Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 22:32:54 -0800 From: deacon mushrat Subject: A Passing Grade, part 2 The characters and events in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely co-incidental. The following story contains sexual situations. If this is illegal in your area, you are underage or you find it objectionable, do not read any farther. This story is brought to you by the generosity of Nifty. Without Nifty, no stories, no fun. Keep this site alive by donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The backstory: Scott Waller teaches English in middle School. Trevor Sanders is a student who is exchanging sex for grades [sexchanging?] "Hey, Mr. B. How's the grading going? S'time to go home." "Grading going as usual, Scott. Just a few more. But whatcha want -- these are quizzes. Our contact doesn't cover quizzes." "I know that. Just came by to tell you my cousin is visiting." "Ah." "I've told him all about you." "Hope you haven't told all. You could get me in trouble." "Did tell all, and he wants to meet you." "No can do, buddy. Our contract is private. Don't tell anyone else. Ever." "Too late, Mr. B. Anyway, he wants a three-way." "Dude, this isn't good." "And one more thing, Mr. B. He's eight." "Eight? What the fuck! That's sick. Get out. We're done! As of NOW! Fuck off!" "Relax, Teach. Not eight years old. Eight inches." "Eight inches?" "Uh huh. He's seventeen, and he's coming to pick me up in a few mins." "Good. Have a good trip. See you tomorrow." "He really wants to meet you. My mom thinks he's taking me to the movies. That gives us three hours to fuck around. Maybe at your place." "Have you and he...?" "Well, yuhhh! He's been working me for a year. He's taught me everything I..." A knock on the frosted glass of Room 221. "Hey, here he is. Come on in, Mark." Cousin Mark stepped in -- tall, thin (not skinny), athletic, calm, brown hair in a hatchet over one eye; "So this is the famous Mr. B. Nice to meetcha. Trev says nice things about you." Scott got up from his desk; Mark had him beat in height: "Nice to meet you, too. What movie you taking Trev to?" Mark looked quizzically at Trevor -- Maybe Trevor hadn't told Scott yet. "Well, that depends on what's playing. Got any good ideas?" Trevor broke in: "I told him about the three way but he's chicken." Mark: "Well, let's talk it over as we go out to the cars. Maybe we should all three go to the movies together." As they walked out to the cars, Trevor kept saying, with air quotes, "Yeah, I like that. Let's all go to the `movies' together. Not Mr. B's kind of `movies.' But I like those kinds of `movies.' Real action `movies.' Those `movies' turn me on..." Mark said, "Shut up, Trev. Don't be a pain. Mr. B, Trev and I would like to at least try. We can come up with a safe word if any one of us wants to stop. Trev, you drive with Mr. B and come up with a safe word; I'll follow." On the way, Trev decided "Pineapple" would work, and spent the rest of the trip telling Scott about the time Mark was staying with Trev's family and had snuck into his bedroom at night. Trev was going to seduce Mark; he slipped into Mark's room and climbed into Mark's bed. The house was silent and dark. He thought Mark was asleep and nestled beside Mark. He reached for his dick and was shocked at the size; at the same moment, Mark cupped Trevor's boyhood in his warm hand and laughed; then they both laughed and started working each other. At this moment in Trev's excited narrative, with Scott getting more and more interested, they reached their destination. Scott and Trev drove into the garage and Mark parked on the street a little ways away. Once inside the house, the three took off their shoes and poured rum and cokes. Mark asked, "So, got any good porn, Mr. B? All teachers have good porn." "The best." They went up to the bedroom. "Wake up the computer." Trevor went over and touched the keys; the screen sprang to life. "Now what?" "Open the folder marked Reference and click on folder 3." The screen again sprang to life covered with hundreds of jpg documents. "Folder 3 is mostly guys fucking each other. Check them out. Folder 2 is..." Trevor immediately started opening the pictures: "Whoa...Cool...Excellent...Whoa...Check this out..." While Scott was looking over Trevor's shoulder, he felt Mark come up close behind him and heard a whisper in his ear: "Do you like it like that, in the back door, Mr B?" Scott started to turn around but found himself held tightly. He felt his belt being unbuckled. What was that safe word? Ping Pong? Pickles? Pineapple, that was it! But something kept him from saying it right then. Mark's whisper was in his ear again: "I like to do it doggie style. Get down on your hands and knees, Teach." And with that, Mark pulled Scott's pants down below his knees. He got down with a little forceful help from Mark's hand firmly on the back of his neck, and Trev, a practiced intern, went to get some lotion from the bathroom. As Trev was gone, Mark, knelt in front of Scott and whispered in his ear, "This is your first time? It'll hurt a bit, but no pain, no gain, eh? Suck my dick so it will go in easier." Scott was scared. It was eight inches. He took it in his mouth as far as he could. Time to call Pineapple? Trev came back with lotion and took his own pants off; his six incher was proudly up. Mark went behind Scott and worked the lotion into Scott as Trevor knelt down in front. Then Scott felt Mark starting to enter him. The whisper in his ear again: "I'll go in slowly, and don't chicken out on me, Teach. If you can take it all, this will be one you'll never forget." Slowly it kept coming. Then some more. And more. Just as he was about to call out, Trevor moved up and put his dick in Scott's mouth. Then mark started thrusting. After a while, he heard Mark's whisper right in his ear: "So who's your daddy, Teach? Tell me who's your daddy," a thrust with each syllable. "You are." "I can't hear you, Teach." "You are. You're my daddy." "Still can't hear you." "YOU ARE!" That did it. Scott felt Mark's dick harden and expand as Mark gave his final thrusts: "YESSSS. Yessss!" Then Mark relaxed and lay bent over Scott's back for a while. Then he said, with his mouth close to Scott's ear: "Good job, Teach. You get an A," and he slowly pulled out. Scott was spent. Mark helped him up and the two lay on the bed. However, there was still the case of Trevor. Still lively and eager, he had an idea: "Hey, guys, I'll suck Mr. B and Mark can suck me." Great idea. Getting sucked by Trev was thick icing on a very rich cake. The three lay on their backs on the bed, finishing their rum and cokes. Then they quietly put their clothes on and as they moved downstairs, Scott asked, "So how long you in town for, Mark?" "Leave Thursday -- in three days. But it's a busy time. Have to go to the `movies' with Trev's music teacher tomorrow, and then again with his tennis coach on Wednesday." Scott, in disbelief: "Trevor Sanders, you little satyr. Do you have deals with all your teachers? Do you do any schoolwork?" "That depends on what you call schoolwork, Mr. B. I work darn hard for my grades. Which reminds me: there's an essay coming up Tuesday. The usual blowjob?" "I guess. No wait. Mark has turned me on to new material -- I'm going to try it out on you." "Well, I couldn't handle Mark's, but yours is no threat." "Hey, a little respect for your teacher." "Respect is earned, Mr. B. We'll see."