Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2005 19:19:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Foust <robertfst@yahoo.com>
Subject: Will and me part 3

The bell rang, and I was late for class, yet again. I slinked through the
door into Mrs. Holt's English class, hoping against hope that I could
make it to my seat without drawing the wrath of the teacher for being
tardy.

"Grant, how many times to you have to be reminded to be in your seat when
the bell rings," Mrs. Holt thundered from behind her desk. This
particular schoolmarm was a very large, grandmotherly type who very
rarely left her seat, except to go to the bathroom to piss or to the
lunchroom to eat.

"Sorry, Mrs. Holt. It won't happen again," I gruffly replied, trying to
make it sound like the truth.

"Grant, I swear that you'll be late to your own funeral. Next time it
happens you're going to have to see Mr. Kerny," Mrs. Holt replied.  There
was a hint of a threat in her otherwise sweet, southern voice. Mr. Kerny
was the principal of my high school. He also happened to be my next door
neighbor. Mrs. Holt knew, as well as I, that in a small town, every
misstep that a 'good kid' makes becomes the fodder for the ravenous,
small town grape-vine. Such information, however trivial, would travel
far and wide within the confines of my small town. Her implicit threat
was that my parents would become directly involved, if I did not clean-up
my act.

"Fucking shit. Why the hell does she taking being tardy so seriously?" I
whispered to Mary Lynn, who sat behind me, as I plopped into my seat and
got out my well worn copy of Huck Finn.

"Jesus, Grant. I think that by now you'd be used to all the pressures to
be the picture perfect son and student. By the way, cool pictures in the
paper last night," Mary Lynn giggled softly.

"Please don't remind me," I muttered. Mary Lynn, or ML as I had called
her since we became inseparable in Middle School, was referring to the
spread that the local paper ran on my Eagle Scout ceremony last night,
which caused me to be repeatedly heckled in the hallways throughout the
day.

Mrs. Holt began her boring lesson on the intricacies of grammatical
structure of the English language that we, as honor students, had to be
subjected to repeatedly. And painfully.

I looked out the bank of windows and marveled at the glorious weather. It
was late October and today was one of those magnificent autumnal days in
Middle Tennessee.  The sky was an intense blue, the air was crisp, and
the trees were aflame with gold, orange, and red leaves. My mind began to
drift out of the confines of this room, this school, and this small town.
I began to think of my life after I could leave. Leave these petty
teachers, these petty cohorts, and this petty town. My junior year in
high school was approaching its mid-point, and I could just barely begin
to see my future on the horizon. My future to be free to my true self.

A loud knock at the door caused my daydream to vanish into the ether.

A secretary from the front office opened the door and announced, "Mrs.
Holt, we have a new student for your Honors English class. His name is
Will Ashden and his family has just moved here from Mississippi."

I, along with the rest of the class, looked gawkily at the door to catch
a glimpse of the new kid. Instead of a kid, we were all greeted with the
makings of a powerfully built man. As Will sauntered into our English
class, a couple of the girls audibly gasped at the seventeen year-old
Adonis who entered our presence.

He cut quite a figure. He was tall, about six feet five inches, but his
body was also filled out, which was a rarity in our still maturing age
group. His black hair was a little longer than was customary in our town,
which only added to his cache as an outsider. His face was punctuated by
a prominent Roman nose and full lips. But his most striking by far were
his eyes. They were a shade a of blue so piercing that when he returned
your stare, it felt as if it went straight to the soul.

ML let out a cat call, which caused a few giggles, but drew no scolding
from our teacher who seemed mesmerized by her new pupil.

"Welcome, Will. My, you are certainly a tall young man. Which sports do
you play?" Mrs. Holt asked as she rose from her seat.

ML poked me and said, "The fat cow is actually getting up. Holy shit,
even she must think that he's a total stud."

As Will made his way to the empty seat across from me, he replied in a
deep baritone, "I play baseball, soccer, and football, ma'am."

"Well, I'm sure all our coaches will be glad to have such a strapping
young man to join their teams," Mrs. Holt exclaimed.

ML poked me again and softly whispered, "I think the old goat is getting
all hot and bothered by this 'strapping young man.' I'll bet ten bucks
that she jumps his bones any minute."

ML's hilarious comment cause a wave of laughter to erupt from me, which
earned me the ire of our smitten teacher, as I drew her attention,
reluctantly, away from Will.

"Grant, I don't know what's gotten into you lately. You've always been
such a good boy. You evidently find something very humorous. Perhaps I
should give you something purposeful to occupy your mind. Take Will to
the storage room and get him all the books that are on our course reading
list for the remainder of this year."

Mrs. Holt looked at me with fire in her eyes as she handed me the key to
the book storage room.

"Yes ma'am," I sighed as I rose from my seat. "Follow me, Will." I said
as we left the classroom.

As we made our way to the book storage room, Will said, "So I see that
y'all've got so hot pussy in this school."

"Um, yeah we do. I guess..." I stammered as I turned my head to look at
him. He was handsome, but not immediately so. Will he had another,
indefinable essence about him that was magnetic. He projected a
commanding presence. Everything about him seemed to screamed alpha male.

Every time we reached a door, his body language insisted that I go first.
Every time I went through the door he would hold it open, just as if I
were a girl. As we talked a little more, I began to think, and hope, that
maybe he was just being extremely polite to me.

I unlocked and pushed the heavy door to the book storage room open. Will
moved to turned on the lights.

"This is a really cool, old room," Will said as he looked around.

"Yeah, this is the old auditorium. They built a new one on the other side
of the building, so they, inexplicably, turned this room into storage," I
said as I perused the great gothic stylings of this old room.

"We have a shit-load of reading yet to cover this year," I began to tell
Will, trying to bring him up to speed on the joys of Mrs. Holt's English
class.

Will ignored my jovial overture and replied flatly, "Just find my damn
books, kid."

And I followed his commandment. I began to gather the large stack of
classics that Mrs. Holt insisted that we be exposed to in her class. I
found the multiple Faulkners straight-away, then the Canterbury Tales,
then the compellation of poetry, and then the book of collected
Shakespeare histories.

"I can't find 'A Farewell To Arms' in all this mess," I said as I looked
around trying to find Will, who had disappeared from my view. "Oh, there
it is. It's on the bottom of this pile of textbooks."

I kneeled down to pull the Hemingway classic from underneath the pile of
history books. I heard Will walk up behind me as I wrestled the book out
from under the dusty stack of books.

I looked up and Will was towering over me. A wicked smirk on his face
revealed his gleaming, wolfish white teeth.

"You look like a natural. Being on your knees, I mean" Will exclaimed. I
was stunned by his innuendo. There had been rumors about my sexuality
since Middle School, but no one had ever confronted me directly about my
gayness.

I wanted desperately to protest his assertion, but his entrancing eyes
seemed to melt away my inhibitions. I remained on my knees, looking up at
him, damningly silent.

"I think that I just might have me a fag here. Are you?" Will persisted.

"Yeah, I think that you are. I knew there was something about you from
the moment I saw you. Are you a cocksucker?"

"Yeah, I thinking that you are. You know what, let's us find out if your
a cocksucker or not," Will said coolly as reached down and squeezed my
cheeks with his right hand.

I was frozen in place, unable to move. My mind was screaming for my legs
to move, but I stayed motionless. I was lost in Will's ceaseless gaze.

Will released my face from his vice-like grip and unzipped his jeans. He
reached into his underwear and fished out the biggest cock that I'd ever
seen. Granted, I had not seen many cocks at that point, but his cock was
massive, nevertheless.

My breath caught as I looked up from his ginormous cock into his
boundless blue eyes.

"Yeah, you're a cocksucker, alright. How many dick's have you sucked
before?" Will demanded.

"Just a couple," I rasped. My mouth was totally dry. I looked back at
Will's cock and my eyes grew wide as I watched it slowly grow even
fatter, even longer. It topped out at nine inches long and beer bottle
fat.

"You are a total cock slut, huh?" Will said as he grabbed the base of his
baby's arm. He waived it in front of my face a couple of times and on the
third pass, I pounced at it.

"Not so fast there, faggot. You want my cock, you gotta earn it. You
gotta beg me for it." Will said as he sadistically moved his fat cock out
of the reach of my grasping lips.

And I begged for his cock. I pleaded with him to allow me to suck it. He
was pleased that I reacted so earnestly to his demands and that I debased
myself so easily and so freely for his personal amusement.

Will began to smack me with his dick. And I reveled in it. His fat cock
was so large that I began to worry that it would leave welts on my face.
His was leaking pre-cum freely, giving my cheeks a light, moist coating.

Finally, he brought the fat head of his fat cock to my mouth and began to
outline my lips. Will commanded, "Ok bitch, open."

And I opened my mouth as wide as my jaws would allow for him to enter me.

And he filled me up with five inches of his cock still to spare outside
of my mouth. I immediately noticed that the girth was almost as difficult
to handle as the length, as my jaw began to ache from the stretching.

"You've got a sweet mouth, bitch. Can't take much cock, though." Will
said. He then sinisterly forced his cock deep into my mouth. My gag
reflex hit back hard, as my jaws involuntarily clamped down on his cock.

"Fucking hell, watch the damn teeth, bitch." Will yelped. "Next time I'll
knock those teeth out of your fucking mouth," Will griped as he withdrew
his cock from my watering mouth.

I looked up at him, mouth agape, slobber running down my chin, and
blubbered, "Will, please. I'm sorry. You pushed too hard, it was just a
reflex."

He took two fingers and shoved them into my pliant mouth. I let him have
his way with me. For some reason, I knew that I would allow this man to
do with me whatever he wanted, with no regard for myself.

Will was such a big guy that his thick fingers were bigger and longer
than the other two cocks with which I had previously had experience.

As he forced his fingers into my throat, the gag reflex hit again.

"That is something that we'll have to work on. A cocksucker who can't
deep throat ain't worth shit," Will said as he withdrew his fingers from
my mouth. He grasped his cock, slapped me a couple of times about the
face with his fat dick coated in my spit, then re-entered my waiting
mouth.

Will began a forceful face fucking, the likes of which I had never
experienced. His large hands enclosed my head, which he used as a tool to
jack himself off. As his fat cock began to plow into my mouth, I realized
that I had never been this horny, ever.

He worked me so hard and so long, that I lost all track of space and
time. I have no idea how long he fucked my face. But I know that he
fucked me. And I know that he fucked my mouth good.

Will came in torrents. The first eruption coated my tongue. By the second
and third, his cum coated my face. The last few eruptions landed in my
hair. I looked up at Will as he tilted his head back and let out a long
sigh of satisfaction.

He looked back down at me and said with a chuckle, "Damn cocksucker, I've
covered your face in my kids."

I licked some of the cum off of my mouth as he said, "We are going to get
to know each other mighty well, Grant, my boy, mighty well."

I was in a dazed state, unbelieving of what I had just experienced.

Will began to scoop the cum off my face and feed it to me on his long,
thick fingers. And I greedily licked ever single ounce of his cum that he
offered to me.

The blaring alarm clock hurled me out of my intense dream. I looked
bewilderedly around, unaware of my surroundings. As my wits slowly
returned I found that I was in my new house in Nashville. I had to get to
work and I was already a half hour late.