Date: Sun, 14 May 2023 12:21:40 -0700 From: Warren Franklin Subject: Copping a Feel ....and to find the circumference of.... Mr. Lindy's voice trailed off. I'm not sure when it happened, but when I awoke the bell had already rung and I was the last student in the classroom. I am surprised that I hadn't heard the shuffling and movement of the other students as they left for class, but perhaps others understood. Mr. Lindy's class was boring as fuck. That's when I saw Mr. Lindy stood right in front of my desk with his arms crossed. As my eyes met his, I could feel the death stare penetrate my soul. I didn't mean to fall asleep but my sleep has been shit as of late. Nice of you to finally rejoin us in the real world! I'm sure you have a very good reason to just tap out like this in the middle of my class. He uncrossed his arms and pulled up a chair from a nearby desk and sat down at my level. This is not the first time I have caught you dozing off in my class, are you not getting enough sleep at home? It was true though, I hadn't been paying much attention in his class and my grades were a reflection of this lately. I knew I was struggling, but I felt like there was so much going on in my young life that I allowed these distractions to take control. If there is something really a bother to you, we have resources at the school here for you to talk to someone. I'm even here if you need an ear. Mr. Lindy's instruction might be a snoozefest, but one thing that he doesn't lack in is empathy. He honestly cares about the well-being of his students and has demonstrated a caring nature if a student began struggling in his class. He doesn't like to fail students, but that's not to say he overlooks slip-ups. When Megan lost her grandma, whom she was really close with, Mr Lindy had made a point of allowing her time to grieve and knew that this loss took a toll on her ability to focus. Megan had taken some time off from school and Mr. Lindy made a point of not coming down on her, but rather gave her make up work for anything that she may have missed in class. Mr. Lindy certainly did have caring nature for the mental and emotional struggles of his students. So when I looked up into his striking blue eyes, I felt my throat dry up and knew that my issues weren't even similar to Megan's. Mine were my own personal struggles. Mr. Lindy is about in his mid 30s, and certainly knows his subject matter. He looks like someone who definitely takes care of himself and it was then that I started noticing his features. His squared jaw line, and subtle five o'clock shadow gave him the air of life-sized Ken doll. He is a very handsome man and always wore fitted chinos and coloured dress shirts. He was very popular among the girls in school, and even some of the guys. I'm pretty sure people took his class just to stare at him for the entire class, learning absolutely nothing in the process. As Mr. Lindy sat facing me, his last question completely escaped my mind and I stared blankly at him. Uncomfortably staring at him, as I started taking him in. Earth to Lucas! I snapped out of my blank gaze Sorry Mr. Lindy, what did you ask? Is everything okay with you outside of class? I took a moment to see how I could word what I wanted to say. As I readied myself to tell Mr. Lindy what has gotten me all distracted, a blaring alarm sounded and filled the still air. The fire alarm had been tripped and we both sprung to our feet. The loud shuffling of feet outside the classroom depicted the chaos in the hallway. A distant voice, which was determined to be the principal, Mrs. Smythe could be heard directing students to the nearest exit down the hall. As we made our way towards the classroom door there was a large explosion from across the way. We both stopped as a bright flash came from the doorway and could see the flames escaping the doorway on the other side of the hall. Mr. Lindy quickly slammed our classroom door closed, to help slow the smoke from filtering in. He quickly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the window. The faint sound of sirens could be heard through the glass windows letting us know the fire trucks were approaching hurriedly. We need to get out of here!! He exclaimed as he grabbed a metal chair and threw it against the window shattering glass outwards. The roar of the fire was ever growing just outside the classroom and being on the first floor, we broke away the sharp pieces of glass left in the window pane before escaping through it. Luke!!! I recognized that voice. It was the burly yet worried voice of my stepdad, a police officer with the local detachment. I scanned the crowd of people and saw this hulking guy sprinting towards me in full uniform. His muscular arms wrapped around me and he pulled me in. I couldn't help but return the gesture. Though it seemed like a frightening experience, I was pretty calm. You alright son?!? He asked with much concern Yes I am okay,dad....... Mr. Lindy... Nate - I heard Mr. Lindy say almost immediately. Mr. Li-,my dad paused to correct himself Nate........ thank you so much for being there with Luke and helping to get him out. I am glad to see you are also alright. The two of them locked eyes and smiled. My dad reached out a hand and Nate took it in his returning the offered handshake. Their motion stopped but their hands lingered a second of two more connected. Erhm, if you'll both excuse me.... Dad paused..... I need to check in with my team Both of us nodded in agreement and dad walked away to do just that. Lucas.... Luke! I corrected him I'm sorry, Luke.....are you sure you are okay, that all happened kind of fast. I took a moment and reassessed the situation, but I felt fine and was so glad that no one was seriously hurt. Yes, I'm okay sir......I'm sorry for nodding off... Mr. Lindy waved me off Listen Luke, math isn't for everyone and I know you are a very smart kid. Perhaps you are not being challenged enough in my class. Oh it's not that it's not challenging.... I answered back..... in fact, I find it challenging enough. I am having a hard time understanding at all. Mr. Lindy looked at me with slight concern Why didn't you just come talk to me about why you are struggling? You know I'm not a mind reader. Just as I was about to answer, we both hard the hardened footsteps approach us and soon enough my dad was at our side. Sorry about that gentlemen......Luke I can take you home, the team has the situation covered. Nate do you have a ride? Nate looked right at my dad and smiled, nodding in response Yes, I have my car here but I very much appreciate your offer. Well, Nate.....if you need anything, please let me know Dad handed Nate a business card with his cell number on it. You saved my boy and I don't think I can ever repay you for that, but I want to try. Nate took the business card and slipped it into his wallet. They shook hands again and Mr. Lindy's eyes shot down to me Hey Luke, we can discuss further about our conversation We saw each other off. As dad and I started walking towards his cruiser, I glanced behind us to see Mr Lindy's perfectly shaped frame walk away. What did Nate want to talk to you about? Dad's voice snapped me back out of my gaze and my eyes turned back ahead Nothing important - I responded I was certain that dad wasn't believing my quick reply and I waited for a follow up. You know if something is bothering you, you can tell me He unlocked the doors to the car and I climbed into the passenger seat. The ride home started quietly. Dad took the longer way home, around the adjacent neighbourhood to ours. We didn't live far from the school, but this route added another 20 minutes to our drive home. It was a nice drive past well maintained lawns and through mountain side roads that brought us up overlooking the town further down the valley. Nate seems like a nice guy.....how are you enjoying his class? I guess now they will need to do some kind of remote classroom thing..... Yea, he's nice...... my voice trailed off What did he want to talk to you about, Lucas? Uh oh! When he addressed me as Lucas, I knew he wasn't beating around the bush. This was his way of telling me that I had better come clean for he will not let it up. I knew not to try and avoid the topic. I've been struggling in his class and.... Why haven't you told me this before? I want to make sure you are succeeding in school. You shouldn't have to struggle alone. Dad placed a hand on my thigh and looked towards me, momentarily so as not to distract from driving. I looked his way and I could see his eyes told a worried story, yet I didn't want him to take on any of this issue. His hand kneaded my thigh and little and the comfort of his hand felt nice. Too nice! I felt a stirring in my pants and knew that if I boned in front of him, he would notice. I had to distract from the moment. My mind rallied back to watching Mr. Lindy walking away.... Ok Whoa that was not helping.......think unsexy thoughts. I made an adjustment in my seat and dad removed his hand, but not before it grazed my now semi hard dick through my shorts. Not sure if he felt it, but I can't imagine why he wouldn't have. Dad's gaze returned forward and he continued towards home. The silence in the car for the next few minutes was unnerving. I glanced over at my dad who was concentrating on the road. His fit uniform hugged his body in the perfect way. My eyes followed down his torso to his belt and.... And....his free hand gently placed over his crotch. His hand was lightly squeezing his dick through his trousers. I had never seen him naked before but the package contained within looked big. Very big. Before he could catch me looking at his bulge, I acted as though I saw nothing and looked out my window at the passing scenery. Every large....hard....trunked....tree. Now, I was hard as a rock. As we pulled into the driveway, dad parked the cruiser inside the garage and closed the door. We sat there in silence a moment. I turned my head toward dad and saw him staring back at me, his hand still caressing his bulge. His eyes travelled down my body and stopped at my now piercing rod in my shorts. Unconsciously, my hand covered my hard-on and starting rubbing it through my shorts. Dad licked his lips and let out a soft moan. His eyes trailed back up to mine and I could tell his hand increased its massage. He reclined his seat slightly and made himself more comfortable. His other hand lowered toward his crotch and he began unzipping his zipper all while still looking at me. My hand began gripping my cock through my shorts stroking it with more conviction. Dad reached in and allowed his brief covered head to poke out the opening. The fabric of his underwear showed signs of leakage. He thumbed the tip of his dick and it sent another thick flood of precum through the fabric. He brought his thumb up to his lips and licked the precum off his thumb. My eyes were glued to his actions. My eyes then darted back down to look at the protruding member sticking out of his uniform pants. He looked down at his cock and pulled the band of his underwear over his dickhead freeing it. His thick cock stood right at attention. My hand had been stroking my dick so much that my shorts were soaked in precum. It began bubbling through the fabric creating a white puddle. My dad undid his seat belt and moved his hand over to my dick without hesitation. The sensation of his hand now gripping my shorts covered dick sent me into euphoria. His strong hand then slid under my shorts and grabbed my cock full on. I reclined my seat as well at this time. He then tried to pull my shorts down further and so I lifted my butt off the seat and used my hands to uncover my cock. Dad readjusted in his seat and in one swift motion he leaned forward and brought his face to the tip of my leaking member. He flicked his tongue a few times over the tip before he took it into his mouth. He began to slowly go deeper and deeper down the shaft using his tongue to cover all sides of my dick. I felt my dick swell and release a glob of precum, to which he lapped up and swallowed with a satisfied moan. The slick sound of him sucking me off was getting me closer to the brink of no return. His head increased in speed and he was clearly enjoying the feeling of my dick filling his mouth. My breathing was increasing and I placed a hand on the back of his head. He continued to stroke his dick as he sucked me off vigorously. I'm....going to cum soon He let out a moan to let me know that he wasn't going to let up. He realised my dick from his mouth for just a second Shoot it son He returned my cock to his mouth to work me to my climax. The sound got louder and my dick got even more slick. The amount of precum that escaped my dickhead began to dribble out his mouth and onto my thigh. Oh shit.....dad........I'm ..... I couldn't even get the words out before I felt the first rope of semen shoot right into the back of his mouth, followed by what felt like a flood of sperm. Dad kept his mouth on my dick and continued to bob up and down taking in the flood of cum filling his mouth. As my dick started to settle down, he slowed his pace and started to release my dick. He lapped up the last dribble of semen leaking from my dick before completely releasing me from his mouth. He sat back up in his seat facing front. His lips cleaning up and remnants of my cum on his lips. FFFFUUUCCCCCKKKKKK that......was...... he exclaimed What just happened, I thought to myself.....how?.......whaaaaaa.... Just then I saw his hand start to increase its motion around his cock. Without hesitation I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh right next to his raging hardon. His hand released his cock and was replaced by mine. His girth was impressive and what a perfect cock it was. I undid my seat belt and wanted to return the favour. I leaned down and mimicked what he had done to me....lapping up the precum on the tip of his dick. It was sticky but oh so sweet. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick and sucked it getting what was sitting in his piss slit. I started to go down his shaft but only to a certain point and he was incredibly thick. His hand fell to the back of my head. I began to bob up and down and could feel his dick flood my mouth with heaps of precum. The slick sensation was making me hard again. I bobbed up and down, faster and faster, taking his length in more and more. FFFUUUCCCKKKK that feels amazing Luke I kept up the pace and could tell that it wouldn't be long before I was rewarded with a thick pool of sperm in my mouth. His breathing got more intense and he pulled my head off his dick. I kept my head at his dick level, and he placed just over his lower abdomen. I want to see it shoot in your mouth son Not protesting in the least, I tilted my head to the side and kept my mouth agape. He took his hand and began stroking it faster and faster. I could hear the slickness increase and his dick got thicker. The piss slit aimed right for my mouth. Im gunna cum boy..... I opened my mouth wider and watched as his hand stroked the few last times before a giant rope of sperm shot out of his dick and into my awaiting mouth. His cum was thick and hit my tongue with a splat before being followed up by more ropes of sweet nectar. Oh.....yeah..........take that cum..... His dick shot at least 8 times and each shot was as thick as the previous one. It had been a while. As the last spurt shot into my mouth, his entire load was so thick, I couldn't speak. I dare not let it drop from my mouth, so I closed my lips and held his cum in my mouth savouring the flavour. I swallowed the contents fully and felt my dad's hand let go of my head. He slumped back in his seat still breathing hard. I licked traces of his cum from his dick before I brought myself back up to an upright position in my seat. I licked the remnants as well from my lips and we both sat facing front looking at the garage wall together. As we sat there dad placed his dick back into his uniform and zipped up his pants. His hand fell over his bulge, giving it a few more massages, before he brought his hands to the steering wheel. In silence we sat there for a few minutes. I heard him clear his throat as though he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. I sat there still staring forward not looking his direction. It began to feel awkward in the car. I wanted to get out. I went to reach for the handle.... We can't let that ever happen again - I heard With that he stepped out of the car and walked into the house. Was he mad at me?