Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2003 11:58:23 EDT
From: BByard@aol.com
Subject: CHEM. PARTNER BULLY  part 2

CHEM. PARTNER BULLY--Part 2 (Auth/ t-t/ hs/ oral-anal)

   THIS IS AN ADULT FANTASY FOR ADULTS ONLY!!!

   by Chris Andy

   Creeping to school the next morning, I was hoping Alan and Corey were
home sick, but I saw them in the hall by my locker.

   "Hey, bitchboy," Alan said.  I didn't even jack off this morning, cause
I know you'd take care of it for me at lunch!  Can't wait to feel your lips
wrapped around my big peter!"

   Corey joined in smirking and rubbing his crotch, "Yeh, Joey, me, too!"

    The kids around us looked at me curiously and chuckled, not knowing for
sure what the two football studs meant.  Monica, my hot date for this
weekend's SALIVA concert stared at me as if she was trying to 'place my
face.  She giggled and said, "I gotta talk to you about this weekend, Joey.
See ya in English?"

   "Yeh, sure, Monica," I said, dejectedly, realizing she was aware of my
'new ' status.

   Both Alan and Corey laughed uproariously and strutted away.

   Slamming the door of my locker shut, I shouted "Shit!"  and headed to
chemistry class and my seat beside my lab partner, Alan.  I was startled to
see Mr. Beyers, a frail and very old substitute teacher.

   "Is Mr. Beeler sick?"  I asked.

   "I don't know, Joey.  They called me early this morning and didn't say."
Mr. Beyers answered.

   He had been subbing at Warwick for four years and knew us all by name.
We also knew him--he always sat at the teacher's desk, reading, in the
front of the room..  He gave us seatwork and didn't much care what we
did--as long as we were quiet.

   'Oh, fuck,' I thought.  'Alan can say or do anything he wants to me!'

   Strolling into class, Alan looked at Mr. Beyers and then to me,
smirking.

   "Sub, today, huh, Joey?"  he said, sitting and re-arranging his package.

   Mr. Beyers wrote our assignment on the board, passed out worksheets and
sat down behind the teacher's desk.

   Pencilling in answers on the worksheet, I made myself busy, but my eyes
slid over to Alan's crotch.  'Fuck, man--I am a fagboy!'  He was measuring
his cock and comparing the length to his pencil's length, like he did
yesterday.  The cock still won!  I couldn't help myself and I licked my
lips.  'Man,' I thought, 'I wanna suck it again--I hope lunch period comes
fast!'

   Alan leaned over and whipered in my ear, "Go tell Beyers that you and I
got a project to finish.  Ask him if we can go back to the lab stations and
work on it."

   "But, he won't....., " I protested.

   "Sure he will.  You're a fuckin' brain--he'll let us," Alan whispered.

   "But.....," I said.

   "Go on, cocksucker," he whispered, rubbing his swollen peter through his
jeans, "I got your breakfast here!"

   I asked Mr. Beyers if Alan and I could go in the back to our lab station
and work on a project.  He said, yes, but cautioned us to keep our
conversation to a whisper.

   "C'mon, Alan," I said, heading to the labs which were at the far end of
the room.  Following behind me, Alan said," Pussyboys, like you, need to
call Real Men, like me, 'Sir'.

   "Yes Sir," I answered.

   We stood behind the lab station, out of view of the other students
(unless they turned clear around in their chairs!)  and Alan said," Get on
your knees, cocksucker!"

   I was nervous about getting caught by Mr. Beyers, but my dick was hard
as granite.  "Yessir," I said.

  "Take my cock outta my pants," Alan sneered.

   "Yessir!"  I answered, unbuttoning his 501s and fishing out his hard
slab of meat.

   "Lick it, boy!"  he said.

   I stuck my tongue out and licked the pearly white drop of pre-cum off
the fuckstick I had come to treasure!

   "That's it, fag," he grunted.  "Lick the head.  Get me off!"

   I took the head in my mouth, tonguing his piss- slit and lapping up the
jism that dripped.

   "Ah, fuck, yes, cocksucker," he said.  "I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a
pussy."

   And he did.  Grabbing my head and longdicking my mouth and throat, he
slammed his cuntstretcher down my gullet, causing me to panic.  I couldn't
breathe.  I slapped him on the legs and raised my eyes, pleading with him.
He gave me a big smile!

   He knew!  He knew I couldn't breathe and loved the torment he was
putting me through!

   Finally, he pulled back and I gasped for air, but he slammed back in.

   "Move your vocal cords, like you're talking.  That fuckin' tickles my
dickhead.  That's why we call you cocksuckers hummers!"

   I did as he instructed and he moaned.  Pulling out; he slammed his prick
back in--and out--and in.

   "I'm gonna cum, bitch."  Alan whispered.  "Swallow my babymakers--don't
fuckin' get any one my Levis!"

   His cock swelled and fired 5-6-7 shots, filling my mouth with his sweet
cum.  I swallowed every drop.  I loved the salty-sweet taste of his
boycream!

   "Clean off my dick, faggot!"  he said.

   I licked his tubesteak clean, lapping up cum like a kitten laps up milk.

   He put his shrinking powertool back in his pants, buttoned up and strode
back to his seat.

  I cleaned up as best I could and walked back to sit beside him at our
table.

   Alan looked at me with disgust.  "Get the RR pass, homo.  Go wash your
face.  You got cum all over it!"

   I hurried to the RR.  Several kids snickered at me on the way there, but
the washroom was empty.  I rinsed my face but couldn't scrub it--no
soap--no paper towels.

   Bt the time I got back to the chem room, the class was leaving.  Alan
punched my arm saying, " My house at lunch, faggot!"

   Algebra and English classes passed slowly.  Monica broke our date for
the weekend, feigning a problem with her parents.  I knew it was because
she had heard I was a fag!  Gossip travels fast at our school.

   At 12 noon the bell rang for lunch and I sped to Alan's house.  Nobody
was home, so I sat on the front steps and waited.

   I thought, 'What have you gotten yourself into, man?  Everybody's gonna
know you're a homo.  This is a small town.  Shit!  I'm gonna hafta move
after graduation.'

   "Hey, cocksucker.  You ready for a hot lunch?"  Alan hollered.  Bill
Sherrer was with him--All-State Tackle: What a hunk!  My eyes flew to
Bill's bulging pouch.  Alan and Bill started laughing their asses off.

   "You must want Billy's cock wicked bad, queerboy.  Yeh--you can't get
enough cock, can ya, bitch?"  Alan laughed.  "We got plenty for ya, but we
only got 45 minutes.  We can't be late--or nore fuckin' detention!  Get
upstairs to my room and on your knees."

   I took the stairs two at a time.  Both studs chuckled.  They both
stripped off everything and told me to get naked, too.

   "You ain't never bitched the boy out?"  Bill asked Alan.

   "Nah, man," Alan replied.  "I only use his cocksucking mouth.  But
you're welcome to take him, if you want!"

   "Hey, Joey," Bill said, "You ever been fucked?"

   "Well, yeh," I said.  "Chick I went with from Proctorville....."

   Alan slapped my face, hard.  "You call him Sir, homo!"

   "No, man," Bill said.  "I mean--have YOU ever been fucked up the ass?"

   "Uh, no, Sir," I said.  "But I don't wanna be......"

   "Shut up, cunt!"  Bill said "Put your face on the bed and your ass in
the air!"

   "Hey, Bill," Alan asked, "You need some lube?"

   "Nah, " Bill answered.  "I like takin' it dry.  He'll never forget his
'first time!"  Hahahaha!  Both studs laughed.

    I felt Bill stick a finger up my chute.  Then another.  Scared and in
pain, I squirmed and tried to get away.  But the big football tackle put
his long, muscular arm around my neck in a wrestling hold, pulled me back
and impaled me on his cockhead! Screaming and struggling, I fought to
escape, but Bill whispered in my ear, " I fuckin' love it when you scream,
cunt.  I love hearin' ya and feelin' ya try to pull off my big
cuntstretcher.  You're gonna be my pussyboy, Joey.  So relax and enjoy it.
It's gonna hurt for a little bit--but, soon, you'll fuckin' beg me to fuck
ya again!"

   "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"  I screamed.

   "AH, FUCK, IT HURTS, MAN.  TAKE IT OUTTA ME!"

   "Stick your underwear in his mouth, Alan.  Fucker's screamin' like a
stuck pig!"  Bill said, smashing a couple more inches up my chute.

   "People'll think we're havin' a fuckin' tornado," Alan laughed.  He was
obviously turned on watching his stud buddy nail me He got on the floor and
rubbed his hard, leaking pecker across my lips.

   "Wait a couple of minutes, bud."  Bill said.  "I wanna give this twat a
fucking he'll never forget."

   "I can wait, bro.  The bitch got me off this mornin' in chem class,"
alan said.  "But we gotta be back to school in 30 minutes, dude."

   "It won't take long to get this fuckin' homo off," Bill said, pounding
his fuckstick to the hilt.  It hurt so much and I squirmed and moaned,
unable to scream with Alan's briefs stuck in my mouth.

   "Listen, cunt!"  Bill whispered.  "Keep wigglin' that hot ass of yours!
Makes for a better pussy ride!  EEEEHAAW!  Gonna break ya, Joey.  Gonna
ride your ass long and hard.  You ain't never gonna forget your first
fuck."

   I moaned.

   Whispering in my ear, Bill continued, "MMMMMMM--you're my fuckin'
buckin' horsey.  Ride my cock, fag boy!"

   It's then I started noticing the absence of pain.  I guessed I was numb.
All in my effort and Bill's stud body slamming against my ass and back had
given me a huge, cun-dripping erection.  I felt his pubes against my
bunghole.  I felt his tight abs and pecs laying on my back.  He was rubbing
my nipples with his manhands.  His cock was---Not Hurting!  It felt
fantastic.  It was giving me chills!  I felt his cock buried deep inside
me--filling me up.  He was touching something inside me that made my balls
tingle.  I never felt so good--I thought I was gonna pass out!  I moaned
with pleasure.

   Suddenly Bill pulled out.

   "O.K., pussyboy," he said.  "Turn over and lie on your back on the
mattress."

   I did as he ordered, but he must have seen the look of disappointment on
my face.  I was already missing his cock!  He laughed uproariously.

   "Yeh, Joey--I made ya my bitch--my pussyboy.  From now on you'll be
beggin' me to fuck ya.  You'll see me at school and your eyes'll fly to my
crotch.  You'll wish I'd take ya right then! Want me to fuck ya--no matter
who's watchin'!"

   Alan laughed so hard he fell off the chair and lay on the floor holding
his stomach.

   "Yeh, cunt," Bill said.  "When Al and me are done with ya--you'll need a
big cock inside ya--24/7!"

   "Yep, Joey," Alan said.  "Your pussy'll feel empty without a peter in
it!"

   "It sure will, Al," Bill said.  "I touched his sweet spot!  All them
faggot's got one!"

   "Look at him--shovin' his ass up to meet ya.  Hopin' you'll touch it
again!"  Alan said.

   "That's right, faggot," Bill said.  "You oughtta see your pussy
stretched out and kinda suckin'---wishin' and tryin' to swallow another fat
cock! Once a Real Man has touched your spot with his prick, a good pussy
like you will beg for another cock to touch it again!  You'll be lookin' at
all the guys' crotches at school, wonderin' how big his pecker is and how
it'd feel lodged deep in your cunt--poundin' your brains out!."

   Yeh, bitch," Alan added, "You'll want a cock hittin' that spot over and
over and over till you shoot your fag wad all over the place!"

   "Look at me, pussy!"  Bill said.  "I wanna watch your face while I fuck
ya hard!"

   He slid his peter back inside me, causing me to wail and moan as he
pumped his tool in and out.  He was pumping faster as he talked.  And I
knew they were right!  I'd fuckin' do ANYTHING to feel a cock fucking me
again.

   As he fucked me hard, I shot, covering his abs with my wad.  He moaned
and shouted,''Fuck--I'm coming!"

   He climbed off and said, "Your turn, Al!"