Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 15:36:00 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Back to School

			      BACK TO SCHOOL
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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7:00 A.M.

     Mom pulled up to the schoolhouse which was still closed up. You could
see the locks on the door. "Are you going to be all right?" Mom asked
me. She didn't want to take me to school an hour early; but it was the only
way to get me to school and still make it to her job. And I had to hang
around until nearly 6:00 P.M. for her to come pick me up. I had a key so
that, if I could find a ride home, I could get into the house. Mom would
drive by the house on her way to get me (our house was along her way from
work to the school), to check and see if I'd made it home. So if I had, I
would just raise the blind on the living room window and she could see that
and so know I'd made it home on my own. It's no fun being a latchkey kid
and doing things like this, but it was the best Mom could do.
     "I'll be fine." I assured her. I mean, this was no inner-city
trouble-spot where I was going, it looked like a nice school set in an area
of town with big, nicely-kept houses and there was little traffic on the
road to the school at this hour. All I had to do was hang around until they
opened the school or some kids came by and we could play.
     So I waved her goodbye and sat down on the steps to wait. The wind was
a little strong and colder than I expected, and I wished I'd worn more than
a short-sleeved shirt after all. I shivered and moved up to the edge of the
building where the wind wasn't as strong. Tomorrow, I'd be sure to wear my
jacket!
     Then a car came driving into the teacher's parking lot and I cheered
up. Maybe they would let me stand inside in the hall until some other kids
came along.
     The man who walked up to the door was big, tall and blond-haired with
a friendly face that he turned on me. "You're in a hurry to get back to
school." he said to me.
     "Yeah." I said. Then, "Mom had to drop me off early so she could get
to work. Can I sit in the hallway until some other kids show up?"
     He frowned. "She shouldn't have left you here so early. Didn't she
have friends you could stay with until the bus ran for you?"
     "We're not on the bus route." I said. "Not for this school,
anyway. And Mom doesn't want me riding the city bus all alone. It won't be
so bad when the other kids get here."
     "Most of them won't arrive until nearly 8:00 o'clock." he said. "Come
on in." He pulled out a key.
     "Are you the principal?" I asked him.
     He smiled. "No, I teach third grade. Which grade are you in?" he said
as he unlocked the door.
     "Third." I smiled up at him. "Then can I come sit in the classroom,
sir?"
     He grinned. "Sure. Come on. What's your name?" He locked the door
behind us; I learned later that the front door wasn't unlocked until 7:45
a.m.
     "Danny Carver." I told him.
     "Danny, my name is James Smith. We have another teacher here named
Marvin Smith, so they all call me "Mr. J. Smith."
     "Okay, Mr. J. Smith." I said cheerily. With my teacher arriving as
early as I did, there'd be no problem about having to stand around every
morning. We walked the quiet hallways, with only a few lights shining here
and there, and our footsteps sounding loud and noisy, and I asked
curiously, "Who else is here?"
     "Nobody." Mr. J. Smith said. "They won't be here for another half
hour. I come in this early because I have to give my wife a ride in to her
work. So I sit and grade papers and such until time for the school bell."
     We got into the classroom and I said. "First day, you aren't going to
have any papers to grade, are you?"
     "No." he smiled. "Nothing to do at all. So we can just sit and talk,
if you want to."
     I took a chair right at the front of the room and he didn't sit behind
his desk, he got up and sat right on the edge of the front of it. I could
see him real good from there. His arms were real big and he looked very
strong.
     "Did your family just move here?" He asked me. "No, I had to transfer
out of my old school." I didn't want to talk about that so I changed the
subject to one I did want to talk about. "You look strong." I said to
him. "Do you lift weights or something?"
     "I go to the gym after school lets out." He nodded and struck a pose
for me, one arm making a muscle. You could see it right through the shirt,
a nice fat orange-sized bulge. And his chest, too, swelled outwards in this
pose, making him look even bigger than he already was. "Wow." I said. "I
bet you could lift me, no problem."
     "Sure." he said. I sort of leaned closer and he smiled, said to me
kindly, "You want to feel it?"
     "Yeah." I said. I stood up and got closer and he held the pose. I felt
his bicep and it was big and round and firm as it looked. "Nice." I
said. Then I felt his chest. "Really nice." I said. And I kept on feeling
his body through the shirt and he let me, looking at me with his eyes kind
of wide and careful, as I felt lower and lower down on him.
     I felt his upper leg and I said, "I can feel the muscles down here,
too."
     His eyes kept watching me carefully, all sort of tense and aware. His
chest began to move up and down in big, graceful swells as I touched him on
his leg, here...and there. I reached up to the inside of one leg where I
saw a familiar-looking extra bulge, got hold of it and said, "And you got a
big muscle right here." It was what his cock felt like, all big and round
and fat there where it was. But then it kind of twitched under my hand and
I said, "Whoa! That muscle feels kind of funny."
     His eyes closed and he let out a shuddering breath. "Mmm...yeah, it's
special."
     "Really?" I said, pretending to be surprised. "Can I see it?"
     He looked down at me and I looked up at him, kind of eager and kind of
trusting, and he saw that and said, "Sure. You can see it."
     I let him unzip himself and then reach in and pull down his
briefs. Then I said, "Hey, I see it now!" and I grabbed hold and pulled out
his cock. "Wow, that's a special muscle all right."
     He chuckled, seeing right through my pretended innocent act. "You know
it's not really a muscle."
     "Yeah." I admitted. "But can I touch it anyhow?" I said as I kept
right on holding it, feeling it swell and get even harder and fatter.
     "Sure, Danny. Go ahead and touch it for me," he sighed.
     I got a good hold and pumped on it, the fat meat like a
loosely-wrapped sausage with the thick foreskin all warm velvet in my hand,
and his dick firmed up to full strength, all hard cock ready for service. I
said, "Boy, that's a really big one, all right. Okay if I see what it
tastes like?"
     The smile on his face was pure delight shining through like sunrise in
the morning, lightening his entire face. "Sure, go ahead." and Mr. J. Smith
reached over and pulled my head down and I opened my mouth and got a nice
mouthful of his thick, salty cockhead as he thrust it into me. I grabbed
hold and milked at it and it was hot and firm and tasted like a hot dog!
"Mmm!" I groaned as I began to move my lips and mouth back and forth over
his dick. "Mmm! Mm-mmm!"
     "Mmmh!" Mr. J. Smith echoed me. "Mmmh, ahhh, kid, you've done this
before." Mr. J. Smith groaned. "God, you're so hot, that mouth of yours is
so hot on my cock! Oh, yeah! Uhhh!"
     Now that I had his cock slicked up, I was able to take more of it,
though it was too big for me to take all of it down. I didn't care, I had a
big mouthful of hard cock, and after the entire summer of doing without
any, it tasted so good! I sucked on it and sucked on it for the longest
time, and he let me, just let me suck him how and as I wanted to. I played
with it in my mouth, using just my tongue for a while as I held it inside
me, and he just grinned down at me as I looked up into his eyes, and I
grinned back at him around his cock, and I took him back into my mouth and
began sucking again, and his eyes closed and he sighed, a sound of sheer
contentment.
     It was a time of sheer happiness for me, there in the early morning
light in the classroom, the sun just beginning to shine over the buildings
and giving the room a golden light. Soon this building would be full of
kids and noise, but now it was all quiet and peaceful, like being all alone
in a castle, and Mr. J. Smith my knight in shining armor with his golden
hair and broad body, and I was loving his lance jutting out at me, his
reward for rescuing me from the mornings of standing alone in the cold.
     After a nice, long time of me sucking his dick, Mr. J. Smith reached
down and caught my head and I understood, he was getting close and wanted
to take control now and I let him, didn't fight it as he began to push my
head back and forth and his hips moved his body in time to his thrusts, and
he began ramming his cock deeper and deeper into me. It was such a good
feeling, having this big man working his prick in my mouth and I slobbered
all over it as he fucked at my face and his cock got hot, so hot!
     "Oh, oh Danny!" he moaned. "I'm going to come! Can I shoot it in your
mouth, baby? Will you take it for me?"
     The mark of a gentleman, his asking that permission, I mumbled my
"uh-huh" to him and he groaned, hunched at me harder than ever, it was like
having a hot stick in my mouth his dick was so hard and then he moaned and
kind of pushed my head down onto his cock and held me there, and that's
when he shot his load.
     Hot, salty jism poured into my throat and I gulped at it eagerly,
loving the pungent taste of it. Nothing tastes just like come, it's the
best thing I know of and I had a nice heavy load of hot jizz right off of
Mr. J. Smith's dong.
     He finished, panting, still holding onto my head and I suckled at his
cock, pulling every last drop out of his hard dick, sucking until it was
all soft and didn't fill up my mouth at all anymore. And that's when he
finally let me go and sat back on the desk again, wiped at his face with
his hand. He was sweating, but otherwise still looked all nice and neat.
     "That was good!" I said. "You shoot a nice big load, don't you, sir?"
     He smiled at me over his gasps for breath. "Yeah, you're good, too,
you know?"
     "Thanks." I said. "I haven't sucked a cock in months now. I still got
it, though, huh?" I was eager for praise.
     "You sure do." he said. "My wife won't suck me at all and I love being
sucked." He hesitated. "Uh, are you going to get here early every morning,
Danny?"
     "Every morning." I said. "Especially now I know you're here, too." No
way was I going to try to find a ride in to school now!
     He smiled and said, "Well, I'll be here every morning, too."
     "Sounds good to me." I said. "Better than standing around waiting for
the kids to show up." "Yeah." He wiped his face and looked at the
clock. "7:30." he said. "The other kids will be arriving any minute now."
He looked at me. "There's not supposed to be anyone inside but teachers
right now."
     "That's okay." I looked out the window and saw a head in the corner
and eyes that were watching, but they ducked down before I got a good look
at who was watching us. "Great! I see some other kids right now." I
said. "I'll go out now and play with them!" I had to see who it was, ask
him not to tell on us.
     "Don't play with them the way you played with me." he said. "Uh, and
you'd better not mention this to anyone either." he started to explain but
I cut him off.
     "Don't worry." I told him. "I know better than that." And I took
off. "As far as me being inside with you each morning, I'll keep it our
little secret." And I put my finger to my lips. "All of it, our little
secret."
     I hurried out the door. I had to find that guy who was watching me and
Mr. J. Smith or maybe my new teacher would get in trouble just like the old
one, and I'd have to switch schools yet again.
     And with Mr. J. Smith as my new teacher, I didn't want that.
                            * * * * * 10:00AM
     Recess. A half hour of getting away from studying and math and just
run around and play for a while. I hadn't been able to find who was
watching in the window and that worried me a little. But it wasn't one of
the kids, I knew that from trying to step up and look into the window. The
windows were nearly seven feet off the ground, and the only way to get up
that high was a sort of small ledge a foot tall, but even when I got my
foot on it and stepped up (I couldn't stay up on it, it was only sticking
out about an inch and there was nothing to hold onto, the windows were set
flush with the wall), I still couldn't see into the window. Whoever was
watching had to be at least six feet tall. Not another kid.
     I went over to the swings on the part of the playground at the side of
the school. Most of the kids were playing on the much larger front side of
the playground where they had a new jungle gym, and they were climbing all
around. But for me, the swings were still more fun and there was enough
room here at the side for the swings.
     There were a couple of other kids swinging or playing near me, but
then an older boy came up, wearing a jacket that said he was in high school
football, and he said to the other kids, "Beat it, kids, or I'll beat the
snot out of you."
     They took off, evidently knowing this big kid already, and so I
started to go, too, but he called, "No, you, kid, wait here."
     I did, sat back on the swing, waiting, wondering what he wanted. This
big kid was at least fifteen or sixteen years old, not in our elementary
school at all. He stood there, watching and waiting until the other kids
were off around the other side of the school building.
     Then he turned to me. "You're the kid that came in early, aren't you?"
He didn't look tough so much as he looked strong, a little too thin and
tall but you could also tell he'd earned that football jacket honestly. He
had sandy-brown hair and a long lean face and a smile that wasn't exactly
horrible and mean. It was more like it was determined, that he would get
his way, one way or another and he'd rather do it with your agreement, but
was ready to force you if he just had to.
     "Yeah." I agreed.
     "I saw you and that teacher go into the school together. You aren't
supposed to go in there before 7:45, you know." he pointed out.
     "I know, but I was early and besides, he's my teacher." I said.
     "Yeah, but that got me curious, so I got up on the ledge and looked in
at you." he said.
     "Oh." I said. This older boy had been the face I'd seen in
Mr. J. Smith's window. Now, it was a question of who he'd told, and what
he'd told them.
     "You really liked sucking that teacher's dick, didn't you?" he asked
me when I stayed quiet.
     "Yeah." I said cautiously.
     "I could see you were liking it." he leered. His hands went down to
his blue jeans and he unbuttoned them. "I was wondering if you'd like
another taste of one."
     I looked at him again, reassured at least about what he'd told people;
he hadn't told anyone! And that let me look down as he kept undoing his
fly. "Does a younger guy's dick taste different than a man's?" I asked him.
     "How would I know? I don't suck dicks." he said. "But you can find
out."
     "Okay." I said and as he stepped up, pulling his cock out straight to
point at me, I leaned over and just let him stick it in.
     Now, I know that he was kind of forcing me to suck his cock, but he
was a really nice-looking guy and I didn't really see any harm in it. I
mean, when a guy forces you to do something you want to do anyway, is he
really forcing you at all? That was how it was with me, I didn't have a
choice, but my choice was his choice. No problem.
     His dick tasted different, all right. Not as strong in flavor as
Mr. J. Smith, a little less powerful, a little more delicate. Like the
difference between a candy that's really sweet and one that's just sort-of
sweet. They're the same mostly, but one has more of it than the other
one. This wasn't sweet, it was more kind of meat-flavored, like licking
bologna that had been sitting in the sun a while and was all warm and
dry. That's it, like the difference between plain bologna, and a cut of
salami meat. One is spicier than the other, but both are still meat.
     So I slurped on his pud without any further compulsion from him. His
hand held me in place until he saw he didn't have to, then he just sort of
let me do what I wanted. "Yeah, we got us a little cocksucker at this
school, don't we?" he murmured as I made loud sucking sounds as I worked
his cock. "Yeah, you like sucking dicks, don't you?"
     "M-hm." I said around his cock. Why doesn't anyone ever quite believe
you like sucking a dick? I mean, I thought it was lots of fun, making a guy
feel good and that come they shoot out is better in its own way than
candy. It's like you made it yourself and now you get to enjoy it. And then
the guy you've sucked is all relaxed and happy and he smiles at you and
sometimes he buys you candy and stuff as a way of showing his appreciation,
but always he really likes you.
     So I sucked this older boy, sitting there on the playground swing,
enjoying the taste of a younger dick for the first time. I decided I liked
it in its own way. I mean, a fellow can like ice cream and like a chocolate
bar at the same time, can't he? He doesn't have to choose one over the
other, each is better in their own way!
     He began panting pretty quickly, after only a couple of minutes. "We'd
better hurry before someone catches us out here." he said. "I'm about to
shoot it. You going to let me shoot in your mouth and not cry about it?"
     Like I wanted him to do anything else! "Mh-Hmh!" I mumbled, and sucked
on him harder. It was easier now that I'd had some practice with
Mr. J. Smith. And he was hornier and knew we had to hurry, so he didn't try
to make it last, just grunted and gave a few hard thrusts of his hips at my
face, that was kind of rough, but then he was blasting his load into my
mouth, my second taste of come that day. His jizz tasted lighter than
Mr. J. Smith's, too, less spunky and more kind of sweet-like. I liked how
it was all soft and pliable and liquid on my tongue, not sort of clumpy
like Mr. J. Smith's. Like I said, a fellow can like two things in their own
way, and I liked this teenager's come.
     Done, he pulled away almost roughly and began buttoning his
pants. "That was good, kid." He said to me. Acting tough at me. I wasn't
fooled, I'd touched this guy in that way you do when you suck his dick.
     "Thanks." I said. "My name's Danny. What's yours?"
     He looked at me. "Maybe I'll tell you one day. Meet me tomorrow back
in the alley at this time, you got me?" He ordered.
     "Okay." I said. "We can do it again, tomorrow?"
     He laughed, relaxing the tough-guy act, and rumpled my hair almost
affectionately. "We sure can, kid. You really do like sucking my dick,
don't you?"
     "Oh, yeah." I said. "Best thing in the world!"
     "Yeah, we can do it again tomorrow. Just not out here like this." He
hesitated and then said, "And my name is Fred."
     "See you tomorrow, Fred!" I said. I watched him disappear into the
alley. I knew there was a high school which abuted with its back up against
the back of this school, which explained his being around. But there was a
fence between us, a high fence of cyclone wire. Well, there were gates
probably, or he was strong enough to climb over it if he wanted to.
     I still had some time, so I began to swing again, back and forth, up
and down. The other kids peered around the corner cautiously, came over and
said, "Hey, Danny, did that guy mess you up?"
     "Did you see him with me?" I asked them first.
     They shook their heads and one said, "We went to find a teacher but
they were all busy with some kids fighting on the other end of the school
and so we came back to see if you were all right. Are you all right?"
"Sure." I said. "He just wanted to talk some. Come on, I can swing higher
than you can!"
     "Can not!" And we resumed our interrupted play.
                            * * * * * 12:20PM
     Lunchtime, and I was waiting in a line to get into the cafeteria with
the other members of my class. Mr. J. Smith was at the back of our line,
he'd watch us all get inside safely and then go to the teacher's cafeteria
next door.
     "Principal's coming, principal!" came the murmur down the row. I
looked and there he was, the school principal. A big man with a mustache
and deep brown skin. I knew his name was Principal Mendoza and he walked
down the line, saying hello to everyone and the kids talked back like the
really liked him, laughing and talking, not the sullen silence you get with
a principal nobody likes.
     He stopped when he got to me. "You're new here, aren't you?" he asked
me, smiling.
     "Yes, sir." I said.
     "What's your name?"
     "Danny Carver."
     "Carver." he mused and you could see him flipping file cards in his
head. And he found the card he was looking for pretty quick. "Ah, yes. I
remember. Look, when you get done with your lunch, come see me in my office
for a few minutes, okay?"
     "Oh, he's in trouble." someone hooted and the kids laughed.
     "No, he's not in any trouble." Principal Mendoza said. "Just want to
talk to the new boy, that's all." he smiled at me and patted my head and I
grinned up at him. He was a really nice guy, you could tell.
     I looked as he passed on down the line and Mr. J. Smith my teacher
looked a little nervous at the Principal as he walked by, then at me. I
smiled at Mr. J. Smith and pressed my finger to my lips, showing him once
again, "I wouldn't tell." and Mr. J. Smith smiled and relaxed again.
     I ate my lunch, which I got for free at the school because my mother
had filled out some papers for me with the school when she signed me up. So
I had a little yellow card and I gave that to the cashier and she punched
it. None of the other kids said anything, because the school sold that very
same card to parents who didn't want their children to have to handle
money, so about a third of us were getting our lunches "punched" and who
knew which ones were getting lunch for free and which were getting it
because they had bought the card? The card was for the entire week and she
punched out Monday. At the end of the week, I'd take it in to the school
office and they'd give me another one for free.
     So I had a big lunch and ate all of it because I was hungry, breakfast
had been at 6:15 that morning, over six hours before.
     After that, I sat and talked with the kids while they finished their
lunches and then it was time for us to clear out and let another grade use
the cafeteria. And time for me to go see the principal.
     I gave my name to the girl out front and she showed me in. Principal
Mendoza smiled at me from behind his desk and said, "So, Danny, you're
going to be coming here now?" He lounged back in his chair to show me it
was all friendly, and that showed his body to me nicely, the way his pants
were really tight on him and I could see the bulge at his crotch, and the
way his shirt stretched out here and there, to show that there was a
muscled body underneath it.
     "Yes, sir." I said.
     "You had some trouble at your last school." he said, leaning forward
and picking up a manila folder. "One of the teachers there was doing some
improper things with you." And he looked a little mad about that.
     "I was sucking his dick and another teacher caught us." I
clarified. "So he got fired."
     "Yes." Principal Mendoza said, looking serious. "I want you to know
that we don't let anyone touch our children in a way they don't like, and
if anyone does, I want you to know you can come right to me and tell me
about it, okay?"
     "Okay." I said. Then, because it was the truth. "But I did like it."
     He was a bit uncomfortable at me saying that. "I know that some things
can feel good in their way, but when someone is forcing you...."
     "He wasn't forcing me." I cut him off. I'd been through all this with
the school board so I knew most of what I wanted to say, and how to say
it. "I asked him to let me. I like it, Principal Mendoza. I like it a lot."
Those words hadn't changed the school board's mind, they still fired the
teacher and because I wouldn't get counseling, Mom ended up taking me out
of that school.
     "I see." he said. "You like..." he paused, then said it anyway. "You
like sucking a man's dick." It wasn't a question, exactly, but I answered
him anyway.
     "Sure." I said. "It's fun to make someone feel good like that and they
always smile so much and their come tastes so good, it's all nice and warm
and smooth." I licked my lips, thinking about it. "And I like how a dick
tastes, how it feels."
     He shifted in his chair. "Do you understand what you're saying?" he
said finally.
     "I'm saying that Mr. Jamieson didn't MAKE me do anything." I said
firmly. "I told them that at the last school, too, but they wouldn't
listen. Tried to make me go to their counselor, but I told Momma that I
didn't want to and she said she wouldn't make me. But they made me come to
this school instead. I don't think it's fair."
     He shifted again, as if he was sitting on something hard. "Don't you
like it here?"
     "Oh, sure, I like it here just fine. But if I suck a man's dick again,
are you going to make me leave here, too?"
     He shifted, and this time he put his hand down at the front of his
pants. "No, we wouldn't make you leave if you didn't want to." he said
finally.
     "Good. I don't plan to let anyone know when I suck dicks anymore." I
announced. "People act all funny when they find out."
     "I'm sure they do." he said, shifting again.
     I was warming to my topic. "I mean, just because a guy has his dick
all hard and such, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
     "No." he said slowly.
     "And if I want to grab that hard dick and suck on it, that's okay too,
isn't it?"
     "Yes." he said even slower. And he hunched up and I saw the way his
dick was making his pants jut out.
     "Good." I said, getting up from my chair. "Because I think you have a
really hard dick, Principal Mendoza, hard enough to make you uncomfortable,
and if you do, I want to suck it. Can I, Principal Mendoza? Can I suck your
dick?"
     He didn't answer, but I went on around and put my hand on his
crotch. "Yeah, it's all hard. You'd like me to suck it, wouldn't you, sir?"
My face was now right up next to his, I could practically feel the bristles
of his mustache on my cheek. Not quite, but nearly.
     Principal Mendoza's voice came out as small as a mouse's
squeak. "Yes." he admitted.
     "So take it out for me." I said.
     His hands trembled as he fumbled at his fly, fished in and pulled out
his cock. "Boy!" I said, impressed. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen!
I'm going to like sucking this dick." I think Mr. J. Smith's was a little
bigger, actually, but I wasn't admitting to Principal Mendoza that I was
sucking the dick of a teacher at his school. Let him think he was only the
second man in my life!
     I knelt down between his legs, and he had the funniest look in his
eyes. They were so dark and his whites of his eyes were so big because he
was staring at me so hard and his skin was so dark around those whites that
it made them really stand out.
     When my lips touched his cockhead and I pressed my tongue against it,
he moaned, so softly. His dick tasted still different from Mr. J. Smith's
and from Fred's. His cock was even stronger flavored than Mr. J. Smith's
and it had a slightly different taste as well. Like Fred's had been
sweeter, Principal Mendoza's cock tasted a little less sweet. I liked
sucking his dick, but the taste of it wasn't all that great otherwise, it
kind of left a taste in my mouth when I let go of it.
     But that was okay, too, I wasn't going to complain to him. Instead, I
licked up the side of his cock just like licking at an ice cream cone, all
soft and cold on your tongue, only this was soft and hard beneath that soft
outer coating of foreskin. "Do you like that, sir?" I asked him.
     "I sure do, Danny." Principal Mendoza moaned. "I been wanting a little
boy like you, just to see what it would be like, but I didn't want to risk
my job."
     "Well, don't worry about your job with me, sir." I said. "I won't tell
anyone."
     "Suck me some more." He gasped out.
     "I will." I said. "But there's something else I did with that other
teacher, and I think I'd like to do it with you."
     "What's that?" Principal Mendoza asked, but I started sucking him
again and he just sighed a while as I undid my pants and pulled them
down. But what I was doing was slicking up his dick and when I got it all
slippery and thick with my spit, I said, "Now, Principal Mendoza, would you
please fuck me?"
     He got that fish-eyed look again and I grinned. "Here, let me just
climb on." I said. I got onto his lap, straddling him with my knees on the
chair seat on either side of him and I said, "Help me get it in me."
     He did, panting heavily but smiling at me all the time. Men always
smile when you make them feel good and I loved that, it made sucking them
so much fun and I knew I wanted to watch him smile at me as he fucked
me. This way, our faces were right up against each other and I could look
right into his eyes.
     So I let him push that thick dong into my butt just a little and I
said, "Now let me do the rest of it. Your cock is so big, it's going to
take a while."
     He did, he sat still while I wormed that huge pud into my ass. I got a
couple of inches of it into me and I said, "Now, let me hold it there a
while." And I began to move up and down in his lap.
     He panted, his lips spread wide, looking at me right in my eyes as I
rode on his cock. I smiled at him and he smiled as me as I bobbed back and
forth and then I said, "Okay, let me push it in a little more now."
     As I pushed down on his dick, he gave out a long, low
moan. "O-o-o-o-oh!" he groaned. "Oh, Danny, you feel so good!"
     "You feel good too, Principal Mendoza." I assured him. "You can fuck
me now if you want to. It doesn't hurt anymore."
     And Principal Mendoza lifted me up and got me lying down on his desk
and he stood there and began to fuck at my ass, me hanging onto
him. Principal Mendoza was whispering things to me, things in Spanish, I
couldn't understand most of it, but I got him saying time and again, "nino
mio, oh, muchacho mio!" in golden murmuring tones.
     "Oh, sir, fuck me harder now, please." I whispered back to him. And
that really got him to moving, he began to fuck me nice and hard, it was a
great fuck, Principal Mendoza giving me his hard dick in his office, and
all around us, school was going on, and me, I was in the principal's office
and he was fucking me nice and hard! I moaned, clung to him tightly and for
the first time that day, I felt my dick get nice and hard and tingle like
crazy. I gasped, hung onto him and I reached my little orgasm, the one you
have at that age, which is less the super-wonderful experience of
adulthood, but more like a promise that soon, real soon, it's going to be
great!
     So I hit my little climax, quivering in his arms, and he gave a rich
chuckle into my face as he watched me come and then his face, his deep
brown face, turned a sort of purple and he was gasping and groaning and his
cock, his cock was so hard, it was so hard and he fucked me with it so
fast, and me shivering in his arms from the power of my own orgasm, and he
fought back a desire to yell his pleasure, and instead only a strangled
sound escaped his lips as he hunched at me with a fierce energy and then
erupted into my ass as he held me up tight against his body, really
tight. A thick, heavy load, I could feel it filling my butt full in large
clumps, a hot, sticky mess of thick jizz loaded my ass, and then he was
done, puffing like crazy, panting, sweating with drops that fell onto me
and soaked my shirt and dotted my face, and then he was kissing the sweat
away tenderly and caringly, still holding me tight, so tight, like we were
one body together, like I was a part of him.
     "Oh, oh, sir!" I gasped. "You gave me a great fuck. I knew you would,
that's why I wanted you to fuck me."
     "Oh, oh, and you were just like I thought it would be, holding onto a
sweet young boy like you, fucking his tender little ass. I loved it, Danny
and I love you for letting me do it." Principal Mendoza moaned.
     "I want to do it again sometime." I said to him. "Real soon. Uh, I
hope we can without me having to get into trouble to see you." I teased.
     He laughed as he held me gently. His cock was still imbedded in my
ass, and it was going down but so slowly, so slowly. "I'm sure we can avoid
that." he said. "My door is always open to all my students. You just ask to
see me. I'll be waiting. I hope you ask to see me soon...and often." His
cock had softened a lot now and he pulled it out with only a slight tug at
my ass to feel for it.
     "Your door's open to all your students? Well, don't let them all wear
you out." I teased him as he pulled his pants up. I got off his desk and
began to do the same. "'Cause I want your dick to fuck me again real soon."
     Principal Mendoza rubbed my hair the way Fred had in the schoolyard,
and I laughed and took it. Wiping the sweat from my face as well as I
could, I tucked my shirt in and went back to my classs. Mr. J. Smith looked
at me and I smiled at him and made the "Shh!" motion again, and he smiled.
     Tomorrow, I'd have to be sure to let Mr. J. Smith fuck me, too.
                            * * * * * 2:20PM
     The school day was nearly over. My last class was Physical Education,
which meant I was on my way to the gym. I had made a wrong turn, so the
halls were mostly clear.
     He was standing at the door to the janitor's closet, a big, strong
black man wearing a brown one-piece jumpsuit. He looked at me and I looked
at him, at his muscles straining out that suit which is supposed to be
baggy but wasn't, not on him. He filled it out, all over, it was nearly
like a second skin on him.
     He looked at me and grinned, his teeth a white crescent moon in his
dark face. His hand went down to his crotch and he said, "Hello there."
     "Hello, sir." I said to him. Looked back at his hand fumbling his
crotch, moving it in an insolently brazen motion, right here in the school
hallway.
     Whatever he was looking for, he saw it in me looking at him with his
hand on his crotch. He let go and said, "Come on in here with me, boy." and
opened the door of the janitor's closet.
     I went inside with him, wondering what he wanted, and he closed the
door behind us and the only light was a dim yellow bulb above. The shelves
were crowded with cleaning fluid and the walls were festooned with brooms
and mops that spilled out into the floor, too. There was hardly room to
move with the two of us inside.
     And he reached down and unzipped his fly and took out his cock, large,
long and thick and dark! "Take a good look at it, boy." He said to me. "You
like that?"
     I looked, and I licked my lips and said, "Yes, sir, I sure do."
     "Good." He said. "Get your lips around it."
     I wondered how he knew. Maybe he'd seen me and Fred on the playground,
or maybe he'd come in early and seen me with Mr. J. Smith. No matter, he
knew but he wasn't going to tell anyone, he just wanted some for
himself. And I was willing to give it to him.
     I bent over, not too far he was so tall, and I sucked on his cock, and
he grabbed my head and he shoved it down hard. "Yeah, kid, I knew when I
saw you that you were a dick-lover." he moaned. "Come on, kid, get it nice
and hard and wet, so I can shove it up your butt. You'd like that, wouldn't
you?"
     I just sucked on him harder for an answer, and he moaned and then took
a jar of Vaseline off a shelf and said, "That's enough sucking, boy. Let me
lube it on up while you take those pants off. Come on, move it, you're
going to be late for class as it is."
     "Yes, sir." I said and unfastened my pants, watching as he rubbed a
thick slather of Vaseline over his cock, rubbing it so that it shone all
over his cock in a thick gray sheath. I shuffled out of my pants, not
taking off my shoes and was bare from the waist down.
     "That ought to do it." He said. "Now come here, boy."
     I stepped toward him and he scooped me up with his hands under my
armpits and lifted me bodily into the air. His hands caught me under my
legs and he helped me wrap my legs around his waist. "Yeah, boy, you know
what's coming, don't you?"
     "Yes, sir." I said. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
     "I sure am." he agreed. "What you going to do about it?"
     I was puzzled by that question. "Get fucked." I ventured.
     He laughed. "That's right. Knew you were a dick-lover. Now spread
those cheeks so I can get in." he caught my ass with his big hands and
pulled them apart. And his cock slid all greasy and thick into my ass. I
was relaxed still from Principal Mendoza's fucking, so it didn't hurt me
much.
     The janitor felt that, too. "Damn, boy, you're done getting it from
somewhere else, aren't you? This ass of yours knows just what to do to let
me in."
     "Yes, sir." I agreed. "But your cock feels really good right now."
     "Hang on, then, 'cause we only got a few minutes so I got to make this
fast." He said. "Get ready for the ride of your life."
     Standing up like that in that crowded closet, me holding onto his
shoulders, he fucked me like that. It was more like he was making me bounce
up and down, and his cock was just there for the ride. He had my little
body moving like crazy and he was beginning to get that thick dick really
deep inside my ass when he said, "I'm going to come now, boy. Hold onto
your ass, here it comes."
     I'd never seen a man declare he was going to come like that, it was
like he decided to come and that was it. His face only flushed a little bit
and then he was pumping a load up my violated ass, and it fell out in thick
plops onto the floor, his cock began making squeakly-gushy sounds in my ass
as he fucked upwards into me and then he was done and he still didn't seem
to be very worn out by it, just stood there and breathed a little heavier.
     "Good ass, boy." He told me. "Now get your pants on and get to your
class."
     I obeyed, pulling on my pants and said, "Sir, tell me one thing."
     "What's that?" He asked me. "Hurry up, I got work to do."
     "How did you know about me? Did you see me this morning and where? And
who was I with?"
     He was surprised. "Kid, I didn't see you doing anyone else! I saw you,
I said, this kid's a cocksucker and a dick-rider. And you was."
     "Oh." I got my pants up and he opened the door and walked out, a broom
in one hand, heading down the hall now empty of kids, whistling very softly
to himself.
     I watched him walk away, and then I walked on to my physical education
class.
                            * * * * * 2:30PM
     The coach was a big man, and I mean really big. He stood about six
foot six inches tall and he wasn't the least bit skinny, in fact, muscles
bulged out all over his body which showed off with the tank-top that he
wore. His legs were great big kegs of muscle, his biceps were the size of
cantalopes, his hair was cut flat on top like a landing field for aircraft,
and he was big enough I think they could have landed on it if they wanted
to.
     "My name is Coach Harley." He announced as I made it into the gym
after changing quickly into my gym clothes. "You'll call me 'Coach' or
'Sir' and you'll do what I tell you when I tell you and no arguing. Do you
understand me?"
     I didn't have to be told he used to be a Marine drill sergeant, it was
that obvious. We all bleated out like a group of little sheep, "Yes, sir!"
     "Now, let's get you boys loosened up." And he led us in
calisthenics. Me, I wasn't too stiff, but after the day I'd had, I was
awfully tired. By the end of that hour, it began to show. I mean, I was
exhausted and when I had to run, I kind of loped along tiredly instead.
     The gym class was over at 3:30, and I walked up to the Coach and said,
"Sir, is it okay if I stay and shoot some baskets or something?"
     "After that tired job you did in class today, you want to do it some
more?" he asked me.
     "Uh, not really, sir, but I have to wait around here until 6:00
o'clock for my mother to get off of work. If I can, that is." I said as he
looked unhappy.
     "You can stay and help me clean up this place, but they lock down the
school at 5:00." He told me. "You'll be sitting outside with nothing to
do."
     "Oh." I said. Well, it couldn't be helped. I'd have to find a ride
home with some other kid the next day. I'd ask around.
     But I helped him pick up the balls and stuff and put them away and
then the locker rooms with their towels all over the place. We put the used
towels in the now-full laundry hamper and pushed it outside where a laundry
truck pulled up a little later.
     It was now 3:45pm. "Well, I got done in no time today, thanks to you."
he said, beaming. "Good soldier."
     "Thanks." I said. "Can I sit down a while?"
     "Sure, go ahead." he said. "We'll sit and talk a while, you deserve a
rest and I don't like to leave until 4:30 or so anyway. Sometimes a kid
comes along after school and needs to talk." He looked at me. "Do you need
to talk?"
     "No, sir." I said.
     "Do you need some help with your homework?"
     "No, sir."
     "Anything you do need?" he asked me. I looked at him and he said to
me, "Tyler Jamieson is a friend of mine."
     That was my teacher at my old school, the one who got fired for having
sex with me. "Oh." I said.
     "He's moved to another state now. Had a lot of trouble because of
you."
     "I didn't do it to him." I said defensively. "I didn't tell anybody
about us. I told them after that he didn't make me do anything, that I
wanted to. And I did. But nobody would listen."
     "That's because they don't think a little boy can make up his own mind
about such things."
     "Well, they're wrong." I said flatly.
     "They sure are." he agreed.
     I looked at him, this big man and I said, "You know, I could use a
little help right now after all, sir."
     "I could use some help myself." He said and gestured at his crotch,
which was tenting up nicely. Some muscle-builders use drugs to make their
muscles bigger and it makes their cocks smaller, but Coach Harley didn't
have any problems with drugs. A fat, uncut dong stood up from his body when
he pulled off his shorts and he said, "Think you could help me with this
problem of mine, Danny?"
     "I sure can." I grinned and got down on my knees. His cock was sweaty
and strong-tasting, but it wasn't nasty by any means, it was like sucking
on one of those long sausages you buy at the grocery counter sometimes,
greasy...but good!
     I got him nice and hard and he said, "Is it okay if I fuck you, too,
Danny?"
     I grinned. "Sure thing, Coach."
     He got some oil from a locker and squirted it on and then I lay back
on the bench and he knelt onto the floor and guided it into me. I sort of
held onto his arms, those big strong arms that were friends with
Mr. Jamieson, and it was like I was making it up to Mr. Jamieson for
getting him in trouble. He smiled and fucked me so gently and warmly and I
was beginning to gasp in pleasure, about to have another climax when I
heard a voice, "What's going on here!"
     Oh, no, not again! I looked over and saw him standing there, an
Oriental man is his early thirties. One of the other teachers.
     "He isn't making me do anything." I said quickly. "I asked him to, you
understand me." And from demanding, I went to pleading. "Please, sir, don't
tell anybody! Honest, we're doing this because we want to."
     "Relax, Danny, Tom's a friend of mine." Coach Harley said. "Danny
Carver, this is Tom Ching, he's one of the fourth-grade teachers."
     "I get you next year." Mr. Ching said. He spoke good English, but it
was kind of clipped, too, you could tell it wasn't the language he'd grown
up speaking.
     "Now, Tom, if you'll pardon me, I'm busy right now." Coach Harley
said. "Danny here hasn't had a good fuck since they locked up Tyler
Jamieson on him. I'm helping this kid out and he's helping me out."
     "Okay by me." Mr. Ching said. "I just came to see if you wanted to
ride home with me."
     "I don't, but Danny here can use a ride." Coach Harley said. "His
mother can't come get him until six o'clock."
     "Where do you live?" Mr. Ching asked. I told him and he smiled. "I
live that way too. I give you a ride home every day, okay?"
     "Sure." I said.
     "Now, Tom, you go wait in your car and I'll bring Danny out as soon as
I finish fucking him."
     "Okay, see you in a little bit Danny." Mr. Ching said.
     Coach Harley hadn't even lost his hard-on during all this. Me, I was a
nervous wreck. I laughed with the relief of knowing that I wouldn't have to
go through that miserable experience again, and when Coach Harley fucked me
again, I caught fire right away. His cock was so fat and felt so good and
now it could go on and on and on!
     I moaned, grabbed on tight to him and he grimaced as my fingernails
bit into his arm. But he didn't fight me off, he just fucked me a little
harder and as I finished my orgasm, he started his, I got another load of
man-jizz up my butt and I sighed and kissed him and he kissed me back, a
real man-to-man kiss just like Mr. Jamieson used to give me. I sure hoped
Mr. J. Smith would relax enough to kiss me like that. Or Principal Mendoza
or Fred or the janitor! Boy, what a day!
     "Okay, kid, you got a ride home." Coach Harley told me. "Get going and
I'll wait around and tell your mother when she shows up."
     That was very nice of him but he didn't have to as I have explained
before, so I told Coach Harley that and he swatted my butt and said, "Get
moving, soldier!" and I got moving.
                            * * * * * 4:05PM
     Outside, there were only four cars in the teacher's parking lot and it
was easy to spot Mr. Ching in his SUV. I climbed in and he drove off.
     "Your mother not pick you up before six?" He asked me when we got
going.
     "She works until five o'clock and it's in Yazoo City." I said the name
of a town about thirty miles away from us. "But she'll drive by the house
on her way in to pick me up and if I get a ride, I just raise the blinds on
the window and she sees that and pulls in at the house instead."
     "You got it worked out." he said. "But she not be home before five?"
     "More like 5:45." I assured him.
     "Good." he said. "I get you next year, but maybe I get you now, too."
     "What do you mean?" I asked him.
     He looked around and saw an alley, pulled into it. It was a
residential street, and the houses on either side had high fences along the
alley.
     "You like dicks, you like my dick?" he asked. It was like he was
forgetting his English entirely in his excitement. He pulled at his pants
and unzipped them and his cock just sprang out of his pants when he did.
     I had heard jokes that Oriental men are smaller than other men, but
Mr. Ching had no problem that way. His cock was a nice, long one, a little
thinner than Coach Harley's, but still an impressive piece of meat. His
skin was a golden brown color and so was his cock and I was fascinated by
it, like I had been with the janitor's cock, you just don't think about how
a man's skin color is different, it's different all over him. You expect a
black man to unzip his pants and out pops a pink cock, but it doesn't, it's
a dark brown the same as he is. It was the same with Mr. Ching, he had a
golden cock.
     "You suck it now." He said to me, and I was happy to give it a
try. Again, there was that hard-to-explain difference in the flavor. I
won't say his cock had an Oriental flavor about it, but there was a light
sort of soy-sauce zest to it that I can't explain any other way. I guess
you are what you eat and it seeps through your skin and flavors your
cock. Like Fred, who as a teenager probably ate a lot of sweets, his cock
was sweeter flavored and Principal Mendoza, who ate almost nothing sweet,
it made his cock less sweet to my little-boy palate.
     But I enjoyed sucking Mr. Ching's cock, he sat there and I bobbed on
his dong, hitting my head a couple of times on the steering wheel. The
second time, he said, "Okay, that is enough." and I looked up at him. "I
fuck you now." he explained.
     I expected, with that huge SUV, for him to get up and us to go into
the back, but he didn't. He pulled me into his lap and with my pants barely
off from my buttocks, he put me onto the steering wheel and slid his dong
into me like that! I expected the horn to blast non-stop, but he had one of
those horns that only worked when you pressed both side of the steering
wheel where the buttons for the horn were, it never made a peep. With me
perched on his steering wheel rather precariously, he began to make me
slide up and down on his cock by moving my entire body, and now I sort of
understood the steering wheel. I think Mr. Ching had fucked other boys in
this way!
     Whatever, he was good at it and he fucked me with a nice not-too-fast
tempo and I even found myself tingling a good bit when he began to
groan. "Okay, boy, I shoot it in you now." he announced, his voice rushed
and breathless.
     "Come on, Mr. Ching, shoot it in me." I urged him. He slid me up and
down even quicker and he gasped, his face flushed a bronze color, and he
was popping his cookies. His cock shot his wad into me and it dribbled back
out onto his dong. I could feel the shots of jizz pumping into me, hard
little squirts, and Mr. Ching moaned and then he pulled me off that wheel
and onto his lap and with his cock still in me, now more than ever, he held
me tightly to him and he kissed me.
     "You my boy now." he proclaimed. "I give you ride, you give me ride."
And he laughed, and I had to laugh with him.
     "I wouldn't miss it for the world, sir." I assured him.
     "I take you home now." Mr. Ching said and he did. "See you tomorrow."
He said as he closed the door and I watched his blue SUV drive away.
     I looked at the clock when I opened the door, it was nearly five
o'clock. I lay down on the couch and turned on the television set and
nearly forgot to raise the living room window blind.
     But I did and Mom pulled in about 5:25p.m.
     "You got a ride home?" she said. "How was your first day at school?"
     I grinned. "I love it there, Mom. I think it's going to be a better
school than the old one, even."
     "So tell me about your day." she sat down and gave me her attention.
     "Well, my teacher gets there early, he's real nice, so he let me into
the classroom to wait until the other kids got there. I made some friends,
including an older boy at recess, then the principal talked to me after
lunch and he's real nice, too. And I had a talk with the janitor and the
coach says I can help him clean up after gym last period and one of the
other teachers will give me a ride home very day." I paused for breath. "So
it was a great day, but I'm tired now."
     "I can see why." she said, getting up. "I'll make us supper now and
you rest." She ruffled my hair like everyone seems to want to do and said,
"Young man, you've had a busy day."
     I sure had!

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