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Part Ten - MacDick
By Monday, I was really getting excited about the prospects for English 101. When the boys arrived, several greeted me as Herb. They had all spent the weekend reading various Nifty stories. More actual reading than any of them had done in years, maybe ever. They kept bubbling over telling me and each other what stories turned them on and which ones were shit. Of my own work, the IOK story seemed to be the one they found most accessible. They had explored several of the archives sub-categories and now some of them wanted to change their topics completely. Others simply got ideas for amplifying the work they'd already started. On the board I wrote a list of the different categories and we discussed where their essays seemed to fit best: Adult Friends, Athletics, Beginnings, College, Incest, Interracial Sex, Masturbation, Rural, Urination, Bisexual, even Bestiality. Since most of their work relied heavily on the themes of Bondage, Control, and S&M, most of them opted for the Authoritarian section.
On Tuesday night, my phone rang.
"Hello, Mr. Kent here."
"Yo, Teach, it's Peter. Yooz better start answerin yoor phone the right way. Let's hear that again."
"Sorry, Sir, it's Mr. Cunt. How can I serve you this evening."
"That's more like it. OK, now listen up. Get a paper and pencil. And don't keep me waitin long."
"No need to wait at all, Peter, Sir. I've got them right here by my phone."
"Figures. OK, write down this address. You're gonna be there at 9pm. No later. You got that?"
Of course, I was in the middle of grading papers for Wednesday's Shakespeare class, but I knew that made no difference to Peter. He, like the rest of the B11 boys, was in charge of my life. "Yes, Sir, of course. I'll be there, Peter." It was not my place to ask any questions. Peter hung up and I checked my watch. Just time for a shower and a fresh change of clothes.
I found the address easily and rang the bell. Needless to say, I was very curious about what I'd been set up for. I knew it wasn't Peter's home. I was getting a little nervous and that just made the whole experience all the more exciting for me. The power of the unknown. Finally the door opened.
"Hi, Mr. Kent. Thanks for coming over."
"Englehart. Good to see you again."
"I'm sorry to make you come out on such short notice, Sir, but Peter said you weren't busy. He assured me you'd be happy to come."
Ah yes, I thought, the friendly neighborhood pimp. "No problem, Englehart. I'm glad to be here," I said honestly. "Hope it didn't overextend your budget."
"Well, yeah, of course it was lots more than there in the locker room. But then this is for three hours so of course your price is going to be more, Sir."
"Well, Peter handles all the financial arrangements, and then he keeps his share." I didn't think it was necessary to tell Englehart that Peter's share was 100% and mine was zero. Actually, I was satisfied with my part of the bargain. There was no way my hungry asshole would have ever tasted this quarterback's dick (or the others that would be coming) without Peter's intercession. "So, what do you have planned, Englehart?"
"Please don't call me Englehart. Not tonight."
"You name it. How about Master? Sir? Or maybe Romeo?"
He smiled. "Well, I had been thinking Billy. But now that you say that, OK, let me think. I know, MacDick! You know, like Macbeth, hehe. How's that?"
"As you wish, MacDick, Sir."
"Oh, and look, Sir, I know this has nothing to do with my course grade. I mean I'm not going to blackmail you or expect any special treatment. Tonight is a separate business arrangement between you and me."
"And Peter."
"Yes, I suppose. OK, Mr. Kent, let's go up to my bedroom."
"MacDick, Sir. Just one more thing, if you please, Sir."
"Yes, Sir. What is it?"
"Tonight you should not call me Sir. It is I who will be using that term. And I am not Mr. Kent. My name is Mr. Cunt."
"Yeah, I heard the guys saying it that way. But I didn't think it sounded right."
"It's best if we both get used to it that way. For tonight."
"Well, OK, just for tonight. And for the other nights." I see Billy had plans for the future.
In his bedroom, the young MacDick got more comfortable with his role. We both kicked off our shoes and then he told me strip him and then myself. I pulled his shirt up over his head and used the chance to rub my hands over his perfect pecs. While his arms were raised, I licked his pits and then suckled his gorgeous dark nipples. Then I knelt and gently unbuckled his belt, opened his fly and released his boner. I licked at his piss slit while I removed his pants. Undressing him was done with deliberate leisureliness. I relished the appearance of each new inch of his young well toned body. Undressing myself however was accomplished in seconds. No point in wasting precious time.
MacDick had a foot fetish which I accommodated, first with his socks on, and then barefoot. Then came a reprise of the BJ he'd bought in the locker room. But then he kicked it up to the next level. I became his boy bitch. He fucked me in the mish position, spread eagle and scissors. When he erupted it was all over my buttocks. In only a few minutes, the fecund lad was once more hard and ready and this time chose to do me doggy. In performance, he was obviously gay, a superior top, although his persona on campus was that of a perfectly straight football jock. When it was getting near midnight, he slowed down. He had paid for only three hours and a deal's a deal. I loved the way his big young cock filled my tight bitch asshole, but all good things have to end some time. However, he did seem to imply there'd be other times. I think Peter was going to get rich this semester. Before I walked out the door, Billy MacDick Englehart gave me a long tongue dueling kiss.