Rob Schaffer parked his car into the teacher's parking lot in front of the High School at which he had been teaching for ten years now. He gathered his things from the back seat and smiled as one of his former students waved at him while walking into one of the buildings. Rob wasn't stupid. Though he was not cocky, by any means, he knew he was `that teacher' that you hear about from peoples' childhoods that they just wanted to fuck like no other. Just recently turned 34, he looked at himself in the overhead mirror in his car and gazed at his face. His hair, almost jet black, looked the same way it did in high school, like not a single follicle had been moved. Meticulous by nature, his face was always groomed, with just the right amount of stubble to give the illusion that his 5 o'clock shadow was part of a land where time stood still. He had cool grey blue eyes that had the ability to have anyone who gazed into them to get lost in their train of thought. He was like one of those guys on the Bachelorette that you wish you could just take home and look at all day. His devotion to swimming stuck with him after college and kept him with a body that was just the perfect amount of muscle tone, but by no means buff, though he now had the luxury of keeping some of the body hair he enjoyed so much, leaving a little bit of hair on his upper torso, and keeping everything else pretty smooth. If it wasn't for his 10 inch dick, his butt would be what he was most proud of, making it just unfair that two great phenomenal assets could belong to just one person.
Rob grew up always knowing he was gay, and upon his hiring at his former high school, he made a vow to himself that, no matter how tempted, he would never sleep with a student, of age or not. And he had stuck to that. However, by no means does that include teachers. Though he longed for a meaningful relationship, he couldn't help but enjoy being a desirable male in the gay scene, though he felt that at 34, it was time to settle down. One of his favorite play mates was Jason Scott, one of the art teachers at the high school. He'll never regret that night at the teacher conference when Mr. Scott had car trouble getting home and had asked Rob to give him a ride home. And a ride he got. Though Rob would hate to admit it, all of the cliche scenarios you see in porn happened that night, all of which, were initiated by Jason Scott, and they have been fucking ever since. Rob, a self described `versatile-bottom' found himself being forced closer and closer into the `versatile-top' category as he progressed in life, and he couldn't do a thing about it. No matter how obviously he waved his ass in someone's face, the minute they saw what was hanging between his legs, it was decided. He had convinced Jason Scott to fuck him a few times, but other than that, he was just `that teacher with the giant dick'. Such is the life of the big dicked bottom. Jason's biggest argument was, "Well Rob, it would help your case if you weren't good at topping, but, unfortunately, you've got that going for you, too. Maybe if you stopped being such a good lay, you'd get your way." That guy was awfully confident taunting someone who had their dick 10 inches up his ass.
Rob checked his watch, got out of his car and walked in to the English building, up a floor, and into his classroom. As stated previously, this isn't a story about some horny teacher taking up a teaching job just to get an unlimited supply of ass. Contrary to the rest of the porn cliches, he was actually a good teacher, despite the fact all of the girls and some of the guys wanted to fuck him.
During break, Rob walked into the staff room and poured himself a cup of coffee during his off period. As he was tearing a packet of sugar open, he felt a hand cup his ass and jumped.
"Hey, guy." Jason Scott grinned. "I had fun last weekend."
"For God's sake, Jason, this is a school!" Rob laughed. "The other teachers could walk in here any second."
"Alright, alright." Jason, sighed. "I know you've got a tight ass, you don't have to prove it to me."
Rob, in mid-sip, almost spit out his coffee.
"Good one." he laughed. "Yeah, it's nice for the parents to be assured their kids are being taught by responsible adults and not some creeps, huh?"
Jason smiled, guiltily.
Rob leaned in, "Yeah, you must be proud of yourself for that one. Think you're clever?"
"A little." Jason laughed as he gave Rob a quick kiss. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about that thing I mentioned the other day."
Jason had made it quite clear that he did not make the same vow that Rob did concerning the students, and felt that as long as they were of age, it was fair game.
"Look, Jason, I told you. I don't sleep with students. Non-negotiable."
"Rob, this jock in my first class can suck like a vacuum." He said, incredulously. "And... I kind of want to see if you can break the machine. If you know what I mean."
Rob stared at him, shaking his head. "Incredible. You must say more inappropriate things before lunch than that porno you have in the third drawer you keep in your desk. You should have your own HBO special, not teaching students all day."
"Right!" Jason laughed. "Hey, what would your day be without me, huh?"
"I'm not sure, Jace, and I'm sure I'll never get the chance to find out." Rob said, sarcastically.
"You know, if it wasn't for that huge dick and bubble butt of yours, you'd be pretty lame to hang out with at school."
"Well, what can you do?" Rob shrugged, half modestly and half adorably.
"Well, listen. If you aren't going to give my student a try, I heard about a club I think you'd enjoy."
"Hey, that's actually kind of... nice of you, Jace. What is it? Helping hands? Film club? What is it?"
"You know, the more I get to know you, the more I realize you're just a big dork on the inside and a hot guy on the outside. Actually, it's not that kind of club. It's more of a .... uh.... an `extracurricular' kind of thing."
"Why is the word `extracurricular' making me nervous?" Rob asked, apprehensively.
"Okay, before you tell me to get my brain out of the gutter until these little bastards get to go home, just hear me out."
"Precious." Rob chuckled.
"I was visiting an old friend the other night, and he told me about this thing he went to."
"Visiting an old friend? You choose the oddest moments to sensor yourself when you're still on the job. It's kind of polite. Continue." Rob said.
"Anyway..." Jason said, glaring at his friend. "he told me about this, I don't know, club thing, that he heard about. Apparently it's a sight to behold. He said it's 9 inches plus, and versatile only. He said he was looking to join, but when they told him he had to get fucked, too, he got cold feet."
Rob let this sink in a little. "So what, is it just some kind of society of well hung adults who like to fuck each other?" Rob asked, skeptically.
"Well... yeah." Jason confirmed, though he was sure Rob was looking for a more substantial explanation. "Look, I know what you're thinking. You walk into this grungy night club and see all of these old chubby dudes in leather slings getting banged like an assembly line with other old chubby people cheering and rooting them on."
Rob listened, laughing to himself thinking that that example was way too specific to be just pulled out of Jason's ass, so to speak.
"It's not like that." Jason continued. "Apparently it's really, you know... boringly normal. So, obviously, I thought you would be interested.
"Sweet of you." Rob laughed.
"Apparently it's very structured. You just join this network of people around the city who are well hung and like to fuck each other. If you're looking for a lay, you just get someone's name and call them up. One on one only. Pretty much like a blind date." Jason said, and added, "Except you know the guy is seriously packing, and willing to give it up on the first date.
Jason finally paused, looking for any reaction from his rather by-the-book-buddy.
"I know what you're doing." he continued. "You're trying to do what you always do, thinking of some reason why this just isn't for you and that you don't deserve a good time. You deserve this, Rob. And even if not that, just do it as a good Samaritan, or a humanitarian kind of thing. You've got a huge cock, and also happen to love it up the ass, too, so, basically, you owe it to society to keep those assets in circulation.
"I don't know, Jace. It all sounds so... Impersonal. Don't you think?"
"Just promise me you'll think about it? I mean, come on. It sounds right up your alley, right?"
"I guess so." Rob said, obviously deep in thought. "Why do you want me to try this so badly?"
"Well, first of all, the stories will be incredible. And second, you look like you need a good dick in your ass., and I mean by someone who can really give it to you."
Rob thought about it. How incredible would it be to instantly be connected to a group of people with huge dicks that would be able to fuck him whenever he wanted, and would want him to fuck them in return. Why was he not finding any issues with this? It was so unlike him.
"Well, I'm going to go. Just think about it. And look, I'm not the only one who thinks it would be really good for you." Jason said, nodding down at the embarrassingly massive bulge that had crept up in Rob's pants.
"Shit." Rob said, frantically looking for something to cover it up with.
"Good luck with that thing." Jason sneered, as he gave Rob's ass another playful squeeze and left the staff room.
After an incredibly hard day or grading papers and tedious paper work, Rob left the building at 5:30, much later than usual. He sat down in his car, still in the parking lot, and rubbed his eyes, exhausted.