Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2010 08:00:31 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Bad Boys to the Dean's Office, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/Youth We sat there, Dan and me, breathing hard, our pricks up and shaking, expecting momentarily the application of a young hot mouth. Peter stood with his hands on his hips, looking appraisingly at us. He looked so hard and so long, we began to get uneasy. Suddenly he spoke. "I have had second thoughts about you two deanies. I take it that Dan, who just arrived is the real new Dead and that you sport, are an imposture. In any event, real and fake deans, no blow jobs for you. Today is going to be a fucking day for you two. We looked at each other and both shook our heads "No". Peter laughed. "It's time that you learned my last name. It's Griswold." "Oh shit," Dan called out. To me he said, "Do you know who Griswold is?" "How the hell would I know, his father I guess." "And he is head of the board of trustees and personally contributes 80% of Normandie's annual budget. He IS Normandie." "So if you two gents block me in any way, just a word to Daddy and you, Mr. Spencer will be out of a job, and you, his friend, will see him lose that job." We both sagged in our chairs. Finally I spoke up, "Okay, you might as well no that my name if Hank, Henry Morrison, actually, and I don't want to see Dan lose his job. He worked hard to get here. I'll do anything necessary." Peter clapped his hands in delight. "Super. Now you two go to the desk and assume the position." "You're going to spank us?" Dan asked. "No. Much better than that." We both shrugged and slowly, with reluctance leaned over the desk, our asses in the air, cool breezes blowing over our anuses, feeling vulnerable as this shit kid was calling the shots. That feeling made up of disdain, embarrassment with a soup‡on of sexual curiosity played around our brains. But it was quickly replaced with a new activity, ordered by the puppet master, Peter. I thought I heard wrong. "Danny boy, turn your face toward, Hanky-panky and give him a long soulful kiss." Now Dan and I had a bit of sex play in college but oddly enough we never kissed. Somehow that seemed too much of a commitment, something beyond a friend with benefits. But Don knew the risks of refusing and before I could process this order, his warm, full lips were pressing against mine. It felt fabulous. I found that I was falling into that kiss and my own lips opened slightly and Dan's muscular tongue was caressing the inside of my mouth and tongue. We kissed and kissed, moaning into that kiss. We finally broke away because we heard Peter's giggle. "You two make great lovers. Now as the show proceeds, feel free to suck face any time we wish." Show? Yeah, "show" and it began. Peter had two hands, one was pinching and rubbing one of my butt cheeks and the other was on Dan. He was having a ball and talking trash. "Oh Danny, you have such a slim elegant ass, nice side hollows too. I can see that your red ass hole is ringed with light brown hair, like on your head." Dan began moaning louder and I felt his bucking movements, as if begging for more, but then the juvenile rich delinquent grabbed a handful of my tender ass cheek. "Now this is an ass for the ages, to borrow from Shakespeare. See the smooth, hairless, silky skin and that pucker, pink and I do think it's kissing the air." I shit you not. This was hot as hot can be and I was beginning to go into orbit just from his touching and chatter, but then he banged it up a couple of notches, both of us felt his insolent finger making slow circles, rubbing our puckered puckers. The two of us were wailing with the feeling he was producing and we kissed again, hard and wet. Behind us we could here the boy giggling and one thing else. I peeked back at him and he was shagging his little hard cock with vigor. I didn't like this, this might get him sex crazy and with us in this position, anything might happen. I did think that he couldn't do much damage with the small prick. It was five inches though and it was a bit fat. The answer came right now. He congoed right into Dan's ass tract with one motion, rubbing my friends hot button mercilessly. Dan was howling and crying out. "You little shit, your garbage is exactly the kind to hit my prostate over and over. Stop before I go nuts. Peter laughed and pulled out. "I'll give you a bit of a rest. Stay steady, stop rubbing your cock on the desk blotter, remember your dignity Dean. Now he turned his attention to me. I was tensed up awaiting his onslaught. I didn't have to wait long. He reached around my waist and grabbed my cock and began shagging it hard, at the same time his cock head was pushing against my ass hole. I hard sucked it in. It was locked...I thought, but I hadn't figure on his resourcefulness. The kid, almost as if he knew, began tickle torturing me. He passed his fingers over my ribs and reached into my underarms. I began laughing like a fool and juggling all over. I lose the ability to clench my ass hole and the fucker slid in like a knife through butter. I was his bitch and he held on the my waist and fucked like crazy. We were both howling with the resulting effect. To add to the mix, my former pal, now traitor, began licking my lips and rubbing my tit nubs. It was hopeless. The many pronged attack was bringing me to a heavy impending orgasm. Peter was blowing and husking in my ear. "Hey fake dean, give it up. Stop trying to be a sex hero." Would you believe it, Hank gave my ass cheek a stinging slap, then two more. I began sliding into my cum, signaled by my cum chant. I shot so hard my whole body was convulsing. Peter hung on and rode me out. As I was coming down from my heavy ejaculation, Peter pulled his young prick out with a plop and almost not losing a beat, he jammed it into Hank. That ended Hank's mischief. He had a serious look on his face. It was a deep frown. He was oblivious of the room and me. This was my chance to get back at him. I kissed him hard. I licked his ear lobe. I pulled on his tits and scratched the back of his balls. All these moves had their effect. I could see his body locking. His eyes were wild, his mouth dripping spit. Then with an animal cry, he began shooting. Apparently the opening and closing of his ass hole set Peter off on his kid's cum and I saw his eyes roll up and his mouth purse. He shot so much that it was spilling out of Hank's ass hole. Peter dismounted and sat on a chair with a audacious grin on his face. Why not? He had reduced two grown ups to blithering idiots. "Nice. big guys. You were so good, I won't report you to my father, but I hope you realize that it's going to cost you." Hank had a questioning look. "How?" "Well my four point O GPA that you will arrange, and you will keep your hot asses ready for me when I want, and I usually want a lot." When he left, Hank said, "Are we mad at the kid?" "Hell no," I said. "He's a better lover than half the guys our age. He's a keeper. I'll be visiting Normandie School a lot." Hank nodded. "Good. Let's get dressed and have some beers at the pub. We'll have to hurry back." "Why?" "There may be other boys needing spankings." Tne End