Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2011 15:44:16 -0700
From: Jake Brown <perdidoporenquanto@gmail.com>
Subject: Glee-pilot

This story is a complete work of fiction and all characters are copyrighted to
FOX.  This is in no way a representation of the sexuality of the actors.

Mr. Ryerson (Sandy) was the director of what he considered the worst glee
club in the history of glee clubs.  Though, he continued teaching it for the
thrill of being in charge of a bunch of hormonally charged up
teenagers.  Despite,
having a long distance girlfriend, he uses that dominant role he plays in
the students' lives as fuel for his jack off sessions.  The glee club was
composed of three uncoordinated, tone deaf backup singers, an amazingly
talented brunette named Rachael Berry, and a horribly mediocre singer by the
name of Hank Saunders.  The only reason why he kept giving Hank the solos,
is because he often wore loose fitting cargo pants with boxers, so each time
he had a blood rush to his pants, it was very much obvious.  Mr. Ryerson
would have Hank work on different things during their one on one time to
help fuel his jack off fantasies, including vocal exercises of moaning and
grunting, having him visualize intimate moments to make him feel the passion
of the love songs, and even rubbing his stomach himself to make sure he was
engaging his core while singing.

The closest he got to actually touching Hank's sweet teen cock was one day
they were working on Hank taking himself out of his comfort zone by working
on his solos in nothing but his boxers.

"This will help you feel more confident in situations that you normally
wouldn't." Mr. Ryerson explained to the unsure Hank. "We're going to work on
`I'll Make Love to You.' Now, I got this magazine here of Jessica Fox. I
want you to imagine singing to her. Visualize yourself on a bed with her,
singing this song to her before you guys make love."

Hank wasn't realizing it, but his teen cock quickly got hard visualizing the
situation while singing the first verse of the song. Finally, when he
realized, he was already at full attention.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ryerson. It's just, she's really hot, and this song is
very passionate, and, well, you told me to visualize it," Hank said,
reaching down to cover his erection with his hands. He couldn't explain it,
but he didn't have time to rub one out before school like he usually does,
so he was especially on edge.

"It's okay Hank," Mr. Ryerson comforted him. "It's a natural phenomenon. I
was sixteen once too. Just focus on the singing, and I'm sure it'll go down.
This is great practice for putting yourself out there in a situation that
you're not familiar with."

Hank, started to sing again, but it wasn't long before Mr. Ryerson
interrupted him.

"No, no. You're not engaging your core. Feel how your stomach muscles are
totally limp. It's probably the only limp thing on your whole body right
now," Mr. Ryerson joked. He then had Hank feel his abs, leaving his cock
tent to be exposed again. "See, how it's just not engaged. Now flex it.
There you go. Look, how even it's engaged all the way down here."

Mr. Ryerson then touched Hank's belly right above the waist band of his
boxers. He was sure to linger there a moment, because the bottom of his hand
was actually grazing the top of Hank's cock. Hank, who actually liked the
feeling of someone touching it, didn't want to make the situation more
awkward by telling Mr. Ryerson that he was touching his dick head, and
decided to just wait until he stopped. But, Mr. Ryerson was lingering a
little too long there.

"Okay, I think I can do it now. Can we start again?" Hank asked while
blishing, putting his hands back to their boner-hiding positions.

"Actually, I think it'd be best if you concentrated on something else for
the next few seconds. It seems your present condition is distracting you,"
Mr. Ryerson said while nodding toward Hank's crotch.

"Well, it's not just during this class. I've been hard all day. I didn't
have time to masturbate in a while, so, just about anything will get me
going," Hank answered, timidly.

"Alright, well, there isn't anyone else in this school by this hour. How
about you just go into my office, and take care of business? I'll stop any
janitors that might come in. You'll be quick about it, and then we can
finish up here," Mr. Ryerson offered. Loving the idea of Hank pleasuring
himself in his own office.

Hank agreed, grabbed the magazine, and walked awkwardly into the office.
After shutting the door, he pulled down his boxers to his ankles, spit in
his hand for some lube, and started to jack himself off.  As he started to
get going, Mr. Ryerson barged in, saying that he had some lotion in his
office desk to help him do the deed.  Hank didn't have time to pull up his
boxers, so he stood there bare ass, with only his hands to cover his raging
hard on.

"Go on and take the lotion, it has to be better than the spit that you must
be using." Mr. Ryerson said while handing Hank the bottle. "Oh, and here is
some Kleenex too, I don't want any cum stains on my office carpet, now do
I?"

As Hank reached to grab both the bottle of lotion and the Kleenex from Mr.
Ryerson, he ended up dropping both, causing him to instinctively try to
catch them with both of his hands. That's when he realized that Mr. Ryerson
just saw him in all of his teenage glory. He quickly turned around, leaving
Mr. Ryerson a great view of his hot virgin ass.

"It's okay Hank. I'm a guy too," Mr. Ryerson reminded him.  Besides, now
that I've already seen it, you can really work on getting out of your
comfort zone, by masturbating in front of me. Have you ever done that
before?"

Hank hesitated, "well, I've jacked off with my buddy once while we watched
porn, but it was when I was in middle school, and we didn't even know what
we were doing."

"Well then, just pretend I'm not even here," Mr. Ryerson comforted.

After a moment's pause, Hank slowly started to stroke his six inch cock. The
idea of having a teacher watch him, was actually turning out to turn him on.
As he got more comfortable with the situation, he started to rub his
nipples, and even his asshole, to really get going.  All the while, Mr.
Ryerson was sitting behind his desk, rubbing his own five and a half incher,
but Hank was too busy focusing on his task at hand, he didn't notice.

Hank began to breath harder, stroke faster, and his toes curled.  He then
just moaned "Mr. Ryeeersooon...I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," just as he began to
shoot out five thick spurts of his sweet teen juice all over the floor, and
even some onto Mr. Ryerson's desk.  Mr. Ryerson was so into the moment, he
stood up and cummed on his own desk too, mixing their man seeds together.

Hank, after the high of his own testosterone wore off as his cock went limp,
realized just what he just did, and quickly ran out, pulled on his clothes,
and ran out to his car.

**************

Hank went to the principal the next day, but only said that Mr. Ryerson made
him feel uncomfortable, not wanting to have the school know of his one on
one jack off session with the closet case glee teacher.

Mr. Figgins, the principal, had to release Mr. Ryerson of his glee club
responsibilities, expecting that to be the end of the glee, and allowing him
more money in his overall school budget.  However, the overly passionate
Spanish teacher, Mr. Shuester, quickly volunteered for the job, after
remembering all of the fun he had when he was in glee club in high school.

After auditions and a few rehearsals, Mr. Shoester quickly realized that his
geeky club will never be amazing if they don't get some more kids, and would
never be socially acceptable until they get some of the cool kids to join.
After asking and being denied help from the national champion cheer coach,
Sue, Mr. Shoester decided to go to the football coach, Ken Tonaka.

"Hey Ken," Will said as he ran up after a few laps on the track.

"Yeah Will?" replied Ken

"I have a favor to ask you. I was wondering if you could give me a moment to
talk to your kids about joining glee club. I was wondering if maybe a few of
them join, others will follow suit."

"I don't know Will. I don't think any of my kids will join the glee club.
But, I will if you promise to put in a good word for me with Emma."

Emma was the guidance counselor at the school who is secretly in love with
Will.

"Sure, but what exactly do you want me to say?" Will asked.

"Tell her that you saw my giant penis in the shower, and now you suffer from
penis envy. That'll be sure to get her attention my way," Ken answered.

"No way, I'm not going to say that Ken. First off, I've never even seen your
junk. Secondly, I don't want her to think that I'm not packing very much."

"Fine. Just tell her how much of a good guy you think I am, and that you
think we would hit it off," Ken said, knowing that Emma would do anything
Will told her to.

"Deal," Will said as he ran off to shower in the locker room.

Will always loved to go to locker rooms. Something about the smell and the
idea that a guy could be walking around naked really got to him. He wasn't
gay at all, but something about that turned him on and made him feel more
like a man.

Since, he was just a Spanish teacher, he couldn't really walk in the locker
room with no reason. He would think people would start to think he was a
pedophile. That's when he got the idea that he could go running during his
prep hour, and use the locker room after that. The coaches has a special
shower in their office that he could use, but that meant that he could still
plan it out to go in there right after a PE class would be let out. So,
every day after his third period prep, he would spend it basking in the
glory of all the naked teenage guys around him.

However, that locker room high he was on quickly faded. None of the football
players even looked the least interested in joining his glee club. He was
really feeling down on himself. To help him out of his funk, he decided to
go sit in the locker room after school. No one would be in there, and maybe
he could even relieve some of his sexual frustration. His wife, Terri,
wasn't putting out at all these days.

When he heard the start quarterback, Finn Hudson, singing in the shower.  He
suddenly had the brilliant idea to set him up with some drugs he took from a
student earlier that day. As Finn walked out of the shower area, Mr. Shue
stopped him.

"Hey Finn. I have some bad news. We were doing bi-weekly afternoon locker
checks, and I found this in yours," Mr. Shue said waving a bag of weed in
the air.

"I swear that's not mine. I don't even know where to buy weed, let alone
have the money to do so. I'll do anything. I'll pee in a cup," Finn pleaded.


While Finn was freaking out, Mr. Shoester couldn't take his eyes off Finn's
hot, wet body.  Finn's large dick was swaying as he paced back and forward
in front of his locker.  Mr. Shue could sit an admire Finn's package for
hours, but he quickly refocused on the task at hand.

However, it wasn't quick enough. Finn, noticing Shuester's gaze blurted out,
"anything, but that. I mean, I'm not against gay people, but I just couldn't
do it. I'm dating Quinn Fabray."

Mr. Shoe quickly intervened, "oh no. God no, Finn. I just haven't ever seen
a high school kid that well developed. I bet you make Quinn a very happy
girl. And besides, I have a better idea  on how you can pay me back for not
telling Mr. Figgins."

Finn, though, wasn't paying much attention to what Mr. Shoe was saying.  His
mind started to wonder after Mr. Shoe talked about pleasuring Quinn. Quinn
never let him go too far, so every time he even thought about the idea, he
quickly popped a boner.  Realizing that Mr. Shoe was still talking to him,
he quickly turned around to hide his boner.

"Turn around when I'm talking to you boy." Mr. Shue said, being a little too
curious about the size of Finn's hard penis.  Mr. Shoe never got to be the
authority figure at home, so he was actually surprised when he realized how
powerful he sounded, and even more surprised when he Finn, slowly turned
around, hands over his junk to try to hide his embarrassment.  Mr. Shoe,
having enjoyed his authority role by making him turn around, tried to see
how far he could take this.

 "Put your hands behind your back. Don't try to cover that up. Besides, it's
not like you could anyways. That is a absolute monster." Mr. Shue told Finn.


"Please Mr. Shue, can't I put some clothes on or something?" Finn pleaded.

"Not until I'm done telling you how you're going to repay me for not turning
you into Principal Figgins. First off," Mr. Shoe ordered, "you will join the
glee club. Secondly, you will try your best to convince your teammates to do
so as well. And thirdly, you will not be ashamed of your own body, because
we're going to need you to be as confident as ever if you're going to sing
the male lead." Mr. Shoe's own cock was raging by how in control he was.

"Uhhh, yeah. Okay. I can do that," Finn said, looking at the ground.

"And, you can look me in the eyes when you're talking to me," Mr. Shue
continued.

"Yes sir," replied Finn.

"One last thing Finn," Mr. Shoe said as he was leaving, "be sure to take
care of that boner before the next rehearsal. It will get in the way of some
of the choreography."

Finn laughed, but thought twice about it, and was actually turned on by the
idea of jacking off in the locker room. He knew he was only one around, and
quickly started rubbing his dick. He closed his eyes, and sat on the bench.
Thoughts of his hot girlfriend really turned him on. "Ohhh Quinn," he
mumbled to himself.

Meanwhile, Mr. Shue realized he left his bad on a bench in the locker room.
As he walked back in, he heard Finn moaning. Curious, he quietly walked over
there. He took a few seconds, and watched Finn as he pleasured himself.
However, he quickly realized how much trouble he could get in if he was
caught spying on Finn. So, instead, he decided to have some fun with it.

"You know, when I said you should take care of that, I meant at your own
home," Mr. Shuester said to Finn, only a few feet away.

"Shoooot. Mr. Shue! Ughhhhhh" Finn yelled out as he shots of cum sprayed
from his cock. After he squeezed out the last bit, he said, "I'm sorry Mr.
Shue, please don't tell Coach Tonaka. I also didn't mean to cum on you. I
just didn't think anyone was here, and well, once it started to go, I
couldn't stop it. You know how it is."

"It's okay, you just got my shoes. I just forgot my bag," Mr. Shue said
holding out his messenger bag. "I want tell Coach Tonaka, but you really
shouldn't make it a habit to jack off here. At least, maybe be a little more
aware of your surroundings when you do it. I'll see you tomorrow at
practice."

Finn, stood there for a moment to come back to his senses, then quickly got
dressed and cleaned up his jizz with his dirty sock.

*************

The next day, at Glee practice, Finn found himself in a group of kids he
never thought he'd actually be associated with him.

"We're going to work on a duet today. It's a pretty famous one, so I imagine
all of you can easily follow along. Rachael, Finn, you two will be on leads.
I want to see some chemistry. I know this is the first time you're here
Finn, but this is a place you can express yourself. Play around. Have some
fun," Mr. Shuester said to the class.

At first glance, Kurt was infatuated with Finn. Kurt was gay, but never told
anyone. Finn seemed to be everything he could ever want in a guy. Confident,
hot, and a good singer.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Finn said to Mr. Shuester.

"Me too!" Kurt quickly added, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Finn's cock
in the bathroom.

"Okay, everyone take five." Mr. Shuester said.

"Uhhhh, Mr. Shue. Where is the bathroom here? I don't think I've ever even
been in this part of the school," Finn asked. Kurt quickly volunteered to
show him. There were two bathrooms, one was a new one, that had dividers
between the urinals. The other was an older one, with only two urinals that
were really close together, and a stall that was always closed with a `out
of service' sign. Kurt didn't have to think twice to know which one to take
Finn to. Kurt tried to make small talk on the way over there, but Finn only
answered with yes or no.

Once in the bathroom, Kurt quickly walked over to the further stall, to give
off the impression that he actually really had to relieve himself. Finn,
showering with a lot of his teammates, usually wasn't shy around other guys.
However, he felt very uncomfortable in the situation. He didn't watch Kurt
to feel bad, so he saw no other choice. He walked up to the urinal,
unzipped, and pulled out his mantool.

Kurt, trying his best to not be obvious, stole a glance at his penis. Finn's
penis was so long, that his hand couldn't cover it all, so Kurt caught only
a small glimpse of it. But, when he went over to wash his hands, and was
able to see it from a different angle, he got a much better view.

Glee practice soon ended, and Kurt  quickly went home to jack off. As soon
as he got home, he hung up his designer sweater, put his bag in the proper
place, and then quickly took off the rest of his clothes. He laid on his
bed, completely naked, and jacked off his teen dick. Thoughts of Finn's cock
raced through his mind. He wanted so bad to touch it, even more to lick and
taste it.

It didn't take long for him to quickly cum all over his chest and stomach.
He laid there for a while, basking in the idea of hopefully one day jacking
off Finn. He was looking forward to more time with Finn, and was already
trying to think of ways to get Finn naked with him.

**************

The next day at football practice, the entire team heard about Finn joining
the football team. They decided to call him "deep throat" for the entire
practice. Finn, being the captian of the team, tried everything to gain back
their respect during practice, but nothing seemed to work.

When it came time to shower, Finn just about had it. "Enough with the deep
throat!! So what if I joined glee. It's not like I'm actually gay!" Finn
yelled out in anger.

"Whatever, dude. You're the one that joined homo explosion. Now you'll have
to deal with the consequences," fellow teammate Dave Karofsky said, as he
narrowed in on Finn with about 6 other football players. Their hands behind
their backs.

"What are you guys doing? What do you have?" Finn asked nervously.

"Nothing that you're not going to love." Karofsky answered back. Just then,
they all closed the gap between them and Finn quickly, and threw their used
condoms at Finn. They each jacked off in one the night before, and one this
morning, and thought Finn would love to have their cum all over his body.

After realizing what just happened, Finn, threw off the condoms and quickly
ran back in the shower. "You guys are disgusting," he said, as he tried to
get the manjuice out of his hair. "I guess I won't be able to do this glee
thing on the down low," Finn said to himself as he finished washing the rest
of the cum off of himself.



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