Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 10:30:24 +0000 (GMT) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: Toms addiction-2 Chapter 2 Just like every day Mr. Wilson walked through the hallways of his school, all the students were now in their classes. Hard to believe that just a few hours ago this place was filled with noisy and running kids. He looked through the glass doors of some classrooms, enjoying the view of the pupils listening to their teachers. Yes, this how a school should be, pupils who wants to be educated and a dedicated staff. He sighed when he thought at what had happened yesterday afternoon, if that would come out he would be ruined, not only him personal but the whole school. How could he have been seduced by a 14 year old kid. He cursed silently, just thinking back made his balls tingle. He put his hands in his pockets in order to hide his growing erection, not that anyone was around, but still, you'll never know. He went outside and saw coach Miller with a group of boys practising on the running tracks, as he came closer he saw that Tom was one of the boys. Coach Miller blew his whistle and the boys were off. Off course John was the one who crossed the line first, Tom came in last. He saw that John walking over to Tom, John said something and a big smile appeared on Tom's face. Mr. Wilson relieved that the two of them had made up. Coach Miller motioned Tom to get over. Mr. Wilson saw the coach placing his and on Tom's shoulder. He was too far away to listen what was being said, but he saw Tom nodding and both of them smiled. The coach ruffled Tom's hair before he walked back to the other boys. Mr. Wilson was back in his office when the final bell for the day rang. Seconds later he heard the kids running and shouting in the hallways. He waited till the silence had returned and left his office to have a talk with the coach. He seemed to get along very well with Tom. He justed wanted to know more about that boy. He had gone over Tom's file, nothing special, he was an avarage student, only his grades for history were very excellent. Maybe tomorrow he would have a talk with Paul, the history teacher. Mr. Wilson entered the gym and went through the locker room to the back were the coach had his private shower and office. The door was ajar, just when he wanted to push it open he heard voices. "O fuck yes, take it all!" Carefully he opened the door a bit more. What he saw gave him an instant boner. Coach Miller was sitting naked on a bench, pinching his nipples. Between his legs he could see a small blond head going up and down. "Yeah, squeeze my balls, oh yeah, that's it, oh fuck. Mmm, yeah, you're doing just fine." Without thinking Mr. Wilson opened his fly and pulled his raging cock out. Tom let go off the coach cock, held it in his hand to admire it. "Yeah, you like it don't you?" The coach pushed his hips up, and the grown up's cock disseappered again between Tom's lips. Mr. Wilson jerked his meat faster. The coach put one hand in the back of his neck, he licked his own bicips and stick out his tongue and licked his armpit. "Tug those balls, boy!" The coach started to breath heavier. The sight over that muscular body and that slender kid was so overwhelming. "O fuck Tom, here it comes!...." Coach Miller laid his big hand on Tom's head, pushing the boy's face deep over his cock, and lifted his hips. He let out a groan . "Yeah take it all, don't spill a drop! Ohhh......" The coach rested back in his chair while Tom cleaned the coach's dick. "Oh, boy, you're so good at this." The coach pulled Tom up and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. "Did you cum?" "No, Sir." "We can't have that, you know how I like to see your cock shoot a nice load." Coach Miller answered and started to open Tom's fly. "No, not today, still have to see Mr. Wilson." "Mr. Wilson? Why, are you in trouble, Tom?" "No, nothing special." Hearing his own name brought Mr. Wilson back to reality. Quickly he pushed his rock hard cock back into his trousers. Shit, he was dripping so heavily that his boxers all got wet. He zipped up and hurried back to his office. He paced around in his office, he was horny as hell. If Tom would come in now he wasn't sure if he could trust himself. Cold water! He needed cold water, his cock needed cold water, have some cold water run over his aching cock, that will settled things down. Before he could go to the bathroom there was a knock on his door. He counted till three and opened the door. "Hey, Mr. Wilson, can I come in?" "Eh, yeah, sure, do come in." Mr. Wilson stepped aside, Tom walked in, brushing his arm against his expanded crotch. "So, Tom, what can I do for you?" Mr. Wilson said as he closed the door behind them, this time he locked it. "Just wanted to tell you that everything is fine with John and me." Mr. Wilson saw how Tom's gaze went from his eyes to his crotch. He knew that his erection was cleary visible. Damn, the boy even licked his lips, not even 5 minutes ago he had the coach's cock down his throat and now he wanted his. He was to horny to think straight, hell, if this boy wanted cock, he could have it. "That's good to hear, Tom." He placed his hand in his pocket and gave his cock a good squeeze. Tom's eyes bulged. "So, what happened between you and John to make things up again." "O, nothing special, gave him a blow job this morning, guess I was a bit out of line yesterday." "How come?" "Well he had a date with Sandra yesterday night and he told me that she would give him a better blowjob than me. But, as it turns out, she wouldn't even touch him. He told me that this morning and said that he missed my lips around his dick, so I took care of that." Mr. Wilson pictured how Tom's lips went around coach Miller's shaft only 10 minutes ago. "Shall I take care of that too, Sir." Without saying a word Mr. Wilson took a step closer to Tom. Tom pulled down his zipper and reached in, finding his warm wet erection and pulled it out. Gently Tom pulled back the foreskin and kissed the top. "Oh yes, Tom." All the worries were gone, he was so fucking horny and he knew the kid was willing to suck his cock, so why bother, why think about the consequences, he was horny and hard and when he looked down at Tom, he knew that Tom wanted it too, the kid was drooling. Without a word Tom sank to his knees, opened his mouth and let the cock slide in. Mr. Wilson closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm wet feeling of the boy's mouth. He felt Tom unbuckled his belt and his trousers together with boxers were pulled down. He opened his eyes and saw the last inches of his shaft going in between those sweet red lips. He laid his hand in the back of Tom's neck and started to thrust his hips. The boy had his eyes closed, sucking franticly at his cock, while his hand moved up over his bare legs till it reached his hairy balls. "O fuck, Tom!" Mr. Wilson cried out when Tom gently squeezed his balls. He now started to fuck Tom's mouth harder, pulling his cock all the way out and pushing it right back in again. He groaned louder, what this boy could do with his mouth and tongue was amazing! He kept on pumping his dick in and out, knowing that he would blow any second now. His balls started to tingle, he held Tom's head locked in place and pushed his cock in right to the base. He couldn't stop anymore, he felt his orgasm building up. Tom moaned louder too, knowing he would receive a nice hot load of cum. Although the cock was burried deep into his throat he managed to get his tongue to lick the head. "Shit!" Mr. Wilson cried out. Spurt after spurt landed deep in Tom's throat, he tried to push his head a bit back so the seed would land on his tongue to get a better taste of it. He swallowed as much as he could, but he couldn't help that that some of that delicious cum dribbled down his chin. He groaned as he let his own cum erupt, shooting all over the floor. Mr. Wilson pulled back his cock, his head was jus too sensitive to take anymore. He pulled Tom back up to his feet, without any thinking he planted his tongue deep in Tom's mouth. He roamed around, tasting is own cum but also the young guy's saliva. He hugged Tom closer till he finally let him go. "Wow, Mr. Wilson, that was amazing." "Oh, Tom, you're the best!" Tom looked at his watch, "Sorry, Mr. Wilson, gotta go!" Tom zipped up and hurried away. Mr. Wilson took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. He was totally statisfied, he just wanted to turn and go to sleep. A knock at the door reminded him were he was, quickly he got up and pulled his trousers up. "Enter!" he heard himself say. The coach walked in, "Hey, just saw Tom leaving, is he in trouble?" he asked. "No, not at all". Mr Wilson answered quickly, "why?" "Oh, nothing. He's a nice kid." "Guess he is, I saw that you get along fine with him." The coach looked alarmed at Mr. Wilson, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. "I saw you on the runningtracks earlier." "O yeah, sure." The coach said relieved, "he's not much of a athlete, but at least he tries. I've been thinking to help him, you know work out with him after school." Mr. Wilson cleared his desk and put on his jacket. "Maybe a good idea. How is his relation with the other guys in his class?" Together they walked to the carpark. "He seems popular with the other boys. But why the sudden interest in Tom?" Mr. Wilson shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know, he just a nice kid, his grades could be a bit better. But what about yourself? With how many other boys you want to work out?" "It was just a thougth, but I really believe that with some exercise Tom could do a lot better." The coach looked at Mr. Wilson's body. "Wouldn't hurt you to do some exercise yourself." Mr. Wilson smiled, "yeah, you know how it goes." He tapped his stomach, agreed, it wasn't that firm anymore. The coach opened his car and got in, "you're welcome to drop by, I have some equipment at home, just let me know." "Sure." Mr. Wilson said. They said goodbye and Mr. Wilson got into his own car and drove home.