Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 23:20:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: "luvbunzy@ziplip.com" <luvbunzy@ziplip.com>
Subject: Troop Richard's Wood - 3. The right one

Hi this chapter takes a break from camp for the sake of getting to know
Joe, one of the older scouts and a counselor in training. It's also where
the story takes a more fantasy turn. I love the feedback that I have been
getting, so go ahead and send more to luvbunzy@ziplip.com

The Horndogs of Troop Richard's Wood's - 3

Joe loved his auto shop class at Richard's Wood High School. He loved it so
much that he was the star student before he was even old enough to
drive. And the teacher, Mr. Pucker, liked Joe too, though Joe had no idea
how much until the day that Mr. Pucker helped him fix up his custom Camaro
after school. He had gotten the car as a gift and had a couple of years to
fix it up.
	They had just gotten the engine running and Mr. Pucker was in the
driver's seat. Joe was leaning against the hood, which was vibrating. He
was a few weeks away from fifteen, and his adolescent cock was coaxed into
erection by the vibration. It was big, very big: eight inches that meant
both bragging rights and embarrassment in the locker rooms. It also meant
that it was very hard to hide in situations like these, even when buried
underneath briefs, baggy jeans, and coveralls.
	"You thinking about the first pretty girl that's going to sit in
that back seat with you?" Mr. Pucker was standing right behind him, but
what he said couldn't be further from the truth. It in fact embarrassed Joe
that he had been thinking about his eleven year old brother's best friend,
Daniel. He was thinking of the thin smooth boy wearing a thong Speedo and a
midriff shirt. The boy was sitting next to him in the car, playing with the
tip of the tiny hard prick peeking from the front of the Speedos. The boy
winked at him as he drove the car far away, where the two would live wildly
together. He would take the young boy's ass and mouth again and again.
	"You really like that motor revving, don't you kid?" Mr. Pucker had
begun to stroke Joe's leg. He closed the hood of the car. Joe said nothing,
leaning against the hood as the teacher's hand moved to the front of his
pants and grabbed his dick. He grabbed hard.
	"You like that kid?" Joe decided that he did and nodded. He had
seen Mr. P looking at him in class. If Joe had shorts on, he would sense
the teacher staring at his legs or the he would lean in just a little too
close to explain something.
	Now though, Mr. Pucker was really taking control. He could smell
Mr. Pucker's sweat as he was unzipped and stripped of his
coveralls. Mr. Pucker then picked up the skinny teen and set him on top of
the hood of the car. He practically ripped the shirt from Joe's back, then
yanked off the teen's jeans and shoes.
	Joe lay out flat on the hood of the car. His back was hot from the
engine and he was beginning to sweat profusely. His chest heaved and he
stretched his hands all the way over his head. He was very thin, which made
his huge cock seem truly monolithic as his visible rib cage puffed up and
down. Mr. Pucker leaned in over Joe. He forced his lips on the boy and
kissed hard, pushing his tongue through Joe's lips and on to his teeth. Joe
opened up and found himself swallowing the man's tongue. Then teacher
licked the fourteen-year-old's musky armpits, sucking up boy
sweat. Mr. Pucker sniffed the boy all over, licking up sweat on his chest,
his nipples and his navel, savoring the wetness and the odor.
	"God, Mr. P," Joe mumbled. "You're a real pervert."
	"And you love it, don't you son?" It was true. Joe could only smile
at this. He longed for this older man to take him apart. He wanted every
inch of his body explored, much in the same way that he loved the thought
of exploring young boys. This time though, he would have a teacher, someone
to mimic.
	Mr. Pucker began to slowly peel Joe's briefs down, taking great
care to give his cock a hard squeeze before beginning. Joe almost jumped at
this. Mr. Pucker just blew him a kiss. Joe had skinny, wiry legs with much
more hair than the rest of his body. His pubes were a dense dark
patch. Mr. Pucker grabbed at Joe's legs and put one on each shoulder. He
pulled at Joe's cock, not taking any care to be gentle. He squeezed the big
dark ball sack and made the boy moan.
	"You got this big old toy here, but not the sense to use it. I'm
going to teach you a thing or two."
	Mr. Pucker leaned in. He sucked hard and tight at the connection of
Joe's sack to the base of his penis. He did so all the way to the tip of
Joe's dick and then leaned in to swallow the cock, coating it with
saliva. Joe jumped at each hard movement. He was sweaty and drunk on
pleasure. The car still vibrated underneath him, the noise pounded in his
ears. Mr. Pucker reached a finger up to Joe's lips and he sucked on it,
wanting to taste the man that was making him feel this way and that refused
to let up.
	Mr. Pucker was still sucking hard. He moved his newly wet finger
behind Joe's balls and began to feel around. He found the entrance to Joe's
hole and began to feel around. He massaged in a circular motion. Joe was
moaning intensely. Mr. Pucker slipped the tip of his finger.
	"Mr. P, that's ..." Joe was silenced by the entrance of the finger
into his anus. All he could do was let out a long moan. The teacher could
sense that his student was on the verge of cumming. He wanted to fuck the
boy's bony ass, but even in the throes of his power play he wasn't too sure
if the boy would accept that. He sat the boy up and began to massage his
thin shoulders to calm him down.  Finally Joe looked at the man with his
sweaty face.
	"Wow, Mr. Pucker, that was hot. And I haven't even cum yet." Mr. P
loved the gaping looks of the young adolescent. The boy was truly na•ve,
and anything but a cool talker.
	"Well, eager beaver. You get my cock all nice and wet and we'll see
what we can do about that."
	Joe stared as the teacher whipped his dick out. It was white with a
big pink head and the same length as Joe's but of greater thickness. The
pale contrasted Mr. P's face, which was tan and leathery and covered with a
five o' clock shadow. He was balding but still chiseled and handsome. The
hair left on the side of his head was cropped in very closely.
	"Cool." Joe's eyes widened at the sight of the cock. Teacher put
his rough hand on the back of the boy's neck and slowly guided him down. It
took awhile and a few bad scrapes, but with the correct guidance he finally
had the boy sucking just like a pro.
	Mr. Pucker's cock was good and wet, and that was what he wanted. He
slid the boy off of the hood of the car and had him lean against the side
by the window. He began to feel the boy's ass. His cheeks were bony and he
didn't have to dig too hard to get to the hole.
	"You like those fingers in your hole, Joey baby?"
	"I sure do, not so sure about the cock though."
	"Well then, lets try two." Soon Mr. P was working in two
fingers. He was stroking Joe's cock, reaching around. To make sure the boy
was thoroughly stimulated. The boy's ass gave more and more as the kid
moaned. Joe got used to the stretching sensation, then he just wanted more
of it. After three fingers he let out a deep breath.
	"Alright, Mr. Pucker. I think I'm ready now. I want your dick in
me."
	"Then you'll get it, my little A-plus grease monkey." Mr. Pucker
went quickly to the bottom drawer of his tool chest, the only drawer that
always stayed locked. He reached down his pant leg and pulled the key off
of a tiny string.
	Soon he had lubed fingers running all over his own cock and into
Joe's ass. He made sure to dip into the side of the young hole; he wanted
to test its pliability. He flopped his cock into the boys crack and began
to rub his slimy head around the entrance. Joe moaned loudly.
	"My ass. Please fuck my ass Mr. P." The smell of the boy's rectum
was powerful. Mr. Pucker drew it in as it mixed with exhaust fumes and
fuels. Not even the industrial ventilation could keep them from swirling
around. Mr. P mused on the smells for a few seconds before slowly feeding
his dick to Joe's ass.
	Joe moaned as he was fucked and fucked. His own big sloppy cock
thrashed against the window of the car, scrawling pre-cum on the glass. The
fullness in his ass was amazing. He was lost in bliss until the final
moments, when cum filled his asshole. He was then quickly flipped around
and jerked off to his own completion. Mr. P left the teen leaning back with
his hard cock throbbing and spurting out its product.
	Mr. Pucker pulled up two lawn chairs. He sat Joe down in one of
them and took the other for himself. Joe sat back and sighed in total
exhaustion. His butt hole throbbed against the cold plastic seat, but he
was too tired to stand up. Mr. P zipped up his own pants as if he had just
taken a leak, went to a mini-fridge that he kept on top of his toolbox, and
pulled out a couple of cold beers. He tossed one of the beers on to Joe's
lap.
	Joe pulled back the tab on the beer can almost robotically. He was
still dazed in the aftermath of taking Mr. P's big cock in his freshly
devirginized hole and had already taken a big gulp of the cold beer before
realizing that he had never even tasted the stuff before. He made a
puckered up face and Mr. P laughed. Joe watched as Mr. P went to the bottom
drawer of his tool chest. He unlocked it with the same key he had used
before and began to rummage around.
	"So, Mr. Pucker? Is the first time that you've, you know, fucked a
student?" At his last words Joe's anus again throbbed as a reminder.
	'Why don't I show you something kid." Mr. Pucker had pulled a big
metal box from his tool chest. He balanced his beer on top as he sat down.
	"Come sit on my lap, boy-o."  Joey slowly complied. He had a bit of
trouble standing up, but was soon straddling Mr. Pucker's leg. Mr. Pucker
put his arm around Joe's shoulder and ran his cold beer can down Joey's
chest. He smiled at Joe and their eyes met. Joe smiled his dorky young teen
smile back. Mr. Pucker began to open the file-sized box.
	Inside, organized neatly, were several zip locked baggies, each
containing a name and a pair of underwear. Some were stapled to manila
envelopes. Joe wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. The underwear
varied from boxers to tiny white briefs. There was even one pair of
underoos. Many of the pairs had crunchy stains that Joe recognized.
	"Open one of the envelopes." Mr. Pucker instructed. Joe found a
pair of tiny fruit of the looms. The shorts were slightly worn and had neat
little stain in the crotch area. There was cum, but just a few drops of
yellow urine as well. The label read "Bradley." Joe caught a wipe of the
undies even through the plastic, and something about them really turned him
on. It didn't help much that Mr. Pucker had begun to lightly brush his
fingers over Joe's cock.
	Joe slowly opened the manila envelope and found a stack of 8 by 10
photos inside. If the fingers brushing his cock weren't enough to make him
hard, the photos were. A boy of about twelve, with a bowl haircut and deep
brown eyes, was looking over the shoulder at the camera. His ass was open
and ready. In others, a five-inch hard-on was framed by downy pubic
hairs. And Joe was amazed to see such a young boy driving a pink butt plug
into himself with a big wide smile on his face.
	"These are from when I taught woodshop at the middle school." Mr. P
said. "You like them don't you?" Nothing made Joe want to fuck a young boy
of his own like the pictures he was staring at. His cock was huge at the
thought. Mr. Pucker stroked it again.
	"Don't worry kiddo. I'll help you get some real sweet young
ass. And in the process I'll be working yours." Mr. Pucker fingered Joe's
ass as he continued to jerk him to another productive climax. He was all
set to be a great teacher.