Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 10:11:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor Man (31)

Ever since school started last week, I been having, like, a really hard
time getting used to waking up so early. My Mom was getting, like, all
pissy with me about it, too, because I made her be late from needing to
come and yell for me to get moving, like, three times before I finally did
it. Today was starting out just like that, and I finally rolled out of bed
after she yelled at me on her way out, slamming the door behind her. I went
down the hall to the bathroom, and dug out my toothbrush. I squirted some
paste on it, and stuffed in my mouth, wishing I could still just be
sleeping. After I finished cleaning my teeth, I hopped in the shower,
standing there, letting the water make me wake up. I giggled, when I looked
down, and saw my dicky all boned, and sticking straight out, and I thought
to myself how cool it looked like that. I really wanted to jerk it, and
make some nice cumms, but I had been late to first period three times
already, and Ms. Lane was getting totally bitchy about it, so I didn't
touch it, just got out, and hurried up getting my clothes on. I maybe even
saved, like, forty seconds getting dressed, too, cause I didn't put on any
undies under my shorts. Mr. Johnson, my schools custodian, called it going
commando, and he liked it when I went without any undies. I like it too,
actually.

I grabbed the lunch bag Mom made for me, and hurried up outside to get my
bike. I hopped on, and started down the driveway, and almost crashed it,
cause it was being all wobbly. I stopped, and looked down, and realized
that the front tire was all flat, which was how come it didn't steer
right. Shit, I thought, now I gotta walk, and for sure I'm gonna be all
late again, too. Ms. Lane is so gonna shit bricks, too, I bet. I kicked the
stupid flat tire, and took off walking to my school.

   Even though I really hurried walking, I got there, like, ten minutes
after the last bell, and knew I was gonna get it from Ms. Lane again. I
sighed, and pulled open the classroom door, and walked over to her desk to
tell her about my bike flat. Before I could even say it, she looked at me,
that funny way she does, like, over the top of her goofy little
glasses. "Don't even try it, Mister!" she barked at me, and lifted her arm,
pointing at the door. "You can just trot right down to the office, young
man, and explain your constant tardiness to the dean of boy's, I already
warned him you would likely be coming." I looked down at the floor, trying
to get her to feel sorry for me, but she wasn't going for it, the old
bitch. She cocked her bushy eyebrow at me, and repeated, sternly, "March!"
I sighed, and turned around, and went back out through the door, slowly
walking down the empty hall to see Mr. Hall, the boy's dean.

When I got to the boys bathroom, I decided to make a short pit stop before
I had to sit and listen to Mr. Hall rank me all out for being late, so I
pushed open the door, and went inside. I went over to the urinal, and
pushed my shorts down my legs, and grabbed on to my little dicky, aiming
it. I started to pee, and jumped, when a voice behind me startled me, big
time. "Oh my, just look at that sweet little boy pussy!" I heard, and
really quick turned part way around, making my pee spray all over the wall
in between the urinals. I giggled then, cause I saw it was Mr. Johnson, and
it was cool, then, cause he's already seen my naked stuff lots of times,
back inside his little office. He grinned, and stepped close to me, grabbed
onto my shoulders, and turned me back to the urinal. "Try to keep the piss
inside the fixture, Davie-boy, I'm the guy who has to clean the place up,
remember?" I giggled, nodding my head, and said, "Yes sir, sorry
Mr. Johnson." He chuckled, and I felt his big hand squeeze my butt as I
finished my pee. "How come you are out of class, Davie?" he asked me, and I
told him about Ms. Lane getting pissy from me being late.

"Hmmm, so the old battle-ax is sending you to let Hall chew on you some,
eh, well, fuck him, he can just wait a few minutes....come on Davie, lets go
into that end stall there a minute, and I'll help you relax some first." I
smiled, and nodded my head, then sorta waddled behind Mr. Johnson, my
shorts sorta keeping my legs from walking good. We went inside the toilet
stall, and he latched the door, then sat down on the toilet lid, and pulled
me in front of him. His big hand came out, and he got hold of my dicky,
rubbing it in his thick fingers, making me get all tingly, and bone up
really fast. "Ah yes, that's a good boy, Davie, let old Ed get this cute
little boy meat all nice and hard." I groaned a little bit, and he kept
rubbing me, and put his other big hand down to play with my little balls,
too. Mr. Johnson grinned at me, and said, "Such a sweet little boy cock,
Davie, old Ed just can't get enough of your sexy little body, son." I
smiled, and told him, "I really like you to touch me, and stuff, too,
Mr. Johnson, I like it a lot."

   Mr. Johnson played with my stiffy some more, and was all tickling my
little balls too, and I was getting lots of tingles from it all feeling
really nice. After a little while, he bent over, and slid it inside his
mouth, and that really felt awesome. He sucked on my dicky really nice, his
thick fingers still tugging on my balls, too, and, like, pretty fast I was
getting that really cool feeling that makes the cumms, so I sorta grabbed
on to Mr. Johnson's head, and sorta pumped my butt back and forth. I guess
he figured out I was pretty much ready, cause he started sucking me harder
and faster, until I rolled up onto my toes, and got feeling all shaky, and
all my cumms started shooting inside his mouth. Mr. Johnson just kept
sucking me, and swallowed all of my juice, until it stopped coming. He
moved back then, and my little dick slipped out of his mouth, and he smiled
at me, his tongue all licking his lips. "Excellent, Davie, just excellent,
that was a fine, and tasty load of that sweet boy cum of yours!" I grinned
at him nodding my head, and said, "That was awesome, for sure, Sir, thank
you!" He chuckled, and squeezed my soft little dick a few times, and told
me, "Damn, Davie, I would surely like to fuck that hot little boy-cunt of
yours right now, but somehow I expect that Mr. Hall might just get the same
idea, once you are alone with him, and it damn sure won't do for him to
find your little pussy already draining old Ed's fresh load."

That made me giggle, him saying that Mr. Hall might wanna fuck my little
pussy, cause I knew he was all married, and even had some kids of his own,
so to think about him maybe fucking me was pretty funny, I thought. When I
said that to Mr. Johnson, he laughed, and shook his silver-white head, and
said, "The idea isn't strange, at all, Davie-boy, and you certainly
wouldn't be the first, or last, hot little boy-cunt that old Hall and me
have tag-teamed around here." I could tell that he was serious then, and
sorta smiled, thinking that maybe if Mr. Hall actually wanted to fuck me,
maybe then I wouldn't get in so much trouble from being late a
lot. Mr. Johnson saw me smiling, and said, "What, you think old Hall
banging your hot little pussy is a good idea, do you?" I giggled, and
blushed a little bit, then answered, "Well, maybe so, if it makes him not
be so mad at me about being late." Mr. Johnson chuckled, and shook his
silver head again, and told me, "Well, Davie-boy, I can't imagine that it
would hurt your chances of getting off clean if you let him know that your
sweet little ass is an option for your punishment, in fact, why don't we
just lube up that pussy before you leave, just so that you are ready, you
know, just in case." I giggled at that idea, but nodded my head, and said,
"Thanks Mr. Johnson, you're the best for being so cool to me."

Mr. Johnson smiled when I told him that, and dug in his pants pocket, and
came out with his little bottle of k-y stuff. "Turn around, there, Davie,
and old Ed will fix up your hot pussy so Hall will be set for a preheated
slide into that sweet boy-cunt, if he decides to go there." I grinned, and
turned around, then bent way over, and reached behind me to hold my butts
open, so Mr. Johnson could see good to put the slippery stuff inside my
pussy. I yelped a little bit, when I felt his fat finger press on my little
hole, and then slip right inside of it, and go, like, way deep into me. He
moved his thick finger in and out a few times, and I felt all the cool,
slick gel up inside of me, really nice, and making more
tingles. Mr. Johnson was sorta mumbling to himself while he fingered my
pussy, and then he touched that really cool spot in me, and I groaned,
really loud, from it feeling so awesome. He chuckled, and slid his fat
finger back out of me, then slapped my tight little butt, saying, "Enough,
you little horn-dog, gotta save the next load of your creamy, sweet honey
for the boss-man." I giggled, but straightened up, and pulled up my
shorts. I had to kind of stuff my boner inside my shorts, cause it was,
like, totally hard again, and Mr. Johnson laughed, and shook his head some
more. He reached down, and squeezed my boner again, and said, "Get on over
to the office now, Davie, and, if you can, stop by my office this
afternoon, old Ed won't mind sloshing his big cock around in whatever Hall
leaves in that hot little pussy, won't mind one bit!" I giggled, and
thanked him for helping me, then walked back into the hallway, and headed
for the office, and Mr. Hall.

(To Be Continued)
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