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Teaching Mike
By
Wolf
My parents were getting a divorce when I was 14-years old. I was a freshman in high school. I didn't take it well. I was not sleeping well. I felt like it was my fault. I thought that if had been a better child they would not have argued. The fact that my father had knocked up some young cocktail waitress meant nothing to me.
I did not have close friends and did not feel comfortable telling anyone what was going on at home. My father had moved out of the house and there was talk about having to sell the house. I didn't know if I would even be living in the same area in a short time. We might have to move in with my mother's parents. That would defiantly mean I would have to change schools.
I had been home schooled by my mother until the subject of divorce came up. She had to find a job so I was enrolled in the local public high school. There was no dress code at the school, so when the weather was hot we dressed very casually.
At first I was unaware of what was going on between my parents. It was a new adventure being able to go to public school. I started off doing well in school. When I finally became aware of the rift between my parents I became upset and my school work suffered.
One Friday afternoon as the class was coming to an end my teacher asked me to remain after school to talk to him about what was bothering me because my grades were falling behind. When the bell rang the other students gathered up their belongings and made a hasty retreat. Most of them were looking forward to the Friday night football game.
That was Mr. McFadden's last class for the day. My home was within walking distance of school so staying after school, so staying after school was no problem. We sat down in a couple of student desks next to each other and he asked me, "Mike, is there something wrong? Your grades have suddenly shown a marked down turn."
I could not bring myself to tell him that my parents were getting a divorce. I tried to avoid answering the question. I gave him a lame excuse that no one would believe. I figured our conversation was over and got up to leave. Big mistake, I must have pissed Mr. McFadden off.
He came out of the desk and grabbed me by the arm. His face looked like he hated me and could kill me. He spun me around as he used his free arm to sweep everything on top of his desk. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm up behind my back, as he forced me to prostrate myself across the front of his desk. He took hold of my other wrist and brought it behind my back and over lapped my wrists so that he could grab both wrists with one hand.
I was completely at his mercy. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I have wanted to do this to me since the first day of school!" He used his free hand to rip my baggy shorts down along with my underwear. The next thing felt was his hand unbuckling his belt and sound hear was the zipper on his pants being pulled down.
I turned my head as much as I could and watched his white thigh become visible as his pants fell to his ankles. I only got a quick glimpse of his boner and brown pubic hair, before he leaned back over my back and whispered, "You need to spread your legs!"
I started crying while whimpering, "Please don't do this to me!"
Mr. McFadden practically spit in my ear as he said in an angry voice, "Spread your fucking legs!"
I tried to stand up. He put his full weight against my back while still grasping my wrists so tightly that he was shutting off the blood flowing to my hands. This time when he leaned over me I felt the head of his cock seeking out the opening of my asshole. As it spread my hole I started crying uncontrollably. My sobs echoed off the walls of the classroom.
Mr. McFadden told me, "Go ahead and cry. The more you cry the better. There is no one around to hear you."
I suddenly lost control and started blubbering like a baby. I felt ashamed of myself. The blood to my arms was shut off. I don't know which hurt the most, the throbbing in my arms or grip of his hand grasping my arms. Any thought about the pain in my arms was quickly forgotten when the head of his cock forced its way into my asshole. He fucked me fast and hard. The pain was mind numbing. I don't know how long it took but eventually he rammed his cock deep into my ass and stopped moving. He leaned over my body and whispered in my ear, "You're the best piece of ass I have had for a long time."
When he pulled his cock out of my ass I felt something trickling out of my ass. I thought it my own blood. When he allowed me to straighten up I saw that there was white goo dripping onto my underwear. I realized that it was his cum leaking out of my hole.
Mr. McFadden wiped his dick on my ass before he stuffed it back in his pants. He allowed me to pull up my underwear and shorts. While I was gathering up my book bag he cautioned me, "Don't tell anyone what I did to you boy!"
I waddled home and drew a hot bath to ease the throbbing in my butt. I had the whole weekend to think about what had happened. I figured that I deserved the pain for breaking up my parent's marriage.
I never said anything to anyone about what happened. When I returned to school on Monday I felt like everything had changed. I wondered if everyone could tell that I had been fucked. I also wondered how many other guys had been fucked too. When I entered Mr. McFadden's class I was a nervous wreck, there was nothing about the way he acted that indicated that anything had happened. I made sure my homework was properly done to insure that I would not be called upon to stay after class again. Weeks later he even commented in class how pleased he was that my grades were back up.
I had managed to place the rape in the back of my mind. I had returned to doing the things I normally did. One of the things I enjoyed doing was logging three or four miles on the school's football stadium's track in the evening. Football season was over and track season was still a couple of months off. There were relatively few people using the track in the early evenings. A few of the track team used it to keep in shape year round.
One late evening I finished logging four miles, 16 laps, around the track. The lights were not on at night when the school was not using the field. The bleachers were typical frame construction of steel with aluminum planks for walking and sitting on. There was women and men's bathroom under the bleachers. They did not have doors on them, allowing community residents to use them year round.
I had left my jacket and a towel on one of the bleacher benches while I was working out. When I finished I stopped at the bleachers to dry off and put on a jacket before walking home. I walked around the end of the bleachers with my mind wondering so much that I had not even noticed that everyone else using the track had left long ago. As I rounded the frame of the bleachers I was confronted by Mr. McFadden. I was stunned when he grabbed me and pulled me under the bleachers. He forced me to follow him through the framework to a place he felt comfortable that we would not be seen by any passerby. He unzipped the front of his pants and pulled out that limber dick of his and jerked off enough to make it hard. He forced me to my knees and slapped my face with his cock several times before stuffing his cock in my mouth. He hissed, "Don you dare bite my dick boy!"
He grasped me by that back of my head and fucked my mouth until he squirted his cum in my mouth. He made me swallow his cum before he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He was about to stuff his cock back into his pants when I grabbed him by the backs of his legs and pulled him back so that I could lick his cock and balls.
He commented, "You like cock don't you?"
In response to his question I swallowed his limp cock and rimmed the knob with my tongue. I sucked on his cock until he got another hard-on. I sucked his cock until he climaxed again. This time there was not very much of the white cum, but I savored every drop. He had to push me away so that he could put his cock back in his pants. He left me sitting on a cross member savoring the taste of cum in my mouth.
After that night I stayed after school on my own and volunteered to get under Mr. McFadden's desk to suck his cock for him. That was not enough for me. I found out where the gay Bars were and would hang out around the parking lot looking for men that would pick me up. I would even allow them to fuck my ass for allowing me to suck their cocks. I found out which public restrooms were known to be frequented by perverts that like young tail.
One evening I had been hanging out near the urinals until a man showed me his cock and asked me if I wanted to give him a blowjob. I knelt in front of him and was busy sucking his cock when three more men came in. Their response upon seeing he sucking cock was to pull me to my feet and pull my pants down. The alpha man spit on my asshole. I knew what was coming and relaxed my sphincter. He stuffed his cock in my ass and held onto my hips while he fucked my ass. The other two men stood on either side of me with their cocks out so that I could give them hand-jobs. I got to suck all of their cock and even cleaned their dick with my mouth after they fucked my ass.
One night I ran into a little old gray haired man outside a notorious bay bar. He was kind of chubby. I reminded me of a beardless Santa Claus. When I asked him if he wanted a blow-job he beamed. I followed him to his little old Mini Copper. As soon as he had the car in high gear he reached for my crotch. He was very gentle handling my dick. When we arrived at his little old house he parked the car in the driveway. The house must have been built in the nineteen-twenties. The old wooden siding was in need of weather treatment. The plants around the building were so old the trunks were thick and lifting the ground. The bushes almost hid the stained glass windows and front door. The furniture inside was old and worn thin. The Persian carpet showed heavy foot traffic wear.
The man leg me straight to his bedroom. The bedroom furniture was made with birds-eye laminate. Some of the laminate was starting to peel off. The bedspread was old too. Everything about the house told me that this old man had lived in this house all of his life.
He sat on the bed and pulled ne between his legs and started undressing me. I felt like a little boy being undressed by my grandfather. When I was naked he turned me around so that he could admire my smooth skin. When my back was towards him I bent over at the waist and spread my butt so that he could see my asshole. He let out a moan and licked my asshole. I had never had a man tongue fuck my ass before. I was very pleased with the man's efforts. While he was sucking my ass he reached between my legs and milked my dick. My scrotum was resting on his wrist as he jacked me off. I squirted a load of cum on the hook rug on the floor.
The old man stood up and lovingly placed me on top of his bed spread. I watched him remove his clothes. There was hardly any body hair on him. His flabby chest looked like an old woman's tits resting on his pot belly. His thick thighs almost hid his sex organ. The pubic hair was gray too. The balls were large and looked about the size of a softball. The head of his cock peeked out of the balls. As he climbed on top of the bed I reached for his cock.
He was circumcised but the shaft was hidden by his fat body until the skin covered almost his entire knob. As I wrapped my hand around his cock I forced the fat layer back until I was able to grasp the entire shaft of his cock. I pulled him towards me so that he straddled my chest. I licked his balls while clinging to his cock. He was very sweet the way he leaned over my head without placing any of his weight on my head. I sucked his cock until he climaxed. I had to see what his cum looked like. I let him withdraw before he was finished squirting so that he could squirt some on my face. His cum was thick and for some reason it was kind of yellowish. Later he put a pinch of chewing tobacco inside his cheek. That may have been what discolored his cum.
I assured him that I could spend all night with him. He was thrilled at the prospect of having he spend the night. He assumed the submissive position on all fours so that I could fuck him. What a thrill it was to cling to his fat butt and ram my dick into his ass. When I came in his ass and pulled out, cum dripped out of his ass. He reached between his legs to wipe his ass. He savored the cum on his fingers.
When he was ready I lay on my back and placed my heels on his shoulder as he moved close enough to stick his short chubby dick in my ass. By that time I had been fucked so many times that I was able to take his cock comfortably. He was such a sweetheart he wanted to cuddle with me all night. I was the one that was more interested in the smell of his crotch. I turned around as we lay on our sides so that I could rest my head on his thigh so that I could smell his crotch. I sucked him off at least three times that night.
In the morning he fed me and insisted on driving me home. He gave me a card with his address and phone number on it. I knew that I would visit him many more times.
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