I had always loved my teaching job at Lincoln High School. I thought that all of my students and my fellow teachers respected me for being a fair and inspiring teacher. Luckily I managed to keep my gay private life out of the school halls, mostly, because I didn't think it was really anyone's business. So I led a peaceful life of teaching, and I dated men on the weekends. One day, however, I learned that my secret was not as safe as I thought.
I went to clean out my mailbox after school was over and I saw a wrapped gift inside of my box. Thinking it was an apple or something I threw it under my arm and went to my car. When I got home to my apartment, I opened the gift and was extremely confused by what met my eyes. Inside the box was a cute little apron. Attached was a card that said,
"Dear Mr. Nicols, I thought it was an appropriate gift. Signed, "I'll be seeing you." At first I thought it was some kind of stupid joke, but as my paranoia set in, I started to get a little worried. Why would some one send me an apron except to make fun of the fact that I was gay. I tucked the apron away in my briefcase and decided to worry about it later.
I was pretty anxious during the next school day. I kept thinking that everyone was looking at me. That I was some big gay joke going around school. It wasn't until the end of that day when I found out just who sent me the little feminine garment.
I was sitting in my office grading papers soon after the last bell rang when he walked in. Terrence. He was in my fourth period math class and boy, did he make it difficult for me to teach that class. Terrence was unusually huge for a high school senior. He was 6'5" and weighed in at 285 lbs. He played football and lacrosse. He had had sex with every girl in the senior class. Everyone wanted him. And try as might to fight it, it was hard to resist staring at his enormous package, as he rubbed it through his tight sweat pants all through class.
Once, after Terrence led the winning homecoming football game, he stood up in the middle of my class and ripped his skin tight t-shirt off exposing his big hairy pecs and proclaiming that he was invincible. He flexed his gigantic muscles for everyone and I thought I was going to blow my load right there. Instead, however, I remembered that I was the teacher insisted that he go to the lost and found and put on a shirt before returning to class.
Anyway, it was around 3:30 when Terrence walked into my office, the day after I got my mysterious gift. He casually sauntered up to my desk before I even knew he was there. I looked up from the papers I had been grading and my eye was first met by his thick hairy legs. They were so dark and strong. Then I glazed over his cock, which was quite obviously trying to bust out of his thin mesh Lacrosse shorts. I moved up past his drenched sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off you allow his massive arms room to grow, his bull neck, and finally, into his sexy, confident eyes.
"Hey Terrence," I said with some surprise, "what can I do for you?" He didn't say anything at first. He slowly closed my office door, turned the folding chair sitting in front of my desk backwards, and sat down, spreading his huge thighs and thrusting forwards the load in his shorts. He did it all with such a cocky heir, that I already had some suspicion about what was going on here.
"You and I have a deal to make, Mr. Nichols," he said in a low sexy voice.
"What kind of deal is that?" I asked with some amount of curiosity. While I could appreciate how hot his cool nature was, something about this meeting made me very nervous. Then Terrence held up a sheet of paper.
"This is my report card from the last trimester," he informed me, "You gave me a D in pre-calculus." (I forgot to mention that Terrence wasn't the most brilliant of math students)
"I'm well aware of the grade you earned last trimester," I replied, trying to hold my own as his teacher.
"Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to make a little alteration to my grade," he threatened, never taking his eyes off of me.
At this point I was really starting to get nervous. Here was this student of mine, who could have smooshed me with his pinky, and he seemed to making some kind of threat.
"I don't understand quite what you are saying to me, Terrence. You got the grade you deserved."
"That's where you're wrong," he said. With that Terrence slowly stood up and slid his chair out of the way. He walked right up to my desk where he towered over me like Goliath. He was so tall that the bulge that protruded from his crotch was higher than the level of the desk. With a huge paw he grabbed his entire package and, squatting a bit, rested it on the desk, still wrapped tightly in his sweaty mesh shorts.
"Look at that," he said in a soft low voice. "I have a great big cock, don't I Mr. Nichols."
His voice was so low and masculine; it sounded so manly in comparison with my sqeaky high-pitched voice. I looked at his enormous bulge sitting right on my desk and all I could do at this point was swallow, quite deeply.
"You like my big dick, don't you Mr. Nichols." Once again he grabbed his package and squeezed it gently wrapping the thin sweaty mesh material around his oversized semi-limp cock.
"Don't you think that a guy with big cock like mine and huge hairy muscles like these, deserves more than a D in your class?" I took a minute to wipe the drool off of my lower lip and then I snapped back into reality.
"I'm sorry Terrence, regardless of the large size of your body and your...genitalia, you'll have to accept the grade that you got." With that Terrence walked around my desk and reached down lifting me up by my shirt collar. He held me at least a foot off of the ground started shaking me violently like I was some sort of child.
"You're not listening to me very clearly, Mr. Nichols!" he said as he effortless shook the wind out of me. "You're gonna give me an A in your class, or else." He finally stopped shaking me, but I refused to be bullied.
I looked right into his eyes and said.
"Once again, you'll have to accept your grade." Terrence he dropped me on the floor and I scrambled to my knees. Looking up at him he looked like a giant. He was breathing hard and his pecs were flexing and twitching.
He sauntered over to my briefcase where he saw a bit of the lacy apron that was mysteriously sent to me.
"You got my little gift, I see," he said with a grin on his face. "I hope you like it cause you're about to make an appearance in this sweet little apron. It'll look so pretty on you." I didn't know what he was talking about but I wasn't going to wait to find out. I stood up and started running for the door, but before I could get there I was lifted into the air by Terrence's big strong arms. He threw me over his shoulder and locked my office door. His enormous bicep looked thicker than my whole body as he squeezed it tightly around my waist in the air.
"I'm gonna give you one more chance, Mr. Nichols. What it gonna be?"
I couldn't even think at that point. I was so upset that tears started welling up in my eyes. I didn't say anything for fear that I would start blubbering. I felt so helpless against Terrence's brutal size and strength.
"All right," he said, "have it your way." With me slung over his big sweaty shoulder, he cleared off my desk. He threw my little body down on the desk and tore my pants off.
"What are you doing?" I screamed, nearing hysterics.
"I'm gonna show the whole school what a little pansy you are, you little pussy." I felt so vulnerable with my skinny little legs sprawled out on the desk. I couldn't move because his huge hands were holding me down tightly. His forearms looked much bigger than my legs, I knew there was no use fighting. He next he ripped off my shirt, then finally my underwear until I sat naked on the cold desk, sobbing. He put the little apron in my hand and told me to put it on. I didn't obey him, I just sat there crying.
With one huge hand he leaned down and forced my face into his arm-pit. It was so wet and smelly I could hardly breath.
"You like that!?" he screamed. "You like my big sweaty armpit? I hope so cause that's where your gonna stay until you put on your apron like a good little cunt." I sat there sobbing into his sweaty arm-pit until I couldn't breath anymore. Then, regretfully I tied the little pink apron around my naked body.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked. But he didn't answer me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and hoisted me over his head. To him I was nothing. I was a little rag doll in a lacy apron. He was so big and strong, he could have done anything to me, and he just about did.
He unlocked my office door and opened it. I was terrified for anyone to see me, naked in this little apron. I was so happy when I realized that the hall was empty. No was around for some reason.
"O.K. the joke is over. Please put me down," I pleaded. But he just started bench pressing me as he jogged through the halls. I looked down and him, It wasn't until we reached the west corridor that I realized where we were going. We turned the corner and I began to hear a lot of voices coming from the gymnasium. I remembered that there was a huge basketball game going on. Most of the school would be in there. I thought I was going to die. We got to the gym and he stopped at the door.
"All right!" I screamed in desperation. "I'll change your grade! Just please don't take me in there! I'll lose my job! PLEASE TERRENCE!!" He looked up at me and then out to the crowd in the gymnasium, who still ddn't see us waiting outside the door. His mouth formed and huge smile and he replied,
"Naw, this looks like it'll be too much fun to give up. Here we go!"
With my naked body wrapped in a little pink apron, and Terrence holding me over his head with one hand and pulling the apron up to reveal my little ass with the other hand, in we went. In what seemed like the longest three seconds of my life, the 1500 student and faculty audience and all of the basketball players were cracking up laughing. I couldn't beblieve it. No one was helping me, every one was just laughing. Terrence strutted to the middle of the basketball court and held me over his head. With the other hand he started slapping my naked ass. His big strong hand felt like a paddle over my cold ass.
"They like seeing your pussy," Terrence screamed to me. "I wonder how they'll like seeing my big cock up your little puss, what do you think. I couldn't believe my ears. Was he fucking crazy? He screamed out to the audience,
"You wanna see me fuck this cunt?!!" and to my surprise everyone shouted,
"YEAH!" "DO IT!!" and "FUCK THAT LITTLE PUSSY!!!"
I thought we had already passed the point of rational, but this I couldn't comprehend! I was like this was some sort of ludicrous bullfight…and the bull was kicking my ass. With one hand holding me up, he yanked his short off so his huge hard cock slapped up against his stomach. The audience cheered at the size of Terrence's mammoth dick. Then he ripped off my apron to reveal my tiny surprisingly (or not) erect penis. My whole body went red as the audience laughed in torment at the difference between Terrence's cock and my lack there of.
Terrence held my bent over body in front of himself positioned right above his giant throbbing dong. I looked down in fear and saw the giant red angry head of his dick staring hungrily up at me. Then, using his enormously powerful arms, he forced my ass straight down on his pole, and let go of me.
Never in my life have I experience such a penetrating pain that tore me open from the inside out. As I hung from Terrence's dick, with my legs still a foot off the ground, I tought I was going to break in half. Terrence just cockwalk around the gym with his hands crossed in front of him. I could feel his hairy flexed pig pecs squeezing the back of my head together. The crowd cheered violently at the sight of my entire body speared on the head of this giant's cock. Terrence reached in front of me and grabbed my little dick, squeezing it with his big fingers.
"YEAH!!!" he screamed at me, "maybe you'll think next time before you try to fail a BIG STRONG dude like me, you little pussy!!! I'm in charge here, not you." He grabbed my waist and shook my body up and down on his big greasy cock. Then, I witnessed something that I've never seen before in my life. Terrence started flexing his already 11-inch cock. He looked up at the audience and they all cheered at the sight of his expanding dick. As it grew, it began stretching my asshole even more. It stretched and streched and STRECTHED until-------- My alarm went off and rubbed my eyes. "
WHAT A FUCKING NIGHTMARE THAT WAS!!!" I screamed. I looked over at my boyfriend Terrence sleeping soundly next to me in the bed. I couldn't believe that I had a dream about the fantasy that we had acted out the night before. What a treat!!! Anyway, I rolled over and kissed my sleeping lover on the lips. Then, wrapping my hands around his HUGE bicep I fell asleep with a smile.