Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 11:34:22 -0800 From: deacon mushrat <dmushrat@gmail.com> Subject: A Passing Grade, chapter 4 The characters and events in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely co-incidental. The following story contains sexual situations. If this is illegal in your area, you are underage or you find it objectionable, do not read any farther. This story is brought to you by the generosity of Nifty. Without Nifty, no stories, no fun. Keep this site alive by donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The backstory: Scott Barnes teaches English in middle School. Trevor Sanders is a student of his who is exchanging sex for grades [sexchanging?] A Passing Grade, chapter 4, revised As he drove, Scott hummed and sang, improvising: "I'm a bad boy, going to Reseda, I'm a bad boy, hoping to score" His cell phone did a train whistle and he fumbled with it, checking his mirror for the phone police. "Hey, Mr. B, you got some time for a little Saturday morning In-and-Out?" "Hey, Trev. In-and-Out food or In-and-Out fun?" "Whichever." "Can't do either, Trev. On my way to a tutoring gig in Reseda." "Reseda? Dude, so sorry." "Don't be. Some super rich kid is applying for ninth grade in a serious private school. I got recommended by a former student. Gotta prep him." "Okay, your loss. Enjoy." "I will, Trev. Take care." And Scott continued as he drove on, "And I'm free, falling" His GPS told the truth for a change, and he ran out of his version of the lyrics just as he arrived at an imposing driveway leading up to an even more imposing MacMansion. The whole kaboodlelandscaping, ornate iron gates, marble statues, massive stone faadelooked like it had been flown in and lowered into place yesterday, or at best no earlier than last week. He drove up to the gate and was about to get out of his car and hunt for some button to push or screen to talk to when the gates opened slowly and majestically on their own. He drove in, curled around the tan gravel drive to the front steps, and turned off his car. He got out, went up the steps, and approached the massive carved oak door. Again, as he got there and looked for the button or screen, the door opened, but this time there was a pleasant looking young man in a black shoes, black pants, white shirt, gray vest, and excellent posture. "Mr. Barnes?" "Yes. And you are?" "The butler," and he turned toward the staircase: "Right this way, please. Master Jack is expecting you." He started up the stairs. "Pardon me, but shouldn't I meet the parents first to discuss content and time and stuff?" He continued up the stairs, talking to Scott over his shoulder: "They are both in Malaga until next Thursday. Master Jack has all the information you will need." "Malaga? Where's that?" He turned and gave a wry smile: "How should I know?" He walked down the hallway and paused: "This is Master Jack's door. He will call for me if you need anything." He trotted down the stairs and was gone, leaving Scott alone in front of an carved oak door with a hand lettered sign taped to it that said, "Keep Out. This Means You." He knocked quietly on the doorno answer. He knocked louder, and a boy's voice shouted peevishly, "What the fuck is it? I'm busy!" "It's me, Mr. Barnes, the tutor." "Woops. Sorry. Is it 11 already? Sorry. Come on in." When Scott opened the door, he could see only shadowsthe room was dark with one or two feeble lightscandles, on second glance. Then he made out a boy with his back to him standing in front of a full-length mirror, looking in the mirror back at him. The boy was dressed in a choir robe, with broad red and gold vertical stripes running straight down from his shoulders to the floor. "Jack?" "Ah, Mr. Barnes. Thank you for coming." As he turned to shake hands, Scott thought he perhaps noticed the robe part a bit and Whoa, what was that? What is, or is not, under that robe? But it was only a moment, the room was dark, and the robe closed again. As they shook hands, Scott was impressed with the boy's air of youthful liveliness. "So, are you in a church choir or something?" "Oh no, no. I just like to get dressed up in different outfits. This is one of my favorites. You like dressing up?" "Not really, outside of shirt and pants. And boxers. You wear boxers?" Jack laughed: "Not unless I have to. But before we get started, I have a favor to ask." "Shoot." "The school I'm preparing for is affiliated with religion, so to get me in the mood, can I ask you to dress a bit like a priest? It would make the tutoring more real." Getting weird. Real? "Sure, but I don't" "I've got a priest jacket and collar. That's about all it takes. Oh, and one of their funny hats." Weirder. And interesting. "Let's see if it fits. Don't mind dressing up a bit to help out." "Excellent." Jack went over to the bed and picked up some black clothes. As he turned back toward Scott, whoa, there it was again, a slight parting of the robe and... But the room was so dark that Scott couldn't be sure. When Scott put on the vestments, Jack draped a chain with a cross around Scott's neck and said, "Excellent again. You really look the part." He walked over to a desk next to the mirror: "Here's the School's syllabus and what their entrance exam will look like." They sat down side by side. "A religious school, you say?" "Not religious. Religiously affiliated. They're real careful about the difference. But I'm stoked, 'cause I find priests and people like that interesting. Weird to never have sex and be around adolescents who are all horny and pawing each other all the time." "I'm not so sure they never have sex," said Scott. "Some priests I know are pretty ready to go horizontal. Let's look at the syllabus. And just a suggestion: you should keep that robe closed more. It seems to fall open a lot." "Does that bother you, Father?" "Whoa, what did you just call me?" "Father. Aren't you supposed to be playing a priest?" "Well, yes, but And yes, it bothers me a little." "Shouldn't you say `My son'? `It bothers me a little, my son'?" Scott gave a slight laugh. "Yes, it bothers me a little, my son. A handsome young man such as yourself, dressed in clothes such as yours, could tempt others to behave in unfortunate and undesirable ways." "What ways are those, Father?" "A man might put his hand on your thigh, like this, my son. Then he might slide open your robe, like this. When he found that you were not wearing boxers" "Father, what are you doing? I don't understand." Jack was twitching with excitement. "When he found that out, he would see that your member was stiff and hard." "Yes Father, it is. It does that a lot. I don't know what to do. I can't stop it, Father." Jack poked it up at Scott. "Then he might take your member in his hand and work it like this. How does that feel, my son?" When Scott wrapped his hand around Jack's dick, Jack jerked and jumped in his chair. Scott played with Jack's dick for a while, working it like a video game joy stick and peeling the skin back and forth. Jack moaned with pleasure: "Father, I can't stand it." He stood up in front of Scott, and Scott, still seated, took Jacks dick in his mouth. When Jack couldn't take that any more, he threw his robe on the bed, followed it, and lay on his back: "Father, do me! Do me! Suck me off!" Scott went over and sat on the side of the bed. He started massaging Jack's chest, his thighs, his nipples, his stomach (an outie), his groin, his ballseverywhere but his dick. Jack moaned, "No, Father, please suck me now. I'll do anything. Suck me off." Scott sadistically continued to massage: "Anything? You'll give money to the church, my son? You'll take communion every Sunday? You'll go to confession and tell the priest everything, my son? You'll pray every day to remove the sin of lust from your soul?" "Yes, yes, God yes, but do it now, Father. I'm about to cum." Scott abruptly removed his hands and gave a sadistic laugh. "Not so fast, my son. You are going to have to do penance for your sin of temptation." "Penance? What's that?" "Payback for tempting a man of God. Where is your holy oil?" "My what?" "Lotion, choir boy. Get me some and then get on the floor on your hands and knees." Scott's pants were quickly around his ankles. Positioning himself behind Jack, he said, "Now for the entrance exam." From Jack's joyful moan, this was clearly not his first time. After he came, Scott flipped Jack over on his back on the floor and gave him a professional blowjob. It made Scott feel great to have Jack moan and wiggle under Scott's expertise. And Jack kept up the play: "Oh Father, yes, oh Father" After it was over, Scott changed back into his clothes, saying, "Well, Jack, I think you are going to do just fine in your new school. You passed my entrance exam with flying colors." When the butler arrived, Jack told him, "Show Father Barnes out. The yellow envelope." The butler led Scott down the stairs; he stopped at a side table by the front door. He picked up a yellow envelope from among several in different colors: "Your payment, Father, and Jack will set up other appointments when needed." Scott saw with pleasure that the yellow envelope was thicker than the others. As the butler turned and handed the envelope to Scott, his vest opened a bit and Scott noticed a silver chain with a cross around the butler's neck: "Are you religious?" "No, Father. I just play his altar boy." "You know, you call me Father, but I'm not really a priest." Again that wry smile as the door closed: "And I'm not really an altar boy. Good day, Father." Scott drove home and stopped at the first In-and-Out for a double-double.