Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 19:20:21 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: Screwing the President Chapter 12 Screwing the President Chapter 12 "I don't think this is a good idea, Asa," said Stan Baxter, putting his arm around me. We both had backed away from Coach Blood and were leaning against the door of the coach's office. The Coach was inching towards us on all fours. "It's too late to back out now," I said, shaking my head. "Besides, the door's locked." "Having second thoughts, boys?" asked the coach. "Actually..." Stan began. "No," I interjected. "No second thoughts here, coach! We're no pussies! You know that." "That's what I like to hear," said Coach Blood, his gruff, manly face smiling up at us. "Why, with an attitude like that, our boys might have taken Hanoi as easily as a one-eyed leprechaun gives his candy to a bow-legged Annapolis midshipman!" "What?" "Now take off your speedos!" yelled the coach, clearly not concerned that the other freshmen changing and showering only steps away in the locker room might hear us. I shrugged and pulled down my blue Speedos. The sight of the sweaty and hairy Coach Blood on his knees in front of me, ready to suck my dick, had already gotten me so riled up that as soon as I pulled down the waist band, my throbbing hard dick fell out of my Speedos. "Good God," said the Coach, eyes widening. "You boys are not playing around. Now it's your turn, Baxter." Reluctantly, Stan pulled down his Speedos revealing his long, hard cock and low hanging balls. Stan was one of the guys on the swim team that shaved every last hair off of his body and his tight eight-pack abs led down to a narrow waist and then a rock-hard dick: not a single hair in sight. Coach Blood reached down and pulled off his red Speedos, looking in turn from Stan's dick back over to mine. "Hmmm," he said. "Do I start with the shaved cock and balls or do I give the neatly trimmed bush a try?" Do I need to say that the neatly trimmed bush belonged to your boy, Asa Peterson? We're not talking any funky Brazilian stuff here, but I definitely shaved my pubes so that the hair was not visible above the waistband of my low-hanging Speedos. Before I knew what was happening, Coach Blood was on his knees in front of me, shoving his face into my pubes. "Oh my god, that smells so good," he said. "The smell of sweaty freshman balls." Then the coach lifted up my cock and balls and buried his nose between my legs. He let my cock and ballsack rest on his face and forehead as he sniffed me. "This is better than I ever imagined." The coach used his knees to shove my legs wider apart, giving his face more room between my tight swimmer's legs. I did not resist and I watched in amazement as my swim coach hungrily sniffed my private parts. I looked over at Stan and smiled, I'm not exactly sure why, and the next thing I knew, I felt something wet licking me from my balls all the way back to my hole. It was the coach's tongue and it felt so good that my cock began to throb even harder than it had been, just seconds before. The coach laughed. "You like that, don't ya?" he asked. "I bet you've never had a bitch work you over like that, Mr. Peterson." I shook my head "No" and leaned my head back as the coach continued to tongue my balls and ass from underneath me. I suddenly looked down because I felt something wet running along my shaft and I watched as the coach opened his mouth wide and took my hard cock into his mouth, moaning the entire time. Seconds later, Coach Blood had deep throated my cock all the way down to the base. "God, Coach," I said. "That feels so good." If the incredible blow job wasn't enough, Coach Blood reached up with one hand and began to finger my tight hole: first with one finger and then with two. "Oh my god," I said. "Fuck! Coach, you have no idea how good that feels." Stan looked over at me as the coach sucked my dick, with a strange gleam in his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was envious that the coach was sucking me off and not him, or jealous that he wasn't on his knees himself, taking my ten inch dick into his mouth. The coach did not just suck, but he tongued the underside of my shaft as I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. He took my cock so deep into his mouth that he was able to reach his tongue out and tongue my balls while holding my dick in his mouth. "This guy is good," I said, and I began leaking precum in Coach's mouth. I watched as the coach's adam's apple moved up and then down as he swallowed my precum. When he was done, he pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked over at Stan. "Bring your cock closer, buddy," he said. Stan shoved his cock in the coach's face, slapping it on his cheek and rubbing his dripping cock head on the coach's stubbled chin. In a flash, the coach took Stan's cock into his mouth and deep-throated it just as he had done mine. I watched in awe as the coach took Stan's cock all the way down to the base and jerked me off at the same time. I knew the coach was a horny guy, but I never imagined that he was as skilled as the display that he was putting on for us. "You like that, I can tell," the Coach said to Stan, as he scooted back over to me and took my cock back into his my mouth. We played around like that for a few minutes, with the Coach going from Stan's cock to mine, and then back to Stan's. Finally, the coach said: "Fuck it" and he took both of our cocks in his mouth at the same time. We did a little cock wrestling on the coach's tongue as the coach greedily licked the head of my dick and Stan's at the same time. The coach's hands were just as playful as ever, and he reached under me and began fingering my hole again with two fingers that he had lubed up. "Fuck that!" said Stan, and he pulled his cock out of the coach's mouth and positioned himself behind the horny man. Stan pulled the coach's red Speedos completely off and tossed them to the other side of the room. I knew that Stan had pushed his cock into Coach Blood's ass when the force of the motion pushed the coach's mouth as far down as possible onto my cock. The coach closed his eyes and moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as Stan rammed his curved dick into the coach's ass. "God, his ass is tight," said Stan as he worked his thrusts into a faster motion. I offered him my hand and we high-fived and shook hands as we continued to fuck the coach's ass and mouth. After several minutes of tag-teaming the coach, Coach Blood pulled my cock out of his mouth and blew his whistle. "Switch, boys!" he said. Stan and I shrugged and we switched positions, with me taking up the place over Coach's red hole where Stan had been standing before. I slowly pushed my cock into the Coach's ass as Stan placed his slippery cock back into Coach Blood's mouth. I held on to the coach's firm ass and rammed into him. His ass was so tight that it felt like it was strangling my dick. "You weren't kidding, man," I said. "The coach is fucking tight." I pushed the coach's back down with my hands to arch his back more. "Feel better?" I asked. "Mmmm.... MMMM HMMMMM!" mumbled the coach, his mouth and ass full of leaking jock dick. "Shit, I'm close," said Stan, tightly gripping onto the coach's salt and pepper hair with both hands. Stan was fucking the coach's face as hard as he could and the coach struggled not to gag on that mouth full of dick. "I'm gonna cum!" "I'm gonna cum, too," I whispered. "Oh my god." Seconds later, Stan and I both tossed our heads back and moaned in pleasure as we released our hot jizz in the coach's mouth and ass. My cum shot out like a machine gun into the coach's ass and, though I stood still, the coach was horny as all get-up and continued to buck and back his asshole up on my throbbing dick, milking every last drop of cum out of me. "Ohhhh..." I moaned. "Oh my fucking god.... Ah!" Stan was moaning something similar to that and when he was done, he gave the coach a grateful pat on the head. I pulled my dick out of the coach's ass and the coach instantly turned around and put my dick back in his mouth. He deep-throated me again and swallowed the last drops of jizz from my cock. I looked down and saw that the coach's cheeks and chin were covered with cum that had escaped from his lips. I used a finger to scoop up some of Stan's cum from the coach's face and I brought it to my mouth. "Not bad," I said. Immediately afterward, Stan slapped the exhausted coach on the back and said: "Tell us what you know, Coach." "Wait a minute," said Coach Blood. "I didn't get a chance to fuck you yet, you son of a bitch." "You can fuck me as much as you want," said Stan. "Hell, you can fuck me all night long, but first we need you to tell us everything you know about the Delta Iota Kappas." "What do you mean?" asked the coach. "I think you know what we mean," I said. "These guys are up to something and we have reason to believe that you are in league with them. Why don't you just admit it?" "There's nothing to admit. I have no goddamn idea what you pussies are talking about!" "Are you the prefect?" asked Stan. "The what? The prefect?" "Yeah, the prefect," Stan repeated. "Don't play stupid with us." The coach stood up and his look turned menacing. "If you assholes don't start talking sense right now I'm gonna keep that door locked and fuck the bejeezus out of you. The both of you." "Fuck, I don't think he knows anything," I whispered to Stan. "Um... well, Coach," mumbled Stan. "Nevermind. I guess it's just a little early and we were a little confused. We didn't piss you off, did we, Coach? We were just playing around. Now, would you mind unlocking the door?" Luckily, the coach had really enjoyed himself with the two of us and he agreed to let us out. There were still a few freshmen around and they watched in amazement as Stan and I walked naked out of the coach's office. A couple kids must have been close enough to see the cum dripping off of Coach's chin and I'm pretty sure they did not mention that in their letters home to Mom and Dad. After Stan and I showered, we walked back to our lockers where I found that my Math teacher, Dr. Kline, had left three messages on my cell phone. As Stan dried off and got dressed, I listened to the messages and discovered that she needed to meet with me "urgently". Her words. Stan and I agreed that I would go and meet Dr. Kline now, while he would return to the hotel to debrief James. We had failed. It looked like Coach Blood was not the prefect and now we were back to square one. "Come in, Mr. Peterson," said Dr. Kline, after her assistant had announced me. I walked into the room and the professor immediately stood up and greeted me at the door. After indicating that I should take one of the chairs facing her desk, Dr. Kline sat on top of her desk, rather than behind it. She crossed her legs, as she had done the last time that I had come to her office, in such a way that I could easily see what she was working with. I saw a jungle of dense brown hair staring back at me between her legs and it took all of my concentration not to focus my eyes solely on her snatch. "Here we are again, Mr. Peterson," said Dr. Kline. She girlishly played with her flowing dark hair, as she spoke. "You promised me that you would improve your performance in class. You said you would give it your all, and yet here we are. We've been here before, haven't we? I see no improvement." "Things are going from bad to worse in my life, Dr. Kline. I seem to have lost control." "What do you mean, Asa?" "I wish I could tell you, Dr. Kline, but it's personal." "Personal?" asked Dr. Kline. "You are routinely failing to show up to my classes and I am missing several assignments from you. At this point, it is 'personal' for me as well, so if you have something to share about what precisely is going on with you, I think you should share it. Is it school? Do I need to recommend to your advisor that we drop you down to three classes a semester?" "No," I replied. "It's not school." "Is it... girlfriend trouble?" asked Dr. Kline, crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly. I laughed. "Not exactly. I have a girlfriend, but she's not really in the picture right now." "It has to do with Delta Iota Kappa, doesn't it?" I sighed and quickly pondered how I might be able to get out of this corner I found myself in. I had a strong suspicion that if I lied to Dr. Kline and said that my issues had nothing to with the frat, she would sniff out the lie right away. "Yeah, it has to do with the Delta Iota Kappas," I answered. "You caught me." "Well, what do you have to tell me?" The Delta Iota Kappas are not a fraternity at all, but actually an evil brotherhood of horny, fraternity studs serving a demon god, who promises them an immortality filled with sex and loads of cum. "It's just an issue with me trying to balance the frat with my school responsibilities," I said. "So you are definitely joining Delta Iota Kappa?" "I am not sure, actually," I replied. "At this point, I think joining the frat may not be the best thing for me." "If I may make a suggestion?" "Sure, Dr. Kline. Please make a suggestion." "I know that you are pledging Delta Iota Kappa, and I think you should accept their offer if they make one." "You do?" I asked. "Yes," said Dr. Kline, "I do. An offer like this only comes once in a lifetime and the last thing you want to do is grow old and regret that you never joined the most important frat on campus, possibly in the country. When a young man joins an organization like the Delta Iota Kappas, one has joined a brotherhood for life. It is almost a form of immortality, isn't it?" "I don't believe I understand you, Professor." "I only mean that you don't want to throw away such an important opportunity, Mr. Peterson. That's all." I nodded, although I still found this argument, coming from her, to be surprising. "Now that the subject of your personal life if out of the way," said Dr. Kline, "we can talk about other, more interesting things." "More interesting things? What's more interesting than advanced calculus." "Jokes aside," said Dr. Kline, smiling coquettishly, "we have something exciting that we need to talk about." "Like what?" Dr. Kline spread her legs apart, giving me another view of the asset which she clearly treasured more than her beautiful mind. "Would you like to lick my pussy?" I jumped up out of my chair. "What?" I asked. "I don't think I heard you correctly, Dr. Kline!" "Judging by your reaction, Mr. Peterson, I believe you heard me just fine," said the Calculus professor. "Come on, Asa. Just one lick. I promise that you won't regret it. In fact, I can guarantee that you will never forget it." "Dr. Kline... why? All this time... was this what you wanted?" "Don't get upset, Asa," said Dr. Kline, slowly stepping down from her seat atop the desk and standing squarely in front of me. She grabbed on to my backside with her hands and shoved my crotch forward, towards hers. She tenderly massaged my meaty ass through my jeans, with her hands. "There is nothing to be sensitive about, young man. You are a college freshman, in your sexual prime, and I am an educated woman, also in my sexual prime. Why shouldn't we engage in... vigorous lovemaking?" "Vigorous lovemaking?" "Yes." "I'm sorry, Dr. Kline, but I think there is some confusion here," I said. "I don't really know what has gotten into you, but I don't think you want this, and I know that I don't." "You don't mean that," said Dr. Kline. "You are making a very big mistake if you turn me down, young man. I was the one instrumental in gaining your admission to this university. If you... reject me... I will send your firm behind back to South Dakota faster than you can say Captain Crunch." "Captain Crunch." "This is no laughing matter, Mr. Peterson. Now get over here and lick my pussy!" I shook my head in complete disbelief and shoved Dr. Kline as far away from me as I could. She stumbled backward and hit the desk. The look she tossed me when she gazed up again was so filled with rage that it stopped me in my tracks for a moment. Her eyes momentarily turned blood red and her nostrils flared. As soon as I regained my composure, I grabbed my bookbag and ran out of the office. I did not look back. Things went from bad to worse after that. As promised, I met James and Stan at the hotel, catching a ride from a guy on campus. I had a key to the hotel room and I pulled the card key out of my pocket as I walked toward the door. I heard loud talking within, angry talking, and I figured it must be coming from the television. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Stan taking a swing at James. James took a step back and tossed a short jab with his right hand and then a left hook that landed squarely on Stan's jaw. Stan hit the wall and fell to the floor. "A southpaw, huh?" he asked, rubbing his chin. "It's alright, I have a strong jaw!" "What the fuck is going on here, guys!" I yelled, jumping in between them. "Is this some kind of joke? There's too much shit going on right now for you two to get into it like this." Stan explained that James was pissed that we hadn't gotten any information out of Coach Blood. James told me that he was convinced that Coach Blood had to be the prefect, since the other suspects on campus were so unlikely that only the coach remained as a viable candidate. "It's not Coach Blood," I said. "The guy is horny enough to be in league with the Delta Iota Kappas, but he doesn't know anything. Not a damn thing." "It has to be him!" yelled James, placing an arm on my shoulder. "Don't touch him, you son of a bitch!" and Stan pushed me aside and tackled James to the floor. They landed on the carpet with a loud crash. I watched as these two big men wrestled and elbowed each other, rolling first one way and then another. I contemplated breaking them up again - I noticed that Stan's nose was bleeding like a faucet, down his face and all over the carpet - but it had been such a rough day and I was so annoyed that these guys were fighting that I thought "Fuck it!" and decided to leave them there to duke it out until they inevitably passed out on the floor. I left the hotel and walked to the nearest bus stop, where I caught a bus back to campus. The trip took me nearly two hours and I was pretty tired by the time I reached my dorm room. I was more mentally exhausted than anything else and I immediately collapsed in my bed once I reached my room. Part of me knew that coming back to my dorm wasn't a good idea, James had said so himself, but I needed some alone time and I didn't know where else to go. I needed to get away from James and Stan: they were both driving me crazy at this point. As I lay in bed with my eyes closed, I thought I felt the weight of someone sitting on the edge of my bed, but I figured it was just my imagination. I lay in bed convinced that leaving South Dakota was a bad idea. I wondered if I would ever escape the mess I had gotten into alive. I knew that most men only get once chance in life and it seemed like I had thrown my chance away as soon as I had let Connor and the Delta Iota Kappas rope me into their crazy life. I shook my head, and a tear streamed down my face. "That's it," I thought to myself. "I'm not gonna get out of this alive." I felt a weight shift on the bed again and I heard a voice say: "Don't think like that, Asa." I opened my eyes and saw Connor sitting on the edge of my bed. [TO BE CONTINUED] [COPYRIGHT 2011]