Date: Wed, 21 May 2008 17:56:16 -0700
From: Danny Ocean
Subject: Let's Make Mr. Miller Shoot

		       Let's Make Mr. Miller Shoot!

				By Danny Ocean

Please do not read if you are not old enough, thanx.

Yahoo, serious...
	Name the two stages of sex.
		---The Great Carnac

	Was it mere coincidence that the two cutest boys sat together in
class?  Kyle and Brandon, both 13 years old, sat side by side in
Mr. Miller's English class.  They were beautiful.  Girls unconsciously
stared at them.  Even boys much older than themselves found ways of rubbing
up against them, usually in gym class.  They were not oblivious to the
attention they spawned.  They're desires, however, were limited to each
other.  They had been technically lovers for two and a half years.  Many a
Saturday afternoon found them locked in each others arms in the woods,
playground, basements, even dumpsters.
	While the late comers were taking their seats Kyle leaned over and
whispered in Brandon's ear, "I hope you have a lot of cum in your balls
because after school I'm going to be a VERY hungry boy."
	Brandon giggled and popped a boner.  "You won't be disappointed."
	The noise in the classroom had reached a high pitch when the
stranger walked in.  It was a substitute teacher no one had ever seen
before.  Conversations stopped and a few bold students asked outright, "Who
are you?"
	"Children, please take you seats.  I'm Mister Freeman.  Your
Mr. Miller had an accident and he'll be out for a few weeks."  Mr. Freeman
was old, well-dressed, and no-nonsense.
	Kyle and Brandon had come to welcome Mr. Miller's dumbfounded
stares during class time.  Some days when the boys wore shorts and no
underwear they even thought they detected a bit of saliva around
Mr. Miller's mouth.  So, the recent news saddened them.
	Brandon raised his hand.  "What happened to Mr. Miller?"
	Mr. Freeman hesitated, then said, "Well, I suppose you'll find out
sooner or later.  He was riding his bicycle when a car hit him.  It's just
a broken leg.  He's home now on crutches ."
	Some of the children laughed, others showed concern.
	Later that day, both boys were in Brandon's bedroom.  They had the
whole house to themselves.  They had just unloaded into each others mouths
and were catching their breath.  They rolled their delicious, slightly
husky bodies off the bed and began putting their clothes on.
	"I have a great idea," said Kyle.
	"Yeah, what?" said Brandon.
	"Let's see.  Today's Friday.  Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
	"No, why?"
	"Is there any law that says we can't pay a visit to Mr. Miller and
try to... pick up his spirits?"
	The devil himself would have been jealous of the smiles the boys
displayed.

	Thanks God for cell phones, thought Mr. Miller.  There was no way
he could get off his sofa to answer the regular phone.  He painfully
dragged himself into a sitting position, knocking one of his crutches to
the floor.  He pushed the button and said, "Hello?"
	"Hello, Mr. Miller?"
	"Yes, who is this?"
	"It's me, Kyle from your third period English class.  I'm here with
Brandon."
	"Oh, hi, Kyle."  Miller's heart started pounding fast and hard.  A
student calling him at his house?  This had never happened before.
"Uh...what can I do for you?"
	"We were completely house broken when we heard about your
accident."
	"You mean heart-broken?"
	"Yeah, that's right.  And we wanted to come and see you tomorrow."
	Miller started to shake.  Could this be a set-up?  Both boys know
that I undress them with my eyes every day in class.  Could they have
complained to the school board?  Would the cops bust my door down minutes
after they arrived?  "Well, Kyle, that's very kind of you, but I'm afraid
(afraid is right!) that inviting students to my house would look bad."
	"But it would be like visiting you at the hospital...only you're
not at the hospital."
	"I know, but..."
	"We could also do little chores for you...like fluffing your
pillows.  We could make you feel more comfortable."
	Gulp!  What did Kyle mean by that?  Miller's penis began to rise.
	"Plus I wrote this play and I want you to read it."
	"A play?"
	"Yeah.  I need an English teacher to tell me if it's any good.
Please?"
	"Would your parents be bringing you?"
	"Oh, no.  Brandon and me will ride our bikes over.  No one would
even know we're there.  It would be our secret."
	Miller's cock gave a definite lurch.
	"Well, OK.  Why don't you come over around ten o'clock tomorrow
morning?"
	"Great.  We'll see you then.  Good-bye."

	It was suddenly Saturday.  9:45 found our Mr. Miller twitching on
the couch.  Should I be naked when they come in?  No, you idiot.  I have to
assumed that this is completely innocent.  They could run screaming into
the streets babbling to the first adult they see.  Or worse yet, they could
have a camera with them.
	The doorbell rang.
	"Come in!"
	Kyle and Brandon walked into the room slightly out of breath.  They
were both wearing t-shirts and shorts.
	"Hi, Mr. Miller," Kyle said.  "How's the leg," echoed Brandon.
	"It's feeling a lot better since three days ago, thanks."
	The boys looked around not knowing what to do or say next.
	"Why don't you grab some kitchen chairs and bring them in here?
And help yourself to some ice tea in the fridge."
	The boys did as he suggested.  They sat side by side in front of
Miller and drained their glasses.  Kyle took out some papers from his
pocket and unfolded them.
	"What's that?" asked Miller.
	"That's the play I told you about," said Kyle handing Brandon his
copy.
	"Don't you want me to read it?" asked Miller.
	"We thought it would be better if we acted it out for you."
	"As you wish.  What's the title?"
	Kyle was slightly stunned which told Miller that there was no title
yet.  However, Kyle quickly recovered and gave Miller a lustful gaze and
said, "It's called How to Exhaust a Man`s Desires."
	Miller forgot to breath, then quickly regained his composure.  "I'm
all ready for the show."
	Kyle said to Brandon, "OK, go out, knock, and I'll say come in."
	Brandon did as he was told.  As Kyle only finished the play the
night before, both boys read off the papers.
	Knock, knock.
	"Come in."
	"Good day to you," said Brandon.
	"Good day to you, sir," said Kyle.  "And what can I do for you?
Please sit down."
	Brandon sat.  "I'm here to answer you advertisement."
	"The advertisement on how to please a man?"
	"That's the one."
	"Have you had much experience?"
	"Not much.  However, it's true that I did spend the entire
afternoon with a family friend.  He was an older gentleman who shall remain
nameless.  He told me that my luscious, young body sent him to the gates of
paradise."
	"Where is he now?" Kyle asked.
	"My innocent techniques of lovemaking drove him crazy and now he
just walks aimlessly around town, mumbling my name."
	Miller began to squirm on his couch.  He painfully adjusted his
growing penis.
	Kyle stroked his chin thoughtfully.  "You sound rather boastful.
Do you think you have what it takes to satisfy our growing list of
clients?"
	"I`m willing to try," said Brandon.
	Kyle stood up and removed his t-shirt exposing a perfect chest and
belly.  "Is that so?  Well, your first assignment is to...drive ME to the
gates of paradise.  And go easy.  I wouldn't want to end up homeless and
obsessing about you."
	Brandon put down his script and stood next to Kyle.  He quickly
dropped to his knees and pulled down Kyle's shorts.
	Oh, shit, thought Miller.  No underwear.  Is this really happening?
	Brandon grasped Kyle dick and lightly rotated his tongue around and
around the head.
	"Oh, dear," said Kyle.  "That's wonderful.  You do have a nice
technique.  However, don't get any ideas about teasing me or I'll trash
you.  Get on with the sucking!"
	Brandon complied.  He grabbed Kyle by his bubbly ass and yanked him
forward engulfing his cock to the base.
	"Oh, God.  Fantastic.  Suck as hard as you can.  Ohhhhhh,
yesssssss."
	As Brandon noisily sucked Kyle, Miller was groaning. He started to
sweat.
	"I should caution you," said Kyle, "that what separates the
amateurs from the professionals is the decision to continue sucking while
the client is shooting in your mouth.  Do you understand?"
	"Um-hmmm," grunted Brandon not missing a stroke.
	Kyle started humping into Brandon's mouth.  His eyes were closed
and teeth clenched.  "I'm almost there.  Keep sucking.  Oh, you sweet
little boy pussy.  You going to make me shoot.  Ohhhhhh, oohhhhhhh, here it
comes.  Take my come!!!"
	Brandon bulged his eyes, snorted and gagged.  He recovered quickly
and sucked mightily.
	Kyle was screaming out his passion.  When it was over he was so
drained he simply fell to the floor breathing heavily.
	Brandon shouted, "Hey, he's jerking off!"
	Kyle was on his feet suddenly and looked for something to slap
Miller's hands off his cock.  He found a fly swatter on the floor and
picked it up.  He slapped Miller's groin area with great force.  "Naughty,
naughty teacher.  Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it."
	Miller grunted like a retarded caveman.  He was so excited he
simply looked up at Kyle and whimpered.
	"Didn't you read the sign?  No masturbation while the play is in
progress!  Now return to your seat for act two."
	Miller caught his breath and settled back.  "I'm sorry, boys.  I
lost my head.  You little bitches could make a dead man come."
	That made the boys giggle.  "You're funny, Mr. Miller," said Kyle.
"Places everyone!"
	Kyle and Brandon stood side by side again.  Kyle was still nude.
He began to slowly undress Brandon.  "That was one of the best blow-jobs
I've ever had, young man.  It's clear to me that you would be an asset to
the firm."
	When Brandon stood naked next to Kyle, they both embraced each
other and kissed passionately.  Tongues intertwined and they groaned
loudly.
	Miller thought to himself, could this be a massive teasing session?
Was it their intension to leave me like this?  Finish the play, dress, and
pedal their way home?  Could I ever relieve the worst case of blue balls
I've ever had?
	Their kiss broke.  "You serviced me wonderfully, young man?" said
Kyle.  "But there's only one thing wrong."
	"What's that?" asked Brandon innocently.
	"I'm just a boy.  Easily aroused.  Do you think you could make a
grown man shoot?"
	Miller gasped.
	"I can't honestly say," said Brandon.  "I was with only one man
prior to this.  How could we find out?
	Kyle said, "Do not worry.  We have a subject sitting right over
here that you can experiment on."  He gestured to Mr. Miller.
	Brandon walked over to Miller his sweet boy dick hanging in front
to his teacher's face.  "Do you think he would be a willing subject?"
	Kyle walked over and observed.  "He appears to be erect and
excited."
	"Would you assist me in the experiment?"
	"Oh course.  I feel that together we can make him shoot."
	Miller was beside himself with arousal.
	The boys undressed him.  They were extra careful with his broken
leg.  Soon they were kneeling at his groin between his spread legs.
	Kyle said, "You suck his cock and I'll suck his balls."
	Brandon smiled.  "And I'll be in Scotland afore ye."
	Miller groaned mightily as Brandon engulfed as much cock as he
could.  Kyle gently began to stuff as much of Miller's scrotum as he could
in his small mouth licking at his balls constantly.  Miller was crazed with
excitement.  Here I am, he thought, with the two cutest boys I've ever
seen.  Both feasting on my cock and balls.  How can I make this last?
	The answer was he couldn't.  He was barely able to contain the cum
in his balls during the play.  And now Brandon and Kyle were going crazy
sucking and licking him.  Brandon produced an amazing amount of drool to
coat his cock while he bobbed up and down and Kyle, true to his word, was
now sucking his balls.  His constant groaning was reaching a peak and the
boys knew he was about to erupt.
	"Quick," said Kyle, "Stop sucking and jerk him off hard and fast."
	"But why?" said Brandon.
	"I want to see how far he shoots.  Now do it."
	Brandon grabbed Miller's wet cock and jerked him with all his
strength.  Kyle focused on the tip of Miller's cock while he rotated and
squeezed the balls.
	Suddenly, Miller screamed and shot a slug of cum high into the air
to be followed by another and another.
	"Ooooooh," cooed the boys.  "Look at him shoot."
	"Look at all that cum!," exclaimed Kyle.
	"It won't stop shooting!" said Brandon who continued to jerk
Miller's cock.
	Little by little the geyser stopped.  Miller lay there trying to
catch his breath.
	Kyle and Brandon rapidly dressed after licking up all the cum that
Miller shot.
	Miller said, "Oh, you darling boys.  You may as well kill me now.
There's no way I'm going to match this experience as long as I live."
	"Don't be silly, Mr. Miller," Kyle said before he and Brandon
walked out the door.  "We're coming back tonight to see that you're safely
tucked in bed."
	Miller groaned anew.
	"See you then," said Brandon just before the door closed.