School daze

[bs29697]

What a turn of events for Al the last couple of chapters. Where Al was the aggressor at first now Al is becoming Tim's boy toy to do with as he pleases.

Love reading your story

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

What a turn of events for Al the last couple of chapters. Where Al was the aggressor at first now Al is becoming Tim's boy toy to do with as he pleases.

Love reading your story

Brian

I'm glad you like it. The role reversal makes for an interesting plot. It's about to heat up even more once I finish #9.

 

[Autolycus]

I'm glad you like it. The role reversal makes for an interesting plot. It's about to heat up even more once I finish #9.

If it gets any hotter, I fear my screen will ignite! Great story telling

 

[IceColdLover]

Breaking Off the Teacher

Friday arrives on a cool, cloudy day. Al was home from school yesterday to recover from Tim's assault. He arrives at school at his usual 7:45 AM, but knows he has science class first thing in the morning, and realizes that Tim will be there. Al quietly gathers his books and heads to Mr. Hofer's science class at 8:00 AM. He takes his seat and awaits today's assignment. "Okay, class, take a seat and open your textbook to page 35. Today, we are learning about the structure of DNA", Mr. Hofer announces. Al is knowledgeable about DNA and the human body, so he is excited to undertake this task. Half an hour passes, and Al is finishing up his papers. He hands them in around 9:15 AM, 45 minutes later, and quietly sits and waits for class to end. The bell rings at 9:45 AM and the class files out of the room. Al is the last to leave, but is stopped short by Mr. Hofer. "Can I talk to you for a second?", Mr. Hofer calls out to Al. Al walks back to Mr. Hofer's desk. "We don't have time at this moment, but can you come by again around lunchtime? I have some things to discuss with you.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al appears nervous, wondering what Mr. Hofer wants to ask him. "Uh, sure", Al replies. "Cool. See you at lunch.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al leaves the classroom in a bit of a state and heads to grab his books for his next class. He arrives at his locker and opens it to find an envelope on the shelf. Al gingerly opens it and discovers nude photos of Tim inside, laying in suggestive poses and masturbating. He quickly closes the envelope and tosses it back in his locker, stunned at its contents. Al grabs his books and hurries to his Social Studies class.

Upon entering the classroom, Al sits down and opens his textbook, trying to take his mind off the dirtiness he feels inside. Tim, who shares the same class, notices Al's peculiar behavior and knows that Al has seen his gift. The class seems to take forever to pass, but lunchtime soon arrives, and Al is relieved to be leaving. He heads to his locker again to drop off his books. The envelope with its staggering contents lays in the back of the locker, almost mockingly. Tim wisps by and leans against the locker. "So, did you see those pics?", Tim asks. Al stays silent, exhaling irritably. "Hope you like them. You can pull them out whenever you feel horny and think about me.", Tim smiles. Al walks away in a foul mood. "I'm all yours and you're all mine", Tim mutters lightly. He heads to lunch. Al remembers that Mr. Hofer wants to see him and walks down to his classroom. Al arrives to find Mr. Hofer at his desk, sitting in an office swivel chair. "Hello, Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "Hi, Mr. Hofer", Al replies. "Come on over", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al takes a chair and sits across from Mr. Hofer. "So I've been told that you've been getting into some suggestive activity the past few weeks", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al bites his tongue, feeling nervous. "Suggestive activity?", Al replies. "I was told you have been having sex with other students on the school grounds", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al turns in his chair, too afraid to admit the truth, and knowing full well who ratted him out. "You know that that's punishable by suspension or even expulsion", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al starts to feel down, not wanting to be expelled and have his parents find out. "Please, Mr. Hofer, I don't want to be kicked out", Al responds. "What's been going on with you? You've done so well in your classes, but I find out you've been doing this and I don't know what to think.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me", Al exclaims, "Am I in trouble?". "I would tone it down a bit, but I am not going to report you, as long as you do something for me", Mr. Hofer says. "What would that be?", Al asks.

Mr. Hofer reaches down and begins rubbing his crotch through his dress pants. Al looks on, wild-eyed and shaky. "You know, I saw what you did to Tim the other day. You're really good. I want you to show me how it feels.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "But, Mr. Hofer, you're a teacher, and you're married", Al exclaims. "No one's ever going to find out", Mr. Hofer insists. "Plus your religion frowns upon this", Al exclaims. "Well, I guess he'll have to forgive me for this", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He gently undoes each button on his dress shirt with his free hand, exposing his sparsely-haired chest and sunken navel, while continuing to rub his crotch. Al sees Mr. Hofer's bulge become prominent, and gazes at his bare chest. "Come closer", Mr. Hofer demands. Al stands up and walks to Mr. Hofer. "Touch me, Al", Mr. Hofer whispers. Al nervously reaches down and puts his hands on Mr. Hofer's chest. "That's it", Mr. Hofer whispers. Mr. Hofer's skin is warm and smells of cologne. Al kneels down and takes a lick of Mr. Hofer's chest. Mr. Hofer sighs, putting his hand on Al's back and caressing it. Al spreads Mr. Hofer's shirt open more and begins licking his nipples. "Mmm", Mr. Hofer moans. His nipples harden at the sense of Al's lips on them. Al flicks his tongue on the areola and gently bites the nipple. Mr. Hofer sighs deeper. "Ah", he moans. Al moves down and tongues Mr. Hofer's navel. Mr. Hofer pets Al's hair, inhaling sharply, feeling stimulated like he never has before. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as Al continues to venture around his stomach and sides.

Mr. Hofer slides his shirt off and lays it on the floor. He slumps down in the seat, rubbing his crotch and eyeing Al. Al looks at Mr. Hofer's bulge, throbbing through the fabric of his pants. "You can suck on it if you want", Mr. Hofer whispers. Al reaches over and feels how hard it is. He reaches up and pops the button, then grabs the zipper and slides it down. Mr. Hofer's white briefs come into view, his cock eager for release. Al looks at Mr. Hofer with uncertainty, but Mr. Hofer directs Al with his eyes and reassures him. Al reaches back up and pulls the briefs and pants down off of Mr. Hofer's modestly hairy legs. Mr. Hofer kicks off his flats and steps out of his pants and underwear, then sits back down, his elbows resting on the armrests. Al feels a lump forming in his throat, licking his lips, teeth chattering, as he gazes at Mr. Hofer's erect penis pointing in the air. Mr. Hofer takes Al by the back of his neck and pushes him forward. Al's fingers glide through Mr. Hofer's leg hair as he's brought closer to Mr. Hofer's pulsating cock. His mouth is level with the swarthy head, staring back at him. With a gentle rub of Al's neck. Mr. Hofer gently pushes Al's mouth down on his cock. He gasps at the feeling of Al's warm mouth around his penis, the sin of the moment making him laugh in ecstasy. The flavor of Mr. Hofer's cock is bitter, like iron, yet piquant enough for Al to devour. He bobs his head up and down, slowly, making Mr. Hofer gasps and jolt in his seat. "Oh, that's good", Mr. Hofer exclaims, in amazement at his expectations. Al rests his hands on Mr. Hofer's thighs and licks lovingly around the head, tonguing the pisshole as he does. "Mmm, where did you learn to do that so well?", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al winks and runs his tongue down the underside of Mr. Hofer's cock, meeting his balls. He takes them in his mouth, a salty flavor he's familiar with sticking to his taste buds. "Oh", Mr. Hofer exclaims, "You're doing that so good". Al runs his tongue back up the shaft, engulfing the head and moving his mouth down until it meets the base of Mr. Hofer's cock. "Oh Al, that's good, that's so damn good", Mr. Hofer exclaims, becoming jolted and breathless by the encompassment. Al gags, the bitter taste floating in the back of his throat. Mr. Hofer gasps sharply, rubbing Al's head and gripping his hair. Al pulls back up and grips the base of Mr. Hofer's cock, saliva running from his mouth down the shaft as he twists and jerks Mr. Hofer hard, sucking more forcefully. Mr. Hofer's eyes roll back. He feels a delight that no one has ever given him. "Al, Al, oh my Lord", Mr. Hofer huffs, writhing in the chair. Al squeezes Mr. Hofer's cock, edging him from blowing his load. The shock locks Mr. Hofer in place, his breath drawing short. Al looks up at Mr. Hofer with bewitching eyes. Mr. Hofer returns with an iniquitous stare, his eyes almost revealing abandonment of his prior beliefs.

Al, his grip still on Mr. Hofer's cock, awaits to see if Mr. Hofer wants to go all the way with their endeavor. "Can I show you more?", Al asks. "Yes. I want to see what else you've learned", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He stands up and kneels in the seat, holding the back of the chair with his buttocks pushed out. Al, still on his knees, is met by a light musk. He notices that Mr. Hofer's brown hole is freshly shaved, like it was done so specifically for this moment. Al takes Mr. Hofer's smooth buttocks and pulls them apart more, examining Mr. Hofer's virgin sphincter. He slowly lowers his head down, til his tongue meets the rubbery surface. The flavor is pungent yet pleasant, biting Al's tongue hard with its tang. Al flicks his tongue and prods the smooth opening in a loving manner, in which Mr. Hofer gasps. "Oh yeah", Mr. Hofer exclaims, gripping the backboard tighter. Al digs his face deeper in Mr. Hofer's crack, the metallic scent of his skin wallowing in Al's nose. He laps his tongue over Mr. Hofer's hole and taint repeatedly, getting Mr. Hofer excited. "Oh Al, give it to me", Mr. Hofer begs. His breath draws shallow, senses on overload. Al sticks his tongue to Mr. Hofer's hole hard, flapping it in a fast pace. "You're my favorite student", Mr. Hofer exclaims, his eyes rolling back. He lays his head over the back of the chair, feeling an ungodly bliss. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned", Mr. Hofer whispers, nodding his head in ecstasy.

Al finishes rimming Mr. Hofer, no flavor left to his hole. Mr. Hofer turns back around and sits in the seat, holding his cock. "I love what you've done to me", Mr. Hofer exclaims, "Now I want to return the favor". He directs Al to turn around. "Bend over and show me that hot ass of yours", Mr. Hofer demands. Al stands up, turns around, removes his shorts and briefs, and bends over. He takes both hands and spreads his buttcheeks apart, showing Mr. Hofer his hole. Mr. Hofer is bedazzled by Al's pink-colored orifice. "Mmm", he exclaims in approval. Mr. Hofer leans forward and holds Al's ass, sinking his face between the supple buttocks. His tongue is met by a new, tantalizing flavor, one that only a young man can produce. Mr. Hofer pushes his face into Al's crack and fervently licks his hole. Al, bracing his hands against his knees, gasps, his mouth agape. "Oh, Mr. Hofer", Al moans. Mr. Hofer's warm breath carries across Al's buttocks, feeling Mr. Hofer's wet tongue prodding him in a loving manner. "Mmm, mmm", Mr. Hofer grumbles, savoring the taste of Al's asshole. He becomes ravenous at the sheer sense of his mouth on Al's hole, and pulls Al in closer, grabbing Al's cock. Mr. Hofer fervidly flicks his tongue and jerks Al's cock. "Oh God", Al gasps, his eyes rolling back in utter bliss. Mr. Hofer takes a few more licks, then proceeds to rub Al's spit-covered hole, feeling the rubbery texture against his fingers. Al anticipates penetration, and soon feels Mr. Hofer stick his fingers inside him, gasping. "Ooh", Al moans. "Mmm", Mr. Hofer exclaims, feeling Al's hole accept his knuckles, "You're so tight". Al braces himself against the desk. Mr. Hofer gently glides his fingers back and forth, amazed at how Al's insides feel against his skin. "Ah, that's amazing", Mr. Hofer exclaims, watching Al's hole stretch. He twists his fingers inside Al, making him yelp. Al feels a twinge of pain, but relaxes and lets Mr. Hofer finger him deeper. He sighs as Mr. Hofer presses harder, meeting his prostate. Mr. Hofer speeds up, having Al where he wants him. Al exhales sharply through his nose, feeling his hole being pummeled. His breath becomes shorter, whimpering. "Oh yes", Al moans. Mr. Hofer gasps heavily, feeling glee at abusing Al's busted hole. "Yes, Al, take it", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al lays over the desk, his nails gritting the wood finish. Sloshing sounds become audible as Mr. Hofer sticks more fingers in and finger-blasts Al's wet hole. "Ah yeah", Mr. Hofer exclaims, driving his fingers deep and hard. Al bites his lower lip, feeling overloaded with pain and pleasure. Harder, Mr. Hofer punches, threatening Al's innards. Al squeals, his body shaking at the sheer force. Mr. Hofer suddenly stops, his fingertips gripping Al's prostate. Al lets out a fleeting squeal. "Yeah?", Mr. Hofer exclaims, "Squeal for me".

Both men are winded and take a brief respite. "I want to be inside you", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al turns and looks over his shoulder. "Sit on my lap", Mr. Hofer demands. Al walks backward and squats down on Mr. Hofer's rock hard cock. He winces as he feels the slippery phallus move up into him. "Ah", both men moan. Al braces himself against Mr. Hofer's thighs, his ass all the way down on Mr. Hofer's cock. Mr. Hofer exhales through his mouth sharply, feeling the tightness of Al's hole grip his pulsating penis. Al gasps, feeling it all the way inside him, stretching his rectum wider. Mr. Hofer holds Al's hips as Al rides his dick. "Yeah, that's a good boy", Mr. Hofer whispers. Al plops down on Mr. Hofer's thighs again and again, the sound of their skin clapping together noted. Mr. Hofer holds Al by one shoulder while holding his hips. Al rocks back and forth, grinding his ass on Mr. Hofer's dick suggestively. "Yeah, just like that", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Mr. Hofer clasps his hands around Al's waist, forcing Al's ass up and down on his cock. "Oh God", Al moans. Mr. Hofer can't get enough of watching his dick move in and out of Al so easily, and thrusts his hips up slightly to create more force. Al notices the change in speed and reaches over to grip the edge of the desk. "Oh yes, oh yes", Al moans. Highly aroused, Mr. Hofer sits up, still inside Al, and walks him over to the long part of the desk. He lays Al over the desk and locks his hands on Al's waist, picking up speed and thrusting. Al huffs and becomes short of breath, feeling his ass being pounded. "Oh, oh, oh", Al whimpers, laying on one side of his face, gripping both sides of the desk. His ass ripples with each slam, the sound of skin smacking together echoing through the room. "Mmm, mmm", Mr. Hofer grunts. "Oh yes, Mr. Hofer, oh yes", Al moans, his voice breaking. Mr. Hofer huffs, his breath becoming shallow. Al's eyes roll back, and Mr. Hofer, locked in a state of ecstasy, nails Al harder. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!", Mr. Hofer exclaims loudly, laying into Al with all his might. Al screams, smacking the desk. "Oh my God, Mr. Hofer, oh my God....", Al hollers, "Beat that ass up!". "I'm beating that ass up", Mr. Hofer grumbles, the urge to cum becoming strong. He lays into Al with his final thrusts, pushing Al against the desk and humping him hard, until he climaxes and unloads in Al's ass. "Oh, oh!", Mr. Hofer moans, feeling his cock release his load. Al gasps loudly, the pressure of Mr. Hofer's glans hitting his prostate with enough force to make him cum, the white secretion shooting down the edge of the desk. Mr. Hofer lays over Al's back, trying to catch his breath. "Oh God", Mr. Hofer whispers, "That was amazing". Al says nothing, too tired himself to utter a word. He lays there, on the desk, his hands to his sides, breathing heavily. Mr. Hofer stands up and looks at his work, Al's hole busted and leaking with cum. "You gave me something my wife never could", Mr. Hofer exclaims, sitting down and putting his clothes back on. Al's eyes flutter, trying to regain his senses and stand up. He finally gathers the strength to get up and puts his briefs and shorts back on. "You better head to lunch if you have time.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al nods his head and shuffles his way to the door, his ass sore from the beating it took. "Al?", Mr. Hofer calls out. "Yes, Mr. Hofer?", Al replies. "This stays between us. Remember, don't tell anyone.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al bobs his head. "Okay", he exclaims.

Al heads out of the classroom. While he walks down the hallway, a sneaky Tim walks from around the corner and enters Mr. Hofer's classroom. "Hey, Mr. Hofer", Tim exclaims. "Hi, Tim", Mr. Hofer replies. "So how was it?", Tim asks. "It was amazing. You were right, Al is receptive and does anything you tell him.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "Told you he was easy", Tim chuckles. Mr. Hofer joins in on the laughter. "I'm so glad you let me borrow him", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "Oh, it's not borrowing, we can share him", Tim smiles. "Really? I'd like that", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "So I have another idea", Tim exclaims. "What's that?", Mr. Hofer asks. "On how to use him more", Tim exclaims. "Tell me", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim quietly whispers his plan to Mr. Hofer, who smiles and shakes his head approvingly at the idea. Al has no idea what he's gotten himself into and what he's about to experience come Monday.

...to be continued

 

[IceColdLover]

Learning His Lesson

Monday arrives fast. The air is cool and breezy, yet filled with something foreboding. Al arrives at his usual time and heads to grab his textbooks from his locker. While there, Tim walks up in a sly manner and leans against the lockers. "Hey, Al", Tim smiles. Al looks at Tim with a loathing stare. "Ah come on, don't be like that", Tim chuckles. Al hurriedly packs his bookbag with books. Tim reaches down and pinches Al's butt. Al jumps up with a shocked look on his face. "You're going to have to get used to being my toy", Tim exclaims. Al is embarrassed at how Tim is flaunting their union in front of others. He shuts his locker and scurries away. "See you in class, faggot", Tim exclaims, smiling. Class begins at 8 AM. Al takes a seat in the front row of desks and sets his books out. "Okay, class, turn your books to page 50. Today's assignment involves socioeconomics", the teacher announces. Al is eager to tackle this subject. As class gets settled and working on their assignment, Tim gets feisty. He reaches in front of him and pokes Al in the lower back with his foot. Al turns around. "Stop it, Tim". Tim smiles. He again reaches over and gently kicks Al in the butt. "Stop it!", Al exclaims. Tim just looks at Al with a hearty smile. "Both of you guys, knock it off and do your papers", the teacher exclaims. Tim lightly giggles. "So you gonna give that up to me later, faggot?", Tim whispers. Al gets annoyed. "May I move to another seat?", Al asks the teacher. "Yes", she replies. Al scoops up his supplies and walks to a seat farther away. "I love you", Tim mouths, sticking out his tongue. Al gives Tim an annoyed look and walks away. Tim chuckles. "What a fag", Tim whispers.

Al finishes his assignment early and waits for the bell to ring. Class ends at 9:45 AM. Al hurries out of the classroom and to his locker. He sees something at the top shelf of his locker that he didn't notice earlier. Al pulls it down to see what it is. He is shocked to see that it's a jockstrap, with a note attached to it. "Put this on and behave like a good little slave", the note reads. Al knows it's in Tim's handwriting. He throws the jockstrap in his bookbag in frustration, thinking about reporting Tim. Al holds on until the afternoon, where he confides in Mr. Hofer, who Al feels he can trust to help him. School ends at 3:15 PM, and the school is mostly empty by 3:45 PM. Al hangs around and enters Mr. Hofer's classroom. He is surprised yet relieved that Mr. Hofer is still in the building. "Hello, Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims, "What are you still doing here?". "I want to talk to you about something", Al exclaims. "Well sure", Mr. Hofer responds. "Tim has been bugging me for awhile", Al exclaims. "What is he doing?", Mr. Hofer asks. "Calling me names, poking me, putting nasty things in my locker, groping me, and forcing himself on me", Al exclaims. "Oh no", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "He treats me like trash. I want it to stop.", Al exclaims. "What can I do?", Mr. Hofer asks. "Can you get him to stop harassing me please?", Al asks. A sudden light knock at the door alerts both men. "Come in", Mr. Hofer calls out. The door, opens, and in steps Tim, with a smirky grin on his face. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. "What's going on here?", Al asks nervously. Mr. Hofer stands up out of his chair. "Take your clothes off", Mr. Hofer demands. Al starts to feel scared, knowing he's been set up and betrayed by Mr. Hofer. He races for the door. Tim blocks him and takes Al by his arms, walking him back to Mr. Hofer's desk. "Ah, ah, ah", Tim exclaims, "You're going to get fucked today".

Mr. Hofer holds Al while Tim undresses. Al starts to sob. "There, there, it's okay, just gonna have a little fun", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim kicks off his shoes and pulls his socks off. He pulls his shirt up and unzips his zipper, sliding his jeans and underwear down off his legs. Standing tall and naked, Tim eyes Al, ready to bend him to his will. Mr. Hofer helps lift Al's shirt up, pulling it over his head and throwing it on the floor. Tim reaches down and pulls Al's shoes and socks off. Mr. Hofer spins Al around. Tim takes Al's shorts and briefs and yanks them down. Al, naked and exposed, then has his wrists tied together. "Can't let you leave me now", Tim exclaims. He pulls out the dark blue jockstrap from Al's bookbag and slides Al into it. "Perfect fit", Tim exclaims. The word "slut" is stitched on the back of the waistband. Tim slaps Al's ass and turns him around, taking Al by the face and kissing him fervently. Al tries to fight it, but Tim holds Al down on the desk and has his way with him. Al, still bound, is turned around again and shoved face-down onto the desk. Tim grabs Al's buttocks and slaps them, watching them juggle. "Fresh ass", Tim exclaims. He smooths his hand over Al's hole, before turning a knuckle into it, penetrating Al. Al whimpers. "Gotta loosen up that ass", Tim exclaims. He kneels down and mouths Al's hole, flicking his tongue fast-paced. Al moans. Mr. Hofer begins getting erect, and undoes the button and zipper on his dress pants. "Bring him over here", Mr. Hofer tells Tim. Al is walked over to Mr. Hofer, who pulls his cock out of his underwear and forces Al to suck it. The metallic taste of Mr. Hofer's cock nips Al's tongue as it's slid deep down his throat. Al gags and squeals. Tim pushes his face deeper in Al's crack, sucking and prodding Al's sweet hole. Al's eyes well up with tears, restrained and enervated on both ends. Mr. Hofer holds Al by his hair and simultaneously moves Al's head up and down while thrusting his cock upward. "Ah yeah, suck it", Mr. Hofer whispers. "Mmm, mmm", Tim grumbles, smacking Al's ass as he digs his tongue into it. He leans his head back and proceeds to finger Al's hole, loosened with spit. Al squeals as Tim's fingers glide into him with ease. "Yeah", Tim exclaims, pressing deeper. The glans of Mr. Hofer's cock punches the back of Al's throat, his eyes watery and red. Mr. Hofer jolts in his chair and sighs heavily as the friction tickles his cock. Sloshing on both ends becomes audible, with Al totally helpless. Tim takes both hands and pulls Al's hole apart, stretching it enough to see inside. "Ah, that's hot", Tim exclaims. He balls up his hand and shoves it inside. Al screams, although muffled. The pressure and pistoning threaten Al's rectum, with Tim feverishly punching Al's prostate. Al's eyes widen, his senses overloaded with pain and the smells and flavors of sex.

Tim pulls his hand out of Al's ass. Mr. Hofer also releases his hold on Al. Al is then lifted up and laid on the desk, his legs spread, arms still tied behind his back. Mr. Hofer stands up and dangles his cock over Al's mouth, slapping his lips with it. He then slides it between Al's lips, forcing it back in Al's mouth. Tim lifts Al's legs up and slides his cock into Al's ass. "Mmm", Al moans, his voice muffled. Tim puts Al's legs over his shoulders and takes a hold of Al's thighs, slowly thrusting. Mr. Hofer holds Al by the jaw and face-fucks him. "Suck it, Al, suck it", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim moves Al's legs together and licks his feet. "Tasty little toes", Tim exclaims. Al exhales sharply through his nostrils. Tim moves Al's legs apart again and pulls Al in closer, picking up speed and thrusting harder. "Ah yeah", Tim exclaims. Al whimpers, his orifices full. Mr. Hofer feels the need to cum. He takes Al by the mouth, pursing his lips, and fervidly jacks his cock. "I'm gonna cum", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He hollers as his load shoots into Al's mouth. "Oh yeah, take that cum", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al's mouth is filled with the acidic taste of semen. He coughs, then swallows the load. "That's a good little slut", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He takes position next to Al and caresses his body as Tim begins to pound Al harder. Al moans. The force of thrusting beats up Al's hole. "Ah", Al hollers, wincing and whimpering. Mr. Hofer rubs and pinches Al's nipples. "Ooh yeah, take that cock", Tim exclaims. He speeds up faster, drilling Al's hole. Al squeals. "Yeah, squeal for us, Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims, kissing Al's cheek. "Raaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!", Tim grunts, using all his might to tear Al's ass up. The loud sound of skin clapping together reverberates in the classroom. Al hollers, his ass taking an incredible pounding. His dick turns rock hard. "Come on, Al, cum", Mr. Hofer exclaims, reaching over and jacking Al's cock. Al grumbles, the intense pain and ecstasy causing pressure to well up inside his cock and ass. He blows his load all over his stomach and chest. "Ooh, look at all that", both Mr. Hofer and Tim exclaim. Tim's breath draws short, the urge to ejaculate reaching its climax. "Oh, I'm about to cum. Oh fuck!", he hollers. Tim jabs Al's hole with a few final thrusts, then blows a large load of cum deep inside Al. "Oh", Tim hollers loudly. Al's legs, let alone his body, are shaky. Mr. Hofer kisses Al on the lips and rubs his chest. Tim pulls out of Al and slaps his ass, another whack having been conquered. Al is breathless, his eyes half-open. "We fucked him good", Tim exclaims. "He deserved this", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al is freed from his restraints. Before he leaves the room, Tim snatches the jockstrap from Al. "I'll that that", Tim exclaims. He smiles and exits the classroom. Mr. Hofer stays behind, caressing Al's hair as he waits for Al to regain himself. "Are you okay?", Mr. Hofer asks. Al says nothing, but snaps back to reality and realizes what he's been put through. Still shaky, Al hurriedly puts his clothes on. "I'll take you home", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Both men grab their belongings and head out for the back parking lot. They enter Mr. Hofer's car and drive off to Al's house. Before Al exits the car, Mr. Hofer exclaims, "This is our little secret. Don't tell anyone, you hear?". Al, sullen, nods his head and steps out of the car. Mr. Hofer watches Al enter his house, then drives off. He calls up Tim on his cell phone. "Hey, Tim, this is Mr. Hofer. I've got another idea we can set up this Friday. Call me back and we'll discuss it", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Mr. Hofer feels half-guilty for what he's doing, but is locked in that moment between virtue and sin, and can't seem to shake it. He anticipates putting his next plan into motion in the next few days. The manipulation is about to take another intriguing turn for all three.

...to be continued

 

[IceColdLover]

Total Control

Friday is here. The time for the second phase of Mr. Hofer's plan has arrived. Al arrives before 8 AM. He had taken the last three days off to recover from Monday's thumping. Al is surprised that Tim is not there to stalk him. He also finds nothing amiss in his locker, and sighs with relief. Al grabs his books and heads to Mr. Hofer's class, despite feeling apprehensive and deceived by Mr. Hofer. He takes his seat and takes out his books. "Okay, class, take out your books and turn to page 37. Today's assignment is on ecosystems.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al loves this topic and is eager to tackle it. He looks around and doesn't see Tim, who is normally in this class on Friday. Al doesn't think much of it and focuses on his schoolwork. He finishes it by 9:30 AM and hands in his assignment. The bell rings at 9:45 AM. Students file out of the classroom. Al is the last one to leave. "Hey, Al. Can you come here for a minute?", Mr. Hofer calls out. Al feels a lump form in his throat. Nervous, he walks over to Mr. Hofer's desk. "Are you doing anything tonight?", Mr. Hofer asks. "No", Al responds. "How about you and I spend some more time together?", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al feels tense, not sure what to say. "I don't know", Al says anxiously. "Don't fret, Al, I just want to get to know my favorite student better.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "We shouldn't be doing this", Al exclaims. "I told you that no one else will find out about us.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "But, you cheated me. You let Tim take advantage of me.", Al exclaims. "You and him just need to have better communication with each other.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "I hate him", Al responds. "Don't say that, he's a good guy.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al feels the aura of deceit and lying pulsating against him, but doesn't know what to do. "How about 7 PM tonight? I'll pick you up, but you can't let anyone know where you are going.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al feels unsure, but again lets his guard down. "Okay", he says hesitantly. "Good, I'll see you then.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al exits the classroom, feeling manipulated and lead around, but in some odd way, enjoys the spell he's under.

The end of the school day rolls around quickly. Al packs his locker with books and heads home. Mr. Hofer stays behind in his classroom, accessing the evening's plans. He hears a knock at the door. "Come in", Mr. Hofer calls out. Tim, who had been out of sight all day, walks in. "Are you ready for us to humble Al tonight?", Mr. Hofer asks Tim. "Yeah, I got everything we need.", Tim responds. "I can tell this is going to be good.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim chuckles, and so does Mr. Hofer. "Can't wait to use him again", Tim exclaims. "Soon before you know it", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Both men head out for Mr. Hofer's car. They drive out to a seedy motel on the edge of town. Once they enter a room, Mr. Hofer and Tim set up the scene for later use. "There, all done", Tim exclaims. "I'll be right back with Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He leaves Tim in the room and heads out to pick up Al. It is exactly 7 PM. The sky darkening, Al sneaks out of his room through a window and walks down his driveway. He enters the passenger seat of Mr. Hofer's car and sits down. "So where are we going?", Al asks. "You'll see", Mr. Hofer exclaims. They drive off and head to the edge of town. Upon arriving, Al notices that they're at a run-down motel. He starts to feel nervous. "Don't be nervous", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Both men exit the car and walk to the assigned room. Mr. Hofer puts his arm around Al and guides him in. As they enter, Mr. Hofer closes and locks the door behind them. Al notices Tim sitting on a chair, with a devious smile on his face. Al becomes frightened and tries to turn back, but Mr. Hofer grabs him by the arms and walks him in. Tim giggles. "Weren't expecting me, were ya?", Tim exclaims. Al feels his body quiver in anxiety. "Take your clothes off and get that ass on the bed.", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al slowly slides his shoes and socks off, looking at both men with a disappointed look. "Let me help you", Tim exclaims, pulling Al's shirt off and yanking his shorts and briefs off. He then pushes Al onto the bed. "Stay there, you whore", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer unbuttons his dress shirt and peels it off, kicking his flats and socks off in the process. Al's breath becomes shorter as he watches Mr. Hofer undo his dress pants and slide them and his white briefs down. Tim pulls out a video camera, ready to record their encounter.

Mr. Hofer crawls onto the bed and snuggles up next to Al, touching Al's naked body. Al tenses up. "Put your hands on me, Al", Mr. Hofer whispers. Nervously, Al reaches over and touches Mr. Hofer's chest, moving his hand down to Mr. Hofer's stomach. Mr. Hofer quivers, his voice shuddering. "Yeah", Mr. Hofer whispers. Tim points the camera in their direction and hits the record button. Mr. Hofer leans in to kiss Al, his metallic breath filling Al's mouth. Al hates the taste, but is quickly overcome by the intoxication. Mr. Hofer runs his hand over Al's neck and shoulders, feeling the softness of Al's skin. He leans down and kisses Al's chest, fondling Al as he does. Al arcs his neck up and sighs. Mr. Hofer then lays on the bed and directs Al to put his hands anywhere he wants. "Come over here", Mr. Hofer exclaims, pulling Al closer. Al decides to climb over Mr. Hofer and touch his nipples. "Yeah, that's it", Mr. Hofer whispers. Al lowers his head and licks Mr. Hofer's chest. He sighs. "Mmm", Tim murmurs. Al twiddles Mr. Hofer's nipples and feels them hardening. Mr. Hofer's body begins to feel hot and tingly. Al gently licks the areola and nibbles the nipple. "Oh yeah", Mr. Hofer sighs. He puts his hands on Al's arms, smoothing down them as Al moves his warm mouth down to Mr. Hofer's stomach, kissing it and licking his navel. Mr. Hofer quivers. "So hot", Tim whispers.

Mr. Hofer pushes Al down between his legs. "Suck on it", he exclaims. Al takes the base of Mr. Hofer's cock, jacking it slowly, then engulfs the head. Mr. Hofer sighs heavily. "Oh yes", Mr. Hofer whispers. "Ah yeah", Tim exclaims, getting into the good part with his filming. Al moves his lips down the shaft, sucking gently. Mr. Hofer writhes, his eyes rolled back. Tim, camera in one hand, undoes his zipper on his jeans and reaches in to jack himself. Mr. Hofer grabs Al's hair and forces his face down, taking in more of the long shaft. Al gags, the glans flush against the back of his throat. Mr. Hofer thrusts his hips, his dick jabbing Al's throat. "Yeah, fuck his mouth", Tim exclaims. Al's eyes well up with tears, his face turning a beet red. Precum singes the back of his throat. The friction makes saliva seep from Al's mouth. "Fuck yeah", Mr. Hofer exclaims, continuing to face-fuck Al. Mr. Hofer pushes Al as far down as his mouth will go, his lips encompassing the base of Mr. Hofer's cock. Al squeals, the sound muffled. "Suck that cock, faggot", Tim exclaims. He takes out a strand of rope and ties Al's wrists together. Mr. Hofer pulls his cock out of Al's mouth and directs Al's mouth down to his musky hole. Tim takes Al by the hair and shoves Al's face into Mr. Hofer's crack. "Eat it", Tim exclaims. Al's tongue is met by the flavor of musk, his nostrils filled with the scent as well. "Oh, Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim forces Al's head back and forth. "I said eat his ass, faggot", Tim exclaims. Al sticks out his tongue and flicks it repeatedly on Mr. Hofer's brown hole. Mr. Hofer's eyes roll back in ecstasy. Al inhales and exhales sharply, his nose against Mr. Hofer's taint. "Yeah, that's it, lick it up", Tim exclaims. pushing Al's face flush against Mr. Hofer's crack. "Oh", Mr. Hofer moans, feeling Al's warm, wet tongue prodding him. Tim shakes Al's head side to side, forcing him to dig at it. "Fucking slut", Tim exclaims. Al's eyes water, feeling his nerves overloaded. Mr. Hofer moves his hips, rubbing his hole on Al's mouth. Al flicks harder, driving Mr. Hofer wild. "See this, Indiana, this right here is a real slut", Tim exclaims into the camera.

Mr. Hofer sets his ass down and takes a breather. Tim pulls Al's head back and shoves a ball gag in his mouth, securing it in place. He then throws Al on the bed. Tim takes the camera and zooms in on Al's ass, sticking up in the air. "Look at that pretty asshole", Tim exclaims, "It's going to get fucked for your viewing pleasure". Mr. Hofer sits up and scoots in behind Al. He then sticks his face in Al's ass and fervidly licks Al's hole. "Yeah, get it, Mr. Hofer", Tim exclaims, pointing the camera in their direction. Mr. Hofer spreads Al's asscheeks apart more, licking up the taste of sweat emanating from Al's crack. "Mmm, mmm", Mr. Hofer grumbles. "How's that ass taste?", Tim asks. Looking back at the camera, "Tastes fucking good", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He goes back licking Al's sweaty hole, digging his tongue harder to the opening. "Yeah, baby, fuckin' Underwood street. Come get yourselves a piece of this sweet ass.", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer takes his fingers and presses them into Al's hole, making him squeal. "Did you hear that, folks? He likes it.", Tim exclaims into the camera. "Ah yeah", Mr. Hofer exclaims, his fingers deep inside Al. He pistons them hard, the sound of sloshing becoming louder. Al's eyes widen, his hollering muffled. "Yeah, fuckin' stretch that ass", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer balls up his hand and shoves it deep. The pressure of Mr. Hofer's hand inside him makes Al breath heavily. "Some fistin' goin' on here. Yeah!", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer pistons his hand hard. Al screams, his hole blasted by the force. Tim zooms in, watching Mr. Hofer's hand moving back and forth in Al's busted hole hard and fast. "He's tearin' that shit up, folks", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer pushes his hand as far as it'll go, making Al squeal loud. "Piggy loves to squeal", Tim chuckles. Mt. Hofer pulls his hand out of Al's hole, a clear film seeping from it. Tim zooms in on Al's hole. "Fresh busted asshole. Limited time only.", Tim exclaims.

Al is flipped over on his back. Mr. Hofer scoots in and takes hold of Al's legs, lifting them in the air. He directs his hard cock into Al's loosened hole, feeling it slide in. "Here comes the best part, people", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer gently rocks his hips, his cock gliding back and forth in Al's ass. Al exhales sharply through his nostrils. "He likes that dick in his ass", Tim exclaims. "Ah yeah", Mr. Hofer exclaims, getting turned on. He takes Al's feet and puts them together, licking the soles and sucking Al's toes. "Got some foot fetish stuff goin' on", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer then takes Al by the thighs and thrusts harder, the skin clapping sound reverberating through the room. Al gasps. "Fuck him, Mr. Hofer", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer lays Al's legs over his shoulders and leans forward, pinning Al's legs down. With a devilish look on his face, he humps Al hard. The bed shakes. Al's eyes widen, his ass nailed continuously. "Yeah, Mr. Hofer, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!", Tim exclaims loudly, as the speed picks up. Al squeals, pinned down and helpless, his ass ravaged. The bed quakes and squeaks the harder Mr. Hofer drills Al. Mr. Hofer huffs, his breath drawing short, sweat dripping off his body. "Woooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!", Tim exclaims loudly. Mr. Hofer's pupils dilate, his mouth agape. "Oh fuck, Al, I'm gonna cum in you", Mr. Hofer whispers. His cock erupts, blowing a warm load of cum deep inside Al. Mr. Hofer gasps and moans, his body hot and overloaded with bliss as his cock drains. He pulls out of Al and rolls over, laying on his back to catch his breath. Tim walks over and zooms in on Al's hole. busted and leaking with cum. "Look at that, people, a cream-filled, fuckin' good time", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer gathers himself and wipes the sweat from his body, then puts his clothes back on. "I'll be out in the car", Mr. Hofer exclaims. He leaves the motel room, leaving Tim alone with Al. Al, who is exhausted, lays there on his back, still restrained and gagged. Tim, who hasn't had his release, sets the camera down on the side table, facing the bed, with the record running. He flips Al over on his stomach and takes his pants and underwear off. Tim climbs over Al and lowers his throbbing cock into Al's open hole. Al winces, feeling Tim's cock slide down inside him. Tim looks at the camera, a wicked grin on his face. He braces his hands against the mattress and begins humping Al, picking up speed by the second. Al whimpers as Tim's cock pumps his sore, busted ass. Tim bites his lower lip, eyes widened, and lays into Al. The bed shakes. "You're gonna get your second load tonight, bitch", Tim exclaims, grunting and huffing. Al hollers, his voice muffled by the gag. The sound of their sweaty skin hitting together echoes in the small room. Tim's breath becomes shallow, the urge to cum reaching its climax. Tim pushes himself into Al a few more times, the glans of his cock hitting Al's prostate. Al feels a wetness underneath him, realizing Tim has made him cum the sheets. Tim huffs louder, his cock finally releasing a large load of warm, sticky cum inside Al. "Oh fuck!", Tim moans loudly, his voice shuddering. Tim sits up and pulls out of Al, looking at how gaping his hole is. "That's how you fuck a faggot and teach him a lesson", Tim exclaims, looking into the camera. Al's eyes are twirly, his body in shock and limp with exhaustion. Tim pulls out a marker and writes crude words on Al's back. "Slut", "slave" and "faggot" are etched in large letters on Al's skin. "Brand him and make him your bitch", Tim exclaims. Tim gets off the bed and cleans himself up before redressing. He releases Al from his restraints and leaves the room. "See you later, fuck boy", Tim exclaims as he exits through the door. Tim enters Mr. Hofer's car. "Did you fuck him too?", Mr. Hofer asks. "Yeah, real good, real hard", Tim responds. "Is he still in there?", Mr. Hofer also asks. "Yes, still passed out on the bed", Tim answers. "Should we wait for him?", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "Nah, he can find his own way home", Tim snickers. Mr. Hofer and Tim drive off without Al. Al regains his senses and realizes he's been left there. He sobs, feeling sore and wrecked. Al finds the strength to get up and clean himself off. He decides to take a quick shower before figuring out how he'll get home. As he enters the bathroom, he sees Tim's writing on his back reflect in the mirror. Feeling utterly humiliated, Al jumps in the shower and washes tonight's ugliness off of him. He finishes showering, dries off and puts his clothes back on. Al decides that he'll have to walk the 2 miles back to his house and sneak back in. 45 minutes later, Al arrives home and quietly climbs in through his bedroom window. He lays in his bed, feeling used and guilty. The night draws in, and Al falls asleep. Before dozing off, he thinks of a way to break off his connection with Tim, knowing that it's do or die. Next week looms, with Al's plan just meer days away.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

WOW!!! Tim and Mr. Hofer really screwed Al over big time the last few chapters. I look forward to finding out what Al's plan is going to be and if he can carry it out.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

WOW!!! Tim and Mr. Hofer really screwed Al over big time the last few chapters. I look forward to finding out what Al's plan is going to be and if he can carry it out.

Brian

It definitely has a college hazing type of feel to it, hooping and hollering as the "victim" gets used and abused. Number 12 should be good, with more of the same formula as the last three.

 

[IceColdLover]

Halloween Havoc

Monday arrives on a hot, muggy day. Al arrives at his locker to grab his textbooks for business class. As he turns to leave, Tim slides over and leans against the lockers. Al huffs in displeasure. "Hey, Al. How was your weekend?", Tim asks. "Leave me alone", Al grumbles. "Oh come on, we had a lot of fun last Friday night. Got it all right here on videotape. I've been jerking off to it all weekend.", Tim exclaims, holding the tape in hand. Al tries to grab it from Tim's hand, but Tim raises it in the air. "Give me that", Al exclaims. "Ah ah ah, not until the whole school sees what a whore you really are", Tim exclaims. Al kicks Tim in the leg. "Ow! What'd you do that for?", Tim exclaims. Al angrily walks away. "This will make lots of money", Tim exclaims, chuckling. Al quickly walks to class. He sits on the farthest side of the class, so as to avoid Tim's heckling. The class files in and takes their seats. "Okay, class, take out your textbooks and turn to page 61. Today's assignment is on entrepreneurship", the teacher exclaims. Al quietly works on his papers. Even still, he can feel a dark energy pushing against him. Al looks over and sees Tim staring at him, giving him the eye. "May I move to the computer room?", Al asks the teacher. "Yes, but please stay where I can see you this time", she exclaims. Al moves to the computer room to finish his assignment. Although a daunting task, Al finishes the paper on entrepreneurship and hands it in to the teacher. "Thank you", the teacher exclaims. Al walks back to his seat, Tim's eyes following him. He returns the stare with an angry glare. Tim just chuckles. The bell rings at 9:45 AM. Al walks quickly to the door and heads to his locker. He opens it to see an invite to tonight's Halloween party. Al is eager to go, wanting to experience the festivities. He packs his bag with books and heads to his Social Studies class.

The class files in at 10 AM. The students take their seats, mingling amongst one another. They discuss the upcoming Halloween party. "So what is everyone dressing up as for the party?", Tom asks. "I'm going as a witch", Erika exclaims. "I'm going as a werewolf", Tom exclaims. "I'm going as a zombie", Morgan exclaims. "I'm dressing up as a cowboy", Tim exclaims. Al, who is quiet, is unsure of what he wants to go as yet. "So, Al, what are you dressing up in?", Tim asks. Al looks back, then turns his eyes toward the front of the class. "I don't know yet", Al replies. "I've got some costumes you could wear if you want", Tim smiles. "Um, no thanks.", Al exclaims. Al feels harassed, so he turns his attention to his assignment and tries to retain his composure. Lunchtime arrives at 11:45 AM. Al hands in his paperwork as he heads out the door. As he makes him way upstairs to the lunch room, Al is stopped by Tim. "What do you want?", Al asks. "Just wanted to say that I hope to see you tonight at the Halloween party", Tim responds, smiling. Al rolls his eyes. "You know, if you can't find a costume to wear, I have an idea. You can put on some bondage or something, show the world that sexy ass of yours.", Tim exclaims. Al scoffs and walks away mad. Tim laughs. "See you tonight, baby", Tim exclaims.

The rest of the day is almost a complete haze to Al. He just wants to hurry home and find a good costume for tonight's party. School ends at 3:15 PM. Al heads to his locker to drop off his books, then races home. The party starts at 8 PM, so Al has plenty of time to find a costume. He decides on a traditional vampire costume, complete with makeup, fake fangs and cape. Time for the Halloween party rolls around quick, the sky already darkened. Al arrives at the school's gymnasium at 8:15 PM. Streamers and decorations dot the large gym as well as the smaller side sym. Loud music blares through the rooms. Everyone is in a good mood, dancing and socializing. Al is greeted by none other than Mr. Hofer, who is decked out in a pirate costume. "Ahoy there, Al", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "Hi, Mr. Hofer", Al responds. "It's Captain Hofer to ye", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al chuckles a bit. He sees some of his other friends and greets them. "Al, you look wonderful", Erika exclaims. "Thank you", Al replies. Morgan, dresses as a werewolf, approaches Al and growls. "Watch yourself, I may suck your blood", Al chuckles. As he backs up, Al bumps into Tim, who is dressed as a cowboy, complete with hat, dress clothes, chaps and vest. "Oh, hey there, Al", Tim exclaims. "Hi, Tim", Al responds in a disappointed tone. "So you gonna suck some blood tonight?", Tim asks. "Um, maybe...", Al replies nervously. "I got something you can suck", Tim giggles. Al walks away in a hurry. "Ah come on", Tim exclaims, chuckling, "I need something to ride tonight".

Al walks further into the gym. He feels thirsty, so he grabs a cup and fills it with blood orange punch. Al downs the juice quickly. "I see that you've bitten someone tonight", Tim exclaims, noting the red liquid on his mouth. "Tim, I told you, leave me alone", Al exclaims. "Just wanna talk", Tim exclaims. "We've got nothing to talk about. Now let me be.", Al exclaims. "At least let me refill your cup", Tim offers. Al hands his cup to Tim, giving him a scowl. Tim walks over to the drinks table and refills Al's cup with more blood orange punch. As he does, Tim slips in a small white pill and stirs it around. "Here you go", Tim exclaims, handing Al his drink. Al sips the juice, and feels a bit dizzy all of a sudden. Tim, with a half-cocked smile on his face, notices that Al is becoming groggy. Al sips more of his drink, but can't shake this daze, his eyes blurry and his muscles fatigued. "You don't look so good", Mr. Hofer exclaims, "Do you need to leave?". "I'll be okay", Al replies, "just a bit faint". "I'll escort him out", Tim exclaims. "No, Tim, I'm fine", Al exclaims. "Let him take you out and get some fresh air", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim puts his arm around Al and carefully walks him out of the gym.

Tim sits Al on the bottom steps leading to the ground floor. "You okay?", Tim asks. "I just feel funny", Al replies. "Maybe you're just dehydrated. Drink some more.", Tim insists. Al sips more of the juice in his cup, but feels even more faint. Tim notices Al becoming more inebriated and begins caressing his shoulders. "There, you'll feel better soon", Tim whispers. Al feels light-headed, his vision darkening. Tim lifts Al off the steps by his arms, and, half-draggingly, walks Al to the restroom. Tim opens one of the stall doors and hangs his hat on the hook. He pulls Al in the stall and lays him over the toilet, shutting the door behind them. Tim snaps Al's cape off and reaches down to slide Al's black pants and briefs down. "Mmm, sexy undies", Tim exclaims. He quickly unbuttons his cowboy dress shirt and unzips his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. The muffled sound of loud music can be heard. With Al half-conscious on the toilet, Tim penetrates his ass. Al is so dazed, he barely feels it. "Ah", Tim sighs, feeling his cock enter Al's hole. He slides it in as far as it'll go, holding Al by the waist, then slowly thrusts. "Told you I needed to ride something tonight", Tim murmurs. The tightness of Al's hole grips Tim's cock, further exciting him. Tim picks up speed, making Al's ass jiggle as the sound of skin clapping echoes in the restroom. "Yeah!", Tim grumbles, pounding Al hard. The force rocks Al against the toilet lid, his arms hanging over the sides. Al moans, only half-feeling the beating his ass is taking. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...", Tim moans, feeling his cock about to burst. He gasps and huffs, pulling his cock out and blowing his load, painting Al's hole with his cum. "Oh", Tim hollers. He jacks his cock to drain the rest, trying to catch his breath. "Mmm, look at all that", Tim exclaims, gazing at Al's ass covered in sperm. Tim pulls his pants back up and buttons his shirt. Before he exits the stall, he grabs his hat and puts it back on. "Happy Halloween", Tim exclaims, leaving Al passed out on the toilet, his butt exposed and brutalized.

Minutes later, still alone in the restroom, Al regains his senses. He wonders how he got in here in the first place, having little to no memory of the last few minutes. Al reaches back and discovers his pants down, his butt feeling wet. He looks at his hand to see it covered in a white material, and knows that Tim had assaulted him. He sobs and tries to stand, but his knees are still weak. Al manages to grab some toilet paper and wipe the semen from his bottom. After several more minutes, Al gathers the strength to stand. He pulls his pants up and limps out of the restroom. Al makes it upstairs, where the party is still in full swing. "Oh God, Al, where were you? Are you okay?", Mr. Hofer asks. "I don't feel any better", Al exclaims. "Want me to take your home?", Mr. Hofer asks. "I'll be okay", Al assures. Al sits down outside of the gym while Mr. Hofer consoles him. "So what happened, Al?", Mr. Hofer asks. "I don't know, but I think Tim assaulted me again", Al replies. Mr. Hofer rolls his eyes. "He didn't assault you", Mr. Hofer replies arrogantly. Al sobs. "I think I better get you home, you're clearly unwell tonight", Mr. Hofer exclaims.

Mr. Hofer takes Al by the hand and helps him up. He walks Al down the stairs to the school's back parking lot and heads for his car. As they get there, Tim walks up to them. "Hey, Mr. Hofer, can I have a ride too?", Tim asks. "Yeah, get in the back", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Al knows what's about to happen, but is too tipsy to fight back. Mr. Hofer lays Al in the back seat with Tim, then hops in the driver's seat and starts his car. Tim smiles. "Thought I was done with you tonight, didn't you?", Tim exclaims. He grabs Al and starts kissing and licking Al's cheek, biting on Al's ear in the process. Al whines. Mr. Hofer backs out of the parking lot and pulls out onto the street. "So where are we going?", Tim asks. "Just gonna drive around while you do your thing", Mr. Hofer exclaims. Tim reaches down and grabs a roll of rope on the floorboard, binding Al's wrists with it. "Gonna teach you not to fight me like that again", Tim grumbles. He pulls Al's pants and underwear down to his knees and lays Al's ass across his lap. Tim grabs it and jiggles it, smacking it several times. Al sobs. "Awww, you gonna cry?", Tim exclaims. He takes one of his socks and shoves it in Al's mouth. "Shut up", Tim exclaims. He continues to spank Al's buttocks, turning them pinkish-red. Tim spreads them apart and pats Al's hole repeatedly. "Yeah, give me that pretty ass", Tim exclaims. Tim leans down and flicks his tongue on Al's hole. "Mmm, mmm, tasty ass", Tim grumbles. Mr. Hofer pulls onto a secluded road and shuts the headlights off. Al's screams are muffled, helpless to stop Tim from violating him. Tim vigorously eats Al's ass as Mr. Hofer watches from the front. Al's eyes widen as he feels Tim shove his fingers into his hole. Tim pistons them face-paced, the sound of sloshing becoming audible. "Rrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!", Tim growls. Al squeals, writhing around in the seat.

Tim finds am empty beer bottle on the floorboard and sodomizes Al with it. "Your ass can take it", Tim laughs. The neck of the bottle is shoved deep, making Al squeal louder. Tim forces the bottle up and down, threatening Al's rectum. "My God", Mr. Hofer whispers, just watching Al getting thrashed. Tim tosses the bottle on the floor. He reaches down and unzips his jeans, then slides them down to his ankles. Al is turned over on his left side. Tim lays on his left side and shoves his cock in Al's ass, making Al jump and scream. "Ah yeah, scream for me", Tim exclaims, locking his hands on Al's waist and thrusting hard. The sound of their skin clapping together becomes loud. "Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, Al, oh, you love it", Tim moans, grapping Al by the front of his throat as he drills him. Al's ass feels extremely sore, almost unable to take the pain. Tim's breath becomes heavy, feeling the need to cum yet again. "Fuckin' take this load, fuckin' take this load", Tim whispers in Al's ear, biting it. He thrusts as hard as he can, a few times more, making Al scream. Tim huffs and gasps, his cock welling up with pressure. "Ah, oh, oh fuck yes!", Tim hollers, blowing his load deep inside Al's busted ass. Tears roll down Al's cheeks, scared and ashamed of the position he's in. "Oh fuck, that was good", Tim exclaims, winded. Mr. Hofer starts the car back up and heads towards Al's house. "Get him cleaned up", Mr. Hofer orders Tim. "Yes, sir", Tim giggles. Tim pulls his pants back up and does the same to Al's. "Now wasn't that fun?", Tim exclaims. Al snivels and sobs, unable to speak. As they near Al's house, Al is freed from his restraints, gasping to catch his breath. "Now be a good boy and don't tell anyone", Tim exclaims. Al's lips quiver, feeling the need to cry, but his feelings are directed inwardly. They arrive at Al's home. Al staggers out of the car. Tim exits and assists Al up to his porch. "You're never going to escape me, Al, never", Tim whispers in Al's ear. He sits Al down on the porch steps and walks away chuckling. "Have a good night", Tim exclaims. Mr. Hofer and Tim drive off. Al relaxes for a bit, then walks inside. His parents are asleep and the house is dimly lit inside. Al walks into the bathroom and removes his Halloween costume. He looks at himself in the mirror, his eyes red and his makeup smeared. Sobbing, he cleans the makeup off his face. Not even thinking about sleeping, Al turns the bathtub faucet on and fills the tub with warm water. He gingerly slips into the water once the bathtub is full and lays down, his head resting on the back. Arms at his sides, Al takes a deep breathe and tries not to think about tonight, but his mind processes the abuse too fast, and he sobs again. Al's plan to break away from Tim has stalled considerably and feels too afraid to exact it. He goes to bed, uncertain and questioning everything.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

I hope drowning himself wasn't the plan Al was going use. I know it was Al who started going down this path but don't let Tim and Mr. Hofer continue to abuse him or cause him to kill himself.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

I hope drowning himself wasn't the plan Al was going use. I know it was Al who started going down this path but don't let Tim and Mr. Hofer continue to abuse him or cause him to kill himself.

Brian

Don't worry, Al will live to see a change. As extreme as the Halloween story is, it was necessary to add it as fuel for the plan Al wants to execute. There will be a light coming soon, right after a few more encounters.

 

[bs29697]

That is great news. I was getting concerned that your story was going to get too dark for me to continue reading.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

Desperate for Normalcy

After Monday's assault, Al finds himself in a deep depression, caused by the cruelty and manipulation of Tim and Mr. Hofer. He cannot believe his life has reached this point, to where another has controlled him physically, mentally and emotionally. The increasingly violent relationship between Al and Tim, with Mr. Hofer as another pawn in the game, frightens Al. He knows that if he does not comply with Tim's sadistic demands, Tim will expose Al's proclivities to the entire community, and having that happen would shatter Al beyond repair. Al also knows that if he does not break away, the abuse will escalate and he'll end up more so a willing body for Tim to use whenever he wishes, with no mind of his own. Wednesday arrives on a cool day. Al, still a bit wrecked from Monday night, cannot miss any more days of school or he'll be kicked out. He knows that Wednesdays are gym class days, having to see Tim and undoubtedly having to submit to his sexual demands again in the locker room. Instead of going straight to gym class, Al lingers in the halls, trying not to be noticed loitering around. Gym class starts at 10 AM, with all of the students filing upstairs to the gymnasium.

The halls are soon bare, everyone in their assigned classes. Al quietly tiptoes to the east end of the school, where it is most quiet. He passes Mr. Hofer's classroom, and looks uneasily at the door. The door to the industrial tech room is open, and Al steps in. No one is there. Al walks around, eyeing the empty class. Suddenly, he hears footsteps. In walks Mr. Brittain, the industrial tech teacher. "Al?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Oh, hi, Mr. Brittain", Al exclaims. "What are you doing here?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Just avoiding an unpleasant situation", Al replies. "What would that be?", Mr. Brittain asks. "It's a long story", Al replies. "Come sit down and tell me about it", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Both men walk into Mr. Brittain's office, where the door is shut behind them. Mr. Brittain sits down in his swivel chair, while Al sits down in a chair across from him. "So what's going in in your life that's so unpleasant, Al?", Mr. Brittain asks. "I'm being harassed and stalked by a classmate", Al replies. "Someone in my class?", Mr. Brittain asks. "No", Al replies. "Have you reported this student?", Mr. Brittain asks. "I did, but the person I told didn't do anything about it and it got worse", Al exclaims. "I can help you", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "It's okay, enough people are involved and I don't want more trouble", Al replies. "I want to help you, Al. I like you, and you're a good student", Mr. Brittain exclaims.

Al feels that familiar taboo in the air. He has always thought of Mr. Brittain as a handsome, young teacher, with a "daddy" appeal to him, but never thought about acting on anything with him. "You like me?", Al exclaims. "Yes, very much, and you are helpful to the class. Maybe you can help me out with some things.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Like what?", Al asks. Mr. Brittain kicks off his flats and rolls his socks off. Al feels a lump forming in his throat, his body tingling. "You know, I'm up on my feet all day, building and fixing stuff in class, and it'd be nice to find someone to ease my aches after a long day.", Mr. Brittain exclaims, propping his bare feet on the desk. Al feels shaky, gazing at Mr. Brittain's big, smooth feet. "You don't have to be nervous, Al. Just keep this between us, okay?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Okay", Al replies nervously. Mr. Brittain scoots his chair over, resting his feet on Al's thighs. Al puffs his breath, feeling unsure. "Rub them for me please", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al slowly brings his hands to Mr. Brittain's feet, and feels how soft they are. "Big feet", Al exclaims, shaking his head. "Yeah? You like 'em?", Mr. Brittain asks. Al gently nods his head. He takes one of Mr. Brittain's feet and gently rubs the sole. Mr. Brittain sighs with relief. "That feels good", Mr. Brittain whispers. Al moves down and rubs the heel, then back up to Mr. Brittain's long toes. He bends them back and forth, easing the tension. This simple act makes both men gradually aroused. The thought of putting Mr. Brittain's feet to his face floods Al's mind. He takes Mr. Brittain by the backs of his heels and lifts his feet up. Al sticks his tongue out and licks the soles. "Oh Al", Mr. Brittain sighs. The soft texture brushes against Al's tongue, the taste of skin meeting his taste buds. A light scent of sweat also pinches Al's nostrils. Al brings his tongue up and licks Mr. Brittain's toes. "God", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al lovingly licks each toe, briefly taking them in his mouth to suck them. "Good boy", Mr. Brittain exclaims, pushing his feet onto Al's face. Al feels a strange relief, realizing that this is the first time he's done anything to another man's feet without being forced to. He presses Mr. Brittain's feet flush against his face, taking in the smell of skin and gingerly licking the soft pads. "Ah", Mr. Brittain exclaims, "I should get you to do this more often". Al smiles.

Mr. Brittain sets his feet down. He slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular body. Al, who has forgotten about his troubles in the midst of the moment, salivates at the sight of Mr. Brittain's bare torso. Mr. Brittain peels his shirt off, the scent of masculinity filling the office. He walks over to Al and stands in front of him. Al's breath becomes shallow, feeling an excitement rush through his veins. Mr. Brittain takes Al's hands and places them on his sides. Al's body quivers. He leans in and kisses Mr. Brittain's stomach, his hands moving up the sides. Mr. Brittain sighs. Al tongues Mr. Brittain's deep navel, the taste of moist flesh permeating through his mouth. Mr. Brittain tenses up, pressing his hands on Al's head. Al moves up and feels Mr. Brittain's pecs, how firm and muscular they are. He leans in and flicks his tongue on Mr. Brittain's nipples. Mr. Brittain sighs. "Oh yes, Al", Mr. Brittain whispers. Al grasps Mr. Brittain's chest with both hands, kissing up and around his shoulders and manly arms. Mr. Brittain arches his head back, eyes closed, rubbing the back of Al's head. Al moves his hands down Mr. Brittain, licking his chest and stomach in the process. Mr. Brittain's skin is hot to the touch, inflaming the smell of his pheromones. The scent makes Al more ravenous, standing up to inhale the fresh scent from Mr. Brittain's smooth armpits, then moving back down to kiss and lick all over Mr. Brittain's bare body. Mr. Brittain sighs deeply.

Al sits back down, his hands now grasping the belt to Mr. Brittain's work pants. He looks up at Mr. Brittain with a look of pure lust. Mr. Brittain caresses Al's face, his thumb rubbing against Al's lips. Al licks Mr. Brittain's fingers and moves his hands over to unlock the buckle to Mr. Brittain's belt. Once open, Al pops the button on Mr. Brittain's pants and slides the zipper down. Mr. Brittain's pants drop to his ankles. standing there in his underwear. Al caresses his hands up Mr. Brittain's powerful thighs, his face level with Mr. Brittain's hips. He grabs the waistband and runs his fingertips through it. Mr. Brittain directs Al with his eyes. Al, looking up at Mr. Brittain with a seductive smile, pulls the white briefs down off of Mr. Brittain's hips and down his legs. A thick, meaty phallus pops out and lightly smacks Al's face. It falls back into place on top of hung testicles. Al's eyes grow wild, amazed at how big Mr. Brittain is. "Be a good boy and suck on it", Mr. Brittain demands. Al playfully taps Mr. Brittain's balls, then grabs his cock, feeling it hardening in his hand. He gives Mr. Brittain another lustful gaze before mouthing the thick head. Mr. Brittain hisses and sighs. "Oh yes", he moans. The juiciness of Mr. Brittain's cock makes Al salivate profusely, sucking the salty flavor from the head. He moves his warm lips down the shaft, the girth widening his mouth. Mr. Brittain's eyes roll back in joy, forcing Al's face down to his pubis. Al gags, the thick meat filling his gullet. "That's it, suck me, suck me", Mr. Brittain whispers. He presses both hands on the back of Al's head, holding him in place. Al holds onto Mr. Brittain's thighs, tears trickling down his cheeks. He forces his head back and forth, creating friction that tickles Mr. Brittain's cock. Mr. Brittain jolts. "Oh fuck", he exclaims. Al pulls back, saliva escaping his lips. Mr. Brittain's cock is all gooey with spit. Al reaches under and lovingly licks Mr. Brittain's balls, the saltiness pinching his taste buds. "God", Mr. Brittain whispers, jolting again. The smell of Mr. Brittain's balls and taint excites Al, engaging him to deepthroat Mr. Brittain's cock again. He engulfs it and sucks harder, bobbing his head forcefully. "Oh, oh", Mr. Brittain moans, his body on overload. Al reaches back and squeezes Mr. Brittain's thick buttocks, feeling precum dripping from the pisshole of Mr. Brittain's cock. "You're a good boy. Are you my good boy? Are you? Yes, you're my good boy.", Mr. Brittain grumbles, face-fucking Al and watching his cock glide fast between Al's lips. Al's eyes redden, his eye welling up with tears. He gags on Mr. Brittain's cock, jolting his head back. "You love my cock, don't you?", Mr. Brittain exclaims, "Fuckin' choke on it". He pushes his cock all the way down Al's throat, holding Al in place. Al exhales through his nostrils, his mouth overloaded with spit and salty cock. Mr. Brittain pulls out. Al gasps for air. "Ooh, you're so good", Mr. Brittain grumbles.

Mr. Brittain pulls his chair closer to them. He kneels down in the seat, his ass facing Al. The scent of blue collar butt wisps through Al's nostrils. He grabs Mr. Brittain's smooth, hard buttocks and leans his face in. Mr. Brittain sighs as Al gingerly licks his hole. The strong taste of musk hits Al's tongue, making him more eager to eat Mr. Brttain's ass out. He shoves his face deeper, taking in all the senses, and vigorously tongues Mr. Brittain's pinkish-brown hole. "Oh yeah, that's it, that's it", Mr. Brittain whispers. Al flicks his tongue faster, rousing Mr. Brittain. "Fuckin' get that tongue in there", he exclaims. Al happily obliges, prodding Mr. Brittain's hole. "More, more, more", Mr. Brittain begs. Al, fast-paced, rubs his face up and down Mr. Brittain's crack, flicking his tongue repeatedly as he goes over the hole. "Oh", Mr. Brittain hollers, "Fuckin' eat my ass, boy". Al fervently digs his tongue into Mr. Brittain's hole, making his eyes roll back in ecstasy. "You good little fucking slut", Mr. Brittain exclaims excitably, shoving Al flush against his crack and rubbing his face in it. "Taste good, boy?", he asks. "Mmm hmm", Al grumbles. "Taste that fuckin' hole", Mr. Brittain exclaims. The musk covers Al's nose and lips, enhancing his senses. He takes a finger and gently rubs it on Mr. Brittain's hole. "You gonna play with my hole? Fuckin' play with it.", Mr. Brittain demands. Al gently slides his fingers into the dewy sphincter, making Mr. Brittain jolt and gasps. "Oh yes, go deep", Mr. Brittain begs. Al shoves his finger deeper, feeling the tightness grip his knuckles. He pokes Mr. Brittain's prostate, making his dick twitch. "Oh, right there", Mr. Brittain whispers. Al jabs a bit faster. "Oh, oh!", Mr. Brittain hollers, "God, that's fucking good". His body shakes with an unbridled passion.

Mr. Brittain huffs, trying to catch his breath. After teasing Mr. Brittain for several minutes, Al pulls his fingers out. "Like that?", Al giggles. "Yeah, boy, you're good at pleasing a man. Now I want to do the same.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He sits back down in his sit, jacking his hard cock. "Take your shorts off and show me that sexy ass", Mr. Brittain demands. Al pulls his shorts and briefs down and steps out of them. "Ooh", Mr. Brittain exclaims, "Come here". Al walks toward Mr. Brittain and turns around. Mr. Brittain reaches out with his free hand and grabs Al's buttocks, feeling how firm and soft they are. He gently pulls them apart, getting a look at Al's pink hole. "Pretty asshole", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He stands up and walks Al over to the desk, leaning Al over it. Mr. Brittain leans his head down, spreading Al's asscheeks and rubbing his palm over Al's hole. His ass spread, Al moans as Mr. Brittain lowers his head and begins tonguing Al's hole. "Oh, Mr. Brittain", Al whispers. The light, tangy taste of Al's hole pinches Mr. Brittain's tongue, a flavor like no other. He buries his face deeper, inhaling sharply, and fervidly eats Al out. Al's eyes roll back, his hole stimulated beyond belief. "Oh God", Al moans. Mr. Brittain squeezes Al's buttocks, shaking his head and flinging his tongue in repeated motions. Al's cock grows. He soon feels a familiar pressure on his hole, Mr. Brittain's thick fingers entering his rectum. "Ooh", Al moans. "So tight", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He turns his fingers upward, jabbing lightly. "Yes, yes", Al whispers. Mr. Brittain jabs Al's prostate, making Al's cock rock hard. "Oh, give it to me", Al begs. Mr. Brittain pistons his fingers. Al gasps and huffs. "Oh yeah", Mr. Brittain exclaims. the sound of sloshing becomes noted the faster Mr. Brittain forces his fingers. Al tries to restrain his glee, but hollers in pure bliss. Both men breath heavily.

Mr. Brittain pulls his fingers out and quickly turns Al around, laying him on his back on the desk. Al's ass hangs over the edge of the desk. Mr. Brittain lifts Al's legs up and directs his throbbing cock into Al's loosened hole. "Ah, ah, mmm", Al moans, feeling the thick phallus slide into him. "Take my cock", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Mmm, gimme that cock", Al begs, his mouth agape and eyes fixed on Mr. Brittain. Gym class is half over. Tim, wondering why he hasn't seen Al in class today, goes searching for him. "Where are you, my little whore?", Tim exclaims. He walks out of the gym and heads downstairs. Once there, Tim walks to the far end of the long hallway, power in his stride. Several classes are still in session, but knows that Al is likely in a quiet spot. Tim makes his way to the east end of the hall. He sees the industrial tech class door as the only one open, and steps in. Tim hears a low moaning sound. He steps over to the office window, the blinds half-open, and sees Mr. Brittain fucking Al. "You cheating whore", Tim mumbles. Mr. Brittain puts Al's right leg over his shoulder, while holding the left leg by the ankle, and rocks his hips back and forth. "Oh Mr. Brittain, oh Mr. Brittain", Al moans. "Like that ass fucking?", Mr. Brittain grumbles. "Fucking love it. Fucking love being your whore", Al exclaims. Al feels elation, the first time in a long time that the sex is reciprocated in an acceptable manner to him. Tim crosses his arms, seething with jealousy. Al's body quivers in ecstasy, Mr. Brittain's thick cock stretching him and moving so smoothly. "Oh fuck", Al moans. "Mmm", Mr. Brittain exclaims, rocking a bit harder. He moves his hands to Al's thighs, grasping them and thrusting harder. Al gasps several times, feeling the friction picking up. The sound of skin clapping together becomes loud. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...", Al moans, feeling Mr. Brittain's cock tearing him up. "Mmm, mmm, mmm", Mr. Brittain grumbles, huffing as he pounds Al harder. "Oh yes....oh my God....oh, Mr. Brittain....", Al moans loudly, his breath drawing short. "Uh, uh, uh!", Mr. Brittain hollers, laying into Al with his final thrusts. Mr. Brittain's body becomes hot and tingly, his cock on the verge of bursting. Al feels the need to cum as well, with both men huffing, locked in ecstasy. Al's eyes roll back, the force strong enough to send a spew of cum out of his dick and up towards his shirt. He gasps. Mr. Brittain's breath draws shallow by the second, his eyes fixed in a state of euphoria. He blows his load deep inside Al. "Oh, oh yeah", Mr. Brittain hollers, feeling the intense release. Al feels Mr. Brittain's cum heat up inside him, his legs shaking uncontrollably. Mr. Brittain, breathless and covered in sweat, leans over Al. "Did you like that hard fucking pounding?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Fucking loved it so much, daddy", Al exclaims. Al wraps his arms around Mr. Brittain's neck and they kiss. Tim, angry, walks away, shaking his head in disbelief.

Mr. Brittain, after catching his breath, puts his clothes back on. Al takes awhile to regain his composure, his body still feeling the shock. He slowly rolls off the desk and grabs his clothes. "So what class were you supposed to be at today?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Gym, but have had enough of it", Al replies. "Well, whenever you need some physicality, swing by my office.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al smiles, sliding his shorts up. He exits Mr. Brittain's office and heads out the door. Mr. Brittain looks on, a half-smile across his face. Al, still shaky, walks down the long corridor, heading back to gym class. "Hey, Al", a voice calls out. Al stops cold in his tracks, a nervous lump forming in his throat. Tim walks up to Al. "So where were you?", Tim asks. "None of your business", Al replies. "You were fucking the shop teacher", Tim exclaims angrily. He grabs Al's arms, folding them across his chest. Al gasps in fright. "I told you, you're my bitch, and you will not fuck anyone but me. Looks like I'll need to teach you another lesson.", Tim exclaims, his breath huffy. He bites Al's ear. "We're going to go for a little walk", Tim whispers. Al, whiny, is dragged to the restroom. Tim opens the stall door and both men walk inside. He shuts the door behind them. Al's hands are forced down between the grab bar, pinning them in place. Tim yanks Al's shorts and underwear down. He stands behind Al and unzips his pants. Al closes his eyes and feels Tim penetrate him. He jolts as Tim's cock is shoved in. Tim sighs with the entry into Al's ass. He leans on Al, his arms around Al's stomach, and humps him. "Mmm, mmm, mmm", Tim grunts. Al curls his lips and sobs, his body almost banged against the wall with each thrust. "You're gonna take this dick, you hear me? No one else is going to have you but me!", Tim exclaims, becoming more forceful. Al gasps as Tim's cock jabs him repeatedly, his already sore bottom being subjected to more pain. "No...", Al whines, helpless to escape. Tim lays into Al a few more times, vigorous with each thrusts, then unloads inside Al's ass. "Ah yeah", Tim moans. He pulls out of Al's ass, watching his cum leak out of it, then smacks Al's buttocks in yet another sign of mastery. Al sobs. "You're gonna learn, Al, one way or the other", Tim exclaims. He puts his pants back together and exits the stall, leaving Al damaged. "See you later, faggot", Tim exclaims, smiling. When he can hear no footsteps, Al frees his hands from the grab bar. He leans against the wall, sobbing and weak in the knees. Al pulls his shorts and briefs back up and goes to wash his hands and face in the sink. While doing so, Al looks in the mirror, his eyes reflecting a darkness that was not there previously. He grits his teeth, feeling a vengeful thought pour into his mind. Now is the time for Al to enact his revenge. Tim will regret the day he decided to cross Al.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

I'm not sure how Mr.Brittain can help Al but it will interesting to find out what Al's revenge will be.

Brian

 

[Autolycus]

Looks like Al has a true friend at last

 

[IceColdLover]

Hero of the Day

Thursday arrives on a warm, windy day. Al arrives at school, his mind feeling twisted. He feels "corrupted", caught between being Tim's slave and putting on a face of normalcy. Al decides that today is the day he needs to cut Tim loose, or he will be driven to insanity. To pull off his plan, Al needs to go back where it all began. He knows that today the school's football team will be in practice in the afternoon, preparing for the final game of the season. The day drags on, with Al anxiously awaiting for the afternoon's arrival. Around 2:30 PM, he heads for the men's locker room, knowing that the team will be there any minute. Moments later, the football team files in, exhausted from a grueling practice. The smell of sweat, musk and mud fills the locker room air. Al watches from behind the locker room door as the footballers change out of their uniforms. The abundance of skin makes Al aroused, but needs to focus on his plan. Minutes later, all of the jocks exits the locker room, Al hides in the shadows of the empty office as not to be seen. Once gone, Al tiptoes out into the locker room. Jake, the guy who took Al's virginity, is still changing out of his uniform. "Hey, Jake", Al exclaims. "Oh, hey, Al", Jake replies. "Good game today?", Al asks. "Coach worked us to death", Jake exclaims. As Al sits on the bench, Jake unclips his shoulder pads and lifts them off his shoulders. "So what's up?", Jake asks. "I need your help", Al exclaims. "With what?", Jake asks. "Tim has been abusive to me for awhile", Al exclaims. "Oh yeah?', Jake exclaims. "Haven't you noticed?", Al asks. "Yeah, I've seem him tease you and take jabs at you", Jake replies. "There's a lot more to it than what you think", Al exclaims. "What would that be?", Jake asks. "I've become his slave. He caught us that day we had sex in the storage room, and ever since, he's become so jealous that he stalks me and forces himself on me whenever he thinks I'm out of line.", Al replies. "No way", Jake exclaims. "Yes, and he even got Mr. Hofer involved. Tim recorded Mr. Hofer and I having sex in that motel on Underwood street, threatening to reveal the tape to everyone if i don't stay his.", Al exclaims, a frown forming on his face. "What the fuck?", Jake exclaims. "I know. Do you remember the Halloween party a few weeks ago?", Al asks. "Yes", Jake replies. "Tim spiked my drink and raped me in the bathroom that night", Al exclaims. Jake's mouth stands agape, in disbelief at what Al is telling him. "That wasn't all. He raped me again that night in Mr. Hofer's car as Mr. Hofer watched", Al exclaims. "Those fucking bastards", Jake exclaims loudly. "I can't take it anymore, Jake", Al exclaims, beginning to cry. Jake becomes angry at what he's heard. He stands up and peels off his jersey, still changing out of his football uniform. Al gazes at Jake's bare torso, covered in sweat. He can smell the strong odor of sweat, but tries to not let his libido get to him, needing to focus on the task at hand. Al stands up and walks over to Jake, putting his arms around Jake, his head resting on Jake's chest. "I don't know what to do, Jake", Al cries. "I'll handle it", Jake says in a low, angry tone. He puts his arms around Al, hugging and cradling him. "You will?", Al exclaims. "Don't you worry, buddy, I got your back", Jake exclaims. "Thanks", Al exclaims, sniveling. "No problem", Jake exclaims. "I love you, Jake", Al exclaims. "I love you too, Al. It'll be okay." Jake rests his head on Al's head, an angry scowl etched on his face. All cried out, Al releases himself from Jake and sits back down. "I gotta get changed and head home soon", Jake exclaims, kicking off his cleats. "Okay", Al exclaims. "You go home and relax, things will be better soon.", Jake exclaims. Al heads out of the locker room. As he gets to the door, he turns around, and sees Jake remove his tights and leg padding. Jake stands there, his buttocks hanging out of his jockstrap. Al huffs, aroused by the sight of a half-naked Jake. "Go!", Jake exclaims, almost laughing. Al bolts out. Jake smiles, knowing how much Al enjoys him. He puts on his street clothes and heads out of the school as the bell rings.

It's now 3:30 PM, and Jake goes searching for Tim. He walks towards the front of the school, knowing that Tim walks the main road home. Tim is unaware that he's being followed once Jake spots him. As they both reach the park up the road, Jake rushes up to Tim and shoves him down onto the grass. "Hey, you fucking prick, what was that for?", Tim exclaims. "You've been doing Al dirty, beating him up and raping him!", Jake exclaims, gritting his teeth. "Oh I see, you're just jealous that I have him all to myself and you don't.", Tim laughs. Jake shoves Tim again. "Come on, pussy, pick on someone your own size.", Jake yells. Tim takes a swing at Jake, but Jake moves out of the way, and returns a hard smack to Tim's face. Tim flinches, grabbing his jaw. "You want more?", Jake asks. "I want more of Al's sweet ass, and you're in my way.", Tim chuckles. Jake angrily swings his fists, but all Tim does is laugh at Jake's attempt to fight him. "Heh heh, come on now, is that all you got?", Tim exclaims. A scuffle ensues, with both men rolling around on each other. Jake, the bigger and more muscular of the two, is able to pin Tim down. "Heh heh, you like being on top?", Tim laughs, Jake sitting on his stomach. "You sick fuck!", Jake yells, punching Tim in the nose. Blood spews from Tim's nostrils, his face filling up with pain. Jake delivers another punch, knocking Tim's jaw out of place. He cannot control himself, and repeatedly punches Tim in the face, blackening his eyes and busting his lips. "This is for Al", Jake exclaims. Jake sits up. Tim rolls over, and is kicked in the chest, an audible crack noticed. Tim cries in pain, feeling that his ribs are broken. Jake delivers more kicks to Tim's chest and abdomen. Tim hollers in pain. Jake stomps on Tim's back repeatedly. "How do you like it, you fucker?!", Jake yells. Tim's mouth oozes with blood, having a hard time breathing. Jake drags Tim to the park's bathroom where no one can see them, continuing his assault. Jake opens a stall and throws Tim down on the toilet, striking him in the face. Tim is helpless to fight back, being given a dose of his own medicine. In a wild rage, Jake yanks Tim's jeans down, ripping Tim's briefs. He takes the bar to a toilet paper holder and forces it into Tim's ass. Tim yelps. "This is what Al felt", Jake exclaims. He twists the bar up inside Tim. Tim's ass soon bleeds. With a final blow, Jake slams Tim's head against the toilet's tank. Tim collapses, knocked silly. Jake checks Tim's neck to see if he's still alive, and still feels a pulse. "You're lucky I don't kill you right now", Jake grumbles, feeling winded from fighting Tim. He riffles through Tim's bookbag and finds what he's looking for - the videotape. "I'll be taking this", Jake exclaims. He exits the stall and closes the door, leaving Tim battered, bruised and bloody.

The next day, a Friday, Al arrives to his science class. He is surprised yet relieves that Tim is not there. As class proceeds, one of the teachers interrupts Mr. Hofer's teaching and delivers some shocking news. "Mr. Hofer, I hate to inform you, but Tim is in the hospital right now.", the teacher announces. The class exclaims with disbelief. "What happened?", Mr. Hofer asks, concerned. "He was brutally assaulted while walking home yesterday afternoon. He was found in the men's restroom at the park, beaten severely and his clothes torn off. I've been told he suffered broken ribs, a concussion, a broken jaw and internal bleeding, amongst other injuries. He's currently in the ICU.", the teacher says. Al sits there frozen, realizing that Jake was serious when he said he would handle it, but wasn't expecting Jake to beat Tim within an inch of his life. Jake, who shares the same class, turns his eyes to Al and smiles. Al looks at Jake with a surprised look. "Is he going to be okay?", Mr. Hofer asks. "They are doing what they can to stabilize his condition, and to find the person or person who attacked him.", the teacher exclaims. Mr. Hofer is stunned. He feels that the attack on Tim was a message regarding their abuse of Al. In that split moment, Mr. Hofer decides to cut the strings to his double life. He knows that if he confronts Al about Tim's misfortune, that Al could implicate him in the abuse he's been receiving for weeks. Mr. Hofer sits back in his chair. "Keep us updated on his condition", Mr. Hofer exclaims. "We will", the teacher exclaims, "and if anyone has any information, please tell any of us teachers or the principal". Mr. Hofer sits back, his eyes wide in stunned disbelief at the current events. The students, still shocked, focus on their assignment and keep quiet. Class ends at 9:45 AM. The class files out of the room. Al grabs his bookbag and heads out the door. He looks back at Mr. Hofer before leaving. Mr. Hofer looks over, and sighs. Al raises his eyebrows and sighs, knowing that Mr. Hofer knows. With Al out of sight, Mr. Hofer bows his head, shaking his head side to side, guilt racking his mind. "This is my fault", Mr. Hofer whispers to himself.

Al walks down the long hallway, bypassing several students. He looks for Jake, wanting to talk about what happened to Tim. Al finds Jake near the men's locker room, hanging around. "Jake?", Al exclaims. "Hey, Al", Jake exclaims. "Man, I cannot believe you did that.", Al exclaims. "Did what?", Jake asks. "Beat Tim to a pulp", Al exclaims. "I did it for you. He won't bother you anymore.", Jake exclaims. "God, Jake", Al exclaims. Jake chuckles. "So what now?", Al asks. "What do you mean?", Jake asks. "Now that Tim is out of the way", Al replies. "Maybe we can get to know each other better now", Jake exclaims. Al sucks his lips inward and shakes his head. "Okay. I guess I have to reward you for being my hero.", Al exclaims. Jake smiles. "What class do you have next?", Jake asks. "Sex ed", Al replies. "How about you skip class and we make our own sex ed?", Jake exclaims, smiling. Al smiles back. "Okay, stud", Al exclaims. With the halls empty, Jake and Al quietly sneak into their favorite spot - the storage room. "Been awhile since we've done this", Jake exclaims. "It sure has", Al sighs. Jake kicks off his sneakers and rolls his socks off his feet. Al licks his lips, feeling warm inside. Jake notices Al's peculiar stare. "My feet make you hot?", Jake asks. "Yeah", Al replies softly, "I didn't get to do anything with them last time". "So you like men's feet, huh?", Jake exclaims. He lifts one leg up and pushes his foot to Al's face. "Smell 'em", Jake exclaims. Al, becoming warmer, takes Jake's foot and inhales the scent. He sticks out his tongue and lovingly licks around the edges and up the sole. "Damn", Jake exclaims. Jake's big feet arouse Al, who runs his tongue through Jake's toes and sucks on the soft pads. "Get as much as you want", Jake says, smiling. The flavor of salty skin pinches Al's tongue, the scent making Al high. Jake switches out his feet and Al loves on the other the same way. "Be my good foot slave", Jake exclaims. Al looks up at Jake. "I'll be your slave anything", Al exclaims. Jake smiles.

His breath tasting like skin, Al licks his lips and stares at Jake with a lustful grin. Jake takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head, dropping the shirt to the floor. Al's eyes widen, again getting an eyeful of Jake's smooth, masculine body. "You love it when I take my shirt off, don't you?", Jake exclaims, a smile on his face. "You know I do", Al says, losing his breath. Jake walks closer to Al. Al, his breath slightly restrained, puts his hands on Jake's stomach. "So soft", Al exclaims. "Yeah?", Jake exclaims. Al runs his hands up and down Jake's body, stimulating Jake's nerves. He leans in and licks Jake's navel, tickling Jake. "Ah", Jake sighs. Al's tongues moves up toward Jake's broad shoulders. "Lift your arms up, I wanna smell your pits.", Al exclaims. Jake obliges. "You stink so good", Al exclaims. Jake giggles. Al takes in Jake's pheromones, becoming intoxicated by the scent. He leans in and licks the sweaty moisture from under Jake's pits, the flavor piquant and almost overwhelming. "Dirty boy", Jake exclaims. Al moves down and twiddles Jake's red nipples, hardening them. He then kisses and licks them, making Jake sigh. "I've missed this", Jake exclaims. Al looks up at Jake with a passionate gaze, nibbling Jake's nipples. Jake rubs Al's head, arching his head back and sighing. Al moves quickly between Jake's navel and nipples, pleasuring every inch of his body. Jake can feel his body quiver inside. "God you're good", Jake sighs.

Al leans down lower, arriving at Jake's hips. He reaches over and unbuckles Jake's belt, pulling it back. Jake's jeans begin to sag. Al grabs the flap and pops the button off, then slides the zipper down. Dark brown boxers were Jake's choice of underwear today. "Mmm", Al exclaims. He pulls Jake's jeans down to his ankles, seeing Jake's bulge push through the silky fabric. With a seductive gaze, Al pulls Jake's boxers down, his cock flopping out. "This is what I've been craving", Al exclaims. Jake giggles. "It's all yours", Jake exclaims, smiling. Al takes Jake's throbbing cock in hand, feeling how meaty it is, the veins pulsating. He leans in and mouths the thick pink head, met by a salty flavor. Jake gasps. "Oh yes", he sighs. Al twists Jake's cock and moves his mouth up and down the shaft, the friction making Al's mouth salivate. Jake quivers, grabbing Al's head. "God that's good", Jake whispers. Al pulls away and runs his tongue over Jake's balls, taking in a salty taste. His tongue runs smoothly under the shaft, back up to the head, over and over. Al spins his tongue around the head, tonguing the pisshole in the process. "You like that dick", Jake exclaims. Al winks. He takes Jake's cock all the way in his mouth, his face pressed again Jake's sparsely red pubes. Jake jumps, and gasps. Al, his throat filled with Jake's meat, gags, breathing shallowly through his nostrils. "Suck it", Jake exclaims, forcing Al's head down and thrusting slowly. The head jabs the back of Al's throat. Jake becomes more forceful, thrusting his cock harder in Al's mouth. Al's eyes water, his face turning pinkish-red. "Yeah, that's a good cocksucker", Jake exclaims, his body shaking. Al, although stuffed, sucks harder, making Jake holler in glee. "Fuck, you're amazing", Jake whispers. Al pulls away, Jake's cock sliding out of his mouth, covered in spit. "Clean it up", Jake demands. Al licks his spit off of Jake's cock, while reaching under Jake and massaging his taint. "I'll clean something else of yours too", Al exclaims, winking. "Yeah?", Jake exclaims, turning around. His smooth, thick butt is in Al's face. A familiar spicy musk emanates from the crack. "Go ahead and eat me out, bad boy", Jake demands. Al parts Jake's buttocks, his brown hole begging for attention. He leans in and tongues Jake's hole, the musk washing over his tongue. "That's good, Al, that's good", Jake whispers. Al mouths the hole and kisses it, gently sucking it and lapping up the strong flavor. Jake sighs. "Fuuuuuck...", he exclaims. The spicy scent fills Al's nose, making him more eager. He flicks harder, punching the opening with the tip of his tongue. "Ah, ah yeah. You love that ass, don't you?", Jake exclaims. He rubs his ass on Al's face, forcing Al's head down flush into his asscrack. "Eat it, eat my fuckin' ass, you dirty little fag", Jake demands. Al gladly obliges and becomes more ravenous, digging his tongue into the rubbery hole and inhaling sharply. Jake moans loud. "God damn, Al, you are so fucking amazing", he exclaims. Al finishes off Jake's ass with a few more licks, until no trace of musk is present. "Mmm, I love the way you lick my asshole", Jake exclaims, sighing.

Al leans back on the ottoman, taking a breather. Jake turns around. "It's your turn now. Take off your clothes", Jake exclaims. Al strips naked and awaits Jake's next move. Jake picks up Al and lays him on the desk. He lifts Al's legs up and pins them back, with Al's buttocks in the air. "Look at that hot little hole", Jake exclaims. He eagerly sticks his mouth on Al's pink hole, flicking his warm, moist tongue on it. Al sighs. "Oh Jake", Al moans. The light taste of Al's hole excites Jake further, with him digging his face into it hard. Al gasps. "Oh yes, Jake", Al whispers. Holding Al by the hips, Jake fervidly eats Al out, his tongue lashing Al's hole repeatedly. Al swallows the lump in his throat, gasping. "Ooh, that feels so good, Jake", Al moans. "Yeah? How about this?", Jake exclaims, sticking his long fingers into Al's loosened hole. Al gasps loudly. "Yeah, scream for me as I finger the hell out of you", Jake exclaims. Jake pistons his fingers hard, the sloshing of saliva getting louder. Al whimpers, trying not to scream, but feeling overloaded with bliss. "Ooh, look at how your hole just stretches", Jake exclaims, pressing deeper and turning his fingers. He forces harder in a downward thrust, blasting Al's hole. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!", Al hollers. Jake presses down as hard as he can, the pressure against Al's prostate. Al's cock grows rock hard, with precum seeping from his pisshole. "Don't cum yet, not til I've torn that ass up", Jake exclaims. He pulls his fingers out and sets Al's ass down. Al gasps as he feels Jake's cock enter his ass. "Oh God, oh God, Oh God...", Al huffs. Jake takes a hold of Al's thighs and rocks his hips. "Mmm, damn, that feels good", Al murmurs. "Like my big cock in your ass?", Jake exclaims. "Oh fuck yes, you know it", Al whispers. Al grabs his chest, feeling breathless as Jake humps his ass. Jake rocks a bit harder, the sound of skin clapping lightly echoing in the room. "Fuck me, Jake", Al begs. Jake picks up speed, his cock gliding back and forth in Al's hole faster. "Oh yes, oh yes", Al gasps. "Mmm", Jake grunts. The excitement of the moment causes Jake to scoop Al's legs from under his knees, lifting him off the desk and fucking him in midair. Al grabs hold of Jake's powerful biceps, his mouth agape. "Oh God, Jake, you're so strong", Al exclaims. A devilish look in Jake's eyes becomes noticeable. Al knows he's about to be fucked good. Jake picks up speed, his feet planted in place as he drills Al's ass. The sound of skin clapping becomes louder. "Oh Jake, oh Jake, oh Jake, fuck me! Oh my God!", Al hollers, his ass taking an incredible pounding. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!", Jake growls, pounding Al with all of his might. The force of Jake's cock nailing his hole makes Al's eyes roll back, his mouth agape and face fixed in ecstasy. The friction engages Jake's cock, the need to cum becoming stronger. Jake's eyes widen, laying into Al with his final thrusts. The jabs cause Al to cum all over Jake's chest, hands-free. Al hollers at the release. Jake grunts. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum in you", Jake hollers. His load explodes out of his cock and deep inside Al's ass. "Oh fuck", Al exclaims loudly, feeling Jake's warm cum inside him. "Oh yeah", Jake grumbles, reaching his climax. Jake slows down, thrusting a few more times, then sets Al back down on the desk and pulls out. Al, his eyes twirly and breathing heavy, feels his body shaking uncontrollably, still locked in ecstasy. Jake wipes the sweat from his face. "Ah. Damn that was fucking good", Jake exclaims. Al slowly regains his composure. "Are you alright?", Jake asks. "Yes", Al replies. Both men grab their clothes and hurriedly redress. "I love it when you fuck me", Al exclaims. "I love fucking you", Jake exclaims. Both men smile at each other. Once dressed, both Jake and Al head to their respective classes. As they walk away from each other, Al calls out to Jake. "Jake?", Al exclaims. "Yeah?", Jake replies. "I love you", Al exclaims, with a satisfied look on his face. "I love you too, man", Jake responds, smiling. Al watches Jake walk away. "My hero", Al sighs.

...to be continued

 

[Autolycus]

That was petty intense! Great to see Al is having a good time at last.

 

[bs29697]

Tim had his beating coming to him he is lucky Jake didn't kill him. Mr Hofer deserves a beating as well but I'm sure Karma will get to him first. Jake didn't mention to Al that he has the video Tim made I hope he doesn't get blackmailed again this time by Jake. Loved reading this chapter.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

A New Enemy

November's sighs sweeps over midwestern Indiana on a cold, hazy Monday. Thanksgiving is near. Al arrives at school to a festive scene of turkey streamers, Native American and pilgrim statuettes, and cornucopias. He heads to his locker to grab his textbooks. Jake swings by. "Hey, Al", Jake exclaims. "Hey, Jake", Al replies. "I forgot to give you something", Jake exclaims. "What's that?", Al asks. Jake hands over the videotape Tim had been keeping of him. "Thought you might need this in case some shit happens", Jake exclaims. "I appreciate that", Al exclaims. Jake grins. "But wait one moment. Did you...watch it?", Al asks. Jake turns his head away, blushing. "You did, didn't you?", Al exclaims. "Yeah...", Jake replies shyly. Al shakes his head. "Oh Jake", Al exclaims. "Don't worry about it, no one else saw it", Jake exclaims. "I hope not", Al exclaims nervously. Jake raises his eyebrows. "So what did you think of it, since now you've seen it and all?", Al asks. "Um, wild", Jake replies. "Is that all?", Al asks. "It wasn't fair to you though", Jake exclaims. "I'm glad you think so. I want no part of Tim or his games anymore.", Al exclaims. "Well, I took care of that", Jake exclaims. "Yeah, and let's hope no one finds out or you're in trouble", Al exclaims. "I'll be alright, Jake don't take shit from no one.", Jake exclaims. Al chuckles, smiling at Jake. "What class do you have next?", Jake asks. "Home Ec, cooking stuff", Al replies. "Ah, make yourself some turkey", Jake exclaims. Both chuckle. "Well, see you later, Al", Jake exclaims. "See you, Jake", Al exclaims. As Jake walks away, Al slips the videotape into his bookbag and heads for Home Ec class.

Class starts at 8:15 AM. The class takes their seats and awaits the teacher's instructions. "Okay, class, today I am teaching you all how to properly cook a turkey, along with the usual Thanksgiving garnishes.", the teacher exclaims. Al feels hungry, his mouth watering. Students file to the back of the room where the kitchens are. As Al gets up from his seat, something falls out of his bookbag. He leans down to pick it up and notices that it's the envelope containing Tim's nude pics, forgetting that it was in there. Al hurriedly gathers the scattered photos off the floor and shoves them back in the envelope. Chris, a blonde-haired jerk who is popular in the school, notices the commotion. "Whatcha got there, Al?", Chris asks. "Nothing", Al mumbles. "Come on, let me see", Chris exclaims, snatching the envelope from Al's hand. Al gets scared, and rushes over to Chris to take back the envelope. "Give that back", Al demands. With a smile on his face, Chris riffles through the envelope and is taken aback by what he sees. "Whoa...", he exclaims. Al snatches the envelope of photos back from Chris. "You sick freak", Chris exclaims. Al, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat, shoves the envelope in his bookbag and zips it shut. "Al, come back and join us please", the teacher calls out. Al gingerly makes his way to the kitchen area and watches the teacher demonstrate her cooking. Chris glares at Al, and Al notices, but does nothing. Towards the end of class, everyone has finished their cooking. Al thinks his turned out okay, and the teacher, taste testing Al's dish, agrees. "This is the best turkey dish I think I've ever had from any of my students", the teacher exclaims. Al nods his head, happy that his teacher gave approval to his Thanksgiving meal.

Home Ec class ends at 9:45 AM. Al grabs his bookbag and heads out the door. He heads down to his locker to take out his next class' textbooks. As Al is reaching into his locker, Chris walks up and nudges his shoulder. Al turns around. "So what are you doing with pics of naked men in your bag?", Chris asks connivingly. Al gives Chris a cold stare. "Wasn't that Tim I saw in there? What's the deal with you and him?", Chris asks. "None of your business", Al exclaims, getting annoyed. "You fucking him or something?", Chris asks, yet again. "Knock it off, you jerk", Al exclaims. "You faggot", Chris exclaims. Al slams his locker door and walks away. "What's his problem?", Chris exclaims, laughing. Instead of going straight to class, Al hangs around the restroom at the east end of the school. Once the halls are quiet, Al enters the restroom and walks into the stall. Chris' heckling has awoken unfocused thoughts of his feelings towards Tim. Sitting on the toilet, Al riffles through his bookbag for the envelope of photos. He takes the photos out and gives a hard look at them. Al is relieved that Tim is out of his life, no longer enduring his sadistic abuse, but can't shake the thought that he still has feelings for Tim. He sets the photos down, takes a deep breath, and looks at them again. The light reflects off the glossy coverings. Al feels a strange warmth begin to flood his veins. He pulls his penis out of his shorts and masturbates to the racy photos of Tim, the flashbacks of their previous encounters fueling his arousal. Al pays close attention to a photo of Tim laying in bed, all of his erogenous zones in view. His body becomes hot and tingly, breathing heavily. Al jerks himself harder, his cock hardened like a rock. He huffs, exhaling sharply, then suddenly ejaculates all over the nude photo. Al gasps and hisses, his body releasing the tension. Once composed, Al looks at the stained photo and feels a sense of filth. He gently wipes his semen off the photograph with a piece of toilet paper and shoves the photos back in the envelope. Eyes closed, Al exhales, knowing that indeed he still feels committed to Tim. He puts the envelope back in his bookbag, puts his penis back in his shorts, and steps out of the stall. As he does, Al is met by Chris yet again. "What are you doing here?", Al asks. "Waiting for you to move so I can take a piss", Chris replies. "No one is stopping you", Al exclaims. "I had to wait until you stopped huffing. What were you doing?", Chris asks. "Nothing", Al replies. "Jacking off to gay porn, are ya?', Chris exclaims, a curious grin on his face. "I'm going", Al exclaims, storming out of the restroom. "Whatever", Chris laughs.

Al walks down the hall and hurries to his next class. He can't wait for the day to be done already, hating how Chris has made him feel. It's now that Al realizes that without provocation, he's made a new enemy. As he arrives to his next class, the teacher has received news that Tim has pulled through, but does not know when Tim will return to school. Al suddenly feels anxious, stuck between this new threat and the imposing one should Tim come back. "What have I gotten myself into?", Al whispers to himself. The day rolls on. Lunchtime, a brief respite from schoolwork, arrives at 11:30 AM. Al waits for the students to file upstairs. He then goes to his locker to grab money for lunch. As Al heads to lunch, he stops by the restroom to wash his hands. The sound of a toilet flushing can be heard. Unbeknownst to Al, Chris walks by. He reaches out and gropes Al's buttocks. Al jumps up. "Nice job", Chris exclaims, smiling, as he walks out. Al, with a disgusted look on his face, dries his hands off and heads to the cafeteria. He wonders if Chris is truly bullying him, or if Chris is sending him mixed signals. Al ignores the negativity and enjoys a chicken sandwich before lunch ends at noon. The rest of the day lazes on, with Al trying to focus on his assignments before the Thanksgiving holiday. His last class began at 1:30 PM. 15 minutes before school ends, Al again has to use the restroom. After relieving his bladder, Al soaps up his hands and rinses them off. Suddenly, someone approaches the restroom. It is Chris. Al feels that Chris is stalking him, and feels uncomfortable. "What now?", Al exclaims. "Just gotta piss again", Chris exclaims. From the mirror, Al notices Chris using the urinal. He dries off his hands, but then wets his hands again to wash his face. Chris finished urinating and zips his pants up. He walks up to use the sink beside Al. Washing his hands, Chris asks, "So what's going on with you, man?". "What do you mean?", Al replies. "You're supposed to be into girls", Chris exclaims. "Um, okay?", Al exclaims. "You like guys instead?", Chris asks. "I guess", Al replies. Chris, with a funny smile on his face, turns around and lowers his pants. Al notices Chris bent over, flashing him, and turns his head back towards the wall. "You like my butt? You like my butt?", Chris laughs. "Stop it", Al exclaims. "Ha ha, come on", Chris exclaims. He quickly puts his hand down the back of Al's shorts, rubbing his finger down Al's buttcrack. Al jolts back, Chris' hand slipping away. "What the hell?!", Al exclaims. "What's wrong with you, dude?", Chris exclaims. "I don't want you touching me", Al exclaims. "it's all in good fun", Chris exclaims. "I don't like you", Al exclaims. Chris chuckles. "You will someday", he exclaims. Al shoves Chris out of the way and storms out. "Rude", Chris says mockingly. The bell rings at 3:15 PM. Al gathers his belongings and heads home. With the holiday approaching, and the pressures of school, all Al wants to do is get away, hide away from the impure thoughts.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

Chris seems like a complete jerk. Hope he doesn't become a problem for Al like Tim had been.

Brian