My first time with my Dads Pt2

The school day dragged on in the stuffy high school classroom, but Tyler’s phone buzzed silently in his lap under the desk. It was Snapchat—His Dad Ryan, sending the first risky photo from home while Chris was at work, clueless as always. Ryan had been strict about keeping this from Chris: “Our secret, baby. Just you and me for now.”

Ryan’s snap popped up: a mirror selfie of his lean torso, shirt lifted to show his soft dad belly and the waistband of his boxers tented by his half-hard cock. Caption: “Missing that greedy mouth. Show Daddy what you’re hiding under that desk, slut.”
Tyler’s face flushed hot. He glanced around the near-empty study hall—only his buddy Jake a couple seats away, headphones in, scrolling his own phone. Heart pounding, Tyler angled his phone low and snapped a quick pic of the obvious bulge straining his jeans. He added a video: his hand rubbing it slowly. “So hard thinking about your cock, Daddy. Wish I was home sucking it.”
Ryan replied fast: a video of him palming himself through his boxers, voice low and filthy. “Good boy. Pull it out right there. Stroke it for me but don’t cum. Send proof.”

Tyler hesitated, pulse racing at the danger. He checked Jake again—still distracted—then unzipped quietly. His hard cock sprang free under the desk. He stroked a few times, pre-cum already beading, and sent a shaky video clip, thumb covering most of it but clearly showing the motion.

Jake noticed the movement. He pulled out an earbud, leaning over with a smirk. “Dude, what the fuck? You sexting in class?” He caught a glimpse of Tyler’s screen before Tyler could hide it—the latest snap from Ryan open: “Such a good son for Daddy’s dick. Send more.”

Jake’s eyes widened, but he grinned. “Holy shit, ‘Daddy’? Kinky as fuck. Who is that? Some older guy?”

Tyler’s cheeks burned. He didn’t correct him. “Yeah… just this hot guy. Don’t say anything.”

Ryan’s next snap came in: his cock fully out now, thick and leaking, hand stroking slowly. “Who’s watching? Show me both of you. Strip for Daddy. Jack each other. Now.”

Tyler showed the snap to Jake. Jake laughed nervously but his eyes darkened with interest. “Wait, he wants us both? Fuck it, this is wild.” Jake didn’t know it was Tyler’s dad—Ryan had made sure the snaps never showed his face clearly, just body and commands.

Under the desk in the back corner, they got bolder. Tyler sent a video of Jake’s hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him. Jake, getting into it, pulled his own dick out—thicker than Tyler’s, flushed red. Ryan commanded via rapid snaps: “Both shirts off. Pinch your nipples. Show me those cocks side by side.”
They complied, hearts hammering at the risk of a teacher walking by. Shirts hiked up, then fully off and stuffed in bags. Tyler filmed their bare torsos and leaking cocks rubbing together. Ryan’s replies grew filthier: videos of him jerking faster, pre-cum dripping. “Good little sluts. Jake, suck Tyler’s cock under the desk. Send it.”

Jake dropped down first, hidden by the desk. His warm mouth engulfed Tyler’s cock in one wet slide. Tyler bit his lip hard to stay quiet, filming discreetly and sending the audio-muted clip—wet sucking sounds obvious. Ryan praised them: “Fuck yes. Tyler, finger Jake’s ass while he sucks you. Get him ready for Daddy later.”

They switched. Tyler knelt briefly, sucking Jake while fingering his tight hole with a spit-slick finger. Jake moaned softly, gripping Tyler’s hair. Snaps flew back and forth—Ryan edging himself, demanding they edge each other, show asses, spread cheeks on video. “Both of you bent over the desk. Show Daddy those holes. Finger each other.”

The study hall was empty enough that they risked it for quick clips. Pants around ankles, they bent side by side. Tyler sent the video of his finger pumping Jake’s ass while Jake did the same to him. Ryan’s voice note came back, husky: “Such eager boys. I’m gonna fuck you both so hard when I get the chance. Tyler, make Jake cum on your chest. Send the mess.”

Jake jerked Tyler furiously while Tyler stroked him. They came almost together—Jake shooting thick ropes across Tyler’s bare chest and abs. Tyler snapped the evidence, cum glistening on his skin, and sent it to Ryan with a caption: “For you, Daddy.”

Ryan replied with his own load: video of him groaning, cum splattering his soft belly. “Clean each other up. My boys. This stays between us three—Chris never finds out.”

As the bell rang, they hurriedly dressed, still buzzing. Jake wiped a streak of cum off Tyler’s neck with his thumb and sucked it clean, grinning. “Dude, your ‘Daddy’ is fucking hot. I need to meet him. For real. Set it up. I want that cock too.”

Tyler swallowed, already imagining the next escalation, knowing Ryan would love the idea but keep it hidden from Chris. The secret was growing, and it felt dangerously addictive.