Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2024 06:28:28 +0000 From: sunnysideboy Subject: My student turned me into a fag - Part 2 Hello everyone. I bring you this new chapter, I hope you like it :) I'm answering all the mails, I really appreciate your comments, feedback an ideas, I really do. If you have any suggestion or inspiration for the story or just wanna talk please let me know. If you are liking it, please consider donating to this great website that allows us to find each other through these stories at the link https://donate.nifty.org/. Disclaimer: Remember that It is a fictional story whose sole purpose is to entertain, it does not promote or condone any type of act contrary to the law of any country and should not be read by minors. *** The next day felt eternal to me. The hours of class passed like honey on glass, and I couldn't concentrate on anything; my mind was entirely focused on my phone. The previous night, I hadn't replied to Danny's message, and he hadn't said anything else after sending me the link. Every time I thought about the photos I had seen, my heart skipped a beat and began to race rapidly. In my mind, I replayed the images over and over again, imagining Danny on the teddy bear, moving up and down, humping it... I imagined his face, his features, his fingers inside his ass... That kept me excited throughout the day, so when my last class ended, my groin hurt, and I felt restless like a lion in a cage. I returned home and took off the suit and tie that I hated so much. I didn't understand why I had to wear a suit to go to university. It was one of those rules that everyone followed and no one questioned for some reason... somewhat ironic considering we were studying to become lawyers. Anyway, I put on sweatpants and a hoodie and waited for the clock to strike 4:30 to go to Danny's house, just like the day before. I didn't want to send him a message beforehand because I would see that link again, or worse... I might not see it anymore. Perhaps I wasn't the right recipient, and he had sent it to me by mistake, and when I entered our chat, I would see that he had blocked me and deleted the message. I thought I should have taken screenshots of Danny's images, but I was sure that would be a mistake that could bring me a lot of trouble; after all, he was still underage. After waiting for what felt like an eternity, the clock struck 4:27, which I deemed sufficient, and I left home for Danny's, summoning all the willpower and controlling my nerves like I had never done before, I rang his doorbell. I heard his footsteps a few seconds before he opened the door. This time he greeted me still dressed in his school uniform consisting of a white polo shirt, black shorts, knee-high socks, and shoes. It was a rather old-fashioned style, but he looked good in it, like everything else. Danny shook his blond hair with ease and smiled sleepily. "Hey, hello. It's good to see you again," he said and yawned. "Sorry, I fell asleep when I got home. Do you want to come in?" "Don't worry, sure, thank you very much," I said and crossed the threshold again. I still had the French books under my arm, although I was sure we wouldn't use them at all. Just like the day before, we had a coke together sitting on the living room couch. He told me about his day at school, and I couldn't help but feel nostalgic for those days when I was in high school, how simple and monotonous they were, how different they were from my current law classes. Wearing the uniform and getting it dirty playing soccer at recess, or eating with my friends in the cafeteria talking about video games, or how the teachers cared about you and your grades... Those little and annoying details I hated so much back then were the ones I missed the most right now... The more he told me, the more I felt that those days had passed too quickly for me, and now, for no reason, there was no way to access them other than through the bitter feeling of nostalgia. "Everything okay, Adrien? You look pensive." "Yes, just... I was thinking about other things when you mentioned how your day had been." "In the message I sent you yesterday perhaps? By the way, I'm still waiting for a response, don't think I didn't notice," Danny stood up then and stretched. "Do you play football? Let's go throw the ball around, I'm tired of sitting on the couch." I wasn't sure if that boy was aware of the emotions he provoked in me, most likely he was, but damn... he could read me like an open book and move me at his pleasure like a piece on a chessboard. I couldn't believe how he could lead me to extremely opposite emotions in a single sentence. I followed him to the backyard where he picked up a football from the ground and threw it to me. I caught it with my chest and immediately felt a burning sensation spread across my skin. I threw it back, but my pathetic attempt went far from Danny, who walked towards the ball and picked it up again. "So, what do you think of the photos? Pretty good, right?" "Who took them, why do you have such photos?" I said, trying not to stutter. "You know, one has to find ways to make money. What my parents give me for lunch and on my birthday isn't enough," he threw the ball back to me. It slipped from my hands. "I'm and entrepreneur" "They're... good, but wouldn't you get into trouble?" "Not me... besides, I only send them to trusted people. First, they pay me, and when they do, I send them the link I shared with you yesterday." "But I haven't paid anything," I said and threw the ball, a little less horribly this time. "Think of it as a courtesy. Besides... well, I like you, you know? For a college student, you look very young and you're not like the other law students." "And how are they?" "Pretentious, unbearable, they start losing their hair and get a belly. Ew. I don't know what it is about university that seems to turn guys into lifeless gentlemen. I've met some... or well, they've wanted to meet me, but I always tell them no." "Why?" "Because they wanna top... they wanna fuck me and I'm no precisely a bottom." He threw the ball back to me, and I caught it with my face. His words had left me as stunned as the ball itself. "You're not?" I asked and threw the ball again. I missed his hands. "Of course not. I do things on my own, but I'd never let anyone, let alone one of those precocious old men of your classmates do something like that. I'm not a slut. I like slutty guys but I'm not one of those. Also I have my own taste in guys... Anyways, if anything, it would be the other way around because I've always been a top. That brings me to the second point." Danny walked back to my ball and picked it up. He threw it back before continuing, "'Would you like to record something with me?' "...What?" 'Well, I like your aura of... well, nerdiness and a bit of a loser, you know? I say it with all the love and respect in the world. You don't look like a law student about to graduate from college. I think with the right clothes, a few make up tutorials, and dim lighting, you could pass as a high school student maybe. You live nearby, which is a plus, and you're not ugly. Maybe a bit effeminate, but that's okay. Besides, it seems like you like the idea; you couldn't take your eyes off me yesterday, and I noticed. What do you say?" I dropped the ball next to me. I looked him straight in the eye and sighed. What he was proposing was unthinkable. It wasn't even something... feasible. I would get into serious, serious trouble. Not just because I was going to be in a XXX video or picture, but because I was going to be fucked by a 14 years old boy. What guy of 24 years old would let them do that to him? Besides being problematic, it was humiliating. If anything it should be the other way around, but... No. No. No. No. And a hundred times no. My whole body, thoughts and instincts were telling me that this was the right time to turn around and go home. To block Danny and not to hear from him ever again. To lead a normal life without a stain that size haunting my conscience. *** I said yes. We went into his room kissing and taking off our clothes that were strewn all over the stairs, the living room and his own room. I tripped over the now familiar teddy bear that was on the floor and he jumped on me. We were on top of each other, clothes off, touching our bodies that differed in size and dimensions. I felt Danny's soft skin under my hands and noticed how my incipient beard began to itch his cheeks when we rubbed. My crotch contrasted with his as he didn't have a single hair below his eyebrows. "Wait, put this on before we go on," he said and held out his school uniform which he picked up from the floor. "I want to see how you look wearing it". "But will it fit me?" "Do it, don't argue, bitch." His raspy, demanding voice turned me on, so I obeyed him. I put on his shorts with no underwear underneath, his polo shirt and his socks. It all fit me pretty snug, but it fit and Danny's eyes sparkled when he saw me like this. Then he grabbed me tightly, turned me around and placed me on the teddy bear. The loving boy who was kissing me had disappeared and in his place had come a wild bull in need of a female to ram. Hell...I couldn't believe I was about to get fucked by an 14 boy while I was wearing his school uniform. He pulled my shorts down just enough to expose my ass. Then he held my shoulder with one hand and the other he brought it up to my mouth. "Spit" he ordered me and I, aroused as I was, obeyed him. He dilated me with my own saliva or at least tried to because it certainly wasn't nearly enough. I mean, it had been bottom before, but it had been months or maybe a year since I had last done it. I hadn't prepared myself... but Danny didn't care and so, in one lunge, he shoved his dick all the way in. I stifled a cry of pain with the teddy bear. The videos I had seen of him did not do justice to the size of his cock, for inside me it felt huge, very long, almost endless. One hand was holding my shoulder and the other my waist as he took a rhythm of going in and out. I could feel him trying to hold back, but he wasn't succeeding, he was thrusting into me too fast and his moans gave away that he was more excited than he wanted to show. He also began calling me "bitch", "slut" and "fag" over and over which turned me on more and more. I was dripping pre-cum in his school shorts. For my part I was having a change in my brain wiring. From now on I couldn't fuck anyone. Now I was to service boys, especially boys like Danny. I was inferior to them and I was to please them in whatever they asked of me. That's what I was here for, that's what I served. Sure, there was a part of my head that still told me that was wrong, but I didn't care. The scent of Danny's uniform - of boy lotion and sweat - was enough to shut down any thoughts. I was being the bitch o fan underage boy and I was enjoying it... I would never be with anyone my age again, not after the pleasure I was having from having my ass rammed by Danny. "I'm going to cum," Danny said and I was about to protest. I had never done it bareback, let alone ever let anyone cum inside me, but then I knew I couldn't deny him that, I was his personal bitch now. I was about to say something but then I stopped and when I did I felt him come inside me and how with that my new life as a teen slut had begun. *** I came next in Danny's own uniform. We both lay on the teddy bear and he hugged me, turned his face towards me and smiled. "You look so cute dressed like that, my baby boy," he said and kissed me on the lips. Little by little I would realize that he didn't say "baby boy" only figuratively.