Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 18:16:00 -0700 From: calladun breeve Subject: Sophomore Year: Chapter 1 This story is a work of complete fiction; if it bears any resemblance to any person it is purely coincidental. This story contain graphic episodes of sex between a minor and adult males, and also contains some domination and forced sex; if it is illegal for you to be reading this, please stop now and more on. If you have any questions or would like to write to me for any reason, my email is: calladun@hotmail.com all flaming and junk mail will be deleted, but honest, sincere mail will be read and responded to. My name is Aiden, Aiden Cress. Fallowing, are my encounters during my high school, sophomore year. Sophomore year, you remember it; when you never did your homework, and even if you tried, you couldn't do it; because you never paid attention to the teacher talking in front of you. The year when you were released from the fate of being freshmen, and moved on to bigger and better things (or do you thought.) We start off around fall, when the air is just starting to chill, and you can almost smell the snow in the morning. I was 15 that year. Chapter 1 Math class, what a drag. Mr. Kells, the teacher was interesting enough, for a math teacher. He was funny, but never funny enough to make me even think about doing the assignments. He was around 35, kind of stocky and had short cropped dark brown hair, and when he didn't shave, almost gruff appearing stubble. He was slightly overweight, not that it detracted from his appearance; in fact if anything only added to it, As I couldn't imagine him without it. He was relatively new for a teacher, and had only been teacher at the school a year or two before I came as a freshman. He wasn't your usual teacher, well not what I thought of as a teacher anyways. He let you goof off in class, to an extent; never bothered you about not doing your homework, unless he was in a particular joking mood; and never got you in trouble from the stupid things teachers seemed to find offensive. So, here I was, math class; every morning from 8 o'clock to only god knows when. The usual patterns and fanciful shapes twisted through my mind as I sat and stared blankly at the white bored in front of me. Math was never difficult for me, I just never found the motivation to do it, I had an artists mind, and was easily distracted by everything, and hardly ever interested in something I didn't think worth my time or effort. Sitting there, I slowly and idly sketched odd shapes among other things, onto the edges of the latest victim of my artistic nature. This time it was a biology assignment, due the next period. Biology, what a bitch. It in itself was enough trouble, but the fact that the teacher never accepted late assignments, practically forced me to do my homework. Mr. kells figure absently tugged at the back of my mind, and I sighed as my mind snapped back to the present. He was wearing a button up blue dress shirt tucked into his khaki dress pants. Not bad, for a married straight man, with 2 small kids, not bad at all. For an older man, he was absolutely adorable, not hot, necessarily; but definitely cute in his own way. I found myself staring at his ass as he wrote on the white board at the front of the class room, he turned around and I quickly averted my gaze, and shook myself out of it. Staring at my cute older math teacher was getting me nowhere, so I went back to idly drawing on the edges of my assignment. The bell rang, releasing me from the clutches on geometry's grip. Everyone filed out of the class through the only door, and I groped for my assignments and stuffed them into my binder. I slipped out into the hall into the crush of people, swung my locker and slowly stuffed my binder into it. Everyone was heading for the auditorium, it was an odd day, and we had an assembly today, unusual, but not unheard of in the least. I swung by the bathroom, hoping id have time to piss before the bell rang, signaling me late for assembly. The bathroom was just clearing out from the after class rush, but only a stall was available, so I quickly stepped in and shut the stall door closed as the bell rung, cursing me to the fate of a tardy on my record, piling on top of my numerous others. The bathroom cleared faster than you can imagine after the bell rung. Leaving me alone in the white bricked room. I finished and flushed the toilet, and as the noise subsided, I heard the door creak closed. Not a shock, people were constantly late. I stepped out of the stall and ran into Mr. Kells, I stumbled backwards as he grabbed me and held me steadily so I didn't fall over backwards. He arms held me securely as I felt myself flush with embarrassment, and I risked looking up into his face. His eyes were shining with laughter as he chuckled to himself. Which make me flush an even deeper red. After making sure I wasn't going to fall over, he released me; Leaving me breathless. "So," he asked me in a humorous voice, "when can I expect a math assignment from you?" I fought for a reply, and just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "uh, tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly. "well, if you have any trouble with it..." he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled something on it. "Here's my cell phone number. Don't hesitate to call me if you have any problems." He handed me the piece of paper and I shoved it into my pocket without even glancing at it. And right after I did I thought better of it. Oh god, he probably thinks I'm a little prick now, I thought to myself. "thanks," I said, and then went on barely hesitating, "I'll let you know if I need any help." "good." Was his only response, as I turned to walk away. "Aiden..." he said as he lightly grabbed my arm and I turned around. "Huh?" I faced him fully with my back to the side of the stall. He didn't respond, but he pushed me backwards, into the stall wall, and placed his hand on the back of my neck. Bracing my head with his hand, he leaned forward, and before I knew it, he was kissing me. My mind went numb; so many thoughts filled my head in that instant and I was beyond shock; I couldn't even begin to react. And sensing my hesitancy, he pulled away. Dully aware that he was slowly pulling away, I pulled myself into him, and brought my lips back onto his, his rough stubble against my skin. Seeing no resistance on my part, he pushed me back farther, so my back was firmly pressed against the stall, and kissed me even harder. "What about the assembly?" I gasped as I broke the kiss. "Don't worry about it, I'll write you note." He nuzzled the side of my head, and brought his lips back to mine, pressing him body into mine suggestively. He brought his hand down from the back of my neck and reached for his belt; undoing his belt and the button of the front of his dress pants. Unzipping the zipper, he pulled his pants down a few inches, resting just below his ass; revealing tight black boxer briefs, bulging obviously and the crotch he took my hand in his, and put my hand gently against the soft taunt fabric. I could feel his hard shaft through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs; I ran my hands slowly along the thick penis, the boxers revealing the head constrained by the fabric. He slowly took my hand from his crotch and left my hand to rest on the crook on his back, putting my hand under the bottom of his shirt, feeling the band of his underwear just above my hand. He reached for the fly of my pants, and my penis was fully hard by now, feeling constrained by the fabric of my own underwear. He slowly unbuttoned the fly of my jean and then unzipped the zipper, and instead of pulling them down as I expected, he slipped his hands into my pants. Groping me with his own large hands, he slowly rubbed my penis until I could hardly breathe. He gently removed his hand from my pants and slipped his hand under the band of my underwear, his hands were large and warm against the soft skin of my most sensitive places. He slowly worked his hand further into my pants and had to pull my pants down just a little to reach his goal. I gasp as he shoved a finger inside of me, and grasped his wrist. However, after it was obvious that I wasn't going to offer any other type of resistance, he slowly pressed another finger into my ass; sending sharp pains through my body. My eyes were watering as the pain subsided and he slowly began to stroke my insides. I clung to him as he pressed his hand into me, and me into the wall. My arms that were clutched around him slowly began to relax as the pain ebbed into a dull throb. I removed my hands and I whimpered under what he was doing to me, I don't think a coherent thought entered my mind, except to be chased away by the sensation he was sending through my entire body. Thrusting his finger in and out of me. Somehow I managed to unbutton part of his dress shirt, and pulling it apart revealed a chest covered with semi thick brown hair along the obvious muscle that traced its way across his chest, and apparently that muscled also formed itself over his back. He pressed his body further into me, and his fingers even deeper then I though he could manage. Him muscles tensed with the effort of his hand as he finger fucked me. His body was obviously under pressure from what he was doing to me, with every thrust of his fingers, accompanied by the sensations running thought my body, his muscles tensed; and I whimpered under the pressure of his hand inside of me, stroking me, and from the perception of what he was doing to my body. Where my hands lay, just above his shoulder, the muscle rippled in time with his thrusts; and he used his body to emphasize the forceful push and rubbing of his hand against the inside of my body. He stopped moving his hand, and slowly slipped his hand from my ass. He hurriedly reached for his pants and slid them down, and let them drop to the floor. His penis was clearly defined by his tight boxers, and he slip the band of the front of his underwear down over his cock. After he pushed his underwear down farther, I saw his dick, surrounded by thick brown pubic hair, it was around 7 inches around and was pretty thick, and it was oozing pre cum. He took his hand and rubbed the pre cum over the tip of his penis, until it slid in and out of his hand easily. He took his hand and moved to the waist of my pants and moved them down until I standing just in my boxers, my cock fully erect. His hand ran down my hip and I felt his warm pre cum against me. He reached for the band of my boxers and pulled them down and reached his rand in, slowly rubbing my hard dick with his pre cum. He then slid my underwear down until it wasn't in his way any more, and took his dick in his hand and pressed my body back into the stall, pressing his dick into the fleshy part of my ass. I braced myself against his body and grasp him as he forcefully shoved the head of his penis into me. I cried out and grabbed onto his body harder, wanting the pain that his cock head was sending through my entire body. "This is ganna hurt from a little while, but I promise it will be over soon" he whispered gruffly into my ear as he pressed his body further into me. I could only nod and hope the pain would subside soon, but as he pushed his cock farther into me, the pain only got worse, and it seemed like he was stretching me beyond anything id ever felt before. His pre cum lubricated a little and he thrust his thick cock deeper into me, when it was almost all the way in, he slowly slid almost fully out of my, and then roughly shoved it back in until the base of his penis was touching my ass, and I could feel his balls against me. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and he lifted me up and built up a rhythm and humped my ass for a few minutes, and thankfully the pain slowly melted into sensations I had never felt before. Almost like when he was finger fucking me, but so much more. He grunted as he shoved himself into my ass until his balls hit my ass, pumping himself in and out of me, my ass resisting a little. The muscles on his back moved with his effort and he fucked my ass, and sweat started to form on both of us and he gave into his lust. I gasped as he tried to press himself deeper into me and he sighed heavily and grunted as he pumped his thick dick into my most sensitive parts, his cock stroked my insides and they felt as if they were being rubbed raw, nerves exposed, I shuttered as he pressed his body onto me even more, trying to press his cock even further into my sore and stretched ass. His body tensed and his balls tightened as he gasped and shuttered, Cumming inside of me, filling me white hot white liquid from himself, he slowly thrust his penis into me in long hard strokes, making sure he cummed to his full extent. He shuttered some more and he shot into my ass, until his dick stopped expelling the slippery white cum into me. I collapsed, exhausted, with him onto of me, supporting himself and me against the stall, knowing he might hurt me if he didn't. he slowly and gently reached down and pumped his fingers into my well cummed in ass, shoving the cum into me as far as he could. He pulled his underwear up, and then his pants, buttoning them. "We should get back, assembly will be over soon" he stated as he slowly pulled my own boxer briefs up. I finished pulling my pants on and zippered them up and then fallowed him out into the hallway. To be continued... If you have any questions or would like to write to me for any reason, my email is: calladun@hotmail.com all flaming and junk mail will be deleted, but honest, sincere mail will be read and responded to.