Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:58:17 -0500 From: Leon Hall Subject: The making of a cock whore chp 3 The making of a cock whore Chapter 3 Meet Mr. Weaver By: Wish Master Disclaimer: this story is intended for people of legal age living in a principality which allows such material. If you are offended by stories involving incest, this story is not for you. If you live in a principality were such material is illegal, this story is not for you. As it always does, Monday arrived. I woke up, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Daddy made his typical breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast and juice. After an entire weekend of playing with daddy, I was still a little tired. So I don't guess I need tell you I was a little slow getting started. I finished breakfast, grabbed my books and headed out the front door. The school bus stops was couple doors from my house which makes it very convenient. The school is not really that far away, I mean, I have walked it on mornings that I missed the bus. When they arrived at the bus stop, Tony and his brother, Michael, was already there. They are the claims that lived on the street. And they are a couple years old that I am, which would make them about 8 years old. Connie, a cute little girl, was also waiting for the bus. Connie is a lot older than I am. She will be starting middle school next year. I will only be starting 3rd grade. I saw Tony and his brother. Tony and Michael are your typical Italian troublemakers. I don't mean that they are bullies just that they're always getting into trouble. I hang out with them sometimes, even though daddy doesn't want me to. The bus arrives, the double doors opened. We are the last stop before you get to school so as you can expect, it was not that easy to find a seat. Most of boys are jousting around and the girls whispering and giggling together. About 10 min. later we arrived at school. It looked like Mr. Randle was taking his turn supervising the kids getting off the bus. I immediately ran towards the playground in hopes I could get a few minutes of play in before I have to go to class. But, sooner than I wanted, the bell rang and I headed for my classroom. Not long after I sat down on my desk I discovered I had to go to the bathroom. I really didn't want to raise my hand and asked Mr. Randle for a hall pass. I guess you do if you have to do. "What do you need Shane?" "I have to go to the bathroom." "Why didn't you go before you got to class?" "I don't know. I just know I have to go." "Okay, come up and get a pass." After getting the pass I ran out of the classroom, down the hall to the bathroom. As I walked in I saw Mr. Weaver, the principal, stepping up to the urinal. I ran over and stood next to him. I didn't know why he was in that bathroom; after all, the teachers have their own. Anyway, I stood next to him and remove my cock and began to piss. I looked over and saw Mr. Randle's cock. I gasp as I saw how big it was. I mean, my daddy has a big one. But Mr. Weaver's is huge. "Why are you using the student's bathroom, Mr. Weaver? I thought the teachers had their own." "Well, I had to go really bad. The teacher's bathroom is so far away from here." He stood in front of the urinal with his cock in his left hand while he was staring at the ceiling. All I found myself standing there staring at that huge cock. It was as though I did not care if he saw me looking. He was holding his cock in his left hand and I was standing on his right side. I had a clear view. I saw him looked down at me and I knew he noticed I was staring at him. I expected him to be mad. Instead, he stepped back away from the urinal and little bit and turned slightly to the right. Now I can see the entire cock. I noticed his balls were also out in front of his zipper. "Shane, are you staring at my cock?" I thought I was going to die. "Yes sir, I guess I am. My daddy has a big cock but yours is even bigger." I noticed the flow of piss had stopped. But instead of turning around and leaving, he stood there moving his cock up and down, he looked down at me and smiled. "You have a pretty nice cock yourself. I mean, for a boys your age. Do you want to see mine up close?" I moved my head up and down indicating I did. He stepped away from the urinal but kept his cock exposed. He walked over to one of the bathroom stalls and stepped inside. It was obvious he wanted me to follow him. I walked over and slowly pushed the stall door open. I saw Mr. Weaver stepping out of his trousers. Now he was naked from the waist down. He was stroking his cock as it began growing. He reached out for my hand which I gave him. He gently pulled me towards him. "Gee Mr. Weaver that is really a big cock." I just stood there staring. Now that I was standing close enough that I could trust lean my head forward and kisses cock. By now mine was so stiff it almost hurt. He could tell I was uncomfortable. "Go ahead, stepped out of those pants. Let me see that boy cock." I did as he instructed. I was standing in front of him just as naked from the waist down as he was. He reached out and once again took my hand. He pulled me close to him and place it on top his cock. Instinctively, I closed my fingers around it. It was too big for my hand to fit around. I could see clear liquid coming out of the top. It was the same stuff I saw coming out of daddy's cock. "I saw the same kind of stuff dripping out of my daddy's cock. There is a lot more, coming out of yours." He sighed as I put my other hand on his cock. I squeezed and the clear stuff began to drip down his shaft. Without even thinking about it, I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. I began sucking in on the clear liquid. It looked like his knees were buckling and he quietly mowned. "When you said you saw the same stuff coming out of your daddy's cock, you mean you were standing that close to it?" "Oh yes. He taught me how to put it in my mouth. Then he pulled my head towards him and his cock went down my throat. It wasn't easy the first couple times. I gagged a little. But daddy helped me until I could get it all the way down my throat without choking." I kept licking the clear liquid as it continued to flow out of the tip of his cock. "Is that right? Would you like to show me how you did it?" There was almost a quiver in his voice. "Sure, I can." With both hands wrapped around his cock I moved in and put my mouth over the head. I thought it was hard to get daddy's cock in mouth. Mr. Weaver's was even harder. He leaned back against the wall and began to breathe heavy. I reached out and took both of his hands. I put one on each side of my head and motioned to him that he was supposed to bring my head closer. He slowly pulled me closer, causing more of his cock to go in my mouth. It felt like my eyes were rolling back in my head. I started to relax my throat. Daddy taught me how to do that. His fat cock head past the entrance of my throat and continued deeper. Once again he gasps. I pushed forward as he pulled my head. His entire cock went down my throat. I could feel his balls against my chin. His breathing seems to get faster and faster. He took his hands off of my head. I continued to take his cock down my throat and back down again. It got easier each time I swallowed his cock. "Oh God, Shane, You are really good at that. It looks like your daddy taught well. It looks like you really like sucking on cock." Not removing his cock from my mouth, I moved my head up and down indicating yes. I could feel his cock getting harder. It began to swell in my throat. He reached out taking my head and ramming his meat all the way down my throat. Then it began. Squirt after squirt, load after load. His cum started to shoot down my throat. I pulled his cock out to where the head was in my mouth. I couldn't taste it when it just went down my throat. My mouth began to fill with is man juice. I gulped and gulped, not losing a drop. Then, his pulsating dick stopped twitching. I felt the cum stopped flowing. I knew what I was supposed to do without him telling me. Daddy taught me. I began to clean his cock with my mouth and tongue. He was breathing so fast and hard I thought there was something wrong. He slowly removed his cock from my mouth. He looked down at me and smiled and reached down and started putting his pants back on. Soon that beautiful cock disappeared inside his pants. He moved the zipper up. I reached down and got my pants. I put one foot and then another through the legs. I hoisted them up and snapped them shut. I stepped back. Mr. Weaver bent over and picked me up. He put his mouth on mine. I knew he was going to put his tongue my mouth so I separated my teeth. He pushed tongue pasted my teeth into my mouth. He could taste his own cum. He moaned as I sucked on his tongue. Then he removed his tongue and put me down. "This has really got to be our secret, Shane. If anybody finds out you are going to be in big trouble. And I don't want you to get into trouble. OK?" "OK Mr. Weaver. Did I make you feel good?" I said as smiled up at him. "Oh yes, Shane. I really liked that." He opened the stall door and stepped out. He stopped and turned toward me. "You wait here. Count to sixty before going back to your class." I just shook my head letting him know I understood. As he left the stall he pulled the door closed. It wasn't long before I heard the bathroom door open and close. I counted to sixty. I left the bathroom and went back to class. I sat at my desk. I could still taste Mr. Weaver's cum. I knew I wanted to taste it again.