Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 10:00:18 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Teachin' the Teech.  Chapter 8.

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materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
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Teachin' the Teech.  Chapter 8.


Finally, after a little coaching from Kirk, Dan started to grunted, hump his
hand and `call out into the whole of the store how good it felt and how he
loves to wack his meat in public and create treasures for the stores customers.

"Love it! Love to jerk and play with my dick! Wanna make ev'vy customer happy
with some of myself on these books....ohhh! Uh! Mmmmm! Nnnghhheeghh! Ahhhhh!
Cummmm! Cummmminnnnn! Oh good...soo good sogooood! Huhhhhhhppphh!"

Kirk mumbled something as he finished the scene taping about Danny becoming a
local legend when the film they were creating was released at the end of the
week.

The teacher's ball shoot was all over the books, and even dripping off the
edge of the table in some places. Kirk just let it dry where it landed and left
the books untouched as he told Dan to get dressed and get out with orders to
be there the same time next morning.

As good as Dan felt literally floating on a cloud out of his apartment with
Gail on his arm, that's as bad he felt now after the latest in his seemingly
neverending rounds of base degradation.

Nothing and no one could take from him the love he shared with his sweet and
future wife....till he faced all of that which seemed to ensnare him from the
moment he set foot in that first classroom.

Back at Dan's apartment, Ian was pulling up just as Gail and Dan were
leaving. Fingering the duplicate key Davy'd given him the night before, Ian hustled
up the stairs, ejected and swapped tapes from the machine under the bedroom
bureau, and was gone with the door slamming in his wake!

While Dan's was decorating the books at the sex shop, Ian was busy editing
the dvd Dan had created in his bedroom for the boys, and duplicating it for the
others to play on their 'puters in class.

As Davy came into class that morning he said into Danny's ear, in a high
pitched girly voice, words from Gail to Dan that only Dan had heard that previous
night: "Ohhh Dannny, I would give you everything you wanted for your love."

Dan's heart stabbed him! and cold sweat beaded up on his face! Were they in
the fucking room? Noooo! They taped it...but how? When?

Teachin' the Teech.  Chapter 8.

As for Ian, that young dude had been playing it all for all it was worth,
humpin', pumpin' and upside down!

After Jason surprised Danny in the stairwell at school the other day, Ian
knew he had himself a buddy cockhound in the making.

The security cam in the firelight on the ceiling captured the whole of
Jason's needy teacher suckoff...of him pleading with Danny to let him do
it...annnnnd most funs of all was the constant calling out to "COACH!"

To have Jason wanting to put out for Coach, AND eating the student teacher's
balls dry on video, Ian had him a jockboy slave!

He had invited Jason down to the first floor A-V Studio when he was
finalizing the dvd for distribution to the football team, 20 girls, and all of Ian's
and Jason's friends, if Jase didn't cooperate.

As Jason watched over Ian's shoulder, he saw the distribution list on the
monitor and all the screen names listed. Boring as it was, it was still
interesting to watch Ian do magic with video stuff. Then the monitor flipped to the
beginning of the actual vid.

Jason's heart jumped straight into his mouth! There he was on the floor
reaching for his teacher's fly!

He felt horror! Then rage! Then such deep sorrow like a no boy could ever
know!

Ian had turned around in his chair, and smiled up into Jason's eyes as he
reached up all of Jason's six foot-plus height and cupped a hand around the
pretty boy jock's neck. Jason bent and started to duck out from under that gripping
clammy hand of Ian's as it squeezed firmly, yet gently....but he knew....he
knew Ian had him dead to rights....and could very well own him after Ian showed
him the key under his finger on the keyboard that would send everything out
instantaneously....and tears welled in his eyes when his own dick went rock
hard in his pants at the mere thought of being on his knees to Ian!

He looked into Ian's face....the smoothe boy face with the green eyes and
light brown fly-away straight hairs. Ian had it all....looks, smarts and one fine
hornyboi tool that was gonna fit handsomely right in Jason's
mouth....regularly!

Ian started to open his pants as he pulled Jason closer to his fly, but Jason
just went for it all. He gently slipped the ziptab down and when the
checkerboard design of Ian's boxers was in full view he planted his face right between
the fly flaps and sighed the sigh of one who has achieved his ultimate goal
in life....and yet....this was barely the beginning for Sudbury's newly
awakened cockhound!

Ian was shocked to his gut when his whole insides did flips at the heat on
his still covered cock from the big boy's mouth. He jerked in his seat when
Jase' tongue swiped up the length of his stiffy right through the spittied boxers.

Ian started to bounce up into his cock-licker on realizing the pure thrill of
being eaten
A-L-I-V-E!!!

Jason digged his tongue and lips into the kid's fly slot and feverishly
worked the hardened boytool out into the open airs of the studio room. This was
Ian's sanctuary. HIS place. The place where he'd spent so many geekyboy hours
when all the other dudes were playing ball.

And now....now he had this room to share with a hot jockfaggot that was gonna
bring to life all the dreams that Ian never even dared to have!

He fidgeted with a digital video camera on his desk as his cockhead
disappeared for the first time inside Jason's flaming facecunt. He shook wildly, almost
losing the camera, at the new thrill of a tongue diddling the underside of
his dickhead crown where all the nerves of a boy's entire body came together! It
was all somehow the same as when he primed his pud against his teacher's face
that day...but yet it was so entirely different!

He gently put a hand to Jason's forehead and pushed the sucking face off his
prick till the fine 6 incher bobbed in front of Jase' nose then had Jason
stick his tongue way out, "Far as yu kin get it out, dude!"

Jason followed direction and when Jason slowly raised his eyes to get Ian's
approval, Ian switched the cam on and then nodded slowly, smacking his lips
silently, giving Jason the go-ahead to inhale boyprick once more....and this
time....for all the world to see!

Ian realized, film-making was a tougher art than he'd previously thought.
Most everything he'd done before was staged, stationary, or on tripods. To be
taken on a cocksucking whirlwind with a school buddy at your feet and trying to
video while you're all but shooting your rocks off, well, this called for
fucking Oscar-level talent!!!!

Only time would tell if Ian was up to the rock-fucking, face pumping,
rut-humping orgasm of his life while holding a camera!

He shot every possible angle of dick-sliding, lip-snugging entry to Jason's
mouth. Underneath, from the sides, directly down to peer at just the intaking
fuck-drive, and the hottest was from on top at an angle with the kid's nose and
especially his eyes, big as saucers looking right into the lens while the
wide and meaty teen morsel of boycum fun was sucked in and out and in and out of
the now slobber bubbling, drooling big boy mouth in a neverending surge and
withdrawal of lust and need annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd fuckkkkkk!!

As Ian got closer and closer the camera became even more difficult to control
and he was frantically looking for a way to steady it.

He tried to ease out without putting voice on the video and slow Jason down
so he could attach the camera to a desktop tripod and verify the angle. He
smiled to himself, and it even had an element of erotics to it 'cause the ultimate
success of the camera placement steeled up Ian's prick again to bursting as
he ham-slammed the fucker right through Jason's face and then gave himself the
thrill of his life when he grabbed onto Jason's head with both hands and
without a modicum of lens blockage, sank his cocktool to the pubies down Jason's
throat and this time he couldn't restrain himself as he screamed over and over
and over...."SWALLER IT! SWALLER IT YUH FUCKIN' QUEER! EATMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Ian had tears in his own eyes from the most fantastic fuck he was ever gonna
have!!! He came and came and came and the fighting jock impaled at the end of
his joytool made it a thousand times more intense. Oh mannnnn! To know he'd
driven his teencock down a resisting, straining, fighting-to-get-loose throat of
a beautiful fuckfaced jockboy cocksucker!!!!

Ian slumped in the chair totally spent and Jason went over on his head to the
floor holding his hands around his neck and seeming to try and throw up but
instead just hacking and gasping for air while choking on the slimy cockslop
slipping down his gullet while at the same time trying to ooze back into his
mouth.

The camera silently recorded the pretty boys for posterity as they heaved and
sucked for breath in the long comedown after Ian's shootoff.

Ian sat up in his chair and rolled it right into Jason who was still slumped
over at his feet.
Gripping Jason's strong boy, wirey frame by the shoulders, he squeezed and
then leaned into kid's ear and spoke softly but firmly in smoothe low tones:
"You jockboy....you love it don'tcha? DON'TCHA! You want cock alla times! You
fuckin' need cock....school cock... teecha cock...man cock....ANY FUCKIN' COCK!
Don'tcha? Don'tcha! DON'TCHA YOU FAGGOT FUCKIN' QUEER!!!!"

"Yes! Yes! YAYESSSSSSSSSS! Godyesssss! I need it....alll...so bad....cock!
Dick! Cooooooachhhhhh!!!!!!"

"That's good queerboy! 'Cause ol' Ian's gonna be makin' sure you gets all yuh
needs fum here out, starting rightchere wit'diss!" Ian growled through his
brighty white clenchers, as he beat Jason's face with the slop of his pisshole
dogwater cumdregs spraying out all over the kid's hair, eyes, and face! "Kiss
it, faggot! Kiss it up nice annnnnd sloppy!"

Jason used two hands to the root of Ian's pecker, right down into the boy's
curlies, as he lick-sucked and slop kissed his handsome new cockmaster!

Ian switched off the camera.

"You'll be sleeping over my place tonight. An' I'd be oilin' up my boy pussy
if I wuz you," Ian sneered as he stood up and went about shutting down the
studio, as he readied up for his next class.

He took the dvd of the stairwell scene, and the one from the camera he just
shot, and put them right in front of Jason's face before putting them both in
his backpack. "Pull the door shut tight when you leave, cocksucker!" Ian said
casually over his shoulder as he left for class.

Jason looked down to the floor before him, in front of his knees, both hands
pressing, fingers splayed out, to the cold tile at either side.

He stared at the droplets of spit, and cumcurd and sweat both kids had
expended in their short adventure in cock-ecstasy just moments ago. Jason fell face
forward in his hands and sobbed from deep inside him.....jerking and jolting
from the force of all he'd just been through....and oh my....oh
myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......through his fingers......he licked and slupphed up what he and Ian
had left behinnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!!!!!


The day had been one of Dan's easiest to date following on his fuck-crazed
engagement to Gail, and his entry in the world of professional porn at the Adult
Book Store. Mannn...it seemed that in one week Danny realized that the life
he led exposed to him almost nothing of what was actually going on around
him....and now....not only was he fucking in it....he was starring in it!!!

The shame....the degradation....and gross debasement he experienced. He cried
inside when he thought of it while trying to run his classes through world
history, and at the same time would throw a rod now and then that fought to
stand up to his belly inside his boxers!

The final bell rang and as the kids burst out to freedom for the day, Danny
collected his notes and books and was going to make his way down to the gym for
his meeting with Coach.

Danny thought it was strange that not one of the kids, and especially Davy
had even so much as mentioned any planned horrors for him after school.

He found himself relieved as he headed for his first teacher-to-teacher
confab....and still, as he reached the stairs he wished his hands weren't full so
he could give his needy peter some fun.

'Knock! Knock!' Dan rapped firmly on Coach's office door. He'd always been
told, never make a meek knock. Starts a  meeting off on equal footing if you're
firm in every way you can show it, from knocking to handshaking.

"C'min...'s'open!" came the mild, though deep manly voice from inside.

Dan opened the door, and closed it behind him as he strode to the large desk
before him which was mostly clean and empty, save for a football and a large
trophy of a baseball figure batting.

The young student teacher was intimidated when the Coach didn't stand to
shake hands, and just kept looking down at something he was apparently writing in
a journal as he asked, "Whut can I do for you?"

Dan fidgeted and lost his voice for a sec, and the coach looked up and
sternly made clear he was upset at Dan's already wasting his time.

"Supp, mann! Spit it out....ain't got all day!"

All Dan's coaching about strength and firmness was shot to hell as he
stammered and tried to get out, "I-Iyii-I'm uh Jason...your athlete...Jason's history
t-t-teacher...uhhh... Coach," Dan shamed himself.

"S-o-o-o-o...oh yeh...you called me about him...bad grades or some shit?"
Coach asked.

Dan was relieved at least Coach didn't get nasty, and did remember why they
were meeting.

"W-Well, in a way yes....his grades are deteriorating, but there seems to be
a definite reason....and maybe between us, we can catch it before he does
suffer an unsalvagable decline that could hurt his average and chance for team
play and college scholarship," Dan stated very clearly, and professionally.

"Zat right?" Coach gruffly spoke, as he sat back in his chair and pulled out
a cigar....in the 'smoke-free' school.

"Seems to me, like, there's ways around little shit like'iss, ain't there?"
he asked Dan.

"Yess-Yessir...there are...and between us I hoped.... uh uhm thought..."

"No son...you gettin'iss wrong...it's you who got the marking pen, my
dude....so it's you who can FIX it! Right? RIGHT!??" Coach barked.

"Uhhh...respectfully...s-s-sir, uhh, no....see it's the cause that's the
problem....an' well Jase is very smart...but his mind is a muddle of....to be
honest....sex and most likely his raging hormones, being the young virile teen he
is," Dan spit out very coherently considering he was getting fucking hard just
thinking about all this.

"Look, kid," Coach stood up now, barking at Dan, "all kids is horny, and got
dicks and fuck like rabbits...and they all make grades and play spawts, too! I
don't see the problem....and more, I don't see why you bugged about it. Maybe
he's got some bitch in heat and he's losing concentration. I get the same
problem when my fuckin' secretary comes in here. But, I get past
it....sometimes....." Coach seemed to be mellowing as his hand smoothed over the top of the
desk, and he remembered the times he'd had that silly little bitch right on that
desk with that football betweenst her titties and diddled her box with head
of the baseball player on that trophy, while his tongue smoothed the way for
some 'heady' action.

Dan saw the coach rub his pants just then, and he had all to do to keep from
doing the same thing, and hoped that Coach didn't see his cockhead tenting his
fly.

"Where were we, boy!" Coach asked a little shakily, sitting back
down....still staring at the spot where Emily's juices droozed onto the desk....and where
he'd licked it all up.

"Ummm-uhh...Jason, sir...Coach! I was thinking that it's well, not,
well....Coach...it's....you!
He's obsessed Coach...with YOU! It might help if you had a talk with him, and
maybe even if you gave him time to get to know him, so he can really know you
as a person rather than maybe just the idol figure he sees you as," stated
very well.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN??" Coach roared.

"Coach....whenever he talks to an adult...like, well, me, or another teacher
or somebody, he starts with "Coach", and then corrects to whover it really is
he's talking to, and sometimes, he can't stop it, and keeps calling the other
person 'Coach'"

"It's really something I think YOU can help him with....better than me, or
any one," Dan concluded.

Coach sat silent...almost deflated it seemed. Then he sat forward and grabbed
a pencil to drum on the desk. The small but steady drumming was irritating
and Danny was starting to bead up in his pits and across his forehead and nose.

Coach Davis looked up and stared hard at Dan. Then he gave Dan's body an
eyeball flouroscope.

Danny really beaded up now. Coach could not miss Dan's pants tented. Damn! He
wished Coach would have offered him a seat. He was standing like a fucking
recruit in front of  the drill sergeant about to get balled out. He started to
do that ol' kid thing, shifting weight from foot to foot.

Coach sat back in almost a slouch in his chair. His smirk showed he knew he
had the new kid teacher by the short hairs. His sweats were almost form fitted
and his bulge was apparent....and hefty!

Coach never took his eyes off Danny as he rocked back, still drumming that
pencil on the front edge of the desk now.

"Whut's yur in'trist in MY player, little man? You sure it's all about grades
and scholarships....doooode?" Coach seemed to be building to a boil, scaring
Dan.

Coach lurched forward, his rockhard belly against the desk, and fists balled,
pounding the desktop.

"I work wit' dese punks, Teecha boi....fum the second they form up for gym in
8th grade. I build 'em, I tuff 'em, and wrestle them away fum their coddling
mommies, and by damn I make 'em winners....and if they ain't got it, I boot
'em and work with those whut can hack it. GOT IT, PUNK??" Coach was yelling at a
shrinking Danny, and was up out of his chair now and coming around the desk.

"You fucking sissy boys coming outta school tuhday to teach in our fucking
schools....yuh namby pamby these punks and make'em girly boys like yer own
selfs. Here I'm moldin' real men from blobs'a dirt, shit and clay, and sculptin'
champeens! You fancy pants outta college come in here and mess it all the fuck
up!"

"If I find out you fuckin' with my playahs' heads, I'll boot yur pussy ass
intuh next year...YOU GOT THAT, ASSWIPE???!!!" Coach roared and was shaking in
anger, pounding a fist into an open hand, and almost coming off his feet like
boxers do when they throw a punch.

Shit, at one point Danny actually flinched from one of Coach's moves....and
even ducked away from the bigger man.

Sweat was streaming down coach's face....his teeth were clenched...."An if I
findju played with one of....W-a-i-t  a  m-i-n-u-t-e! You all getting funny
with some young teener a little younger than yourself...I betchu....you...yur
a....yur a fuckin' faggot ain'tcha! You perv queer! You intuh boy pants!
Ain'tcha....Ain'tcha! By damn...I kin see it in yur face...and that fuckin' tent you
had in yur pants...I betchu want summa 'diss rightchere, don'tcha queenie?"
Coach was grabbing at the bulge in his sweats and shaking the mass of cloth
covered cock at Dan. Coach spit the terrifyng words at Danny who was backing
toward the door at every inflection.

Coach closed fast and pinned the young dude against the door jamb. Oh
mannn...he rutt-humped and drove his crotch into Danny's. Dan could feel it's huge
hardness against his own mooshy deflated prick which was trying to hide up
inside him from outright fucking fear!

Coach's hot breath seemed to burn at Dan's face and eyes! He could smell the
coach. The man was thisclose to him. Their bodies were pressed hard together
now and Danny could swear the man was humping him, but if he was it was almost
imperceptible...and this man did NOTHING in moderation...if he was gonna fuck
hammer Danny, he'd ram the young teacher's ass into the wall with no mercy!

The coach held hard and fast to Dan now, and with hands gripping the wall and
door jamb, bent at the elbows, it was like they were in the same fucking
clothes they were pressed so tight together.

Dan DID feel a churning....something against his fly...against his shriveled
dick buried in his boxers.

Then Coach sighed and seemed to release from Dan yet was still touching
front-to-front with him. He then leaned in to Dan's cheek....their cheeks were
touching. Dan could feel Coach's scratchy beard growth, his sweaty face and the
heat of the fevered man. In a roaring hoarse whisper that scorched Dan's ear,
Coach said, "You getcher queer ass outta here, boi...and don't lemme hear
'boutchu faggin' my BOYS! Now, GET OUT!!!!!"

Dan tripped over his own feet, and Coach's, and stumbled trying to get away
from Coach's still pressing body to get the door open behind his back and get
out before the man killed him!!!

Dan's clothes were soaked in his own feary sweat! He grabbed his books and
papers he'd left outside Coach's office and made fuck-in' tracks!

He rushed down the hall to the men's room which was thankfully empty to
straighten his clothes and wet his face.

He opened his belt and fly, dropping his jeans till he could refit his
rumpled shirt back in and then redressed himself.

His hand slid down his fly front to flatten imaginary wrinkles and it came up
with a wet...a wetness. He brought his hand up and squeezed his
fingers....they were sticky. He looked in the mirror stepping back, and he had a large damp
spot on his jeans. For the minute he thought he shot off in his pants and
didn't know it. Could Coach have had THAT much of an effect on him...and without
him realizing it. Shit! He was scared enough in there to forget his name!

He opened his pants again....and there was nothing on his boxers or the
inside of his jeans. "OMIGODDD! Coach...Coach creamed when he pushed into me like
that! THAT was whut I was feeling down there that seemed like imaginary
humping....the fucker was CUMMMMINGGGG!!!" Dan squealed out loud echoing the big
secret to all the tile walls.

He put his sticky fingers to his nose. No doubt about it....fuck sauce! He
pressed his fingers into the cumsmudge again, and smelled again. Dan's prick
steeled right up. Mannnn! Danny loved the thrill-scent of cum! As hard as it made
his dick, was as soft as it melted everything else that was Danny Summers!
Boy....hadn't them teener boys in his class figured that out right quick?!
Or...is it just what dudes feel scenting cum??

He absently licked every last smidge of Coach jizz off his jeans from his
fingers, and then he rushed over to the paper towels and wiped the front of his
jeans as best he could. No good. It was too dark and looked like he pissed his
pants.

He pulled his shirt tails out for cover, and washed his hands before heading
for the parking lot.

'Ssshplassssssssphoooshhhhhhhhh!'

Was that a toilet flushing as Dan left the bathroom???????? Could somebody
have heard all Dan's secret revelations to himself about Coach?

He kept mulling over what happened in his mind and muttering under his
breath. "Imagine what a mess Coach's sweats musta been if all that stuff came
through on MY pants," he thought. "He couldn't'a been wearin' underwear....and
definitely no jock! Man! He was butt naked under them sweats and rubbin' against me
like that. Holy shit!" Danny was rubbing the heel of hand into his rockhard
tool, and almost fell into a car when his legs started to rubber up on him!
"Fuckin' Coach! FUCK-IN' COACH! He MUST be diddlin' his 'BOYS'! Makin'em
champeens! Makin' 'em MEN! HA! whutta fuckin' joke. Fuckin' faggot!"

He gathered himself all up and sat in his car to start up and head home. He
and Gail had no plans for the night, and he was looking forward to a restful
night of pizza maybe, and a beer.

When he made the stairs at the apartment, for a second he had to check the
number on the door. There was a wild racket, music and a kind of crashing sound
like something banging on a trash can.

Nope! It was the right apartment.....and in the fog that he'd been in the
whole week he didn't even think to turn tail and get the hell out of there. As he
started to key the lock, the door flew open, Mike shot his head out and
looked up and down the hall. Seeing it empty he grabbed Danny's shoulder and yanked
him through the doorway, slamming the door and throwing the lock.

"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TEEEEEECHHHHH!!!!" everybody yelled. The radio was
blaring and Ian was playing 'drum cymbols' on the dog crate which they had placed in
the center of the room.

Dillon, who was in the same class with Davy, came up to him and took the
papers and books from Dan's hands.

Mike, Dave, Dillon, Jason and Ian swarmed 'round him. In a flurry of hands
and feet, clothes and shoes, Danny was stripped to his skins.

Ian kneed into the back of Dan's knees and dropped the teacherboy to the
floor, as he bellowed, 'READY TO SERRRRRRRRRVE!!!!" to cheers and high fives all
around.....

So there was young Dan....on his knees, ordered to stick his tongue out and
palm his own  cock, while reaching with his other hand into Davy's opened fly.

Mike handed Dan's cummed up jeans from the teacher's encounter with Coach to
Dave who stuffed the wet cum stain into Dan's face. 'Eatcher stuff, TEEEEEECH!
Yu prob'ly cummed yurseff off just droolin' about getting home here to give
us boys some dick funnin'... din'tcha!?? EAT THAT faggot!"

Once Danny's socks were unceremoniously stripped off his feet from the toe
end out behind him, the studes stood back, arms folded across their chests, and
admired their handiwork....their teacher....their balls naked cockslave....his
face shoved smack into Davy's meat from behind...."Gwulpphhkk!"

"Oh mannnnn! Fuck-innnn' DO it! Eat meee...fuckin' eat meeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

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