Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 08:18:10 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 9

Across the Alley IX


	With Dale and John away at school all day, Danny was feeling left out.  He
had decided he would not be able to get an education, when his parents had
kicked him out.  It had been the first of his dreams for his future he'd
discarded.  He and I talked about it and I asked him a few questions about
what he needed to do to complete his high school diploma.
	He thought he had nearly enough credits, so we  looked around and enrolled
him in a GED program in the Glendale Community College.  He was excited
about finishing high school, and started to talk about other possibilities.
He'd wanted to be a Veterinarian when he was growing up on the farm, and
that dream began to rekindle itself in his heart.
	We wrote away for his high school transcripts, and I was pleased to see
that until the blow up at home when he was kicked out, he'd kept his grades
at B's and higher.  I thought he had a good chance of recovering his focus
on his future.  I'd drop him off at Glendale in the morning, and get back
home to my work.  I began to research Veterinarian schools for him, and
write for their requirements.
	About half way through the quarter at Glendale, he slid into the passenger
seat of my Mercedes one afternoon, a little more excited than usual.  His
grin was wide and happy when he saw me.
	"What's up," I asked, grinning back at his excitement.
	"I discovered something today."
	"Yes?  Just what did you discover?"
	"One of my teachers sucks cock."
	"Really?  And just how did you discover that bit of information?"
	"He sucked me off."  His guileless response caught me short, and I pulled
the car to the curb, and just looked at him, waiting for the rest of the
story.
	"Yes?"  I watched him closely, while he formulated how to tell me.
	"I had to take a dump after lunch today, and since my afternoon class is in
the basement, I decided to use the head at the end of the hall down there.
I was sitting on the toilet, when somebody came into the stall next to me.
The place had been empty when I got there, and the guy in the next stall,
was the only guy that came in while I was there.
	"I heard him drop his pants, and sit down on the stool.  I was wondering
who he was, when he put his foot slightly under the wall into my stall and
tapped it a few times.  I read about that in a magazine I bought from a guy
in high school, and I knew he was signaling me that he was interested in
sex.  I decided to see how far it would go.  I tapped my foot for him, and
he slipped a note under the wall for me.
	"It told me to stick my dick under the wall, and he'd suck me off.  It made
me throw a hardon, so I got down on my knees, and pushed my cock under the
wall.  He was sucking me before I got all the way under for him to reach.
He was good, and I blew my nut in his mouth right away.  I pulled back under
the wall and stood up to pull my pants up.  It was almost time for my class
to start, so I just left the stall and went to the sink to wash my hands.  I
could hear the guy in the stall, beating off, and I waited until I heard him
cum.
	"I always sit in a front seat in my afternoon class, because I like the
teacher, Mister Samuels.  I was sitting down and getting my notebook out,
getting ready to take notes, when he came through the door.  I was thinking
about what had just happened, when the door opened and two girls came in
followed by Mister Samuels.  He told them to take a seat, just as the bell
to begin the class rang.
	"He came over near where I was sitting, and sat down on the edge of the
work table in front of the white board.  He brought his knee up, and laid
his leg across his other leg.  It took me a minute to realize what I was
looking at, but I had to smile when I  saw what it was.  He had a big glob
of cum on his pants cuff.  He had to be the guy in the toilet who sucked me
off and then beat off.  He must have gotten his own cum on his pants and
didn't realize it.
	"He was so close to me I could smell the cum on his cuff.  I couldn't
resist reaching out while he was taking roll, and pulling the cum off his
cuff with my thumb and forefinger.  He glanced at me when he felt me tug on
his cuff, but I just smiled.  I decided to put his cum in my mouth, and
slipped my finger up and licked it off.  He looked at me briefly, and I
showed him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it.
	"He started to sweat a little, and I could see I'd made him start to get
hard.  He walked behind his desk and sat down.  I just know he got a big
hardon from thinking about me.  I got hard too, thinking about him."  He put
his head back on the headrest, and I pulled into a Sonic Drive-in and we
ordered some fires and a soda, his favorite after school snack.
	"So what do you want to do about this?  I munched on a fry, while he
slurped on his icy drink.
	"Would it upset you if I got to know him better.  I kind of like him."
	"Well," I knew I couldn't keep him to myself for the rest of his life, so I
took a deep breath, and told him that he was free to make that decision for
himself.
	"Great," he said enthusiastically.  "I knew you would understand.  He's a
sexy guy."
	"How old is he?"  I bit into another fry.  Being around Danny and his
enthusiasm was infectious.  He made me feel a part of his plans so easily it
was breath taking.
	"I don't know exactly but I'd guess he's older than you. a few years.
Maybe fifty or so.  He's got white hair."
	"You like that?"
	"Sexy eh?"
	"So how are you going to proceed?"
	"I don't know yet.  Any suggestions?"
	"You could invite him home."
	"Maybe..."
	"I could take a powder, and we could warn Dale and John to hang out
somewhere for a while.  You know Jack doesn't get home until late.  It could
give you a couple of hours private time."
	"you'd do that?"
	"Of course Danny.  I believe we all have to discover ourselves as best we
can.  I think we have to explore every aspect of what turns us on sexually.
I've come to love and respect you a great deal, but I know I don't own you
lock stock and barrel.  Your decisions about your sexual interests are
your's to explore as you want."
	"That's great dad, he said, calling me that for the first time since we'd
met.  My heart swelled in my chest, and emotions swept over me like a wave.
He put his hand on my knee and squeezed it tightly as my eyes stung with
unexpected tears.
	I have to admit, the pangs of jealousy I felt when he talked about his
instructor, were hard to suppress, but I truly do believe he deserved the
chance to understand himself sexually without my interference.  We finished
our snacks and I backed the little Mercedes out of the parking spot, and
headed for home.  On the way we discussed strategies he could use to get his
teacher to come around.  It made me feel like a coconspirator planning the
meeting.  By the time we reached home, we had pretty much worked out the
details.
	Using the e-mail address the school catalog listed for the Mister Samuels,
I mailed him that I'd like to invite him to our house for a conference about
Danny.  I gave him the idea that I thought Danny was fooling around in his
class, and not working up to par.  I was fishing for advice on how to handle
the situation.  I then instructed Danny to act a little sullen in his class
for a day or two.  Not much, but enough to catch Samuels' attention.  Danny
was having fun with the game plan, and he and I picked the clothes he would
wear to class the next couple of days.
	I pictured him as James Dean in "Rebel Without a Cause," white tshirt with
a short sleeved buttondown, open all the way with the collar pulled up and
flaring around his neck and head.  We tried out a few combinations, and he
caught on to the scene quickly, and was soon portraying Dean to a "T".  I
don't think he'd ever seen the role model he was imitating, so we watched
the video of that movie until Dale and John came home.
	The boys got into the plan immediately, and I could hear them planning the
sex with Danny and laughing about it while I fooled around the kitchen
putting dinner together.  By the time Jack pulled into the driveway, the
boys were setting the table, and putting the food out.  They couldn't wait
to tell Jack of the plan.
	"Man," he said when he'd heard their excited telling of it.  "They turn
into sluts so quickly don't they."  Dale and John both frowned remembering
their past history with the term and their dad's use of it to describe them.
	"Now Jack..."I started.
	"Just kidding boys, but you've got to admit that it is a bit sluttish.  Is
this guy you have in your sights single or married Danny?"
	"I don't know for certain, but he does wear a gold band on his left ring
finger."
	"Humm.  Probably a closeted husband."  I hadn't thought of this, and was
glad Jack had brought it up.
	"You know Danny, this might put a different light on the game plan."  I
shook my head and handed Jack the mashed potatoes to pass, and picked up the
peas.  "If he's closeted, and married it might scare him to death.  Maybe we
ought to rethink the plan a little bit."  Danny looked deflated, and picked
at his fish filet with his fork.
	"I don't mean you shouldn't try something, but we don't want to terrorize
the poor man.  He's probably walking a thin line as it is, blowing guys in
the school toilet like that."
	"Really?" Jack said, hearing this detail for the first time.
	"It's how Danny figured out he was into cock."  I took a bite of fish and
chewed, thinking.
	"Why don't I just play it out like we discussed it, and after he's here at
the house, we can play it by ear."  Danny's eyes glanced around the table at
each of us, before looking back down at his mutilated fish.
	"Fine," I said.  "Just take it slow and easy with him.  He's probably as
frightened as a rabbit he'll be discovered by the wrong people."
	"I'll take it easy," Danny grinned his winning smile, and I knew he'd
handle himself well.  I went back to eating, and asked Jack how his day had
been, changing the subject.
	Danny was excited the next day when I picked him up after school.  He
looked completely like a younger version of Dean as he hurried to the car
across the campus yard, shirt tails flying out behind him, and a load of
books under his arm.  I opened the door for him, and he dropped his books
into the backseat, and slid in next to me.
	"He took the bait," he announced in triumph.  "He got pissed at me for what
he called my insolence."  He was grinning from ear to ear.
	"Did he say anything about my e-mail?"  I pulled away from the curb into
traffic.
	"He said he'd gotten it and would try to arrange his schedule and he'll be
e-mailing you."
	"Good.  It looks like the plan is in motion."
	At home, there was an e-mail waiting for me on the computer when I got back
to work.  Danny was off in the boy's room, doing his homework.  It was Pizza
and beer night, so I didn't have to cook.  I opened the message, and saw it
was from Samuels.  It was short and to the point.
	`Thank you for your e-mail.  It is nice to see a parent taking an interest
in their child's education.  I would like to talk to you as well about
Danny's attitude in my class.  Perhaps we can meet Thursday evening after my
last class.'  I e-mailed a response saying that would be fine, and that
since his class was Danny's last of the day, perhaps he wouldn't mind giving
him a lift home, where I'd be ready to have our discussion.  Hitting send, I
went back to my writing.
	A moment passed before the irritating mechanical voice announced I had
mail.  It was Samuels, confirming that Danny could ride with him to show him
where we lived.  I went back to my work without responding, figuring to let
Danny confirm it with him on Thursday.
	The day arrived, and I felt a little strange not being at school to pick
Danny up.  I wondered how it was going, as I got into the Mercedes, and left
the house.  I didn't go far, just around the corner where I parked next to a
fake adobe wall, so I could see the house.  It wasn't long before an older
model ford with Danny in the passenger seat, pulled up and parked on the
street in front of the house.  Danny and the white haired guy driving both
got out.  They were talking, but I couldn't catch exactly what they were
saying.  Danny led the way to the house.  Once they were inside, I got out
of the Mercedes, and jogged down the alley and into our back yard.  Danny's
instructions were to take him to the den.  I'd arranged the blinds in the
windows there so I had a pretty good view of what was happening.  I'd also
left the windows open a crack, so I could hear their conversation.
	I hadn't told Danny of my plan, because I wanted him not to have to worry
about me.  When I got to my window position, I could see them standing in
the den.  Danny muttered something about me having forgotten about the
meeting.
	"Maybe I should go," Samuels said, but didn't make a move to leave.
	"I'm sure he'll be home soon.  Would you like something to drink Mister
Samuels?  We have beer if you'd like."
	"I shouldn't."
	"Well I'm going to have one.  I'm thirsty."  He headed for the kitchen,
while Samuels looked around the room.  Danny returned with two long necks
and handed him one.  He took it without protest.
	"Dad left a note on the fridge," he took a swallow.  "He got called into
his publisher's office for a conference.  He won't be home until after six."
	"Your dad's a writer?"
	"Yeah.  Would you like to read some of his work?"
	"I wouldn't mind.  I write as well, although I haven't published anything
yet."
	"Gee," Danny smiled broadly.  I didn't know you were a writer, but I guess
it makes sense, it is English you teach."  He walked to the bookcase, and
pulled one of my raunchiest gay novels off the shelf and handed it to him.
	Samuels took the paperback, and sat down on the Italian leather chair.  His
back was to me, but I could see him turning pages, and after a bit, I could
see he'd stopped at a good part, and was reading intently.  His pants began
to expand as his stiffening cock began to crawl down his leg.  He was
breathing deeply, and set his beer on the table beside him to turn the page.
	"Your dad wrote this?"  He glanced at Danny sitting on the carpet near his
knee.
	"Yeah.  Hot stuff huh?"  Samuels cleared his throat, and adjusted his pants
to let his cock have more room.  Danny smiled up at him.
	"Mister Samuels," He reached across his lap and grasped the hard log of the
man's cock and squeezed.  "What's this thing in you pants?"  I thought
Samuels would have a heart attack.  His head jerked back, and he dropped the
book onto the floor and grabbed Danny's hand where it gripped his hardness.
Danny let his hand slide up and down the massive shaft jacking it through
his pants.  The man groaned, and let his hand drop off Danny's arm.  He
sighed, and let his head loll back on the Italian leather.  His eyes were
closed tightly and he was trembling.
	"Remember last week when you blew me in the toilet next to the classroom,
and then beat off after I left the stall?"  Samuels nodded, and scooted his
hips lower in the chair, letting his cock extend further out along his leg,
and loosening his pants a bit.
	"That was you?"  His voice was strained.
	"Um hum," Danny said.  "I've wanted to do this with you ever since then."
	"We shouldn't be doing this Danny."  He made no move to stop Danny's hand
from its jacking motion.  Samuels looked like he was carrying at least ten
inches and it appeared to be as thick as Danny's arm.
	"Why not.  you like boys don't you?"  He nodded again, and took a
shuddering breath.  Danny jacked.
	"I'm married."
	"So?"
	"I'm your teacher."
	"So?"
	"It's not right to do this."
	"It's just sex Mister Samuels."  Danny reached for his belt buckle.
Samuels didn't try to stop him at all.  The boy had his pants opened and
pulled them down over his knees exposing a pair of blue and white striped
boxers.
	"Lift up Mister Samuels."  He raised his butt, and Danny had his boxers off
in a flash.  The massive log of Samuels' cock, throbbed on his left thigh,
drooling precum in a long sticky puddle on his skin.  Danny leaned over and
licked the clear puddle of fluid, and the old man shivered.  He gripped his
own cock, and raised it up to the boy's face, and Danny took it in his hand,
and the two jacked it together, while Danny licked and sucked the stream of
clear liquid from his piss slit.
	"Oh sweet jesus," Samuels muttered.  Danny opened his mouth wide, and
fitted the giant flaring cock head into his mouth.  The old man shivered
again, and humped the boy's mouth, placing a hand on the back of Danny's
head.
	A few minutes of this, and Danny stood up, letting the giant cock plop out
of his mouth, and started stripping off his clothes.  Naked, he went to my
drawer of goodies, and came back with a large condom and a tube of Wet©.  He
handed the tube of lube to the old man, and tore open the condom with his
teeth.  He capped the head of the giant cock, and slid the latex sheath down
it's length until it was covered about half way before the rubber gave out.
He turned his butt to face the old man who was trying to get his breath and
trembling.
	"Grease me up Mister Samuels.  I want you to fuck me with that monster cock
of yours."  Watching this, I was hard as a rock myself, and I unzipped my
Levis, and pulled my throbbing dick out into the air, pushing the elastic
band down under my balls.
	Samuels squeezed a big dollop of lube on Danny's hole, and began to push it
into him with his finger.  After a few minutes he squeezed some onto the
head of his cock, and used the same hand to slick it down over his shaft.
Danny reached through his legs and grabbed the column of flesh and
positioned it at his hole, and just sat down on it.  I started jacking my
cock as I watched Samuels' monster disappearing into my boy's butt.  It was
undeniably feverishly hot watching the old guy fuck my boy.
	Samuels gripped Danny's hips, and pushed him forward onto his hands and
knees, and bent over his back, driving more of himself into Danny's heated
hole.  I watched the old man's butt cheeks flex and his big hairy balls
jiggling between his legs every time he hit bottom.  Danny was grunting with
pleasure as the old guy deep dicked him to the hilt.  I jacked, matching
Samuels' rhythm as he fucked Danny senseless.  I was beginning to think I
might enjoy some of that massive cock up my butt as well.
	I saw his nuts begin to pull up around the base of the shaft, and I knew he
was close.  Danny began spraying cum across the carpet.  I could see the
glistening ropes spraying out in a six foot fan in front of him.  He hadn't
even touched his own cock, and still was shooting a major load.  His butt
tightened down hard, and Samuels lost it, and began dumping what could only
be described as at least a pint of cum into my boy's asshole.  I shot then
as well, painting the side of the house with my pearly cum.
	I walked to the back door, and opened it suddenly, not bothering to put my
cock away.  I was still semi hard, and hanging out of my zipper.  Samuels
nearly fainted when he heard the door and tried to pry Danny off his hard
pole, but Danny wasn't having any of it.  The old man relaxed a bit when he
saw my drooping dick, still oozing a bit of cum from the slit.
	"I...I..." He was white as a sheet, and unable to get his breath properly.
he'd been caught with his massive cock up my son's asshole, and there was no
denying it.
	"Take it easy Samuels.  You've been had.  We planned this so Danny could
get to sample your cock.  He thought it might be big, but he wanted to see
it to make sure."  I reached over and fondled the three or so inches that
were not buried in Danny's ass, and played with his balls, which had dropped
down again and hung in their long hairy sack between his legs.  He was
moaning, either from pleasure or fear still, but it was hard to know which.
He was starting to go soft, and after a moment, he slipped out of Danny.  I
pulled the flooded rubber off his dick, and tied a knot in the top of it to
capture the cum.
	"Can I have that," Danny asked, holding his hand under his hole to keep
from dripping his juices on the carpet.  I handed it to him and he bit a
small hole in the latex at the tip and sucked the cum out and swallowed.
Samuels' eyes were wide with wonder.
	"So," I smiled at him.  "I guess you're still in the closet?"  He looked at
me, still wide eyed, and nodded.
	"You're welcome to stop by here when you feel the need of something on the
side."  He looked at me in disbelief.  "We have an all male household here,
and there are some pretty interesting sexual situations available.  There's
myself, and Jack, my lover.  He has two sons in school at ASU and there's
sweet little Danny here.  We all like man to man sex, and with a fuck tool
like what you've got between your legs, you can bet we'll all want to sample
it with your permission of course."
	"I...I..." His eyes were rolling around in his head, and I thought he'd
pass out for a moment, until he focused on me again.
	"You mean I'm welcome to come here to play around with all of you?"
	"Sure. All at once or one at a time.  Whatever.  We all like sex, and big
cocks like yours, make it more interesting.  I would love to feel that thing
fucking the shit out of me, and I know my lover Jack will feel the same way.
  How do you feel about a threesome?"
	"Hey," Danny interjected.  "He's my teacher.  I want to fuck him some more
too."
	"You will Danny boy.  You will."  Samuels sat back on the chair, and his
half hard cock, dribbled a skein of late cum, and I stooped over and licked
it off.  He shivered under my tongue and grinned up at me, glancing at
Danny.
	"When can I come over?"
	"Any time you feel the need.  Just e-mail, or tell Danny.  I'll give you
the telephone number in case you can't do either of those things.  I'm here
nearly all day by myself, and wouldn't mind the company once in a while."
	"Fantastic.  I've got several periods during the week when I just sit
around between classes for two or three hours.  I could come over here."
	"Let's do it the first chance you get."
	"Yes, let's do it."  He was smiling broadly at both of us.

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