Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 03:07:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: The Consequences Of Misbehavior

The following story is entirely fictional including the choice of names.
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The Consequences of Misbehavior or A Bad Boy Learns To Be Good

"Jake, your behavior over the last two days has been completely
unacceptable," I admonished the thirteen-year-old boy standing before my
desk, "and it's time that you learn that there are consequences for your
bad behavior."

Jake Michaels was a student in my seventh grade English class, whom I had
told to report to my classroom after school.  Once again he had been acting
in a disrespectful and rude manner. The boy's parents, his pediatrician,
and the school's counselor attributed the boy's poor behavior in school
over the last few months to ADD. Truthfully, it was part of the boy's
problem, but I knew that his misbehavior was in great part due to something
else – being completely overwhelmed by puberty. I had had this boy in my
class for no more than a few weeks before it was obvious to me that his
ability to think and function was completely deranged by hormones. It is
amazing to me how far people will go to avoid seeing the truth.

Jake had just had turned thirteen within the last week and he still had the
body of the boy, a very chunky boy. While still no more than a few inches
above five feet tall, Jake probably weighed 130 pounds. His still hairless
legs were thick in calf and thigh, muscular but with no definition. The
boy's buttocks were wide and equally as thick, his torso still immature
with a rounded, full belly. Jake's round face was topped by hair in a
short, fuzzy buzz cut of the cheapest sort.

"Mr. Mont – gom – er – ee - y," the boy whined, extending my name
annoyingly, "I'll be good, I promise. Pleeease don't call my parents."

"Jake, I can't have you behaving this way in class. I'm going to give you a
choice: one, I can call your parents and inform them of your bad behavior
or; two, you will bend over, I will take down your pants and you will be
taught to be respectful."

"Mr. Montgomery, you're going to spank me?"

I could hear both surprise and worried concern in the young teen's rising
tone of voice.

"No, Jake, I'm not going to spank you," I explained matter-of-factly, "I'm
going to open my pants, take out my cock, and slide it into your bottom."

Jake's jaw dropped in disbelief. His eyes went wide.

"You mean ...?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

I could see from the boy's expression a change from stunned
incomprehensibility to the realization that this had something to do with
sex. There was a small spark in his dark eyes.

"I can call your parents, Jake, and you can deal with that," I restated the
one undesired consequence and then followed with the alternative, "or we
can resolve the matter right here."

"What ... What'll I haf' to do?" Jake asked, meek and unsure, but no doubt
intrigued.

"Don't worry about that," I explained, "I'll tell you exactly what you have
to do."

I paused for a couple of moments.

"Well? What's it going to be?"

"I'll ... I'll do it," the young teen decided, his hesitant voice betraying
a fear of the unknown.

"A wise choice," I affirmed.

"Move over to the window and put your hands on top of the bookcase," I
directed.

The boy moved over to the low built-in bookcase that ran along the entire
wall under the window in the back of the second floor room. As I got up
from my chair and walked over to where the thirteen-year-old stood bent at
the waist, I could see Jake looking over his shoulder, his face showing
both fear and desire.

I stepped up behind the submitting boy, knelt down, and grasped the lower
hem of Jake's nylon basketball shorts and tugged them down to his socked
and sneakered feet. I stood back up and moved the tail of the logoed cotton
T-shirt up off of the boy's rounded buttocks and pulled it up to his lower
back exposing a pair of white cotton jockey shorts. At the end of a long
school day, a boy as hyperactive as Jake will have worked up a very light
sweat, evidence of which I could see on the flesh of his now exposed lower
back.

"I'm going to take your underpants down now."

I made this statement in a voice that allowed no contradiction and I heard
none. I reached for the elastic stretched around the boy's hips and,
hooking my two thumbs underneath, began to slowly pull them down revealing
the smoothly rounded adolescent cheeks. As I lowered them enough to peek
below the boy's cleft, I noticed a narrow brown streak on the fabric, not
unexpected given the natural state of inattentiveness of the typical
seventh grade boy. I squatted lower and looked between the boy's
legs. There hung a scrotal sac, flushed pink, none too large, but
definitely growing, holding the nicely rounded testicles of a just
beginning to mature youth. I could see on the very perimeter, at their
lowest point, that Jake had a few dark and scraggly hairs. As I finished
pulling the boy's underwear down to his ankles, I looked up to see a stiff,
three and a half inch, circumcised erection pointing forward. My own penis
had lengthened a bit and I could feel the wet tip of my foreskin drag
against the fabric of my boxers as I stood up.

"Step out of your shorts, Jake."

The boy, in his nervousness, clumsily shuffled both his nylon shorts and
cotton underwear off of his feet.

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

"Just keep leaning on the counter young man," I ordered, stepping up
immediately behind the boy.

My next question took the boy by surprise.

"How often do you play with yourself, Jake?"

"Wh ... wha-what do you mean?" Jake's voice rose an octave at the shock of
my unalloyed query.

"You know what I mean, Jake. How many times a day do you play with your
penis?"

"Well ... I ... uhh ..."

I didn't give Jake time to answer. I reached around the boy's hip with my
left hand and took his erect penis in my fingers. He gasped out with
pleasured surprise.

"Ohhh!"

"Do you play with yourself after school?"

"Y-y-yes," the boy exclaimed with a sharp intake of breath as I fingered
his stiffened shaft.

"Do you play with yourself at night before you go to sleep?"

"Yea ... unh ... y-yes."

"Do you play with your penis in the morning when you get up?"

"S-s-sometimes."

I ran my fingertips roughly over the boy's glans as I withdrew my hand.

"Unnhh!" the boy groaned with pure lust.

"Have you been shooting sperm, Jake?" I asked in a leading tone suspecting
that to be the case.

The boy took a moment to gather himself.

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery. I, umm, started making sperm this summer. It's
getting more and more white," the boy exclaimed with pride.

"That's very good, Jake."

I felt my own penis hanging even lower. I took a small step back and placed
both of my hands on the boy's buttocks the top of his cleft.

"Wh-what are you going to do now, Mr. Montgomery?" Jake asked, his voice
rising slightly with anticipatory alarm.

"Well, Jake," I began to explain, "I'm going to spread cheeks of your
bottom. And then, I'm going to rub my thumb over your opening."

I proceeded to do just that. I spread the warm, clammy cheeks with the
fingers of my right hand and ran my left thumb down to the boy's slightly
dirty, but definitely creamy anus. This elicited an expected response.

"Ohh!  Mr. Montgomery!"

I depressed the puffy ring with pressure from the pad of my thumb. The boy
reflexively tightened.

"Unnhh."

"Does that feel good Jake?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Relax and open up for me, boy," I soothingly instructed.

With this I reached down with my fingers and caught hold of the boy's
lightly haired scrotum. This gave me a bit more leverage as I tilted the
tip of my thumb to press into Jake's virginal pucker.

"Oww!"

The boy lightly cried out, more from discomfort than any real pain. My
thumb tip penetrated; Jake's anus quivered.

"Oooh! Mr. Montgomery."

"You're doing fine, Jake," I assured the boy.

I went in past the knuckle. Jake's annular muscle clamped hard.

"Oh! Oh! Mr. Montgomery, stop!"

"Jake, you're being taught a lesson. You'll either take your punishment now
or I'll be calling your parents. You made your choice. Are you going to go
back on your word?"

To emphasize my point I grabbed the boy's testicles a little bit more
firmly and quickly gave a few quick strokes of my thumb in the boy's
orifice.

"Ohhh! Oh, n-no.  No, Mr. Montgomery, I'm not going back on my word, but
..."

I cut the boy off.

"That's enough then, Jake."

After forcing my thumb a bit deeper into the boy's rectum and hearing the
teen's attendant groans, I withdrew my thumb and wiped it on the boy's
goose pimpled cheek.

"Jake, I'm going to open my pants now and I'm going to slide my penis into
your bottom."

"Mr. Montgomery, please ..."

"Jake," I responded with a firm and strong voice.

"Please, Mr. Montgomery, I'll be good from now on, I promise!"

"Jake, I don't want to hear another word from you, young man. You've got to
learn your lesson."

The boy moaned in frustration, but he didn't utter a word of protest. I
undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped my khaki slacks, and I pulled
my boxers down just far enough to free my stiffened member and half
contracted scrotum. Taking this young boy anally in my classroom had fired
my ardor.

I pulled back my sticky foreskin revealing my narrow, arrow-tip-shaped
glans. In addition to having a narrow head, my member's final few inches
taper significantly inward.  This makes it particularly well-suited to
deflowering young teenage boys as I am able to slide the first few inches
in with very minimal discomfort to the lad. The last few inches of my penis
is thicker, true, but it is very spongy which allows further ease of
entry. When fully erect my member droops slightly downward also
facilitating ease in buggery.

"Straighten your knees, Jake," I commanded, helping my charge assume the
best position for his impending penetration by maneuvering him with my hand
on his substantial buttocks.

I took my rod in my right hand and placed the skinned back and dripping
head at the boy's puffy ring. Jake let out a small "oh" of anxiety as my
tip touched the thirteen-year-old's unfucked hole. I grabbed the boy's wide
hips and pushed forward feeling the twitches as he yielded his innocence to
the pointy head of my cock.

"Just relax now, Jake. Let it ease in."

The boy let out a nasally whine more from anxiety than anything else.

"Nnnnhhh."

With a gentle steady pressure I could feel my cockhead being slowly
enveloped in the boy's thumb-loosened ring.

"Ohh ... Nnnh ... Nnhh."

The moans of the boy, physically experiencing his defloration, fanned the
flames of my lust.

As of the corona of my glans fully entered the virginal orifice, my
student, much too loudly, called out.

"Ohhh ... Mr. Montgomery!  It hurts."

"Lower your voice, young man," I abruptly ordered, "I don't think you would
want anyone walking in and finding you in this position, now would you?"

"No – no, sir. It's just ..."

I interrupted, "Jake, I'm not going to listen to it. You have got to learn,
one way or another that you need to improve your attitude in class. I have
repeatedly told you about your behavior and if this is what it takes to
remind you, then you're going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. Is
that understood?"

"Y-y-yes, sir," the boy replied with distress.

I left no doubt in the boy's mind that he wasn't going to get out of facing
his comeuppance. Well, not exactly facing, but ...

I knew that Jake wasn't in pain, not physical pain, anyway. No, the
thirteen-year-old was near tears because his smug, snotty attitude, the
result of not having faced any real consequences to his disrespectful
actions towards adults, and peers for that matter, either in school or at
home, was undergoing a fundamental change. I was quite pleased that the
ever-present smirk on Jake's face had disappeared. I had every confidence
that I wouldn't be seeing it again.

I slid another inch of my cock into the boy's rectum. I could feel Jake
squirm, but, admirably, he held back voicing any discomfort; he merely gave
a sharp exhalation at my further penetration. It wasn't going to be quite
as comfortable from now on for the youngster as I had reached the thicker
final inches of my member.

"You've been very disrespectful to me in class, haven't you Jake?"

I punctuated this observation with a slight thrust forward that dilated the
young teen's anus uncomfortably.

"Ohhh!"

"I want an answer, young man. Haven't you?"

I gave another incremental push; just enough to increase the pressure on
the boy's bottom.

"Yes ... I ... I have," the boy answered, his words interrupted as he tried
to hold his breath from the discomfort of my intruding member.

"Is your disrespectful behavior going to continue, Jake?"

I emphasized this question more forcefully, grasping the teen's substantial
hips firmly in my hands.

"Ohh!  Ohh!  N-no, sir!"

I gave the boy a few moments to adjust. Jake was, as described before,
thick of thigh and buttock. I had no doubt that he would be able to take my
disciplinary buggery. As tight and hot as Jake felt, I knew I wouldn't need
to use the full length of my shaft in order to satisfy my lust. I would go
easy on the boy. This time.

"You've been a very bad boy, Jake," I scolded, "Are you going to improve
your attitude from now on?"

I pressed a little more of the thick diameter of my lower shaft into the
boy's stretched orifice.

"Y-yes, Muh ...," Jake gulped, "Mr. Montgomery."

I began a slight movement in and out with my engorged member as seeing the
formerly insolent thirteen-year-old bent before me caused a building
tension that would end, in the next few glorious minutes, with my pumping
my jissom into the chastised boy.

"Am I going to see any more poor behavior on your part, young man?"

"N-no, Mr. Montgomery.  Unnhh!"

Jake was beginning to lose himself to the pleasure of being intimately
penetrated.  He would, as most boys usually do, freed from the
responsibility and guilt in matters of sex by submitting to a man, crave
the sensations of being taken and driven to previously unimagined carnal
heights.

"That's good, Jake. I want you to be a good boy. You will be better behaved
in class from now on, won't you?"

Once again I emphasized my point with a further insertion of the thick,
square base of my cock, causing the boy to whine, both in discomfort and
lust, eliciting the promise of better behavior in the future.

I pushed the boy's T-shirt farther up on his round torso. I intended to
reach around and bring the lad off to increase the intensity of my orgasm
with the contractions of the boy's anus. I knew that young teens of this
age could readily shoot their ejaculate several feet before them and I
wanted to prevent the youngster from soiling his shirt, if possible.

As I reached around with my left hand to grasp my student's stiff three and
a half inches, the back of my thumb slid over the boy's substantial tummy,
no doubt the result of his being indulged and spoiled in matters of diet,
just as he was allowed his way in other areas of behavior. The touch of my
fingers to the boy's stiff member brought forth an immediate groan of lust.

"Innghh!"

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-y-yes, Mr. Montgomery."

"Do you like having someone else rub your penis, Jake?"

I emphasized my question by rolling the boy's cockhead firmly twixt my
thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhh! ... Oh, yeah."

I could feel the boy writhe on my shaft. I gave a few firm pumps in
response.

"Unnh ... Unnhh!"

I knew that Jake wouldn't last much longer.

"You like having my cock up your ass, don't you, Jake?"

"Nnhh ... Y-yess ... I ..."

I didn't give him the chance to finish. My pumping cock and my
manipulations of the youngster's impossibly hard prick halted any coherence
and brought forth only moans of satisfaction.

"Ah ... Inghh ... Oh ... Ohh!"

I ran my right hand over the back of the boy's head, feeling the two taught
muscles tensed in the sheer ecstasy of being anally penetrated by a man's
cock. I ran my fingers over the bristly hair, wet and darkened with sweat.

"Are you ... going to be ... a good boy from now on?"

My voice broke, husky with excitement. I could feel my scrotum tightening.

"Yesss," the boy hissed between clenched teeth.

Jake wriggled from one foot to the other, his anus clenching, fixed on my
protruding shaft as I slowly slid in and out. He let out a deep groan.

"Unnnhh!"

I knew he was on the brink. I grunted in sympathy and pumped harder, but
not faster; I wanted to feel each contraction of his sphincter.

"Are you going to ... unnhh ... come, Jake?"

"Y-y-yes, Mis ... Mis-ter ..."

I cut him off abruptly.

"Are you going to come with my cock in your ass?" I exclaimed, my voice
ragged with lust.

"Yes! Yes! I'm going to come!"

The boy's words rushed out, an unstoppable declaration.

I froze. The boy's prick twitched in my hand and then spurted.  His anus
clamped rhythmically on my turgid shaft.

"Innggh ... Innggh ... Innngggh!" the boy squealed, over and over, with
each jerk of his cock.

The sights and sounds, the feel, of the young teen in the throes of ecstasy
drove me over the top and I loosed my seed.

"Unnngghh!"

I threw my head back and concentrated on each and every spasm of my
ejaculation in time with the contractions of the boy's anus. The veins in
my neck throbbed. I clenched my teeth. I snorted like a bull as the
pulsations of my orgasm lessened in frequency. Jake, too, was huffing and
puffing, groaning and moaning, as he came back down to earth. He leaned
heavily on the bookcase, exhausted.

I let go of the boy's penis. I could feel a bit of wetness on my
fingertip. I wiped it on the boy's buttock. I looked down to watch as I
slowly withdrew my deflating member from the boy's no longer virgin
rectum. The narrow end of my cock slid quickly from the teen's dilated
opening making a slight squishing sound as it dropped free. It was, as
always, a sublime sight.

"I hope you've learned your lesson today, young man," I said with an ironic
authoritarian tone appreciated only by me.

My student answered slowly, dazed by his deflowering, "Yes,
Mr. Montgomery."

"You may stand up now, young man."

Jake did as he was told and turned around. I could see him look down at my
distended penis. It glistened, moist with our combined juices. As I slid my
foreskin down over my glans, Jake looked up with an ingenuous smile of
appreciation that he had possessed such maleness. He looked down again as I
tucked it away, before buttoning, zipping, and belting my slacks.

"You may pull up your pants now, Jake."

The sweating boy bent over, grabbed both his underwear and his nylon
basketball shorts and, with one quick motion, quickly pulled them up over
his still half hard, circumcised penis.

"You better go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper and put it in your
underwear. You'll find that your bottom will probably leak a bit as you
walk home."

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery," the boy replied, lowering his head in embarrassment.

"I will be expecting better behavior from you in class from now on,
Mr. Michaels. Otherwise, next time I will be forced to call your
parents. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery."

"You may go now, Jake" I addressed the boy in a kinder tone.

I watched the thirteen-year-old make his way towards the door, his gait
tentative as he walked with his buttocks slightly clenched. Just before he
reached the threshold, I called out to him.

"Oh, Jake," I stated measurably, "if you ever think you need to go over
what you've learned today, I will be happy to take the time after school to
go over the lesson again, if you wish."

"Yes, Mr. Montgomery. I just might have to go over it again," my student
said with a smile and a blush.

Later, as I merrily cleaned up the splatters of semen that Jake had sprayed
on the shelf of textbooks, I reflected favorably upon my afternoon's
accomplishment; I had guided a boy away from being bad and towards being
good.


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