Date: Tue, 1 May 2018 02:48:54 -0500 From: Brandon M Subject: Locker Room Surprise, Part 2 Locker Room Surprise, Part 2 The next day when the eighth grade boys were changing for gym, Dylan caught my eye, lowered his red briefs enough for me to see his mini dab of pubic hair, and winked. I knew that in about an hour, I'd be naked in my office, awaiting his commands. It was wrong and I knew it was wrong, but the cute little blackmailer literally had me by the short hairs. He could have whatever he wanted, and I was okay with that. We were still in the basketball unit, so a half hour or so of basketball later, we were back in the locker room. I reminded the boys that showers require soap and let them get to it. As always, I was scoping them out, noticing who looked to finally be growing their precious pubic hair and who looked like maybe testicles were beginning their descent, and I kept an eye on Dylan. He was a little body shy around the other boys, I noticed, and tucked that piece of information away for future use. Once the bell rang and the locker room was empty, Dylan didn't waste time. There was no pretense as there was the day before. He locked the door, came to my office, and said, "Time to get naked, Mr. Bennett." I took off my shoes and socks and my shirt and stopped. "You're not taking anything off," I said. "I will. Once you're naked." I finished the job, gathered up my clothes, and placed them on my desk. My cellphone, which was on my desk, I arranged in a way that he couldn't see, but so that my camera was trained on him. If he was going to blackmail me, I was at least going to get some pictures to remember him by. "There," I said, presenting my naked body to him. "Good enough?" He giggled. I loved that giggle. "You can't get more naked than that. But you need a boner. Work on it." It was obvious there was an erection in his jeans, so I decided to let my camera get busy. "I need inspiration," I said. "Perhaps if there was a naked boy in the room..." Dylan took the hint and soon he was as naked as I was, his small erection obvious and proud. "You like me naked, Mr. Bennett?" "Yes, I do." "Show me. Jack yours some, but don't sperm." I jerked, slowly, for a minute or two, until the boy said stop. "Mr. Bennett, do you like me?" "Yes, Dylan. I do." "Then you have to prove it." "How?" Dylan grabbed his erection. "By kissing my dick, and sucking on it." I moved over toward my desk and, without him noticing, shut my camera off. "I'll do whatever you want," I said. "But you have to answer my questions honestly. Deal?" "Tattoo," he said, reminding me of the hold he had over me. "Just questions, Dylan." "Fine. You can ask me two questions every day." "Fair enough. Have you ever had your dick sucked before?" The boy looked away. "Yes." "Second question. By a man?" He didn't resume eye contact. "No." "Okay. Just curious. Do you want me to make you cum by using my mouth?" Dylan's face lit up. "A blow job! Sure. Just don't expect me to give you one." Truth be told, even if he wasn't a little blackmailer, it wouldn't have mattered. I'd love him to give me one, of course. I'm not stupid. I would love to fuck his little ass too, but it didn't matter. I was happy to settle for blowing him and tasting that boy juice. I got down on my knees and he moved to me. His little erection was right in my face and I could see it wasn't more than four inches, if that. I brought my lips up to it and slowly let it slide into my mouth. Taking him in all the way wasn't difficult at all, and soon he was a very happy little boy. We settled into a rhythm and, as expected with a thirteen-year old boy getting his first blow job, it wasn't long before he blew. His volume wasn't much, but what he produced was definitely sweet. "Happy now?" I asked. Dylan was still coming off of the high of his ejaculation and said, "For now." The little smile on his face told me I did my job well, so pleasure was received by both of us. I should hate this kid. I knew I should, but I couldn't. He was cute and sweet and honest about what he wanted and what felt good. I liked him being happy and I liked making him happy. Still, I wasn't thrilled with being blackmailed, so I smiled a little myself thinking about my phone and, hopefully, picture of him naked. When he went on to high school in a year and a half, I'd have those pictures, concrete memories of his little naked body. "Mr. Bennett?" "Yo," I said. "Jack off for me like you did yesterday." Since I had no choice, I did. I wasn't comfortable jacking off for his pleasure. He was still a boy after all. But with the few men I'd been with, I was fine doing it. I closed my eyes and just let him watch and remembered other times in my life with other guys. Soon, my climax came and splattered on the floor. "Good job, Mr. Bennett," Dylan said. "Thanks," I answered, though I felt somewhat stupid saying it. I looked down at Dylan and he was, once again, rock hard. He saw me looking at him and said, "Be right back." Butt cheeks bobbling, he ran over to his locker and grabbed something from his backpack, then bounded back to my office. In his hand he held a plastic ruler. "Measure me," he said. "And when you get a boner again, we'll measure you." I took the ruler from him and, as instructed, measured him from his tiny patch of pubic hair to the tip of his circumcised dick. "Three and three quarters inches," I announced, rounding up, as it barely passed the three and a half mark. "Impressive for your age." Dylan smiled, a genuine smile, and said, "Lay down on the floor, Mr. Bennett. We'll see if I can get you to pop another boner." I lay down as he directed, but told him that it would be a bit before I popped up again. "Thirteen-year olds may be able to pop up every few minutes, but when you get as old as I am, you've got to let it have some rest." "How old are you, Mr. Bennett?" "Twenty-six." Dylan got down on the floor and spread my legs. "Will I have hairy balls like you do someday?" "Probably. Most men do." "Mr. Bennett, keep your legs open. I'm going to butt hump you. Let me know if it hurts." I don't know which was cuter, that he used the word hump instead of fuck or if he thought three and a half inches would hurt inside me, but I opened my legs wider for him. In a matter of seconds, his erection was in me. I moaned a little, which made him happy. Truthfully, he felt good in there. No pain, of course, but pure pleasure. He was losing his virginity and I liked being there for it. He thrust in as far as his three and a half inches would take him, and went through the motions familiar to anyone with a penis. Again, he didn't last too long and when he was finished, I realized he didn't have enough velocity in his orgasm for me to feel it. He pulled out and stood. "Thanks, Mr. Bennett," he said. He then grabbed the ruler from my desk and told me I looked ready for measuring. Truth be told, I was ready for measuring right after he put his dick in my ass. I kept my legs spread and let him put the ruler against my erection. "Five and three-fourths," he said. I guess the quarter inch I added to his earlier came off of mine now. "Perfectly respectable," I said. Without a word, Dylan took it in his small hand and started stroking it. I lay back and enjoyed the feeling of boy hand on my hard on. "It feels funny doing one so big," he said at last. "You'll get used to it," I told him. "Yours is going to grow, after all." "Let me know when you're close to sperming," he said. We lapsed back into silence then, Dylan intent on his work and me intent on enjoying it. As promised, when I was close, I told him, expecting him to take his hand away and making me finish for him. Surprisingly, he sped up his strokes and made me cum onto my stomach. "Cool," he said. He took his fingers and smeared my cum into my pubic hair. That would be a bitch to clean when it dried, but I didn't care. He was having fun with it. I would have preferred him swallowing it, but at least he touched my sperm and that was a start. When he was done playing, he said, "I guess we should get dressed, huh?" "Yep. It's close to five and the janitor usually is in here between five-thirty and six." He slipped into his briefs. "I'll be back tomorrow for more fun." I held up my hands. "Sorry, partner. The basketball teams have practice tomorrow and Friday. No alone time." "Dang it," he said, then brightened. "Mr. Bennett, do you need an assistant?" "You mean you want to hang around the locker room and see both teams naked." "Well, yeah." I laughed. The kid's honest was sweet. "Sure, buddy." Dylan smiled and thanked me. "So I guess we won't be doing nothing until Monday." "Fraid not." "Gives me time to think about what to do next," he said. I reached into his jeans and grabbed his limp little dick. "Is this all you think about?" Dylan shook his head and reached out to my still naked dick. "No. I think about this too." End of part 2 What else will Dylan come up with for his gym teacher to do? What will Mr. Bennett do? Is there a line he won't cross, even for a blackmailer? Part 3 will get them naked again.