Mr. Kent's Boys
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Part Three - Hernando's Order
Saturday morning, I got up, ate and put on my jogging outfit as always. I went over to the track and began my stretches. I was about to step off for my first lap when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, there, Mr. Cunt." It was one of the two newer boys.
"Oh, uhm, Hi." I glanced around to see if anyone else had heard him. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name."
"That's OK. I'm Hernando." He did indeed have a Chicano complexion. Also a beautiful body that even through his sweatsuit was obviously well toned. "Mind if I run with yoo, Mr. Cunt?" It was odd. I was somehow getting used to my new name.
"Sure, Hernando. It would be my pleasure." With that, we both set off, Hernando setting the pace, which he took with no trouble, but which soon found me panting to keep up. "So, Hernando, are you on the football team."
"Fuck, yeah, Mr. Cunt. Number 36. Don't yoo even watch our games?"
"Well, no, actually. I've been working on my writing, and I like to spend Saturdays in the library doing research."
"Well, I'll be fucked." Hernando thought about that for a couple laps. Then he decided to change the subject. "Yoo really give great head, Teach. I mean, man, that was the best bj I ever got, even from my girl."
"Uh, well, thank you, Hernando. I'm glad you liked it." I truly was glad he liked it. Glad they all liked it. He could never know how much I was looking forward to Monday's class.
After ten laps, Hernando said that was enough reps. I smiled and agreed. We did a few cool down stretches and then he said, "Adios," and began trotting off. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Cunt," he shouted over his shoulder. The game's at 1PM. If yoo know what's good for yoo, yoo'll be there today. And then come by the locker room afterward."
Shit, there goes my research. These boys had already taken charge of my life in B11, given me my new name that showed they knew what I really was. But now, apparently, Hernando at least felt free to control my life outside of B11. Of course I could say Fuck him and spend my day as planned. But I knew it wouldn't work. Whether or not his threat was empty, I wanted to obey him.
I sat through the game, my first ever. I was in the top bleachers. But when I saw #36 look up at my section, I knew he acknowledged my presence. He slapped #11 on the ass and pointed up to me. #11 then passed the word on to #42. I didn't bother following the game. There's something about a first down, and I guess you get points for getting the ball to the end of the field, but beyond that it was all lost on me. I deduced our team must have won judging from the high fives they gave each other on their way off the field. I made my way through the crowd to the locker room. A burly guy was guarding the door to keep the riffraff out. But he apparently had been told to watch for me.
"Yoo Cunt?" God, did every fuckin dick on campus know my new identity?
"Uh huh," I whispered. And he opened the door.
There were handsome horny hunks everywhere. A few still in partial uniform, but most buck naked just standing around, and some coming from the showers with towels around their waists.
"Hey, Teach! Over here." It was a big black dude. He was in the corner with three other boys from B11. All four were totally naked. I made my way over squeezing my way past bare asses.
"Hello, Boys, Hernando invited me here."
"He didn't invite you, Teach. He ordered you. Ain't that right?"
"Yes, you're right. He ordered me here."
"Yoo's lucky you did what he said, Teach. No telling what we's woulda done if yoo stooded us up."
"Well, here I am."
"What yoo's think of the game, Cunt?"
"Impressive."
"Oooo, impressive, he says. Yoo hear that boys? Cunt was impressed."
"Dontcha think we deserve somethin' special for pullin' off the greatest upset in ten years? What yoo say, Cunt?"
"Ten years. Well, I guess that is noteworthy." By now Hernando and another student from B11 had joined our circle. As I glanced around I realized some of the other team members were heading out the door. I was in the corner with my English 101 class, -- minus the basketball giants, -- all totally naked. There were still about five other players in the locker room, guys who had taken their time in the shower and were in no rush to leave.
"Yes, well, we thought so too, Cunt. So on yoor knees."
"Uh, here?"
"Of course, here, Cunt!" Without another word, I got on my knees, in complete obedience, and opened my mouth. The boys on the other side of the room now took an interest in our corner.
"Yoo want our dicks, dontcha, Mr. Cunt?" The question was followed by snickers from across the room.
"Yes, I want to suck your dicks, all of you. Please. Give me the manmeat I crave," I responded in all honesty.
"Ain't that sweet, boys. Cunt here is begging for our schlongs."
"Well, I think he should wait a while. Don't want to spoil him, you know."
"Yeah, Reggie, you're right. Can't let him think he can eat our sausages whenever he damn fuckin wants to."
"I think it's time to see if he knows how to rim."
"Yeah, yoo know how to eat ass, Cunt?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, let's see." One boy leaned forward, his head against the locker, and reached back with both hands to spread his cheeks open. "Go for it, Cunt." I leaned in and began to probe his anus with my tongue. As it got wet, I pushed in and heard him moan. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined I would be kissing the ass of a hunky football player. I was getting into it when someone jerked me away.
"Hey, I need a piece of this action." The interloper pushed me down face up on the bench in front of the lockers and proceeded to sit on my face. I began to tongue fuck his asshole with as much passion as the first. He squirmed wildly above me until it was too much for him. He swung around and pushed his throbbing dick into my mouth. In quick order, I gave each of my six students a blow job worthy of the team that had just pulled off the greatest upset in ten years. But after all six were served, and milked dry, I found a seventh cock shoved in my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, this IS great. . . . You were right, Peter. . . . He sucks like a pro. . . . Oh, that's it, Mr. Kent. . . . Oh yeah. . . ." Who was this boy? His voice sounded strangely familiar, but he definitely wasn't one of the fuckers from B11. For one thing, he spoke recognizable English. And for another he called me Kent. But his meat was delicious and at this moment that was all that mattered. I sucked him just like the pro he rightly knew I was. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, Mr. Kent. . . . Get ready." I felt his cock spasm and his legs stiffen and soon my throat was coated with the best boycream of the day. "Ahh, like wow. That was the ultimate." The stranger lifted himself off me and I glanced over to see him press a large bill into [I assumed] Peter's hand, who had apparently just sold my services, like a common pimp. "See you on Monday, Mr. Kent."
The boys ignored me now as they all began getting dressed, and slowly left the room. Finally, Hernando said to me, "Yoos better gets goin', Cunt. Theys lockin' the place up in a minute." I stood up groggily, wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and stumbled after him toward the door. As I trudged back to my apartment, I kept wondering who that stranger was. A stranger yes, yet oddly familiar. And what did he mean, he'd see me Monday?