Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 19:30:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: 3Q <threequeue@yahoo.com>
Subject: After School Special - Chapter 2

[Read the disclaimer at the end, if you wish.]


		Allen and I dozed off in the backyard, in the shade,
after fucking, and fulfilling what we both found out
was our mutual fantasy for sometime. We felt the air
cool, I think, and that woke us up. The evening was
approaching, and the bliss of the afternoon started to
wear off. I opened my eyes to look into Allen's eyes
looking directly at my face, and he giggled. We kissed
as lovers for several minutes, then we both sat up,
and I helped him to his feet. I gathered the blanket
and we returned to the porch.
		After another beer from the cooler, and a bit of
another bowl, Allen and I sat together, naked on the
porch couch.
	"This almost seems unreal," Allen said.
	"It's incredible, sweet boy, but very real. And
wonderful," I answered.
	"It felt so fuckin' great having your big dick inside
me," he said. "I've never had one in me that size."
	I was a bit surprised, almost hurt. But then, what
right did I have to think I would be his first? I
guess I did just because he was so virginal beautiful.
	"So you've done this before?"
	"Never like this, Mr. Davis. That was the best fuck
of my life, and on a whole other plane of existence.
It was incredible. You made my entire body feel like
it was connected with yours and we were sharing the
same love, the same sensations, the same energy."
	"He's a little high," I thought. "It was incredible
for me too, Allen," I said, "something I've dreamed
about, but the reality was even better. I had always
imagined us fucking on my desk, or in the office, or
the locker room."
	"Well, fucking in the locker room at LHS is
overrated," Allen said.
	"You've done it there?"
	"A couple of times. See, sometimes when guys wanted
to get some grass from me and I wanted to sell it to
them, but they didn't have the cash, I would take it
out in trade."
	"Really? Like who?"
	"Ummm," he though for a moment, "like T.K. Williams
the quarterback..."
	"No fuckin' way," I interrupted.
	"Yeah, little dick, but fucks like an animal," Allen
said. "And Efraim Mendoza,... Chris Locken,... Aaron
Harton,... Andy Johnson,... and a few of the stoners."
	"And no body ever gave you shit about it, or about
being gay?"
	"No way! They did it for the weed, which was
incriminating enough for the athletes, and it was
usually them fucking or sucking me so they would be
just as gay as I was if they brought it up."
	"Those guys sucked you," I asked incredulous.
	"Not all of them, I would rather get fucked by most
of them, but I made every athlete suck my dick the
first time. It was a good way to have something to
hold over them."
	"And some of this you did in the locker room?"
	"Sometimes," Allen replied, "but more often it was in
the teachers' bathroom in the copy center."
	"You never got caught?"
	"Well, once Mr. Higgins walked in when Efraim and I
were coming out of the bathroom, but I had his balls
in my hand too."
	"Mr. Higgins?!? You had the Vice Principal's balls in
your hand?"
	"Yeah," he chuckled, "that old fucker was a pervert.
He liked nothing more than licking a guy's funky ass.
And the second time I let him lick mine, I set my
phone to take a video of it. I showed it to him the
next day, and after that, I never had to worry."
	"Holy shit! I can't believe that grumpy, old, married
to a battle-axe Mr. Higgins was like that. He always
seemed like he disliked every kid. He hid it well."
	"Well, not enough that a bunch of us didn't know,"
Allen answered. "One night I was really, really baked
with Freddy Cruz, and we started talking about sex,
and the nastiest thing we had ever done, and I kind of
slipped and said I let this nasty old guy eat my ass,
and he looked me right in the eye and said, 'Mr.
Higgins!' And we both laughed for the next hour. We
couldn't stop laughing. I think that Freddy was as
surprised as I was. And we both realized that we
totally had him where we wanted him. We went to school
on Monday, and he was in the hallway before first
period. We walked past him, and winked when we said,
'Good morning, Mr. Higgins,' and then right as we both
passed him, we both reached back and scratched our
asses right on the crack. When we looked back, he had
already stormed back into his office. That was the day
that those three rich chicks got expelled for
cheating. He was so pissed off he was giving people
D-Hall left and right. He nearly had a stroke when he
yelled at those girls."
	I had wondered about that day myself. It was like the
old man was on a rampage, calling students out of my
class, they would all come back with red eyes like
they had been crying. I guess Allen and Freddy really
got to him.
	"That's incredible," I said, "I never would have
guessed why he got so crazy sometimes, but now it
makes sense. He knew that you could do whatever you
wanted with him, and when he realized that you both
knew, and that you knew the other one knew, he was
deep in shit."
	"Exactly," Allen answered, "from that point on, if I
needed some privacy, I would take whoever I was with
to Mr. Higgins' office, and he would just get up and
leave. Some people thought it was kind of crazy, but
we would just close the door and do what we needed to
do. Sometimes it was just selling an eighth, and other
times it was taking the payment that required privacy.
Either way, I had the safest place in school to take
care of business. No one would walk into that office
unless they were invited."
	"Wow, I guess not. I mean who in the hell would even
want to go in there, much less interrupt him when he
closed the door," I said.
	"Anyway," Allen said, "I only had a few of the guys
fuck me, but it was always worth it. I would get what
I wanted for a few bucks worth of weed, and I would
have something on them that would ensure their silence
even if they got busted. I got to where I could tell
if they had done it before. The amateurs were always
so clumsy, and goofy, and nervous. And the experienced
ones would just whip it out, slick it up, and slide it
slowly in. Aaron Harton was the best. He had been
fucking his little brother for years, and he knew how
to make me scream whether I was bent over Mr. Higgins'
desk or laying on his mother's bed."
	"My god, Allen, you're shameless, aren't you?"
	"Well, that miss priss Mrs. Harton was such an
uppity, self-righteous bitch with all of her
bible-whackin' and demands on the school board. I just
loved knowing that while she was worried about the
effect of the music on 'young gentlemen and ladies' at
prom and how it would lead to pre-marital sex, I was
getting fucked by her oldest son, and fucking her
youngest on her very own bed. It made it just that
much better."
	"You're amazing, Allen. I can't believe that you had
it all nailed down like that. You had every avenue
covered, didn't you?"
	"Well, I like to think so," he said. "I couldn't get
busted by the administration for anything because of
Higgins, I couldn't get busted by any of the boys
because even if I hadn't done business with them,
their buddies would convince them not to turn me in.
But even with all of that worked out, I couldn't swing
a deal that could put me here. I had such a huge crush
on you. I can't believe you had no idea."
	"Allen, I was too busy trying to NOT make eye contact
with most of the boys, especially you, to read
anything into their looks. I was always happy that you
wanted to be in my room so much, but I never suspected
at all."
	We sat for a while on the porch. We drank a little
and smoked a little. Then we both noticed that the sun
was going down and we went inside. Standing naked in
front of the fridge, Allen looked at what I had to
eat. I was behind him, leaning against the counter
just looking at him. His slim silhouette was so
beautiful. It was dreamlike, seeing him in that light.
Then he did it. He bent over to look on a low shelf,
and exposed his hole to me. I then, impulsively did
what I'd often thought of doing when my hotter
students bent over in front of me. I took three steps
forward, dropped slowly to my knees, and took that
smooth, firm, muscular ass in my hands and stroked the
smooth cheeks. I spread them a bit farther and lashed
up with my tongue at his cleft and hole. Allen just
about tipped over into the fridge, caught himself on
the sides of the door and spread his feet just a bit.
I licked at him again, and he moaned softly. I licked
a few more times, longer, wetter, firmer and deeper,
then I really dove in. I started to eat his ass with
my entire face. I moved my face around in his warm,
now wet, crack, and really got into it. I lapped at
his hole while my nose pushed against him, and I drove
my tongue into his hole as far as I could. Finally,
when I stopped to take a breath, Allen stood up and
turned around. He moved just a bit to let the door
close, and then pulled me up to stand facing him.
	"You have no fucking idea how hot that feels to have
you munching on my ass with your beard stubble rubbing
on my cheeks."
	"Allen, your ass is so sweet, I just want to dive in
and live there."
We both started laughing and couldn't stop for a few
minutes. We were still a bit high I guess.
	"Let me take you somewhere to eat," I said.
	"Really? In public?"
	"Yes, Allen. There's nothing wrong with my being with
you now. And I don't care who sees us. Besides, I'm
fucking starving, and I don't want to have to make
anything right now."
	We both walked outside, and pulled on our shorts and
t-shirts. We walked out and climbed into my old boat.
It was a huge old Buick with the biggest damn leather
bench seat in front, and as we slid in, and Allen slid
right on over next to me, I was glad I still had this
old car. He slipped his arm behind me and nuzzled
behind my ear as we backed out. I was going to have to
really focus on my driving with this hot boy next to
me and being just a bit buzzed.
	We drove down to the Denny's and it was pretty quiet.
We chose a corner booth in the back, far from anyone
else. We ordered and waited for the food to arrive. We
held hands under the table.
	"So what do you think this school year will be like,"
Allen asked.
	"Well it will be different, that's for sure."
	"Yeah, it will be for me. I hope to have a teacher
fucking me for one thing."
	I laughed, and then my smile turned a bit down,
almost to a frown.
	"I have some bad news though Allen."
	"What," he asked, his tone changed and his eyebrows
knit up.
	"I'm not coming back to the high school," I told him.
	"Why not?"
	"Because it's too dangerous Allen. Some of the boys
there are so hot, and so nice to me, I'm afraid
someone will start using it against me like you guys
did with Mr. Higgins."
	"But that was different," he protested, "he's an old
fucking pervert who deserves it. You're, like, the
coolest teacher in the world, who everybody likes, and
besides, you're hot and they just want you to fuck
them when they look at you like that. Trust me, they
do."
	"That's sweet Allen, but I just don't want to risk
it. Besides, there's a law that says a teacher can't
date their student, even if they're of age. And I
wouldn't be able to be open about our relationship if
I stayed."
	"Well," Allen said, after a pause. "I have some news
too, Hank."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah, I've already decided not to go back myself."
	"What? Why Allen, why wouldn't you go back, you have
that place under your thumb."
	"It's partly for the same reason," he replied, "I
worry about it being too easy, and what might happen
to bring down that wall of cards."
	"I guess, I can see that, though it sure sounds like
you had it sewn up."
	"Well, I'm not dropping out or anything. I'm going to
finish. A year early even. I'm going to take courses
online and finish high school this year."
	"That's great! Allen, I think that's the perfect
thing for you to do. "
	Just then our omelets arrived. Our plates were
steaming and we dug in. After I ate for a while, I
looked over at Alan. He had set down his fork, and his
hands were under the table. His eyes were half closed,
and he was starting to sweat. I figured out what he
was doing in about a second. His shoulder was
vibrating as he stroked, and his breathing started
getting heavier. Then, suddenly, he opened his eyes,
and looked past me. I turned my head just a bit to see
the door to the manager's office was open. Sitting
behind his desk was a young, handsome man with auburn
hair and goatee, and bright green eyes. He was
watching Allen intently. A second later, I heard Allen
moan, and then I felt his cum splatter on my legs -
one shot, two, three, again and again for about eight
squirts, soaking my legs.
	Allen's hands came back above the table and he
started eating again, as if nothing had happened. I
reached down and scooped some of his cum up and placed
it in my mouth.
	"Mmmm, that's good. What made you decide to do that,"
I asked.
	"The manager had been sitting there at his desk and
kept looking up at me. Every time I looked at him, he
would look back down to his desk like he was working.
I decided to give him a show, so step by step I took
out my dick, got it hard, and then started to stroke
it. By the time our food arrived, he was staring at
me. And I think that he enjoyed it, look."
	I turned back towards him, and saw that he was
working his arm back and forth under the desk just
like Allen had. His pale face started to get pink, and
sweat sparkled on his forehead. Then I distinctly
heard him grunt, and his eyes closed as he came.
A moment later, when we had just finished our food,
the waitress came by and gave me the check. I handed
her the cash and told her to keep the change.
	"Are you all set," I asked Allen.
	"Sure, let's go. That was great."
	Just as we both were ready to stand up, the manager
appeared in front of us at our table.
	"How was everything tonight, gentlemen?"
	"Good."
	"Very good," we answered.
	"My name is Jeff," he stated and reached his hand
towards me.
	"Hank."
	I took his hand to shake it, and was immediately
aware of the wetness of his palm. I lifted it to my
nose, and smelled the fresh cum. He let go of my hand
and took Allen's as Allen introduced him self as well.
	"Please come back again soon," Jeff said, and reached
into his shirt pocket to take out some coupons.
	"Have a good night," Jeff said as we stood to leave,
and I saw him brush his hand on the manager's crotch
as he passed, leaving a trail of his own cum on the
front of Jeff's pants.
	We walked out towards the car, and I looked at the
coupons. I held them out to show Allen.
	"Free meals, anything on the menu. Six of them. I
guess we WILL be back," I said.
	"And I think next time, we'll get dessert," Allen
said with a smirk.
	"We will," I answered.
	We got into the car, and Allen sucked my dick the
whole way. I got a little nervous when we pulled up
along side a sheriff's deputy, but instead of giving
me the stern look I expected, he smiled. Then I
noticed - Allen had lifted his head from my cock, and
was waving to the deputy. The light turned green and
we drove off.

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Disclaimer: If you are too young in your jurisdiction
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 young man. You shouldn't be, but then how can I stop
you. In fact, congratulations on being so resourceful
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If you are reading this in a jurisdiction in which it
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I have an ambitious outline for this story that
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