A new series I'm starting, unrelated to the other one. Comments and feedback are always appreciated.
I was failing my history class. It was completely unavoidable. I blamed my failure on a combonation of two things: My lack of effort, and the teacher being a complete psycho. The man was near impossible to communicate with, and gave assignments that made very little sense. I wasn't the only person with this problem, and it was not uncommon for my friends and I to have a good bitch session about the teacher.
"Dude I fucking hate Mr. Henderson," My friend Jarrod said.
"I agree, man. He's totally full of shit, and he can't teach to save his life," I replied.
Everyone else in the group nodded in agreement. There really wasn't a whole lot to say on the matter, as we had had this conversation about eighty times in the past two weeks. The conversation eventually changed topics, and eventually the bell rang, indicating that it was time to for classes to start for the day. That meant I got to go see Mr. Henderson.
I walked into the room and noticed an awful smell. It smelled like some bad eggs or something, no doubt coming from the microwave that he kept in his room. He had pictures of his family on his desk. One with his wife and two kids, and another that was just his older son. I was surprised when I found out that he had a kid around age ten, as he was about 45 years old himself. He was short with gray hair, and stick thin, but his kid was tall with red hair. The desks in the room were just a mess, and weren't arranged in any sort of way. Everyday we changed the desks to some new layout he had in mind, another thing about his class that I hated.
"Ok everyone take your seats," Mr. Henderson said.
"We don't have any fucking seats," Some guy yelled out.
"Sit anywhere then. We have a lot to do today, and we don't have time to be picky."
He conducted his class as usuall. He put some powerpoint up on the screen, and handed out guided notes. I zoned out. I didn'find ancient Egypt and their pyramids to be interesting, so I just day dreamed for awhile. The class was going by rather well, until he handed out yet another project. I quickly scanned it and read over it. Great, another fucking poster. It felt like we did three of them a week, and we probably did.
"Butcher paper is in the back of the room. Posters are due in three days," Mr. Henderson said. "I expect A's out of all of you. Oh, and Mark, can I see you at lunch please."
Fuck. I really did not want to spend my lunch time with him. It was a precious 45 minutes, and I could not think of a worse way to spend it. The bell rang, and we all filed out. I walked to my next class, math, which I was much better at. Math blew by, and so did my two classes following it. Then the bell rang for lunch.
I walked towards Mr. Henderson's class. I approached the door, and noticed that it was locked, and the lights were off. Great, he had completely forgot that he was going to waste my lunch. As I turned to walk away another teacher I didn't know came over to me.
"Mr. Henderson told me to tell you that a meeting was called, and he would like you to come back after school."
"Thanks bitch," I responded, pissed off as hell.
"Watch your mouth or I'll send you to the office. Just know I'm telling Mr. Henderson that you said that."
I didn't care, and I just walked away. I went and found my friends, and sat down. I told them what happened.
"That fucker's wasting your time. God damn I'd be pissed," Jarrod said. I just nodded in silent agreement, and ate what food I could bum off of people. I sat and listened to them talk, in too bad of a mood to talk myself. The bell eventually rang for classes to resume, and I finished out the day. When the final bell rang I was stoked, until I realized I had to go talk to Mr. Henderson. I walked to classroom and quickly saw that the lights were on. Good, he hadn't forgotten me. I walked into the classroom and sat at a desk as I waited for him to finish talking on the phone.
"Thank you for coming to see me, Mark," He said. I just stared at him silence. "I asked you to come see me because of your grade. I think you are aware that you're failing." Again, I was silent. "I think we can work together to fix this."
"Yeah well what do you have in mind?" I asked him, in as rude of a tone that I could manage.
"Well we can start by addressing your mouth. I am tired of your rude tone of voice," He said. I nodded my head fine, it wasn't an argument worth getting into. "I think I have a solution that both of us will benefit from," he said. He walked over to me, and stuck his face right next to mine.
"Step away from me," I said.
"Oh, that won't work for me," he said, and he kissed me full on. It took me a second to realize what was going on, and then another one to realize I should fight him off, but I didn't. Instead I kissed him too, but pretty soon he pulled away. He walked over to the blinds and pulled them shut, and locked the door.
"You six foot, blonde haired man. You really turn me on you know, with your musceled build." He said while he slowly walked towards me. I wasn't sure what to do. I had always liked girls, but kissing him felt good. I just continued to sit and stare at him. "I was worried that you would bolt," He said, as he started to loosen his belt. I started to get really nervous, and didn't know how to react. I just sat there, staring at him like I had the whole time.
He completely took his belt off and went to work on his dress pants. "Mind if I sit on your lap?" He asked me. I shook my head. He finished taking off his pants, and sat across me side-ways.I looked down at his boxers, and saw a bulge. He put his arm around me and smiled. "Take off my shirt," He whispered. He had a button up long sleeve on, and I fumbled a little bit on each button. As I slowly got it off from top to bottom, more and more of his chest became visible, along with his small amount of chest hair.
I eventually got his shirt off, and all that he was wearing was his glasses and boxers. He continued grinning at me, and started pulling on my shirt. "This needs to go," He whispered. I put my hands up to make it easier for him to get it off. My shirt slipped off, and all I had left on was my jeans. He used his free hand to start lightly playing with my nipple, and it shot tingles straight to my head.I didn't know what else to do, so I just moaned. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He said, and started to suck my nipple, driving me insane.
I looked down at his boxers and saw that he had a hard-on. I went to reach for it, but he swatted my hands away. He stood up, then kneeled in front of me. He started tugging on my jeans, and undid the button. He fully unzipped them, and pulled them down to my ankles. My boner was clearly visible through my briefs, and Mr. Henderson lightly massaged it through my briefs.
He continued to lightly rub me as a grew bigger and bigger, until I reached my maximum 7 inches, causing my suppressed dick to ache badly. Suddenly he pulled my briefs to my ankles, and my dick was out.
"No fair," I complained. He raised an eyebrow. "I wanna see yours too!" I half said half moaned. He put on his idiot grin and stood up. Dramatically he pulled down his boxers, exposing his full 8 inch cock, which was as stiff as a flagpole. I reached for it again, but once again he swatted me away. He went back to his kneeling position. He grabbed my dick with one hand, and slightly stroked it up and down. He took his free hand and stroked his own piece slowly, and I craned my neck over to see what I could.
Mr. Henderson leaned over, and took the tip of my cock in his mouth, and used his tongue to lick down the rest of it. It was the best feeling in the world, his hot moist breath on my balls, and his nice slick tongue licking my cock up and down. Then he did something I never thought Mr. Henderson of all people would do to me, and started to deepthroat my dick. Up and down he went for a good solid minute. The room was silent other than my moaning his slurping.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered. He pulled my dick out of his mouth.
"Don't you dare. If you cum before I'm done, there's a stiff penalty," He said. Then he stood up. "One second," He told me. He walked over to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He walked back over to me carrying a small bottle.
"What is that?" I asked him.
"This," He replied, "Is your new best friend. Rub it all over your dick." I did as I was told without argument. "Good, now I'm going to bend over, and you are going to rub it on my hole." He bent over, and again I did as instructed. He turned towards me and said "Good, now I'm going to sit on your lap like before, but if I do this, you'll have to sit on my lap. Deal?" I nodded my head yes eagerly, and he positioned one leg on either side of me.
He bent his knees down slowly, and grabbed my dick with one hand. He slowly grew closer and closer, until my dick was right and the entrance. Then he plunged down all at once, taking all seven inches into me. He bounced up and down up and down, all the while looking me dead in the eye with a huge grin on his face. I was in sheer ecstacy. His ass was so tight, so warm, and so perfect. He went up and down, and then leaned forward and started kissing me. I pulled the glasses off of his face, and through them to the side.
"I'm going to cum..." I whispered again.
"No. Not yet." He told me. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself, and I shot a good five loads deep into his anus. "I wanted to taste that," He told me. "And I am going to taste it." He stood up, and bent over. "Suck it out of my ass. Suck it all up right now." I slowly put my lips to ass, and lightly sucked. "More suction," He said, so I sucked harder and faster, and slid my tongue up into his magic little hole. Slowly the cum oozed into my mouth, until I had a decent mouthful.
He turned towards me, and pressed his lips to mine, and parted them with his tongue. He slowly massaged my tongue with his, and slowly scooped the cum with his tongue from my mouth to his. He appeared to savor the taste, and the swallowed the mouthful with a statsfied gulp. "Your turn to sit on my lap," He said. I got nervous here, as I was worried about the pain. He grabbed the bottle and started to coat his dick, and the told me to stand up and bend over. I did, and he slowly rubbed my asshole with two fingers coated in lube. He then slid them into my ass slowly, and I gasped.
I turned aroung and he sat in the chair that I was previously in, and slapped his legs. "Take a seat," He said. I put one leg over him, like he did, except I faced away from him. I grabbed his cock like I had seen him do it earlier, and guided it to my hole. I got close, and tried to slide it in, but I was to tight. "Hmm," He said. "Stand up, and bend over the desk there," He told me. I did, and he walked up behind me. He put the tip of his cock right up against my hole, and pushed slowly. He started to penetrate me, firm but gentle.
"Ow!" I started cry, but he hushed me.
"Remember where we are," He said. "It takes a minute, but it will feel good," I believed him, and he slowly pushed forward, until I had about an inch of him inside me. Then the pain started to fade, and suddenly it felt really good. He kept sliding in at a gradual pace, until he was all the way in. He started to pull out, and just before he popped out he started to push in again. It was a slow proccess, but he slowly got faster. After about three cycles there was no pauses, and was ready for him to go faster. I started pushing back against him, and he took this as a sign to go faster. He started to hump me and faster rate. He built up until I could no longer tell where inside me his penis was, only that it was there. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, and I was feeling amazing. My ass felt so full, and so great, as this man violated my sacred place.
Mr. Henderson started to slow down a little bit, and I knew he was going to cum. He put on one last burst of speed and threw all of his stamina into. He pushed deep inside of me, and I felt his hot cum fill me up even more. I heard the pop as he pulled out, and the drips as the cum started to fall to the floor. He put his mouth against my asshole to stop it from staining the school carpet, and he kneeled like that until he was confident no more drips would come through.
I turned aroung and kissed him, and did a cum exchange like we did earlier. I wanted to slowly scoop the cum from his mouth, but he was having none of that. He pushed all into my mouth, and did his best to push it down my throat. I swallomed it, and we broke apart.
"Get dressed. We've been in here awhile and some of the other teachers may start to wonder," He said. I nodded, and started to gather my clothing. I watched him get dressed, and wondered if that would be our only sex. "Don't think you're of the hook yet," he said as if reading my mind.
"When will we..." I started to ask, but trailed off.
"Soon. But not here again," He said. I was okay with that.
"You know, less than three hours ago, you were my least favorite teacher," I told him. He grinned.