Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2020 07:47:34 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Rathmore Academy: Dan and Ryan

All characters in this story are 18 and older. You must be 18 or older to
read it.

I might make a series about Rathmore Academy so let me know if you enjoy
this one. If you're interested in the first story, email me and I'll send
it to you.

Dan and Ryan is about a straight construction foreman and a teenage boy
exploring their sexuality. It involves realistic derogatory language.

Do not read if you're not into that.

My characters don't wear protection, but you should. Play safe, stay
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"Dan and Ryan"

Dan had been living on the construction site since the water had been
turned on and the first lab had been built. His shower was basically a
water hose hanging from the ceiling in the lab. His bed was one of those
inflatable mail order beds that expands on their own. He kept work order
files in his truck and used the whiteboard to figure shit out and lay out
the work and schedule for his team.
It wasn't the worst setup he ever had.
The only thing that he was really missing was some cunt to fuck.
Dan hadn't seen his wife in three weeks.
Rathmore Academy had hired him to build their new STEM building, parking
lot, and some guest housing and facilities. It was a great contract. His
construction company was going to make serious money.
But living here was hard on his dick.
Rathmore was an elite school for boys. No female teachers. No female
students. No local wives, even, to fuck around with.
No way to get his dick wet.
Or so he thought.
Then he went to Kempners, a local bar, and saw some Rathmore scholarship
kids getting fucked up the ass and eating dick.
And it made him hard. Watching boys take dick made him hard.
The bartender promised he could get him a straight virgin kid that
wouldn't try any gay shit with him and without any bullshit involved.
And that was what he was waiting for.
When Ryan knocked.

Ryan

Ryan's dad was a drunk. He used to beat the shit out of Ryan every chance
he got. He never held a fucking job for more than a few months and they
went from trailer to trailer Ryan's whole life.
The one good thing his dad did was teach him baseball.
And it paid off. Big time.
Ryan couldn't afford even little league growing up, but his junior high
coach saw him play during gym one day and put him on a team.
Coach Heilman was like the dad guys have in movies. He took him out for
pizza, showed him how to workout, and covered the cost for his junior
high baseball gear and trips.
And he never asked anything for it, not even when it meant time away from
his sick wife.
And then, when Ryan was in 8th grade, he sat Ryan down and told him he
got him into Rathmore Academy on a baseball scholarship. It was not only
a way out of being poor, but it meant no more beatings or trailer parks
or packaged noodles for dinner.
It changed his life.
Rathmore meant a dorm room, solid real food three times a day, decent
clothes, and being treated like he mattered.
He still wasn't a great student, but his academic advisor said if he went
on the senior trip he would get a life at least this good out of it.
Maybe even be rich someday.
But there was no way he could afford it and he knew that. He wasn't
allowed to get a job without losing his scholarship, his dad was who
knows where, and he couldn't ask Coach Heilman for a thousand bucks.
And then, one of the track kids, Dashawn, told him there was another way.

Dan

The kid's body was trim and tight. Dan wasn't a fag or anything, but the
kid was clearly a looker. He kind of looked like Dan's son, Jason, but
more fit and a little older. He was about 5'9, sandy blonde hair cut kind
of long for a boy, and tan. Kid even had a six pack.
At the moment, the boy was covered in sweat and just wearing workout
shorts.
Nothing about the boy shouted queer so Dan felt pretty good about this
whole thing and like Kempner wasn't out to fuck him on this deal.

Ryan

The guy who answered the door was pretty old. At least ten or twenty
years older than his dad. He was also kind of fat and had grey hair.
He wasn't at all what Ryan expected. He looked kind of tough and normal.
Like an old construction worker, which Ryan guessed he was.
He had on blue jeans covered in dirt and sawdust, a button up shirt, an
orange, yellow, and green vest, and steel toed boots.
But the bulge in his pants was what worried Ryan. His dick was like a
thick snake, even soft, and the big bulge of his balls meant they were
probably full of cum.
Cum meant for him.

Dan

I didn't have a chair, so I gestured for the kid to sit on the bed.
Then I asked him the only question that mattered, "Why are you here?"
He looked at me for a second and then said, "Kempner sent me, sir."
His voice was sort of deep, but still boyish.
I wasn't going to let him off that easy, though.
I said, "I know that, son. Tell me why he sent you. I need to hear you
say it."
He looked at me for a second and I saw his eyes flit to my crotch. My
bulge had scared off as many girls as it had turned on. My dick was only
seven inches, but almost as thick as a beercan even soft.
Then I heard his voice, a little higher and more boyish than before say,
"He said that if you liked me and I did what you wanted for two months,
he'd cover my senior trip. All of it."
I wasn't really in the mood for games. The kid was here to be my whore.
2000 bucks for two months. Half to Kempner, half to the kid.
I reached out and lifted the boy's chin so he was facing me.
I said:
I don't like bullshit or anything, just straight talk. For the next two
months, you're my whore. If I need to fuck, I fuck you up the ass and
creampie your little teenage boypussy. If I need my dick sucked, your
throat is wrapped around my cock until you swallow every drop of dick
snot my balls can churn out. I might even make you eat my asshole. You
understand?
He nodded.
I continued:
I ain't a faggot and Kempner promised me you ain't a queer either. This
is just sex, you understand? I need a hole, you're a hole. I need a
mouth, you're a mouth. No kissing, no making love, no bullshit. I expect
you to work as hard as any other employee and you call me sir or boss.
Only equals call me Dan. You understand? If you have to refer to me to
staff, I'm Mr. Johnson.
He whispered, "Yes, sir."
Then I asked, "How long before your next class?"
He replied, "Gym is over in fifteen minutes. I told Coach I was going for
a run, but I can come back after lights out tonight."
I nodded. 15 minutes wasn't long, but it'd let me test out the boy's
mouth.
I unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants. I let them fall to my knees,
along with my plaid boxers. I unbuttoned my shirt to get more comfy.
Then I told him, "Blow me."

Ryan

I knew this was going to happen. I agreed to it.
But this was different. I was eye level with his dick and balls and they
were even bigger than I had expected.
His dick was circumcised and thick. Mine was six inches, but half as big
around.
And his junk was hairy too, with thick black hair.
He gripped my chin again and said, "Don't think of it as faggot shit.
You're a hooker. Your job is sucking dick and getting fucked. Just do
your fucking job and let me see what your mouth can do."
I nodded. Then I reached out, lifted his dick up, and wrapped my lips
around the head.

Dan

Fuck. I watched his smooth baby face open up and suck in the head of my
dick. His pink wet tongue made it halfway down my dick before he gagged
the first time.
Then he started really sucking. Hard sucking about three inches. I
fucking moaned and guided his hand to jerk my dick off.
His mouth was wet and warm.
I wanted to destroy his throat. Fuck it without mercy. Watch him gag and
choke.
Teach him who was boss.
But I needed him not too scared to come back tonight and get fucked.

Ryan

I tried not to gag, but his dick was thick and I could taste his salty
slimy precum.
Then his hand wrapped around my hand and started me jerking him off.
And when he let go of my hand around his dick, he placed his meaty hands
on the back of my head.
And he fucked my face.
My hand kept him from going too deep, but his dick still slammed into the
back of my throat over and over. His belly slammed into my forehead over
and over as he smashed my face.
And his dick just got harder. My eyes were watering and the bitter sweet
taste was getting stronger.
Then the grunting started. Almost growling.
And occasional words:
Fuck...yes...fuck...you're gonna eat my nut, boy...I'm going to slime
your little mouth.. swallow that nut when it
comes...yeah....fuck...yeah..be a good fucking whore...fuck...
And then he came.

Dan

I watched the kid swallow my nut and realized this was going to work out.
He didn't need tits to take a load and the fact he clearly hated it made
it less gay for me.
I couldn't wait for a real blowjob and fuck.

Ryan

His cum was thick and bitter. I wanted to spit it out, but he was
watching me so I gulped it down. The little that came out of my mouth he
scooped up with his hand and made me suck off him.
I watched as he got dressed, waiting for instructions, and needing to get
back to school.
He looked at me and said, "I got to work. Get the fuck out. And you stink
like cum and teenage sweat. Clean up before you cum back tonight."
I nodded.
Then I wiped my mouth off and ran back to gym class to shower.


Part 2

Ryan

Ryan waited until lights out to climb out his dorm window. The penalty
was just a write up and nobody really cared anyway.
He had taken a shower and used deodorant and brushed his teeth right
before bed. He wanted to make sure Mr. Johnson had no reason to back out
of their deal.
He couldn't go back to the trailer park.
He made the walk to the STEM building in five minutes flat.
He stood outside Mr. Johnson's room for a few minutes, then knocked.

Dan

The kid smelled better now than he had earlier. He was wearing a baseball
tee and basketball shorts and his hair and body were clearly clean and
dry.
No sweat this time.
Dan gestured for him to step in.
Then he locked the door and decided to just go for it.
He told the boy, "Shirts, pants, and underwear off. Shoes and socks don't
matter. Then get on your knees by the bed, facing the wall."
He watched the kid undress. He had decent tackle, probably four inches
soft. His balls were pretty tight, though. Probably from jacking off too
much.
His stomach was flat. The kid had an actual six pack without even
flexing, with just a very light blonde happy trail.
His sandy blonde hair kept flopping in his face and it was very clear the
kid didn't shave yet.
Dan was relieved the kid didn't have a hairy ass. It was smooth and a
combination of a bubble butt and plain toned.
Definitely fuckable, if he imagined the kid as just a hole.

Ryan

I felt his eyes on me as I undressed and the reality hit me. Hard. That
thick dick I had in my mouth earlier was about to be up my ass.
This old dude was about to buttfuck me.
I could feel the air blowing on me once I was naked and I shivered.
Then I walked over to the mattress I had sat on earlier. It was just
laying on the floor with no box springs or anything.
And I knelt in front of it and faced the wall.
I turned my head when I heard a zipper and watched Mr. Johnson's pants
and underwear come down. He was already hard. He had to be seven or eight
inches and thick.
Then his vest and shirt came off. He was thick built. A belly and half
muscle and half fat pecs. His body was hairy and his arms were like tree
trunks.
He got on his knees behind me on the floor.
Then he said:
Some cunts scream the first time they get fucked, especially up the ass.
I'm going to gag you, but if you want to back out at any point, you
double tap like a wrestler and we stop. I'm not a rapist. I only fuck the
willing. I'll usually want head before a fuck, but it's been too long
since I had teenage ass for me to wait this time. Understand?
I nodded.
Then his hand came around, holding my Rathmore boxers.
He said, "Open."
Then he stuffed them in my mouth and placed one of his hands on my back.
He used it to push my body down, until I was bent over.
Then I felt a thick finger rubbing something weird on my ass. Maybe
petroleum jelly?
And he shoved the finger in.
I groaned. Fuck. It hurt. But I wasn't a pussy. I could do this.
A second finger joined in and I flinched away, but his hand held my butt
steady.
And he started moving his fingers in and out of me. I bit down on my
boxers. I figured if homos did this, I could.
His fingers hit a weird spot up my butt and my dick oozed a little and
jerked.
Then both of them came out.
I exhaled.
Then I felt his cock. The head was rubbing against my hole. I took a deep
breath.
Then he pressed it in.

Dan

The kid was tighter than most pussy. Even with the lube, my fingers could
barely force their way in.
I finger fucked him for a minute, enjoying the dominance of this young
athlete more than I thought I would.
Then I lifted my dick to his hole and pushed it in.
Fucking A.
I fucking gasped myself. I heard him whimper through his boxers, but at
that point I didn't give a fuck.
His asshole was fucking satin squeezing my dick, fighting to push it out,
but at the same time sucking it in.
I rammed in another inch. Then another. Then another.
The kid's whole body was clenched tight and I could see his face tensed
with his eyes closed and a few tears running down his face.
But he didn't tap out.
I lowered my whole body on top of him, letting him feel my whole weight
on his back and enjoying his smooth skin against my hairy chest.
Then I fucked him. The way I always wanted to fuck my wife, but couldn't.
The way I fucked that young hooker in Tijuana last year.
Like a fucking whore who existed for no reason except to be my dick
ditch.

Ryan

At first, it was just pain. His dick felt like it was splitting my
asshole into pieces.
Then it was humiliating. I had a dick in my ass. Like a faggot. A hairy
old man was fucking my butt like it was pussy.
His sweat was dripping all over me.
Every thrust drove me into the bed and sent a shock to my body as his
cock went deeper.
Then he lowered his body on top of me. I couldn't hardly breathe he was
so heavy. One arm went under my chest and the other around my neck as he
mounted me and held me still.
He couldn't have taken a shower earlier because I could smell his pits
and sweaty body and a sweet smell like cigars.
It felt like his dick was still going deeper every single thrust.
Then he started growling:
I bottomed out in you, kid. All seven fucking inches in your butt, boy.
This is what it feels like to be a man's cunt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
And he started pistoning in faster than before.
And he hit something.

Dan

I had a girlfriend that tried to finger my asshole once. My dick oozed a
little before I jerked her finger out of me and made her stop that shit
so I could tell that what was happening with the kid.
I told him, in between jabs:
That's just your prostate, boy. It doesn't make you a faggot. It's what
makes men gay, but as long as you like pussy it won't make you queer to
get a nut pumped out of you like this.
He relaxed a little and I swear his hole opened up even more and my dick
went deeper.
I started watching his face, moving my dick around to see what the kid
liked. When I found the right spot, I hammered away.

Ryan

My dick was hard and rubbing against his sheets. It still hurt getting
fucked, but my dick was leaking like crazy. It felt like cum was being
pushed out of my dick. Every thrust, I got harder and harder.
Then he gripped me tight and slammed my ass. Balls deep, then almost out,
then balls deep. Over and over
In, out. In, out.
I couldn't help myself. I reached my right hand to my cock and started
stroking it as he fucked me.
And I came.
I felt the first load splatter on my stomach and sheets and my hands.
Then a second. Then a third. Then I collapsed completely.

Dan

I felt the boy nut. His butt fucking clenched around my dick and squeezed
the cum out of me. I groaned and then he shot again and more cum was
milked out of my dick.
I collapsed on top of him and laid there for what felt like five minutes,
completely out of breath.
Then I pulled out of the kid, got up, wiped my junk with my underwear,
and sat next to him on the bed.
He slowly lifted himself up and wobbled a little as he stood.
I pointed to the jerry rigged shower and the soap next to it and said,
"Clean yourself up. I don't want you leaving here stinking of fuck and
with an ass dripping cum."
I watched as he flipped the hose on and started scrubbing himself. He was
covered in sweat and jizz. His ass was leaking my load and it had dripped
down his thigh. His junk was splattered full of his loads, along with his
belly.
I wanted to give him a pep talk or something, so I said:
You did good, kid. Not many girls could take that kind of fuck and
probably not many fags. It doesn't make you a homo that you came. I was
hitting the inside of your dick pretty hard. You might not want to jerk
off getting fucked, tho. I don't want you to turn queer cuz you
masturbate to this shit.
He looked over at me and nodded.
Then he turned off the shower and I threw him a towel.
He wrapped it around his waist and stood in front of me for a second.
Then he asked, "Did I really do okay?"
I nodded.
Then said, "Your asshole was tight and you took it like a man. Learn to
deepthroat and I might marry you."
We both kind of laughed.

Ryan

When I finished dressing, he just told me to get the fuck out and he'd
see me tomorrow.
I could hardly walk. I tried to hide it from him, but it was like he tore
me a new asshole and left my legs wobbly.
My head wouldn't stop racing. Getting fucked hurt. And it wasn't anything
gay or romantic. I didn't feel like he wanted to kiss me or date me or
anything queer.
It really felt like what he said. He needed a mouth and hole and I was
it.
But I had never cum like that.
Never.
I was used to older men hurting me and being assholes. But there was
never any pleasure.
At the end, this was more than just the best nut I ever had.
It was like being jerked off from the inside and outside.
I knew I should be sad or pissed about all of this.
But my dick was already hardening thinking about tomorrow.

Part 3

Ryan

My ass fucking hurt all night long, but I couldn't stop thinking about
him on top of me hitting that spot over and over until I came.
I knew I wasn't gay. I didn't want to kiss him or love him, but I
couldn't stop thinking about what his dick did to me.
The next day, it was even worse.
In the morning, I found myself staring at some guys when we showered. And
then, after baseball practice, I straight up stared at Tiny's dick. He
was hung like a horse and I kept wondering if it would feel even better
or just hurt more.
When he saw me and started jacking it and smiling, I flinched.
I couldn't let these guys think I was some kind of fag.
I think, even without the money, I would have been at Mr. Johnson's place
that night.
As it was, I made it there the second I finished my homework and
practice.

Dan

I had just stripped off for a shower and was barely even wet when the kid
knocked. I opened the door for him and stepped right back under the hose.
I took my time while he watched me, soaping up my pits, crotch, stomach,
and ass. I may have gained weight, but I was still manly as fuck and he
was just a boy.
I wanted him to realize that.
I spent a little extra time on my asshole, just in case I decided to feel
his tongue up me tonight and lapping at it.
Then I killed the water and toweled off.
He was sitting on the bed by then, dressed in sweat pants and some rock
band tshirt.
I ordered him to strip off and watched him undress. I was still a little
surprised at this situation. He was flat stomached and trim and should be
mounting tiny titted teenage girls, not being some old man's dick ditch.
When he was naked, he sat back down. I walked over to him, my cock and
balls at his face.
I asked him, "Have you eaten?"
He nodded.
I reminded myself he was a boy and there was no need for bullshit.
I said:
I don't want to fuck you into being a queer and I want to keep your
boycunt tight. You probably need a day or so for that asshole to tighten
back up after a fuck and no more jerking your dick when I fuck you. I
know you're not a faggot, son, but why risk turning you into one? That
means you got to up your mouth game and we got to turn it into some wet
pussy. Get me?
He gulped.
Then he said, "Yes, sir."
I grabbed a paint bucket one of the crew had left in my office and sat it
by the floor.
Then I said, "Kneel by the bucket."
He looked confused, but obeyed. I couldn't help myself. I saw his ass and
I had to pull his cheeks apart and see that little starfish of his. It
was still red. I shoved my ring finger in it up to the knuckle and he
gasped.
I pulled it out and decided to explain:
I'm going to put you on your back in a minute, hang your head upside down
off the mattress, and fuck your throat balls deep. It ain't going to be
fun for you, but it will feel good as fuck for me. I want to empty your
stomach out first so you don't choke on vomit or throw up on my dick.
Next time, you can not eat before we do this. That okay with you?
He turned his face to mine and said, "Do it."

Ryan

I could feel his soft dick against my ass and the hair from his chest
against my back.
Then one of his hands gripped my head and pulled my mouth opened. And his
huge right hand entered my mouth.
He shoved his fingers deep and I retched into the bucket.
Then he did it again. And again.
The third time, nothing came out and he patted me on the head.
Then he handed me a bottle of water and said, "Rinse."
I rinsed my mouth out three times, until the vomit taste was gone.
He said, "You did good, kid. Get into position."
I climbed onto the mattress and hung my head upside down off the bed. My
stomach was fluttering.

Dan

I looked at the kid. He was a fucking trooper. His dick was soft and he
had to know this was going to be rough.
Then I got my tablet and loaded up some porn. It was all amateur teen
shit and the girls had huge tits.
I set the tablet on his stomach and clicked play.
The first was of a gangbang and you could hear the bitches moaning the
second I hit that button.
I knelt where his mouth was perfectly lined up for me to slam it.
Then I told him:
Same rules as before. You need to tap out, tap out. My dick is gonna
stretch that throat out, but I'm not going to kill you with it or
anything. Just man up and you'll be fine.
He whispered, "Yes, sir. I won't pussy out."
I nodded.
Then I used my right hand to pry his mouth open wide.
And I fucked his throat.

Ryan

One second, I saw him nodding. The next, I felt the weight of his cock on
my tongue.
Then I was choking.
His body was leaning over mine so my neck and face and stomach was
covered by his body. All I could see was his stomach and balls. The whole
room was filled with the high pitched sounds of the girls in the porn
getting fucked and the wet sound of his dick going in and out of my mouth
and my choking and gagging and retching.
I had to focus every second to keep mouth wide open.
His hands were gripping the back of my head, holding it still so he could
go deep and control it.

Dan

Shit.
His mouth felt good the first time, but this was next level. He tried
once this time to wrap his hands around my dick and I shoved them back
down to the side of the bed.
Then I decided to make better use of them, wrapped his hands around the
tablet on his belly, and said, "Hold it still."
And he did.
The sounds he was making were almost as good as the porn.
I went from imagining my dick was sloshing around the girl in the videos
twat to enjoying the fact the kid was letting me split his throat open.
Back and forth, back and forth. Her cunt, his throat, her cunt, his
throat.
Then my dick just couldn't take it anymore.

Ryan

My whole face was wet and slimy. It was harder and harder to breathe
through my nose because it was covered in something sticky. Maybe it was
saliva and precum or something else, but it kept blocking my nose.
Then his legs trembled.
And he started holding my head down longer on each thrust and talking
dirty again..
He groaned:
I'm going to empty my nuts in your whore throat...juice you right in your
belly...choke on it boy...eat that shit....swallow it, Jase...swallow it,
Jase...
And he came.

Dan

I felt my balls tighten up and shoot not once, not twice, but three
times. The kid tried to swallow it, but his throat muscles were just
massaging more jizz from my balls. He retched and my load was even
cumming out from his nose.
I pulled out and flopped around on the bed.
My whole body was literally sweating. I had railed his mouth rougher than
most girls could take it in the cunt.
He got from off the bed and looked around. I threw him a towel from the
floor to wipe off his face.
It was a fucking mess.
Then I said, "Almost done, kid. Kneel on the floor, real quick. I need to
piss."
He didn't speak, just nodded and sunk to the floor.
Then he looked around like a fucking moron.
I repeated, "Open your fucking mouth and wrap it around my cock already.
I need to piss."
He looked at me, "In my mouth...is that...will I..."
I laughed and said, "It's sterile. Swallow it."
I saw determination on his face as he lowered his mouth onto my cock.
He gagged as he drank it, but I didn't give a fuck. Two grand is a lot of
money. I was getting every penny's worth.

Ryan

Mr. Johnson let me go after I showered and rinsed my mouth out.
Tonight had not gone as I planned. Not only did he not fuck my ass again,
it felt like he had bruised the inside of my throat. Every time I
swallowed now, it hurt.
But it wasn't that bad. I mean, as a boss, he wasn't that bad.
It was kind of the best job I could have. An hour or less a day, a few
times a week, and some of those times I might even get off from it.
His pee was gross and the throat fucking hurt and his cum was kind of
bitter and nasty, but maybe I just wasn't into that because of the
prostate thing. Like there isn't one in my throat or whatever.
But in my ass.
My dick twitched just thinking about that nut.
And I realized I hadn't cum today. At all.
And I was standing in front of the door to Tiny's room.