Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 12:41:13 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Teacher, My Pet

My Teacher, My Pet


He was a little on the skinny side but looked to be in pretty good shape
for someone who doesn't work out.  But boy was he good looking.  Really
amazing.  His features were so perfect that you'd have to use the word
beautiful instead of handsome.  Maybe a glint of femininity because of
those absolutely perfect features but there was no doubt he was all man.
He was probably twenty-five or so, and older than the kids I'm usually
interested in, but he still looked like a kid.  Hell, he didn't look any
older than me and I'm only sixteen.  I simply thought he was gorgeous.


I just pulled my dick out and let it hang out of my pants.  Yeah, I did.  I
just pulled it out.  It was only about half hard, but my dick is pretty
damn spectacular, even half hard.  I went on taking the test and let it
hang there as he walked up and down the aisles.


There was nothing spontaneous here because I'd been thinking about this and
considering it for weeks, and I was just waiting for the right moment.  I
mean, having this gorgeous man, my math teacher, looking at my enormous
prick was just the hottest and most daring thing I'd ever considered doing.
But he turned me on so much that I just couldn't control it.


I'd probably get tossed out of school for this, but maybe not since coach
Bryan would protect me.  He definitely couldn't do without his star
receiver.  But getting expelled or not, I had to show Mr.  Jameson what I
had to offer.  From the lack of a bulge in his pants I assumed he was
dinky, so I was particularly anxious to show him what a really big one was
like, and I had myself pretty much convinced that he was going to like it.


They say a sixteen year old has hormones that go through the roof and that
was definitely true for me, and sitting in math class every day and wanting
Mr. Jameson so bad was sheer torture for me.  Watching him writing on the
board with that beautiful butt wiggling around would drive me into a sweat
and force my ten inch dick out to probably eleven inches.



Don't ask me why I had to have him so bad, because I don't know, but I had
imagined banging my piece in his face a thousand times and knew exactly
what his lips would feel like as he sucked me off.  Alright so I was crazy.
Crazy horny that is.  Crazy horny for Mr. Jameson.


And today was the right day to do it because I hadn't had any all day
yesterday nor this morning and I was super horny.  And Mr. Jameson was
wearing that gray dress shirt and matching blue and grey tie which made him
look so gorgeous.  So, yeah, I pulled my dick out.


As he headed down my aisle the damn thing started to grow.  I mean, after
dreaming about letting him see it for weeks, and now the excitement of
actually making the move and being super horny to begin with, it was making
my heart beat fast, my forehead begin to sweat, and giving my big dong fits
as it grew out to its' full ten inches.


I probably outweighed Mr. Jameson by fifty pounds or more and had him by
about six inches in height.  Hell, I'd done bench presses using guys at the
gym who were bigger than him.  And let me tell you, I'm a stud.  A rakishly
good looking sixteen year old with 210 pounds of rock hard gym built
muscle.  And I didn't mind showing it, wearing nothing but skin tight
t-shirts and snug hip-hugging jeans all the time.  And it didn't hurt that
I was the star receiver on the football team.


Did I say I was a stud?  Of the seventeen girls in my math class,
Mr. Jameson's class, I'd fucked seven of them, two of them as virgins, and
gotten blow jobs from four others.  It was a fun game I played, a contest
with myself to see how many I could get to service my prick.  So, I was
working on the others and figured I'd have most if not all by the end of
the semester.


And the boys.  Of the twelve boys in the class, I'd fucked three of them,
all three of them virgins, and gotten blow jobs from four others.  In fact
the boys were just about as easy to get as the girls, because I'm so big
and intimidating that they are in awe of me to begin with, and they all
know I'm the best wrestler on the school wrestling team, so there ain't
nobody I can't take down and control.  And, since I'm a star football
player and very popular around school, they are many times just thrilled
that I'm even talking to them.  Then, after a little persuasion and perhaps
a little slapping around to put them in the right frame of mind, they'll
pretty much do whatever I the hell I want them to do.  And besides, most
boys are infatuated by a really big dick and I've got the biggest one
around.


 Most of the girls were willing fucks and all but two of the boys were as
well, but it didn't make a hell of a lot of difference to me.  I mean, if
I'm really determined and make the effort to get somebody alone with me,
I'm damn well going to fuck them, whether they're willing or not.


Now, as far as the kids in all my other classes are concerned, especially
PE; well I'd definitely had my share.  My fourth period was in the school
weight room and I had my pick of twenty-two starting body builders.  There
ain't nothing quite like dominating and fucking a young kid with some
muscle on his body.  And I can tell you, my prick gets a whole lot of
action from my classmates; before, during, and after school.


I make it a point of remembering the names of all the kids I fuck and I
give them a smile occasionally, reminding them of their adventure with my
prick.  I tell each one of them that it is a secret just between me and
them, and that they were the best sex I'd ever had.  That makes them feel
special and they really eat it up, and keep hoping that I'll give them a
second go around.


But a teacher.  I'd never had a teacher.  Well, except for the guy who
picked me up at the airport and I fucked in the bathroom back when I was
thirteen.  He said he was a teacher anyway.


So, Mr. Jameson is coming down the aisle and I'm so excited that I'm only
on question four on the test, and I know I'm not going to be able to finish
it before the bell.


Lawrence is in the seat next to me, in the back row, so he's the only one
besides Mr. Jameson can see me and he's been watching.  Hell, he watches me
get a hard on every time Mr. Jameson shows me his butt.  He gives me a
smile, hoping that I'll smile back and give him some attention.  Yeah, he's
had this prick half way down his throat, and I know he wants it again, but
right now I only have eyes for Mr.  Jameson.  It's Mr. Jameson's throat
that I want to stick my prick into.


And then he's standing next to my desk, looking down at my paper.  Maybe
he's looking down at my paper but I doubt it.  I give my prick a shot so it
bobs up and then back down and there ain't no way that he can't see it.


And he just walks away.  Yes.  Jesus Christ, yes.  He just walks away.


He doesn't know what to do.  He's so embarrassed and intimidated that he's
at a loss.  I glance up quickly and I think he's blushing.  Hell yes he is.
I can see his neck turning red, and he's clearly avoiding looking in my
direction.  He's mist definitely looking the other way.


I grab my cock and give it a hard squeeze and I know I've got to stop or
I'm gonna shoot.  But Mr.  Jameson; I'll bet he couldn't believe that
anyone had a wanger this big, and I'll bet he's not only intimidated but
he's impressed as well.  But, one way or another, I think I've got him.  If
he lets me get away with showing him my prick he's surely going to let me
get away with almost anything.  Hell, I'm pretty sure I've got him on the
end of my hook and all I have to do is reel him in.


I checked him out carefully when he got back to the front of the room, and
I swear to god; I'll swear it on a hundred bibles, he had a boner.  I'm
sure he has a dinky dick because nothing ever shows, but something was
showing now.  There was most definitely a bulge showing down there.  Shit.
I not only intimidated him but I turned him on.  No question he was ripe
for the picking.


I always believe there's no time like the present, so I skipped football
practice after school and headEd for Mr. Jameson's room.  Coach Bryan is
going to be totally pissed but I'm his star receiver so I know I can get
away with it.  Besides, when there's prick action on the horizon,
everything else, including football, is definitely secondary, particularly
since it's been thirty-six hours since I've had any action.


Mr. Jameson is obviously correcting today's test papers when I walk into
the room since I see a stack of them on his desk.  He glances up and then
does a double take, actually snapping his head back in disbelief.



"Good afternoon, Mr. Jameson" I say, giving him a big smile.  "How ya
doin?"


"Ahhh... ahhh..." he stutters.  He's obviously tongue tied, and he's also
terrified.


"I'm JD.  You know.  From your third period.  I sit there in the back.
Over there" I say pointing to the back row.  Of course I'm just playing
with him.  He damn well knows who I am and knows where I sit, and he also
knows what my prick looks like.  "I wanted to talk to you about today's
test."


I step over to the desk, push the papers aside, and sit on it, facing him,
with my leg touching his arm.


"Ahhh... JD...  Ahhh..."  He's still stuttering and at a loss of what to do
about my aggressiveness.


"I was preoccupied today" I say as I put my hand in my crotch and give it a
good squeeze "and didn't get finished with the test.  I wonder if maybe I
could finish it now, after school?"


"Ahhh... JD.  Ahhh...  Don't...  I mean...  You can't...  Ahhh...  Please,
JD."  I was pretty sure I had him already, but when he said please, that
just confirmed it.  He was mine.  I got up from the desk, walked over to
the door and flipped the lock and closed the shutters.


"It's kind of hot in here, Mr. Jameson" I said as I crossed my arms,
grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off.  I flexed my arms and
shoulders and performed a double bicep pose, giving him a show of my
massive seventeen inch arms as I dropped the shirt.  "I'm always hot when
I'm in your room, Mr. Jameson" I said giving him another of those
devastating smiles.  I walked back over and sat on his desk again and
grabbed my crotch.


"You like big dicks, Mr. Jameson?  Hum?"  I asked sweetly.


"JD.  Please.  Don't do this" he said pulling his arm away from my leg and
standing up.


"Don't do what, Mr. Jameson?" I asked as I put my hand on his shoulder and
easily pushed him back into the chair.  "What did you have in mind that I
shouldn't do?"


"JD.  Stop.  Right now.  Stop it."  He tried to say it sternly but his
voice was so shaky that it barely came out as a squeak.  Keeping one hand
on his shoulder, I unzipped my pants with the other.  When he tried to look
away I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at my crotch as I pulled out
my dick.


"It ain't hot and hard like it was in class today, Mr.  Jameson, but I bet
we can do something about that" I said and couldn't help but giggle.  I
hate it when I giggle, because I sound like a girl, but I was so excited
and having so much fun that I couldn't help it.  "This is a nice one, isn't
it, Mr. Jameson?"


Believe it or not, I was still completely soft, but as I stroked it a
couple times, it started to grow.


Sometimes I'm subtle and sometimes I'm not.  Right now I just slid off the
desk, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled his face into my crotch.


"Stop" he cried out and he brought his hands up to try to push me away.
"Stop it, JD.  Stop it."  It only took me a few seconds to get his hands
behind him and hold them with one hand, as I grabbed his hair again and
dragged his face back and forth over my dick.


Remember my telling you how beautiful he was?  Well, looking down at him
with my growing dick in his face was fabulous, just like I'd always
imagined.  Fuckin fabulous and it only took a couple seconds for my dick to
get fully hard.


"Oh man, Mr. Jameson.  You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do
this.  My dick in your face.  Shit yeah."  I usually make my tricks grovel
and plead for a while to get me hard, but I was already as hard as I was
going to get.  I just wanted to get my dick in his mouth.


But now he started to scream, so I had to put my hand over his mouth to
stop him.  I mean, these classrooms aren't soundproofed, and I didn't want
the whole school in here.  I tugged him off the chair onto the floor and
put my knee in his back.  Grabbing my tea shirt I stuffed a good portion of
it in his mouth.


Then I reached under his neck and undid his tie, pulling it off.  "You're
the only teacher in the school that wears a tie, Mr. Jameson, and I like
that.  I like a guy that wears a tie.  And sometimes, sometimes, like right
now, it really comes in handy."  Pulling his arms behind his back, I tied
them together at the wrists with his tie.  Then I removed his belt and
tightened it snuggly around his neck, making it like a slave collar with a
lead.  One of the things that really turns me on is having a trick wearing
a collar and on a leash, like a little doggie.  Pulling on the belt, I
pulled him to his knees.


"Now I want you to be good, Mr. Jameson" I said with a smile as I bent down
and gave him a kiss on the nose.  "I'm going to take my tea shirt out of
your mouth, but I don't want you to yell.  If you do, I'm going to hurt you
and we don't want that.  We really don't want that."  I bent down again and
kissed his nose once more and then took it in my fingers and wiggled his
head back and forth playfully.  "No," I said giving him a big grin.  "You
don't want me to hurt you."


Mr. Jameson's face was bright red, his eyes were bugged out, and his
forehead was covered with sweat.  As I pulled my tea shirt out of his mouth
I bent down and gave him a long drawn out kiss on the lips, forcing him to
duel with my tongue.  "Mmmm yeah.  That's it" I swooned.


I suppose I'm a bi-sexual since I have no clear preference between men and
women, but I'm most definitely a dominant and I expect my tricks to be
completely submissive.  I don't lick cunt and I don't suck cock since it's
my own prick that's going to get all the attention, and I make my tricks
give it a whole lot of attention.  Sometimes it's more fun dominating a guy
than a girl because the butch looking ones have this macho image of
themselves, and can't picture themselves on their knees before me.  I get
my kicks by knocking them around and forcing them to take my dick.  You can
call it rape if you want, but from my experience I've found that once they
get a taste of my power and my dick, they usually can't wait to get some
more.


I stepped over Mr. Jameson and sat in his chair and pulled him into my
crotch.  "Kiss it Mr.  Jameson.  Kiss JD's beautiful cock."  He was trying
to pull his head back from my crotch, so I grabbed his hair with one hand
and gave him a good healthy slap with the other.


"Yeeeaaaoooh" he cried.
 What a wimp.  I barely touched him.  But sometimes I just don't know my
own strength and I have to be careful not to overdue my rough-housing.  I
mean, I didn't want to leave any marks on him.


"I told you very nicely to kiss my cock, Mr. Jameson" I said sweetly.  "My
cock's never been kissed by a teacher before, and is looking forward to it.
So don't make him angry.  Kiss it."  As he looked up into my eyes I gave
him a big grin and mouthed the words `suck me'.  Then I puckered up and
threw him a kiss.  "Kiss it, Mr. Jameson.  Kiss your boy's dick."


I told you I was totally intimidating and probably outweighed him by fifty
pounds, and since he wasn't totally stupid, he kissed my dick.


"Oh yeah, man" I groaned.  "Oh shit, yeah.  I've been waiting for this for
months.  Do it some more, babe.  Kiss it some more."  I threw my head back
and flexed my biceps as he kissed my dick a couple more times.


"Don't stop, babe" I said.  "Keep kissing.  You're doing great."  Now I had
to look down and watch him as he kissed up and down my ten inch prick.
Watching this teacher, my very handsome math teacher, kissing my dick was
totally awesome.  Watching him doing it was every bit as good as feeling
him doing it.


"Way to go man" I groaned.  "Now get your tongue out and start licking.
Lick that big pecker and make your boy feel good."


"JD, please" he spoke for the first time in several minutes as he looked up
at me with tears in his eyes.  "Please stop, JD.  Please" he pleaded.


"No way, man" I said, grinning down at him.  "No way.  I gotta tell you,
Mr. Jameson, you are the most gorgeous teacher I've ever seen and I've been
dreaming about you on my prick for months so there ain't no way I'm
stopping now."  I wiped the tears off his cheeks with a finger and bent
down and gave him another long kiss.  "Mmmmm" I murmured.  "Okay, now lick
my dick like I told you" I said as I ended the kiss.


So he started licking up and down my dick.


Oh, man.  Being totally in command.  Putting this gorgeous creature on his
knees worshiping my prick was about to blow the top of my head off.  "Oh
shit, Mr. Jameson.  That's it.  That's it.  Worship your boy's big prick."


I flexed my big biceps again and leaned to the side and kissed one of them.
The power.  The incredible power of dominating this beautiful man, my
teacher, a mature adult and making him lick my prick.  I was so hot I was
about ready to shoot my load already.


Then I felt a shutter shoot through my prick and realized that I was there;
the point of no return; I was about to cum.  Jerking Mr. Jameson's head
back by the hair, I started jerking my piece like mad.


"Oh shit, yeah.  Yeah.  Yeeeaaah" I howled as I started shooting.  I missed
Mr. Jameson with my first shot which went clear over his head, but I got
him on the cheek with the second and in his left eye with my third.  "Oh
fuck yeah" I howled again as I continued shooting a super load of cum all
over him and watching the look of shock on his face.


"Oh man, oh man" I sighed as I finally finished cuming and left my prick
dripping.  Mr. Jameson had his eyes tightly closed since I'd got cum in one
of them, but he hadn't said a word, but looking at his face covered with my
cum was absolutely delightful.  "Jesus, that was good" I said as I used my
thumb to wipe my cum out of his eye.  "You turn me on like nobody's
business.  Seeing my big prick in your beautiful face drives me absolutely
bonkers.'


Still holding his hair, I aimed my dripping prick and pushed it between his
lips.  "Lick it for me Mr.  Jameson.  Lick that cum off your boy's prick.
Oh yeah."  He dutifully licked the end of my cock as I pushed an inch or
two into his mouth.  "Now suck on it, hon.  Get a feel of it in your mouth.
Go ahead.  Suck it."  He closed his lips around it and sucked on it; just
the tip.  "That's it, hon.  That's it.  Next time around I'll let you
really suck it."


"JD ..." he started to say as he pulled his mouth off my prick.


"Shhhh" I said softly putting my finger to my lips.  "Shhhh.  You know
there's going to be a next time, honey.  You gotta know that."


"JD, please.  We ..."  He started to say and I shushed him again.


"Shhhh, honey.  Shhh."  Standing up and pulling him to his feet, I lifted
him up in my arms and sat back down again with him on my lap.  I told you
he was a skinny little guy.  He probably weighed about 140 and was maybe
5'7" while I weighed in at 210 and was just over 6'1", so he was just a
plaything in my arms.


Putting one hand on the back of his head, I pulled him into a kiss.  A long
drawn out spit exchanging kiss.  And get this: he gradually began to react
and kiss back.  Barely noticeable but it felt like he was getting with it;
he definitely wasn't fighting back.


"You don't mind if I call you honey, do you Mr. Jameson?" I asked sweetly
as I looked into his eyes.  "I mean, you're such a little guy and you're so
beautiful that it just feels right to call you honey."  He didn't answer
immediately so I went back to the kiss.  He definitely started returning
the kiss now so we went at it for a good ten minutes or so.  Very slow
French kissing as I petted his hair over and over aNdebele held him there
on my lap.


Then I licked up some of my cum from his cheek and pushed it into hIs
mouth.  "Swallow it, hon.  Swallow you're boy's cum."  Without comment he
licked the cum off my tongue and swallowed it.  We continued this for five
minutes or so, me lapping up my cum and feeding it to him, and him
swallowing it.


"I'll be your boy and you'll be my honey" I whispered in his ear.  "How
does that sound?"


"Aaak" he made a sound and then cleared his throat.  There was a long pause
before I heard him speak, but I clearly heard him say: "yes, JD."  Then he
put an arm around my neck and leaned in again to continue kissing.


There were just soft kissing sounds in the room for the next ten or fifteen
minutes.