Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 12:47:39 +0000 From: Wesley Crusher <wesley.crusher@gmail.com> Subject: Making the Grade Series (Adult Youth Section) - Chapter 7 ____________________________________________________________________ Making the Grade (Part 7) - by Wesley (wesley.crusher@gmail.com) [this continuing story assumes that parts 1,2,3,4,5 and 6 have been read] ____________________________________________________________________ Making the Grade By Wesley Crusher Chapter 7 After Matt left for school, Jack Sawyer poured himself a beer and played back the tape recording of his son's interview. As he listened again to the sobbing confessions of his boy about how his English Teacher molested him and how he allowed himself to enjoy it caused Jack to start rubbing his full crotch. Then, as he heard the lad explain what happened and how Father Bryce had to save his soul he couldn't help unzipping his flies and hauling out his thick throbbing meat and start stroking his huge thickening member. As the sounds of his son's moaning filled the room, Jack closed his eyes and replayed the scene in the interrogation room of his fit naked boy, pressed against the two way wall mirror whilst the perverted fat cop molested and abused the helpless lad. Jack's mighty cock drooled as he recalled the officers fat fingers thrusting and forcing their way up into the kid's tight young anus causing the boy to scream in pain at first......and then how the schoolboy's thick cock jerked and swelled mightily in response to the rough stimulation of his young fuck nut by the cop's fat fingers as they pushed and probed deep within the lad's innards. "Oh yeah....oh yeah......," moaned the man as he wanked off to the sounds of his boy being hurt and pleasured by the cop in equal measure. As Matt's mounting scream of ecstasy filled the room, Jack came; grunting loudly, shooting his thick ropey cum all over the sofa.... After the man recovered, he got up and went to the bathroom. Looking up at the large hook he had fixed into the ceiling, he reached up and lifted himself up and down several times. The hook was firmly anchored. Jack grunted with satisfaction. If it takes his weight, it would easily take that of a 16 year old boy; even if the boy was swinging around..... Remembering the names of the men his son had divulged in the interrogation room, he looked up the numbers in the directory and reached for the phone.... ********************************************************************* MONDAY AFTERNOON Monday afternoon in the sleepy quiet town of Briers Cross was proving just a little too quiet for Father Bryce as he pottered about the church ensuring everything was tidied up from the previous Sunday's sermon. As he swept the floor, his mind kept going back to the marvellous encounter he had with that stunning boy Matt Sawyer who had turned to him in desperation seeking salvation. He unconsciously licked his lips as he recalled how he thoroughly tasted the boy as part of the salvation process. His mouth watered as he almost relished again the savoury, sweet juices that had coated the candle that he had used so vigorously.... The telephone rang in his office and, with a sigh, Bryce brought himself back to the present and answered the phone. "Yes, hello; this is Father Bryce..." As he listened, his eyes grew wider and he started nodding; a lascivious smiling slowing cracking his face whilst his cock started to fatten and lengthen under his habit. He slowly replaced the receiver, his cock twitching at the thought of next Friday evening... Over the course of the morning, Matt's English teacher, Mr. Johnson, Officer Lomand and, of course, Coach Peterson, also looked forward to Friday.... ********************************************************************* Jones, the local chemist was busy taking stock in his small pharmacy. Monday morning was typically quiet for him and he enjoyed the quiet time to get his stock in place. He heard the door chime jingle and, standing up, he saw the big man enter. A smile broke out on his face. "Morning, Jack! Haven't seen you for a while. How are things?" "Fine Dave, fine thanks. How's the missus?" "Oh just dandy thanks Jack....so...what can I do for you? Haven't got a cold have you? I can recommend some throat pastilles that are particularly good....." "Nah- nothin like that Dave. Actually, I'm looking for something to help me sleep. I heard that Rohypnol is very good...?" "Sure thing, Jack as it's you, but remember, this is pretty powerful stuff. Don't mix it with alcohol; It can make you confused and plays merry hell with your memory..." Jack smiled broadly. "That's just fine by me Dave." ********************************************************************* Coach Peterson walked into the boy's locker room, his eyes taking in the heavenly sight of young lad's as they changed out of their school clothes and into their tight, lycra swimming trunks. Peterson always demanded that the boy's wear Speedos rather than shorts as they were more streamlined and allowed the boys to move with greater speed through the water. The fact that the sheer tight fitting costumes also very much enhanced the male outlines of the youngsters was, of course, an added bonus... The man's eyes scanned over the boys until he saw what he wanted. He paused, savouring the sight of Matt Sawyer as he was changing into his Speedos. Although the boy's back was to him, Peterson still very much, enjoyed the spectacle of the lad's young broad shoulders and narrow waist. "Jesus," he muttered to himself, as he watched the lad bend down to pull his Speedos up and over his tight bubble buttocks. The man nodded approvingly as the very tight, thin fabric moulded to the young lad's rear. "Sawyer, in my office now, please." The hunky 16 year old looked over to the Coach. "Sure thing Coach," smiled Matt. Peterson sighed as he appraised the youngster. As always, the boy's glorious smile and white teeth as they shone out from behind perfect lips caused the Coach's cock to throb with need. Not for the first time, the man imagined the boy's lips wrapped around something thick and meaty... Coach Peterson feigned indifference as the almost naked lad walked slightly hesitantly into his office. "Er, hi Coach; what was it you wanted to speak to me about, Sir?" The handsome boy's face was a cock swelling image of masculinity, boyishness and total innocence and enthusiasm. His bright dark eyes spoke of eagerness and unspoken need... The lad's toned body was totally smooth and tanned by the summer's sun. Firm brown nipples crowned a broad, well defined chest and the gently rippled torso of the boy spoke of great flexibility and good diet. It narrowed to a 26 inch waist which drew the eager man's eyes to that place where the young lean torso ended and the sturdy well muscled thighs began. It was also that place that was barely covered by the thin, almost translucent Speedos that the Coach found very difficult to avoid feasting his hungry eyes upon. The large contoured bulge where the sheer fabric moulded itself to the boy's anatomy, promised much... The man cleared his throat and huskily reminded Matt that he looked forward to showing him some special muscle training techniques in the evening. Matt felt his heart leap with enthusiasm and happiness. He very much admired and respected Coach Peterson and felt very honoured to have the Coach take out his own time to train him on extra muscle building techniques. "Sure thing Coach; I'm really looking forward to it," grinned the boy. "So am I, my boy, so am I," smiled the Coach, his eyes again travelling up and down the 16 year old boy's smooth muscled smooth torso. "Oh yes, and come lightly dressed. It'll be a heavy workout so you'll get quite a sweat up," added the man. "You only need a tank top and jock and shorts when you come round, OK?; In fact, come to think of it, as it's a hot summer evening this evening, ditch the top as you'll be too hot by the time you get to my place...," added the man. "Sure Coach- no probs," agreed Matt, his mind already excited on the thought of working out with Coach Peterson. "So which muscles will this training technique focus on?" "These are muscles which are inside your body and provide critical anchorage to your core set of muscles such as your abs." Peterson held his breath for a moment to gauge the boy's reaction. Matt had no idea what the man was talking about but was perfectly happy to accept what Peterson was saying as he trusted the Coach implicitly. "OK Coach; whatever you say I need to do." "That's my boy," said Peterson as he felt his heavy cock swell at the very thought of the handsome lad obeying his every command. ********************************************************************* Timmy was almost finished dressing as the class above him was getting ready for their swimming lesson. At the Coach's call to one of the boy's, Timmy noticed Matt for the first time and immediately admired the older boy's physique and slight unconscious swagger. The young lad sighed and wished he had 'that look' that would command respect. He noticed the way the Coach seemed to slowly look Matt up and down. Clearly the Coach respected Matt's build and wished fervently that Peterson would be equally respectful of his own. He resolved to talk to the older boy if he got the opportunity and see if he could get some hints on how to develop his body. Back at Timmy's home, his stepfather still seethed over the way his boy had flagrantly and willfully disobeyed him. His anger mounted as he recalled noticing the damp area at the front of the boy's jeans and how he had to rip the kids jeans down to find the young lad was wearing a cum sodden jockstrap. Although punishing the boy using his usual method (how he loved using that large metal spoon...), he was looking forward to using the boy in more inventive ways and the more he thought about it, the more he reasoned that he shouldn't be the only one to enjoy the cute kids assets. And why not make some good money whilst he's at it, he mused.... He looked back at his secret stash of underground magazines and turned to the ads section. He thought for a moment and muttered ,"Young lad is available to mature customer for fun. Negotiable terms?" Yes... He picked up the phone and dialled... Monday - Late Afternoon Matt had jogged all the way to Peterson's house. He liked to jog and do anything that would build his muscles up and reduce any fat. He was glad he took the Coach's advice and came topless as he was perspiring quite hard and his young smooth torso was covered in a sheen of sweat which was soaking into the band of his jockstrap that just appeared over the low slung top of his light, tight running shorts. The young lad beamed up at the big man who opened the door. Peterson smiled a huge smile of welcome; his eyes gleamed in the evening light as he appraised the schoolboy in front of him. The man couldn't help feeling his thick cock swelling as he glanced over the young lad's fit body. Matt's perfectly smooth toned chest and gently rippled torso sent needles of lust straight to the man's groin as did the sight of the young lad's full bulge straining at the front of the kid's tight shorts. The thought of what he would be soon doing to the boy made his shorts feel even tighter. "Hi there Matt; it's great to see you - you're looking fantastic; come on in?" The lad visibly puffed up with pride at the Coach's rare compliment and happily stepped over the threshold? ********************************************************************* To be continued.... Please let me know your thoughts and if you liked the story! Thanks. Wes :-) wesley.crusher@gmail.co