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Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 8.
Finally, after a little coaching from Kirk, Dan started to grunted, hump his hand and `call out into the whole of the store how good it felt and how he loves to wack his meat in public and create treasures for the stores customers.
"Love it! Love to jerk and play with my dick! Wanna make ev'vy customer happy with some of myself on these books....ohhh! Uh! Mmmmm! Nnnghhheeghh! Ahhhhh! Cummmm! Cummmminnnnn! Oh good...soo good sogooood! Huhhhhhhppphh!"
Kirk mumbled something as he finished the scene taping about Danny becoming a local legend when the film they were creating was released at the end of the week.
The teacher's ball shoot was all over the books, and even dripping off the edge of the table in some places. Kirk just let it dry where it landed and left the books untouched as he told Dan to get dressed and get out with orders to be there the same time next morning.
As good as Dan felt literally floating on a cloud out of his apartment with Gail on his arm, that's as bad he felt now after the latest in his seemingly neverending rounds of base degradation.
Nothing and no one could take from him the love he shared with his sweet and future wife....till he faced all of that which seemed to ensnare him from the moment he set foot in that first classroom.
Back at Dan's apartment, Ian was pulling up just as Gail and Dan were leaving. Fingering the duplicate key Davy'd given him the night before, Ian hustled up the stairs, ejected and swapped tapes from the machine under the bedroom bureau, and was gone with the door slamming in his wake!
While Dan's was decorating the books at the sex shop, Ian was busy editing the dvd Dan had created in his bedroom for the boys, and duplicating it for the others to play on their 'puters in class.
As Davy came into class that morning he said into Danny's ear, in a high pitched girly voice, words from Gail to Dan that only Dan had heard that previous night: "Ohhh Dannny, I would give you everything you wanted for your love."
Dan's heart stabbed him! and cold sweat beaded up on his face! Were they in the fucking room? Noooo! They taped it...but how? When?
Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 8.
As for Ian, that young dude had been playing it all for all it was worth, humpin', pumpin' and upside down!
After Jason surprised Danny in the stairwell at school the other day, Ian knew he had himself a buddy cockhound in the making.
The security cam in the firelight on the ceiling captured the whole of Jason's needy teacher suckoff...of him pleading with Danny to let him do it...annnnnd most funs of all was the constant calling out to "COACH!"
To have Jason wanting to put out for Coach, AND eating the student teacher's balls dry on video, Ian had him a jockboy slave!
He had invited Jason down to the first floor A-V Studio when he was finalizing the dvd for distribution to the football team, 20 girls, and all of Ian's and Jason's friends, if Jase didn't cooperate.
As Jason watched over Ian's shoulder, he saw the distribution list on the monitor and all the screen names listed. Boring as it was, it was still interesting to watch Ian do magic with video stuff. Then the monitor flipped to the beginning of the actual vid.
Jason's heart jumped straight into his mouth! There he was on the floor reaching for his teacher's fly!
He felt horror! Then rage! Then such deep sorrow like a no boy could ever know!
Ian had turned around in his chair, and smiled up into Jason's eyes as he reached up all of Jason's six foot-plus height and cupped a hand around the pretty boy jock's neck. Jason bent and started to duck out from under that gripping clammy hand of Ian's as it squeezed firmly, yet gently....but he knew....he knew Ian had him dead to rights....and could very well own him after Ian showed him the key under his finger on the keyboard that would send everything out instantaneously....and tears welled in his eyes when his own dick went rock hard in his pants at the mere thought of being on his knees to Ian!
He looked into Ian's face....the smoothe boy face with the green eyes and light brown fly-away straight hairs. Ian had it all....looks, smarts and one fine hornyboi tool that was gonna fit handsomely right in Jason's mouth....regularly!
Ian started to open his pants as he pulled Jason closer to his fly, but Jason just went for it all. He gently slipped the ziptab down and when the checkerboard design of Ian's boxers was in full view he planted his face right between the fly flaps and sighed the sigh of one who has achieved his ultimate goal in life....and yet....this was barely the beginning for Sudbury's newly awakened cockhound!
Ian was shocked to his gut when his whole insides did flips at the heat on his still covered cock from the big boy's mouth. He jerked in his seat when Jase' tongue swiped up the length of his stiffy right through the spittied boxers.
Ian started to bounce up into his cock-licker on realizing the pure thrill of being eaten A-L-I-V-E!!!
Jason digged his tongue and lips into the kid's fly slot and feverishly worked the hardened boytool out into the open airs of the studio room. This was Ian's sanctuary. HIS place. The place where he'd spent so many geekyboy hours when all the other dudes were playing ball.
And now....now he had this room to share with a hot jockfaggot that was gonna bring to life all the dreams that Ian never even dared to have!
He fidgeted with a digital video camera on his desk as his cockhead disappeared for the first time inside Jason's flaming facecunt. He shook wildly, almost losing the camera, at the new thrill of a tongue diddling the underside of his dickhead crown where all the nerves of a boy's entire body came together! It was all somehow the same as when he primed his pud against his teacher's face that day...but yet it was so entirely different!
He gently put a hand to Jason's forehead and pushed the sucking face off his prick till the fine 6 incher bobbed in front of Jase' nose then had Jason stick his tongue way out, "Far as yu kin get it out, dude!"
Jason followed direction and when Jason slowly raised his eyes to get Ian's approval, Ian switched the cam on and then nodded slowly, smacking his lips silently, giving Jason the go-ahead to inhale boyprick once more....and this time....for all the world to see!
Ian realized, film-making was a tougher art than he'd previously thought. Most everything he'd done before was staged, stationary, or on tripods. To be taken on a cocksucking whirlwind with a school buddy at your feet and trying to video while you're all but shooting your rocks off, well, this called for fucking Oscar-level talent!!!!
Only time would tell if Ian was up to the rock-fucking, face pumping, rut-humping orgasm of his life while holding a camera!
He shot every possible angle of dick-sliding, lip-snugging entry to Jason's mouth. Underneath, from the sides, directly down to peer at just the intaking fuck-drive, and the hottest was from on top at an angle with the kid's nose and especially his eyes, big as saucers looking right into the lens while the wide and meaty teen morsel of boycum fun was sucked in and out and in and out of the now slobber bubbling, drooling big boy mouth in a neverending surge and withdrawal of lust and need annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd fuckkkkkk!!
As Ian got closer and closer the camera became even more difficult to control and he was frantically looking for a way to steady it.
He tried to ease out without putting voice on the video and slow Jason down so he could attach the camera to a desktop tripod and verify the angle. He smiled to himself, and it even had an element of erotics to it 'cause the ultimate success of the camera placement steeled up Ian's prick again to bursting as he ham-slammed the fucker right through Jason's face and then gave himself the thrill of his life when he grabbed onto Jason's head with both hands and without a modicum of lens blockage, sank his cocktool to the pubies down Jason's throat and this time he couldn't restrain himself as he screamed over and over and over...."SWALLER IT! SWALLER IT YUH FUCKIN' QUEER! EATMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Ian had tears in his own eyes from the most fantastic fuck he was ever gonna have!!! He came and came and came and the fighting jock impaled at the end of his joytool made it a thousand times more intense. Oh mannnnn! To know he'd driven his teencock down a resisting, straining, fighting-to-get-loose throat of a beautiful fuckfaced jockboy cocksucker!!!!
Ian slumped in the chair totally spent and Jason went over on his head to the floor holding his hands around his neck and seeming to try and throw up but instead just hacking and gasping for air while choking on the slimy cockslop slipping down his gullet while at the same time trying to ooze back into his mouth.
The camera silently recorded the pretty boys for posterity as they heaved and sucked for breath in the long comedown after Ian's shootoff.
Ian sat up in his chair and rolled it right into Jason who was still slumped over at his feet. Gripping Jason's strong boy, wirey frame by the shoulders, he squeezed and then leaned into kid's ear and spoke softly but firmly in smoothe low tones: "You jockboy....you love it don'tcha? DON'TCHA! You want cock alla times! You fuckin' need cock....school cock... teecha cock...man cock....ANY FUCKIN' COCK! Don'tcha? Don'tcha! DON'TCHA YOU FAGGOT FUCKIN' QUEER!!!!"
"Yes! Yes! YAYESSSSSSSSSS! Godyesssss! I need it....alll...so bad....cock! Dick! Cooooooachhhhhh!!!!!!"
"That's good queerboy! 'Cause ol' Ian's gonna be makin' sure you gets all yuh needs fum here out, starting rightchere wit'diss!" Ian growled through his brighty white clenchers, as he beat Jason's face with the slop of his pisshole dogwater cumdregs spraying out all over the kid's hair, eyes, and face! "Kiss it, faggot! Kiss it up nice annnnnd sloppy!"
Jason used two hands to the root of Ian's pecker, right down into the boy's curlies, as he lick-sucked and slop kissed his handsome new cockmaster!
Ian switched off the camera.
"You'll be sleeping over my place tonight. An' I'd be oilin' up my boy pussy if I wuz you," Ian sneered as he stood up and went about shutting down the studio, as he readied up for his next class.
He took the dvd of the stairwell scene, and the one from the camera he just shot, and put them right in front of Jason's face before putting them both in his backpack. "Pull the door shut tight when you leave, cocksucker!" Ian said casually over his shoulder as he left for class.
Jason looked down to the floor before him, in front of his knees, both hands pressing, fingers splayed out, to the cold tile at either side.
He stared at the droplets of spit, and cumcurd and sweat both kids had expended in their short adventure in cock-ecstasy just moments ago. Jason fell face forward in his hands and sobbed from deep inside him.....jerking and jolting from the force of all he'd just been through....and oh my....oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......through his fingers......he licked and slupphed up what he and Ian had left behinnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!!!!!
The day had been one of Dan's easiest to date following on his fuck-crazed engagement to Gail, and his entry in the world of professional porn at the Adult Book Store. Mannn...it seemed that in one week Danny realized that the life he led exposed to him almost nothing of what was actually going on around him....and now....not only was he fucking in it....he was starring in it!!!
The shame....the degradation....and gross debasement he experienced. He cried inside when he thought of it while trying to run his classes through world history, and at the same time would throw a rod now and then that fought to stand up to his belly inside his boxers!
The final bell rang and as the kids burst out to freedom for the day, Danny collected his notes and books and was going to make his way down to the gym for his meeting with Coach.
Danny thought it was strange that not one of the kids, and especially Davy had even so much as mentioned any planned horrors for him after school.
He found himself relieved as he headed for his first teacher-to-teacher confab....and still, as he reached the stairs he wished his hands weren't full so he could give his needy peter some fun.
'Knock! Knock!' Dan rapped firmly on Coach's office door. He'd always been told, never make a meek knock. Starts a meeting off on equal footing if you're firm in every way you can show it, from knocking to handshaking.
"C'min...'s'open!" came the mild, though deep manly voice from inside.
Dan opened the door, and closed it behind him as he strode to the large desk before him which was mostly clean and empty, save for a football and a large trophy of a baseball figure batting.
The young student teacher was intimidated when the Coach didn't stand to shake hands, and just kept looking down at something he was apparently writing in a journal as he asked, "Whut can I do for you?"
Dan fidgeted and lost his voice for a sec, and the coach looked up and sternly made clear he was upset at Dan's already wasting his time.
"Supp, mann! Spit it out....ain't got all day!"
All Dan's coaching about strength and firmness was shot to hell as he stammered and tried to get out, "I-Iyii-I'm uh Jason...your athlete...Jason's history t-t-teacher...uhhh... Coach," Dan shamed himself.
"S-o-o-o-o...oh yeh...you called me about him...bad grades or some shit?" Coach asked.
Dan was relieved at least Coach didn't get nasty, and did remember why they were meeting.
"W-Well, in a way yes....his grades are deteriorating, but there seems to be a definite reason....and maybe between us, we can catch it before he does suffer an unsalvagable decline that could hurt his average and chance for team play and college scholarship," Dan stated very clearly, and professionally.
"Zat right?" Coach gruffly spoke, as he sat back in his chair and pulled out a cigar....in the 'smoke-free' school.
"Seems to me, like, there's ways around little shit like'iss, ain't there?" he asked Dan.
"Yess-Yessir...there are...and between us I hoped.... uh uhm thought..."
"No son...you gettin'iss wrong...it's you who got the marking pen, my dude....so it's you who can FIX it! Right? RIGHT!??" Coach barked.
"Uhhh...respectfully...s-s-sir, uhh, no....see it's the cause that's the problem....an' well Jase is very smart...but his mind is a muddle of....to be honest....sex and most likely his raging hormones, being the young virile teen he is," Dan spit out very coherently considering he was getting fucking hard just thinking about all this.
"Look, kid," Coach stood up now, barking at Dan, "all kids is horny, and got dicks and fuck like rabbits...and they all make grades and play spawts, too! I don't see the problem....and more, I don't see why you bugged about it. Maybe he's got some bitch in heat and he's losing concentration. I get the same problem when my fuckin' secretary comes in here. But, I get past it....sometimes....." Coach seemed to be mellowing as his hand smoothed over the top of the desk, and he remembered the times he'd had that silly little bitch right on that desk with that football betweenst her titties and diddled her box with head of the baseball player on that trophy, while his tongue smoothed the way for some 'heady' action.
Dan saw the coach rub his pants just then, and he had all to do to keep from doing the same thing, and hoped that Coach didn't see his cockhead tenting his fly.
"Where were we, boy!" Coach asked a little shakily, sitting back down....still staring at the spot where Emily's juices droozed onto the desk....and where he'd licked it all up.
"Ummm-uhh...Jason, sir...Coach! I was thinking that it's well, not, well....Coach...it's....you! He's obsessed Coach...with YOU! It might help if you had a talk with him, and maybe even if you gave him time to get to know him, so he can really know you as a person rather than maybe just the idol figure he sees you as," stated very well.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN??" Coach roared.
"Coach....whenever he talks to an adult...like, well, me, or another teacher or somebody, he starts with "Coach", and then corrects to whover it really is he's talking to, and sometimes, he can't stop it, and keeps calling the other person 'Coach'"
"It's really something I think YOU can help him with....better than me, or any one," Dan concluded.
Coach sat silent...almost deflated it seemed. Then he sat forward and grabbed a pencil to drum on the desk. The small but steady drumming was irritating and Danny was starting to bead up in his pits and across his forehead and nose.
Coach Davis looked up and stared hard at Dan. Then he gave Dan's body an eyeball flouroscope.
Danny really beaded up now. Coach could not miss Dan's pants tented. Damn! He wished Coach would have offered him a seat. He was standing like a fucking recruit in front of the drill sergeant about to get balled out. He started to do that ol' kid thing, shifting weight from foot to foot.
Coach sat back in almost a slouch in his chair. His smirk showed he knew he had the new kid teacher by the short hairs. His sweats were almost form fitted and his bulge was apparent....and hefty!
Coach never took his eyes off Danny as he rocked back, still drumming that pencil on the front edge of the desk now.
"Whut's yur in'trist in MY player, little man? You sure it's all about grades and scholarships....doooode?" Coach seemed to be building to a boil, scaring Dan.
Coach lurched forward, his rockhard belly against the desk, and fists balled, pounding the desktop.
"I work wit' dese punks, Teecha boi....fum the second they form up for gym in 8th grade. I build 'em, I tuff 'em, and wrestle them away fum their coddling mommies, and by damn I make 'em winners....and if they ain't got it, I boot 'em and work with those whut can hack it. GOT IT, PUNK??" Coach was yelling at a shrinking Danny, and was up out of his chair now and coming around the desk.
"You fucking sissy boys coming outta school tuhday to teach in our fucking schools....yuh namby pamby these punks and make'em girly boys like yer own selfs. Here I'm moldin' real men from blobs'a dirt, shit and clay, and sculptin' champeens! You fancy pants outta college come in here and mess it all the fuck up!"
"If I find out you fuckin' with my playahs' heads, I'll boot yur pussy ass intuh next year...YOU GOT THAT, ASSWIPE???!!!" Coach roared and was shaking in anger, pounding a fist into an open hand, and almost coming off his feet like boxers do when they throw a punch.
Shit, at one point Danny actually flinched from one of Coach's moves....and even ducked away from the bigger man.
Sweat was streaming down coach's face....his teeth were clenched...."An if I findju played with one of....W-a-i-t a m-i-n-u-t-e! You all getting funny with some young teener a little younger than yourself...I betchu....you...yur a....yur a fuckin' faggot ain'tcha! You perv queer! You intuh boy pants! Ain'tcha....Ain'tcha! By damn...I kin see it in yur face...and that fuckin' tent you had in yur pants...I betchu want summa 'diss rightchere, don'tcha queenie?" Coach was grabbing at the bulge in his sweats and shaking the mass of cloth covered cock at Dan. Coach spit the terrifyng words at Danny who was backing toward the door at every inflection.
Coach closed fast and pinned the young dude against the door jamb. Oh mannn...he rutt-humped and drove his crotch into Danny's. Dan could feel it's huge hardness against his own mooshy deflated prick which was trying to hide up inside him from outright fucking fear!
Coach's hot breath seemed to burn at Dan's face and eyes! He could smell the coach. The man was thisclose to him. Their bodies were pressed hard together now and Danny could swear the man was humping him, but if he was it was almost imperceptible...and this man did NOTHING in moderation...if he was gonna fuck hammer Danny, he'd ram the young teacher's ass into the wall with no mercy!
The coach held hard and fast to Dan now, and with hands gripping the wall and door jamb, bent at the elbows, it was like they were in the same fucking clothes they were pressed so tight together.
Dan DID feel a churning....something against his fly...against his shriveled dick buried in his boxers.
Then Coach sighed and seemed to release from Dan yet was still touching front-to-front with him. He then leaned in to Dan's cheek....their cheeks were touching. Dan could feel Coach's scratchy beard growth, his sweaty face and the heat of the fevered man. In a roaring hoarse whisper that scorched Dan's ear, Coach said, "You getcher queer ass outta here, boi...and don't lemme hear 'boutchu faggin' my BOYS! Now, GET OUT!!!!!"
Dan tripped over his own feet, and Coach's, and stumbled trying to get away from Coach's still pressing body to get the door open behind his back and get out before the man killed him!!!
Dan's clothes were soaked in his own feary sweat! He grabbed his books and papers he'd left outside Coach's office and made fuck-in' tracks!
He rushed down the hall to the men's room which was thankfully empty to straighten his clothes and wet his face.
He opened his belt and fly, dropping his jeans till he could refit his rumpled shirt back in and then redressed himself.
His hand slid down his fly front to flatten imaginary wrinkles and it came up with a wet...a wetness. He brought his hand up and squeezed his fingers....they were sticky. He looked in the mirror stepping back, and he had a large damp spot on his jeans. For the minute he thought he shot off in his pants and didn't know it. Could Coach have had THAT much of an effect on him...and without him realizing it. Shit! He was scared enough in there to forget his name!
He opened his pants again....and there was nothing on his boxers or the inside of his jeans. "OMIGODDD! Coach...Coach creamed when he pushed into me like that! THAT was whut I was feeling down there that seemed like imaginary humping....the fucker was CUMMMMINGGGG!!!" Dan squealed out loud echoing the big secret to all the tile walls.
He put his sticky fingers to his nose. No doubt about it....fuck sauce! He pressed his fingers into the cumsmudge again, and smelled again. Dan's prick steeled right up. Mannnn! Danny loved the thrill-scent of cum! As hard as it made his dick, was as soft as it melted everything else that was Danny Summers! Boy....hadn't them teener boys in his class figured that out right quick?! Or...is it just what dudes feel scenting cum??
He absently licked every last smidge of Coach jizz off his jeans from his fingers, and then he rushed over to the paper towels and wiped the front of his jeans as best he could. No good. It was too dark and looked like he pissed his pants.
He pulled his shirt tails out for cover, and washed his hands before heading for the parking lot.
'Ssshplassssssssphoooshhhhhhhhh!'
Was that a toilet flushing as Dan left the bathroom???????? Could somebody have heard all Dan's secret revelations to himself about Coach?
He kept mulling over what happened in his mind and muttering under his breath. "Imagine what a mess Coach's sweats musta been if all that stuff came through on MY pants," he thought. "He couldn't'a been wearin' underwear....and definitely no jock! Man! He was butt naked under them sweats and rubbin' against me like that. Holy shit!" Danny was rubbing the heel of hand into his rockhard tool, and almost fell into a car when his legs started to rubber up on him! "Fuckin' Coach! FUCK-IN' COACH! He MUST be diddlin' his 'BOYS'! Makin'em champeens! Makin' 'em MEN! HA! whutta fuckin' joke. Fuckin' faggot!"
He gathered himself all up and sat in his car to start up and head home. He and Gail had no plans for the night, and he was looking forward to a restful night of pizza maybe, and a beer.
When he made the stairs at the apartment, for a second he had to check the number on the door. There was a wild racket, music and a kind of crashing sound like something banging on a trash can.
Nope! It was the right apartment.....and in the fog that he'd been in the whole week he didn't even think to turn tail and get the hell out of there. As he started to key the lock, the door flew open, Mike shot his head out and looked up and down the hall. Seeing it empty he grabbed Danny's shoulder and yanked him through the doorway, slamming the door and throwing the lock.
"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TEEEEEECHHHHH!!!!" everybody yelled. The radio was blaring and Ian was playing 'drum cymbols' on the dog crate which they had placed in the center of the room.
Dillon, who was in the same class with Davy, came up to him and took the papers and books from Dan's hands.
Mike, Dave, Dillon, Jason and Ian swarmed 'round him. In a flurry of hands and feet, clothes and shoes, Danny was stripped to his skins.
Ian kneed into the back of Dan's knees and dropped the teacherboy to the floor, as he bellowed, 'READY TO SERRRRRRRRRVE!!!!" to cheers and high fives all around.....
So there was young Dan....on his knees, ordered to stick his tongue out and palm his own cock, while reaching with his other hand into Davy's opened fly.
Mike handed Dan's cummed up jeans from the teacher's encounter with Coach to Dave who stuffed the wet cum stain into Dan's face. 'Eatcher stuff, TEEEEEECH! Yu prob'ly cummed yurseff off just droolin' about getting home here to give us boys some dick funnin'... din'tcha!?? EAT THAT faggot!"
Once Danny's socks were unceremoniously stripped off his feet from the toe end out behind him, the studes stood back, arms folded across their chests, and admired their handiwork....their teacher....their balls naked cockslave....his face shoved smack into Davy's meat from behind...."Gwulpphhkk!"
"Oh mannnnn! Fuck-innnn' DO it! Eat meee...fuckin' eat meeeeeeeeeee!!!!"
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