Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 18:16:00 -0700
From: calladun breeve <calladun@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sophomore Year: Chapter 1

	 This story is a work of complete fiction; if it bears any
resemblance to any person it is purely coincidental. This story contain
graphic episodes of sex between a minor and adult males, and also contains
some domination and forced sex; if it is illegal for you to be reading
this, please stop now and more on.

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	My name is Aiden, Aiden Cress. Fallowing, are my encounters during
my high school, sophomore year. Sophomore year, you remember it; when you
never did your homework, and even if you tried, you couldn't do it; because
you never paid attention to the teacher talking in front of you. The year
when you were released from the fate of being freshmen, and moved on to
bigger and better things (or do you thought.)  We start off around fall,
when the air is just starting to chill, and you can almost smell the snow
in the morning. I was 15 that year.

	Chapter 1

	Math class, what a drag. Mr. Kells, the teacher was interesting
enough, for a math teacher. He was funny, but never funny enough to make me
even think about doing the assignments. He was around 35, kind of stocky
and had short cropped dark brown hair, and when he didn't shave, almost
gruff appearing stubble. He was slightly overweight, not that it detracted
from his appearance; in fact if anything only added to it, As I couldn't
imagine him without it. He was relatively new for a teacher, and had only
been teacher at the school a year or two before I came as a freshman. He
wasn't your usual teacher, well not what I thought of as a teacher
anyways. He let you goof off in class, to an extent; never bothered you
about not doing your homework, unless he was in a particular joking mood;
and never got you in trouble from the stupid things teachers seemed to find
offensive.
	So, here I was, math class; every morning from 8 o'clock to only
god knows when. The usual patterns and fanciful shapes twisted through my
mind as I sat and stared blankly at the white bored in front of me. Math
was never difficult for me, I just never found the motivation to do it, I
had an artists mind, and was easily distracted by everything, and hardly
ever interested in something I didn't think worth my time or
effort. Sitting there, I slowly and idly sketched odd shapes among other
things, onto the edges of the latest victim of my artistic nature. This
time it was a biology assignment, due the next period. Biology, what a
bitch. It in itself was enough trouble, but the fact that the teacher never
accepted late assignments, practically forced me to do my homework.
	Mr. kells figure absently tugged at the back of my mind, and I
sighed as my mind snapped back to the present. He was wearing a button up
blue dress shirt tucked into his khaki dress pants. Not bad, for a married
straight man, with 2 small kids, not bad at all.  For an older man, he was
absolutely adorable, not hot, necessarily; but definitely cute in his own
way. I found myself staring at his ass as he wrote on the white board at
the front of the class room, he turned around and I quickly averted my
gaze, and shook myself out of it. Staring at my cute older math teacher was
getting me nowhere, so I went back to idly drawing on the edges of my
assignment.
	The bell rang, releasing me from the clutches on geometry's
grip. Everyone filed out of the class through the only door, and I groped
for my assignments and stuffed them into my binder. I slipped out into the
hall into the crush of people, swung my locker and slowly stuffed my binder
into it. Everyone was heading for the auditorium, it was an odd day, and we
had an assembly today, unusual, but not unheard of in the least.  I swung
by the bathroom, hoping id have time to piss before the bell rang,
signaling me late for assembly. The bathroom was just clearing out from the
after class rush, but only a stall was available, so I quickly stepped in
and shut the stall door closed as the bell rung, cursing me to the fate of
a tardy on my record, piling on top of my numerous others.
	The bathroom cleared faster than you can imagine after the bell
rung.  Leaving me alone in the white bricked room. I finished and flushed
the toilet, and as the noise subsided, I heard the door creak closed. Not a
shock, people were constantly late. I stepped out of the stall and ran into
Mr. Kells, I stumbled backwards as he grabbed me and held me steadily so I
didn't fall over backwards. He arms held me securely as I felt myself flush
with embarrassment, and I risked looking up into his face. His eyes were
shining with laughter as he chuckled to himself. Which make me flush an
even deeper red. After making sure I wasn't going to fall over, he released
me; Leaving me breathless.
	"So," he asked me in a humorous voice, "when can I expect a math
assignment from you?"
	I fought for a reply, and just blurted out the first thing that
came to mind. "uh, tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly.
	"well, if you have any trouble with it..." he took a piece of paper
out of his pocket and scribbled something on it. "Here's my cell phone
number. Don't hesitate to call me if you have any problems."
	He handed me the piece of paper and I shoved it into my pocket
without even glancing at it. And right after I did I thought better of
it. Oh god, he probably thinks I'm a little prick now, I thought to myself.
	"thanks," I said, and then went on barely hesitating, "I'll let you
know if I need any help."
	"good." Was his only response, as I turned to walk away.
	"Aiden..." he said as he lightly grabbed my arm and I turned
around.
	"Huh?" I faced him fully with my back to the side of the stall.
	He didn't respond, but he pushed me backwards, into the stall wall,
and placed his hand on the back of my neck. Bracing my head with his hand,
he leaned forward, and before I knew it, he was kissing me. My mind went
numb; so many thoughts filled my head in that instant and I was beyond
shock; I couldn't even begin to react.  And sensing my hesitancy, he pulled
away. Dully aware that he was slowly pulling away, I pulled myself into
him, and brought my lips back onto his, his rough stubble against my skin.
Seeing no resistance on my part, he pushed me back farther, so my back was
firmly pressed against the stall, and kissed me even harder.
	"What about the assembly?" I gasped as I broke the kiss.
	"Don't worry about it, I'll write you note." He nuzzled the side of
my head, and brought his lips back to mine, pressing him body into mine
suggestively. He brought his hand down from the back of my neck and reached
for his belt; undoing his belt and the button of the front of his dress
pants. Unzipping the zipper, he pulled his pants down a few inches, resting
just below his ass; revealing tight black boxer briefs, bulging obviously
and the crotch he took my hand in his, and put my hand gently against the
soft taunt fabric. I could feel his hard shaft through the thin fabric of
his boxer briefs; I ran my hands slowly along the thick penis, the boxers
revealing the head constrained by the fabric.
	He slowly took my hand from his crotch and left my hand to rest on
the crook on his back, putting my hand under the bottom of his shirt,
feeling the band of his underwear just above my hand. He reached for the
fly of my pants, and my penis was fully hard by now, feeling constrained by
the fabric of my own underwear. He slowly unbuttoned the fly of my jean and
then unzipped the zipper, and instead of pulling them down as I expected,
he slipped his hands into my pants. Groping me with his own large hands, he
slowly rubbed my penis until I could hardly breathe. He gently removed his
hand from my pants and slipped his hand under the band of my underwear, his
hands were large and warm against the soft skin of my most sensitive
places.
	He slowly worked his hand further into my pants and had to pull my
pants down just a little to reach his goal. I gasp as he shoved a finger
inside of me, and grasped his wrist. However, after it was obvious that I
wasn't going to offer any other type of resistance, he slowly pressed
another finger into my ass; sending sharp pains through my body. My eyes
were watering as the pain subsided and he slowly began to stroke my
insides. I clung to him as he pressed his hand into me, and me into the
wall. My arms that were clutched around him slowly began to relax as the
pain ebbed into a dull throb. I removed my hands and I whimpered under what
he was doing to me, I don't think a coherent thought entered my mind,
except to be chased away by the sensation he was sending through my entire
body. Thrusting his finger in and out of me.  Somehow I managed to unbutton
part of his dress shirt, and pulling it apart revealed a chest covered with
semi thick brown hair along the obvious muscle that traced its way across
his chest, and apparently that muscled also formed itself over his back.
	He pressed his body further into me, and his fingers even deeper
then I though he could manage. Him muscles tensed with the effort of his
hand as he finger fucked me.  His body was obviously under pressure from
what he was doing to me, with every thrust of his fingers, accompanied by
the sensations running thought my body, his muscles tensed; and I whimpered
under the pressure of his hand inside of me, stroking me, and from the
perception of what he was doing to my body. Where my hands lay, just above
his shoulder, the muscle rippled in time with his thrusts; and he used his
body to emphasize the forceful push and rubbing of his hand against the
inside of my body.
	He stopped moving his hand, and slowly slipped his hand from my
ass. He hurriedly reached for his pants and slid them down, and let them
drop to the floor. His penis was clearly defined by his tight boxers, and
he slip the band of the front of his underwear down over his cock.  After
he pushed his underwear down farther, I saw his dick, surrounded by thick
brown pubic hair, it was around 7 inches around and was pretty thick, and
it was oozing pre cum. He took his hand and rubbed the pre cum over the tip
of his penis, until it slid in and out of his hand easily. He took his hand
and moved to the waist of my pants and moved them down until I standing
just in my boxers, my cock fully erect. His hand ran down my hip and I felt
his warm pre cum against me. He reached for the band of my boxers and
pulled them down and reached his rand in, slowly rubbing my hard dick with
his pre cum. He then slid my underwear down until it wasn't in his way any
more, and took his dick in his hand and pressed my body back into the
stall, pressing his dick into the fleshy part of my ass. I braced myself
against his body and grasp him as he forcefully shoved the head of his
penis into me. I cried out and grabbed onto his body harder, wanting the
pain that his cock head was sending through my entire body.
	"This is ganna hurt from a little while, but I promise it will be
over soon" he whispered gruffly into my ear as he pressed his body further
into me. I could only nod and hope the pain would subside soon, but as he
pushed his cock farther into me, the pain only got worse, and it seemed
like he was stretching me beyond anything id ever felt before. His pre cum
lubricated a little and he thrust his thick cock deeper into me, when it
was almost all the way in, he slowly slid almost fully out of my, and then
roughly shoved it back in until the base of his penis was touching my ass,
and I could feel his balls against me. I wrapped my arms tighter around him
and he lifted me up and built up a rhythm and humped my ass for a few
minutes, and thankfully the pain slowly melted into sensations I had never
felt before. Almost like when he was finger fucking me, but so much
more. He grunted as he shoved himself into my ass until his balls hit my
ass, pumping himself in and out of me, my ass resisting a little. The
muscles on his back moved with his effort and he fucked my ass, and sweat
started to form on both of us and he gave into his lust. I gasped as he
tried to press himself deeper into me and he sighed heavily and grunted as
he pumped his thick dick into my most sensitive parts, his cock stroked my
insides and they felt as if they were being rubbed raw, nerves exposed, I
shuttered as he pressed his body onto me even more, trying to press his
cock even further into my sore and stretched ass. His body tensed and his
balls tightened as he gasped and shuttered, Cumming inside of me, filling
me white hot white liquid from himself, he slowly thrust his penis into me
in long hard strokes, making sure he cummed to his full extent. He
shuttered some more and he shot into my ass, until his dick stopped
expelling the slippery white cum into me.
	I collapsed, exhausted, with him onto of me, supporting himself and
me against the stall, knowing he might hurt me if he didn't. he slowly and
gently reached down and pumped his fingers into my well cummed in ass,
shoving the cum into me as far as he could.
	He pulled his underwear up, and then his pants, buttoning them.
	"We should get back, assembly will be over soon" he stated as he
slowly pulled my own boxer briefs up. I finished pulling my pants on and
zippered them up and then fallowed him out into the hallway.

	To be continued...

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