Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 12:37:12 -0700
From: DannyOceandocean20@hotmail.com
Subject: Meet Cute

				 MEET CUTE
				    by
				Danny Ocean

All the people and places mentioned in this story are fictitious. Any
similarities in names or places is purely coincidental.  Please do not read
if it infringes upon your local laws.  Thank you.  I encourage feedback.
Please e-mail me at: DannyOceandocean20@hotmail.com

 Shortwood Middle School sat on the coast of Southern California.  The sun
shone brightly as the many children sat in their classrooms learning their
lessons.  Meanwhile in the principal's office a conversation between the
principal, Mike Eggleston, and the guidance counselor, Steve Carlson,
darkened the day.
 The two men sat on either side of the office desk. This being a very
progressive school they both looked like male models.
 "Look, Steve, I'm no psychiatrist, but I can tell there's something wrong
with you.  I've noticed it now for the past few months.  You and I are the
handsomest guys in this school.  However, you're looking a little shaggy
these days.  Your mustache, for instance.  It's hanging down over your lip.
What's wrong?"
 Steve, looking very much like a model in a hair care ad said, "I'll be OK,
Mike.  I'll be back on track pretty soon."
 Mike got out of his chair and walked to the window.  "Does it have
anything to do with....Chad?"
 Steve dropped the cigarette he was smoking and started to shake.  "Please
don't mention his name again."
 "You two were pretty close.  And I don't blame you.  He was a VERY hot
little boy," said Mike.  He sighed and said, "But then after ninth grade he
moved to Detroit with his family.  Steve, you have to accept the fact that
he's not coming back."
 Steve picked up the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and burned his tongue.
"SHIT," he said as he spit it across the room.
 "Now you look at me," said Mike.  "At this moment in time, I'm having
affairs with six boys here at Shortwood.  Six of the prettiest, neediest
boys in the school."
 "Is "neediest" a word?"
 "They're all from broken homes with no fathers.  And there's no emotional
attachment.  Just hot, sweaty, jungle sex."
 Steve looked at the floor.  "I'm very happy for you."
 "Oh, but that's not good enough for Mister Steve Carlson, is it?  No, he
has to fall in love before he has sex with a boy.  Don't you realize that
most of the boys here don't know what love is?"
 There was a knock at the door.
 Mike sat back down and said, "Come in."
 The door opened slowly and a blonde, boy angel walked in.  Both men turned
to look at him.  "Excuse me, Mr. Eggleston, but you didn't forget about our
ten o'clock appointment, did you?"
 "No, I haven't, Henry," said Mike.  "C'mon in and close the door."  The
boy did as he was told.
 Henry stood there, lanky and sensual.  His blonde hair was cut with a
bowl.  His white, mesh t-shirt ended three inches above his sweet navel.
After that, it was shorts and sneakers.
 "Oh, hi, Mr. Carlson," said Henry
 "Hello, Henry," said Steve.
 Mike Eggleston got an idea.  "Say, Henry.  What would you say to
Mr. Carlson keeping the appointment instead of me?  Would you like that?"
 Henry looked confused for a whole two seconds.  "Boy, would I!"
 "Do you like Mr. Carlson?"
 Henry blushed and looked down.  "Who wouldn't want to be alone with
Mr. Carlson?"
 Mike turned to Steve.  "What do you say, Steve.  Would you like to spend
some quality time with our young friend here?"
 Steve stood up and smiled apologetically.  "Thanks for the invite, but I
have work to do."  He went out, closed the door and was gone.
 "Well.  Henry.  How are you today?"
 "I hate the weekend," Henry said as he removed his mesh t-shirt revealing
a lovely torso with two small edible nipples.
 "And why do you hate the weekend?" asked Mike as he stood up behind his
desk and dropped his pants.
 Henry walked slowly over to him.  "Because it's two whole days that I
can't play with you."
 "Did you play with yourself over the weekend?" asked Mike as he skinned
his briefs down to the floor.
 Henry now stood in front of him with his head level with his Mike's
nipples.  "No," said Henry as he ever so gently grasped Mike's 7 inch cock
with is small, soft hand.  "I saved all my cum for you."  He then bent
over, stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and began licking Mike's
cock up and down.
 "Oh, Henry, that feels fantastic," he said looking down at the mop of
blond hair.
 Henry tilted his face up and looked his lover in the eye as he continued
to flick his tongue on Mike's cock head.
 "Oh, Henry, you sweet little bitch.  Your technique has improved," said
Mike trying not to pant.
 Henry then dove onto Mike's cock taking in as much as he could in his
mouth.  He sucked casually as his little fingers tickled Mike's balls.
 "Mmmmm, my talented little blonde cunt.  You really know how to drive a
man insane with pleasure," grunted Mike.  Even the sound of Henry's sucking
was driving him crazy.
 Henry popped his mouth off the dick and licked his lips.  "I really like
sucking you, Mr.  Eggleston, but I'm kind of uncomfortable all bent over
like this."
 "Then make yourself comfortable," said Mike.
 And with that Henry shucked off his underwear and shorts and bent over the
desk thrusting an impossibly cute bubble butt at Mike.  If anything, Mike's
cock got harder at the sight.
 "I have a surprised for you, Mr. Eggleston.  Look in my hole."
 Mike spread Henry's cheeks and saw that the darling young lad had already
lubed himself for his lover.  "My sweet boy, you think of everything."
 Henry giggled.  "Now I'm the car and you're the gas pump.  Fill me up with
regular, sir.  And be quick about it."  Again he giggled.
 Mike wasted no time in slowly inserting his hard throbbing monster into
the beautiful boy's ass.  In no time he was balls deep.
 "Oh, Mr. Eggleston.  You fill me up so good.  Keep filling me up.  Oh, I
can feel you touching my inside thing!" he squealed.
 "It's the prostate, Henry," Mike said losing his breath.  "It's the
prostate."
 "It feel so good.  Do it faster, OK?  And harder?"
 Mike speeded up the fucking.  He hoped that Henry was close because he
could feel his orgasm approaching.
 "Ohhhhhhhhh, Mr. Eggleston.  Ohhhhh, it's starting to happen.  It's
tickling really hard.  OH!  I'm gonna cum, Mr. Eggleston.  Ohhhhh, I'm
cumming.  I'm shooting my cum!!!"
 Mike could feel the boy's rectum tightening around his cock and it was all
he needed to trigger his own orgasm.  His cock was spasming and spurting
cum into the sweet boy's ass.  His knees were shaking as the last few jolts
of pleasure hit him.  He pulled out quickly and collapsed into his chair,
breathing heavily.
 Henry got up flashed Mike a smile that would melt the heart of an ogre.
"Oh, Mr.  Eggleston.  This just keeps getting better and better and
better."
 Steve Carlson took a break from his work after he heard the last bell
sound for third period.  He decided to take a stroll around the slowly
emptying halls.  He hit "save" on his computer, got up and stretched.  He
swung his office door open and hit something.  Laying there on the hall
floor was a cute little, black-haired, bespectacled, blue-eyed boy that he
had never seen before.  The kid's books were all over the floor.
 Wow, the little boy said to himself when he looked up.  Yummy, yummy,
yummy!
 "This should teach you to look where you're going," said Carlson sternly.
"I don't recognize you.  What's you name?"
 "I'm Timmy Milner," he said getting up.  "I've been going here since the
beginning of the school year."
 "I'm Mister Carlson, the guidance counselor.  Here let me help you pick
your books up."
 Timmy became defensive.  "I can do it myself."
 Steve bent down and picked up what looked like a comic book.  "Holy
Toledo! True Romance Comics!  Do you read these?"
 Timmy snatched it out of Steve's hand.  "I'm appraising it for sale on
Ebay, if you must know."
 Timmy's appearance and manner screamed "NERD!!!"  But there was something
about him that excited Steve.  It was probably his lips which were
over-sized and puffy.  A fashion model would kill for lips like that.
 "Well, take my advice and don't let any of the other boys catch you
reading it or they'll hang you up by your underwear," Steve chuckled.
 Timmy got snooty.  "I rarely take advice from grownups.  Now if you'll
excuse me I'm going to be late for class."  He hugged his books to his
chest like a girl and walked off.
 Steve watched him walk away.  Little snob, he thought.  He noticed that
Timmy's blue jeans were very tight and that he had a definite gay wiggle.
He stared at Timmy's ass until it disappeared around the corner.
 Steve's dream that night was a doozy.  It was all from his point of view.
And it was in color.  He approaches the boys lavatory at school.  He sees
his hand pushing the swinging door open.
 He enters.  He is alone.  On the floor he sees a comic book.  He picks it
up and sees that it's a copy of True Romance.  He flips through the pages
and discovers that he and Timmy are in the comic book.  He reads feverishly
panel by panel.  He and Timmy meet cute.  They don't like each other at
first.  Then they keep bumping into each other.  Their annoyance turns to
amusement which turns to mutual admiration which ultimately turns to love
and..he's about to turn the last page which he knows will depict their
naked bodies enjoying some hot, sweaty, jungle sex when the comic is
snatched from his hands.  He looks up and sees Timmy.  He is wearing a
white mesh t-shirt and nothing else.  He says, "If you want me,
Mr. Carlson, you have to love me."  He is about to walk away into the mist.
He stops and turns his head to look back at Steve.  He notices that Steve
is looking at his perfect, naked behind.  Timmy pouts and says, "Ooooh, you
want this?"
 Steve ejaculates in his sleep and wakes up to an icky mess.
 A few days later, Steve had just finished his lunch and was walking back
to his office.  His route took him through the school cafeteria.  He walked
this route every day and his heart was always warmed to the sound of the
children enjoying themselves, the smell of the inferior food, and the
occasion "hi, mister carlson" that some boy or girl would throw at him.
And today was no exception.
 Until he heard some boy call out, "Hey, Timmy, do your Carlson
impression!"
 Steve's head whipped around in the direction of the voice and saw a table
full of boys and girls having a good time.  None of the kids saw him.
 Timmy stood up ceremoniously, cleared his throat and shouted, "I am the
great and beautiful Carlson.  Ladies, shield you eyes from my awesome
loveliness lest you swoon with passion.  My golden hair and piercing blue
eyes were the cause of many a damsel killing themselves over the love that
I refused them.  Run home to your mothers and hide under the bed because
you will never get me to the altar.  For I am the omnipotent and radiant
Carlson--"
 Suddenly, the children all stopped laughing and became silent.  Timmy
looked around and saw the object of his jest walking slowly toward him.  He
quickly sat down.  When Steve reached the table he looked at all the
children with no expression on his face.  He then walked to the exit.  He
stopped and looked back at Timmy, then sadly walked out.
 The children all breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't figure out why
they weren't reprimanded for the display of humiliation.
 "That was awesome, Timmy!"
 "Yeah, man.  I never laughed so hard in my life."
 Timmy struggled to smile as best he could, but his heart had fallen out of
his chest and splattered on the floor.  What have I done? he said to
himself.  What have I done?
 A few days later Steve was walking the halls when he heard a cry coming
from the boy's lavatory.  Classes are in session, he thought.  No one is
supposed to be in here.  He eased the swinging door open as silently as he
could and slipped in.
 He looked around and listened.  He was alone except for the pair of legs
he saw under one of the stall doors.  Suddenly, he heard the unmistable
sound of a boy masturbating.
 "Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Oh you do it so good, Mr. Carlson."
 Steve's eyes bulged.
 "Oh, that feels so good.  Suck it harder, Mr. Carlson."
 Steve realized from the sound of the voice that it was Timmy.
 "Ohhhh, yesssss.  Lick my balls and suck my cock, Steve.  I love you so
much.  I can't wait for the chance to suck you, too.  Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!  I'm
cumming, I'm cumming.  Ohhhhhhhhh, Steve."
 It was over.  Steve heard the sound of toilet paper being rolled and
ripped.  Paper rustling, toilet flushing, pants being pulled up.  The door
clicked opened.
 Timmy walked out of the stall and saw Mr. Carlson, arms folded across his
chest leaning up against the wall, smiling.  Timmy's jaw dropped open
turning his perfect puffy lips into a very sexy O.
 "Well, young man," said Steve.  "That was quite a performance."  He
clapped his hands together.
 "H-How long have you been standing there?" stuttered Timmy.
 "From about the second act to the finale."
 Timmy's face turned red and tears started forming in his eyes.  He walked
slowly to the door.
 Steve said, "I would have thought you'd want to wash your hands before
returning to class."
 Timmy pushed the swinging doors open and spat out, "I hate you!!!" before
running down the hall.
 A few days later Henry ran up to Timmy during the lunch as said, "Hey,
Timmy, have you heard the news?  Mr. Carlson is substituting for Mr. Miller
in forth period English class."
 "Mr. Carlson is teaching the English class?"
 "Yeah, just for today."
 Timmy thought for a second and said, "Henry, I need you to do me a favor."
 Meanwhile, Steve was having lunch in the teachers' lounge when Mike walked
in.  There were a few other teachers there talking or snoozing.  Mike sat
next to Steve and started talking in a very excited manner.
 "Steve, you're not going to believe what happen to me yesterday."
 "Look, Mike.  If it's another one of you conquests, I'd just as soon--"
 "But you're going to love this.  I was grading papers in my office.  This
was after everyone had gone home when I hear a knock on my door.  'Yes, who
is it?' I say.  The door opens and in walks that gorgeous little red-head
Shawn.  Do you know him?
 "Yeah, I've seen him around."
 "Well, get this.  He somehow go a hold of one of the cheerleaders
outfits--"
 "He was dressed as a cheerleader?"
 "Just the skirt, socks and shoes.  He was carrying two big red pom poms.
And the icing on the cake was a training bra that he was wearing.  He
probably got it from his kid sister or something.  I didn't bother to ask."
 Steve considered this and said, "That sounds genuinely stimulating."
 "You haven't heard the half of it.  He starts prancing around my office
doing these cheers as if he's on the football field.  My dick is rising
fast.  Suddenly he kicks his legs up and I notice that he's not wearing any
underwear.  And he's hard.  He starts spinning and squatting and kicking
and dancing all the while flashing me his sweet little boner.  It was
driving me nuts.  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I whip out my
dick and start jerking off.  Hard and fast.  I was so turned on I came in
less than a minute.  I shot all over the floor.  I settle down and he stops
dancing and looks at me with these puppy dog eyes and says, 'Gee,
Mr. Eggleston.  Does this mean that you're not gonna fuck me?'"
 Steve whispered, "Keep you voice down."
 "So I said, 'Sorry, kid, but you were just too sexy.  I couldn't help
myself.'  Then I pick him up and lay him face down on my desk.  I lift his
skirt and I tongue his asshole for a solid fifteen minutes.  He's going
crazy, then I flip him over and give him a blowjob supreme."
 "I'd give him an A for imagination," said Steve.
 "Damn right," said Mike.
 Fourth period rolled around and Steve walked into Mr. Miller's English
class.
 "All right, everybody, settle down.  I'm substituting for Mr. Miller
today," he said clapping his hands together.  "Everyone take you seats."
He noticed that Timmy Milner was sitting right up front with a sweet smile
on his face.  Hopefully, he won't be a distraction, Steve thought.  And I
hope he behaves himself.
 The kids were finally ready to begin and Steve opened the book.  "Now
according to Mr.  Miller, you're learning about pronouns."  He droned on to
the class all he knew about pronouns.  It was pretty boring stuff.  Every
so often he would ask a question, someone would raise their hand, give the
answer and it would start all over again.  He would glance over at Timmy
quite often.  In fact, every time his mind wandered he found himself
looking over at Timmy and he realized the fact that he was the prettiest
kid in the class.  Even the girls couldn't match his beauty.
 Suddenly, he noticed something odd about Timmy's face and his voice
drifted off to nothing.  Is he wearing mascara? thought Steve.  Surely not,
though considering what some of Mike's boys had done in the past he
wouldn't be surprised.
 Timmy lowered his eyelids very slowly.  Then up again very slowly.  He was
doing it deliberately.  Steve finally got close enough to see that Timmy's
right eyelid had the word "love" written on it and his left eyelid sported
the word "you".
 Steve had forgotten to breath.  He quickly inhaled and started coughing
harshly.  Timmy couldn't help giggling.
 "Open you books and read the next chapter," he said still in the throes of
his coughing fit.  He took a deep breath and forced himself to settle down.
When he felt all right he said, "Timmy I want to see you in my office right
now.  Dolores, you take over the class."
 Steve walked angrily out the door.  Timmy left, too, but not before he
exchanged a big smile and a wink with Henry.
 Steve stormed down the hall.  He didn't even care if Timmy kept up with
him.  When they were both in his office, he slammed his door.  "Sit over
there," he shouted.  Timmy sat in the hard wooden chair that faced Steve's
desk.
 When Steve sat down the glare that he directed at Timmy slowly melted
away.  "Is it true?"
 "Is what true, Steve?"
 Steve was so embarrassed, he had trouble getting the words out.  So, he
gazed at the ceiling and said, "Do.  You.  Really.  Love.  Me?"
 Timmy smiled and shrugged.  "Yup.  I can't help it."
 "Then what are we going to do about it?"
 Timmy stood up and starting taking his clothes off.  "I suggest you lock
you door."
 Steve spend a few seconds to let this sink in, realized that Timmy wasn't
kidding and shot out of his chair and ran to the door.  Just as he reached
it, Mike, of all people, was coming through it.
 "Oh, hi, Steve.  I just wanted--"
 "Can't talk to you now!"
 Mike poked his head through the door, saw Timmy, and immediately appraised
the situation.  "Why you dirty polecat," Mike said grinning.  "You really
should get a motel room."
 "Get out of here!"
 "Do you want me to get Henry?  We can make it a foursome?" Mike said
laughing.
 "No!!!" shouted Mike as he slammed and locked the door.
 By this time Timmy was completely nude and casually playing with his
genitals.  Steve rushed over to him and practically ripped his own clothes
off.  Soon they were standing naked and hard, face to face.
 Steve took a deep breath and said, "I can't stop thinking about your
lips."
 Timmy smiled.  "And you're so incredibly beautiful."
 "I want to put my cock in your mouth, you sweet little nerd boy."
 And with that Timmy got an idea to prove to Steve that he really loved
him.  He pushed everything off Steve's desk, climbed on it and lay on his
back.  He positioned himself where his head hung off the edge of the desk,
looking upside down.  His submission to his lover couldn't have been more
complete.  His lips, mouth, and throat were in a straight line.  All Steve
had to do was enter.
 "Trajectory lined up, sir.  Ready for insertion," said Timmy.
 Steve's heart was pounding as he slid his cock into Timmy's open mouth.
He pushed forward a little at a time until he couldn't go anymore.  His
cock was buried in Timmy's throat.  He couldn't believe this young boy
could accommodate him so well without choking.  He started fucking his
throat slowly.  The sensations were incredible.  He looked down and saw
those impossibly beautiful lips stretched around his big dick.  He picked
up speed.  Timmy never complained.  Steve had the feeling he wasn't going
to last long and he was right.  And when Timmy actually reached up and
started playing with Steve's balls, it was all over.
 "Ohhhhhhh, Timmy, I'm cumming.  Take all my cum!!!  Swallow it you, you
hot cunt!!!"  he screamed ejaculating forcefully directly into Timmy's
throat.  "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhh."
 With all the strength gone from his body, Steve slowly pulled his wet cock
out of Timmy's throat and fell backwards on the carpet, his chest heaving,
trying to catch his breath.
 Timmy sat up on the desk, wiped his mouth and giggled.  "Did that feel
good, Mr.  Carlson?  I bet it did.  When I held your balls I could actually
feel them deflated.  It was so sexy."  He looked down at Steve and licked
his lips.  His smile faded.  And with a nasty sounding voice said, "Now
it's my turn."
 He jumped off the desk, positioned himself over Steve's head, and
squatted.  "Lick my hole!!!" he commanded.  "You are now my slave."
 Steve reached up and spread apart the sweetest ass he ever encountered.
He stuck out his tongue and pulled the boy down.
 "Ohhhhh, Steve, ohhhhh, yeah.  Eat my ass.  Eat it, eat it, eat it!!!,"
Timmy shrieked as he masturbated furiously.  His pleasure was so intense
that he had trouble balancing on his sweet, smooth legs.
 Steve's tongue was going wild in the boy's asshole.  After a while he
stiffened it and fucked it in and out slowly.  He tried to shove it in as
far as it would go to prove his love for the boy.
 "Ohhhhhh, Steve.  Fuck me with your tongue.  Shove it in my boypussy.  My
boycunt belongs to you, Steve.  It's all yours.  Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum.
Ohhh, lick it faster, Steve.  Ooooohhhh, faster.  I'm gonna shoot!!!"
 Steve could feel the expansions and contractions of Timmy's hole around
his tongue.  He tried to please the boy as best he could.  Suddenly he
heard Timmy scream.
 "Ahhhhhhh, I'm cumming.  Ahhhhhh, oohhhhhhh," he squealed as his ample
load shot out of his sweet young dick.  After his orgasm subsided, he
rolled off of his lover onto the floor, breathing loudly.
 Two naked bodies, man and boy, on the floor, in a disheveled office with
cum stains everywhere.  Yes, friends, this was true love.  Unfortunately,
the contracted employees who cleaned the offices didn't see it that way.


The End

Danny Ocean June 2010