Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 11:35:02 +0100
From: Wesley Crusher <wesley.crusher@gmail.com>
Subject: Making the Grade Series (Adult Youth Section) - Chapter 6

This story depicts sexual acts between 14 and 16 year old teenagers and men.
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 (Part 6) - by Wesley

(wesley.crusher@gmail.com)

[this continuing story assumes that parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 have been read]

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Making the Grade

By Wesley Crusher

Chapter 6


It was late when the 16 year old lad walked down the street to his house.


Matt was very tired.  His anus, balls and gut ached terribly from the
experience in the prison cell.  His confused mind still couldn't understand
why he had been stopped on his way back from the church.  He couldn't
fathom what the officer was looking for and most of all, he was very
troubled that he experienced so much pleasure from what the Officer did.
He kept sniffing back welling tears of shame as he remembered shooting his
uncontrolled pleasure all up the floor to ceiling mirror.


He clung desperately to the advice he received from Father Bryce.  He
remembered asking Father Bryce if it was wrong to feel the immense pleasure
that radiated out from his anus when the priest worked the thick candle in
and out of his tight young chute. Father Bryce had told him the pleasure
was Gods touch and that there was nothing to worry about if a man who
touched him was doing so as part of simply doing his job (and of course,
Bryce would use himself as the example- to remove the taint from the
English teacher who had wantonly abused the lad in a way which had nothing
to do with teaching English).


The lad started to relax when he remembered that this must apply to a
doctor examining his body, or a Coach showing him how to train his body, or
even a Police Officer who had to conduct a search....


Yes....the handsome athletic lad breathed more easily as he realised Father
Bryce's advice was clearly sound.


He slid his key into the front door of his house and fervently hoped his
Dad would be asleep by now.


Tiptoeing through he made it half way up the stairs when he almost jumped
out of his skin when he father spoke to him from out of the darkness!


"Hey son, why so late? I was waiting up for you."


Jack caught the momentary look of dread cross his sons eyes and the
struggle his son made as he tried to mask the terrible shame of being
stopped and searched by the police. He also knew his son would never lie to
him and he knew that part of the dread would be to have to tell his father
everything if asked. He saw the lads eyes turn bright with tears that
threatened to rise up in his dark eyes.


The big man's heart trembled at the sight of his distressed son.  Whilst
his lust for the boy burned as brightly, his fathers heart was rent asunder
and in a split second, his mind flew over all that he felt when he listened
to the tape recording of the boys sobbing confessions.


Jack recalled how proud he felt of his son for being honest with the Police
even though it broke the lads heart to confess his shame.  But above all,
he felt his love for his son bursting through when he heard the lad begging
Lomand not to tell his father about what had happened.  Most boys would run
to their parents if they had suffered a fraction of what Matt suffered but
his boy wanted to protect his Father from the anguish and embarrassment of
his son being arrested.

He decided what he was going to do.

"Never mind son, I'm sorry to pry- I didn't mean to.  You go off to bed now
and I just wanted to say..........I love you very much."

Matt looked in awe of his Dad as though he couldn't quite take it all in
and then, his handsome face slowly broke into a most glorious smile that
lengthened Jacks thick cock in double quick time.

"Gee- I love you too Dad", murmured Matt, almost shyly.

Matt was overcome and could no longer look directly at his Dad whom he
worshipped.  He cast around for somewhere else to look when his eyes
lighted on the glass of liquid that Jack had been generating over the
course of his lust driven musings.

"What's that Dad?", asked Matt, hoping to deflect the heat and intensity of
the emotional moment.

Jack almost forgot about it.  He reached for the glass full of cum and held
it out for the lad.

"Here Matt- drink this up. It's a protein drink.  IÕve made it and have
been saving it for you all day.  ItÕs good for your muscle building".

The man felt his cock swell and throb in his shorts as he watched Matt
obediently take the glass and swallow the contents in four large gulps.
Matt hand the glass back while licking his young lips.


"Did you like that Matt?"

"Sure Dad- if it's good for my muscles then that's great isn't it?"

The boys open trusting eyes made Jack's love and lust burst brightly within
him and he wanted to rip the lads clothes off there and then and fuck him
hard and deep.



In his mind, he imagined himself catching Matt halfway up the stairs,
ripping his jeans and jock off and greasing him up and.....

........Jack jerked himself back to the moment.  All in good time, he told
himself...


"Sure is son; that's all that matters.  And there's plenty more where that
came from.  You go get some sleep now. School tomorrow buddy."


"Night Dad".

Matt continued up the stairs to his bedroom, his mind amid the clouds.
Despite the terrible things that had happened to him during the day, Matt
decided it was the best day he could ever remember in his young life.


As Matt continued up the stairs, Jack looked at Matts tight butt and
groaned silently to himself knowing that he wore no jock underneath the
thin tight denim.  He had an idea how he could next get to taste the deep
spicy valley that lay between the lad's firm young cheeks and gulp more of
the fresh sweet cream that bubbled in his lads full balls.



Before he went to bed, he rang Peterson and asked him not to let on to Matt
that they both knew that he'd been arrested.  Jack smiled and pawed his
bulging crotch as he began telling Peterson of the boys strip search.
Peterson listened on the other end of the phone, his thick meaty cock
swelling and jerking in his sweats as Jack described how the young fit lad
was molested and abused by the cop. He couldnÕt help letting out a moan
of lust as Jack described how the officer had his way with the young
defenceless lad.

Both men moaned and panted into the phones whilst upstairs, in his bedroom,
Matt slipped reluctantly into troubled sleep, his mind filled with unspoken
yearnings and lusts which threw the lads mind into further confusion.


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Young Timmys home coming contrasted to that of Matts.


His brutish step father was livid that his son was not at home to make his
supper.

The fact that his step father was drunk did not help matters.


Sadly for Timmy, the man had noted the sticky dampness in the lads groin
and had smelt the familiar smell of the boys cum.  This was double reason
for punishment.  The man's stiff cock had leaked in anticipation of what he
was going to do to punish the boy for not being home to make him his tea
and apparently cumming without his permission.


Timmy had lain on the floor where the man had pushed him, shuddering and
moaning as the man had roughly pulled the kids hips up and yanked down the
boys jeans and jockstrap and then manipulated his young cock and balls and
reamed his exposed quivering chute entrance; forcing his strong muscular
tongue into the lads tight trembling sphincter and making the lad give up
the last of his cum from his straining balls.

Timmy had known what was going to happen next and tears welled up in his
eyes but it was nothing really new.  He had been treated worse in the past
and it was part of his life ever since his real father had passed away when
he was 6.


The man had balled up the lads damp stained jockstrap and worked it into
the kids mouth to smother the screams that would shortly follow.  Young
Timmy had closed his eyes tightly and held the image of Coach Peterson in
his mind and wished for the umpteenth time that the Coach was his Dad.

Timmy desperately needed a Hero.

The man had pushed Timmys balls up from between the kids legs and raised
the spoon with the other hand and momentarily paused, savouring the moment
of anticipation before the spoon commenced its downward direction.



As the back of the spoon had thudded against Timmys exposed balls, the
first of many muffled high pitched screams came from the jerking lad
beneath him. The man was experienced enough to know how to angle to spoon
to elicit the highest screams of pain.

The man closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure at the sounds coming from
his boy.

For him, this was far better than sex.....


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MONDAY


"Hey son- you're early- you've got another hour before needing to go off".


"Yeah Dad- I couldn't sleep after.....you know....", said the lad, blushing
slightly.

Jack slowly appraised his handsome son; noting how smart he looked in the
white school shirt with red and blue tie.  More particularly, he liked the
way the tight black school trousers hugged his boys crotch lovingly,
emphasising that his child was definitely all male....


"Well then son, you know the rules. Just your jockstrap on whilst in the
house. OK?"





Matt couldn't pretend he wasn't told.

"Yes Sir.", said the lad, wearing a resigned look on his face.

As he turned to go up the stairs to his bedroom, his father stopped him.

"It's alright son. Strip here.Ó

As the fit boy slowly undressed, the man simply looked at him, admiring the
show.

Jack never tired of seeing his lad unclothed.  He always admired the 16
year old's broad shoulders, defined chest and emerging 6 pack and felt very
proud at how his son followed his passion for weight training.

The boy stood almost naked in front of the man, feeling a bit self
conscious.

The young atheletic teenager stood before the big man, a perfect model of
vitality and good looks.  The smoothness of the boys skin, together with
his fine male musculature and white flashing teeth sent daggers of lust
deep into the mans churning balls.

"Oh yes, Matt....- that's much much better.  You're doing well...", said
Jack as he slowly appraised the boys finely muscled torso.

ÒYour thigh muscles are coming on wellÓ, said the man as an excuse to
surreptitiously feast his eyes on the teenagers full bulging jockstrap
pouch and he cleared his voice to subdue his rising lust.

Despite feeling sightly awkward standing in front of his Dad almost naked,
Matt beamed with the praise and tensed his abs and puffed his chest to
further impress his Dad whom he loved beyond words.

"Yes, son- you're making great progress", muttered Jack as he unconsciously
licked his lips and reluctantly tore his eyes away to look up at his boys
happy handsome face.


"Oh by the way- Coach Peterson rang, he wanted to know if you could drop by
his place for a workout session this evening. Seems youÕre his favorite
pupil since he mentioned a new workout routine he wants you to start
on...."

Matt was immediately interested.

"Wow- what muscle group does it exercise, Dad?"





"DonÕt know son, but the Coach says itÕs very special and works
muscles that are difficult to get to.  Whatever it is, you make sure you do
everything Coach tells you, and I mean EVERYTHING. OK?Ó

ÒYessir!Ó, grinned Matt.  He felt a warm glow that the Coach should
lavish such attention on him.  It also meant that he got to develop his
body more so that would hopefully make his Father even more proud of him.

He very much looked forward to the evening...


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Monday afternoon was the favorite time of the week for Coach Peterson.  It
was filled with gym and swimming lessons for the 14 year and 16 year old
lads.  Peterson was particularly looking forward to seeing Matt at the
swimming classes later on.


In the meantime, it was an opportunity for him to further his vocational
drive to help the lads understand and train their bodies to achieve the
desired results.

Even now, in his office, he was explaining to young Timmy the techniques to
control his body.

The blond lad was standing with his back against the wall, his hands on the
top of his head whilst the big man was just in front of him explaining the
correct techniques.

The boy was panting from his exertions and his young lean athletic torso
was perspiring; his open innocent face was desperate to take on the Coach's
advice.


"Now Timmy, you first need to take deep breaths to avoid all the
panting..."


"Y...yyy...yessir...", gulped the boy.


"That's it lad. NoÉdonÕt take your hands away from the top of your
head. ThatÕs itÉ Now whatever your body is feeling, you must separate
your mind from it...."





"Ooh...uunngh......urgh...", gurgled the lad as he desperately tried to
obey the mans advice.


"Yes...lad, you're doing well. Now look at me. That may help you control
yourself..."

As Timmy's open blue eyes glazed over and fluttered upwards, the man could
see that the boy was close to losing control.

"Keep going boy, you've nearly broken your record....."

The lad squirmed and moaned as he desperately tried following the mans
advice.


With a mighty effort, the sweating, moaning lad redoubled his efforts and
held out.

The man also redoubled his efforts and slid his left hand down the back of
the lads shorts and over the lads tight firm buns where he pushed his thick
third finger up between the lads quivering buttocks and plunged it deep
into the boys tight, hot sweating anus to work the young lads roiling fuck
nut.  His right hand continued to work inside the front of Timmys tight gym
shorts, gripping, squeezing and massaging the 14 year old's thick throbbing
teen meat through the youth's drooling sticky jockstrap pouch.


The boy gasped loudly as the Coach's thick finger impaled him.

ÒAaarrrghhhh.....UnnnghhÉ.aaarghhÉuuurgghhh..Ó, groaned the
cute blond boy.


The taught jock pouch mesh rubbed hard against the boys swollen cockhead,
causing tremendous waves of singing pleasure to cascade through his
throbbing oozing teen cock making it impossible for Timmy not close his
eyes and loudly moan his pleasure.



The big man's thick probing finger proved too much for the boy and, wailing
his loss of control, spurted again and again into his jock and the mans
massaging hand.

The man licked his lips as his thick, probing, pushing finger was clutched
tightly by the youngsters fiery velvet tunnel in spasmodic bursts as the
boy orgasmed mightily.

ÒYesÉ.enjoy the fruits of your labor my boyÉÓ, breathed the man
as he felt fountains of hot sticky young cream spurt against his pumping
hand.  Cum trickled down the lads legs and soaked into the boys socks as
the CoachÕs right hand continued to work inside the front of the boys
shorts.


"Unnghh...unngghh...", gurgled the schoolboy as he leaned against the wall,
his eyes closed and his hands still on the top of his head as the man's
hands were busy with the kids lower regions...


The man continued to squeeze, work and rub the lads drenched bulging
jockstrap pouch for 3 long minutes whilst repeatedly impaling the boys
tight quivering anus with his thick finger which was slippery with the
young lads ass juices.


"Unnnnggghhh...please..s,.sir..nooo....unnnghh", moaned the quivering boy,
as the continued rubbing of the big mans calloused hand and the jockstrap
mesh kept the boy on a quivering high.





Eventually, Peterson was satisfied that the boy had given him all he could
and withdrew his hands and gazed at the sweating, panting lad leaning
against the wall; the bulging front of his shorts badly stained and soiled.


"Well done Timmy. You lasted longer than last time."

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The End

To be continued....


Please let me know your thoughts and if you liked the story!  Thanks.  Wes
:-)


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