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