Hello all. I have been reading your reviews and I am so pleased that you all like it, I have also been taking special notice to the people who are not only favouriting and following the story, but favouriting and following me as well, I cannot thankyou enough for your support. I have been looking at your reviews and inboxes and you all are pretty much wanting the same thing. I am very happy to say that, although this chapter was going to happen sooner or later anyway in my mind, because of your requests I have moved the chapter forward. So just for you guys here is my very first requested chapter. I hope I live up to what you envisioned. Enjoy.

Another school day. The hormonal boys and girls strewn along the hallways, looking each other up and down, silently rating and judging. People finding their match and people breaking with theirs. The memories of his youth came flooding back to Burt as his large heavily booted feet stomped through the hallway. Burt was afraid, afraid of what he was about to do, never had he stooped this low. His morale was that of a soldier's, fighting a losing battle, knowing that each decision he made could be catastrophic. Burt however was not a soldier and would not be physically wounded, but his reputation could be destroyed more than Hiroshima.

He glanced sidewards and saw his son, his brave, proud some openly loving his beloved Blaine, sharing romantic pecks and nibbles at each other's lips, leaning on the dull blue metal of their lockers. Love is evident between them. How he was proud that he raised his son to be so fantastic, so independent, so amazing. His thoughts about his son grew more and more intense within his mind since Kurt was brave enough to come out to his manly, macho father. Seeing how he has grown from a cute boy to a very handsome, sexy man saw a drastic change in how Burt saw his life. He could never until now admit to himself the feelings that he had throughout his life. The furious masturbation sessions he had in high school as he came onto a muscle magazine. His constant need to hide his fleeting kisses with his best friend. The need to keep the tears inside himself when his lover took his own life who found out and ridiculed by his peers. He could never of been as brave as Kurt was, and still isn't. But that he thought would be tested today.

The bell rings, the fog of children peter out of the hallways and into their classrooms, ready to socialise more. Burt was now alone with his thoughts, his memories of his insecurities. He imagined the hallways still being strewn with kids. Kids his age. He is seventeen, swaggering down the hallway in his McKinley letterman jacket, a magnet for the eyes and loins of the short, pleated skirted women who he strutted past. The girls fanning themselves with delicate fingertips as he strode by swooning when they looked down to see his enormous bulge hidden within his cowboy jeans. He remembered him. Trey, the closet gay, Burt's best friend. As he glanced past the swooning girls all he could see was trey. Trey at his locker, nimbly snatching books from the hole and flinging them into the waiting crook of his free arm. Philosophy, History, drama. Trey was creative, innovative, a believer. As Burt wondered past him they brushed their hands together. A signal for each other, recognition, devotion. Burt now fiddles with his hands, clasping them together, trying desperately to mimic the soft touch of Trey. He remembers the times with him vividly. When they first went out on a date, cowering away at the back of the movie theatre, petrified that someone might catch them out and denounce them as sinful. Their first kiss behind Trey's truck in his garage, the lights off, delicately pecking at first, becoming more ravenous until finally caving in to their animalistic urges. He remembers how wet Trey's mouth was, stifling his big juicy cock as Burt ferociously fingered has virgin hole with four stubby fingers, the tightness of his hole when Burt Pounding his meat into the gaping flesh, his cries of pain and pleasure, the searing climax and the string upon string of milk that was flung across their bodies, Then came the crying, the detachment, the funeral. For so long Burt has suppressed his instincts, and lived the normal American life, however seeing His son and Blaine fuck like him and Trey made his hidden half erupt to the surface refusing to be stifled.

Burt stands behind the glass door. He can see past the translucent reflection of his stocky self and into the lavish office. The principal's Indian skin emanating sweat as he struggles with permission slips, pay roll, budget cuts and his own secret shame he thinks no one knows. Burt hesitates at pushing, rethinking, but as he starts to move away from the door, he looks down at his famous bulge. He has stifled his friend of what he yearns for. It is time for a feast. Burt pushes the glass open and steps over the threshold into the no return. He ignores the nasally protests of the secretary and strides into Figgan's office. There is no turning back anymore, the time is now. His loins are aching for the touch of another man, his eyes need to see the hairy flesh of a male, the scent of masculinity, the cock of a bull.

"May I help you?"

A moment of panic. In all the emotion of the task Burt has forgotten exactly what to say, he never thought that this encounter would involve dialogue, he starts to sweat, to tremor. He wishes to run out the door, to leave the school, return home and close the door on the world. There is no turning back though.

"I saw the video."

Shock. Fingers hesitating over a neat stack of papers. Which video? The video of him and Sue drunkenly dry humping, the stocking video of him seductively pulling up those revolting circulating socks, or that one. He hoped it wasn't that one, the one that could make him lose his job, his career. Only in a desperate bid did he agree to the devilish events with the new erotic Spanish teacher. But surely someone like Burt: macho, bulky, mechanic, hot Burt would never have found that video. Why would he look on that site, which now just happened to be Figgan's all-time favourite internet destination when his cat wasn't looking? He must play it cool, maybe the stress is all for nothing. Please let it be the sock video.

"Oh, the sock video, well yes that was a desperate time in my life. A man has got to pay the…"

"Not that one, the other one."

Shit. His career just went down the toilet.

"Well I was drunk, and it was Sue's manipulations that lead me to that compromising and unprofessional position."

Burt had had enough. His loins were aching. His dick was at full size and painfully trying to split his heavy jeans from his masculine thighs and be buried into the hot Indian ass of Figgans. Time to move in. Burt strode over to him and pulled Figgans out of his leather office and crushed his head against his magnificent bulge. Figgans could believe the scent he smelled through the trousers. Was this real? Was this actually happening. Was his face just inches away from the hairy, hot masculine father of Kurt, porcelain. Figgans was about to live out one of his richest fantasies. To get butt fucked by a hairy macho daddy in his office. His office. His office made of glass. His office made of glass with the blinds up so that all students and teachers could see.

Shit

Figgans pulled up from Burt throbbing bulge and sprinted to pull the wooden blinds down. He rushed to the transparent door and yelled to his secretary to cancel all his appointments for the day, he didn't want anyone in his office until he was finished pleasuring the almighty Burt. As he slid down the last wooden blind he turned to Burt.

"So you saw my video."

Burt nodded

"Did you like it?"

Burt nodded

"Would you like to make one?'

Burt nodded

Figgans swaggered acroiss to his desk and retrieved from the teak draw a small video camera and a disc. He slotted in the disc into the camera and placed it on the bench. Instinct has taken over. He doesn't know what he is doing, nor what he will do. He only knows that his dick is growing painfully large. His width becoming a site to see. He wants Burt. He wants Burt's eyes, his arms his abs, his ass his dick. He wants all of him.

Figgans swaggers towards Burt. A quick glance down. The bulge he so longs to touch. He imagines it smooth with the tiny veiny ripples as it is forcefully thrust into his mouth.

"No romance, no kissing, Just sex."

That was all Burt needed to hear

"You got it, bitch."

Burt laid a calloused hand on the suit clothed shoulders and pushed.

Figgans collapsed to his knees. Once again he was face to face with the enormous monster that Burt had been hiding from him for so long. He imagined other men. Will, Bryan, Carl all sharing saliva on the massive pole that he was about to add his application of spit to. He imagined the students: Blaine, Finn, puck and Sam, all squatting on the cock a full thigh and anal workout.

Figgans bit into the trousers. A metallic taste, combined with the anticipated scent of manhood. He drew down the zipper exposing the enormous secret. Burt's massive cock had no briefs to hinder it. It sprung out of his pants, filling the ginormous gap and pounding figgans in the face. A painful ecstasy for Figgans. He reacted immediately. He smelt the sweat and pheromones on the massive, hairy meat. Thank god for no gag reflex.

"It's not gonna suck itself. It needs a big cock whore do it for it."

A smirk came across his lips. No need for encouragement, just dirty words exchanged between them.

Figgans slammed his face down onto Burt's tasty sword. He could imagine the other hunks and daddies with him egging him on to go deeper and deeper. His face was now buried in the thickest bush of curls he had ever seen. The masculine smell of the hairs were euphoric. With his mouth stretched he began ferociously bobbing up and down on Burt's cock, getting it nice and wet for his quivering hole.

"Oh. Fuck! Fuck yes! Suck that dick Bitch! You are daddy's little cock whore aren't you! You want my dick up your cunt."

Burt crouched down and ripped off Figgans suit. Shredding it in his hands. He saw the famous dick which David loved so much. The girth was incredible to incredible to resist. Burt grabbed and turned him upside down. Figgans mouth never stopped sucking. Burt began stroking Figgans dick ferociously. Then sucking and deepthroating, reaching the exotic black pubes that smelled of Bollywood.

Burt threw Figgans onto the desk and without warning rammed his massive cock into the tight boy pussy. Figgans screamed out in pleasure as Burt's ginormous meat obliterated his prostate.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Practice makes perfect. Figgans began squeezing his sphincter. In and out. The pressure built up inside of Burt. Load after load of Burt's cream was flung into the gaping Indian ass. His balls emptying in the cave. The flooding hole was enough to send Figgans over the edge. He came onto his teak desk. A long spray flung out onto his lamp, sizzling as it hit the bulb. Burt withdrew from Figgans with millions of Kurt's leaking out of the principal's hole.

Panted breaths.

"Don't forget the video."

Burt opened the camera and took out the tiny disc. He put on his jeans, now satisfied after years of waiting.

He snapped the disc in half. No one can know of this.

So there you go. I am very sorry it took so long. I realise you guys have been waiting for this new chapter so hopefully it was worth the wait. I decided to try a new style of writing and would love for you to let me know what you think. I think it has more flow and literacy sophistication to it but let me know if it's too artsy fartsy. With this new chapter I have reached the 6000 word mark and therefore I am eligible for beta reading. If you want me to beta read for you I would be more than happy to read any story and give you some feedback. But before you make up your min, check my profile so you know that I'm the right match for you, if you are only looking for grammar and punctuation checks then I am not your guy. Thanks so much for reading, please review with your thoughts and criticisms. As always you are more than welcome to pm me about anything at all I am a open book and am open to pairing ideas