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Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 3.
With a big smile, Ian grabbed the teacher's hand and placed it right on the stain and smoooshed it all around gooing up the teacher's whole pubes with spent boyman goo. Then with Danny's hand still on his own fly....damn....newly fingering himself.....Ian smacked hard down on top of it with his own hand, and got up, waved his semi-flagging wick at Dan and holstered it back up into his boxers....then zipped his pants while working his toes around to get his loafers back on without bending down to get them in place.
"See yuh tuhmorrah, teech," Ian said as he reached above the teacher's head and pulled the cam and wires he'd taped there. He couldn't wait to get home and download this shit onto the 'puter for the guys! Damn.....he pressed his palm into his pants....just the thought of having his teacher on tape doing him so fucking fine this afternoon made him horny as a fuckin' toad....AGAINNNNNNN!!!!!! He actually shoved both hands between his legs under his balls and hunched against his forearms like a fucking dog in heat.... hollllleeeeeeee sheeeittttt this kid was on fucking fire!
Who'd a thunk it? The first of the dudes to down the new teech....was geeky boy Ian.... not so geeky afterall, eh? Go EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The delirious kid broke into a run for home clutching to the cam so tight he was white knuckling....but....he couldn't make it that far. First....well, he was good at sports and all in spite of it not being his fave thing, but he just couldn't keep up the pace the whole way....and and and....he had to fucking get off...AGAINNNNN!!!!
He charged into the park toilet on his way and practically fell into the bowl getting his ass down and his cock out, qwaffing short breaths which were both the result of his running wild after he banged teecha's face and the need to take himself in hand one more fucking ONCE! He spit in his hand and whipped that puppy to another frothy teencreaming waddddddddddd! "Ohgod! Ohgod! Oh my godddddddd! Sooooooooo goooood!!!!"
Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 3.
Ian waled inside the echo-chamber that was the park toilet! He was drowning himself in his own squeals of joy and downright fucking lust! A lust....if he knew whut that was....like he'd never known.
He was literally bouncing off the seat pounding his toymeat through his spit-sticky palm! His whole teenhood seemed to need more and more to meet his seemingly insatiable desire for the thrill of fuck love that he felt for himself right then....and for the teacher that made it all happen....and his great bud Davey....who staged it all. Godddddddddd he had needed this ohhhhhsooooobaddddd allll his liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!!!
When he finally slumped down around the toilet seat, he for the first time in long moments realized who and where he was. His fucking cumwad was all over his fingers and cockhead. He looked up as he took a deep breath to right himself and there was a rope of his spoo pasted to the stall wall about a foot above his head. 'Holy shit!' he said to himself amazed at his own cum power! and just after unloading twice at school on himself, and INSIDE his new teacher!!!
Staggering up...he made it up to the sink. There was still a faucet that worked. The mirror was long gone so he'd have to make do with what his face and hair must look like. He wet his face and ran his wet hands through his brushcut hairs which gave him the appearance of a shorthaired terrier caught in the rain.
Wiping his hands on his chinos he headed out to the open air and home.....still clutching the picture story of himself and his teacher.
His detour through the park and toilet made him way late and off normal time. His new awareness of his rabid sexual need consumed him as he floated home in a sort of daze. He seemed to make the stairs to his room with out touching a one. He was on his bed and out to dreamland in no times, no doubt with glorious visions of sugar balls and candy dicks dancing in his head.
Davey
All this of course screwed up the possibility of Davey having a leg up on what teacher Dan had been through that afternoon....and Dan was due at Dave's house for 'tutoring' in just over three hours.
His mom would be home soon, so there'd be dinner and back to his room for the final check-around of the cam setup and props he might be able to use to get his teacher to commit.
Dave wanted to fire up his pud one time before dinner but wanted to 'save' his spunk for his chosen 'mark' of the evening. He wanted to be at his most edgy self, fully spunked and oozing his prefuck syrups at the first chance to make some 'scent of teen' waft up to his teacher's nostrils.
Dave nervously spoke with Mike by phone and couldn't seem to get hold of Ian to ask for any special instructions about using the cams. Well, they were all but idiot proof anyways. Ian had them set to operate on motion and they did not function until the desk lamp was turned on.
Dave was feeling less and less secure as he approached zero hour minus one. He was staring at the TV in the den downstairs in a daze. His heart was pounding...his hands were clammy and he kept wiping them on the jean shorts he chose to wear for the 'big teacha deflowering'.
He tried a can of soda, but barely managed a few sips....actually feeling nauseous from it.
As the hour dwindled down to mere minutes until Danny's expected arrival, the 'rents were even a bit at the fluster. They'd never had a tutor in for there their 'little boy wonder' and never met any of his teachers outside of school.
The mom was all about making every little thing in the house just so, and every time she passed a mirror she was primping, preening and wetting her lips.
For Dan, it took all of the four plus hours since he blowed his first cock to recover and get himself in order. He was long in the shower after spending an indeterminable amount of time in the teachers' lavatory trying to clean himself of Ian's joysauce.
He was trembling the whole time he washed up. He took his shirt off and hung it to air by the window as he scrubbed boycrust off his face, hair, ears, neck and chest. He took a damp paper towel to his sad excuse for a shirt but at least minimized the staining. It also helped release some of the wrinkling.
His pants though....a whole 'nother prob. His own fuckstuff messed them bad, and the stain after Ian mashed the goo all over was massive. He wet-toweled them also, and decided he'd wear his shirt tail out, with his tie knot pulled letting the two tails hang down along the shirt tails. This would be enough of a distraction to passersby to not zero in on Dan's upper body or the pants under the flapping tie and shirt tails.
His tremors abated when he looked in the mirror and saw someone that looked more like him than he thought he could recreate after his being taken through his paces by young Ian.
Mind you, his shame at what had befallen him was outlined in his mind...but with a seeming glow...something...what was it? He couldn't grasp....was it that he'd found something out about himself that he'd never dared think about....let alone play out....could it be? Nawwwwwww! But could it.............?
The glow was actually overtaking his shame it seemed as he walked down the steps into the parking lot with a renewed bounce in his young man's step. The sun was not quite ready to give up the ghost for the day and he threw his face up into the warms of its afternoon rays and felt all the better for it and himself....mannnn he even got a stir in his pants! Damn don'tcha love it??? A cockhound is born!!!
He took a low traffic route home and stopped for a sub to munch on while he put his lesson plan for the next day in place and arranged what he wanted to work on with Dave. Ooooooh! That sent a chill of tremors up his spine so wild that his whole body shook!
He had just remembered AGAIN what happened that afternoon.....cold sweat broke out all over his face as he stared at his desk in the apartment. He was wanting to get everything straight so he could call Gail before driving over to Davey's.
Now he was a clammy mess of tingles and itches again.
The horror was if Ian had told David what happened at school. He'd be a marked man! He might be anyways! If not tonight at Davey's, at school the next day when every kid in that class with Ian smirks and adjusts his cock in his jeans....and then what if after class....what if they...."Ohhhhgoddddd....whutta mess! How could I let them....him....do this to me....how could I be so fucking stupid!!? I should have known what I felt about stuff like....." and his whispers to himself trailed off...."SHOULD HAVE KNOWN"....should have known WHAT exactly???? What Danny? Can you say it Dan...even to your own self....in whispers???? Say it Dan! Say it! it seemed like someone was in the room with him, taunting...challenging....scaring him out of himself...into the open.
Robotically, almost dazed, he dialed Gail's number and they talked for few minutes about nothing. She wanted to know EVerything about his second day as a student teacher, and he was torn between two competing lusts trying to relate to needing....and getting away from both at the same time and for any number of reasons to which he could NOT relate.
He and Gail had been enjoying each other's body for a while now, and the reliving of the feel of her soft curves and girl smoothes were getting his passions wired while he fingered at his cock through his boxers. "Mmmmmmmmm, yahhhhhh," he breathlessly heaved into the mouthpiece thrilling his girlfriend that he wanted her. He humped his pelvics up against his rubbing palm and it felt so gooooood!
They mooned over where they would play the next night....her parents' place or his apartment. Looked like he'd go there for dinner and then she'd come over and spend the night with Danny at his place.
With endless kissy smacks into the phone they said their good byes and hung up...Dan in precum, and Gail moist and rubbing herself so bad she wished she had her lover that very second.
The ride to Davey's was easily remembered from the day before which thankfully, Dan had done in daylight so he could pick out landmarks he'd seen. Soon he was pulling up at the curb. He brought just the one text and a few pages of stu dy/comprehension exercises to both do with David and leave with him to practice.
Dan was really taken by Dave's relatively young parents who crowded right behind Dave as he opened the door. It was like a family reunion the way they opened up to him, greeted and brought him to the living room for an informal sitdown and coffee. Davey finally had gotten rid of the jitters as the greeting part went smoothly, and he was able to hold down his second try at soda.
The parents were glad of Dan's interest in getting Dave's studies back in order, and then wanted some inside stuff about what he thought was the problem. This Dan answered by saying that was what he was going to find out if not this session, but in succeeding get togethers as needed till they were able to square David away.
The folks were satisfied, and they loved the look of the young dude in spite of the feeling they both had that Dan might be too young to deal with this deep stuff like getting into the heads of teens....but then...having been one himself less than two years ago, who better than a peer to solve a boy's troubles. Down deep, the mom had the intuition that boy troubles stemmed from deep-seated stuff and often had nothing to do with schoolwork per se....which was just the symptom of the problem. Dave's dad was already treating Dan like a bud...and all but a drinking buddy the way they carried on through a second cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
The mom told both Dan and Dave that they would be heading out for the mall in a few minutes and that they would look forward to Dan's next session with Dave, assuming he'd be gone by the time they got home. They also invited Dan to dinner the next session, to which he agreed.
Anyways, time was a wasting, and it was past 8:30 when Dan headed upstairs with Dave. It was all as he had seen the day before. Messy, but not filthy or smelling too much like the locker room.
Dave was really itchin' to get something going now after all the stalling with the 'rents. He thought he was going to bust downstairs waiting for them to get the fuck out and leave Dan to Dave's plans for a 'different' kind of tutoring.
Dan was in jeans, sneaks, and a band tour tee shirt. No socks. He looked truly cherubic as he stood at the doorway in the overhead light. It's easy to see why the 'rents were so taken by the young guy...he could be their own son for his age and looks.
Davey was barefoot in jeans shorts, no underwear and a mesh football jersey. He looked quite the dude!
He guided Dan in, and as he was getting things set for Dan to sit with him, his cell went off, and he just switched it off....if he'd have looked at the display he might not have switched it off just then....it was IAN!!!!
By quarter to 9, they heard the call from Dave's mom that they were going, and Dan opened the book and laid out the exercise pages right next to it in front of where Davey was going to sit.
Dan would have gotten quite a lightshow if he was able to scan the room as Davey turned on the desk lamp. Five tiny red lights blinked on from all corners of the room. Light! Camera! Actionnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
Something about Dan's approach kept Dave's hand off his cock for a good 20 minutes as Dan got more into Dave's head than any teacher that year....maybe ever.
The kid was actually happy with how easy it was coming that he lost track and just wanted to keep doing more exercises and be right again and again. The reinforcement of his ability was captivating.
But...hey, boys are boys, and teens is teens....and cocks is cocks! Long about 9:10, Dave was so pleased with himself, he stretched, leaned up and back with his hands clasped backwards way above his head, yawned, and and and.... he felt that twinge of happies in his shorts when his peter rubbed its head up along the rough denim on it's way to Davey's belly button. He actually got a slight jolt of funs from it, and the book learning was all but over.
He stared at Dan who was writing some notes intently at the desk. Dan was no longer his teacher this night. He was his 'mark'....in 60 seconds....the whole fucking scene changed!
He rutted in his chair next to Dan. Both hands palmed down over his fly and pressed and then he hunched himself ever so slightly against them, and "Whuuuuuhhh!" he shuddered.
Dan looked up and was concerned that Dave might be in pain. "You okay boy?"
With a sheepish grin, Dave sort of shook his head 'No', and then nodded, 'Yes', and Danny started to turn back to the desk. But the movement at Davey's crotch was impossible to ignore. The kid was openly, if v-e-r-y slowly, working his dick....right in front of his teacher and tutor!
Dan for the first time remembered the shattering life events of that afternoon
with Ian and found himself going clammy and shivered a bit. His palms itched madly.
He shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs. Then while trying to get back to what he wanted to show David that he added to the exercises, he couldn't stop sneaking furtive glances into Davey's crotch....just from the corner his eye...not daring to turn his head.
It was now obvious and Davey said, "That's it Mr. Summers....I can't help it! No matter what good things we was just doin' 'ere at the desk...and I was REALLY into it, p'omise....mannn...my dick...just like I tol' yuh in school. I can't stop it, man. Gotta get at it....'iss all I wanna do....I can't....phwoooff...toooo much!" Davey gasped a whispered description of the state he was in, as he really openly gripped his rocket in his pants now, almost trying to point the head up at Dan through the denim!
Tremors building, but controlled, Dan pushed his chair back with an arm around Dave's shoulders and said, "It's ok, Dave....annnnnd...it is SO normal, you would not believe. I mean, I'm not that much older...and it doesn't matter how old you get mostly....a guy can't help having his fun, dude. It's right here in our pants afterall....hanging around to give us the fun we were supposed to have. It wouldn't feel so good to touch it if it wasn't meant to be touched, now would it?"
Davey was shocked.
He never expected Dan to be so open. I mean Dan didn't say anything that hadn't been said before in common as well as intellectual and medical circles, but, Davey found himself thinking Dan was going to be a far more easier touch than he ever dreamed. He was thinking from the innocent words that Dan might even be coming on to him!
Hmmmmm. Was he?....who knows?
But at that point Dan squeezed Dave's shoulder and coaxed him to move back into the desk for another try at the closeout of what Dan planned to cover there that night.
In just a few short minutes, a sweaty faced Davey exasperatedly shoved back away from the desk and stuffed his right hand in his pants altogether....can't Teec...Mr. Summers. It's it's...gotta...."
To Dan it seemed that the kid was all but hysterical. He'd never seen anything like this....not even in his own horny self! He was getting a bit scared even, that this might be bigger than just a kid needing to get off.
Dan grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Look, this might be the best lesson we could do tonight. Let's try and get past your need to get off every time you think about it."
I think this is the most important thing we will do here...maybe ever! Go take a shower. Dry off, come back here....don't beat off. Just cool down and come back and lets see if we can focus your attention on one page of reading and comprehension. I promise that will be a big step."
Dave liked everything about 'the new plan' except he needed to cum man!
Here was Dan getting up and following the kid as he dropped his shorts...."Now don't make me come in there to make sure you don't rub one off, hear?" Dan called out.
How Davey WANTED the young teech to do just that!!!!
Dan found himself rubbing his own butt as he got a full screen view of Davey's tail smile just as the kid stepped out of the denims and disappeared through the bathroom door. 'Cute butt," Dan smiled to himself as he headed back toward the desk.
Davey didn't believe it, but he managed a shower WITHOUT even one pull on his pud. He did wash it....a lot, and dried it up hard, put not ONE pull! He did seem to belabor diddling that soapy finger up his hole though. Maybe that gave him some semblance of relief.... orrrrrr made it worse!
When Dave came back into his room, Dan was leaning back in his seat at the desk resting his eyes. Was he dreaming of sugar dicks dancing in his head...hmmmmmmmm? or just the last of Davey's butt as he went into the shower?
Dave made a bump into him to shake him out of it and they sat down again. This time, Davey was just wrapped in his towel around the waist....and barechested.
He picked up at the spot Dan's finger pointed to and they got down the page perfectly.
Then Davey stood up, and with one bare foot on Dan's chair, he held the note paper with the test. He read each question aloud and then answered from what he'd read in the text. Dan was so happy for the kid he jumped up and grabbed Davey's two hands and clutched and shook them in celebration!
Dave held on and as he pulled Danny to him, his towel fell to the floor.
He was balls naked to his teacher, who he was hugging now....tightly hugging him to his naked chest....breathing so hard into the guy's right ear. Tighter yet he held Danny.
Then as if by magic, and when Dan was fearing for himself and his feelings, and his hardening cock, Dave released Dan from the tight hold but still had his arms now wrapped loosely around Dan's waist where he was applying the slightest constant downward pressure and Dan just sat slowly right back down into the chair at the same time that Davey put his foot back up on the chair right behind Danny's butt.
"You give me so much help tonight Mr. Summers..."
"Gave me..." Dan corrected.
"Yeh right. N'ways, I can't believe how you have got me to work this stuff out...even yuh know....my...yuh know..." he trailed off as his needy 6+ inch meaty prick stood higher with each heartbeat. It wickedly bobbed before Dan's flustered, sweating, beet red face.....
Dan stared. Chicken skins rose and covered his entire body as cold sweat broke out all over him. Ian's face....his hot-fired dick flashed before him that very second!
It WASN'T Ian! It was Davey. It was happening again!!! He couldn't. His eyes welled up.
He looked up at Davey. The boy's face wore a solemn, almost pained expression. His eyes pleaded to Dan.
Blubbering a bit....the straining boy called out, "Ohhh man...Mr. Summers....you said you'd help me. You p'omised....and you really are...but...yuh jus'...yuh gotta....hepp me more! Godddddddddd!" he screamed! "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEZE! HELP MEEEEE!"
Dave's hand reached for Dan's and ever so slowly....he curled Dave's fingers around his hot poker. Dan felt the throbbing boydick. It wasn't anything like he'd ever imagined. It wasn't at all like his own cock! But it WAS just like his own dick! No! It was...it was...BETTTERRRRR! He couldn't breathe....his head was spinning....he felt sick....passing out....?
His head sort of flopped back like a new baby's does....needing to be supported....
Davey reached back behind Dan's neck...."It's ok, man. I know you wanna hepp me Mr. Summers....and sometimes things is hard to do....but this is soooooo...." Davey's soft tone ebbed as he pulled his tutor/teacher's head over his redboned cockhead!
Dan was....somewheres else. As his open-mouthed face came up and forward he once more looked up into Davey's face....that pained look was still there. He needed....so much....to help this sad....this hurting....boy.
The soft and muushy head belied the steeled rod behind it. It slipped forward to the middle of Danny's tongue!
"Ugh! Ugh! Unnnnngh! Uhno! Uh! Help me! Ohgod! Take it! Ohahmcummmin'! sooooooooo fast, oh god I can't....I wanted ....oh phwoooofff! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Davey wheezed, gasped and panted in the throes of the most violent cumblow he'd ever had! He trembled there before his shocked teacher!
Danny's eyes closed. His lips were closed over the oversized invader. He didn't yet know what happened. He didn't yet know what he did. Dan's lips were loosely on the teen cock and the saved cum Dave had had not spent for a whole day flooded Dan's mouth.
S-l-o-w-l-y, there was just a trickle....then more....a stream of silver syrup, then a mix of spit, syrup and bubbles....then gushing goobs of oozing boyspurge!
"I'm s-o-o-o s-o-o-o-o sor...uhhhh....sorry Mist....Teech....I didn't....mannnn...I needed to blow so fuckin' bad I couldn't stop...ummmff!" the kid was still droozing spunk into his teacher's mouth, and now he was getting off on the supersensitive after cum jolts Danny's lips and tongue gave him with even the slightest move or dick pulse!
"Ohmannnn Mister Summ....teech....that wasn't supposed to...." Davey heaved out as he caressed Danny's head into his pubes and hung his whole upper body around the back of Dan's head and shoulders.
Dan could breathe...but just barely....barely enough to keep him from panicking....and he was engulfed in heated, sweaty teen just enough to not be able to draw upon his senses and and and....there was a rustling in his mouth and over his tongue.
His hands had automatically sought Dave's upper thighs and buttcheeks for support as he held on for dear life and that humongous blown boywad!
He felt the same motion at Davey's butt and thighs....it was...nooooo....it couldn't....yes it wasssssssssssss! Davey was humping the young guy's face....he was going to go for it again! Ohhhhhh! Yes he was! Davey was a rampaging ruttfucker in just a few seconds! Dan's face was pushed back, and the back of his head was pressed to the chair he'd been sitting on as the boy overtook him and rammed that handsome prick down into his cocksucker's face....down and deep and back and hump and hunch and pummel and pound he relentlessly took his teacher's mouth!
Davey ravaged the young dude. With every powerful thrust, Dan thought the fucking kid's meat was getting bigger! Geeez...could Danny really think with what was happening? The fucker had to be barely conscious...let alone know where the fuck he was or how fucking big his face reamer's dick felt!
"Slupphh! Gwuckk! Uwurllff!" were the muffled sounds seeming to engulf the room with facefucking fever!
Danny couldn't believe it. The fucking kid was blowing load to the back of his mouth, and there was no fucking end to it. He'd never seen such a splooge of boyteen creamage.... well he surely never shot that much his own self, and fer sure never even saw another kid blow load like this!
It just kept cumming and flowing and spewing....droozing out the corners of his mouth....and now here was the kid pulling the pecker out and holding himself above Danny's face so the young and formerly virgin cocksucking teacherboyman could see the spermage as it oozed from the pulsating pisshole in that reddish mushroom head of the kid's still rigid prick! It was in-fucking-credible...it just kept drooling and flowing and spilling fuck seed from the mesmerizing peehole opening up and closing again like a guppy's mouth with each of the teenboi's cock-throbs!
Danny gulped and qwaffed and gagged and hucced to receive the spoovage and then the fuckingly overwhelmed teacha-turned-cockhound, was astounded when the steel-hard cock drove back in over his tongue, sliding over the slippery silver seed and restarted a whole new fantastic feeding facefuck of the student teacher!
Dan Summers' face looked like an iced donut. There was barely any pinkywhite blush of skin to be seen that wasn't doused with boyspurge!
Danny's eyes opened through the syrupy teengoo and there were strings of Daveycum connecting the lashes of the upper lid to the bottom ones....bubbles of fucksauce were snorfed up Dan's nostrils and then spewed back out on exhale....it was fucking incredible! He was fucking coated in cum!
Davey reached for the cell on the edge of the desk and popped off shot after shot of the teacher's cum-iced face, eyes wide as saucers peering through the silver boyseed strings and gwawwking as the kid deeped his dickhead into Danny's throathole!
Oh man! Oh dude! Was he gonna go for another round? Could he? Could Dan emerge from this with any semblance of his former status?
"Mannnnnnnnnnnnnn.......teeeeeech! 'At was fuckin' AWESOME! You gonna be great fer Sudbury!" Davey wheezed as he diddle-dicked the back of Danny's throat.
"Gwuckkk! Uhwcchh! Phffkkk!" was all Danny could muster.
His eyes were sometimes blank....and staring....and at other times Davey swore they rolled back in his head showing just the whites. He took a video clip of that.
For a young dude with no sex'sperience except for the occasional hum job by a girl at a party, this kid sure had some super sense of where to take this tool of a student teacher as he wore him to the nub down there in the seat of that desk chair.
Dan's Adam's apple kept bobbing and gwulping, sucking air and spit and dregs of boy shoot.
"You good man...you gonna be goooooo-oooood fer us! All'er us!" Davey seemed to taunt. The boy's forefinger...then middle and finally the ring finger slipped into Danny's mouth under the now gently pumping kid's prick. It looked now that Davey wasn't going for a third nut after all.
Davey came up out of his rutting crouch and with that his arching semi-hard cock slipped out of Dan's mouth again. The strings of spittle-goosperm hung between cock and lips and shimmered in the light of the desk lamp, until Davey took it in hand and beat the teacher's cum-laced face from forehead to nose to lips, 'Pook! Pook! Pook!' and then said, "Stick'at tongue out...allway out, cumsucker! Yahhh!"
'Smuck! Spumuck! Smuckk!' he cock whipped it making Danny blink every time he beat on it.
Davey then ran his fingers down and back over that cumslide of a quivering tongue in Danny's mouth. Dan's head seemed to just go with it and came up off the seat of the chair and onto Davey's fingers. After a few more slides up and back, Davey curled the tips of his fingers behind Dan's lower teeth and pulled. Dan started to fall forward....his head and neck strained up awkwardly as he was being pulled forward and dropped to all fours after starting to reach for Dave's arm for support till Dave smacked it away. That woke Dan to the true nature of his plight. He was no longer in control....of anything!
Dan crawled forward slowly. He felt a shiver of shame up his spine. The tugging at his mouth was so difficult for him to deal with and still keep up with Dave, who was backing across the room toward the bed.
Dave kept clear of the angle of the camera in the headboard so Dan's entire show was in full view.
"Open yur pants teeeeeeeeeeeech!" Dave commanded with an obvious sarcasm now. Dan reached up with his left hand and hobble-handed his way forward on just his right. With each knee-crawl ahead, the opened pants fell further down Danny's thighs and quickly he was actually crawling over them. "Shorts, too," Dave added.
Dan pushed his boxers down his thighs and his dick stood out parallel with his belly, bobbing as he crawled. "Fuckin' queer! You love this...don'tcha? Don'tcha faggot!" raged Davey when he saw the student teacher on the bone!
Davey crawled up onto the bed, his fingers gobbed in teacher spit that was building and drooling into and out of the bottom of Dan's mouth under and over his tongue.
Dan crawled up onto the foot of the bed and was on his knees facing the headboard when Dave just lay back to Dan's right on his pillow and said, "Beat off, dude!"
Dan was just about out of it....not sure of anything he heard or saw anymore, and just stayed erect, but shaking both from the tenuous situation he was in, his seeming loss of freedom and from the unstable mattress his knees keep wobbling on. He looked right into Dave's face, but it wasn't clear he saw or heard anything.
"I'll say this just once more...beat'cher fuckin' meat, faggot!" Davey barked, his head coming up off the pillow and his fist clenched in front of Danny.
There was no doubt this time. This was truly the 'changing of the guard.' Dave was in command....and for sure, Danny knew it. He quickly fisted his prick and started to give Davey and the minicam his version of the age old head-bobbing, arm whipping jack-a-wack that has gotten every man and boy through his days since, well....for fucking ever! (Ha! Think of all the moms who think their teenager's all of a sudden taking three showers a day to get c-l-e-a-n!)
Danny's face was flushed crimson and streaming with sweat as he pumped his cock to try and satisfy the naked young turk who now lay back on his pillow, his hands clasped under his head and a big shit eating grin on his face....
"Uhnn! Uhhhn! Uh! Uh! Nnnnghh!"
"Go man go! Beat it cuntboy!" wailed Davey as he diddled a toe up under Danny's tightening nuts.
"Oh! Uh! Gonn....gonna....oh oh! Uhgggghhhhh!"
Oh mannnnn! The cam from the closet got a beautiful shot of the fucker's butt cheeks dimpling, flexing and rutting up and back as he went for his nut there shaking and bobbing so precariously on the edge of Davey's bed.
Danny was going for it...all of it....for this kid who just an hour ago he was tutoring to be a better student....and who now fucking owned that dimpling ass for the foreseeable future!
"Ohhh! Gohhhh! Nnnnnngghhh!" and spunk was flying everywhere. Danny wacked that thing for all he was worth! The pent up tension...lust...being with this kid who made him think things he'd never thought...and Ian...."Ohhhhh!" he trembled at the peak of his blowed wad....his upper body perfectly erect....he seemed to just hang there momentarily....and then that electric surge that fires through every nerve ending in a young dude shook him to his very core and he fell forward, totally spent, right onto some cum slop that shot across Davey's nut-diddling foot.
"Lick it, dweeb! Get all of it! Right between the toes, too, shitears! Lemme see 'at tongue sliding out fum between my toes! Yahhhh! Do it! Do it fuckin' more, man!
"And now let's see that cocksuckin' tongue'a yurs lap up all the rest that faggot spoo fum my bedspread...............teeeeeeeeeeeech!" Davey taunted.
In silent observance, the cameras droned on and on and onnnnnnn.... recording the passing of young Dan's future into the hands....and cocks....of the young dudes of Sudbury High............
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