Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 20:46:28 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 6

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Chapter 6

Squinting to accustom their eyes to the dim light, Rod and David entered
the King and Commoner pub. Looking around to identify the speaker, David
was appalled to see Mr. Johnson, the school Janitor -- or Building
Superintendent, as he preferred to be known.

"Oh, er, Johnson, fancy seeing you here!"

"Well, well, MISTER Jones," Johnson nastily emphasizing the fact that David
had simply used his last name as to someone beneath him, "welcome to my
local pub. Question is, what brings you here with the fair Rodney?"

"We just came in for a quiet drink," stuttered David, looking at Rod, and
not liking his tone. Rod of the Great Cock was obviously known to the
half-dozen people gathered here. The pub was low ceilinged with twisted
dark oak beams, and a long mahogany bar, with old-fashioned brass beers
pulls. A slender man of mid-forties was behind the bar, as David looked at
him he raised his eyebrows and indicated one of the beer taps. David nodded
and a pint was drawn for both boys. They sipped their beer.

"Well, this is the place for a beer!" said Johnson, "though I don't know
how quiet it'll be!" This followed by smirks all around.

David looked at the group over his beer while he gathered his
thoughts. They were mixed ages. Johnson, David thought, was between
mid-thirties and mid-forties maybe. One young guy looked to be about David
or Rod's age, three were late twenties or in the thirties, and a couple
were older, perhaps fifties or even sixties.

Two of the younger guys had been playing snooker at a table in the corner,
though they'd stopped when the boys entered and were now watching.

"Funny thing," continued Johnson, "I was just talking about you,
Mr. Jones." A week or so before Johnson had discovered David stealing a
screwdriver from his basement workshop at the school. David had been
roaming the school very late at night, totally naked, trying to carry out a
dare to remove a local street sign. Johnson had caught him, raped him and
then helped him steal the sign.

"I was praising your, ah, assets." He smirked. The others grinned.

David blushed deeply.

"And now here you are in the flesh, so to speak, showing almost everything
you have. Very nice!"

David didn't know what to say, and was glad when Rod, failing to catch the
undertones of the conversation, grabbed his elbow and leading him toward
the table said, "Fancy a game?"

"Oh, um, okay." David was dragged past the grinning `horrible hairy
Johnson.' David had discovered the extent of Johnson's hairiness during his
rape.

"So I'll put our names up on the board," Rod picked up the chalk and wrote,
`David' and `Rod' on the chalk board.

The two guys already on the table looked at each other, and one said,
"Wanna play doubles?"

"Sure," said Rod, looking at David for confirmation.

David shrugged," I'm not very good."

"Just a game," said Rod. He picked up a cue, inspecting it.

"Wanna make it interesting?" asked the blonde guy.

"Not money." Stated Rod matter-of-factly. That pleased David.

"Nah," said blondie, "ever play strip-pool?"

Rod laughed, "Can't say I ever have!" he looked over towards the barman.

"Don't worry about Joe! It's okay."

Rod looked at David, "You up?"

David looked down towards his own crotch, "Not yet!" They all
laughed. "Just one thing though, I'm wearing a lot less than you guys. I
dunno how this works, but I only got two shots!"

"We were thinking 9-ball, every ball you miss you lose something. You got
shoes, so that's four shots, six if you got socks."

David shrugged, "Okay, let's give it a whirl. I just hope you guys are as
drunk as I am!"

"Losing team buys the beer!"

David looked at Rod, "I don't have money," indicating his skin-tight skimpy
clothes where they was clearly nowhere to keep a wallet.

"Well then, losing team does a penalty!"

"Like what?" asked David, alarm bells starting to ring.

"Oh, I dunno, we'll take a vote around the bar." David let it go, but had a
bad feeling about the look on Johnson's face as he heard this.

The two guys introduced themselves as Carl and Derek. Carl was the
blonde. David judged them as both under thirty. They won the toss.

Nothing sunk on the break, so Carl removed his shirt. Rod didn't have a
clear shot on the One ball, so he tried a bank but missed it altogether.

"One thing I forgot," Carl mentioned quickly, "when you give away a
ball-in-hand, you lose two things!"

Rod grimaced, removing his shirt and pants. He had unfortunately hung his
coat near the door when he came in before the game was suggested. Rod was
now wearing Jockey Y-fronts and shoes.

Derek, now with a shot at the one, sunk it and made good shape on the
Two. He missed, leaving the Two snookered for David. Derek also removed his
shirt. Both opponents were now bare-chested. They were well muscled with
some chest hair, Carl's fair and Derek's dark.

David tried a bank shot, but missed the Two altogether, ball-in-hand! David
removed his shoes, leaving bare feet -- he had no socks. Two items to go!

Carl again. He sunk the Two followed quickly by the Three, and set up for
the Four with a fairly tough angle. He tried a combination shot, hitting
the Four and trying to nudge the Seven into the pocket. It was a good shot,
though the Seven just teetered at the pocket but didn't go in. Carl removed
his pants. He was wearing tight boxer-briefs that cupped nicely at the
front.

Rod was able to sink the four. His next shot must be the Five, and he had
several options, but since the cue and the ball were on opposite sides,
close to the rails, whatever he chose would be a bank shot. He missed. Off
came a shoe.

Derek next sunk the Five and was looking at the few balls remaining. He
played what David thought was a very odd shot. He hit the Five, but simply
placed it behind a couple of balls while the cue ball ran down the
table. He removed his shoe.

David realized what Derek had done as soon as he set up to shoot. He had no
shot! The Five ball was well buried behind two other balls, and he could
not see how he was going to hit it! After studying for a bit, he tried a
two-bank shot to come in from behind. It was a very good try, born out of
the desperation of knowing that if he missed he'd lose both his remaining
articles of clothing and thus the game.

He missed by less than a centimeter! He stripped off his shirt, and then
slowly unbuttoned his pants, accompanied by a bump-and-grind chant from the
spectators, who had all come over from the bar area to watch. Cheers
erupted when David stood totally naked before them. David was now out of
the game, and Rod left alone to play the others.

Carl shot next and though David's ball had cleared one of the blocking
balls, and Carl hit the Five, he didn't sink it. He removed his underwear,
leaving him with just his shoes. He revealed a very nice cock and balls,
nestled in a dark blonde hairy cocoon.

Rod was very distracted by the sight of Carl's cock and he completely
missed the next shot! He lost his second shoe and a sock. Rod began to get
hard at the thought of losing his underwear on the next shot; that plus
watching Carl and Derek lounging around, naked cocks out and both slowly
getting hard.

Derek, catching sight of the outline of Rod's enormous cock beginning to
stiffen sideways under the fabric of his Jockey's was also distracted to
the point of incompetence. He completely missed the ball! He lost his
second shoe, and also his pants. He was wearing a sexy white thong with an
enormous package scrunched up at the front!

Since David was out, it was now Carl. Naked, wearing only shoes, and with a
rising boner, Carl sunk the Seven perched at the pocket, using the Five
ball combo, and positioned himself nicely for the Six. There was actually
the possibility of a Six-Nine combination and the game, but it was quite an
acute angle, so he played safe, sank the Six and got reasonable shape on
the Eight ball.

The Eight ball was a long shot, and Carl very nearly made it, but it caught
at the corner and bounced out of the pocket. "Shit!"

He lost his first shoe. No socks, one shoe left.

Rod now had a difficult shot on the Eight. It had to be a long bank shot,
and he made it! Looking pleased he lined up for the Nine. It was near the
spot at the opposite end, and his cue ball was clearly going to sewer
whichever corner he aimed for, unless he could use considerable finesse. He
decided he was not able, and chose instead, a bank-corner, coming back to
the corner nearest him. He very nearly made it, with a steady, measured
pace and the Nine slowly processed down the table, looking as though it
would stop short of hole. David and Rod were cheering it on, but alas, it
touched the very corner of the pocket and came to rest looking as though a
puff of wind would tip it in!

Rod removed his underwear, revealing his gigantic cock, now half-way to
erect. Everyone in the bar gasped in amazement. Except Johnson, David
noted. `Aha,' he thought.

Rod and David had now lost the game, but Derek took the shot on the Nine
just to hammer the point home.

Penalty time!

David swigged the rest of his beer, and gestured for another, hoping that
Rod was paying.

The crowd drifted back to the bar discussing some of the shots and near
misses. It had been quite an exciting game, made more so by the gradually
emerging nudity of the players. The three unclothed men stayed naked by
unspoken mutual consent. It seemed to be David's normal state these days
anyway!

As everyone resumed their drinking at the bar, the discussion turned to the
penalty that David and Rod would have to do.

"We could have them jog naked around the block!" was a suggestion vetoed by
the bartender who felt it might draw unwanted legal attention to his
drinking party.

"We're all pretty well turned on by this sight," commented Horrible Hairy
Johnson, after a number of suggestions failed to capture them. "How about
we have Monster-Cock fuck the Teacher?" He smirked at his cleverness in
setting David up for what he assumed would be death-by-fucking from such an
enormous tool.

David looked at Rod with guarded lust in his eyes. No one there knew that
less than a couple of hours ago they had done just that. David could still
feel his ass stretched because of it. Trying to indicate to Rod not to let
on, he said, "Jesus, Johnson, what are you trying to do, split me in half?"
he made what he hoped was a horrified expression. This of course only made
Johnson more determined since it played into his cruel nature.

Soon the cover was on the snooker table, and David was bent over it, lubed
and held down by the naked Carl and half-naked Derek, while everyone looked
on.

Rod slipped in very easily, but they both tried to make it look agonizing,
and David did a good job of yelling, "Oh god, oh no, aaahhhhghhg!" Finally
Rod was pounding away at his ass. Gone was the slow methodical fuck that
had driven David into a frenzy of frustrated, impatient lust. This was like
the piston of a locomotive. The audience moved to the side to watch the
sheer amazing length of Rod's cock as it slid out of David's ass leaving
only the tip of the head still inside. They marveled how far away Rod stood
at the end of his stroke, and then they watched closely as the red piston
shoved back in and Rod's body slammed into David, eliciting a grunt.

After some time of this, Rod gripped David's hips and pulled him up from
the table. He lifted him up and leaned his own body back so David was
supported off the ground, only by Rod's cock impaling him, and by Rod's
arms around his chest and under his arms.

In this position, Rod turned around to face the audience and proceeded to
bounce David in little bounces on his pelvis. This produced the most
amazing sensation in David. He was suspended in air, with almost his only
point of contact on Rod's cock in his ass. The fucking was now very short
one or two inch strokes, but very rapid, almost like a vibration. He knew
he would cum in no time!

Rod moved to a spot where there was an overhead pipe or bar that David
could reach, and he indicated that David should grip it. This took the
weight off of Rod, and left David swinging from the bar, with Rod's cock
free to move in and out with almost no effort. Rod held onto David's hips
and moved him forward and back like some obscene swing. Then Rod got down
to fucking David for real. He held onto his hips to keep him from swinging,
and he fucked hard and long. He maintained the long-dick fucking but sped
up until his pelvis was a blur. His body was sheeted in sweat. David was
gasping with the sheer overpowering animal sex of it all, and had long ago
given up pretending that this was an unwelcome fuck. He was clearly in fuck
heaven!

Horrible Hairy Johnson looked on, frowning unseen by the eyes riveted on
the sensationally arousing scene taking place.

When Rod came, he stopped suddenly, ramming himself to the ultimate depth
that his huge cock could go. It expanded and convulsed inside David,
triggering David's own orgasm. His sperm shot up and forward to land some
distance away in glistening pools all over the floor.

David let go his handrail, and let Rod hold him close, the slowly deflating
cock still rammed into his quivering ass.

Finally, Rod's cock withdrew and David turned. They fell into another
passionate embrace. Neither paid any attention to the applause and cheers,
nor to Johnson's thoughtful, appraising look.

Some time later, still naked, David was finishing his third pint, or was it
fourth? The party was apparently winding down. Carl and Derek were
dressing, getting ready to go. One or two of the others had already left,
and one or two were ordering their last beers from Joe.

"So what now?" David asked Rod, "I kinda don't want this night to end."

"Can't go to my place," said Rod, "I'd have trouble getting you past Mom's
eagle eyes!" David had forgotten that Rod was just a teen.

"I live way out in the country," David said, "no way I can drive tonight!"

"Why don't we get some coffee and take it over to the Common? Spend the
night under the stars." There wasn't much of the night left, and that's
what they did. Two coffees, two donuts, and a short walk to the rocks on
the large Common at the centre of Tunbridge Wells, where they sat high on
the rocks under the warm cloudless night, and they talked.