Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 00:24:54 -0600
From: Guy <guy.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Student Relations Part 2

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This is my first series on Nifty, in fact, my first attempt at erotic
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*****

"Right there with you Jake!" Shouted the coach as he hosed down Spencer's
tonsils. Volley after volley of cum spurted out of the head of this thick
cock. With the coach and principal screaming, my own stifled moans went
unnoticed. Hopefully the puddle of cum now dripping down the leg of the
desk and on the floor would also be unnoticed. I shoved the art supplies
away and slid my dick back into my tight underwear. As I was getting
ready to crawl out the door, the men were pulling their cocks out of
Spencer's abused holes. He rolled over onto his side, breathing rapidly.
Spencer had cum all over the discipline referrals, the pink sheets, on
Spearman's desk. He also had dried cum all over his face and stomach.
This was apparently not even the first round today. Shit, I thought. I
really envied being in his place. As I was crawling out the door, I heard
Spearman saying, "Fuck it, you little shit! I told you not to cum, and
what did you do? You came all over my fucking pink sheets. Now I'll have
to rewrite them. You'll report here again tomorrow at the same time." I
heard a loud smack and a yelp from Spencer as I crawled out the door.
I drove home plotting how I could use the evidence I now had to my
advantage. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.
That night, I stripped down to just my briefs to get ready for bed. I
always slept in just my underwear, or naked if my parents weren't home. I
had to jack off twice before I could get my cock down enough to go to
sleep. The scene in the principal's office had been just too fucking hot.
I was still holding my phone, scrolling through the pictures of the two
older men fucking the eighth grader, when I fell asleep.
My dad woke me up the next morning telling me that breakfast was ready.
He just shook his head when he saw me with my huge erection, the tip of
my dick sticking out from under the waistband of my underwear. "Looks
like you had some night," my dad said as I groggily tried to sit up.
I looked down and grimaced. I reached down and tucked my dick back into
my briefs. My dad walked back down to the kitchen and I stumbled into the
bathroom. There, I looked at myself in the bathroom, and couldn't help
staring at my erection. "Fuck, I'm hot," I mumbled to myself.
Self-confidence was one thing I certainly wasn't lacking. Especially
because I have an eight-inch long dick that's six inches around all the
way down to the head. No girls or boys I've ever fooled with could take
the whole thing, only a few of the older guys I'd screwed around with
could take my cock. I shoved my tight underwear down the my knees and
tried to piss. Shit, I thought to myself, it's so fucking hard to pee
when you've got such an intense case of morning wood. I couldn't get the
image of the fuckfest from yesterday out of my mind. I had dreamed about
it the whole night long, except in my dreams I had gotten in on the
action.
Finally, I willed my wood down far enough to piss, and I joined my dad in
the kitchen. My mom was still asleep. "So, are you almost done with the
saint?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "I've got at least another afternoon left. But, since
I've already spent all the required hours, I get to charge the teacher
now. She said she'll pay me another fifty bucks to finish!"
"No, you can't accept any money. This is your punishment for cheating on
that test. If you hadn't have cheated, you could've probably gotten a lot
more than $50. You're a good artist, and you could have earned a little
spending money, but I'm going to write her a note and tell her not to pay
you anything, unless you promise me you won't take it."
I just shook my head, finished my Sunriser (eggs, bacon, and cheese on a
biscuit, a real Southern classic), and headed back to my room to get
ready for school. My thoughts returned to my task at hand, not finishing
the painting, but what to do about my teachers. I slipped on my white
polo with the little SPS embroidered on the left breast. I couldn't help
but sneer. "Saint Paul's School" I swore under my breath. Then, I started
to slip on my white and black hound's-tooth check pants, but because they
were so tight, it was difficult to zip them up over my bulge.
Finally, I was ready to go to school, and I dashed out the door. Late, as
always, I floored my old beat-up pick-up truck, but that still didn't get
me to school on time. I pulled into the senior-only parking lot, getting
a space between a brand new Land Cruiser and perhaps a year or so old
'vette. Damnit, I hated my classmates and their money. My parents were
spending my savings to send me to school instead of getting me a nice
car. I had to drive this piece of shit to school and park between all the
fine ass cars. I was walking into the building when Mr. Spearman called
my name across the parking lot. "Guy! Hold up!"
I turned around, not recognizing the voice at first. If my dick had
subsided any, it was now immediately hard again. The bulge was shown
obscenely under my pants, but I made no attempt to cover it up, just to
see what Mr. Spearman might do. At first he didn't even look away from my
face, he just yelled at me for driving into the parking lot too fast.
"You could have run over one of the kids, you dumbass. What were you
thinking?"
I looked up into the thirty-something's face, and decided now was as good
as any to be a smartass instead. "Oh, well, I was thinking about you, Mr.
Spearman." I smiled as innocently as possible.
He shook his head and looked down for just a moment. That's when he saw
it and paused, only for a split second, but it was there. Then, almost as
if he had never caught a breath raised his eyes back and stared at me
again. He slapped me on the shoulder with his big, bear-like paw, rough
from lifting so much weight. "I'm not going to take this shit. You're
going to have to go see Mr. Price for insubordination!" His face was
turning red; he didn't take someone confronting him very well, especially
a problem student like me. I pondered telling him I'd rather come see him
that afternoon, after all the janitors were gone like Spence had, but I
just nodded my head.
"Sure when do you want me to go?"
"Yanno what? Just because you seem so uninterested, I think I'll take you
myself, and right now too. We'll see how smart you are with your own
principal."
"Oh, but I'll be late to first block, Mr. Spearman!" I said sincerely. It
was art, the only class I actually cared about. In fact, it was the only
thing I was good at. I had won several of the local art competitions with
both paintings, sculptures, and even digital art. If I did end up going
to college, it would be to an art school. Some schools had even sent me a
letter saying I could be eligible for a full scholarship if I would
submit my portfolio, but my parents weren't keen on it. They said art
school would be a waste of their money and my time. If I was going to
college, it would be a real college and a real major. Assholes.
Spearman just grabbed my arm and marched me into the building, carrying
me in tow. I was certainly no march for his bulky frame or even his long
gait, so I had to kind of hustle after him, my backpack still hanging off
my left shoulder. After a minute or two of this embarrassment, several of
my friends snickering as they watched me be literally drug towards the
principal's office. Inside, we had to wait for a minute or two. I put my
hands in my pockets and felt my phone. Again, my blood rushed to my dick.
Fuck! Now was not the time. I was going to have to do a lot of
sweet-talking to get out of this, and with all the blood running through
my dick, it was hard to think clearly. It must be one of the downfalls of
having a big penis. Scratch that, make it the only downfall.
I watched the minute hand slide around the clock over his door. The
blinds were pulled shut, so I couldn't see into this principal's office.
Mr. Price liked to intimidate students sitting in his office by making
them wait for sometimes up to half an hour before he called them in. It
was a pretty good tactic and often worked, even on me. I can't say that
Mr. Price scared me so much as he just demanded my respect and awe. He
was the only person at the school that I didn't constantly bullshit. Mr.
Price was as tall as Coach Walker or as built as Mr. Spearman, but he was
the most rugged and intense man I had ever seen. It was rumored that he
had once been some high-up in the Marines, and that's where he got it
from. I swear, one look from that man would shut me up. I don't know why,
but I couldn't disobey that barrel-chested stud.
Finally, I heard the buzz on the secretary's desk. Having come in enough
to know what that meant, I was standing and walking towards the door even
before the secretary told me that I could come in. Mr. Spearman followed
me inside.
"What's the problem, Mr. Spearman?"
"Well, sir," it seemed like even Mr. Spearman was slightly hesitant in
front of Bill Price. He really did run the show here. "Guy was being
directly and purposely insubordinate to me just a few minutes ago. He
wheeled into the parking lot at thirty and could've easily run over one
of the children. Not only that, but when I confronted him about it, he
made every attempt to be rude. I think it's time that he get the special
punishment, sir."
Mr. Price leaned forward in his large padded chair, putting his elbows on
the desk. He peered at me, looking me up and down (thankfully, my
erection had finally gone away. The only thing that remained was a little
wet spot on my pants where Mr. Spearman had got me leaking, but that was
mostly dried up now). "I think you're right, Mr. Spearman." He pulled a
discipline referral from a drawer I hadn't realized was open and began
filling it out. He scribbled down on the punishment line, report to this
office at 5:30 this afternoon. I gasped when I read it, finally having
connected what Spearman had meant to Price. Oh shit! This was going to be
something. I was about to get fucked by the hottest man in school and the
most domineering man I had ever seen! "Dismissed."
I turned and walked out, but I noticed Mr. Spearman remained to discuss
my punishment with Mr. Price. Oh wow. I wanted to be fucked, but I wanted
it on my terms, not theirs. I wasn't up for being raped. My mind was
spinning as I tried to figure out how I could turn the tables. I walked
into the bathroom on the way back to class. I had basically missed all of
my art class, so I was just going to chill in here, maybe jack off, and
go and wait for my next class. I ducked around the corner of the bathroom
door and headed towards the stalls, dropping my backpack just inside. I
picked the stall farthest from the door so I could have some privacy at
least. This bathroom was slightly out of the way, not used by many of the
students because there were no classes around here. It was mostly for
guests, I suppose, because the faculty and staff restrooms were down the
hall.
Once I closed the door, I quickly dropped my pants and started rubbing my
cock through my tight boxer-briefs. They were skin-tight and made of a
lycra/spandex-like material. I wore them because I just loved how they
made my cock look in my pants. I brushed my fingertips over the wet spot.
I then brought the fingers up to my mouth and sucked the sweet juice off
them. Slowly, in the sexiest strip tease I could manage in the cramped
style, I pulled down my underwear. Now my shirt was pulled back over my
head so I could play with my nipples, and my pants and underwear were
down around my ankles. My dick pulsed, happy to be released. I ran my
fingers from my thick bush up the thick, veiny shaft. I continued to
trace around my shaft until I got to my bright purple mushroom head. More
pre-cum had formed and glistened from my piss slit. I pulled it to my
mouth also, enjoying the sweet and salty flavor.
I stopped suddenly when I heard a sound coming from the stall next to me.
I had been so into my own cock and balls that I didn't notice it. It
sounded like a slapping sound, wet slick flesh slipping through a fist.
It seemed like someone else had my idea and beaten me to it. I sat down
quietly on the toilet, because apparently the person hadn't noticed my
entrance either. What fucking luck, I thought, as I looked at the wall
and noticed a small hole. Fucking private prep school has holes in the
stalls so you can see through. It wasn't big enough to be a glory hole,
but it was big enough so I could see the face of a young blond leaning
back on the john enjoying stroking his cock.
"Fuck!" I swore under my breath. It was Spencer from yesterday afternoon!
I quickly jumped up, and opened my stall. I walked next door to his and
began pounding on the door. "I know you're in here you little shit, open
the door. I can hear you." I shouted at him, making my voice sound as
much like Mr. Spearman as I could. Not that I was very successful, or
that it even mattered, but after a moment of clothing rustling, the door
unlatched. I pushed my way in and shoved the fourteen year, now standing
back on the toilet. I hadn't bothered to put on my clothes, though Spence
had pulled up his pants and slipped his shirt on and pulled up his pants.
His belt was still loose. My cock hung out from my pubic bush, and my
balls churned in their hairy sack. I'm certainly not as hairy or manly as
Coach Walker, but I guess I'm what you could call a young bear. I'm
hairier than most of classmates, and I made blond-haired, blue-eyed
Spencer look like a fucking baby.
"What do you want man, what's going on?" He stammered, but I could see
his cock was till hard in his shorts.
"We both want the same thing," I said, moving closer, "my cock." I
grabbed his long stringy hair and pulled him towards my dick as I thrust
my hips forward. He surprised me when he didn't resist. He surprised me
even more when he moaned and allowed my cock to slide down his throat.
"Fuck! I moaned. You must have had a lot of fucking practice. Do you like
my big dick?" I tried to talk dirty to him, but I wasn't as good as the
two men that fucked him yesterday. I hadn't had as much experience.
Normally, I was the one getting screamed and cussed at. Shit, I thought,
the kid doesn't even have a gag reflex.
Spencer moaned around my dick, his throat fluttering around my dick. It
felt so amazing. It also felt amazing being in control of someone else
like this. My dick was pulsing in his throat, the blood rushing around,
and my nerves firing like crazy. Spencer was using his tongue to lave the
underside and head of my knob as I thrust slowly in and out of his sweet
little mouth. I almost lost it when he opened his eyes and looked up at
me with such lust in his eyes.
I slid my dick out of his mouth, and his mouth remained open, eyes
closed, waiting to get the hot boycock back. I looked down, he had gotten
his little five-incher out and was stroking away. I moved closer and let
my balls fall into his mouth. He responded equally well to this
suggestion and proceeded to play with both my balls, rolling them around
in his expert mouth.
Damnit, it wasn't going to take me long to cum. I pulled my balls out of
his mouth as they started to rise up in my sack. I knew I was about to
cum. I shoved my cock back into his mouth, and he was able to take almost
all of it. "Shit, your mouth is so fucking hot. Do you like my huge,
senior dick? Want to make me happy? You think you're a big dog in eighth
grade, but how does it feel to be sucking off the real big dog on
campus?" He moaned again, jerking off his dick even faster. It seemed
like he really got off on the dirty talk. What a fucking pervert, and
he's only fourteen! My kind of fucking fourteen year old, I thought.
My toes started to curl up, my calves flexed as I stood up on my tiptoes,
leaning forward over him. I used one arm to prop against the wall, and
the other to twist my nipples. I arched my back and yet a series of loud
moans as my cock started to spasm in an intense orgasm. I shot one huge
load straight down his throat and then I pulled out, letting the rest
fire into his throat. It must have been six or seven loads total. As I
pulled out, I rubbed the rest of my cum in little strips around his face,
and I wiped my dick clean in his hair. I looked down and noticed he had
cum all over his shirt. "Shit, that was fucking amazing. You've got quite
a little hoover there," I said as I patted his cheek roughly.
The bell rang, and I turned slowly, leaning down to shove my ass in his
face. I gathered up my pants and pulled them up, and walked out of his
stall. I slipped my shirt back over my head, and sloppily tucked it back
in. Then, I headed off to my next class, computer.
I had come to a decision, while face-fucking Spencer, on what I wanted to
do about Mr. Spearman and my conference this afternoon. I pulled out my
phone on the way and e-mailed the pictures to myself. Once I got in
class, without opening the pics, I attached them, and forwarded a few of
them to Mr. Spearman from a rather cryptic e-mail address. I knew he
wouldn't know who it was. The message attached said, "Drop whatever
you're doing this afternoon and meet me at Pine Hill Park, or these
pictures are going public." I forwarded the message to Coach Walker,
except I changed the meeting time to an hour later. Park Hill was known
for all of the sex that happened on the trails and in the bathrooms. I
wasn't exactly sure what I would do once they got there, but it was
enough to keep me hard the rest of the day while I went through the rest
of my classes.