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"Nate Miller to the principal's office" came the announcement over the loudspeaker halfway through geography class, the last period of the day. There was a customary round of "ooooohs" from my classmates as I got up and walked out of the room. .
I took a seat in the row of chairs outside the principal's door. I waited a few minutes and then the door opened and Mr. Campbell, the principal, stuck his head out. "Come on in, Nate," he said.
I walked in and he closed the door behind me, locking it, I assumed so we wouldn't be interrupted. I was right, though not in the way I originally thought I was.
"Take a seat, son,," Mr. Campbell said, motioning to a chair in front of his desk.I sat. He sat down at his desk, doing something on a laptop in front of him. "I received an email this morning," he said, "with a video attached. And it concerned me."
A video of what, I wondered. I'd never committed a crime. I rarely skipped class. Probably someone who looked like me spray painting the gym or something.
He turned the laptop around and my jaw dropped.
It was edited footage of me and Ollie going ass-to-ass at Cale's house, cutting between what looked like a ceiling security cam and a hidden cam on a nearby bookshelf. The angle kept changing. And then me and Ollie sixty-nining. And then me fucking Ollie. And then Cale - his face not visible - stepping up behind me and fucking me while I fucked Ollie. All in rapid succession, a sixty-second clip that repeated once it got to the end.
"Is that you, son?" Mr. Campbell asked, his tone difficult to read - disinterest maybe, like a cop going through his notes.
I'm not going to lie, apart from the shock of seeing it and discovering it existed, the footage got me a bit hard.
"Yeah," I said. I mean, there was no denying it was.
"And that's Ollie Davis?" he said, pointing to Ollie.
"Yeah," I said. Again, it was pretty obvious.
"And who is this," he said, pointing to Cale's back, his ass cheeks flexing as he fucked me in the video.
I don't know why but I suddenly got a feeling I shouldn't mention Cale's name. "I can't say," I said.
"You can't say or you don't know."
"I don't know."
"You don't know the name of the man you're engaging in intercourse with in this video."
"No."
He turned the laptop around and watched the video as he talked. "Were you and Ollie engaged in an act of prostitution?"
I let out a quick laugh. "Uh no, that was for free."
"Was this man your boyfriend?"
"Definitely not."
"Is Ollie your boyfriend?"
"Definitely not."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I pictured Manny. "Kind of," I said.
"And where was he during this?"
"I have no idea."
"Would he be upset if he saw this?"
I thought about it. He probably would. "Probably," I said.
"So why'd you do it?"
I thought about it. "I don't know. I was horny, I guess."
All this sex talk and my dick had gone from a bit hard to rock hard.
"Why don't you pull your chair over here, son?" Mr. Campbell said, motioning to his side of the desk.
I did as I was told. He swiveled around in his chair so he was facing me. We were maybe two feet apart.
Mr. Campbell was about fifty years old. Mustache, salt and pepper hair, glasses. Not at all my type but not unattractive.
"So you just like dick," he said, like he'd solved the case.
I'd never thought about it before. "I mean-"
"And you'll take it from anyone."
I frowned. Definitely not. There was definitely a list of people and types I wouldn't be into.
"I don't know about that," I said.
"Oh yeah, you will," Mr, Campbell said. "I've been a principal for ten years. I know your type." He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. Confident. Maybe a little arrogant.
"What type is that?"
"The type that, if I were to pull my dick out right now, you'd be on your knees in about two seconds."
"Is that so?"
"I'd bet on it. So how about it? I pull it out and you can leave or you can put it in your mouth. If you leave, I'll give you an automatic A in the class of your choice but if you stay, you get to swallow my cum."
I looked at the door as Mr. Campbell unzipped his pants. I looked back and there it was: his erection, hard and thick and veiny and pointed right at the sky.
I pretended to deliberate for a moment and then got on my knees in front of him. "Excellent choice," he said.
He pulled his pants down to his ankles and sat back. I sat up a bit and unbuttoned his shirt, rubbed my hands over the hair on his chest. Some of it was grey.
Then I grabbed his dick with one hand and started sucking. It filled my mouth and tasted amazing and you know what? He was right - I did just like dick and I would probably take it from anyone.
As I blew him, he rubbed his hands through my hair and occasionally put one on the back of my head. He kept saying "Good job, son. Good job," over and over.
My own dick was pushing hard against my jeans but I was too busy sucking to pay much attention to it.
"Good job, son. Good job."
There was about a thirty five year age difference between me and Mr. Campbell. He was old enough to be my dad. Older? Having my mouth on a fifty year old cock turned me on in a way that my adventures with Manny and Ollie and Cale did not.
I wondered how many people had sucked this dick before, so I pulled my mouth off it for a brief moment and asked. My lips wet, his dick covered in my slobber.
"I'd say about five hundred," he replied, casually, completely serious. "A long, proud line. You're happy to be five hundred and one aren't you?"
"Yeah," I said.
He nodded, small talk over. "Get back to work."
I resumed sucking. After a minute he reached down and started jacking as I sucked. "Here it comes," he said, "here it comes."
And suddenly hot, salty middle-aged-man cum was filling my mouth. I swallowed eagerly.
"Oh yeah," Mr. Campbell said as he came. "There's your reward, my boy."
"Mmm," I said. I gulped it down.
Afterward, he buttoned up his shirt and tucked his dick back inside his pants. "Well," he said. "Don't say anything and I won't show this video to anyone, deal?"
"Deal," I said. He didn't really need to make the threat, I wasn't planning on telling anyone, but whatever.
"Maybe next time I'll bend you over this desk, what do you think?"
My fifty year old mustached principal putting his dick in my ass? Yes please. "Okay," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Have a good night, son."
"You too," I said, unlocking his office door and walking out of the room.