Date: Fri, 29 May 2009 14:30:59 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Teaching Mike (gay\authortarian m/M...)

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                    Teaching Mike
                         By
                        Wolf

	My parents were getting a divorce when I was
14-years old.  I was a freshman in high school.  I
didn't take it well.  I was not sleeping well.  I felt like
it was my fault.  I thought that if had been a better
child they would not have argued.  The fact that my
father had knocked up some young cocktail waitress
meant nothing to me.

	I did not have close friends and did not feel
comfortable telling anyone what was going on at
home.  My father had moved out of the house and
there was talk about having to sell the house.  I
didn't know if I would even be living in the same area
in a short time.  We might have to move in with my
mother's parents.  That would defiantly mean I
would have to change schools.

	I had been home schooled by my mother until
the subject of divorce came up.  She had to find a
job so I was enrolled in the local public high school.
There was no dress code at the school, so when the
weather was hot we dressed very casually.

	At first I was unaware of what was going on
between my parents.  It was a new adventure being
able to go to public school.  I started off doing well
in school.  When I finally became aware of the rift
between my parents I became upset and my school
work suffered.

	One Friday afternoon as the class was coming
to an end my teacher asked me to remain after
school to talk to him about what was bothering me
because my grades were falling behind.  When the
bell rang the other students gathered up their
belongings and made a hasty retreat.  Most of them
were looking forward to the Friday night football
game.

	That was Mr. McFadden's last class for the
day.  My home was within walking distance of school
so staying after school, so staying after school was
no problem.  We sat down in a couple of student
desks next to each other and he asked me, "Mike, is
there something wrong?  Your grades have suddenly
shown a marked down turn."

	I could not bring myself to tell him that my
parents were getting a divorce.  I tried to avoid
answering the question.  I gave him a lame excuse
that no one would believe.  I figured our
conversation was over and got up to leave.  Big
mistake, I must have pissed Mr. McFadden off.

	He came out of the desk and grabbed me by
the arm.  His face looked like he hated me and could
kill me.  He spun me around as he used his free arm
to sweep everything on top of his desk.  He grabbed
my wrist and pulled my arm up behind my back, as he
forced me to prostrate myself across the front of
his desk.  He took hold of my other wrist and
brought it behind my back and over lapped my wrists
so that he could grab both wrists with one hand.

	I was completely at his mercy.  He leaned over
me and whispered in my ear, "I have wanted to do
this to me since the first day of school!"  He used
his free hand to rip my baggy shorts down along with
my underwear.  The next thing felt was his hand
unbuckling his belt and sound hear was the zipper on
his pants being pulled down.

	I turned my head as much as I could and
watched his white thigh become visible as his pants
fell to his ankles.  I only got a quick glimpse of his
boner and brown pubic hair, before he leaned back
over my back and whispered, "You need to spread
your legs!"

	I started crying while whimpering, "Please don't
do this to me!"

	Mr. McFadden practically spit in my ear as he
said in an angry voice, "Spread your fucking legs!"

	I tried to stand up.  He put his full weight
against my back while still grasping my wrists so
tightly that he was shutting off the blood flowing to
my hands.  This time when he leaned over me I felt
the head of his cock seeking out the opening of my
asshole.  As it spread my hole I started crying
uncontrollably.  My sobs echoed off the walls of the
classroom.

	Mr. McFadden told me, "Go ahead and cry.
The more you cry the better.  There is no one
around to hear you."

	I suddenly lost control and started blubbering
like a baby.  I felt ashamed of myself.  The blood to
my arms was shut off.  I don't know which hurt the
most, the throbbing in my arms or grip of his hand
grasping my arms.  Any thought about the pain in my
arms was quickly forgotten when the head of his
cock forced its way into my asshole.  He fucked me
fast and hard.  The pain was mind numbing.  I don't
know how long it took but eventually he rammed his
cock deep into my ass and stopped moving.  He
leaned over my body and whispered in my ear, "You're
the best piece of ass I have had for a long time."

	When he pulled his cock out of my ass I felt
something trickling out of my ass.  I thought it my
own blood.  When he allowed me to straighten up I
saw that there was white goo dripping onto my
underwear.  I realized that it was his cum leaking
out of my hole.

	Mr. McFadden wiped his dick on my ass before
he stuffed it back in his pants.  He allowed me to
pull up my underwear and shorts.  While I was
gathering up my book bag he cautioned me, "Don't
tell anyone what I did to you boy!"

	I waddled home and drew a hot bath to ease
the throbbing in my butt.  I had the whole weekend
to think about what had happened.  I figured that I
deserved the pain for breaking up my parent's
marriage.

	I never said anything to anyone about what
happened.  When I returned to school on Monday I
felt like everything had changed.  I wondered if
everyone could tell that I had been fucked.  I also
wondered how many other guys had been fucked too.
When I entered Mr. McFadden's class I was a
nervous wreck, there was nothing about the way he
acted that indicated that anything had happened.  I
made sure my homework was properly done to insure
that I would not be called upon to stay after class
again.  Weeks later he even commented in class how
pleased he was that my grades were back up.

	I had managed to place the rape in the back of
my mind.  I had returned to doing the things I
normally did.  One of the things I enjoyed doing was
logging three or four miles on the school's football
stadium's track in the evening.  Football season was
over and track season was still a couple of months
off.  There were relatively few people using the
track in the early evenings.  A few of the track team
used it to keep in shape year round.

	One late evening I finished logging four miles,
16 laps, around the track.  The lights were not on at
night when the school was not using the field.  The
bleachers were typical frame construction of steel
with aluminum planks for walking and sitting on.
There was women and men's bathroom under the
bleachers.  They did not have doors on them,
allowing community residents to use them year
round.

	I had left my jacket and a towel on one of the
bleacher benches while I was working out.  When I
finished I stopped at the bleachers to dry off and
put on a jacket before walking home.  I walked
around the end of the bleachers with my mind
wondering so much that I had not even noticed that
everyone else using the track had left long ago.  As I
rounded the frame of the bleachers I was
confronted by Mr. McFadden.  I was stunned when
he grabbed me and pulled me under the bleachers.
He forced me to follow him through the framework
to a place he felt comfortable that we would not be
seen by any passerby.  He unzipped the front of his
pants and pulled out that limber dick of his and
jerked off enough to make it hard.  He forced me to
my knees and slapped my face with his cock several
times before stuffing his cock in my mouth.  He
hissed, "Don you dare bite my dick boy!"

	He grasped me by that back of my head and
fucked my mouth until he squirted his cum in my
mouth.  He made me swallow his cum before he
pulled his cock out of my mouth.  He was about to
stuff his cock back into his pants when I grabbed
him by the backs of his legs and pulled him back so
that I could lick his cock and balls.

	He commented, "You like cock don't you?"

	In response to his question I swallowed his limp
cock and rimmed the knob with my tongue.  I sucked
on his cock until he got another hard-on.  I sucked
his cock until he climaxed again.  This time there was
not very much of the white cum, but I savored every
drop.  He had to push me away so that he could put
his cock back in his pants.  He left me sitting on a
cross member savoring the taste of cum in my
mouth.

	After that night I stayed after school on my
own and volunteered to get under Mr. McFadden's
desk to suck his cock for him.  That was not enough
for me.  I found out where the gay Bars were and
would hang out around the parking lot looking for
men that would pick me up.  I would even allow them
to fuck my ass for allowing me to suck their cocks.
I found out which public restrooms were known to be
frequented by perverts that like young tail.

	One evening I had been hanging out near the
urinals until a man showed me his cock and asked me
if I wanted to give him a blowjob.  I knelt in front of
him and was busy sucking his cock when three more
men came in.  Their response upon seeing he sucking
cock was to pull me to my feet and pull my pants
down.  The alpha man spit on my asshole.  I knew
what was coming and relaxed my sphincter.  He
stuffed his cock in my ass and held onto my hips
while he fucked my ass.  The other two men stood on
either side of me with their cocks out so that I
could give them hand-jobs.  I got to suck all of their
cock and even cleaned their dick with my mouth
after they fucked my ass.

	One night I ran into a little old gray haired man
outside a notorious bay bar.  He was kind of chubby.
I reminded me of a beardless Santa Claus.  When I
asked him if he wanted a blow-job he beamed.  I
followed him to his little old Mini Copper.  As soon as
he had the car in high gear he reached for my
crotch.  He was very gentle handling my dick.  When
we arrived at his little old house he parked the car in
the driveway.  The house must have been built in the
nineteen-twenties.  The old wooden siding was in
need of weather treatment.  The plants around the
building were so old the trunks were thick and lifting
the ground.  The bushes almost hid the stained glass
windows and front door.  The furniture inside was
old and worn thin.  The Persian carpet showed heavy
foot traffic wear.

	The man leg me straight to his bedroom.  The
bedroom furniture was made with birds-eye
laminate.  Some of the laminate was starting to peel
off.  The bedspread was old too.  Everything about
the house told me that this old man had lived in this
house all of his life.

	He sat on the bed and pulled ne between his
legs and started undressing me.  I felt like a little
boy being undressed by my grandfather.  When I
was naked he turned me around so that he could
admire my smooth skin.  When my back was towards
him I bent over at the waist and spread my butt so
that he could see my asshole.  He let out a moan and
licked my asshole.  I had never had a man tongue
fuck my ass before.  I was very pleased with the
man's efforts.  While he was sucking my ass he
reached between my legs and milked my dick.  My
scrotum was resting on his wrist as he jacked me
off.  I squirted a load of cum on the hook rug on the
floor.

	The old man stood up and lovingly placed me on
top of his bed spread.  I watched him remove his
clothes.  There was hardly any body hair on him.  His
flabby chest looked like an old woman's tits resting
on his pot belly.  His thick thighs almost hid his sex
organ.  The pubic hair was gray too.  The balls were
large and looked about the size of a softball.  The
head of his cock peeked out of the balls.  As he
climbed on top of the bed I reached for his cock.

	He was circumcised but the shaft was hidden
by his fat body until the skin covered almost his
entire knob.  As I wrapped my hand around his cock
I forced the fat layer back until I was able to grasp
the entire shaft of his cock.  I pulled him towards
me so that he straddled my chest.  I licked his balls
while clinging to his cock.  He was very sweet the
way he leaned over my head without placing any of
his weight on my head.  I sucked his cock until he
climaxed.  I had to see what his cum looked like.  I
let him withdraw before he was finished squirting so
that he could squirt some on my face.  His cum was
thick and for some reason it was kind of yellowish.
Later he put a pinch of chewing tobacco inside his
cheek.  That may have been what discolored his cum.

	I assured him that I could spend all night with
him.  He was thrilled at the prospect of having he
spend the night.  He assumed the submissive position
on all fours so that I could fuck him.  What a thrill
it was to cling to his fat butt and ram my dick into
his ass.  When I came in his ass and pulled out, cum
dripped out of his ass.  He reached between his legs
to wipe his ass.  He savored the cum on his fingers.

	When he was ready I lay on my back and placed
my heels on his shoulder as he moved close enough to
stick his short chubby dick in my ass.  By that time I
had been fucked so many times that I was able to
take his cock comfortably.  He was such a
sweetheart he wanted to cuddle with me all night.  I
was the one that was more interested in the smell of
his crotch.  I turned around as we lay on our sides so
that I could rest my head on his thigh so that I
could smell his crotch.  I sucked him off at least
three times that night.

	In the morning he fed me and insisted on
driving me home.  He gave me a card with his
address and phone number on it.  I knew that I
would visit him many more times.



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