Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 23:27:27 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: More than Detention

     Man, have you ever been sitting in school with a boner in your pants?
Fuck, I can remember a day that I was sitting in study hall with such a
ripping hardon.  It pressed against my jeans so much that I was actually in
pain, and I had to do something about it.
     I was sitting in the very last desk in study hall, with no one sitting
around me so, I reached into my pocket and started to massage my cock.  I
don't know about you, but it always feels good to grab ahold of my cock,
even if it is through material.
     I was into stroking my cock so much that I had forgotten where I was
at.  I sort of went into a daze as a fantasized about the phys. ed. teacher
and his 7 inch uncut cock.
     All of a sudden I was brought back to reality.  I felt a hand on my
shoulder.  I jumped, looked up and pulled my hand out of my pocket all at
the same time.  There stood the study hall teacher looking at me with a face
that could kill.  I had been caught playing pocket pool.
     I'm just glad that it was Mr. Ingeldue instead of Mrs. Mast. I was
embarassed enough as it was, being caught with my hand around my cock in
study hall, but to be caught by a woman I would have died right then and
there.
     Mr. Ingeldue leaned over to me and whispered, "If you're going to do
that Johnson, go do it in the bathroom, you little pervert." I looked up and
smiled, feeling a little relieved that he didn't send me to the principal's
office, instead, he then gave me a hall pass to go to the bathroom.
     I waited until my bonder subsided.  I got up and went down to the
bathroom.  I went into the last stall, dropped my pants down to my ankles
and sat down on the john.  The one thing that I hated about our johns at
school was the fact that they didn't have doors on them  for privacy, but
ol' well it was during class so what was the chance that someone was going
to walk in on me.
     It didn't take long to get my woody back.  I slowly stroked on it,
pre-cum was oozing out of my piss slit.  I started to fantasize about my
gym teacher again.  I was really getting into it.  I leaned back, I
stretched my legs completely out.  With my cock in one hand, I massaged my
balls with the other hand.  This felt so fucking good.
     I was so close to cumming.  I was just about there, just about to the
point of no return when I felt a kick against my foot.  Talk about being in
the right lace to have the shit scared out of ya, because that exactly what
happened to me.  I jumped again, just like in study hall.
     I opened my eyes and there stood Mr. Ingeldue.  "What is this guy's
fucking problem," I thought to myself.
     "You are a little pervert, aren't you?" said Mr. Ingeldue in a low
voice, "how old are you now, Morrison?"
     "18, why?"
     "Because I don't like going to jail, for no one that's why."
     I looked at him sort of puzzled, not knowing what to make of his
last comment.  Then I took a look at the bulge that was protruding
from his slacks.  "Looks like I'm not the only pervert in this school," I
said with a laugh.
     I grabbed ahold of my half staff rod and slowly began to jerk it
again; watching Mr. Ingeldue's face as I pulled on my cock.  His eyes
were fixed on my cock and my hand.  The bulge in his pants became larger.
With my other hand I reached up and touched his bulge.  He let out a small
groan.  I tightened my grip on his wood and he let out another groan.
     I stood up and pressed my body against his as I pressed my lips
against his lips.  He pressed back.  He ran his hands under my shirt and
around my back as we kissed.  We were really getting into it when the bell
rang to signify the end of the class period.  Shit, we knew we didn't have
much time to put ourselves together.  Well, I didn't have much time
anyway. Mr. Ingeldue just had to get rid of his boner before the other
students rushed in to take a piss or a shit between classes.
     As I was hurriedly putting myself back together, Mr. Ingeldue
whispered, "After school, my office."  He didn't have to say anymore.
I knew exactly what he meant.
     Shit, I think that this was the longest day of my life.  Every class
that I had that day, I ended up with a hardon.  I couldn't stop thinking
about after school. The final bell finally went off and I grabbed my books
and threw them in my locker.  I almost ran to Mr. Ingeldue's office.  In
fact, as I rounded the corner just down from his office, we collided with
one another.
     "Hold on, there, partner," questioned Mr. Ingeldue as he had me by my
shoulders, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"  My heart sank, had he
forgotten our plans for the afternoon.  Then he winked and smiled; I knew
then that he had not forgotten, but rather he was not letting on to anyone
else about our plans.
     "I think, I need to see you in my office for a few minutes, Mr.
Morrison.  I think you and I need to discuss some behavior problems that you
seem to be having."  Again, he winked and ushered me off to his office.
     As we went into his office, he shut the door and locked it.  He went
behind his desk and sat down; leaving me starting in front of his desk.  As
I stood in front of him, he placed his hands together like he was going to
pray.  He started to press his hands together like a spider doing pushups on
a mirror.  He eyed me up and down.
     "Take them off, Morrison," he softly commanded.
     "Take what off, Mr. Ingeldue?"
     "Your clothes."
     My cock began to press against my jeans.  I could feel the pre- cum
soaking my underwear.  I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. From time to
time I would look up at him.  He was sitting there smiling all the while I
was stripping for him.
     I removed my shirt, my hard nipples tenting my T-shirt.  I untied my
shoes and removed them.  I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped the button of my
jeans and unzipped my pants.  I slipped them over my ass and down my legs.
I stepped out of them and threw them in a pile with the rest of my clothes.
     I stood up and looked Mr. Ingeldue right in the eyes.  He was awl
struck at what he was seeing.  My nipples hard, but my cock even harder.
     "Damn you look great, kid," groaned Mr. Ingeldue as he rubbed himself
through the materialof his slacks.
     "Thanks."
     Mr. Ingeldue stood up and came from behind his desk.  He was as hard as
a rock. He came over to me and gently began to kiss me.  First, on the
mouth, then on the neck.  He pulled my T-shirt from my briefs and stuck his
hands under my T-shirt.
     As he continued to kiss me, his hands massaged my abs, chest and back.
He grabbed my nipples with his thumb and his forefinger and gently squeezed.
  I moaned.
     He grabbed the tail of my T-shirt with his hands and slowly pulled it
over my head.  As he pulled it over my head he bent down and licked my
nipples.  Then he moved to my pits, kissing and licking them.
     Tossing my T-shirt into my pile of clothes, he knelt down and smelled
my bulging crotch.
     "Ahhhhh, that smells so fucking good," he groaned.
     He ran his tongue across the material that held my hardened cock.
He opened his mouth and sucked in my clothed balls.  My body tensed at the
feeling of him doing this; not a tenseness of fear, but rather a tenseness
of awe.  This was feeling fucking great.  I never wanted it to end.
     He stood up.  He loosened his tie and took it off.  He began to
unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him.  I removed his hands from his buttons
and placed them at his side.  I took over the responsibility of undressing
him.
     I unbutton his shirt, but I didn't remove it quite yet.  I reached my
hands in around him and drew myself close to him.  I laid my head to his
chest and deeply inhaled.  This man smelled fucking gorgeous.
     I gently bite into his chest which made him moan.  I grawled at his
T-shirt.  I was salivating so much that I soaked his T-shirt with my spit.
     I reached up and kissed his mouth.  As I kissed him, I took off his
shirt and then his spit soaked T-shirt.  I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped and
unzipped his trousers. As I lowered his trousers to the floor, I followed
them down.  I knelt on the floor and savored his crotch, just has he had
done to me.  I was following his lead, whatever he had done to me up to that
point, I wanted to do back to him.
     I ran my mouth across the material that encased his massive manhood.
His crotch smelled just as good as Mr. Ingeldue said my crotch had smelled.
I, too, sucked his balls into my mouth through the material of his
underwear.
     He pulled me back up to his mouth.  Again, we press our brief clad
bodies together. Our cocks mingling with each other as we tongued each
other's mouths.
"I've...never...experienced...anything...like...this...in...
my...entire...life,"  I stammered between kisses.  My cock had never been
this hard before either.
     Mr. Ingeldue broke our kiss and knelt before me.  He took his thumb and
forefinger and grabbed the waistband of my underwear.  He pulled my
underwear door to the floor.  I put my hands on his shoulders to balance
myself as I left each leg to step out of them.
     There I was totally naked, standing there with my hands still on Mr.
Ingeldue's shoulders.  He grabbed my boner and proceeded to tongue the head
of my cock. He darted his tongue into my piss slit to clean up the pre-cum
that was flowing from it.  That drove me absolutely nuts, and he knew it,
too.
     He continued to pleasure me with his tongue.  He ran his tongue up and
down my shaft.  He licked on my balls, taking them into his mouth one at a
time.  He laid me down on the floor.  With his head between my legs he,
spread my ass cheeks and shoved his tongue into my crack.  I jumped, but he
gently pulled me back.  He ate my ass so good that it made me moan.
     He then removed his underwear and carefully positioned himself over me
with his cock over my head.  Again, I followed Mr. Ingeldue's
leading.  He was still sucking my cock, so I imitated every move that
he was making.
     When he used his tongue on my shaft, I used my tongue on his shaft.
When he ate the head of my cock.  I ate the head of his cock.
He then took his finger and placed it on my rosebud.  I followed suit.
I began to feel pressure on my asshole, not really knowing what was going on
here, I followed suit, I put pressure with my finger on his
asshole.
     He applied so much pressure on my asshole that his finger slipped into
my asshole.  I yelped, but I put more pressure on his asshole and soon my
finger slipped into his hole.  He moaned.  Apparently, he must have done
this before.  I yelped and he moaned, hum?
     He inched his way into my hole with his finger, as did I in his hole.
Soon he was working his way in and out of my hole.  I was so engrossed at
what was happening to my ass that I forgot to follow suit.  Mr. Ingeldue
realized this, but he didn't say anything.  He just continued to fuck me
with his finger.  He had me arockin' and arollin' right there on the floor.
     "I'm going to give you the real thing,"  Mr. Ingeldue said as he
gave me a toothy grin.  He had me roll over and get on my haunches.
He got up and went to his desk.  He opened up a drawer and grabbed a tube.
He got down behind me.  I felt something cold and gooey filling my ass.  A
short after that, I felt a pain like I had never felt before and it was
going from my ass.  Mr. Ingeldue had shoved his cock into my ass.
     Oh man, did this ever hurt.  Every inch that he shoved into me felt
like a fucking mile.  In a little while, however, the pain subsided and was
replaced with pleasure.  He then start to fuck me with a steady rhythm.  I
was really getting into this.
     He pumped fast, then he would pump slow.  He thrust in and out of me
like a piston, then he would slowly fuck me.  I didn't know what was
happening, but I felt like I was about to cum without any aid from a hand,
mouth or ass.
     Mr. Ingeldue started to shake.  I knew this feeling, he was about to
cum.  I sometimes get this way when I jack off and I am about ready to shoot
a massive load.
     A massive load wasn't the word for it.  At least 8 times Mr. Ingeldue
exploded his manly load into my gut.  About the time he shot I let go of a
load like you wouldn't believe.  I filled his carpet with my hot, white,
creamy man juice, as Mr. Ingeldue filled my ass with the very same type of
cum.
     His exhausted body collapsed on me.  I fell to the floor, not only a
satisfied teen, but a much wiser one, too.  Now, I know that a guy can cum
with out touching himself, just by touching a very special place hidden in
the depths of my body.
     I even got my turn at fucking Mr. Ingeldue, hot ass.  You talk about
something that fucking great.  That was hot!  That year was the best year of
my high school career.  Mr. Ingeldue and I had alot of counselling sessions
that year and I had to serve alot of detention, too.  Pretty good for
getting a boner in study hall, huh?

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