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KYLE PETERSON found himself naked on his knees in the
bathroom. The
seventeen year old senior at Wilmont High was dazed and
confused to say the
least. Then the big naked dick slapped his face and his
mind cleared. How
had he come to this? How had it happened? This wasn't his
own bathroom,
where he sometimes stripped naked and lay on the floor to
masturbate as most
seventeen year old boys did. This wasn't the locker room,
where he stripped
and walked around dick and balls swinging as he joshed with
the other senior
jocks on the baseball team. This wasn't even the bathroom
of his girlfriend
Cindy where he fucked her twice, and where she sucked his
dick in the shower
a few times after they had skipped school and rutted in her
bed for most of
the day
No, this was the bathroom of Mr. Hinkle, the dreaded
German teacher and
college counselor of Wilmont High. Kyle was naked, bare
assed naked and
kneeling in Mr. Hinkle's bathtub. He looked up, and the
huge fat dick
slapped him in the face again, this time leaving a streak
of pre-fuck on the
boy's cheek.
"Fucking arrogant high school jocks! You think you got
the world by the
tit's don't you? Well, not I got you by the balls, and you
are going to pay,
you little Shitface, you!" The voice was Mr. Hinkle's, no
mistaking that
slight German accent and that gruff, unsentimental tone.
The students called
him Herr Hitler instead of Hinkle behind his back.
Kyle's darting eyes traveled beyond the fat fucker
slapping his face to
the bloated fat disgusting body behind it. The gross fat
of Herr Hinkle's
belly would have sagged over the dick, had it not been so
large.
"Hold still you fucking Asswipe Cuntface, so I can slap
your dirty little
teenage face with my Schwantz, my naughty jock boy fucker!"
Mr. Hinkle held his thick dick at the base, over his fat
sack of low
hanging balls and manipulated the root of the dick to the
cockhead slapped
Kyle's face. More and more streaks of foul pre-fuck crisscrossed
the boy's
nose and cheeks, some of it getting on his lips. Kyle
wanted to puke. He
prayed for this to be over. He pulled his head back out of
the way.
"Get your fucking face back where it belongs, Shithole!
Do it, now!"
Kyle moved his face back in so the sloppy prick could
continue to slap
it.
"Discipline, that is what Cunts like you need. You strut
around school
like a fucking peacock, every girl's pussy dripping for
you. You spend your
evenings and weekends fucking twat instead of studying as
you should do. You
think because you have a cute face, a big package and a hot
ass, you own the
world. Just because you are popular and a star jock, you
think your diploma
will be handed to you on a silver platter! Well, Fuckface,
now you know this
is not so!" WHAP WHAP! The swollen fuckmeat thumped
against the boy's
sweet face once again.
It was true, what Mr. Hinkle said. Kyle did love to fuck.
He fucked a lot.
He had fucked lots of girls from his school, and from other
schools as well.
He had a steady girlfriend whom he fucked almost every day,
but that didn't
stop the handsome young jock from fucking around. Shit,
after all, he was
seventeen and needed to unload is big boy balls almost
constantly.
But Mr. Hinkle has trapped him. He was flunking Kyle in
German. Most of
the teachers cut the kid some slack because he was the
captain of the
baseball team. He had also been a star swimmer. But Mr.
Hinkle controlled
college recommendations, college meetings, and college
acceptance, and he
made sure Kyle knew he was not going to graduate! If he
didn't graduate, no
college would give him the sports scholarship he wanted.
Mr. Hinkle single
handedly was ruining Kyle's life. Unless...
Unless Kyle was willing to put out for the old fat
faggot teacher.
That's right. The hot young jock was expected to sexually
service the
disgusting pervert. In return, Mr. Hinkle would not only
pass Kyle, but get
him the scholarship he needed. What choice did Kyle have?
Kyle hated faggots. He had never had anything to do with
them. He was one
hundred percent straight boy! He didn't even like it when a
faggot student
looked at him in the locker room. He wanted to fucking
punch the kid into
oblivion. The idea that this queer boy got on on looking at
Kyle's fine fat
teenage fuckmeat, made the jock want to vomit. His
fuckmeat was for twat.
For pussy. For cunt! The cunts could look at it all they
wanted to. They
could fondle it and kiss it and suck on it...and did! He
had Cindy suck it
every fucking day, even though she was not very fond of
cocksucking. Shit,
it was part of a twats duty. That and ass sucking. Cindy
really hated that,
but all the jocks at Willmont High made their girlfriends
lick and suck
their asses. It was a kind of fad they had. If a girl
wouldn't' suck a
senior jock's ass, she was soon dumped and replaced. As far
as Kyle was
concerned there was nothing, absolutely nothing in the
world like a good ass
suck. It even beat fucking in his mind.
WHAP, WHAP! The fat German dick thumped against his
face.
"Lift your head, Jockfuck! Look at me. Open your
mouth!"
Kyle wanted to puke, but he didn't. If he puked, Mr.
Hinkle might fail
him. He had to play this exactly right, no matter how
horrible it was.
He lifted his face to look into the eyes of the ugly
teacher, whose fat
jowls danced merrily as he dick slapped the boy.
"Open, Cuntface!" He barked. Kyle opened his mouth and
Mr. Hinkle
lovingly coated the boy's lips with the pre-fuck bubbling
out of his
pisshole. It was fucking gross.
"You be very nice to Mr. Hinkle, and perhaps you will
graduate and get
that scholarship you need. What with your papa dead and
your mother an
alcoholic and having no money, you need that scholarship
badly, don't you,
Twatteen Shithole? Well Mr. Hinkle will help you, but first
he is going to
fuck your pretty little face until it is swollen from
sucking dick, and fuck
your tight jock asshole until you can't walk!"
Poor Kyle wanted to faint. He couldn't believe what what
happening to
him. He was going to get his ass fucked. His straight
muscular smooth
cheeked perfect jock ass, that the girls sucked. He was
going to get a dick
shoved up it, and there was nothing he could do! He was
going to be used
like a fucking faggot! His thoughts were brought back to
the present by
the feel of the German teacher's dick knob rubbing across
his lips.
"Young athlete, do you know why I brought you in here,
into the bathroom
to face fuck you today? Do you know, huh? Because after I
am finished
shooting my load of sperm into your mouth and making you
swallow it, I am
going to hold my big cock over your face and piss on you! I
am going to piss
all over that arrogant high school student face! I am going
to piss on you
like you are nothing but a turd floating in the toilet!"
Kyle almost lost it at that. He almost did puke. But what
could he do? The
fucking Nazi teacher was right. His life was hell here. His
mother did
drink, and they were poor, and his only hope was that
scholarship.
The dickknob bobbed at his lips. Strings of pre-fuck
slop connected the
boy's face to the bloated fuckmeat.
"Don't just kneel there like a fucking praying nun, kiss
and lick my
beautiful big dick. Make love to my dick with your mouth!"
The fat belly wobbled as the teacher pushed more prick
at the teenage
jock. If the man wasn't so fucking gross, it might not have
been as bad.
Kyle let out a sob which made him suddenly sound very
young and innocent,
and he started to kiss the cock. Jesus, that was so easy to
say...kiss the
cock..but so fucking hard to do. The hardest thing Kyle had
ever had to do
in his whole life. He felt somehow stained...filthy
forever. He was kissing
a man's dick!
"That's right my snotty little Pukeface, smooch Mr.
Hinkle's beautiful big
prick. Smooch it and kiss it and get your lips coated with
my nice
cocksnot!"
Kyle kissed the fuckmeat. He did gag twice and Mr.
Hinkle warned him that
he had better not make the teacher angry. Kyle kissed the
dick stalk up and
down and then kissed the fat pink pricknob. He could smell
the rancid smell
of whatever was imbedded in the folds of the foreskin which
had pulled back
over the head of the German dick.
"Here, let me help you!" Mr. Hinkle said, chuckling. He
pulled his belly
back like it was a clothes sack and looked down at his
dick. Then he let
gobs of spit fall from his mouth onto the thick pink
pulsing prick. Gobs of
thick, yellowish spit covered the cockstalk.
"There, you are, that should taste good. Now, go on..go
back to your
licking. Lick all my spit off the big cock!"
It was so horrible that Kyle actually feared he might
pass out. He put his
tongue on the spit slick prick and had to swallow the vomispit slick prick and had to swallow the vomit
that coursed up
into his throat. Mr. Hinkle uttered a warning grunt. Kyle
licked the spit
from the dick shaft. He scooped the foul spit up onto his
teenage tongue.
"Yeah, just like when you tongue kiss your girlfriend,
huh? I bet you swap
spit with her every day, yeah? Nice teenage spit going from
mouth to mouth.
Now Mr. Hinkle's spit goes form his dick into your mouth!
Oh my dear boy,
some of the spit is running down onto my balls. Better lick
down there too.
Better lick my ball sack real good for me!"
Mr. Hinkle had waited a long time for Kyle Peterson to
lick his balls. He
had watched the boy on the sports field and in the locker
room. Mr. Hinkle
often strolled through the locker room when the boys were
changing, so he
could see the fine teenage fuckmeat and beautiful boy
asses. Mr. Hinkle had
had many boys over the years. He had placed many boys in
poor Kyle's
position. But none was more delicious than the boycunt he
now had on his
kneels before him, licking the spit from his testicles.
"Yeah, lick that sack all over, you motherfucking Jock
faggot! I bet you
would like to fuck your alcoholic mother, wouldn't you? I
bet you would like
to stick your teen dick up her cobwebbed covered cunt. She
would love it
too, the nice thick dick of her handsome son, splitting her
womb. Yeah, that
would be so nice. I bet she dreams about your dick at
night."
Kyle couldn't help it. He did gag a the thought of having
sex with his own
mother. He had fucked the mother of one of his buddies, but
she was still
pretty hot, even though she was older. But his own mom? It
was true that the
way all the moms of his team mates flattered him and
flirted with him and
praised him, it did seem like most of them were hungry for
his fat teen
pecker. He knew that frustrated middle aged moms of his
buddies did probably
dream about thick teen dick stuffing their twats, but did
they dream about
the dicks of their own sons?
"Lick, Swinecunt!"
Kyle licked the balls. They tasted sour and sweaty and
salty and a bit
of piss. Kyle had never been so miserable in his entire
life. ON Mr.
Hinkle's orders, he lifted each nut with his tongue and
bathed it in spit.
"Yeah, now you see what a man's nuts are like. See how
full of fuckcream
they are. How heavy and full!"
It was warm I the bathroom, but Kyle was shivering.
Shivering with fear
and disgust.
"Play with your dick. Play with your dick while you lick
my balls. Show me
how much you love it."
Homosexual sex. Kyle was having homosexual sex! He could
not believe it.
He was licking a man's balls. A gross fat man's bloated
balls, while the
leaking dick slapped his face.
"Now suck the dick. Suck my big German meat! Make sloppy
sucking pig
sounds when you suck, I like that. Make sure you get all
the filth out from
under the foreskin when you suck! Use your lips and your
tongue. Then I will
shove it down into your throat! I will turn you into a
better cocksucker
than your girlfriend. Is she a good cocksucker? Does
Cindy, that is her
name, right, stupid cunt, does Cindy suck your big jock
cock every day? Do
you fuck her face, like I am fucking yours? Yeah, how does
it feel to be the
pussy? How does it feel to be the facecunt? You high school
boys dump your
cum into the faces of the girls as if they were nothing but
toilet drains.
Well, that is exactly how I am going to treat you. Suck my
dick! Suck my
dick you fucked up faggot!"
Kyle wanted to scream that he was not a faggot. That he
was totally
straight, but how could he with a big leaking dick in his
mouth? He was
sucking dick. He was sucking dick to get an A. He needed to
get into
college. He was sucking dick for his future, and the prefuck
was running
down his throat and coating his tongue and clotting in his
teeth. A man's
foul prick juices were soaking his insides, filling his
belly. A big,
fucking gross, disgusting, turd of a man.
"Make love to my dick! Worship my dick! Pray to my dick!
My dick is
saving you. My dick is giving you a future. Respect and
thank my dick!"
Mr. Hinkle grabbed the boy's head by the ears and stared
to roughly face
fuck him. He fucked Kyle's young face like it was a
cunthole. The dick made
it's way down the boy's throat, causing him to gag, but Mr.
Hinkle no longer
cared. His fat balls slapped the boy's chin as the dick
wedged itself in the
teen's throat, stretching it, hurting it. Mr. Kyle wheezed
and chortled.
Holy Fuck, this was living! Fucking a teenage boy's face
was Heaven. Mr.
Hinkle didn't think of himself as a child molester. No, he
thought of
himself as en enabler. He was helping this boy get into
college. It was a
trade off.
Just before he shot his filthy load, Mr. Hinkle pulled
out. He let his
prick pulse for a moment, and then it shot is stream of
fucksnot all over
the boy's handsome face. Cum sprayed the boy, filling his
nostrils and
coating his lips. It stung his eyes and dripped from his
cheeks.
"Look at me Shiestcunt!" Kyle looked up at the gloating
man. Mr.
Hinkle's glasses had fogged up with his orgasm, and he
looked like some kind
of Alien. He laughed and sprayed the boy's face with the
last spurts of his
jism.
"Next time you will swallow it!" He announced.
"Ne...next time? Next time? You said..."
"You will meet with me every Saturday and Sunday until
the end of the
term. Until graduation day. I will fuck your face and fuck
your ass. I will
shoot my load up your ass and then spoon it out and feed it
to you. You will
lick and suck on my ass! I may even use your tongue as
toilet paper! You
will do everything I say, and I will help you. Otherwise I
will ruin you. Is
that clear?"
Kyle sat there in the bathtub sobbing. He could no longer
hold back the
tears. He became a little boy again. He felt so weak an weak and
helpless. And that
is how Mr. Hinkle like his teen boys His body shook with
sobs. Mr. Hinkle
laughed.
"And oh yes, this afternoon, you will break up with your
girlfriend. I
don't like to share my cunt! You will not date girls any
more until you
graduate. You will not even speak to girls in the halls or
on the phone. In
fact, I will take away your cell phone. All you need to
think about until
you graduate is my cock. In addition to weekends, you will
visit me in my
office each day at school to suck my dick or be assfucked.
But think, Kyle,
it is barely three months until the end of term. A strong
boy like you can
handle that. Also from now on, I will tell you how to
dress. I like my boys
in very tight tee shirts so their nipples show. No loose
shirts, and also I
like very tight trousers so we can all see the nice big
teenage dick lump.
And no underwear, ever. You will tell your shitface mother
that you will be
working with me privately to try to get you through school
and into college.
After all, that is what we are doing. Oh, and you will not
be driving your
car either. I will pick you up in the morning and bring you
home. That way,
you can suck my dick in the car."
Kyle could not believe what he was hearing. But he could
believe the
torrent of strong yellow piss that cascaded down onto his
head.
"Lift your face, and open your mouth!"
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