Max Reynard | Morphelio

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Hunter finds a diary that brings to life what he writes inside.

Hunter sighed, face pressed into his palm, and daydreamed while the clock ran down on fifth period, the deep and attractive voice of his teacher droning on in the distance. While he paid no mind to the voice’s words, Hunter’s attention was stuck on the appearance of Mr. Pierce, or Joel, the young 30 something-year-old English teacher and boys’ basketball coach. Dark hair and eyes, thick eye brows, tight crew cut and handsome face with an adorable smile. He stood a few inches over six feet tall and kept himself in tightly fitted sweaters and slacks that showed off a tight and muscled physique. Hunter dreamed of a day, after school, where the two could be alone in a room together and Teach could have his way with him.

The bell rang and students scattered, heading to their lockers or the bathroom before attending next class. Hunter snapped out of his reverie as Mr. Pierce cleared his throat with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Sorry, Mr. Pierce. I’m going!” He said, racing out of the room with pink cheeks.

When Hunter made it to his locker, most everyone had already grabbed what they needed and were heading off. He found his locker was just ajar from its latch and scowled, wondering how he’d forgotten to lock it. When he opened the door, a notebook fell out.

Hunter leaned down to pick up the book, finding it blank and full of lined pages. A diary, he figured. But how had it gotten there?

Hunter headed off to his next class before the bell marked him late and settled into a seat. His least favorite class – math. Time to doodle, as usual. The diary still being in his hand, he popped it open over his textbook to hide as he scratched away with his pencil.

Another boy from class, one of the hockey players, caught Hunter’s eye too. He didn’t garner the same adoration as Mr. Pierce, but Hunter still found him beautiful to look at. His mind wandered into naughty places and he found himself sketching the guy, sneaking quick side glances as he drew.

He made sure no one was watching and suppressed a smirk as he drew a big bulge in the guy’s denim jeans. Hunter then filled in spots on his crotch and thigh where he imagined the young jock had cum and soaked his pants. He wrote a short few sentences just beneath it:

‘Ike couldn’t hold it back any longer. Peering at Hunter, his mind imagined pinning him down and entering him roughly. He lost his load in his pants, the biggest of his life. Then excused himself to the bathroom. When Hunter followed, Ike pinned him to the wall and sucked passionately on his lips before kneeling down and pulling Hunter’s load down his throat.’

Hunter clapped the diary closed, feeling himself harden beneath the desk and letting his mind clear before he embarrassed himself. Had to be careful no one would see. As he shuffled in his seat, he heard a gasp to his right, followed by a strange mix of grunts, moans and straining.

He turned and spotted Ike, attempting to cover an enormous bulge in his crotch as he experienced an involuntary orgasm of great intensity, soaking himself and bringing color to his cheeks. The young man excused himself, the musky smell of cum wafting from him, and walked briskly out of the room. Hunter felt a strange compulsion lift him from his seat before following.

Once the two found each other in the bathroom, Ike pulled himself from the sink where he was furiously trying to wash himself and faced Hunter. His eyes went fuzzy and his exposed cock rose to full stiffness again, throbbing and bouncing straight at Hunter. He strode forward and slammed Hunter into the wall before wrestling lips and tongues, letting his hands roam all over. He slid down to the floor, unzipped Hunter’s pants and sucked out his load before swallowing it without second thought.

Then, like a trance was broken, Ike stood, shell-shocked and humiliated once more, and began stuttering. He backed away, zipped himself up and ran out from the bathroom. Ike merely stared forward as he pulled his own pants back in place. The diary, it seemed, was enchanted.

In no time, Hunter was back in his seat and explaining to the teacher that Ike had been sick in the bathroom and was headed to the nurse. His mind raced as he stared at the diary again. When the period ended, he headed to the bathroom again and sat in a stall, locking himself in.

‘Mr. Pierce stopped Hunter in the hallway, tersely informing him that he had earned detention. They would meet after last period and Hunter would be taught a lesson.’

‘When Hunter arrived for detention, his teacher locked the door behind him. He ordered Hunter to address him only as Sir and to remove his clothes. The two kissed, shared their tongues, explored each other’s bodies and wrestled on Mr. Pierce’s desk. Mr. Pierce then flipped Hunter onto his stomach, ate out his hole and then entered him, bucking at a fast pace and with a lot of force.

Hunter moaned loudly, feeling absolute ecstasy. His own cock, which was and always would be eight ten .. a FOOT long and really thick, throbbed against the desk beneath him. Mr. Pierce groaned loudly, filling with cum. Fucking Hunter made him hornier and hornier. It made him fill with more cum until it bloated him enormously. When he finally reached his climax, he exploded with the greatest orgasm of his life and instantly fell in love with Hunter.’

“There,” Hunter said, smiling widely. “Perfect.”

He closed the book, hopped off the toilet and left the bathroom, practically skipping down the hall. Mr. Pierce indeed held him after class and they did indeed fuck like wild animals. As they fucked, Mr. Pierce’s mind grew foggier and more animalistic, famished for more fucking. His balls began to swell, doubling, then tripling in size. The cum churned and multiplied, expanding rapidly inside of him, backing up into his belly and causing him to bloat.

Hunter’s eyes were rolled back as he experienced unbelievable pleasure. He could feel a growing weight pressing down on him. He turned back, best he could, and witnessed his teacher, round and enormous, full of cum and continuing to swell, fucking him hard. The man reached a crescendo and called out his love for Hunter before grunting savagely and cumming. His mind went berserk with pleasure as he continued swelling with cum and abiding by the diary’s command. Mr. Pierce reached the greatest orgasm of his life, swollen wildly with his own seed – and exploded.

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