Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 14:10:53 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Bad Boys to the Dean's Office, Part One" by Jay Roberts ***You out there who is under 18 years of age. You are definitely a bad boy, but you must leave. You are not invited to the Dean's Office. Dan Spencer and I were college roommates. Dan went on to obtain a PhD in education, while I transferred to Columbia University and got my MBA. We are now both twenty four years old and we get together about three times a year. We once were dorm lovers, but have gone our separate ways, remaining friends. We both love hiking and we have vacationed together with hiking as the center piece. Today I am in his office at Normandie Prep School. He is the new Dean of boys there. Almost as soon as I knocked and we shook hands and performed an awkward hug, he said, "Hank, I'm sorry but I have a short meeting. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in fifteen." This is a prep school for rich kids. Looking out of the window I can see the students in their blazers with the school emblem, strolling between classes. They don't look like your neighborhood boys, their haircuts are too perfect and they just look well fed and over indulged. Nevertheless, I saw some cute kids of twelve or thirteen playing soccer right across the quad. Oh those young strong legs flashing in the sun. I sat myself down on the one easy chair and opened a year book from the table. Lots of eye candy shown in the pictures. "Second form swim team," that was a good one. Oh those Speedos! Just as I was getting a little plumped up in the prick area, there was a knock on the door. I stood up, prepared to tell the visitor that Mr. Spencer was at a meeting. "Come in," I said. The door opened and a lad was there. "Mr. Spencer, Dr. Brewer sent me to you for punishment. You are the new Dean, yes?" I paused a moment. The word punishment got my blood going. I decided to dishonestly play out this game. "What did you do? What's your name?" He blushed charmingly. "I drew a picture of Dr. Brewer's crotch area. Peter, sir." "Why?" "All the kids know he often has a big stiffy you can see." "Oh, you have been a bad boy, Peter. What do you think I should do to punish you?" "Well the old Dean used to spank me." "Did that hurt?" "It did, but if I was bad, I deserved it. Do you want me to lower my pants?" This kid was too anxious. I bet he liked a little pain. It was like the confessional to him, it expiated his sins. I nodded to him and he went over to the desk and put his head on his crossed arms as soon as he had opened his waist button and his pants were partly down, exposing the top of his buttocks. Nice smooth baby boy skin was open to my hot eyes. I found I was breathing a bit heavily. "Aren't you going to do it, sir?" "Yes, of course. You were bad and must be punished." I came close to him and pulled his pants down, fully exposing his backside. This was a beauty. Perfectly smooth, hairless pear halves, shaking slightly in anticipation. I did not disappoint. I opened my hand and gave one dimpled side a swat. It jiggled him forward a bit, but he spoke in a voice muffled by his jacketed arms. "That was not as hard as the old Dean did it. I think I should have six hard ones." I just don't have it in me to hurt kids. I counted out the six, placing three on each delectable bun. He let out a sound as each swat landed. It was a sort of an "oof", definitely not a scream of pain. "Is that all, sir?" "For the time being, unless you are bad again." (Secretly I hoped so and that I was called upon for the pleasant duty.) I regained me seat on the upholstered chair and he stood up, turned around and faced me. His pants were at his ankles, and his bare, boy legs were totally exposed. But more than that, his boy prick was standing out, wet on the tip. I looked at him. He remained there. Finally he cleared his throat, "Aren't you going to do what the former Dean did?" The boy had trouble putting his thoughts into words. I had, by being a bit on the gentle side, confused him, but he managed to blurt out in one long sentence, "He would shag me until I shot snot and then he would drop trou and I would suck him." "Whew, was that often?" "Not as often as I'd like. I had to keep thinking up bad things to do to be sent to him." He passed his cute tongue over his red, full lips, "He tasted wonderful." After that speech, he still stood there hopefully, his cock flexing like a beckoning finger. After all, I reasoned, I was here as a stand-in for Dan, my friend, the real Dean. Wasn't it my place not to spoil his reputation in dealing with the bad boys? I convinced myself. It was sure easy. I leaned far forward and reached around behind him and placed my hand on his lower back. It felt as smooth as silk and warm. I drew him forward until his prick was close to my face. For the first time I smelt him. Lovely. The odor was of wild scallions laced with warm milk. His cock was beautifully shaped, circumcised and about five inches long, but surprisingly fat. There was a large drop of pre cum on the head. Being close to me, and expecting pleasure, the boy was breathing so hard, it was almost the sound of labored breathing after a long, hard run. His mouth was open and he stared down at me, slightly pushing his hips toward me. I reached out and cupped his straining, hard cock in my sweaty palm. He gasped and whispered, "Yes Dean, that's the way." What a bossy kid. I played with his prick, rather than trying to get him off. It was such a novelty to me to feel such a young organ. I swept my thumb over the head, swirling his pre cum around. He moaned slightly, musically. That encouraged me to get right at the area behind his cock head with two fingers and moved back and forth rapidly. He gulped and began a fuck motion to get me to do more. I encircled the whole shaft and began a steady stroke. His face told about his pleasure. He looked like he was in heaven. His ball sac was not fully developed, but it was there, and pretty large. I cupped it with my free hand and scratched and tugged at it. This produced grunts of cum warning. "You want me to finish you off?" I asked beginning to worry that Dan would return any minute. He croaked out, let me do you for awhile and then I'll let you get me off. Hey! Who's in charge here? But a chance to feel those ruby puffy lips and young tongue on my twenty four year old cock was too enticing. I left off my shagging and wiggled my pants down, but before I could pull my shorts down, he dove into my crotch and began licking my hard cock through the fabric. That set me off. I lost all sanity. I humped his mouth and rubbed his short, blond hair, and played with his ears. I was transported. With one motion, he whipped off my black, silk shorts and my older man's cock leapt out. His eyes widened, "It's a big one. I'm not sure I can get myself around it, but shit, I'll give it the Normandie School try." He opened his mouth into a big"O" and took the head into his oral furnace. Oh shit, this was so good. I husked and grunted and oohed and...the door opened. It was Dan. "Hank, who's your friend? Not a student here, I hope." Peter removed his mouth from my dripping cock and looked at Dan, a strange smile on his face. "So we have two Deans here. Pull up a chair next to this one and get your cock out." Dan looked at me. I shrugged. He opened his pants and dropped them along with his briefs and sat down, his prick, the one I well remembered was exposed, its pink, moist head emerging slowly from it snug flesh cover. End Part One