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Part Eleven - Boys and Toys
On Wednesday, Peter came to class a few minutes early and told me Englehart was very pleased and I'd probably be having more dates with him. But he warned me not to go arranging anything on my own. I had to work through Peter. I told him I understood, and wondered how many others he was going to sell me to.
The boys worked on their stories. I used their creations to discuss metaphor and simile, point of view and voice, and a little bit of grammar. I explained it would be a lot easier if they wrote on the computer from now on. They could edit their work a lot easier, use the spell check if they thought they needed it, and even email the revisions to me.
So, the writing part of English 101 was beginning to get real interesting. However, the three times a week suckoff was beginning to get old hat. Near the end of class, I would kneel on the floor, the ten of them would drop their pants and one by one I'd suck their cocks until I was rewarded with ten abundant mouthfuls of jizz. Satisfying, yes, but it was beginning to get predictable. So I made a suggestion.
"On Friday, instead of coming here, let's meet at my shop downtown."
"Field Trip!"
"Yes, a field trip. You'll get a chance to look around, see new things, get new ideas. Even talk to the customers. Take notes if you want. You don't have to buy anything, but if you do, I can get you a 10% employee discount." I gave them the directions, and they began making up car pools.
"Hey, Kent, what brings you in so early? Your shift doesn't start for several hours." I explained to Phil, the clerk on duty that my class would be stopping by. "What is this, some sort of Sociology class? I thought you taught English."
"Well, it's kind of a special section. Anyway, I don't expect any problem."
The boys arrived and were awestruck by the array of equipment and literature in stock. They walked the aisles, handled the merchandise, spoke to Phil and some of the customers. A couple actually did take notes. And they bought stuff. I helped Phil ring them up. Ronnie bought a dildo. Not the usual suction cup type, but a hard plastic one that could be screwed down. Good old straight Malcolm picked up copies of Honcho, Blue Boy and Inches. Reggie and Emer selected a handful of DVDs. Pepe wanted handcuffs. Peter, my pimp, was going around talking to customers, then pointing to me and writing down his phone number for them. Slim Jim and Carl spent a long time talking to one of our regular customers. He took them to a section of electric toys and helped them make their selection. They pooled their finances and bought a Gold Contact Dome ElectraProbe, a pair of ElectraLoops and the ElectraStim SensaVox. Expensive stuff.
Antonio found the viewing booths in the back of the store. "Hey, Mr. Cunt," he said loud enough for the clerk and several customers to hear, "get your ass back here. Just cause we aint in B11 dont mean we aint gonna get what we's due." I smiled at my fellow employee, grabbed one of the DVDs from the library below the counter and obediently moved my ass as directed. Antonio and I went in the booth, I popped in the DVD and was soon in my usual position sucking his cock. When he exploded his spunk in my throat, he left and tagged off to student #2. Each boy got his turn in the private booth with me. It was a little crowded when Slim Jim and Carl came in together but we managed. Having gotten my allotment of boyjuice, I told Phil I'd be back in a couple hours to relieve him. The boys took their parcels and we all left.
Saturday was another home game, so I was ordered to appear in the locker room afterwards to suck off not only my boys, but MacDick as well. I heard Peter whispering to him, offering him my ass as well for a small price. "Not here!" Billy couldn't afford the public exposure. To fuck a man's mouth is acceptable in straight circles, but not an anal fuck. That would have to wait for his next date with me. I saw Peter trying to round up a few more customers in the locker room, but they were all content just to watch and jack off. Peter threatened to charge admission next time.
When I got to B11 on Monday, Ronnie was already there. He told me to take my pants off and sit on my desk. Of course I did as I was told. He began feeling for my asshole and when he located it, used my marker to mark the spot on the desk. He then told me to stand. He did not tell me to get dressed. He opened up his backpack and pulled out the dildo he had purchased along with an electric screwdriver and a handful of screws. He proceeded to install the dildo permanently on my desk. "From now on, Cunt, you teach the class from here, with this shaft rammed up your chute."
"Yes, Sir." I was pleased that our little field trip was bearing fruit. Somehow I knew there was going to be a lot of experimentation now, and a lot less of the same old, same old. I took out my KY, coated my new perch and climbed up on the desk. It was a little awkward getting my ass atop it, but once it was inserted, I could dangle my legs over the edge, and it was really very pleasurable. The other boys arrived, saw my new arrangement and gave Ronnie high fives. I sat there, my prostate under constant stimulation and my small cock erect for all of them to watch. I taught the class as best I could, without the freedom to move around, commenting on their writing, reading sample stories I'd pulled off of Nifty, and leading their discussion. Occasionally they allowed me to stop teaching long enough to jack a while while they watched and smirked. When it came time for the blow jobs, I sat there instead of kneeling. The height of the four basketballers made the job easy, but for the football squad, I had to bend down a bit which of course just stimulated my ass all the more. At the end, I was allowed to lift myself off my pole and then bend over so they could all get a close look at my gaping hole.
On Wednesday, Pepe brought his handcuffs, so now not only was I immobilized, impaled on my dildo; in addition I had lost the use of my hands, now cuffed behind me. The boys took turns holding my papers to read. I wondered if they would also jack me, but no such luck. Instead they seemed to delight in my inability to relieve my bulging balls.