WARNING: The following story is purely fiction and fantasy and has neither relevance nor connection to real world activities. Any similarity perceived in real life is purely coincidental. Due to the sexual content, do not continue to read this story if you are under the legal age of your state or country and/or you find male-to-male sexual material offensive.
Tim's Senior Year—Chapter 9 By: The Edyter
When the church service was over that following Sunday morning, Wesley Bourne, the 15-year-old freshman, walked up to Tim and told him to follow him because he had something to show him. When Tim refused, Wesley sneered and flashed his cell phone at him. Tim momentarily glanced at it and gasped when he saw him and Sol in a video playing on the screen. Wesley pushed the phone into his pocket and started walking down the long corridor into one of the classrooms in the rear of the church. Reluctantly, Tim followed him into the room and demanded to see the video. Wesley pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to Tim; the video was still playing.
Tim looked at the screen again; it clearly showed him and Sol sucking each other's cocks in the back of the school yard, in glorious high definition video.
"Where did you get that?" He asked.
"You know I live in one of those two-story homes behind the school," Wesley explained, "and a few weeks ago, I saw you, my cousin Phillip and three others outside the gymnasium door behind the school through my upstairs bedroom window. You were on the ground with another guy."
Wesley looked at Tim and saw fear in his eyes as he went on to say, "And as you know, my dad's a photography buff, so I quickly got one of his video cameras and using one of his zoom lenses, recorded you and your best friend sucking each other's dicks."
Tim looked at the boy uneasily, he was concerned what Wesley would do with that video. He had known Wesley for the three years he'd lived there, but didn't know specifically where Wesley lived nor any idea of Mr. Bourne's hobbies. Wesley was very smug as he grabbed his phone away and looked Tim directly in the eye.
"I wonder what your father would say if I showed it to him?" He sneered. "I don't think he tolerates gay people nor their homo activities."
Wesley was right, Tim's dad was totally against the LGBT community, calling it the devil's work and condemning those sinners to hell. Tim looked at Wesley; he knew Wesley could easily talk to his father and show him that video, since Wesley attended church regularly every Sunday.
"What do you want for that video?" He asked concernedly.
Wesley looked at him with a wicked smile.
"For starters," he said, "I want to see you naked."
Tim's fear immediately turned to anger and was now fed up of continuously being told to remove his clothes. He grabbed the freshman by his shirt and emphatically told him that wasn't going to happen as he raised the boy up off the ground. Wesley snickered and then kneed Tim in the groin.
Tim bent over and held his stomach while Wesley neatly rearranged his shirt. Wesley didn't say anything for a few minutes as he waited for Tim to recover.
"I thought you might respond that way," he said smugly when Tim stood up again, "so I generated an e-mail to your father with the video attached. It's set up to be transmitted in 90 minutes unless I cancel it."
"I don't believe you," Tim skeptically.
Wesley thumbed through his phone, brought up the e-mail and pushed it back into Tim's face. Tim took the phone and looked at the screen. An email was, in fact addressed to his father and in the body of it, Wesley explained how and where he captured the video. Tim tapped the attachment which opened up to the movie he had just seen. He quickly attempted to delete both the video and the e-mail from Wesley's phone. Wesley snickered as he watched Tim's attempts to delete the transmission fail.
"It's password-protected," he announced haughtily. "You think I'm not smart enough to assume you would attempt to delete it?"
He quickly grabbed his phone from Tim's hand.
"Now as I was saying," he stated, "I want to see you naked."
"We can't do this here," Tim protested. "We're in a church for Gawd's sakes."
"I don't see why not," Wesley said. "This room is not used, so no one will be coming in."
Tim looked pleadingly at Wesley, but Wesley was not going to back down.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered, "or this video will be sent to your dad in 90 minutes."
Being the preacher's son, Tim always wore a suit to church. He took off his suit coat and laid it on the table. He pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped his shirt off his shoulders and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. Wesley smiled as he looked at Tim's broad bare chest. He reached over and grabbed Tim's nipple and tweaked it. Tim stepped back and wriggled his body free of Wesley's grip.
He unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his trousers and pulled down his zipper. He opened his pants and they fell down to his ankles. He kicked off his black dress shoes and stepped out of his suit pants. He was now clad in black socks and white boxer briefs. He looked at Wesley and paused.
"Take off the rest," Wesley said coldly.
Reluctantly, Tim hooked his fingers in the side of his briefs and pushed them down to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled off his black socks. He stood up, now completely naked and cupped his genitals with his hands. Wesley walked over and slapped his hands away. He grabbed Tim's flaccid dick and stroked it a few times.
He looked at the muscular 18-year old and circled completely around him, running his hands down Tim's chest and 6-pack abs and then stepped behind him and rubbed his hands down Tim's back and butt cheeks several times. He circled back around in front, grabbed Tim's dick, stroked it and then looked Tim directly in the face.
"I can't wait to tell my friends that I have a senior at my beck and call." He said as he stroked Tim's dick.
"Please, Wesley," Tim pleaded, "please don't tell anyone about this. You can't tell anybody else."
Wesley smiled wickedly as he continued to stroke Tim's dick. He grabbed the senior's balls and started fingering each testicle. Tim was embarrassed as Wesley toyed with his nude body, which only pleased Wesley more. He told him to bend over and show him his asshole. As Tim stood there bent over with his butt cheeks pulled apart, Wesley pulled out his cock and started stroking it. He walked up to Tim and ran his hard 5.5 inch cock up and down Tim's butt crack several times. Tim gasped when he felt the boy's cock against his hole.
When Wesley was 11 years old, his dad installed `Net Nanny" on his computer, thinking that application would inhibit his son from viewing inappropriate websites. Within four months, Wesley had figured out how to disable the child safety features that his dad had installed. Consequently, Wesley had been watching porn since he'd been 11 years old.
Many afternoons after school, two or three of his friends would gather at his house and they would watch porn together. Since both of Wesley's parents worked late, it gave the boys about three to four hours each afternoon to play and watch porn.
Most of the afternoons, he and his friends would strip down and jack each other off. They watched many videos where men would fuck each other and lick each other's ass holes, but none of the boys wanted a cock shoved up his butt or lick anybody's ass, so they just fantasized about fucking another guy. Wesley was elated now that he had a senior boy that he could command to suck his dick, lick his ass and balls and most importantly he could fuck his ass. He opened his pants and pushed his underwear and trousers down to his knees. His hard circumcised cock stood straight up
"Ever had a dick up your butt?" He asked.
Tim said nothing; he wasn't going to tell Wesley that he had in fact, been fucked before. Wesley ran his hard cock up and down Tim's butt crack. He stepped back and spit a couple times on the teenager's asshole and then spit on his own prick. He aligned his dick head with Tim's butt hole and sunk his hard cock all the way down to his pubic bush up Tim's ass.
The senior boy groaned and felt a sharp pain as Wesley's hard prick slid up his asshole. Upon initial entry, Wesley wasted no time and started to thrust his dick in and out of Tim's hole. Within a few minutes, he developed a steady rhythm and started to moan in pleasure as the walls of Tim's anal passage caressed his hard 5.5 inch prong.
This being the first time Wesley had ever fucked another person, he continuously moaned and cooed as he pistoned Tim's asshole and luxuriated in the intense sensations of his dick penetrating the boy's anal ring. Consequently after a few minutes, he could hold out no longer and started firing volleys of cum straight up Tim's shit chute, moaning loudly as his sperm flooded Tim's rectum. He collapsed on the senior boy's back after firing six ropes of cum, pulling his dick out only after it went totally limp.
Cum oozed out of Tim's asshole when Wesley removed his cock and he forced the remainder of it out his anus as jizz ran down his legs onto the floor. Wesley watched Tim `shit' out the cum while he recovered from his intense orgasm. A few minutes later, he stood up, pulled up his pants and underwear and told Tim to stand also.
Tim's dick had chubbed up, but was not fully hard. Wesley ordered him to jack off. He grabbed his semi hard prick and started to stroke it. Wesley sat down on a chair and watched Tim masturbate. He ordered him to play with his nipples as he stroked his cock and soon his dick was hard and wet.
Wesley rubbed his dick through his pants as he watched Tim jack off. Tim started moaning and announced that he was about to cum. He grasped his cock a little firmer and ran the palm of his hand over his dickhead several times.
"Tim! Tim, is that you?" A voice was heard shouting from the hallway.
"Oh shit!" Tim exclaimed as his cock was about to shoot cum all over the floor. "That's my dad."
Both he and Wesley looked around the room for someplace to hide. Luckily, there was a fire exit door that went directly outside. Wesley motioned for Tim to go outside.
Tim grabbed for his clothes, but he heard his father yell one more time; this time he wasn't very far away. Reluctantly leaving his clothes in the room, he quickly exited naked outside through the fire exit door. Wesley kicked Tim's clothes into the corner, pulled out his cell phone and pretended he was talking on the phone as he casually strolled toward the door. Just as he stepped into the hallway, Tim's dad was a few feet away. The Reverend was startled and stopped quickly, just about running Wesley over.
"Oh," he gasped, "it's you Wesley. Have you seen Tim?"
Pretending he was just ending his conversation on the phone, Wesley said goodbye and then looked at the Reverend.
"I thought I saw him get into a friend's car right after church." He said.
"Oh," the Reverend said a little surprised, "he didn't say he was meeting any friends after church this morning."
Wesley just shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hallway. The Reverend followed him and at the crossroads, he went one way and the reverend went another. When the coast was clear, he backtracked to the classroom and peeked out the window. This classroom was in the back of the church which backed up to a nice greenbelt 20 feet away. He looked around for Tim. It took a few minutes before he saw him scrunched down in some bushes a few feet within the greenbelt.
He chuckled as he saw the naked teenager trying to hide himself. He gathered Tim's clothes and pulled Tim's car keys out of his pants pocket. He raced down the hallway and out the door into the parking lot, thinking that no one spotted him. He nonchalantly walked over to the teenager's car, opened the trunk and threw the clothes inside. He closed the trunk and hid the car keys in the rear wheel well of the car.
He walked back into the church and went back into the classroom. He opened the fire exit door, exited and let it slam shut, which locked itself behind him. Tim was still hiding in the bushes. He walked over to where Tim was hiding.
"That door is locked; we can't get back into the church," Tim exclaimed in amazement as Wesley approached.
"I know," Wesley snickered.
"I need to get my clothes," Tim said, "before they lock up the church."
"Your clothes are safe," Wesley stated. "You won't be needing them right now anyway."
Tim looked at Wesley horrorstruck.
"Yes I do!" He protested. "You need to give them to me right now."
Wesley snickered.
"You're in no position to make demands," he exclaimed.
He reached down and grabbed Tim's flaccid dick. He stroked it a few times as he looked at Tim with a wicked smile on his face.
"Go stand in the middle of the yard and jack off." He commanded as he pointed to a spot halfway between the building and the greenbelt parameter.
"I'm not doing that," Tim proclaimed emphatically. "Someone will see me."
"I don't care," Wesley said as he reached down, grabbed Tim's balls and started to slightly squeeze them. "You're going to do it or I won't tell you where your clothes are. They are no longer in the church."
Tim looked at Wesley in amazement.
"And unless you want to go home naked, you'll do exactly as I say." He interjected.
Tim was in a dilemma; he could easily overtake this kid and beat the crap out of him, but on the other hand, Wesley still had the video that he was going to email his father if he didn't cooperate. He had to decide if he wanted to take the chance someone would see him jack off in the backyard of the church or have his dad watch the video of him sucking off Sol in the school yard. The choice was obvious.
Reluctantly, he stood up and walked to a spot in the middle of the backyard of the church. He grabbed his soft cock and started to stroke it. Wesley remained hidden in the greenbelt. He pulled out his cell phone and recorded Tim masturbating in the church's backyard.
It took a while before Tim's dick was hard due to his constant surveillance of the area to ensure nobody was watching. After all, that's what got him in this predicament in the first place, someone recording him while sucking dick in a public place.
When Tim's dick was hard, Wesley yelled out that he was not to cum until given permission. For a long period of time, Wesley knew Tim was about to cum, but he prolonged Tim's jack off session to further humiliate and embarrass him. Several times, he ordered Tim to turn around, bend over and spread his ass cheeks so he could film Tim's butt hole.
Tim masturbated for nearly 25 minutes before Wesley finally granted permission for him to cum. He shot several ropes of cum onto the church's lawn. When he had recovered from his orgasm, Wesley put his phone in his pocket, stood up and walked over to the senior boy.
"You're clothes are in the trunk of your car," he stated. "And I hid your keys in the rear wheel well on the driver's side."
With that, he took off running.
"See you next Sunday!" He shouted as he turned the corner toward the parking lot.
Tim took off running after Wesley, but when he turned the corner, he saw people standing in the parking lot. He stopped abruptly and quickly retreated behind the building so he was out of sight. Not knowing what else to do, he ran back to the greenbelt and hid in the bushes and tall grass to wait for the parking lot to empty before getting his clothes.
A few minutes later, he heard voices. He turned around and saw four college-age boys walking along the greenbelt. He scrunched down lower and watched the four of them walk away, going further into the trees. Unbeknownst to him, the college guys had spotted him. A few minutes later, they had circled back and surprised him from the rear.
"Well, well, well," one of the college guys exclaimed as two of them reached down and grabbed him by the arms. "What do we have here?"
Tim struggled in an attempt to break free; his flaccid dick flopping back and forth, but he was unable to get away. Two college guys held him in place as a third one reached over, grabbed his tit and started to tweak and pinch it. Tim yelped as the college boy tortured his tit.
"Let me go!" He yelled whilst struggling to break free, but the college guy squeezed and pinched his tit harder.
The fourth guy reached down and grabbed Tim's balls and started to squeeze them. He fell down on his knees when he started to feel pain in his nuts. He looked with defiance into the fourth guy's face. The guy sneered and then grabbed Tim's dick also.
"Just calm down," he said. "We just want to have a little fun."
He stroked Tim's flaccid dick a couple of times.
"You do as we say and you won't get hurt." He added.
Tim really had no choice; there was no way he could fight all four of them and since he was barefoot and naked, he couldn't outrun them, so his only option was to go with them and do as they demanded.
The four of them led the naked teenager a few hundred feet deeper into the greenbelt. They found a small clearing that was surrounded by thick brush and trees. They put him in the middle of the clearing, stepped back and all four of them opened their pants and pulled out their dicks. Tim looked at the four cocks; they all were in various stages of arousal.
The four college guys grabbed their dicks and started jacking off. When the third college dude's prick was hard; he walked over to Tim, bent him over, spit on his dick and Tim's hole and inserted his cock up the senior boy's butt. Tim yelped as the hard prick entered his asshole. The dude paused a moment and then started fucking Tim's ass.
The first college dude walked up to Tim's face and shoved his hard cock into his mouth. Tim slathered his tongue around the guy's dickhead and then slowly slid his lips down the dude's hard shaft. For several minutes, Tim serviced both of these guys' dicks in his ass and mouth as the other two college guys watched him being spit roasted.
The pain in Tim's ass quickly subsided and he concentrated on pleasuring these two guys, hoping they would cum quickly and they would leave. The two college students started moaning and shortly thereafter, started shooting their loads into Tim's mouth and shitter. Both guys flooded his mouth and butt with jizz and when they eventually pulled out, cum dripped from his ass.
Before long, the other two college students had their cocks up his butt and in his mouth. These two college students also spit roasted him and eventually they both flooded his mouth and ass with more cum.
When these two had recovered from their orgasms, all four college dudes put their dicks back in their pants. One of the college guys looked at him and made the comment that Tim's dick was hard. Tim looked down and to his surprise realized he did in fact have a hard on.
"I think he enjoyed that," the guy said.
The first college dude walked over and grabbed Tim's tit. He tweaked the teenager's nipple and told him to start jacking off.
Tim grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. His face turned red as he looked at the four college kids watching him masturbate. Surprisingly, it didn't take him very long before he shot a second load of jizz all over the ground. As soon as he'd cum, the four guys quickly left, leaving him alone in the clearing.
He headed back to the church, constantly surveying the area to ensure there was nobody else around. Two or three times he had to stoop down and hide in dense brush so as not to be seen by people who were on the trails in the greenbelt, so it took him a while to get back to the church. When he got to the church grounds, he walked up to the back of the building and stuck his head around to view the parking lot. There were two cars in the parking lot, his and the Lay Director's.
He flattened himself against the building and started inching himself toward the parking lot. Except in the admin area, the windows in the classroom section of the building were 30 inches off the ground, so he stooped down whenever he passed a window in that section of the building so as not to be seen. However, in the admin section, the windows were much longer and unless he crawled on his belly, he would not be able to go by them undetected. Consequently, he stopped and peeked his head into the window enough so he could determine if anybody was in the office.
Seeing no one, he quickly walked by the windows and then continued to inch himself forward slowly progressing his way to the parking lot. He was just about to the end of the building, when suddenly one of the fire exit doors opened and Lay Director Jones stepped outside, scaring the wits out of him. The Director looked at the naked boy, grabbed him and pulled him inside the building.
Lay Director Stanly Jones was a 55-year-old widower whose wife had been dead for over 20 years and had raised three boys on his own. He was a crusty old man who commanded respect, rather than earn it. He looked at the naked boy while Tim just stood there, totally humiliated as his face burned red from embarrassment. Tim looked down at the floor and then up at the Director, but he said nothing.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The Director asked knowingly, "the preacher's son running around stark naked on the church grounds."
He sat down in a chair, crossed his arms and smiled fiendishly as he sat silently and looked the naked boy up and down a few moments. Finally, he broke the silence and said, "I wonder what the preacher would say if I told him his son was scampering around the church in his birthday suit?"
He chuckled as he reached over, grabbed Tim's nipple and started to tweak it. He reached up with his other hand, grabbed Tim's other nipple and started to gently tweak it also.
"Where's your clothes?" He asked knowingly as he toyed with Tim's tits.
"In my car," Tim replied ashamedly.
He toyed with Tim's tits for quite some time; Tim's nipples were now hard and pointy. He ran his hands across the teenager's broad chest and then slowly snaked down to feel the boy's six pack abs. Tim was repulsed as the Lay Director explored his nude body, but fearing the consequences if he didn't cooperate, he stood motionless as the man rubbed his naked torso.
"You're a good looking kid," Stan said as he reached down and stroked Tim's dick.
He jacked Tim's cock for a few minutes and then reached down and massaged the boy's balls. He turned him around and ran his hands down his back, grabbing his buttocks and gently massaging and squeezing them before spreading the boy's ass cheeks apart.
"Bend over," he commanded, "and spread your cheeks."
He looked at Tim's butt as Tim held his butt cheeks apart, exposing his puckered hole.
"This asshole has been recently penetrated," he stated. "Hasn't it?"
Tim hesitated for a moment.
"Yes Sir," he whispered ashamedly as once again his face turned red with embarrassment.
The Lay Director wetted his finger and slowly circled Tim's anus several times before inserting it up Tim's rectum. He quickly found Tim's prostate and started to gently massage it. A few minutes later, Tim's dick started to respond to the general stimulation of his prostate.
The Lay Director grabbed Tim's cock again and brought it down through his legs. He stroked Tim's dick as he massaged the boy's hard little knot. Tim's prick hardened and eventually precum started to bubble out of his piss slit. He moaned as the Lay Director continued to massage his prostate and stroke his cock.
"Stand up," the Stan ordered, "and sit down in that desk chair."
When Tim was seated in the chair, Stan told him to lean back, raise his legs and stick his finger up his asshole. Tim put his finger up his butt and wiggled it around; he gasped when his finger slid over his prostate. He rubbed the hard little knot several times causing precum to ooze from his dick. The Lay Director smiled as he watched the senior boy play with his ass.
"Now stroke your dick as you finger your ass," he ordered.
Tim grabbed his hard cock and started to stroke it as he massaged his prostate. In a short period of time, he was moaning from the stimulation of his dick and asshole.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." He eventually started to chant when he felt the urge to orgasm.
"Slow down, boy!" The Lay Director said, "no need to be in such a hurry."
He pulled Tim's finger out of his asshole and slapped his hand off of his cock. He waited for the teenager's urge to cum to subside and then grabbed the boy's cock and started to stroke it. He toyed with Tim's naked body for well over an hour, keeping him on edge as he stroked the teenager's dick, massaged the boy's prostate, tweaked his nipples and massaged the senior's balls, before allowing him to ejaculate.
Tim continued to moan loudly as he shot four ropes of cum onto his hair, face, chest and stomach. He slumped in the chair, breathing heavily until his orgasm subsided. The Lay Director looked at the naked boy as he recovered from his orgasm.
"Go in the bathroom and clean up," he told him. "I'll go get your clothes."
Tim went into the bathroom. Unbeknownst to him, the Stan had seen Wesley throw his clothes into the trunk of his car and hide his keys. He also saw the little show that Wesley made him perform in the backyard of the church and watched as Wesley ran away, leaving him stranded and naked. The Lay Director brought Tim's clothes into the church and he quickly got dressed.
"I'll say nothing about this to your father," Stan promised. "Nor should you say anything to him either."
Tim watched the Lay Director walk out the door, get into his car and leave. He sat down for a moment to contemplate the day's activities when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen; Sol was calling him. He picked up the call and put the phone to his ear.
"Where have you been all day?" Sol asked concernedly. "I must have left at least ten voice messages."
To be continued.
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