Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 02:50:02 EDT
From: daddy2maggie@aol.com
Subject: St. Nicholas House for Teenaged Boys - IV

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St. Nicholas House for Teenaged Boys - IV

This story includes vivid descriptions of homosexual activity.  If you are
under the age of 18, you do not wish to read such material, or are offended
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Chad had been called to the dean's office.

"Please sit down, Mr. Day," Dean Cooper offered.

"Thank you, sir," Chad responded, respectfully, looking at this 50-ish,
tall, slender, salt and pepper-haired man.

"I wish I had better news for you," the dean continued.

Chad's face blanched, as his bubble butt hit the seat of the chair.

"What's the matter," Chad stuttered.

"It seems we have a small problem with your credits," the dean advised.
"To get your degree in education, you must have 'fundamentals of elementary
mathematics', and we have no record of you ever taking that course."

"Well, Dean Cooper," Chad said, defensively, "I assure you I took that
course during the spring semester of my sophomore year.  There must be some
mix-up.  Can we call Dr. Augsberg and clear this up?"

"My secretary already put a call in to him," the dean informed, "and he
says he has no record of you taking his course.  Now, unless you can give
me some credible evidence to the contrary, I am afraid you will have to
take the course again."

"But Dean Cooper," Chad pleaded, "if I have to take that course again, I
won't graduate on time."

Chad was up a creek.  He sold his textbook to a student who took the same
course the next semester, and he had no idea where all his materials from
the math class were.

"You must give me credible proof that you passed that course before this
week is over, son," Dean Cooper told him.  "I am sorry for the
inconvenience."

Chad walked to the door like a zombie and went home.  Once there, he went
to the kitchen and told Daddy Johnny his sad story.  Johnny sat Chad down
at the kitchen table, and gave him a little plate with two chocolate chip
cookies on it, and a tall glass of cold milk.  Although he was 23, Chad
liked the way Daddy Johnny treated him special on occasion.

"Well, honey," Johnny said, matter-of-factly, "when he gets home, we'll get
Daddy Zach to go to the attic and find the boxes with your school stuff.
There must be proof up there somewhere.  I never throw away anything I
think you boys might need down the road."

Hearing that made Chad feel a little better.  That, and the cookies and
milk.  Next, the 14-18 year-olds returned from tutoring, entering through
the kitchen door.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Daddy Johnny exclaimed, "you're inside now.  Shhh."

"Chad!" Noah said, enthusiastically.

Chad pulled his chair out and greeted his little friend with a big hug and
a baby kiss on the lips.  Noah automatically sat down on Chad's knee.
Seeing half a cookie sitting in front of Chad, Noah reached for it.
Grabbing Noah's hand, as he attempted to snatch the morsel, Chad said, in
his best policeman-through-a-megaphone voice, "Drop the cookie and put your
hands up!"

"There are cookies for everyone," Daddy Johnny announced.  "Billy, would
you please get some glasses from the cupboard, and David, would you please
get the milk from the refrigerator?"

"Yes, Daddy," the two roommates chimed in unison.

Billy, as you might remember, was the young man who received a spanking
from Daddy Zach.  David, his roommate, was blond, but a darker blond than
his roommate.  At this time, David had a military haircut, which the other
boys told him looked geeky.  He and Billy were very similar in looks and
style.  They were a good pairing.

The boys feasted on cookies and milk, scattered around the kitchen, some
sitting with Chad and Noah at the table, some leaning over the counters.

"Whoa," Daddy Zach sounded, entering the kitchen, "what's all this?"

"Daddy Johnny made us chocolate chip cookies," Chad informed him, with a
big grin.

Patting Chad on the shoulder, Zach teased, "Aren't you a little old for
cookies and milk?"

"Does one get too old," Chad philosophized, "for cookies and milk?"

Stealing a cookie right out of Noah's hand, and taking a taste, Zach
answered, "I guess not."

Before Noah could whine, Zach grabbed another cookie from the tray and
replaced the one he had stolen from him.

"Thank you," Noah said, snappily.

"I'll have hugs now," Zach instructed, holding his arms out.

First was Billy, who was closest.

Still feeling slightly guilty over the spanking incident, Zach squeezed the
young boy, and whispered, "I love you, Billy," then kissed him on the top
of his head.

Billy squeezed right back, and replied, "I love you, too, Daddy."

Daddy Zach hugged and kissed all his boys, as was customary when he got
home each day.

Noah stood up, and Chad patted him on the bum, pushing him toward Daddy
Zach.  Noah jumped right up onto Zach and wrapped his arms and legs around
him.

"My, you are the athletic one, aren't you?" Zach winked, clutching his
youngest boy and kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay, boys," Johnny signaled, clapping his hands three times, "dishes in
the dishwasher, then hit the homework."

The boys grumbled, per usual, but did as they were instructed.  They filed
out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedrooms.

Noah kissed Zach, then hopped down and ran to join his relatively new
friends.

"Noah seems to be adjusting very well," Zach commented.

"I think we can thank Chad for that," Johnny admitted.

"He's a sweet kid," Chad nodded.  "I'm really glad he's fitting in.  I see
a lot of me in him."

"I was thinking that," Johnny agreed.  "You were 14, and little, just like
him.  Not to mention dirty and scared to death, when you arrived."

"Don't remind me," Chad shuddered.

"Listen, sweetie," Johnny said to Zach, "Chad has a problem."

Chad explained his dilemma to Zach, who immediately grabbed Chad by the
hand and escorted him to the attic.  They found Chad's boxes, but were
unable to come up with any tangible evidence that would save Chad from
taking that course again, and throwing his life off by a semester.

"I don't have room in my schedule to take that course in the spring,
Daddy," Chad cried.  "I've worked so hard to get through this curriculum in
four years.  I'm supposed to graduate in May.  I should be teaching next
September."

Wrapping his strong, hairy arms around Chad, Zach assured him, "We both
know you took that course and passed it, son, and we'll get to the bottom
of this."

The week passed, and Chad came up with nothing.  Tail between his legs,
Chad stood before the dean to announce his grim news.

"We've turned the house upside-down," Chad said, softly, "and we can't find
a thing that supports my having taken that class, sir.  But I swear to you,
I did take it and I did pass it."

"Well, Mr. Day," the dean responded, standing from his chair, and walking
around his desk, "perhaps there is something we can do to, say, work things
out."

The dean was now standing face to face with Chad.  Grabbing Chad's hand, he
gently laid it on his own bulge.

Impressive as it felt to Chad's touch, Chad yanked his hand away, turned,
and walked toward the door.

"I want to earn my degree with my brain, Dean Cooper," Chad told him,
proudly.  With that, Chad made a dramatic exit, and returned home.

"Daddy," Chad said to Johnny, "do you think Officer Tommy could help?"

"Gee, honey," Johnny replied, compassionately, "I'm not sure.  It sounds to
me like you need to go to the president of the college.  But I can see if
Tommy can come over and talk to you.  He may have some insight."

Later that evening, Chad was in his room, when Officer Tommy knocked on his
door.

"Evening, Chad," Tommy said, warmly.

Standing to greet the now off-duty officer, Chad responded, "Evening,
Officer Tommy."

"Tommy, please, Chad," the officer requested.  "You're what now? 23?"

"Yup," Chad acknowledged.

"Hard to believe," Tommy reminisced.  "How long have you been here?"

"Nine years," Chad informed him.  "Would you like to sit down?  Sorry all I
have is this dinky desk chair."

"Not to worry, Chad," Tommy told him, "I can sit right here on the bed.
You take the chair."

They sat down and began their chat.

"Gee, buddy," Tommy said, skeptically, "Johnny is probably right, you
should take this to the president of the college."

"But it just seems to me that this was sexual harassment," Chad said,
insistently.  "Isn't that against the law?"

"Well, yes, Chad," Tommy agreed, "it is.  But I think in this case, there
is a certain chain of command that needs to be followed.  Perhaps you could
show me exactly what it is that guy did to you."

"Okay," Chad nodded.  "Why don't you stand up?  You be me, and I'll be him.
I stood in front of his desk and told him I couldn't find any proof that I
took the math course, and he got up from his chair and walked up to me just
like this."

"He got this close to you?" Tommy wanted to know.

"Right," Chad confirmed.  "Then he told me maybe we could work something
out.  Just as I was about to ask him what I could do to work it out," Chad
continued, grabbing Tommy's hand, "he took my hand like this, and placed it
on his crotch, just like this."

Chad demonstrated how Cooper had placed Chad's hand on his zipper area.
Tommy felt Chad's considerable package, then pulled his hand away.

"You say the dean took your hand like this," Tommy inquired, bringing
Chad's hand to his bulge, "and placed it right here on your private area?"

"That's right," Chad affirmed, giving Tommy's cock and balls a slight
squeeze through his uniform pants.

"Well," Tommy mumbled, enjoying the way Chad's hand was feeling, "it
certainly sounds like harassment to me."

Chad sunk to his knees and pressed his face against Tommy's hidden family
jewels.  Tommy placed his hands on the back of Chad's head, releasing an
audible moan.  Chad then unzipped the officer's pants and slid his hand
inside, to discover that Tommy, too, wore white cotton briefs.  Lowering
the waistband, Chad pulled Tommy's cock out, which slapped Chad on the
cheek.  The scent was wonderful.  So manly, so musky.  Chad devoured
Tommy's penis in one gulp.  It took only seconds before Tommy was totally
erect, at 8 thick, Italian inches, and started pumping Chad's warm mouth.
While he was sucking, Chad unzipped his own pants, lowered the waistband of
his briefs, and pulled his peter out.  He stroked himself and blew the
officer in syncopated rhythm.

"Oh God, kid," Tommy moaned, "My brother used to suck me when we were kids,
but I've never had another guy on my cock before, I swear.  It feels so
fuckin' great!"

Looking up at the handsome policeman with spit and precum drooling from his
mouth, "I'm honored to be the first adult cocksucker to pleasure you,
Officer Tommy."

"Suck on it, boy!" Tommy teased, thrusting in and out, as though his cock
were buried deep in his wife's pussy.  "This is unbelievable."

Tommy whipped off his holster belt and flung it on the bed, then unsnapped
his pants.  Chad yanked them right to the floor, and Tommy stepped out of
them, exposing his beautiful, hairy legs.  With one more tug, Chad stripped
Tommy of his underwear, and pushed the officer onto the bed, legs spread.

"God, yes," Tommy hissed, as Chad sucked on Tommy's left testicle.  Chad
alternated from one nut to the other, then raised his furry ball bag and
licked underneath it, sending the officer into spasms.  Sensing Tommy liked
this, Chad pushed Tommy's legs into the air and darted his tongue right
into the officer's hairy hole.  Chad loved a hairy butt, and he certainly
had one with Officer Tommy.  After munching Tommy's bum for about five
minutes, Chad stood, dropped his pants, and then resumed his place on his
knees, between the officer's hairy legs.  Chad gave Tommy the blowjob of a
lifetime.  Just as Chad sensed that Tommy was about to cream, Chad pulled
off Tommy's cock, frustrating the poor straight man.  But Chad had saved
the best for last.

"Fuck me, Officer Tommy," Chad begged, looking the handsome Italian man in
the eyes.

"What?" Tommy retorted, panicked.

"Fuck me," Chad insisted, "IN THEE ASS."

"I don't know, son," Tommy resisted.

"Look at that dripping cock, Tommy," Chad pointed out, panting, "it belongs
in a pussy, doesn't it?"

Tommy nodded in agreement.

"Well," Chad continued, "my ass is tighter than any pussy you'll ever know.
Now fuck it!"

Chad reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of KY.  He
squeezed some onto his right hand, and applied it to Tommy's still rock
hard cock, making the policeman quiver with excitement.  He then handed the
tube to the officer and instructed him to lube up his asshole.

"You'll have to grease it up," Chad told him.

"How?"  Tommy stammered.

"Haven't you had a prostate test done at the doctor?" Chad quizzed, bending
over and grabbing his ankles, "Do that!"

The officer now knew just what to do.  Squeezing some jelly onto his
fingers, Tommy smeared it around Chad's little pink pucker, then slid a
finger in.

"Ouch!" Chad yelped.

"Sorry," Tommy said, apologetically.

"Don't worry," Chad told him, "Just go easy."

Tommy fingered Chad's hole until Chad felt he could take Tommy's Italian
pepperoni.

"I think I'm ready, officer," Chad announced, climbing up onto the bed.  He
straddled Tommy, and lowered his beautiful, creamy butt down so Tommy's
cockhead was pressing against his but entrance.  Chad grit his teeth, as he
sunk down onto that massive cock.

"Oh, fuck," Tommy shouted.

"So incredible," Chad chimed.

Chad began to ride Tommy like the pro he was.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.." Chad grunted.

"Yeah, buddy," Tommy encouraged, "ride my cock."

They fucked for at least 20 minutes in various positions, Chad giving Tommy
a stellar lesson in man-fucking.

With Chad lying in front of Tommy, both on their sides, and Tommy deep
inside Chad, Tommy moaned, "I'm really close."

"Pull out," Chad insisted, "I want to be on my back when we cum."

The two horny men adjusted their position, and Tommy slid easily back into
Chad's hungry hole.  Chad rode that cock like a crazy man, Tommy sweating
all over his young friend.

"It's really close, Chad," Tommy panted.  "Should I pull out?"

"No way, Officer Tommy," Chad groaned, wrapping his legs around his hairy
friend.  "Cum right in my ass."

Tommy's pace quickened, and before long, he was creaming Chad's butt.

"Oh, fuck!" Tommy screeched, squirting rope after rope of warm cream into
Chad's butt.  Chad, in turn, began oozing gobs of cum onto himself, barely
touching his slender, 8-inch erection.

"Oh, my God," Chad heaved, "that was incredible."

Sliding out of Chad, Tommy lay down next to him on the twin bed.  The two
stared at the ceiling and breathed heavily.

"Two hours ago," Tommy confessed, "I would never have believed I could do
something like this."

"You're not upset, are you?" Chad asked, in a concerned tone.

"Not if you're not," Tommy chuckled.

"Well, just promise me," Chad joked, "that you'll go home and teach your
wife how it's really supposed to be done."

They shared a laugh, and then the officer rose from the bed, naked from the
waist down.

"You won't tell Johnny, will you?" Tommy wondered.

"He'd kill both of us," Chad concurred.

"Incidentally," Tommy added, "would you do this with that dean if it were
the only way to get your class credit?"

Chad just looked at Tommy, knowing that could very well be what he would
have to do.