Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2000 15:14:37 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: Jack Away At College. Part 1, My English Teacher

			   Jack Away at College
			    by botpuppy@aol.com

Well, here I am 1000 miles away from home. "Veni, Vidi, Vincit", that's a
line I remember from one high school class or another. It means, "I saw, I
conquered, I came", and that's what I have in mind out here, cumming with
no parents to look after me and my sex life.

Ok, so I just barely passed that Latin course, but I did great in a course
called Intro to Psychology or something like that. That stuff about
dominant and submissive personalities really got my juices flowing. I
wasn't much of a student, but I paid a lot attention to the example of
animals that roam in packs. It seems that every pack has one alpha
(dominant) male, several beta (subservient) males and the females. The
alpha has first pick of the day's meal, and no one eats until he is
satisfied. He also has first choice of the females, who are eager to breed
with him, partly because his sexual appetite is voracious and his sexual
organs are the largest and most satisfying to the partner he chooses. The
betas display their submission in several ways. They lick his balls and
allow the alpha to piss on them, marking them as his inferior.

That got me thinking about myself and my personality. I was a jock in high
school and tended to be very aggressive in any competition with guys. It
seemed that this trait carried over into my sexual preferences as well.
Although I'm basically straight, and I do fine with the chicks, the last
summer before I went away to college, I had a great time with my cousin
Mark. Turns out he is a fag, and a submissive at that. My buddy from the
football team, Mario, and I had a great time using Mark, and he enjoyed the
way we made him do all those humiliating things that sub fags will do to
please a hot top.

I had some fun with a few other guys that summer, including a cute guy I
gave a ride to on my way to college. I became aware of a certain behavior
among all those subs. It's hard to explain, but once you get used to it,
you can spot it right off. There is this look in their faces, even their
eyes, fear mixed with lust. Now, I can sense in a few moments when a guy
wants to be sexually and mentally dominated.

Being a freshman, I have to live in the dorm, but it's not so bad. A lot of
cute guys around that I think I would enjoy playing with, especially my
roomie. I notice him checking me out all the time, especially when I get
back to our room after a shower. I purposely give him a good show, and I
find it fun to see him sneaking glances at my chest and the rest of my
body, and oooo, yeah, what I have hanging between my legs.

I have come to realize that sometimes, plain old sex with a chick doesn't
satisfy me. I enjoy making a guy submit himself to me. More about my roomie
and Mark another time, now I want to tell you about this teacher I have in
my freshman year English lit class. He was only about 27, and kind of good
looking, but he had that something about him that told me that he was going
to be fun to fool with.

The first few days of classes, I wore the usual, accepted preppy clothes,
button down shirts, chinos, the whole deal. When I noticed that the teacher
seemed to be interested in me, I decided to have some fun with him. The
next day, I wore an old pair of cutoffs and a tee. I sat in the front row,
and watched for his reaction. The shorts were actually against the accepted
code, but nobody, including the teacher, seemed to object.

All through his lecture, I noticed his glance continue to return to me, but
I pretended not to notice. I thought by then that he surely was going to be
my first boy toy after my cousin back home.

The next day, I wore the same cutoffs, but this time I didn't wear a jock,
no underwear. I took out a tank top, and checked it out. Loose fitting, it
showed my pecs and biceps off real nice. I take care of my body, and I am
proud of looking good. A pair of sandals and I was ready for the day's
class.

Arriving a bit early, I took a seat in the front row, knowing that all the
rest of the class would sit further back. This way, it would be just the
teacher to see the little act I had in mind. Teacher started in on his
lecture, droning on about Shakespeare's something or other, which bored me
to death. I kind of leaned back in my chair, slumped down with my bare legs
extended, and raised my arm to stifle a yawn. I knew this action would show
off my biceps and the thick black bush in my pit.

Sure enough, when I made an attempt to sit up in a more acceptable
classroom position, teach was staring right at my arm. He seemed to be a
bit flustered, just the reaction I was looking for.

I casually let my hand rest in my crotch, like I was gonna scratch my
balls, but just slow and easy. The teacher was staring at me now, as if he
were unable to stop looking. His voice took on a higher pitch, and he moved
behind his desk and sat down. I could tell that he was trying to rearrange
his dick and I just knew that he had a major hardon.

He told the class to copy down the assignment for the next day, and then to
get out paper and pencil and write a short biography of ourselves. I began
to scribble a few things on the paper when I noticed him glancing my way
again. Casually I slumped down a little in my chair with my hand holding
down my gym shorts on one side. As I moved forward, the leg of my shorts
rose up, and the tip of my dick stuck out about an inch. My dick is cut,
and the head is shaped like a helmet, thicker than the rest of my
cock. Mark taped my equipment for me once after he had sucked it up to a
complete erection. It's 8-1/2 long, 6 around at the center of the shaft, and
7 around at the base of the head. And that is in good old USA inches.

I had moved enough so that just the head was exposed, and when the teacher
stole another glance at me, I could almost feel him gulp. His eyes bulged
and his jaw fell, his lips were trembling. He wanted to look away, but just
kept staring at the sight I was treating him to. After a pause to make sure
he was hooked, I looked him right in the face and smirked, nodding my head
slightly. He finally broke his eye contact, blushed and, clearing his
throat told the class that was all for the day, stuttering as he struggled
to pronounce the words.

I waited as the class filed out, then went up and stood close to the
teacher's chair, standing between him and the open classroom door. Students
were making the usual commotion in the hall outside. My back was to the
door so no one could see what I was going to do.

"Hey, Professor Smith, I have a problem here that I figure you can help me
with."

"What is it?" He said that in a small voice, as if he were afraid of being
overheard.

As his head was tilted up to look at me, I slid my cutoffs down, low enough
to expose the top of the thick black bush around my cock.

"Scratch the hair down here for me", and used my hand to tilt his head
down.

"I--I--I can't do that here with all those students out in the hall, I
could get fired, even get in trouble with the police, you have to stop this
right away."

I mussed up his hair a little, and said in a low voice, "Do you want me to
stop this, just ask me to stop and I will."

He looked up at me, opened his mouth to speak, but instead just looked at
me. That look said more than any words ever could, a complete submission to
me. I just stood there and then I felt a trembling hand stroking my bush.
His hand was soft and he stroked gently, tenderly, clearly to show me that
he had accepted his role as the submissive in our relationship.

"Write your address on this", handing him the sheet of paper, which was
blank except for the words, 'Jack's Bio'. He hesitated, clearly questioning
whether this would be wise. But he took the pen and did it, handing me the
paper. "I will be visiting you a lot, teach, there's a lot more I'm going
to show you", mussing up his hair some more.

I pulled my sweats down lower so that my dick was out in the clear. I was
not fully erect, which was just right for what I was going to do next. I
guided his face into my crotch with my hand on the back of his head.
"Please no, not here", he whispered, trying to say the words with his face
held in my crotch. The students continued marching through the hall,
raising hell on their way. I let my cock rest on his forehead and directed
his nose into my balls. I could feel his breath as this position had him
inhaling the scent, that funky sex odor of male sweat that makes these
pussy boys horny. I let him enjoy this for a while, and then felt him
trying to lick my balls with his tongue.

That got me hot, and my dick began to harden, but that's not what I planned
for right now. I pulled his head away from me and rubbed my dick on his
lips. "Open up, faggot, take the head of my cock in your mouth. Don't suck,
I don't want to get boned now, just let my cock rest on your tongue. He
obeyed and looked up at me, frustrated and questioning what was
happening. Then I let go, releasing a slow trickle of piss onto his
tongue. He tried to jerk back and looked at me with, startled.

But I held him in position with my hand on the back of his head. "Just take
my piss down your throat, teach, you don't want your nice white shirt and
tie to get piss stains on them". The flow continued, and he struggled to
swallow fast enough. "That's it teach, it wouldn't look so good for you to
be seen with piss on your shirt and on your breath."

I knew that the fear of being discovered was a major factor in the thrill
that these guys got from this kind of scene. I had no doubt that his dick
was throbbing with excitement, and probably oozing, longing to release his
sperm. But you have to keep them on the edge, getting them ready for more,
always in hope of that satisfying orgasm. I had no intention of that
happening yet; I had plans already forming in the back of my mind for some
more fun at this fag's expense.

My piss flow had slowed to a trickle, and I took care not to shake the
drops onto his face. Actually, I had been careful the whole time to keep
all my actions seemingly normal to anybody giving a casual glance through
the open door of the classroom. It would just look like a normal after
class session between a teacher and a student. Of course, I didn't tell him
that, that would only spoil it for him.

So instead of shaking my dick, I just told him to lick my dick clean. He
did, and looked disappointed when I put my cock back into my shorts. I
looked at the paper with his address on it. " I'll see you at your house
later on teach, I think I have some stuff that I can teach you." He
recovered enough to say, "What time", looking up at me with those pleading
eyes. I told that that I would be there when it suited me and to be ready
for my visit. "Now write your telephone number down, holding the paper out
to him. He did that, too. "Good boy teach, I'll be in touch."

As I left the classroom, I turned and said, "Oh, by the way, you better
gargle, your breath does smell like piss," and smiled at him.

I went back to my dorm room, my roomie wasn't around and I decided to
shower, change and eat. The dorm food sucks, so I went to a pub off campus
and got a burger, fries and a beer. A guy I recognized from the English
class came over and sat down next to me at the bar, and started a
conversation. After a few more beers, we started to get friendly, and he
and I began to comment on the female flesh beginning to drift in. Turns out
he was a high school football player too, Joe, and he began to tell me
about the way he wanted to have some big boobed chick go down on him.

By that time I was feeling a bit blitzed myself, I said what do ya think
about that little blondie over there? "At this point, with these beer
goggles on, I could use almost anything warm and moist", and went over to
the blonde. I sat back and finished off my brew, stopping when I heard her
holler, "No, and you're a drunken pig, get away from me".

He came back and sat down, gulping his beer.  I grinned, "Struck out, huh?"
"Yea, major league, damn it I need to get off."

We looked around the pub, nothing much interesting. Then I remembered the
teacher. "Joe, you wanna get your cock sucked?" "Yea, you gonna do me,
punching me on the arm."

"Yeah in your fucking dreams, but I know a faggot who would be happy to
suck us off, you know Jones the English teacher?"

"No shit, is he a faggot, he looks like a good guy to me." "He ain't
sucked my cock yet but he will. Remember when I was talking to him after
class today? I was pissing in his mouth." Joe sat back, "You're putting me
on, nobody is that low", and he got real interested. "I even offered to let
him quit, but he wants my dick so bad that he just took it all down. Fuck,
he's ready for it, man, you wannsta see?, slurring my words now. "got his
address and phone number right here. Let's go find a phone."

"No problem dude, I got a cell phone in my car, let's see if you're
shitting me" It was about midnight by then, but now I was interested.
Besides being drunk and horny, my pride was up, and I was relishing the
idea of showing another jock how I could make even our teacher submit.

I took the phone and punched in the number. It rang maybe 4 times before a
sleepy voice said hello? "Hey teach, this is Jack, I told you I'd be
calling,"

"Jack, it's past midnight, and you are drunk, why are you calling me now?"

"Me and my friend wanna come over to see ya, teach, you wanna suck some
cock?"

A long pause, I'm grinning at Joe, as I hear, "Jack, please stop this, I
can get in a lot of trouble."  "Yea faggot, maybe you will, but here's what
you're gonna do. I want you to get naked and sit on your front porch till
Joe and me get there."

His neighborhood is a quiet place with almost no traffic, so I knew he
wasn't at any real risk. But he wasn't aware of that, and I didn't tell him
either. The fear of discovery would make him more submissive and
compliant. " Now you get naked and get your pussy ass out on the front
porch, we'll be there when we finish these beers."

"Please, Jack I can't do that, don't make me do this, you can come in and
I'll make you some coffee, and then you can do what you want, please,
Jack?"

I had held the phone over so that Joe could hear; he just shook his head. I
was really getting off on this, and the thought of displaying my control
over my teacher in front of another randy dude made me feel even
better. "If u want my cock, faggot, get your naked ass out on that front
porch." And I hung up the phone.

"Well let's throw these brews down and go have some fun, Joe, buddy."
"Fuck, I don't know Jack, I ain't never had sex with a guy before." "What's
the difference if it's a guy or a chick sucking your cock, man, and I can
tell you from experience that guys suck a lot better than chicks." "You
really get blow jobs from guys, wow, that's wild." " Trust me dude, this
guy wants it bad, you know what? Let's make him pay us for the privilege of
sucking our cocks. I'll tell him he has to pay us $20 apiece." He slapped
me on the back, "You're fuckin' weird dude, I like your style, let's roll."

We got to the street and Joe drove slowly, checking the house
numbers. "There it is, man. Park here and get ready for a good time," "You
really think he'll do what you told him too? That's kinda kinky, ain't it?"
"Yea, I bet you your $20 that he'll be on his porch, probably with a
hardon." " You're on dude, let's find out."

We climbed the stairs to the front porch; it was dark, the only light
coming from a street lamp a half a block away. "Hey, teach, where the fuck
are you?" A timid voice came from a chair in the corner answered, "I'm
here, Jack, can we please go into the house now? It's cold out here." "Come
over here and say hello to Joe."

He got up and walked over and stood in front of us. "What did I tell you
dude, naked and his dick is at attention", as I reached out and took his
dick in my hand. Just grab a hold of his dick and see for yourself. Joe
reached down and gave the teacher's dick a few strokes. Shit, he's hard as
a rock, he must really get off on this stuff. "Just wait, you ain't seen
nothing yet, let's go in and party."

Joe and I sat on the sofa, watching our teacher standing in front of us,
shifting his weight from one foot to another, obviously embarrassed at his
situation. He really looked pathetic, and if I didn't know that he was
longing to be able to get down and suck my cock, I would actually have felt
sorry for him. "So teach, tell me, what is it that you want?" He lowered
his eyes, and mumbled, "I just, uh, I mean... I guess I want to
suck your dick."

" Not good enough, teach, we can't hear you, speak up." He gulped and said,
"I want to suck your cock", turning red as a beet. "See, that wasn't so
hard was it? But you are going to have to tell us how much you want our
dicks, man, and you didn't even say please, and you an English teacher."
"Please Jack, please let me suck your cock, and Joe, please may I suck you
cock, too."

I could see the bulge growing in Joe's jeans, and I was pretty well boned
up too. "Well, maybe, what do you think, Joe?" I grinned as I realized that
he was getting into this game, too. He said, "Fuck, dude, I don't go around
letting faggots suck on my meat, not for free anyhow." "Yea I never thought
of that. OK teach you can suck us, but it'll cost you 20 bucks each.

The teacher was surprised at this, and I could see him struggling with this
next humiliation. A good looking guy begging two of his students to allow
him to perform a sexual act, and one of the most degrading things that a
man can do, at that. And on top of all this, actually paying them for the
privilege. He was struggling with his decision, as I stood up, groped my
balls, and say, "I guess you're not interested teach, ok, we're outta
here."

"No, no, just a minute, I'll get the money, please don't leave."

He came back quickly, handing us a $20 bill each. "OK boy, stressing the
emphasis on boy. Get on you knees and show us what you can do", dropping my
jeans and standing with my hands on my hips. "And watch your teeth, boy."

Man there is nothing like looking down at a fag slobbering on your meat,
raising his eyes for your approval as he bobs back and forth on your
shaft. Joe was standing next to me, getting impatient. He grabbed the
teacher by the hair, pulling him away and pushing his cock into the
teacher's mouth. We went on like this for a while, cooling down some each
time the other got his turn. But this time, as our sucker was working on
Joe, he grabbed teach by the head and held him down on his cock. He threw
his head backward yelled out, "Fuckin' cummin' now, take that load you
faggot. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yea."

When Joe pulled his dick out, sperm was running down out of the sucker's
mouth. He sat back on his haunches, breathing hard. I decided that I wanted
to get off quick, so I just pulled him up by his hair. "Alright teach, time
for you to find out that there's more than piss comes outta my cock, suck
on this for a while", and I watched him greedily open his mouth and gulp me
down. His mouth was still coated with remains of Joe's load, and the
sensation of plunging my dick into this warm lubricant was sensational.

I started to pump in and out of his mouth, thrilling as he tightened his
lips around my cock head as I withdrew, unwilling to allow me to pull
out. Each time I did, he opened up wide and waited for my next invasion of
his mouth, and finally, grabbing the back of his head, thrusting in all the
way, I was probing into the opening to his windpipe.

With that stroke, he shuddered. My dick spasmed as I unloaded gobs of my
ball juice into his mouth. He gagged as he tried to swallow it all down,
and the last spurts of my cum landed in his face. Now I was breathing hard,
pulling my cock out of his mouth and watching the teacher trying to get his
breath. I saw that he had cum on his chest and belly, and his dick was
still oozing, and realized that he had experienced an orgasm.

I tucked my dick into my jeans, and Joe handed me his $20 bill, slapping a
high five on me. "Let's, head back down to the pub for another round or
two, man, my treat." I put the money into my pocket, and we headed out.
Looking over my shoulder, I told the teacher that we would see him in class
tomorrow. He smiled and shook his head yes, he would look forward to seeing
us again, anytime.