Queerly Twisted Tales: Monster Mensroom (Patreon)

(Hello everyone! I present to you my NSFW erotic story for this Halloween, Monster Mensroom. A quick warning to you before you read the story; it is a piece that involves monsters of all kinds engaged in sexual acts, so if this isn't your cup of tea I do apologise. I will have other stories coming for you soon though....;) And if this is your kind of erotica...then enjoy! :D - Magnus)

All was quiet. The last classes for the day had finished some time ago and now the lecture theatres, study halls and corridors of the campus were for the most part empty, devoid of any presence except for the occasional janitor or tutor working late into the early evening. A serene calm had fallen over the Armitage Academy, a gentle stillness that lay over the institution with the end of another busy day of teaching and learning.

It was this same quietness that currently existed within the men's locker room and changing facilities of the Academy's massive Thurston Stadium, a huge oval structure that dominated the east side of the campus grounds. Such a silence lay undisturbed among the rows of steel cabinets and broad benches and in the adjoining communal showers and restroom. It did little though to bother the young man, barely over the age of twenty summers, that currently sat waiting inside of the middle cubicle of the restroom's toilets, for he was too preoccupied containing the nervous anticipation and excitement he was experiencing. Timothye, or Tim as everyone knew him, had made his way there as quickly as he could after his last class for the day finished and had managed to nab his usual stall within the restroom. 

Tim could hardly keep himself sat still as he waited however. This was after all his favourite time of the day; when the Academy's Athletics Society finished their meeting and its members came over to the lockers rooms to change, wash up and perhaps "blow off some steam" after practice. With their adrenalin running high after all the strenuous activity they had just been through there was often one thing on their minds and it was something Tim was only too happy to help them with. It was because of that he sat fidgeting on the toilet seat, occasionally glancing at the wide empty glory holes in the partition walls, wondering just which eager monster cocks would be presenting themselves to be serviced today.

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In the use of the word 'monster' it was a statement of fact rather than an analogy, for the Armitage Academy wasn't an ordinary school establishment. It was a private college exclusively for 'Personages of the World Supernatural and Mysterious', an institution whose facilities were tailored to the educational needs of the monstrous denizens that chose to conduct their learning there.

Tim himself was the grandson of the Fae King Troel, ruler of the Autumn Winds, Monarch of Auburn Foliage and the Waning Winds. Although he was only a half fairy (his mother Silvea had had a brief romance with his father Jonathan, a human woodsman, from which he was the result of) his illustrious lineage was enough for him to qualify to attend the Academy. He was undertaking his major at the institution in World Political Sciences while minoring in Faeic Development and Inter-Sentients Politics.

On the surface Tim did appear to be human; being of an average height for a man of his age; having a slender but not thin build; and possessing a youthful cast to the delicate, sharp features. His only supernatural physical traits were soft, wavy lavender hair, vivid purple eyes and the small set of butterfly-esque wings nestled between his shoulder blades. They were a mixed pattern of gentle sky and deep navy blues similar to that of his mother's own wings. 

Although these features were unusual enough to attract attention Tim was always able to explain them by saying that he had dyed his hair and that he was wearing coloured contact lenses. Also, as long as he kept his wings hidden underneath a t-shirt or jumper no one would ever see them. If somehow he were to be caught topless with his wings exposed in a pitch he could enact a glamour charm to conceal them even from plain sight although his grandfather had warned him not to use magic while residing in human society. In this way Tim was able to easily blend with the larger throngs of mankind and had often done so when he gone to live with his father during the frequent long visits in his hometown of Dunwich-in-the-Woods.

Most of the other students at the Academy though would have found it considerably harder to mask their true natures if they went out into wider world. From well-known creatures of myth such as Minotaurs, Ogres, Fair Folk and Werewolves to the more obscure beings like the Vlaugh and Skittering Horror, Tim's peers were beings of all manner of inhuman shapes, sizes and substances. Some were even of extra-dimensional origin which meant it was difficult for the conventional human senses to comprehend their existences; to perceive an exact form and appearance for these beings. The majority of men viewed such beings as monstrosities, freaks or even worse and so the students would have suffered the xenophobic, ignorant attitudes of these misguided people if they were to meet. The Armitage Academy though served its unique student body proudly and opened its arms to applications from any young person that wished to pursue an education at the institution. In order to provide a safe environment the Academy was kept secluded from the rest of the world, which was made possible through a combination of the remote location; mystical charms of hiding and misdirection, and agreements with the state's authorities to keep the Academy off any official maps or records.

Due to this need for isolation, and like any well-rounded establishment, the Academy had a whole range of facilities and amenities onsite to cater for the needs and wants of its faculty and student body. This included dedicated sports buildings and societies of all sorts, such as an Olympic size swimming pool; an all-weather running track; and an anti-gravity assault course for those not entirely bound by the laws of physics who wanted to be put through their paces. The Athletics Society itself took place after school hours, allowing students to practise their skills in a particular sport or discipline. to try their hand at other activities or to just engage in exercise while socialising with their peers. It also happened to be packed full of some of the biggest, burliest and hunkiest monsters at the academy and the thought of them made tiny sparks dance in the pit of Tim's stomach. Thinking about those studs set him on edge, hardly able to endure the wait as the time ticked down to the end of the club's session for that day...

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Thankfully Tim didn't have to bide his time for too long. There was a growing rumble coming from beyond the locker room and then suddenly the door banged opened and a racket of calls, laughter, hoots, yelps and scuttling shattered the silence as the boys piled in. For several minutes there was just a cacophony of sound; lockers being opened and shut; multiple conversations taking place; water running as the guys hit the showers; and the general clamour that arose from a busy changing room filled with dozens of men.

Tim waited with bated breath, wondering who would approach the stall today. Every time it was never the same as before. Some guys would stop by on particular days, others randomly when they felt like it; some wanted a hand job, a blow job or something else; there were some guys that came so frequently it was almost on every occasion Tim was there while some had come by just the once. An interesting little fact was that given the unique appearances of many members in the society Tim had learnt over time just who was who when they came to visit by their dicks alone.

With the locker room beginning to empty out as a number of the boys headed off for home Tim received his first visitor of the day. He heard him approaching quietly but confidently; keen to get serviced but not wanting to broadcast where he was going to anyone else still around. Entering the cubicle to the right of Tim's own the visitor spoke in a low tone, a gruff, growly kind of voice. 'Hey, you in there?'

'Yeah' Tim answered, hoping he didn't sound too eager.

'Make it quick' the voice grumbled and a light brown fur covered penis flopped through one of the glory holes, the tiniest hint of bright red just visible through the opening of the foreskin. This cock belonged to Logan O'James, the Scottish werewolf jock. Currently in his wolfen form, Logan 'went wild' when touched by the moon's light or if he was in a state of intense emotion such as excitement or anger. Right now, with his heart pounding and adrenaline running high after a session of football practice, he was feeling pent up and ready to release all of the tension wound up inside of him.

Kneeling before the glory hole Tim pushed back the fur foreskin and exposed the tip of Logan's wolfen cock; a slender pinkish head with a long thin slit about twice the length of a man's opening. Sliding the foreskin further down exposed the two couple of inches of Logan's currently soft cock. Changing his hold on the manhood Tim gently closed his fingers around the bare flesh, the sensation drawing a lustful growl from the boy in the next cubicle.

While Logan was in his wolfen form his manhood changed to be similar to that of a wolf's; when it was soft it was held safely within a fur sheath, a covering that would peel back by itself when he became aroused. Tim saw that happening right now before his eyes, the shaft growing longer, thicker and reddening as the feeling of the fairy boy's hand gripping firmly around his cock excited Logan and blood surged into the manhood, pushing the fur covering downwards. He could feel it expanding within his fingers, filling out until it was about three times the size of when it had been at rest.  For a moment the withdrawing sheath slowed down for a moment as it struggled to pass over the knot at the base of Logan's shaft but then it quickly shrunk back as it passed over the thick lump, revealing the cock in all of its glory.

Right before Tim now was a pulsing, angry red member, demanding to be serviced. The entirely of Logan's penis was flesh as sensitive as the glands on a normal human cock head, meaning that each touch, lick and any other contact was much more intense for the werewolf. Gasps and growls came from the next cubicle as Tim's hand slowly glided up and down the length of his exposed cock, fingers lightly tracing the pulsing, hot hardness. Feeling cheeky Tim blew his warm breath over the cock, seeing it twitch and hearing a whine rise in response.

'Don't tease me bitch' Logan snarled, trying to keep his own panting low. 'Just suck me off already!'

Not one to disobey such a direct request Tim sunk his mouth over the excited organ, gradually taking it in until he had about half of it comfy inserted past his lips. A growl came from the next cubicle as Tim started give the wolf-boy the blow job he had been craving. The cock tasted meaty and salty on the tongue, the scent of Logan's fur equally potent in Tim's nose. Now it was fully hard Logan's manhood was an impressive eight inches long with most of it sticking through the glory hole, the knot barely able to squeeze past the opening.

Tim's world narrowed down to just his face and Logan's cock. Suckling eagerly upon it, he let his tongue dance around here and there as his mouth bobbed up and down in a fluid motion. There was a steady, thick growling arising from the next stall as well as the frantic scratching of claws against plastic. Logan was trying to hold back as much as possible so he could last longer but the beast within was too wild, urging the jock to give into his desires and seek release.

Deciding to really send Logan over the edge Tim stopped sucking and pulled back for a moment. Taking a bit of the lube from the bottle he had in his trouser pocket he took hold of Logan's shaft again and started to masturbate it furiously. The addition of the lube allowed his palm and fingers to glide frictionlessly across the hardon and so now it was a blur of movement, a relentless action that sent the werewolf whimpering and scrapping at the partition anew. Tim positioned his open mouth in front of Logan's cock head, which was turning a deep crimson and looked like it was ready to blow at any moment. As he did so he used the tip of his tongue to massage the underside of the head, stimulating the already keyed up jock and caused him to peak.

Logan's growls become a husky howl as his cock swelled and fired off the seed that had been building up within. The first spurts of hot werewolf cum hit the back of Tim's throat while other shots went right over his lower face and neck as the hardon spasmed and unleashed a barrage of bursts. Logan was quite the shooter and his balls must have ended up emptying themselves as he came in Tim's mouth and all over his face and everywhere else.

As the last shot of cum drizzled out of Logan's cock it started to change. It wasn't just softening; the colour and form of the organ was shifting into a different anatomy as the wolf receded and Logan became a human once more. The transformation was over within a few moments and now a limp human cock hung over the rim of the glory hole, a small droplet of white hanging from the edge of the foreskin.

Logan pulled his dick back through the hole and there was the sound of a zipper closing up. 'Thanks' the jock said gruffly, still trying to keep his tone rough and guttural as if nothing had happened but failing.

'No problem' Tim replied, making no effort to hide his own voice. They all knew who it was that waited for them in this particular stall after the Athletics Society had finished and in case anyone needed to have a little post-work out fun. Not masking his identity made things...interesting at times outside the cubicle, a thought that Tim couldn't help but smile to himself about.

As Logan left Tim felt something slithering up along his side and towards his neck. He found out what it was quite swiftly as the incredibly long cock of the hunky Naga Aarav curled up around his neck, gently squeezing as it did. Human from the hips upwards and with a serpentine lower body, Aarav had an expansible manhood capable of growing to more than three metres in length. Snaking out from the glory hole on the other stall next to Tim's own, the manhood that had wrapped itself around the fairy's chest and neck was a brilliant blue in hue with traces of aqua green ending in a thin triangular point, analogous to a normal human cock head, with a slit along the flat side. The texture of the organ was soft and squishy to the touch. Beneath the surface though there was a subtle strength, a potent collection of compact muscles which allowed such a lengthy penis to move as it did at the conscious direction of Aarav.

'Nice to sssee you here again fae boy' Aarav's voice drifted in softly from the next stall, light and sensual. Moving up closer to Tim's face the tip of his triangular cock head started to intimately trace the shape of those silken lips. 'Ssso, did you missss thisss?' he asked in a flirty, teasing tone.

'Yeah, you bet' Tim grinned, knowing and looking forward what was coming next. He was, however, wrong on this occasion for the next moment he found himself distracted by the unexpected feeling of something else besides Aarav's member rubbing against his thigh and upper arm.

From the stall where Logan had been came a multitude of slender vine-like appendages, appearing over the top and under the bottom gap of the partition. Black as night and with round, bulbous glans, these were many multiple tentacle cocks of Mtre'fdgsell'yesva, one of the Unspeakable Horrors of the Primordial Darkness and star of the Academy's tennis team. 

A being that defied mortal knowledge and appeared to the eye as a smudgy, undefined blackness, little was known about them personally as they were quite a shy and quiet sort of abomination. One thing that Tim did know about 'Mtresy' though was that they were incredibly horny quite a lot of the time and it seemed that they couldn't hold back from wanting their turn on this occasion. A dozen appendages were rubbing themselves eagerly all over against Tim's body, a soft cooing sound arising from next door.

Before Tim could think what to do or say there was the sounds of movement in the other stall and Aarav's head appeared over the top of the partition as he looked to see what was happening; his sharp features, dusky skin and long black hair held in a bun at the back of his head a familiar sight.

'What's going on? he hissed, expression perplexed. Seeing Mtre'fdgsell'yesva's appendages grinding themselves against Tim's body caused his countenance to swiftly change to reflect his sudden annoyance. The next moment Aarav's cock uncurled from its position, swung in a brief arc and knocked aside a few of Mtresy's cocks, causing a yelp and high giggle to arise from the horror.

'Oi!' Aarav snarled at them 'It'sss my turn with him; wait for yoursss.'

There was a series of yips, growls and gurgles from Mtresy, the meaning of which if understood would made your face go pale.

'Well, excussse me!' Aarav exclaimed in shock. 'Why don't you go and wasssh your mouthsss out with sssoap, you rude bitch.'

Mtresy threw another barrage of crackles and coughs and then his appendages lashed out and wrapped themselves around Aarav's cock, seizing it in a vice-like grip and squeezing with considerable force. Aarav spat out a swear word in Indian and tried to fight back, straining to pull his cock free. Entwined in a single mass of blue and black their shafts swayed from side to side as they fought for control. Veins bulged as they pitted the strength in their manhoods against each other, the tension clear in how fiercely they struggled.

'Hey, hey! There's no need for this' Tim moved quickly to nip the situation in the bud, grabbing hold of the mass of writhing cocks and gently stroking them, trying to calm both Aarav and Mtresy from their agitated states. He made sure to caress both of the monstrous studs, knowing just how they liked to be touched, using his prior experience to rub them in just the right way to gradually dissolve the animosity in the air.

'I can see to you both at the same time, there's no need to fight over me.' He proved this by sliding his mouth over Aarav's angular cock head and the glans of one of Mtresy's appendages and sucking both of them at the same time. Although their cocks were smaller than Logans had been together they stuffed Tim's mouth and he had to focus on using his nose to breath. There was so little room available that he could barely slip his tongue in and around between their dicks as he worked it and his lips on the meat. Aarav had a subtle spicy taste, a flavour that always left a tingle on the tastebuds while Mtresy's unearthly skin never tasted the same each time. Today it was like it was a fine nutty chocolate spread and the combination of both of their tastes was something Tim couldn't get enough of.

The hostile atmosphere swiftly faded away as Tim's skilled mouth brought them back to their previously horny selves. Their dicks began to unwound from each other and they withdraw themselves from the blowjob so they could fully separate. Once apart they pressed themselves against Tim's face and body, softly brushing across the pale skin of the fairy.

'Ssso accommodating' Aarav purred. 'Ssshall we treat him well then?' he asked of Mtresy. The Unspeakable Horror concurred with a loud click and a whoop.

Aarav's cock slid upwards and coiled itself around Tim's neck once again, the tip pointing towards his mouth. 'Open wide' Aarav ordered. Tim did as he was told and the next second Aarav's cock plunged into the waiting orifice. It then began to face-fuck him hard, so powerful were the muscles packed within the shaft that it allowed Aarav to move it as though it were another limb. In and out it went, all the pent-up desire from the Naga stud coming out in that dominating action. Tim just focused on keep his jaw slack and lips parted, allowing Aarav to use him as he wished.

Meanwhile Mtresy's many tentacles had coiled themselves around Tim's arms, legs, torso and waist and were fervently rubbing against his body. Into both of Tim's hands slithered a pair of tentacle cocks, for they were so slender that two could be held comfortably at the same time. Closing his fingers around the appendages Tim did his best to stimulate them while he was being relentlessly face-fucked and caressed from all directions. While he was distracted by all this happening at once he didn't notice the trio of tentacles that slid down past his bum and in between his legs. It almost made Tim jump as he felt them pressing up alongside his own erection, which was bulging out as a noticeable lump in his trousers. Tim moaned into Aarav's rapidly thrusting cock as he felt those tentacles massaging the front and sides of his tented erection, not just pleasuring themselves but also trying to make him cum as well.

It was almost too much for Tim to bear, being touched and used in these different ways all at once, his mind going blank as instinct took over and guide him in the heat of the moment. Outside of the cubicle came the sounds of faint grunts and growls; other monstrous studs awaiting their own turns and getting excited from the sounds they could hear coming from within the toilet stall.

Neither Aarav or Mtresy lasted for long, as they were both far too horny. Aarav's rutting became shorter and harsher, his breathing heavier. Mtresy's tentacles were pulsating and starting to glimmer with inner illumination as they caressed Tim with greater urgency. Those appendages that had been grinding against Tim's erection slithered up and past the line of the trousers and down into his briefs. There they fondled the fairy's hardness directly, slipping and gliding all over his shaft and hairless balls due to the copious amounts of shining precum leaking out from the tentacles.

Mtresy began making soft crackling pops, a heavy tangy scent filing the air. Their tentacles swelled greatly in size and began shivering in unison, the light now flickering between colours that defied the mind to describe. The pops became a shrill yelp as shots of bright pink cum started to fire in random bursts from the many cocks. A barrage of unearthly seed went everywhere, splattering all over Tim and his clothes, practically bathing in Mtresy's juices. It was as though it was a bukkake except it all came from one being and the amount of cum was far more voluminous then an equivalent number of human males could have produced.

The cocks stuffed down in Tim's briefs also exploded, covering his erection in seed and writhing frantically as the orgasm seized them in a fit of ecstasy. Feeling the tentacles going so crazy caused Tim to cum as well. With his mouth so full of Aarav's dick all he could do was give off muffled cries as he felt his own cock erupt, shooting inside of his underwear too, the seed mingling with that of Mtresy's own. He could feel the front of his underwear and trousers were drenched from the combined ejaculation, so much so they would have felt damp to the touch.

As Tim felt the last remnants of his orgasm lessening there was a loud, long hiss from Aarav and then the tip of the Naga's dick went rigid and started spraying seed all down the back of Tim's throat. Hearing, and feeling, the fairy boy's orgasmic moaning had been all the stud needed to drive himself to climax as well. The whole extent of the lengthy cock spasmed as it visibly pumped the load towards the triangular head and, being that it was coiled around his neck, touching skin to skin, the fairy could feel it as it passed through. Despite the exhaustion settling in from just having came Tim managed to swallow it all down, savouring the potent taste that lingered on the tongue afterwards.

With a satisfied sigh Aarav gently removed his deflating cock, giving Tim the chance to take some deep, gasping breaths. While the fairy was recovering the tip of Aarav's cock tenderly stroked his cheek.  'Alwaysss a pleasssure to be with you Tim' he spoke softly, just loud enough so only the two of them could hear the words. 'I'd like it if you would come around by my place at sssome time in the future. It would be nice if we were jussst by ourssselves for once.'

'I think I could do that' Tim said between breaths, feeling a small tingle of excitement at the thought despite the fatigue he was currently experiencing. Chuckling to himself Aarav uncoiled his dick and pulled it back through the glory hole before exiting the stall.

Mtresy gave a groan and a whoop as they too departed, sliding through the gap beneath the door. There was a couple of grumbles from those waiting outside that Mtresy had gone and left the cubicle locked. They gave them a series of loud clicks as they came back and reached over the top of the door to unlock it with a tentacle. Mtresy finished off with a final click that raised a few gasps and Tim couldn't help but crack a smile; the horror really did have quite the filthy tongue as Aarav had said before.

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After having dealt with Aarav and Mtresy Tim was kept quite busy for the next half an hour. Several other horny monstrous studs presented themselves to the fairy one after the other, barely able to remain patient for their turn with Tim. Among them was Callum the muscular minotaur and his gold ring pierced bellend; Harvey Runeswards, a half-human, half-demon Warlock whose magic always made sex so interesting; Erikk of the Stonesoul Trolls, head of the Lacrosse team and his twin cocks; and Silvanos the Unicorn Princeling, whose majestic shining penis always had a different sweet taste every time Tim sucked on it (this time it was strawberries and cream.

One after another they stuck their cocks through the glory holes and Tim blew and wanked every shaft that came before him. There was no time even to clean himself up in the brief instances before the next insistent hunk was there ready and waiting so soon more cum stains joined those that Mtresy had caused earlier. His clothes were now well and truly soiled by the orgasms of more than half-a-dozen randy male beasts, leaving little imagination to just what he had been up to.

At last Tim finished off the final monstrous jock remaining; sucking on Rangor's ridged dick with what vigour he still had left. There was several sharp grunts from the Orc stud as he came and his thick cum started to flood Tim's mouth. There was so much of it that although the fairy tried to swallow it all some droplets trickled past his lips and fell down to add to the collection of dried stains of his t-shirt's collar.

'Ah, fuck, that was good' Rangor let out a deep exhale as he drew his dick back. 'Thanks for that, I really needed to get off after today,' he said as he pulled up his track shorts. 'Do you want me to walk you back to your place?'

'No, it's alright, thank you' Tim replied after a moment's pause to collect himself 'I need to catch my breath a bit and get cleaned up before I head off so I'm going to be here for a while. I'll leave once I'm done.'

'Ok then. See you in Para-Economics tomorrow.' The cubicle door creaked as Rangor exited, pausing only to grab his stuff before leaving for home. Silence fell heavily once he was gone, for everyone else had long since departed the changing rooms while Tim had been servicing those monsters seeking his attentions. Now it just him all alone again in the stall, with only the quiet for company.

Tim took the opportunity to sit back down on the toilet seat and have a quick rest, allowing his energy to gradually return. Although his body felt worn out from all the action he had just been involved in he couldn't keep a tired smile from his face, for it had been another amazing session. The academy truly was a great place to explore his sexuality and he was getting a proper, in-depth education in that regards. Still...reality beckoned and it was time to get on going. He had a towel and a change of clothes waiting for him in one of the lockers. Once he had taken a nice hot shower he'd head back to his apartment to grab some dinner and settle down for some relaxing and light studying for the rest of the evening.

The day though wasn't quite over for Tim just yet. As he was preparing to stand up the unexpected creak of the locker room's door opening reached his ears. It was followed by the thudding of heavy footsteps, stomps which echoed throughout the changing room that grew louder as the person walking across the space approached the restroom. Tim's breath caught in his throat as he saw a pair of big, studded leather boots come into view through the bottom gap of the stall's door, for he knew just whom those boots belonged to. They stopped before his door and there was a moment's pause in which no one spoke.

'You in there boy?' A familiar deep, gravelly voice asked.

'Yes sir' Tim gulped, knowing what was coming.

'Good. I hope the other boys weren't too rough with you after practice' the speaker chuckled, a sound like distant thunder rumbling. 'They can be randy little bastards after I've put them through their paces. I was wondering if you still have the energy to take care of a real dick today?'

'Of course sir' Tim tried to keep the trembling out of his tone the best he could but a bit of it still squeaked through as he undid the bolt on the door. There was another chuckle from the person standing outside as he detected the quiver in the fairy's tone. 'Don't be frightened lad. You've taken this beast before after all.'

Pushing the door open Coach Roberto V. Frankenstern stepped through into the cubicle. At well over eight feet tall and broad enough to match such a height the coach was a living mountain of muscle and physical strength. Designed to the perfect example of the masculine form Frankenstern, without any conscious desire on his part, naturally extruded a dominating aura that could be quite intimating to others in his presence. It was something which was considerably at odds with the introspective and empathic qualities of Frankenstern's personality that his colleagues and students knew so well, the kind of teacher you could develop respect for and it would be returned in kind.

Of his physique itself huge slab-like biceps and calves bulged out as they moved and the tight polo shirt and shorts the coach wore barely seemed to contain the proportions of his thickset form. The light greyish pallor to his skin gave the impression that he might have been crafted from stone itself. 

It was a thought that would have been carried over on beholding his statuesque facial features; a straight nose, full lips and deep-set green eyes framed by bushy eyebrows and a squarish jaw line.

The coach could just about squeeze into the cubicle, the sides of his arms brushing against the walls. Now they were in the same space Tim really did feel dwarfed by that sheer presence that seemed to almost rise like a giant far above overhead. A mixture of nerves and excitement gripped Tim's heart as the shadow of the sports lecturer fell over him.

'Well well, you certainly seemed to have fun today' A broad grin spread across the coach's face as he beheld the messy appearance of the fairy boy. He grabbed at the enormous lump protruding from his shorts. 'Don't worry we'll be quick today. So if you're up for it why don't you get this beast out?'

Tim could barely keep his fingers from fumbling in eagerness as he unbuckled the belt and then the button and zipper of the coach's shorts. Pulling down the line of the briefs caused the huge semi-hard cock inside to spring free and flop down in front of Tim's face. It was huge even at partial hardness, so much so that it would have mostly filled one of the glory holes in its current state. When fully erect it had to be at least sixteen inches, if not more Tim estimated, although he had never had the courage to ask the coach directly about that. The shaft was a dark grey in skin tone while the glands of the head were a strong byzantium shade of purple and the sac that hung beneath was the size of a fist. It was no joke to say that this was a true monster of a cock.

Rallying all of his remaining stamina Tim lifted the coach's dick in both hands and, opening his mouth as wide as possible, swallowed that sizable cock head. The head was so big that he could just about fit his lips around it and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Tim wasn't deterred though; closing his eyes to concentrate he started to roll his lips around the bulbous glans, sampling as he did the coach's potent musky taste. At the same time he used his tongue to lap and probe away at the slit, letting it tease by darting here and there over the area.

The coach whispered encouragement as the boy enthusiastically worked on the tip of his cock, suckling away like a hungry puppy wanting fresh milk. 'Yeah that's good, real good. Just keep working my cap like that boy.'

Hearing such praise only spurred Tim on. Now that he had gotten as use to the coach's girth as he could he tried to take in some of the shaft as well, sliding his lips up past the rim of the glans. After some careful effort he had the head and a few inches worth of the coach's manhood inside his mouth, the amount that could comfortably fit in. As felt the tip tickling the back of his throat he had to focus so he didn't gag on the sheer thickness of it.

Wrapping his hands around the rest of the dick he started to bob his lips up and down upon the meat, being cautious with the movements so he didn't overdo it. Instead of making this blowjob fast and hard instead Tim took it slow, wanting to take his time so it was intense and heighten the pleasure the coach was receiving.

At the same time he used his hands to stroke the length of the cock he wasn't able to suck, occasionally reaching down to fondle and tug on the plump sac hanging at the base, feeling the sizable balls contained within.

There was a long groan from Coach Frankenstern as he experienced just how ardently and skilfully Tim worked his dick. Underneath his grip the boy could feel the monster's manhood hardening, becoming a rigid piece of flesh that felt as though it was getting primed, ready to explode. Such a mouthful was the engorged cock now that even handling it with care as he sucked on it he could still feel it jabbing the sides and roof of his mouth and against the back of his throat, threatening to make him reactively choke at each contact.

As he grew close to orgasm the coach gently took hold of Tim's head, his sizable palms nearly completely enclosing it in his grasp. Although possessing abnormal strength capable of easily crushing bone the touch upon the fairy boy was tender, affectionate as he run his huge fingers through that bushy lavender hair. Heavy breathing reverberated out of Coach Frankenstern's lungs as he felt the familiar tightening of his groin, his whole massive form tensing in readiness.

'Here it comes boy...urghhhh, urgghh!' Releasing the boy's head Frankenstern grabbed the tops of the cubicle’s partitions as he came, the plastic groaning alarmingly under the pressure of his hold.

Tim felt the coach's dick literally swell between his fingers as the orgasm caused it to inflate considerably. Hastily he withdrew his mouth and kept it open wide, just in time as the first eruption of thick cum shot from it, some of it splattering across his lips and the rest going everywhere inside. Blast after blast of thick greyish seed discharged from that massive slit; the cum shots from the monster jocks unable to compare to powerful bursts that now coated Tim's lower face and filled his mouth. It was as though as a cannon was constantly discharging it's payload right in front of him. All the boy could do was to focus on swallowing as much as he could and breathing through his nose. Thick lines of cum slowly dribbled down Tim's cheeks and chin, dropping down onto his dirty clothes or the restroom floor.

Coach Frankenstern let a soft growl as the last shudder passed through his dick, tiny strings of cum hanging down from the cock head. Glancing down, he gave the kneeling boy with a content smile as he witnessed how the fairy was busying himself cleaning away the remaining seed off of his softening dick with that lithe tongue of his.

'Not too bad at all kid, you've gotten a lot of practice recently it seems' the coach chuckled as he looked at the state the student was in. 'Sorry, was it a bit too much for you after today?'

'No sir, not at all' Tim replied. Although he felt a bit dazed and quite exhausted it didn't stop the broad grin spreading across his face. 'It was pretty great. I'm just a bit worn out now is all.'

'That's good to hear. It's getting pretty late now so you'd better think of heading back to your apartment soon.' The coach slipped back in the mindset of a teacher without being consciously aware of it. 'Do you need any help getting back over there?'

'No, thank you sir. I'll manage alright. I'm going to get a shower and clean up before I leave.'

'Alright then Tim. I'll wait in the sports teachers breakroom until you finish and then I'll lock up. See you around the campus then'. With a last glance back and a gleam in his eye Coach Frankenstern left, those heavy footsteps echoing through the empty room. As the door closed behind the silence rushed back in, now truly leaving Tim alone by himself.

Sinking down onto the bathroom floor Tim lay listlessly against the cubicle wall. His energy was spent; mouth and wrists ached from constant usage; appearance messy and covered in sperm stains; and stomach full of seed from multiple monstrous boys. Tim was an absolute, exhausted mess but that didn't disturb the sense of bliss that settled upon him as he waited for his strength to come back. This was why he loved this time of day after all, when all those boys came to visit him and they all had the chance to take care of their mutual desires. He really couldn't get enough these monstrous studs and their cocks...and the thought he'd have the chance to do it all over again quite soon.