Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2007 02:29:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Benett <cutiealexb@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Principal's Office- Chapter 2

Author's note: This story tells of a teenager's encounter with his high
school's principal. It is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes
only. It contains both materials of a homosexual nature and of sexual
relations between a youth and an adult. If you do not support such things,
or you are not of the age to read such material, or such events are
forbidden where you live-press the back button now and do not proceed to
read. If not, please continue and enjoy. It also contains unprotected sex
between two males, and I must remind you that it is a work of fiction and
it is always best to practice safe sex in real life, especially these
days. Be safe; use a condom. Feel free to contact me at
cutiealexb@yahoo.com. Feel free to add me to YIM if you'd like to chat with
me. I'm generally on at some point every night.

The Principal's Office c Alex Bennett, 2007

All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to a person in real life
is purely coincidental.

The Principal's Office
By Alex B

Chapter 2

Nick Montague was a very liked fellow. He had a group of very close
friends, and many acquaintances outside that group of friends. His parents
loved him, even though he was gay. His teachers and the faculty of Barker
High were also quite pleased with him-that is, all except one.

Mr. Liam Carlton was his sworn enemy-even more so than Kenneth Miller and
his entourage of babbling idiots. He'd always suspected the middle-aged man
of thirty-two had always had it out for him.  That had finally been brought
to the light when the Math teacher had sent him to the Principal's Office
and given him a Saturday detention-at ten o'clock no less, when every other
teen boy was still fast off in dream and fantasy land.  He guessed it was
because he'd made fun of the older man's first name, but he had only been
kidding-Liam wasn't really that bad. Okay, it wasn't a name you heard
everyday, but still, a person could get stuck with a worse name than
that. In any case, after that incident, Mr. Carlton would go out of his way
to catch Nick doing something wrong. He'd even once given him a detention
for breathing too loud. Then when Mr. Carlton had accidentally found out
that he was gay, the man had given him a very odd look that Nick couldn't
place. It wasn't one of detesting or interest, or even one of indifference
or acceptance. The school and all of its staff were generally accepting of
people who were gay, bisexual, or lesbian-even if they were so painfully
unaware of what people like Nick got up to, especially right under their
noses. It was, however, quite a pity that Mr. Carlton was such an ass. The
man was very sexy with sandy blond hair and oak brown eyes, and a very sexy
smile-not to mention a very nice build, and an air that said he was the
fucker no matter what the hell he fucked.

Nick sighed as he recalled the incident that had happened at least two
months ago; an incident that seemed like it had happened just
yesterday. Actually, he was quite surprised that it had been two months
since he had last sat in on a detention with the Trigonometry teacher. As
he entered the classroom, he kept his eyes to the ground and took his
seat. Surprised that the man hadn't spoken to him, he looked around the
classroom and was taken by surprise yet again to find it completely
deserted. He looked up at the clock hanging at the front of the class and
watched as one minute became two and two became five. Where the hell was
Mr. Carlton? The man had said ten o' clock sharp-Nick was sure of it. As
five minutes slowly became ten and then ten made way to twenty, Nick dozed
off, his head resting on folded arms flat against his desk. Before long,
the sixteen-year-old was sleeping soundly and his mind gave way to dreams
of sucking off the sexy principal. He didn't hear the door open and close,
or the flip of the lock switch. He did hear the sharp crack of a wooden
ruler on his desk right by his ear, and he nearly jumped out of his desk
from being startled. As his foggy-eyes and sleep-induced brain slowly
focused on the sleep intervention. He yelped from surprise, wondering why
Mr. Carlton of all people was in his bedroom, before he realized he was in
the math teacher's classroom and the man had finally arrived. Mr. Carlton's
face was impassive as the older man made his way to his desk, leaning
heavily against it as he watched his student. Nick, whose face had reddened
when he realized he'd fallen asleep during a detention, didn't like the
man's attention on him. It made him feel awkward and exposed, not to
mention his wood from the dream he'd just seen had yet to go down. Instead
of trading gazes with Mr. Carlton, he let his eyes rise to the wall clock
and he smiled as he saw that it was ten past eleven. His detention was well
over. Standing, he had made it half way across the room when Mr. Carlton
called out to him, humor dripping from his voice.

"And where do you think you are going, Nicholas?"

Nick stopped dead. He absolutely hated being called by the full version of
his first name. The fact that Mr. Carlton had the nerve to call him it when
he'd told all of his teachers at the beginning of school year that he
preferred Nick to Nicholas made Nick very pissed off. Turning to face the
man he couldn't stand one bit, he smiled sweetly and pointed at the clock.

"My detention is over, Mr. Carlton," he said as he resisted the urge to
slap that annoyingly cocky smile from the older man's lips. The older man
just smiled wider and Nick felt his hands clench into fists, his
fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his palm as he began to count in
his head.

"You leave when I say to leave," Mr. Carlton said, and Nick didn't miss the
ordering bite the statement had to it. But the math teacher hadn't
finished. "You do what I say, when I say to do it. You will follow out
every single order I give you, Nicholas. Do you understand?"

Nick could not believe his ears. The damned bastard had as much as said
that Nick was his bitch and that was all there was to it. He was seriously
beyond mad now, and he began to wonder if the consequences would be worth
it to knock out the man before him. Not to mention, the fact that his
erection had not gone down one bit and had actually grown in the span of
their conversation-well, it was just not helping the situation one bit the
way it strained in his boxers and jeans. Before he could make up his mind,
however, Mr. Carlton had crossed the distance between them and-taking his
arms into a powerful vice- like-grip-crushed his mouth hotly over his
younger student's mouth.

Nick became temporarily paralyzed as his nemesis's mouth covered his, but
as the other's skilled tongue sneaked its way into his mouth, he felt a
spark go straight to his nether regions. He regained control of his body
and kissed back eagerly. Who freaking cared if it was Mr. Carlton?
Mr. Carlton was a fucking hot kisser.

As they continued to tongue-kiss, Nick felt his arms begin to go numb and
vaguely wished the other man would release his arms. No doubt the other
figured if he let Nick go, Nick would run out and scream rape. He didn't
have to worry. Nick was far too horny now to go anywhere except down on his
teacher's cock.

Which is exactly what Mr. Liam Carlton had in mind for his least favorite
student.

Pulling away, he released one of Nick's arms and took a nice handful of
blonde hair, pulling at it until a gasp of pain escaped the younger male's
lips. He then moved his other hand to the boy's shoulder and pushed down
hard, forcing the other to his knees.

"You are going to suck me off, got it, slut?" he hissed, his brown eyes
cold.

Nick could only whimper in pain as Mr. Carlton shook his head with his hair
again. He also was surprised that this rough treatment from his sworn enemy
thoroughly turned him on to no end. He reached his hands up and winced
slightly at the soreness in his arms. He quickly undid Mr. Carlton's belt,
button, and zipper before gripping both the waistbands of his jeans and his
boxer briefs and pulling down until the fell of their own accord to pool
around his ankles. His attention was instantly caught by the sexy man's
very nice endowment. Eight long inches of very suckable cock stood erect
straight out from his nemesis's hairless groin, a nice purple-pink color
that easily gave away just how very aroused the man standing before him
was-as if the fact that the man was hard wasn't enough. Nick's tongue ran
across his lips as he allowed his hands to slide up Mr. Carlton's hairless
legs. He had guessed long ago that the man was a dedicated swimmer, and the
fact that he shaved his legs and his pubes confirmed it. Finally, he took
the glorious piece of meat into his right hand, stroking it slowly, as his
left hand began to massage the man's equally large nuts. A deep grunt
reached Nick's ears and he soon felt the tight grip on his hair decrease
for which he was extremely grateful-he'd been getting a headache.

Nick tilted his head back so that he could look up at the older man. The
man's face was alight with pleasure and his eyes were far less cold. As
their gazes locked, Nick stuck out his tongue, flicking it over the small
slit where a bit of precum had gathered. He then ran his tongue along the
underside of the man's shaft, following the large vein down and back
up. His hands pulled at and rolled the other's balls as Nick opened his
mouth and guided Mr. Carlton's dick into it. He slowly began to bob his
head up and down, his lips clamped tightly around the big cock. As his
tongue caressed the underside, his lips continuously massaged the ridges
that ran along his teacher's shaft. This continued on as Nick attempted to
take more and more of the man's cock in his mouth. As the hard knob hit the
back of his throat he gagged lightly but he'd gotten the entire cock into
his mouth, his nose pressing lightly against the older man's skin as he
swallowed hard. Holding it there for a good minute, he sucked on it eagerly
until he could no longer breath through his nose alone. He pulled away
until only the thick knob was in his mouth, open his mouth wider to take in
a good breath of air. However, his breather didn't last long as
Mr. Carlton's grip on his head firmed and soon the older man was forcing
his big meat in and out of his student's mouth. Nick, caught by surprise,
choked the first few times, but soon learned to close his mouth tightly
around the manhood and let the other's thrusting do the work his head had
been doing. He then hummed-- something his last sexual partner had showed
him felt real good to the person he was sucking. This was like a whip to a
horse, and soon Mr. Carlton's slow and shallow thrusts became frenzied and
deep. It was all Nick could do to keep from gagging as the knob continued
to hit his tonsils and the back of his throat. Mr. Carlton was soon
grunting and panting and without warning, he pulled Nick's head forward,
totally submerging his meat into his student's mouth as he came with a deep
moan.

Nick sputtered as the first jet of cum hit the back of his throat, causing
some to spill out of his mouth. He was ready for the next jet and as began
to suck hard on the member, swallowing every bit of cum that pooled from
Mr. Carlton's dick. Even afterward, he sucked until he was certain there
was no more and only then did he pool away. With a quick glance at his
teacher's face, he quickly lapped away at Mr.  Carlton's member, cleaning
every bit of cum he had spilled. His enemy's fingers ran through his blond
locks as the man watched his very cute student clean him up.

"Yes, clean my cock, cum-boy" he said admirably. "Would you like this big
dick sliding in and out of you? Pounding your tight little ass?"

Nick could only nod eagerly, pulling off the shiny, cum-free
manhood. Mr. Carlton took his dick in hand and slapped each side of Nick's
face with it before smirking.

"Clean off my desk, get your hot little ass undressed. You'd better be
bending over my desk and begging for my dick by the time I return," the
older man said as he pulled his pants and boxers up, packing away his
assets. He then crossed the room and left his classroom as Nick cleared off
the desk, placing papers and folders into the file drawers. He even put
away the pictures and pencil-holders certain that they wouldn't hold up to
the rough fuck he knew Mr. Carlton was going to give him. He then quickly
undressed; the fact that the door was quite unlocked and anyone could come
in and see him did not once registering in his very arousal-induced
brain. He folded up his clothes and set them in Mr. Carlton's chair before
bending over the desk, his cheek, chest and torso flat against the cold
surface of the desk, eyes fixated on the door.

After what felt like decades to the very horny teenager, Mr. Carlton
returned-a large bottle of lotion in his hand. He quickly flipped the lock
on the door and Nick was very grateful that the classrooms in this building
did not have windows in the doors like all the other buildings. Mr. Carlton
tested the door before turning and taking a moment to savor the beauty that
just laid itself out for him over his desk. His cock was already stone hard
again and he quickly made his way to his desk, setting the lotion down on
top of it. He then stepped behind the boy and knelt down.

Gripping his student's pert asscheeks with both hands he pushed outwards
and took in the sight of Nick's slightly bruised asshole. Taking a deep
breath of the musty scent, he ran his tongue in circles around the puckered
skin before sinking his tongue deep inside. Nick shivered and moaned,
completely new to this new sensation he knew to be called rimming but had
never experienced. Now that he had, he knew he could die happy. Mr. Carlton
lavished his lovehole for a few minutes before he pulled away and Nick
could hear him standing up. A hand reached his vision as it took the
lotion.

Mr. Carlton squeezed some lotion onto his middle and index fingers, rubbing
the hole before sticking both fingers in knuckle-deep. Nick's ass clenched
around them as he swore in pain. However, Mr.  Carlton didn't pause to
allow him comfort. He pulled them out and rammed them back in before
pulling them out again and this time plunging three fingers into him. Nick
swore again as he bit his lip. He knew that Mr. Carlton wasn't going to be
a gentle lover, and he could have very well left when the teacher had gone
for the lotion. And why hadn't he? Because the thought of being fucked hard
by Mr. Carlton was far too hot a fantasy to let pass.

The fingers were soon withdrawn and Nick felt an odd sense of emptiness. He
needn't have worried. Within the next minute, Mr. Carlton had his pants and
boxers down to mid-thigh and his large manhood lubed up and pressing
against his hole. Then, without any warning, he pushed in, Nick crying out
as he was stretched further. Up until that point, the biggest he'd taken up
his ass had been a seven. He bit back the tears, yelping as his teacher
continued to slid into him not pausing once until he was completely buried
within him.

"Oh fuck. damn you're so fucking tight you hot cock-whore. My dick feel so
damned snug in your hot little ass." He then surprised Nick by pressing his
lips against his bare shoulder before moving his mouth to his ear and
licking along the shell. A moment later, he straightened up, gripping both
sides of Nick's hips. Pulling out until only the tip of his swollen knob
was still inside, he then rammed his entire length into Nick again. This
motion continued as both Nick and Mr. Carlton were reduced to moans, pants,
and ragged breathing. Nick had barely noticed that his teacher's hand had
slid around his waist to grip his leaking cock and stroke it in time with
his thrusts.

Mr. Carlton then switched it up and began making short shallow thrusts into
his student, honing in on the bundle of pleasure nerves that soon had Nick
moaning and writing on the desk before him.

"Fuck! Oh! Oh! Faster, sir! God, fuck, faster!"

With a snicker, Mr. Carlton acquiesced and began to pound into his
prostate. The sounds that Nick had been rendered to were music to his ears
and sent sparks to his groin. Soon the tell-tale feeling was in the pit of
his stomach and he returned to the long hard thrusts he'd began with,
leaning over Nick to grip the edge of his desk as he began to plunge like a
jack-rabbit in and out of the boy beneath him. Nick, sensing the older man
was close began to push back and clench his muscles around the other. Soon
Mr.  Carlton bit softly into his shoulder, ramming his eight-inch piece of
meat deep into Nick's ass, bucking against him as he came steadily-jet
after jet of cum filling his student's hot ass. A moment later he felt the
cock in his hand swell and after giving it a few more strokes, Nick
released, the first jet coating the desk as the next spilled over the
teacher's hand. They just stood there for a moment or two in the after glow
of their orgasms before Mr. Carlton pulled out of Nick and stepped away,
opening a drawer and pulling out a handkerchief which he used to clean off
his hand before tossing it back into the desk. He the packed himself away
once again as he watched Nick dress, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Nick dressed quickly, not looking up at his teacher. He really had no idea
what to say to him. He still didn't like the man very much, but that had
been such a hot fuck that he thought he might as well as say thank you or
something. He was saved the trouble. Just as he'd finished dressing, his
teacher stepped before him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling
him close before clamping his mouth over the others, forcing his tongue
into Nick's mouth. Nick ran his tongue along his teacher's and moaned
softly into the kiss. Why did such an ass of a man have to be so damned
sexy and such a hot fucker? He highly doubted the other would want to do
something like this again.

"I hope you know, that you are far from being off the hook, Nick"
Mr. Carlton commented as he pulled away, stepping away to take a seat in
his chair. "Not even close. You and I will be spending a lot more time
together, most of it with our clothes off. And you will not utter a single
word of this to anyone. I must say, you are far cuter than people give you
credit for. Not to mention a fucking hot fuck. I want to nail that hot ass
all I can. Now, get out of here. And I'll see you next Saturday and every
Saturday after that until I'm through with you-which won't be any time
soon. I don't care what fucking excuses you give your friends and family,
but Saturday mornings at ten o'clock, your ass is mine. Got it, cum-slut?"

Nick was far too shocked to do anything but agree. On the long walk home he
couldn't help but relive what had taken place in that classroom, not to
mention his meeting with Tom the next day. By the time he got home, his
over-active imagination had him hard and needing attention. Telling his mom
he was going up for a quick nap before chores, he went up the stairs and
straight to his room. Locking his door and turning on some music, he
slipped out of his pants, boxers and shirt-lying nude on his bed. He then
began to slowly stroke his cock as his eyes closed, visions of his next
meetings with Tom and Mr. Carlton playing across his eyes. It wasn't long
before he was moaning his cock throbbing as he came, his cum coating his
stomach, hand, and groin. With a quick wash-up, he changed into a new pair
of boxers, jeans and a fresh tee shirt before lying down and taking a real
nap.