Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 02:42:59 -0400
From: Michael DaVinci <mdavinci@socialfarts.com>
Subject: Unexpected Nightmare part 3

Slowly in the babble that followed I came to. I could hear clicking sounds,
and realized that several students were taking pictures with cell phones. A
sudden flash revealed one of my tormentors with a digital camera, recording
my condition in megapixels. Then suddenly the crowd closed in front of me,
hiding me from view. I heard a teacher's voice complaining that everyone
should be in his or her classroom by now. Then the clop-clop of her shoes as
she trotted icily down the hall towards her next engagement. The crowd
thinned. Three or four people winked at me as they turned and left. No one
offered to help.

As the hall cleared, the goons stepped forward again. "Good boy," taunted
the leader, "you know how to follow instructions. You looked like you were
enjoying yourself."

I shot as much hate at him as I could muster with my eyes. I summoned enough
nerve for a quiet "Go fuck yourself!"

He cuffed me and scowled. Then he pulled a water bottle from his backpack
and pressed it to my lips. "Drink, asshole!" he growled. One of his henchmen
grabbed my head and forced my mouth open.

The ringleader began pouring the water down my throat, and ordered "Swallow,
prick!"  I complied, since I was also pretty thirsty by now. It didn't dawn
on me until after that I had set myself up for the next embarrassment.

"Quick, we're outta here!" whispered one of my tormentors, and the group
suddenly dispersed, leaving me alone again in the quiet hallway, tears still
staining my face and lines of cum still dribbling down my chest and stomach.
My dick was still hard, though sticking straight out rather than up, and
dripping the last drops of cum onto my right leg.

"Aw shit," I thought to myself, wondering if the ordeal would ever end.

The first ten minutes went slowly. I could hear the sounds of the custodian
shuffling along with his broom around the corner, farther down the hall.
Somewhere near the cafeteria I could hear a vacuum whining. The world went
on, oblivious of my plight. I wondered what the rest of the students thought
at this point – the word must be spreading like wildfire. If I wasn't
rescued before next bell would there be more onlookers than before?

To my left a door clicked, and I heard quiet footsteps approaching from
behind the fire doors into the next wing. A face peered around the
doorframe, looking both ways to check for others. I recognized him as the
guy who had stared into my eyes while he jacked my dick.

He smiled and approached me. "I can't cut you down, because they promised to
kill me, but I did want you to know you are not forgotten. I'm Greg."

"It's nice to know someone noticed," I replied.

"First let me clean you up a bit," Greg added. To my surprise he leaned into
me and began to lick up the drying cum streaks with his tongue. I giggled
every time he hit a ticklish spot. When the streaks were all gone he sucked
each of my nipples. Meanwhile I barely knew what was happening to me – I
felt my heart beat faster and my dick, ever ready, was bobbing back up to
its highest angle. He sank to his knees and licked the drippings off my leg,
then cleaned up the head of my swollen dick with his tongue.

"Thanks, at least I feel a little cleaner for the next period crowd," I
whined.

"If I can't make you free, perhaps I can at least make you feel a little
better," Greg continued, and he let his tongue wander all up and down my
hardened prick. I gasped as my nuts contracted. Then he suddenly engulfed my
whole penis in his mouth, and began bobbing his head back and forth ever so
gently. I pushed my hips toward him and moaned softly. It felt incredible.
Was this what they called a blow job? I wondered. Greg continued with a
steady rhythm, and slowly but surely I again approached that scary edge
ready to explode.

"Watch out, you'll make me come!" I warned. Greg tilted his head upward
without losing hold, and stared once again into my eyes. I started to get
it – he really liked doing this.

"Go ahead!" he mumbled around my dick, and he renewed his sucking and
licking, drawing me closer and closer. I bucked my hips slowly to his beat,
and then let myself fall over the edge. I gasped as I first shot my sperm
down his throat. Then it felt like I lost all control as I continued
thrusting at him with each new spurt, over and over as my balls spasmed and
spent their load into his waiting mouth.

Finally it stopped. Greg milked me a little longer and licked off the head.
He rose with a big grin on his face. For his second surprise, he leaned into
me and kissed me full on the mouth, planting his cum-covered tongue inside.
I accepted it eagerly, pressing to him and sucking back what I could of my
own fluid. Then without a word he patted me playfully on the rump and turned
to go back to his class.

"I'll see what else I can do for you," he called as he quickly ducked out of
sight.

***

So what happens next? Stay tuned for part 4. Write me at
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