THE TIGHT END Part 2
by Chris Andy
THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE--OR IF IT'S ILLEGAL TO READ IN YOUR AREA!!!
I was hooked. From that day on I was addicted to Tony's cock.
The next morning I was nervous as a new bride, waiting for Tony to come to my room for The A.M. Club. Jimmy Nelson, Pete Sanders, Jessica Silcott and Billy Preston arrived almost as soon as I climbed the stairs to my room and unlocked the door.
"Hey, Mr. L..! What's happenin', dude?" Pete asked.
"Morning, Sir," Jessica smiled.
"Hey, gang!" I answered, looking past them into the hall and down the stairs.
"Who you lookin' for, Mr. L.?" asked Jimmy.
"Nobody, Jimmy. Didn't wanna shut the door on anyone," I answered, pulling my classroom door closed. Tony wasn't here yet. I remember I learned in Health Class that heroin and some other drugs were so addictive that just one shot and you're hooked! That's the way I was with Tony's cum. Just one shot and I was hooked--I had to have more!
"What d'ya think about the Steelers, Mr. L.?" Billy asked.
"Oh, man. They suck!" Jimmy answered.
And off they were discussing the offensive line of the Steelers and how they compared with the Steel Curtain of a line before they were born. I joined and we were in a heavy discussion when Tony entered the room.
"Hey Mr. L.! Sup, dude?" Tony said, dispelling any anxiety I felt seeing him again after I had taken his cum down my throat.
"Tony, My Man!" I yelled, greeting him as if nothing had changed.
The guys continued their analysis of the Steelers and moved on to the Browns. Jessica was studying World History. I was on edge. What would Tony say? Would he 'out' me? Would he blackmail me. What?
Jake Moreland and Sammy Breslin joined the A.M. group, bringing donuts and milk for everyone--it was a tradition--I always paid for the morning snacks.
"Ah, man. I'm really starved!" Tony said. "Glad you're here, dudes."
"Glad to be here, TonyBoy," Jake said, and grabbed Tony in a headlock.
"Leave me alone, you dumb shit!" Tony squealed.
The fun continued and I told the boys to 'settle down' while Pete and Jimmy started a discussion about how bad the Cougars were gonna tromp the Weston Wildcats Friday night.
Tony said, "Man! If Sammy remembers to hand the ball off to me enough times, we'll kill 'em. But that's assuming his 'mental block' clears up by then!"
Everyone laughed as the bell rang and the kids started off for First Period.
"Can I talk to ya a minute, coach?" Tony asked me. "Before class?"
"Sure, Tony." I said. But my heart was pounding as I thought--oh, no! What's he gonna do?
"Tony, " I said, "What's up?"
"Bet you're wantin' more of my jizz." Tony said, rubbing his crotch. "I'll feed ya some more after school--before football practice."
"Tony. Are you pissed at me?" I asked.
"Nah. Why would I be pissed? You're not only my teacher, but also my cocksucker!" Tony smirked. "See ya after school, dickbreath!"
And he walked out of my room and didn't come back for class. I worried all day. Would he tell the principal? Would he beat me up? Would he tell my fiance? Would he let me go down on him again?
Finally the dismissal bell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief--the day was over. I'd get to taste Tony's teen cream again (hopefully!) Hallelujah! I'm addicted for sure.
Sandy Greene, a Senior volleyball Captain (with long stem legs) interruped my thoughts as I sat down behind my desk.
"Mr. Langston?" she asked. "Are you O.K.?"
"Yes, Sandy. Thanks." I said. "Uh--Sandy. Could we meet tomorrow morning rather than tonight? I have a meeting I'd forgotten about--and I'd have more time to help you out."
Just as she was saying, "Sure, Mr. L." Tony sauntered into the room. He was dressed in practice football pants and shoulder pads. His abs and most of his chest were bare and his crotch bulged with a choice, swollen morsel!
"Hey, Mr. L." Tony said. "Can you help me with that vocabulary? Man. It's tough!"
He gave Sandy a little wink and she answered with a teasing smile.
"Sure, Tony." I said, crossing to the door and closing it. "I'd love to help you!"
"I bet you would, faggot!" Tony said, grinning and rubbing his crotch. "Tell me how much you wanna help me, bitch. Beg me for my dick and cum!"
"Please, Tony, don't humiliate me more. I'd be happy to suck you off, but don't make me beg." I said.
Tony smacked my face, hard. I fell backward. Lying on the floor I looked up and saw Tony, unbuttoning his practice pants and rubbing his jock. "Beg me, cocksucker. Or I'll beat the fuckin' snot outta ya--and then tell the whole fuckin' school what a pussy you are!"
"Yeah, fagboy, if you continue to service me whenever and wherever I want--your dicklovin' secret is safe with me. It'll be kinda fun havin' my own personal cocksucker." Tony continued.
I began begging Tony. "Please, Tony, let me suck your cock. Please!"
"Why should I, faggot? Why do ya wanna suck me off?" Tony asked.
Tony shoved me to my knees and I looked up to his face--handsome, rugged, sneering, but, God! how I loved him! And needed him. I lifted my arms to touch his bulging thigh muscles. He grabbed my head and slammed it into his jock-covered crotch. My tongue traced the length of his entire package, from his ballsack to the tip of his exposed cockhead (his dick had crept out of the left side of the jock and strained to right itself!)
"Answer me, gayboy!" Tony yelled, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my face up, level with his. " Why should I let ya suck my peter? Huh? Most bitches I know worship it. Do you worship it?"
"Please, Tony. You're hurting me!" I stammered.
"Hurtin' you?? Dude! I ain't begun hurtin' ya yet, cunt!" Now answer me!" Tony scowled, backhanding me and knocking me to my knees again.
I tried as best I could to settle down and to beg Tony for his big prick, but I felt what I thought was blood pouring from my nose and I panicked, pushing Tony away.
"Don't you EVER shove me away again, you fucked up little queer!" Tony said, grabbing me by my nipple through my shirt and twisting.
"O-ww-ww--www!" I screamed, thinking, "Maybe I'd better submit to Tony--quit fighting before I get myself really hurt. He was one tough stud!
"Please, Tony. May I suck your awsome cock? Please, sir. I love the way your hard, hot cock feels inside my mouth. Please, sir. I love the sweetjuice that shoots out. Please, sir. Let me worship your manmeat?" I begged.
"Sir? I like that! From now on, whenever you and I are alone, you'll call me sir!" Tony said. "Got that, cocksucker?"
"Yessir." I said.
"Yeh, I like that! Whenever we're in public we'll be like we were before: teacher and student. We're buddies. We do have a fuckin' good time together. And I won't "Out" ya---no sense in wreckin' my playground. It's fuckin' awesome havin' my own cocksucker--no more jackin' off!" Tony said.
"Please, sir. May I please suck you off?" I asked. "God--he's hot!"
"Sure, faggot. Knock yourself out!" Tony laughed, pulling his jock below his knees. "Get on it, Billy! Start washin' my balls with your tongue."
With my mouth and tongue nuzzling his sweet nuts, and my hands roaming up and down his running- back thighs, I sighed and moaned as if I were in hog heaven!. I heard him chuckle, amused by my obvious rapture.
"O.K., homo. Start makin' love to my peter!" Tony commanded.
I quickly began licking his cockhead and running my tongue the length of his long shaft. I stuck the tip of my tongue gently into his piss slit and cleaned out the dried piss and spooge. I cleaned the goop out from inside his foreskin.
As my tongue moved up and down the hard tube of flesh, I kissed and licked it--from the tip of his dick and down again. I sucked down the juice as it dripped outta the slit. I loved the taste. I wanted to please him--so I tried different things: Nipping, kissing, sucking, lapping, slurping.
Tony groaned, "Yeh, cocksucker. That feels awesome!"
I beamed inwardly at his approval. I opened my mouth pretty wide and he shoved his pecker inside a little at a time and began kinda humping my mouth as he would a chick's pussy! I didn't mind. I wanted him to use me.
"MMMMMMM!" he sighed. "You're one helluva cocksucker, dude!"
He began banging my mouth furiously and bucking his hips. He rammed the whole 8 inches (we measured it one weekend!) in my mouth and down my throat. I thought I'd gag, but didn't. "No gagging," I thought. "This is what you want. No sense fucking it up!"
I kept swallowing the excess saliva and he thrust his mighty cannon full hilt till my nose rested in his pubes.
"Ah shit--ah fuck--ah man--ah fuck!" Tony hollered as he came, spewing cum down my throat. He pulled out and shot on my face and hair, also.
"Ah, jesus, Billy. That was fuckin' amazin'!" he said. "Now clean my cock off--I gotta get back to practice. Lick and wash it with your mouth, queerboy!"
I did what he said--lovingly licking and cleaning his pecker with my mouth. It took very little tongue-action till he was very nearly hard again.
"Shit, bitch. I ain't got time for another round. I'll be here in the morning. Meet me in the journalism office. I'll need to have ya handle my mornin' wood!" Tony said.
To Be Continued