Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 18:00:14 -0800
From: Story Teller <gaytales@gmail.com>
Subject: Nik's Life - Part III

Nik's Life - Part III
"An Unfortunate Set of Circumstances"

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THANKS again to all who wrote to me.  I'm guessing this stuff is genuinely
'good', because nobody had criticized it too badly.  Some of you feel sorry
for Nik, hoping for either revenge or love.  Some of those things are on
the horizon.  But, for now, we're going to have to keep the little skinny
goth punk in submission. :)

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Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of
fiction.  It is not based on anyone or anything.  Any similarity to any
previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely
coincidental.  If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some
great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an
equally vivid imagination.  No names were changed to protect anyone or
anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete
work of fiction.  If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then
don't.  There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on
you. I own this story and anything it is, or that can be drawn from it.  I
retain all rights except for those specifically surrendered to the Nifty
Erotic Stories Archive for their publication online.  No other conveyance
of the contents of this story may be brought into being, regardless of
method (including, but not limited to, handwritten, typed, electronic, cave
painting, smoke signals, etc).  I think you get the idea.

All that having been said.  I hope you enjoy the story.

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The next morning it was back to business as usual.  Six AM and Nik was
rolling over to set the snooze on the alarm, once again promising himself
he's gonna smash the fucking thing one day.  He lay back in bed, dozing
back to peaceful slumber. His mind drifted into a dream state, his mind
seizing the few moments of opportunity to once again skew Nik's thought
processes.

***

He was at school.  Kyle was there, standing along side his mother and
father.  Kyle's mother stared at him with a dissapointed look on her
face. Kyle's Father is standing between Kyle and his mother. Nik can see
that the older man is naked. He can see the muscular form of Kyle's dad
standing before him.  The man's penis is very small and Nik smiles at him.
Kyle's dad smiles back.  Then Kyle, clothed only moments prior, is also
naked.  His abnormally small penis hung in front of him. Then Mark is
there. Nik waves at his friend.  But Mark does not wave back.  Mark
carefully looks at both Kyle and his father's penises with the same
dissaproving look at Kyle's Mother. Mark kisses Kyle on the cheek.  Kyle's
father kisses Mark on the cheek.  Kyle's mother then walked to Kyle and
kissed Kyle on the cheek.  Suddenly, Kyle's mother is naked.  She walks to
Nik, and kisses him on the cheek.  She then turns toward the others and
extends her arm, as ifpresenting the group of man and boys to Nik. And then
she is gone, replaced by Tony.  Tony places one hand on Nik's cheek and
removes it, and then leans in and kisses the spot he had touched. Tony
reaches down to Nik's groin.  Nik suddenly realizes that he too is naked.
Tony reaches for Nik's flaccid penis...

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

Nik's eyes opened.  "Ok...that was a pretty fucked up dream right there."
He thought as the dream just as quickly faded into his unconscious.  Like
so many other dreams, they came and went, rarely to be remembered shortly
afterward. He rubbed his eyes as he let the thought fade.  He'd been
dreaming a lot lately, and it actually helped him sleep.  Placing his first
foot onto the floor of this new day's world and following it with his
other, Nik drug his skinny ass out of bed.

Pausing by the full-length mirror on his way to the bathroom, he noticed
several scratches around the outside of his mouth.  Somehow they had
escaped the notice of his inquisitive parents at dinner the night before.
Perhaps it had been the spaghetti sauce, blurring the colors and images in
his parents' minds in one of those tricks of the light. Hopefully he could
still write them off today, in case someone decided to notice.  How he
wished that Troy would take it easy sometimes, and not be such a fucking
asshole to him. Troy rarely beat him anymore, but he was still a prick most
of the time; words now the weapon of choice.  "Suck my sperm" The memory of
Troy's command burned his mind. But, just the same, yesterday was pretty
par for the course these days, he thought. He supposed then that it could
have been worse.

He wondered for a moment about the ravagement he'd undergone the day
before.  Snapshots flashed in his mind. Still life images, each a miniscule
part of the bigger picture of hormonal lust. Close-ups of Troy's hairy
crotch bush flashed about, the thick hairs damp and matted from Nik's
slobber and both their sweat.  He could still smell the stench that clung
to Troy's post football practice crotch, emanating from the same sweat that
he could not help but imbibe as he let the star athlete rape his pleasure
from Nik's mouth. Other close-ups included the round end of Troy's banana
shaped cock sticking in his face. Some images had a dry penis, others spit
slobbered, protruding from his mouth and forming a walkway between his lips
and Troy's crotch.  Still others were side-lighted images of the interiors
of Troy's thighs, copious amounts of thick brown hair evenly covering the
well developed muscles. All of them fresh new instances of his constantly
recurring voluntary rape.

There was a word, "rape".  Nik knew that this word explained a lot
really. Troy couldn't just get off, he had to take what he wanted. And he
wanted, no needed, Nik to 'ask' for him to take it. Troy seemed to require
the master-servant relationship in his sexual pleausure.  Nik had oftened
wondered if Troy took such a dominant role in his sexual exploits with the
many girls at school.  Troy had long held the reputation of cockmaster,
sticking his fat dick into the cunts and mouths of the high school
sluts. But then it occurred to him that, regardless, this is what HIS life
had become. He now stood in line, side by side, with those sluts, mouths
all at the ready, and willing to provide the pleasure the jock would take.
Nik recalled his mantra, and it was true. He was to be Troy's bitch until
his school days ended. And whether Troy did or did not treat the girls the
same as Nik, it would not change what would happen when Troy appeared to
him, fat dick jutting from the center of the pubic altar at which Nik had
been made to worship so many times. He would do what he needed to do. "Had
to do." he corrected himself.

Once again he looked at his face. His big brown eyes stared back at him in
the full length mirror affixed to the bathroom door. The narrow
lady-killers were his primary method of attack when he wanted something
from his mom, or any of her friends. Dad's weren't so big on the eyes, but
Nik got them with his witty joking style. Most parents around their area
doted on really bright kids and Nikolas and Margaret had done OK with
Nik. Of course, Nik wished he'd gotten more of his dad's looks.  While his
father's body was actually more on the order of soccer coach, Nik thought
he looked more like an anorexia coach. At 6'2, Nik only weighed 155
pounds. Nik's skin was so pale that it became clear long ago that his
melanin just plain refused to cooperate.  It didn't matter how long he was
in the sun, he still came out pale and skinny.

Scanning past his pink boxer briefs, he followed his endless bony thigh
down past the tibia and across his feet. The hulking size twelves hung off
the end of those long bony legs like some kind of clown's feet. Normally
his clothing would belie his actual physical extrapolation, but here, in
front of the mirror, it was only the baggy boxer briefs. He dropped them to
the floor and stepped backward, taking in the full length of his body. He
actually looked more normal, without clothing.  He was so thin that any
single item of clothing stood out conspicuously. For this reason he had
adopted the punk style, with the skateboards and baggy jeans, and the crew
had welcomed him right in.  Standing there now, however, he was pleased
with how he looked.  He scanned once again, looking first at his shoulder
length jet black hair as it limply emanated from what was now a sleep
altered part running from the crown to his forhead.  He moved quickly past
his embarrassing pigeon chest, for which he so often required witty
responses to quips. Moving along, he realized that at least one benefit of
being so thin was that you got great abs by default, albeit small
ones. Nik's only physical pride in himself had been his six-pack. Well, his
abs and the rather generous slab of beef that hung just below them. Five
full flaccid inches of hot dog thick boyhood hung limply from his
groin. His black pubes scattered lightly tapering from about an inch of
bushy hair at the base of his dick, to a very thin whisping of hair three
inches up.  From there, Nik could search for days and not find another
single hair on his body, not even under his arms. Sometimes he liked that,
and other times it made him feel like a boy and not a man yet.  He
willedfor more hair to grow with all of his mental resources, but his will
was clearly not that strong.

The thought of his own will shocked him back to the real world.  Nik took
his eyes off of the mirror and headed in to take a shower.  He knew he had
to hurry, recalling that he'd fallen asleep last night and didn't do his
History homework.  The last thing he needed was grief from detention happy
"jack-off-your-son", he laughed aloud being again reminded of the humorous
way Troy made fun of it.  Again, he thought, why am I laughing at the big
dumb jock's joke?  Well, it is kind of cute the way he said it.  Geez, he
thought, he couldn't believe he used references to both Troy and cute in
the same sentence.  Shaking his head, he turned toward his business in the
room.

Nik had finished brushing his teeth and showering.  He tried to jerk off,
as is his morning shower ritual, but his erection denied him the
privilege. As the hot water hit the abrased flesh, the light sting brought
back the memory of last nights disturbing recollections.  He was sharply
reminded that he had jerked off what was likely two times, and he didn't
even know he had done it. His penis went immediately limp at the
overwhelming confusion that erupted in his mind when he thought about it.
He had gotten turned on, and unconsciously jerked off, to memories of the
most horrible night of his life. Nik didn't think it possible to think back
on the terrifying experience with 'any' sense of eroticism. But there it
was; the proof was in the pudding, as it were.  He evidently had done just
that.  He turned his thoughts back to his shower. Minutes later he was
dragging a large rectangular piece of terry cloth across his body,
carelessly caressing away the droplets of water clinging to his skin. Once
he had thoroughly snaked the soft cotton towel around his tennis ball sized
ballsac, and satisfying himself with the absence of moisture around his
gonads, he exited the bathroom.

Dressed, Nik bolted down the stairs. Breakfast was one rapidly chugged
glass of OJ, followed by two pop tarts sandwiching several sausage links
his mom had prepared. Not liking the scrambled eggs, and once again
wondering why she always made them for him and his two little brothers, he
left them for the little guys. His mom hated the diet he had, but as long
as he at 'something,' and the dinner 'she' prepared for him, she managed a
healthy internal cooperative attitude. This thought never crossed Nik's
mind however as he hopped in his jeep and headed to school. Nik was focused
on getting to the library and finishing up his History homework.

He pulled into the driveway of school. Fuck, the lot was full.  He'd need
to go all the way around to the back lot near the Social Studies and
History Wings. Traffic had sucked, slowing his progress dramatically and
making him late.  He found a spot at the end and sprinted from his vehicle
and across the massive parking lot trying to make up the minutes that
traffic and parking had stolen from his schedule. Zig zagging through the
mass of cars, he ran up the concrete steps reaching sometimes four or five
steps at a time.  Breathless, he sprinted through the quad toward the
library's fire exit, praying it was propped open as it usually was. At
break-kneck speed, Nik sees the thin black line running vertically, just
off center of the pair of fire doors, indicating his shortcut lay ahead.
He reached out his hand for the door, his plan to zip in unnoticed and get
to work.

THWACK!

He ran squarely into hulking form of Phillip Hoberman. One would think the
flabby form of a two hundred fifty five pound heavyweight wrestler would
have been more pillow-like. But as Nik ran squarely into the massive fleshy
kid from his History class, he found it was not so. The big wall of a kid
stopped him in his tracks. The scene was much like a mosquito running into
a train. The mosquito, Nik, stopped in motion and then bounced backward,
falling into the grass.

"What's up little man." Phillip laughed a bit, completely unphased by the
bug bouncing off of him. "You oughta slow down and watch where you're
going." He reached down, helping Nik stand to his feet.

"Sorry Phillip." Nik moved toward the door behind Phillip.

"Ohhhh...Nik. Where ya goin man?" Phillip tried to make a little small
talk.  But Nik was in a hurry.

"I got some homework I gotta finish before class later." Nik stopped for a
second to answer the question.

Phillip's eyes darted about a little bit, quickly glancing at each area of
the quad. "Well hey, check this out, I'm glad I we ran into each other." He
smiled as he continued.  "Listen, I got a flat on my Suburban and I was
just going to go change it." He continued checking out the various areas
around him, appearing to be distracted. "It'd sure be easier if you could
give me a hand."

"Shit Phillip, I really need to get this homework done." Nik was torn.

"Awe, c'mon man, give me a hand." Phillip looked at Nik.  "Please man, I
promise I'll be TOTALLY grateful!"

Nik suddenly realized the value of that comment.  Phillip was a really
popular kid with the jocks.  This favor could return itself tenfold in
terms of respect from the Jocks, further reducing their desire to abuse, or
possibly even use, him.  Nik was cautiously hesitatant.  After all, even
Phillip had used Nik in the past, though their brief encounters were not
entirely unenjoyable. Besides, all he ever wanted Nik to do was jerk him
off anyway. Often times, he'd even reach over and rub Nik's dick through
his jeans, seeming to enhance his own enjoyment as he caused Nik to squirm
from the sensation. Nik didn't need long to think.

"Sure Phillip, what the hell, I'll give you a hand." He said, receiving a
satisfying smile from Phillip in return. This was a good idea.

Nik turned toward the parking lot, allowing Phillip to take the lead as he
followed.  The made their way all the way back through the parking lot the
way Nik had come himself.  Nearly making it all the way back to Nik's own
jeep, they finally arrived at Phillip's Suburban.  Phillip moved along
passenger side of the truck, reaching for the side door. Nik, noticing the
back tires were fine, moved around to the driver's side.  Nope, this tire
looked fine too.  Duh! he thought, that's probably why Phillip is over
there. Moving back around the truck toward the obvious location of the
flat, he was shocked to see Phillip standing in front of the opened side
door, cock exposed...and Phillip's fat belly hanging over his stiff fat
dick. The uncircumsized foreskin curled past the end of the boy's penis,
shrouding that with which Nik now knew Phillip really needed 'a hand.'

"Ya know, I just remembered that I changed that tire." Phillip's cock oozed
precum that leaked from the gnarled flesh of his foreskin. "But hop in here
buddy, I can still use a hand." His dick bobbed up and down as he stepped
backward, clearing the way for Nik to hop inside. "I was telling the truth
though, I'll be TOTALLY grateful." Phillip smiled
broadly. "Really. TOTALLY!"

Nik was totally bummed out.  As me moved toward the van, he realized that
now he'd never have time to get Jacobsen's homework done.  He was
doomed. And he knew he could write off any benefit from having helped
Phillip. This was the type of 'help' that they all took, with little
compensation for their helper. But, just the same, Nik stepped into the
back of the truck, taking a position toward the rear door atop a pile of
old rags.

Phillip pulled his pants up enough to step in the truck after Nik. Heavily
rocking the truck around as he moved, Phillip fumbled to move into a lying
position on the carpeted floor near the wall, affording Nik room to
relocate himself along side of him. He lay on the floor looking at Nik, his
eight inch fat dick sticking straight out, perpendicular to his body. The
flabby fat around the base of his penis rose about the shaft, creating the
illusion of a fountain of flesh appearing from the nothingness above him
and flowing into the soft flesh, rippling outward in response. And a
sizable ripple, consuming a full three inches of Phillip's length.

Nik repositioned himself next to Phillip's mountainous form, kneeling
beside the big kid and resting on his heels. He reached out and grabbed
Phillip's fat dick with his hand. He was impressed with the fat jock's size
and had wondered more than once how big it might really be if Phillip were
to lose his weight.  But time guided Nik's efforts now. He pressed his fist
downward into the inches of fat before grasping it at the base and slowly
began to stroke the fleshy member.

A hissing sound escaped Phillip's lips as the first long strong stroke drug
itself along the length of his penis.  It had been weeks since his penis
had been touched by foreign hands. He relished the sensation as Nik's hand
stroked him. Up and down, up and down, Nik's fist gripped Phillip's cock,
massaging the length. Phillip responded by trying to move his hips up and
down. Nik found it odd the way the boy's big form did not seem to move when
he did this. But, as if entirely on its own, Phillip's fat cock would
beging moving up and down, pistoning in fucking motion upward and outward
from his body.  Nik worked in reciprocals. As Phillip would raise his fat
dick, Nik would stroke downward, fully completing Phillip's tight-eyed
fucking simulation.  Upward he would force his hips as Nick gripped tightly
to the skin on his cock, grinding it against the blood filled cylinders
that lay beneath.  Over and over they did their dance, hand to cock, back
and forth. Nik's hand pivoted at the wrist, creating a back and forth
motion that spiraled the movement of cockflesh as Phillip fucked the other
boy's fist.

"Faster" Phillip uttered the word, moving his hips a bit faster. Nik
responded.  He began pumping the big boy's fat prick faster in his hand.
The hips of the fat kid bucked upward again and again, meeting Nik's fist.
The sound of the bony fist on the rising flesh made a slapping sound again
and again. Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap, Nik's hand
smacked Phillip's groin flesh again and again, the mounds of curly pubic
hair doing nothing to muffle the sound. Phillip lost himself in his
imagination, thinking of Tanya Slanger when they were still dating.  She
used to love jerking him off, but she could never jerk as long as Nik
could. No, he let his mind change the faces; Nik is much better than
Tanya. His cock stiffened a bit further at the erotic cherry-on-top of
knowing that it was another boy pounding his dick. He could not wait to
shoot his cum, offering up for Nik's reward for such expert skills.

Twenty minutes passed and Nik was still jerking Phillip's chubby
pecker. His arm was numb and his stroke shortened as the muscle contracted
from overuse. A fist shaped red spot had long since formed on the fatty
side of Phillip's groin from the repeated pounding of Nik's bony arm. But
then, finally, Nik got the sign; the sign that indicated the end was
near. Phillip squinted his eyes as he jerked his fat hips up and down,
sliding them through Nik's fist. Suddenly, he reached over and groped for
Nik's jeans, searching for the boy's dick. He found the semi-hard cock
hanging just below the center and to the rear of Nik's bent knees.  Nik
sucked in a short breath as Phillips chubby fingers grabbed his quickly
hardening cock. Hardly anybody had ever touched his dick besides Phillip,
and it was the only thing that made jerking off the fat kid worthwhile. And
here was, at it again, the huge kid's hand grabbing his long dick. But
Phillip was oblivious to Nik's pleasure. He liked the feeling of the long
cock in his hand as he rubbed it through the thick denim fabric, never once
having given in to his desire to feel its flesh. He rubbed and stroked
Nik's denim masked dick taking what pleasure he could for himself.

Nik continued jerking Phillip's fat dick. Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap,
his arm finding newfound energy and range of motion. He spread his legs
slightly, affording Phillip's fingers their own greater range of
motion. Nik clutched his fist around the fat boy's cock, gripping it as
hard as he could in reaction to the glorious sensation as Phillip massaged
his normally ignored cock. Nik beat even harder on Phillip's, up and down,
as Phillip used his own thumb, in a repeatedly drug across the fingertips
motion, massaging Nik ever closer to achieving relief of his own normally
unattended needs. Nik wanted to cum...he wanted Phillip to cum...he
wanted...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Troy yelled, laughing his ass off at the
two scared bodies in front of him.

Both boys jerked their hands back, their efforts and fantasies interrupted.


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Larry Jacobsen stared out the window of his History classroom. He eyes were
glued to the ministrations being performed through the windows of the
distant truck. Long minutes he stood there, staring through the window and
watching the one boy masturbate the other. He wanted to see who it was, but
at the same time he didn't want it to stop. He was happy that he had worn
his jock strap to work. He did most work days of late. The two years since
he had come to the city were a nightmare for him.  He had expected to find
all kinds of willing young men in the city. But, instead, he found that the
educational circle was acutely sensitive to homosexual teachers, especially
teachers like Larry Jacobsen. Today, he felt as if he were being rewarded
for his years of patience and dedication. He could not wait to jerk off his
own tortured cock, now straining behind the thick fabric of his jock
strap. The pleats on his designer slacks hid the torment in his groin quite
nicely, preventing his students from seeing the constantly repeating
hardons from the sights and sounds and smells (oh, the smells) of those
students. And the special liner he'd sewn into the basket of his strap
would soak up the massive precum leakage he would experience when exposed
to them all.

Who was this? Larry could see the pickup truck pull up a few stalls away
from the Suburban.  The boys were going to get caught! Damn, he thought, he
was going to be robbed of seeing the boy on his back ejaculate.  He would
be denied the knowledge of whether he would have seen a fountain of young
semen, or the head of the jerker lean down to drink his peer's
offering. This pickup truck's driver wouldn't be able to miss it. It was to
break up for sure and his heart began to sink as the driver parked.

It was Troy McHenry, late as usual, that had parked.  Larry watched as he
hopped out of his pickup truck and began walking toward the school and, via
that very path, toward the sexual exploits he'd been watching in the parked
Suburban.  And then it happened. The hand jerked back from the penis as
Troy, the boy's apparently oblivious, jerked open the side door of the
truck. He was surprised when the boy's did not cover, or lose, his erect
boyhood. Then, even more to his shock, the hand resumed jerking the big
kid's dick.  Larry's cock responded with a few twitches of happiness. But
what was Troy saying, and why was the kid jerking off the other kid while
he spoke. The jerker stopped again, briefly, as the 'jerked' boy reached
for wallet and pulled money from it.  He witnesses the money change hands,
and then Troy walked away from the Suburban, resuming his trek to the
school. He sees the jerker open his own wallet and pull money from it and
handing it to the half naked boy, who placed the bill into his own wallet,
and placing the wallet back into his pants. As the big kid resumes his
position on his back, the jerker resumes his fisted efforts on the dick at
hand.

"What the fuck just happened there?" Larry's mind was totally blown.  What
the hell had he just witnessed? He shook his head. "No" he thought to
himself. It couldn't be what he thought. Was this some kind of sexual
payment? But how could that be? They were already fucking around before
Troy showed up. Troy must have been borrowing money from the kid getting
jerked off. That was it. It was the only thing that made sense. But why did
the jerker kid give the other kid money.  It was all far too confusing, and
distracted him from the sexuality that kept him glued to the window.

He resumed watching the boys in the Suburban. His breathing was barely
noticeable as he dared not move, lest some other distraction be more
successful at stealing from him his own stolen peeping tom encounter. They
had resumed their efforts, albeit with less than the same intensity. They
were evidently sufficiently close to their respective goals, however, as it
was only a few minutes before the first of them appeared to cum.

It was the 'jerker' that came first.  Though clothed, he could see the
jerking body of the denim legs. Up and down, the baggy jeans bounced atop
the heels upon which their concealed buttocks rested. The chubby hand
between the jerker's legs continued to rub along the jerker's cock until
finally the jerker's body relaxed. Larry noticed, however, that the jerker
never stopped his own jerking. He wondered how this kid's arm wasn't
falling off.  He had no idea how long they'd already been at it, since they
had already started when he first noticed them, and he had watched them for
nearly twenty minutes himself. He was impressed, never ceasing to be amazed
at the sheer energy possessed by youths, and long since lost from the
abilities of grownups. It was exactly this type of energy that drew him to
these boys. He watched the jerking arm in the distance, knowing that it
would pump and stroke and beat and pound and whatever else it needed to do
to extract the most treasured of adolescent prizes from the boy cock
clutched beneath his blurring fist.  His own cock pulsed, soaking more
precum into the liner fabric of his specially constructed jockstrap.

And then it happened. The kid's fat dick shot; the first load so large that
Larry thought he could actually see it across the distance. He would be
denied the opportunity to see the second shot as a small black-haired head
dropped onto the cock. He could see the former jerker, now turned
cocksucker, head dropped onto the fat hairy crotch, obscuring its
appendages with a curtain of long black hair. The head bobbed up and down,
pausing from time to time...to drink up the boy cum that was shooting
upward of course, thought Larry.  He leaned on the windowsill, his
heartbeat feeling irregular, and his breathing so shallow that he feared he
may pass out. He was watching one of the students jerking off, and now
sucking off, another student.  He could feel the heat in his own body as he
leaned on the painted drywall of the sill. He knew that he dared not move
much more than this, lest his tortured penis ejaculate right where he
stood. Oh, he knew that his jock-liner was ample to suck up two or three
loads (some occasions in the past having already proven the fact), but he
would have two classes to sit through before he'd be able deal with the
mess. The notion of a few hours of his cock lying in a cum soaked fabric
was erotic, but not in this particular environment. He watched on as the
two sexual deviants in the Suburban began to calm down. The 'sucker' had
sat back up, and the big kid was struggling to pull his pants back up over
his big body. He would soon see who it was.

Larry Jacobsen's jaw dropped as he watched the culprits emerge from the
vehicle. Nik Themopolous? With Phillip Hoberman? He didn't know what
shocked him more...that Nik Themopolous was jerking off and sucking the cum
out of another boy?  Or perhaps it was that Phillip Hoberman was the
recipient? It was not so much, he thought, that Phillip was getting
serviced.  He was a jock, a wrestler, and it was far from uncommon that a
jock might extract their sexual pleasure from the weaker punks and fags in
the shoolyard. But that Nik would be jerking off a big kid like Phillip,
was somewhat confusing. It could be that Nik and Phillip were young
lovers. No, that's not it, he thought. And then he thought about Troy
McHenry and his confusing interruption...and the money, what about the
money? No, it suddenly occurred to Larry what it was. Nik was just what he
though he was. He's one of the boy's the jocks are using. He wondered if it
were voluntary, or under duress? Oh, how he hoped it was under duress.

RING RING RING RING RING

The ringing bell signaled the end of class. Larry quickly became
Mr. Jacobsen again, ripping his attention from the window view.  "OK,
pencils down!"

Some of the kids chuckled. Half of them were already half way out the door,
dropping sheets of paper into a pile on Mr. Jacobsen's desk as they made
their way through it.  Gloria Reed walked up to Mr. Jacobsen, stopping next
to him by the window and looking briefly to see what he'd been staring at
for so long.  Noticing nothing, she extended her quiz for him to take from
her directly.  Her teen-lust ridden eyes dug into the bigger teacher's,
searching for something. But, once again, it would not achieve the response
she desired.

"Thanks for the extra ten minutes Mr. Jacobsen." she fluttered her
eyelashes, pouty lips smiling in thanks as if to suggest he'd missed the
time limit of their quiz purely for her benefit.

"You're welcome." Larry responded, still not entirely recovering from his
inward lustful confusion.  Mr. Hyde gave way again to Dr. Jekyll as
Mr. Jacobsen quickly took over, regaining his composure. "Off you go
Gloria."

A new group of students were already filing into the classroom.

"OK People, let's take our seats." He took an oddly firm stance,
considering that class would not start again for another two minutes. "Sit
down and let's be quiet. I'm feeling detention happy today and I think a
little punishment may be in order."  He smiled.  The already two-thirds
full classroom largely smiled back at him.

Little did they know...  Many a truth is spoken in jest.


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Well, I hope you liked Part III of the story.  You can drop me a line if
you want to at:

GayTales@gmail.com.

Flamers...get lost.  I don't mind criticism but...IT's FICTION.  Don't be
mean!  But, by the same token, I can take some criticism.  :) So hey,
please offer some thoughts.  I've built in a lot of plot tangents to
exploit so tell me what you like, or what you 'would' like.

Let me know what you think?

And, of course, thanks for reading!