Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 13:42:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: 3Q <threequeue@yahoo.com>
Subject: After School Special 4

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    After School Special - Chapter 4    (mt, ws, drug use)


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    When we got to Allen's house out in the country, it was in a nice
subdivision. The houses were about 50 yards apart, so there was privacy
but still a feeling of a neighborhood. We pulled in to the driveway
behind an old Audi.
    "Good, my mom's here," Allen said.
    We got out of the car and went inside.
    In his house, the decor was very natural and earthy. There was even
some macrame art on the walls. When his mother came around the corner
into the living room, she confirmed my guess. She was a happy old hippy.
She work flowing flowered gauze, had long curly blond hair and a smile
that just lit you on fire.
    "Mom, this is Mr. Davis."
    "You can call me Hank," I said, and shook her hand.
    "I'm Diane. It's good to meet you, Hank. I never heard much about
Allen's classes, but I heard about you. You must be a very special
teacher."
My mind started to wonder. Was there innuendo in her words?
    "Well, sit down," she offered.
    Allen and I sat on the couch while she sat next to us in a platform
rocker covered with a quilt. Allen sat close. She was close to me, too. I
started to feel that this family was very intimate.
    "Hank and I hung out at his house last night, and we had a great
time, Mom. He's got a great house that's up..."
    I lost track of what Allen was saying. I had glanced down to the
coffee table, and that's when I noticed. In the old fashioned cut glass
candy dish there on the table, there was a nice little stack of...joints.
Allen's mother had joints pre-rolled and laid out on the table.
    "Go ahead, Hank," his mother interrupted my thoughts. "Go ahead and
have one," she said. She reached under the table and pulled out a lighter
and offered it to me.
    I looked at her, and I looked at Allen. It took me a second.
    "Do you guys want some hibiscus tea," his mother asked as she got up.
    "Sure, Mom," Allen answered. And then Allen picked up a joint and the
lighter. He held it to his lips and lit it up. He took a drag and passed
it to me. I came out of my stupor and took the joint from him. I took a
good drag. I was going to need this.
    As I held the smoke in my lungs, Allen looked up to his mother who
was walking in with the tea. He took our glasses and set them on the
table, wiped his damp fingers on my shoulder and took the joint.
    Allen took a drag and the leaned across me, laying his body across
and against mine in full contact. As he reached from my right towards his
mother on my left with the joint in his right hand, his other hand
planted right in my lap and he gave it a squeeze. This was a different
house than I had grown up in, that was for sure.
    His mother took the joint and took a good, gentle, long drag on it.
She closed her eyes, held her breath and held out the joint to me. I took
it and just sat for a moment, looking back and forth to mother and son.
They both sat, with their eyes closed, smiling. Then when I looked at
Allen again he opened his eyes and blew a kiss to me.
    The pot hadn't even hit me yet and this place was blowing my mind. I
took my drag.
    His mother released her hit, and opened her eyes. She look at me,
still smiling. Then she spoke. "So how long have you two been in love?"
    I started to cough, to let out the smoke, and coughed some more. This
woman had just seen right through us. And in about 60 seconds.
    "I loved him the first time I saw him, Mom," Allen answered. "I
walked into his class, and he had some music playing, Led Zeppelin, I
think. He looked up from his desk and smiled, and I think my heart
actually stopped for a second."
    They both smiled and Allen took the joint from me.
    As he took a hit, his mother said, "it's easy to tell that you love
each other. And how about you, Hank? When did you first start to love my
son?"
    I paused for a moment. I hadn't thought about the exact moment. It
was sometime after he appeared in my class. I guess I noticed him right
away, but we didn't speak until after that first class.
    "I guess it was that first day, too. I'm always nervous the first day
of classes trying to get everything done. Trying to make that first
impression, you know, strict but nice? Then after class, Allen walked up
to my desk to ask me about supplies. I thought it was a bit strange,
since I had just gone over it, but he wasn't really asking that. He
leaned onto my desk with both hands, getting close to me. I smelled his
beautiful sweet smell, his breath like mint tea, his warm body like..." I
thought for a second, "wow, I just realized. His smell was like boy and
marijuana mixed together in a sweet, bright smell that warmed my skin."
    I had closed my eyes sometime when I was talking. I guess this was
good stuff we were smoking. Between my memory and the herb, I was
completely transported for a moment.
    "Then when he spoke," I continued, "it was like a gentle warm voice
that somehow seemed familiar. He had me then."
    I turned to Allen and smiled, and then he leaned forward, took my
head in his hand, and kissed me. I started to pull back for a second, the
last of my inhibitions then fell away, and I returned his kiss.
    "Well, I'm very happy for you both," she said.
    We sat and chatted for a bit longer, sipping the incredible tea,
smoking the finest herb (which she mentioned was Hawaiian, that's why it
was so sweet). She told me a little bit about her life, Berkley, Peace
Corps, a commune, all the classic sixties life experiences, except she
was only in her thirties. She had followed her parents' footsteps.
    Allen's father had been one of the men at the commune, which his
parents had founded. Though they were never sure if it was Forest or
Water, both twin brothers who Diane had loved equally. She considered
them both to be his father.
    They had died when the government had raided the compound in the
eighties. Part of the elder Bush's war on drugs. The DEA and local
authorities had gotten a tip the commune was growing marijuana, which
turned out to be false. They had stopped growing back in the seventies,
but some of the neighbors still held their grudges against the happy,
free people who lived there. The authorities had decided to come crashing
in with a bull dozer. They smashed into the gates when the whole group
was meditating in the early morning. When they knocked down the gates,
Forest and Water had been sitting right near them, the big wooden gates
crashed down on their heads, killing them when the dozer ran on top of
the wood and crushed them.
    Allen still had a big extended family in this area, all people who
had lived at the commune and had moved away, a large contingent of whom
had settled around Littlefield.
    "I'm so happy that Allen and I have had such a nice life here. I'm
very happy that he's found someone so special, too," his mother said.
    We sat for a few moments, sipping and dragging. Then his mother stood
up.
    "I have to get moving now," she said. "I promised Aaron that I would
stop by this afternoon. Our neighbors are great here, Hank."
    She reached out and took my hand, "it's great to have met you, Hank.
You guys relax and I'll see you later."
    She walked from the room, and Allen and I sort of slumped together on
the sofa. We leaned against each other, relaxed and happy, for a while.
We heard the door closed, and cuddled some more.
    After a few minutes, Allen turned towards me, "I'd like to pack up
some stuff to take back to your place Hank," he said. "I'd like to stay
for a while."
    "Allen, I'd like you to do more than that."
"What do you mean, Hank," he asked.
    "I'd like you to move in, Allen. I want you to stay."
    I couldn't believe that it was happening so fast, but it felt so
right.
    "Let's pack some things up then, come on," Allen replied and he
started to get up. I pulled him back down to the sofa, and took his head
in my hands. I kissed him. I kissed and took his lips between mine, one
at a time. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted his hibiscus
teeth and tongue. We kissed for a few minutes and then looked at each
other.
    "Show me your bedroom," I said to Allen with a smirk on my face.
    "Mr. Davis, I want to show you my room," Allen replied with a bigger
smirk.
    He got up and took my hand. He led me down a hallyway and down a few
stairs to another level of the house. He led me into his bedroom which
was huge and in a part of the house by itself. He had a big room, a big
closet, and his own full bath. He led me in, and pulled me suddenly fast,
throwing me onto his bed which was covered with a big tie-dyed bedspread,
that was messed up, and covered with some clothes. When I landed on the
bed, I smelled him. It was the essence of Allen. It was like being
surrounded by him and it was wonderful.
    Allen fell on top of me. And right away he started to kiss me
passionately. His mouth crushed onto mine and he sucked and licked and
tongued my mouth with a vigorous passion. His hands were all over me,
rubbing me, grabbing me, pulling me towards him. He broke our kiss for s
second.
    "Mr. Davis, you don't know how many time I laid on this very bed and
dreamed about you. Stroking my cock and rubbing my hand over my body,
wishing it was you, dreaming of you touching me, and fantasizing about
you here with me, naked and feeding me your cock."
    He fell onto me again, and I returned his passion. We started to rub
each other through our clothes, everywhere. His hands grasped my biceps,
my shoulders, then slid down my chest and around my sides. I took a hold
of this boy, and firmly rubbed his back, sliding my hands down to his
ass, and sliding them inside the back of his shorts to feel his firm,
smooth ass.
    Then I took a step to fulfill Allen's fantasy. I sat up just a bit,
holding him tightly and rolled over. I was on top of him and I pushed
myself up a bit, breaking our kiss. I looked down and smiled as my hand
slid, slowly down his chest and stomach to his crotch. I took a hold of
his hard cock through his shorts, and grasped it firmly, pulsing my grip
on his hard boy cock. Then I moved up and unbuttoned those shorts, and
pulled down his fly. I reached inside and got a hold of his cock
directly, and pulled it up and over his shorts. I stroked it a couple of
times and then let go.
    I raised up on my knees and started to walk on my knees up along his
body. I looked down at him and smiled. I walked up to his chest and
looked down at him. Slowly I took my shirt in hand, and pulled it up over
my body. I pulled it up slowly over my head, and then off and tossed it
over on his floor. I looked down at him and smiled again. His eyes were
half closed and filled with lust and desire. I reached down and leaned a
bit closer and pulled his head up off of the bed and pulled his face into
my stomach, rubbing his face across the fuzz of my belly.
    Then I let his head back down, and reach down to my own shorts. I
didn't unbutton them, just unzipped them, and reach in to haul my cock
out. I moved up just a bit more and leaned forward to rub my hard cock on
Allen's face. He moaned and swiped his tongue out as my cock passed over
his lips. I slapped his face a bit with my cock, and he moaned.
    He said, "Oh, Mr. Davis, please let me lick your cock, Please, Mr.
Davis."
    I dipped the head of it in his mouth, and let him suck on just the
head. I swirled it around his mouth and dipped it in and out a few more
times.
    I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down to my knees. Then I
raised up on on my arms and toes, and Allen slid my shorts down to my
ankles so I could kick them off.
    I moved up until I was kneeling over his head with a knee at each
ear. I reached a pillow, and slid it under Allen's head. I swabbed my
hard cock back and forth across Allen's face with my hand.
    "Feed it to me, Mr. Davis. Please let me suck your cock. Please, Mr.
Davis."
    "You want it boy? You want my big hard dick in your mouth?
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Davis, please let me suck your big, hard cock."
    I fed it into his mouth, fucking it in and out, as I slid it further
in, little by little. I leaned forward and placed a hand on the wall
above Allen's head. I started to fuck his face. He moaned loudly each
time I shoved it in, as it slid down his throat. The vibration made me
soaring over the edge. I started grunting with each thrust. My pace
increased, and with just a couple of dozen more strokes, I cried out, and
came. I came hard, and jammed my cock far down Allen's throat. He grunted
and moaned. He gasped for air, and yet I could see a smile on his face.
    I slowly drew my cock out of his mouth, and sat back on my heels. My
ass was resting lightly on Allen's chest. We were both breathing hard,
and smiling at each other. I stroked Allen's face with my hand, and he
rubbed his hands on my thighs.
    We looked at each other with smiles, then Allen closed his eyes and
breathed in deeply. His smile turned mischevious.
    He breathed in again and said, "God, Mr. Davis you smell so hot. The
sweat and heat of your balls and crotch are making my mouth water."
    Then he slid his hands along my thighs again, and continued around to
my ass cheeks. He pushed on my cheeks and forced me to move forward. I
lifted up off of his chest and he pushed me firmly forward. I moved my
knees up and moved my crotch forward along his face. My balls danced over
his nose and his toungue snaked out and through my skin and hair. Allen
reached up and pulled the pillow out from under his head, and pushed me
up some more. Now my hole was resting on his mouth. He started snorting,
and licking, and lapping at my hole. He started to swab it with his
tongue, and poke his tongue at my hole. He licked and lapped, and
continued to breathe in deep breaths.
    I could feel him moving his arm, and looked over my shoulder to see
him pounding away at his hot bone. The slapping of his arm on abdomen was
loud. It was increasing in tempo, and Allen's snorting and heavy
breathing turned to moans again. With a couple of more grunts, he came.
He shot high and hard, splattering my back. I felt the loads splash
against my back and start to run down my spine. The splashes ran down my
crack, and then I could feel my hole and Allen's tongue get wetter.
Allen's fresh hot cum had run down my back and along my crack to meet his
lashing tongue that was tasting and stabbing at my hole. I heard Allen
suck and take in his own cum. He licked and swabbed and suck his cum into
his mouth, cleaning it all off of my hole and licking up my crack to
catch the rest of it.
    Allen continued to clean out my crack for a while, licking and
sucking. After a bit more, I started to move back until I could swing
around and lay next to him.
    "You are such a sweet boy, Allen, sex with you is incredible," I
said.
    "Hank, not only are you more than any of my dreams, but it is so
great making you happy. I just love it."
    We lazed on the bed for a while. Then we decided to get up and get
packing. Allen was going to stay with me "for a while," so we were
getting his essentials which consisted of two other fashionably raggedy
shorts, his two pairs of boxers, a handful of t-shirts, a laptop, and a
very special looking red cedar box (big enough to hold an average sized
cigar box). I was sitting on his bed (with my clothes back on) watching
him pack, and looking at a drawer of pictures next to his bed. It seemed
to be a mix of old pictures from his parents' youth, and pictures from
Allen's own past (all 17 years of it). What was noticeable was the number
of pictures where Allen was virtually indistinguishable from his father.
His history was his past and his fathers past and his own future, all
jumbled together in the drawer.
    Something appropriately chill was playing on Allen's stereo when we
heard it. It was a sound not unlike the sounds that Allen had made, but
something was just a bit different. It was, something that was like
Allen's own adolescent voice, but different, it was, higher. Higher as
in, younger. It was clearly the sound of a teenager in heat with the
muffled tones of an adult grunting in the background.
    In my slightly baked state, I just started down the hall towards the
sound without thinking about the fact the I was exploring someone else's
home. But then I came to the door that the sound was coming from, and I
looked inside. I just turned my head towards the noise, and I saw, a
young man, fucking a clearly younger boy.
    I stood and watched for just a minute when I felt Allen come up
beside me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and we both watched for a
minute. It was a good fucking. The 20ish guy was fucking the younger guy
hard. And they were both enjoying it.
    Allen said, "Gary? Is that you, Gary?"
    The older guy who was doing the fucking turned towards the door then
said, "Allen? You're home?"
    "Yeah, dude, and just a little surprised."
    "Well, this little horndog was begging for a fuck, and I couldn't do
it in his house, he's too noisy."
    Allen turned to Hank and started to explain. "Well, Gary is the guy
who first helped me start blackmailing my customers. It was his deal when
he was at LHS, and he actually groomed me to take it over my freshman
year. He lives on the other side of the ravine out back, and apparently
Tommy here, whose parents, the Evanses, my mother went to dinner with,
needs a fuck, but doesn't want to have his aunt who's babysitting
overhear. So I guess our guest bed is safe territory, eh?"
    Allen started to turn towards them and Gary said, "I talked to your
Mom about my little bunny here, who was humping me on the couch next to
my parents, and how I could spend time with him. She suggested the guest
bedroom."
    We looked at Gary and Tommy, and then Gary said, "do you guys mind
if we finish and then talk to you?"
    "Not at all," Allen replied, " do you mind if we watch?"
    "Tommy?" Gary looked at him to get his permission.
    "I don't care, just please let him fuck me, please!"
    "Go, man, go," Hank encouraged.
    With that, Gary started to fuck Tommy again. He started pulling what
must have been a really long dick in and out of Tommy's ass. He rapidly
picked up the pace, and the front of Gary's thighs started slapping
Tommy's ass cheeks loudly.
    "Yes, Gary, oh, oh yes," Tommy grunted, "fuck me hard, please!"
    Gary drove it home so hard that Tommy was moving on the bed, and the
entire bed was shaking too. Then Gary screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhh!" And with
that he stopped with his big cock buried to the hilt in little Tommy's
ass.
    "Oh, oh, ayeeee," Tommy screamed, sounding like a girl. Then his
dick started to shoot, and the first squirt landed on his face, a big
shot, the another and another. Something like ten hard, full shots hit
Tommy in his face, from his own cock.
    They were both breathing very hard, and looking vary satisfied, both
with their heads thrown back. Then Gary leaned down and started to lick
Tommy clean. Their faces mashed together as Gary licked up Tommy's cum,
swallowed some and gave the rest to Tommy on his tongue.
    "That was awesome Tommy," Allen said.




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