Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 05:36:15 +0000 From: Nick Alias Pizza Boy <nickaliaspizzaboy@hotmail.com> Subject: James, Kevin and Sam James, Kevin and Sam By Nick Alias Pizza Boy CHAPTER ONE: Being a social worker in a high school located in a poor area is not an easy job. While teachers had long breaks, James Fox worked 12 months a year and even on weekends and vacations he often had to get back to a case. Sadly for him, it got worse when the school fired the two other social workers when the school district faced deep budget cuts. As much as he loved his job, he needed a break and he literally jumped when the principal advised him to go home when a court appointment he had with a student was postponed. James lived some 45 miles from school. The district favoured a Black social worker in a Black majority school and he refused to live in the destitute surroundings, choosing to keep his bungalow in a quiet family area and to commute day after day. Born in a middle class family from New Jersey, he simply didn't have the poor background of the students he dealt with on a daily basis. Yet, the school believed he was a good model for the boys - because nearly all the trouble cases were boys. It felt even better than usual to be home because, as it happened frequently, one of the kids who needed more supervision for a short period was staying with him. Samuel Harris, a sixteen-year-old who had been spared a tough sentence if he stayed away from the bad influence of his brothers, had been living in his guest bedroom since school resumed after the Christmas break. He was on a waiting list for a foster family. After serving himself a cold beer, James opened the sliding door and took his shirt off as he stepped outside. Opting to go for a swim, he went back to his bedroom to change into his orange square-cut swimsuit, grabbed a towel in the bathroom and ran straight into the water. Once he had freshen up a bit, he just relaxed on a floating chair and was almost asleep when a voice called him. - James? It's Kevin! God, it had been over a year now. Kevin Kirk was one of a few dozens of White kids from a slightly more affluent neighbourhood who were assigned to James' school as part of a trick from the school district to obtain more money and raise the profile of the school. Too bad for him, he became friends with the wrong people and turned out as thug. Before things got worse, he was transferred and got back on the track. Now, he kept in touch with James and, once or twice per year since his "rescue", dropped by his house to say hi. - Kevin? What are you doing here at this time? Come! He had just received an advance present for his graduation, his first car. He had driven all the way there after being told James had left for the day. James didn't bother and followed him in his swimsuit. - That's a great choice. - And it was a good deal. Wanna go for a ride? - I can't go like this. Let me dry off and get dressed. Or first join me for a drink. - Ok, good. Though it was a part of his intervention strategy to treat the youngsters like friends, he never went too far and that included not serving them alcohol. Since Kevin was only 19, the rule still applied so they drank lemonade. - You're wearing boardshorts, wanna join me for a swim after? James asked. - Sure. At that moment, even though they were still sipping on their glasses, Kevin decided to get rid of his grey tanktop. Strangely enough, despite the tanktop not hiding much, it wasn't until then that James noticed what a knockout body Kevin had given himself since they had last met. He mentally drooled at the sight of Kevin's perfect chest, not believing his eyes. There was no more skinny kid, now Kevin was impressively muscular with a well-proportioned pair of pecs, wide shoulders, cut abs and big arms. - Someone's been hitting the gym! - Come on James, don't be so modest. In fact, when he looked at his own 36-year-old self, James wasn't less buff than Kevin. He played football in high school, then went to college on a sports scholarship. Now, not having children or even a lover, he was still able to spend as much time as he wished in the weight room and since this proved to be an excellent way to released work-related tensions, his body was almost as hard as when was a QB some twelve years earlier. A fact that helped him at the office, the kids were less likely to attack him. Quickly, the two guys began wrestling in the pool but the match took another turn when it became obvious it was just a lame excuse to feel each other's muscles. Kevin's long-repressed desire to touch James' body was coming true, something that only made the Black man return the favour and treat himself. - Oh James, you know I'm gay. I know you are. Please... Legs wrapped around James' waist, Kevin began to kiss him as he had dreamed since their first session. - Ok let's go inside! James urged CHAPTER TWO: They took a few seconds to towel off on the deck, abandonning their swimsuits in the process and heading towards the bedroom completely naked. While James reached for condoms and lube, Kevin got on his fours and begged to be fucked by James' monster 10-inch Black cock. They were extremely careful to not rip Kevin's tight ass apart, yet this is what he wanted badly so he barely cared. - God, that's hot stuff. James and Kevin froze to death as they looked at the door, discovering Sam who was filming the scene with a cell phone. - Sam, it's not... It's not what you think! Please give me that phone, we'll talk!!! James screamed, still rock-hard despite the situation. - Oh there's nothing to talk, James. I just wanna be invited to the little party. The white guy's gonna suck my cock while you fuck him. It took a second for him to strip and position himself standing on his knees, his cock in front of Kevin's mouth. James waited and watched before penetrating Kevin, for fear that he choke to death on Sam's 8.5-inch third leg. Without realising it, he realised some of his darkest fantasies were reality on this sunny Friday afternoon: having sex with some of his "patients" and a threesome with a white guy in the middle. What he became aware though, was that rumours were true. As evidenced by Kevin and Sam not being first-timers, the gossips regarding gay orgies between many students were proven real. And to think James dismissed the idea when informed by teachers, only to masturbate with the scenes in mind later at home. For the whole time he pounded Kevin's ass away, he could see him go up and down Sam's cock. Sam kept staring at James, enjoying this much more than spying at him jacking off. To think he had given up the idea of ever getting more from his mentor and social worker! - Ready to go James? - Almost. - Then pull out! Sam instructed. Kevin turned on his back and moaned while both James and Sam finished themselves over his chest. His 7 inches of meat hadn't softened at all, prompting James to kneel down and suck him off. Still hungry for cock, Kevin resumed the job on Sam's new erection. When James came back from getting a glass of water, they were deeply engaged in a steamy sixty-nine which he watched from aside. Though he sported a respectable semi, James couldn't go back to sex as quick as the two teenagers. CHAPTER THREE: Some more minutes and Kevin and Sam had shot another load, by which they were quite spent and laid on each side of James. - Guys, I must say that I've enjoyed every second of this more than you can believe. But this must stay an absolute secret, something you'll take to your grave. I could lose my job over this. All right? - That would suck a lot. And how about Mister Cane? asked Sam. - What does he have to do with this? - Well, sometimes, his classes get steamy, Kevin replied. James then heard Kevin recalling a Saturday morning detention a couple of weeks before he changed schools. Cane, the sport teacher, had decided to make the 5 students sweat and he literally wore them out running laps. Later in the locker room, things got a bit out of hands between the boys and Cane ended up walking on a full-blown orgy which he gladly joined after being invited by his students. By then, James was simply too turned on to condemn his colleague's reaction. He himself wouldn't have been able to resist, despite the terrible consequences if the secret was revealed. Anyway, as evidenced by Kevin and Sam back to hungrily slurping on his cock, the boys were willingly having sex with him. Unable to stay silent, he moaned all the way until he shot his load. It had been an awesome blowjob and he could only thank the guys for doing it. - No, it's OUR way to say thanks. You bring us on the right track, you totally deserve our holes for this hot cock of yours! Kevin insisted. James then wondered how many of the boys he saw at school thought the same way... THE END NICKALIASPIZZABOY@HOTMAIL.COM