Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 18:45:58 +0200
From: Internet <succumballs@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad And Son Head West 2

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Ch. 2 Tom at School

My second day in school was completely different from the first day. Dad
told me to tell them that I'd had a 24 hour flu. First thing on Wednesday I
went into Homeroom and greeted Mrs. Peacock. It took her a second to
recognize me and then she sent me to the principal's office since I had no
doctor's note. Mr. Jerkus stood up and took my hand, holding it in both of
his, softly I thought. He was lean and young like dad. "So, you're Tom. Sit
down."

"Yes, Sir." I sat, legs apart, just in case... "I was sick yesterday but
Dad didn't take me to the doctor. He said you could call him if you want."

"What was the matter?" Mr. Jerkus sat one buttock on the corner of his desk
and continued, "You look fine to me." He adjusted his basket.

I watched his low hanging balls slide against the gray slacks. I even
thought I could see the rim of his circumcised prick, the fabric was so
thin. As I studied the ridge line in the trousers he gave his basket
another nudge and the head slid down his leg a bit further.

"Sore throat, but I'm fine now." I said. "Dad took real good care of me."
When Mr. Jerkus held his clasped hands over his bulge I grinned, "Maybe
that's how I got the sore throat actually." I laughed and tucked a thumb
into the waistband of my jeans. My fingers rested over my cock, which had
grown a little meatier watching the movement in the principal`s crotch. I
squeezed myself just enough to make him wonder and stared at his basket.

Mr. Jerkus loosened his tie. His cock strained against the gray cotton
now. I pursed my lips and let out a stream of air. He looked like he was
going to be a nice piece of meat. "You're not one of those boys who cuts
school all the time, are you, Tom?" He sounded concerned, but I kept my
eyes on his crotch. "Because we have rules here, and punishments." He stood
up, his cock definitely pushed harder against his pants' leg now.

I grinned. "No, Sir. Never. Dad wouldn't like that at all, and I never do
anything to make dad unhappy. He takes good care of me." I walked over and
stood right in front of Mr. Jerkus. "He takes good care of me, and I take
good care of him."

"Go back to class, Tom. And be a good boy."

I grinned up at the principal, athletic and dark with thick eyelashes. "If
you say so, Sir." I whispered. "I especially try to be good to nice men."
As I turned I brushed the back of my hand against his cock and let it
linger there just a second, then pushed against his thigh muscle. "Thank
you, Sir."

"If you have trouble or need to talk..."

I turned back and grinned again. He was so hot he loosened his tie some
more and reached into his pocket for a hanky, which he used to mop his
brow. I walked back and stood close enough to feel his heat. "Thank you,
Mr. --uh, what was it again?

"Jerkus. Will Jerkus."

"Right. Jerkus." I grinned. "I like the name." When he rested a hand on my
shoulder I took the risk and brushed my hand against his pulpy cock. He let
out a burst of air and grabbed my wrist. We stared at each other until he
said, "Don't ever do that again, young man." But he trembled.

I wondered if he was mad or scared. We kept staring until I saw the same
struggle I'd seen in dad's face and gave him a look like - now or never. At
the first glimmer of doubt I popped the five buttons of my jeans and let
out the beast. Jerkus froze. I stroked my dick of death, as dad had called
it, and Jerkus went into slow motion. He pulled my hand to his mouth and
licked the slick of pre cum off my palm. When he'd cleaned it I reached
up. At the touch of my hand to the back of his head he leaned down like I'd
pushed a trigger and took my leaking prick head into his mouth.

I let him have a good juicy taste of pre-cum and then said, "I better go."
At the door I asked, "Do your friends call you Wiilliam, Will, or Jerkus
off"

He watched me stuff myself back into my pants. "Willing, usually." He
said. "See you again, Tom. If you need anything?"

I smiled and said, "Let me see your cock." He trembled, fighting with
himself, then in total resignation he unzipped and pulled it out for me. It
wasn't as long as dad's, but just as thick. I wondered how long the pulpy
thing would be hard. I'd never seen a cock with a foreskin and stroked it a
few times. Then I leaned down and tasted it. "Mmm. Nice. Yeah." I stroked
him good and hard, a thick seven incher, and then said, "You like getting
fucked?"

"I think this has gone far enough. Go back to class." Jerkus struggled with
the words.

I ignored the remark. "Because we just moved here, and I don't think dad
has found any friends yet. He's been working long hours, setting up his own
software firm, but I bet he'd like to fuck you. He's a lot like you, real
pretty body, and a big cock, except that he's blond like me. See you later,
Mr. Ready and Willing." I grinned and left.

When I got back to Homeroom I was still pulpy. Everyone stared. I smiled
and sat down. At the break on the way to math Matt sidled up to me. I'd
noticed him my first day, but he wasn't friendly. He's the big jock who all
the girls drool over. He's also two years older than me. After a good
private school in Virginia I was put ahead to 7th grade in California, and
Matt had been held back a year, so most of his friends were about to
graduate and start High School next year. So I was surprised when he put
his arm over my shoulder. "It's Tom, right?" He asked.

"Yeah." I grinned. "You're Matt."

"How do you know that?

I shook my head like - How dumb do you think I am. He seemed like the most
popular guy in the school. He laughed, which made me like him right
away. "Yeah right." He said. "So, you changed your image." He tousled my
hair. "You look great. The girls all stared."

"I didn't know it was so important how I looked." I defended myself. He
pushed me right away. "Sorry," I winced. "Don't get mad."

"It matters a lot how you look. This is San Francisco." I stared at him as
if to say it wasn't San Francisco at all. Just down the peninsula
somewhere. "Yeah, well, you know, it's here." He defended himself. I
smiled, and he knew I wanted him. He put his arm around my neck again. I
sank into his muscle hold. "So, come on." He pulled me to math class.

At lunch time he followed me to my locker and said, "Come with me. We got
to get you into the gang."

"Why?" I wanted to hold my ground.

"Why? Because we are the ones everyone wants to be with."

He was so cocksure, but I liked how he said - we are the ones. "Matt?" I
said. He stopped and raised his eyebrows at me. I made him wait. And he
waited, until I whispered, "You know what, Matt. We're going to fuck with
each other."

He grabbed my shirt. "You little shit? Why'd you say that?"

He could see I was scared, but I held together. "No, I meant we're going to
fuck each other. You and me, in bed." I thought he was going to hit me, but
after pushing me away he grabbed me again with the spirit of a wild
stallion. I nearly kissed him. "Yeah," I continued, "You're going to fuck
me real good."

"Don't you fucking ever say shit like that to anyone. You hear?" He
frightened me so much, I panted like he did. Then I don't know what came
over me. My eyes filled with tears. "Don't, Tom. Don't fucking cry. It's
fine. Just don't say shit like that."

He seemed frightened now. "I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't mean it. I just
meant..." Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't know what's wrong with
me. Moving out here was a big change. Shit. I'm sorry." I tried to pull
away, but he held me. "It's not easy moving. I had a friend. We fucked all
the time. I miss him."

"Come on, Tommy. Relax. You're fine. You're more than fine. You're hot. OK?
You got that? All the girls stared. Just - Just don't say shit like that
out here. OK?" He held my head now so I had to look at him.

"I'm sorry, Matt. Don't be mad. I think you're great." I said. He stared at
me until I knew. "You see? I dared. "We will. And soon, I hope."

"Let's go. You got to meet the gang. And keep your mouth shut." His arm
around my neck he pulled me across the playground. The edge of the playing
court was lined with high bushes, and beyond them the ground sloped steeply
downhill. Matt looked around to see if any teachers were looking and then
said, "OK, just slide down through this hole in the hedge. Come on,
quick. And, Tom." He stopped to implore me. "Don't say shit about us."

I nodded, and grinned. Already he'd said it, `about us', like we were
friends already. I wanted to kiss him. He grabbed the hair on the top of my
head and bent my neck to his shoulder. He could have lowered his face and
kissed me right there. We both panted. "Just be cool." He said. I nodded my
acquiescence and then grinned to let him know he was not the boss, even
though he had me in a neck lock. He released me. "Be cool, Tom, and you'll
get what you want. From me, anyway." My eyes shot him the biggest kiss I
ever thought of. "Fuck, man. What is it with you?" He puffed up and pushed
me away.

"It's not me, Matt." I wanted to encourage him. "It's you."

Hr grabbed my hair again and bent my neck backwards. Then, like a wild
animal, he bit me under the chin in the soft of the throat hard enough to
leave toothmarks. I didn't resist, and when he knew he could do what he
wanted I felt his tongue lick me gently like a mother dog, slow and
warm. Then he growled and said, "Better watch out, Puppy. I got a bite, and
I always get what I want."

That's how I got the nickname, Puppy, at school. "I hope you want it then."
My voice sounded rough after the bite. He growled again, but this time warm
like purring. Then he let me go.

Under the hedge on the slope were five or six other students. After the
dirt-slide of our arrival everyone talked at once. "You're Tom." "Are you
Tom?" "Wow, Tom, you sure look different today." "I love your hair, Tom."
"Great shirt." I smiled up at Matt who sat in the bushes above me on the
slope. Two girls crawled up next to me. "Wow, Tom." One of them
said. "That's something." She got right to the point by brushing her hand
over the bulge of my crotch.

Matt leaned down and whispered, "She loves sucking cock. Just tell her to
do it, bitch."

I smiled. Her face level with my basket, and her hand brushed against my
crotch again. "Go ahead, if you want." I grinned. She looked away
bored. "What's your name?" She said it was Karen. "Well, shit, Karen. We
only have a half hour." And I popped the buttons of my jeans. My white
briefs bulged with succulent meat. Karen's eyes bulged too. I pulled my
briefs down and exposed my stiffening cock. "Suck it, bitch. We haven't got
all day." And she covered my cock with her mouth, slurping and sucking.

"Shit." The other girl said. "Look, everyone. Missy Lickity-lick has to be
first."

"Who are you?" I asked. She said her name was Ally. "You can suck my balls,
Ally. They're nice and sweaty." Ally hesitated. "If you ever want the rest,
you better do it, bitch." Matt grinned as Ally slurped one into her mouth,
then fought with Karen over my shaft. I looked at Matt. I wanted to kiss
him and pulled him by the neck, but he pulled away with a warning look. I
returned to the girls. "Come on. Get me off. Who want the cream?"

They both pulled my cock toward their mouth. "OK. You can take turns." I
stroked myself a few times, clenched my ass and groaned, "Go for it." I
aimed first into Karen's mouth. She took a big shot, then over to Ally who
wasn't ready for such an amount. Then back to Karen and Ally again. Back
and forth until I was done.

"Jesus, fucking Christ." Ally said. "You didn't say you were a goddam
garden hose. I'm covered in it."

"Well, you wanted it."

"Shit. We have three more classes. Come on, Karen. Let's go clean up."

I looked up at Matt who said amazed, "Not bad, Puppy." I would have sucked
him off right then and there, and he knew it. Instead he reached down and
squeezed my cock, milking the last drops out. Then he aimed it to Karen's
mouth. She took it happily, but Matt looked at me like he would have too. I
brushed against his crotch discretely. He was pretty hard, and big. He shot
me a glance that withered me. I nodded. "Later," I said to the girls. He
grinned at me and nodded in agreement.