Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 23:50:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wesley Crusher <wesley_crusher_2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making the Grade - Part 1

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This story depicts sexual acts between a 16yo teenager
and a man.
This story is entirely fictional.
The characters do not exist and the events described
never happened.
If such material offends you, cease reading this
document.
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Making the Grade - by Wesley
(wesley_crusher_2001@yahoo.com)

The big man towered over the cowering boy.

"This is the third week running you've had a crap mark
for your school work", bellowed the man, his face
thunderous to look upon. At nearly 7 feet tall and
18stone in weight, the towering hunk of male anger
dwarfed the 16 year old lad who blinked up at his
father with tearful frightened brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Dad, I'll do better next time, I promise"
whimpered  the cowering boy.

"You better do", his father roared or you're in big
trouble!".

"Yes Sir", whispered the frightened boy.

"You better get on with you homework then, and you're
grounded till next week and if your next weekly report
is not good, then you'll wish you hadn't been born!"
The lad fled to his bedroom.

As Jack Sawyer watched his son disappear, he silently
fumed. He couldn't understand his increasing
irritation with Matt since his mother died four years
ago. The last two years had been the worst. Maybe it
was the fact that Matt looked too much like his
mother. His mother was a stunningly attractive dark
haired woman with a grace that made the average woman
look clumsy.

Matt shared his mother's good looks and smooth
complexion. His full mouth broadened into a smile that
would melt any girls heart and yet it was healthily
male in form and his inherited beauty was superbly
crafted within a well sculpted male frame. His innate
love of sports and swimming had encouraged the
definition of his chest, arms, abdomen and legs and
regularly attracted envious glances from both boys and
girls.

Jack was a dedicated weight trainer and had brought
Matt up to do likewise. He often watched as his son
went through his routine just before bedtime,
providing words of stricture if he felt his son wasn't
putting 100% into the effort.

Whilst he knew he had every reason to be pleased with
his son's progress, he still felt  irritated with him.
 He was irritated that his son's nipples stood out so
firm and full from his perspiring teen chest when he
worked out.  He was irritated that he had to wait till
Matt wasn't looking at him before he could exercise
his fathers right to run his eyes over his son's near
naked body to check that his work with the weights was
having the right effect. He was irritated that that
Matt wore just a jockstrap instead of boxer shorts
when working out and finally, he was irritated that he
had to time his glances at the bulging pouch at the
front of his sons jockstrap.

Yes, he had every reason to be generally irritated
with his handsome teen son and his continued failure
to get good marks on his course work gave him the
excuse to flip.  Deep down he loved his son very much
and just could not understand his feeling of
irritation with Matt.


*****
Matt knew that he deeply loved his father. He admired
his body, he worshipped the very ground his father
walked on. He would do anything to make his father
proud of him. That was why he worked so hard to
develop his body.  He knew his father was right to be
angry with him. English Literature and Art was just
not his thing.

Now if it had been sport then there would have been no
problem; he was good at that and Coach Petersen had
always thought highly of him. But then Coach Petersen
had always been more like a buddy to him; like the
time he offered to help him develop his weight lifting
technique in the gym after school. He really respected
the way the Coach always encouraged him to relax and
be less formal when the rest of the class had gone.
For example, the Coach always suggested that Matt
shuck off his school shorts and to work out with just
a jock on- Coach had always said it was healthier for
a boys  body to breathe without the constricting
shorts. As it was just guys together, there wasn't a
problem. Then there was the time coach trusted him by
asking him to stand over his head and spot him. Of
course it meant standing astride his head ready to
hold the heavy barbell if necessary, but it didn't
seem to bother the coach at all.....

But the tutors of English Literature and Art- well,
they were just so uncool and old. Mr. Johnson who
taught English must have been 60 if not older and the
Art teacher- well, he was just strange!

Throughout the following days, Matt worked really
hard. He tried to immerse himself in the wonders of
Shakespeare and Dickens. Boy did he try^Åbut the finer
aspects of vicarious suffering and social commentary
eluded him.


*****
Mr. Johnson had lusted after young lads ever since he
hit the middle age of 54.  He needed desperately to
feel young again and his perfect tonic was to drink in
the sight of lovely young healthy boys and there was
no more perfect an example as that young 16 year old
Matt Sawyer. Phew- what a perfect present from the
gods!  Dark wavy hair, flashing eyes and broad
shoulders crowned by a handsome face! Ye Gods!  And
the tight ass in those jeans!!! What a tease! Don't
even mention that heavenly male bulge between those
firm legs! What a dream!  Walt started to leak in his
underpants even as he watched young Matt out of the
corner of his eye.

Over the last few days, Walt had noticed that Matt was
frowning a lot more in his class as though there was
something unclear or troubling him. It's true that his
work was awful but Walt wasn't worried about that;
after all, he was compensated by the lovely vision of
the boy- that was enough for him.
Thank goodness it was Friday, thought Walt as he
handed out the weekly course work.
Suddenly, the vision, was in front of him as the rest
of the class filed out to whoops of joy.

"Please Mr. Johnson- was my work really that bad?-
I've really tried hard to improve"
Walt's heart fluttered as he gazed into the worried
brown eyes of the lad.

"Sorry Matt- but you still need to improve a heck of a
lot."

"But my Dad will kill me if he sees this mark".

The boys eyes started to water and his chest started
to tremble.

Walt's eyes were drawn to the neck of the lad where
his shirt was open by 3 buttons giving him a glimpse
of the beginnings of a  smooth chest.  It gave him an
idea.

"Don't worry Matt- I'm sure we can sort something
out."

Walt laid his wrinkly hand upon the boys chest and
felt the thumping heart as the lad strove not to burst
into tears. He also felt the heat from the boys body
and felt a full firm nipple under his thumb.

"Oh yes- I'm sure we can do something Matt", said
Walt, as he started to gently caress the boys nipple.
"Gee- thanks Mr. Johnson. That would be great. But how
can I learn so much in time improve my marks?"
"Don't worry about that Matt- all you have to do is
what I tell you; now that's not difficult is it, son?"
"N-no, I guess not Mr. Johnson. Thanks", the boy
sniffled.
"Come with me then".


Matt followed the English teacher into his office, his
eyes widened as he took in the shelves of books on one
side and the old antique chair behind a mahogany desk.
He didn't notice Mr. Johnson quietly turn the lock of
the door.

Walt pulled the chair out and sat in it and guided
Matt to stand in front of him.
"First thing I want you to do is relax- you can't
study when you're tense like this"
"Yes Mr. Johnson". Matt drew in a big breath and let
it out slowly as Walt laid both his hands on the boys
chest, going through the pretence of massaging him.

"Oh yes, Matt- that's nice- just relax". Walt
continued to gently rub the boys nipples through the
shirt.

Matt found his eyes closing as he started to enjoy the
warmth of his teachers hands on his chest, gently
rubbing him. He didn't notice that slowly, the buttons
of his shirt were being undone.

Walt's heart pounded as he slowly unbuttoned the lads
shirt. A nicely defined pec came into view and Walt
slid a hand across the firm hairless flesh.
Matt opened his eyes and started to move backwards,
away from the rubbing, feeling hand but found the desk
prevent any further retreat.

Walt looked up at the boy's alarmed eyes.
"You have a choice lad. Either you leave now and
explain your results to your Father or, if you want a
better mark, then stay here and do as you're told."

Walt enjoyed the confused anguish in the boys eyes;
relished the difficult decision that faced the lad."
The boys eyes told everything as his body leaned
against the edge of the desk, his face hanging in
shame.

"That's better", said Walt as he finished unbuttoning
the shirt and reaching up pulled it of his shoulders
to let it hang down the back, exposing the good
looking boys chest completely.
"You're a handsome lad", Walt crooned as his eyes fed
upon the young stallion in front of him. He reached
into his desk drawer and retrieved a bottle of baby
oil.
"I usually use this oil for my hands", said Walt. "But
it's also good for massaging". Taking his time, he
oiled up the chest of the boy, making it glisten and
shine.
"Oh yes", moaned Walt in appreciation as he looked at
the young oiled Adonis.  "and now the massage".

Walt continued massaging the lads pecs, rubbing his
thumbs slowly across and around the lads full nipples.
 Matt shivered as the old mans thumbs and fingers kept
poking and plucking his nipples. "uuuunngh,ooooh,
please Sir, nooooooo, uunngh". The built lad was
starting to breathe heavily as the man relentlessly
rubbed and assaulted the boys hard full nipples.
The man kept up the assault of one of the nipples as
he moved his other hand down to slide over and fondle
the youth's rippled abdomen. Then, moving down
further, the old mans hand grasped and rubbed the big
bulge in the lads tight thin jeans.  The boy threw his
head back, arching his back as the needles of pleasure
rushed through his body; thrusting his large bulge
further into the old mans clutching hand.

"Ooooooh, god, unnnngh, no, sir^Åplease don't, noooooo"

The boys package completely filled the grasping mans
hand.
"Mmmmm, you're quite a grown up lad, aren't you
Matt?", husked Walt, his own cock throbbing and
leaking fully in his underpants. "Now, keep looking at
me".

Matt looked at his teacher, trying not to be
distracted by the sexual torture that his left nipple
was going through or the delicious feelings rushing
from his massaged groin.
"Uuunggghh", moaned Matt as he looked into his English
teachers eyes, his breathing starting to become a
pant.

Walt thrilled as he felt the hard teen cock and balls
grow bigger under his gripping fingers.
"Are you wearing briefs or a jock Matt?"

"Ooooh^Åunngh^Åer^Åaaahhh, a j-jock sir", moaned the
teen, his oiled torso writhing with pleasure.

"Mmmm, I love a boy in jockstrap- so male", moaned
Walt, his left hand starting to pinch and pull the
lads nipple whilst his other hand starting to really
work the boys full hard bulge.
Walt looked into the panting boys eyes and saw the
familiar glazed look starting to form.
"Tell me you like my feeling you up Matt, tell me how
you want to feel my lips on you nipples and body- TELL
ME"

"Please sir, no^Åuuunngh^Å.ooooh,^Åaaaargh^Åyes, sir,
please, lick my body sir, aaargh, unnngh"

"Thank you Matt, I will". The man got up and leaning
forward, took the other nipple between his teeth and
gently worried it, tugging and nipping it whilst
continuing to pinch and pluck the other. He redoubled
his grip on the boys bulge, pummelling it and stroking
it.  He felt the 16 year old lad shudder and shake.

"Aaaaarggghhhh, unnnnnnggghh"

 The teenagers body went taught with pleasure and then
his groin thrust back and forwards in spasmodic
motions as the lad climaxed.
Walt continued to suck, nip and bite the lads nipples;
continued to massage and grope the full bulge.

"Aaaaargh, no more, uuunggh, no, please
s,sir^Å.arrrgh^Å"

Walt started to feel a damp area around the boys groin
where his cum had started to soak through.
The man lifted his wet palm to the boys face. "Lick
your cock juice, boy".
Matt licked obediently, keeping his eyes on the man.

The boys panting started to calm down as the man sat
back in his chair.
He reached forward and started to unbutton the lads
jeans. As each button was slowly unsnapped, a full
white bulging jock pouch was revealed; tanslucent with
the wet cum that oozed slowly out of the thin taught
fabric. The last couple of buttons were slippery with
boy sperm.

Walt tugged back the flies and then told the boy to
stand up away from the desk so he could ease the jeans
down past his firm thighs.

What faced the man made his own cock start to leak
like crazy.  A beautiful oiled boy stood before him,
vulnerable with his heavy cock and balls inches away
from him and only protected by a sodden flimsy rubber
and cotton mesh.  The man moved closer and inhales the
pungent and yet sweet oyster smell of fresh cum and
young male equipment.  He reached out and grasped the
full wet jock pouch and started massaging it anew. The
mesh of the pouch material rubbed agonisingly against
the supersensitive bulging head of the boys cock.
"Aaaargh, noooooo, unnnngggh, please^Åaaaargh" moaned
the squirming lad, his oiled torso and abs moving
deliciously.

"Stay where you are Matt", commanded the man as he
continued to work the boys cock and balls throught the
pouch.
After about 5 minutes of manipulation, the man could
feel the bulge becoming bigger and harder again. "Oh
the wonders of youth", thought Walt has he reached
under and between youths legs.

The mans middle finger sought and, between the elastic
straps of the jock, found the sweaty quivering
entrance to the boys interior. He slowly rubbed the
hole, teasing it's folds causing the boy to shudder
and shiver in sensual pleasure. "oooooooh, sir,
nooooooooo, unnngh".  The man continued to work the
full firm pouch.

"Now, let's see what you've got in there", said the
man, as he started to slowly pull down the waist band
of the jock.  "Oh my god", moaned the man as the lads
thick firm cock was revealed. It was slippery and
coated with cum. The man almost reverently held the
thick tool with both his hands, sliding them slowly
down the pulsating rod while the boy moaned his
pleasure. Nearly 7 thick throbbing inches of young
slimy turgid flesh slowly passed through the mans
hands.  Walt leaned forward slightly and swiped his
tongue across the fat red bulbous cockhead, causing
the boy to quiver with lust.

"Ooooohh".

The clear liquor oozing from the large bubbling piss
slit was like ambrosia to the man.  Walt licked the
inside of the pouch clean, smacking his lips as he
savored the funky sweet fuck sauce.

The man held the stiff meat at its base with one hand
whilst licking the stalk and head like a lollipop,
moaning his lustful desires as he lapped at the precum
slime.  He fondled the lads full ball sac with his
other hand, rolling the balls against each other,
gently tugging. Matt was panting heavily again and his
eyes were glazing over once more, he moaned gutterally
as he felt the delicious flames of incipient orgasm
licking at the insides of his big churning balls.  His
cock started to swell further in readiness to spurt
another volley of his sweet cream when the man
suddenly squeezed his balls hard and clamped down on
the root of his jerking fuckpole.  "Not yet, boy!"

"Aaaaaagh!!!", screamed the boy as the man aborted the
bubbling cum that was about to spurt forth.

With skilful hands, the man worked the boy back toward
orgasm only to abort it at the last moment.  This was
repeated five times, leaving the lad a gurgling,
crying lust driven animal.  "Aaaargh, unnnngh, please,
let me cum Sir, pleeeese, aaargh!" The lad's thick
jerking pole of fuck meat was drooling with precum
fuck slime and man spit.

The man could stand it no longer; he needed what the
boy held in his roiling balls.
Licking his middle finger, he resumed the massaging of
the teens boy hole.

"Aaaaarggh,oooooooghh, unnngh", gurgled the lad as the
mans finger worked his anus.

Walt started to vacuum suck the boy in earnest, making
the boy arch his back in pleasure.
The lads body started to quiver and shake and the man
timed it to perfection. At the right moment, he thrust
his thick wet finger deeply up into the boys anus up
to the third knuckle,  to rub and molest the teens
prostate gland.

The boy screamed with lust and pleasure and his eyes
rolled up into his head as his body convulsed, pushing
his big cock deeply into the mans mouth.  Fountains of
creamy boy cum spurted forcefully down the gulping,
swallowing mans throat. The copious amounts squeezed
out between the mans lips and sliding, pumping teen
meat to trickle down the mans chin and onto the floor.

After the torrent subsided, the man continued to pump
his finger slowly in and out of the boys hot furnace
for another long minute as the impaled teen sweated
and writhed and moaned quietly.

Finally, the man withdrew his finger and the lad fell
back onto the floor; his legs completely weak.

Later, as the boy slowly dressed, his teacher
wordlessly wrote a note for his father. Finished, he
showed it to Matt.

"Dear Mr. Sawyer,
A quick note to say that although Matt was not able to
make the grade this week, he has worked very hard
today. He came to me with a big issue but due to his
co-operation and willingness to work with me, we
managed to get it licked. I am confident that this
time next week, I will be able to report that Matt is
able to accommodate anything I give him."


"Thanks Kid", said the English Teacher, indicating
that the lad could now leave.

End of Part one.
(Please let me know what you think of this story and
any ideas for what may come Matts way...)
Wesley (wesley_crusher_2001@yahoo.com)