Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 18:04:19 +0000 From: Cliffy B Subject: Morality of Cheating New Story Please consider donating and helping the site keep bringing you free, top quality stories. Donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination. The Morality of Cheating I Jacob Lang is definitely a sportsman. At a lean 6'4" he's ideal for football, basketball, baseball, and any sport he deems worthy of his time. Which is handy because his scholastic muscles aren't getting much of a work out. Currently sitting in last period history, Jacob would be daydreaming his way to a C- if he's lucky! Especially seeing that's the lowest grade all the baseball players needed to be in with a shout of playing in the state finals next week. Jacob wasn't the only student requiring a further 3 years of high school to be able to barely scrape passing grades, a few were worse and the 2 that never turned up would never pass in 2 life times. No, Jacob wasn't the worst student, but did have the biggest head. You see when you letter in 3 sports there comes a certain cockiness that is born within a young man. In the prime of ones youth, we bestow upon them praise that Moses would destroy commandments over. This praise is what fuels the arrogance that blossoms within them, Jacob is no exception. Even though Jacob wasn't a captain in any of the teams, not the quarterback, not the striker, pitcher or lead batsman. Not even the most attractive, didn't have the biggest muscles, or the tallest on the basketball squad. No, just the mere fact he was a part gave him the God given right to think himself above us lesser, non-sporting mortals. As the time slowly ticked towards the end of the day and the senior classes last ever history lesson, I looked over each of the students in front of me, trying to imagine where they'd be in 5 years time. Lawyers? Doctors? Sports stars? Prostitutes? Who knew? But the potential and possibility was so enviable it hurt. As I was trying to wipe the jealous scowl from my face the sudden, loud ring of the bell sounding with freedom brought all the young eyes away from their papers. "Okay lads and lasses, pencils down and bring your papers to the front. I wish luck upon you all in your other classes, if you have any more history periods on your timetable they are now private study time. Report to me in the library." Whether they paid attention to my well wishing and instructions over the movement and din, I don't know, but when the bodies had cleared there was one student left standing in front of me. "How do you feel that went Jacob?" "Hmmmm, not great." "Well you would need around 65% for a passing C. That's just for this test. If you've been getting below all year (which he had) you'll be needing a higher grade." "Yeah, see I don't think I'm going to be getting that." Showing me a flash of his paper I could clearly see the last section, the section with the most marks, was completely blank. "Oh dear Jacob, looks like this one wont be getting you a pass. Well hopefully your other scores will bring it up." They wont. "I don't think they will sir." "Well, I'm very sorry about that Jacob. But if I'm being honest you haven't really applied yourself in my classes have you?" "History isn't my thing Mr. Berne, too much to remember." "Isn't everyone's. Hopefully you'll find what you're good at in the big wide world. Good luck Jacob." Being 6'4" Jacob had a habit of looming over most people, and as a 5'9" man sitting down he was very looming at this moment, and while the crotch eye level wasn't displeasing altogether, I just wanted the day to end so I could go home, sit, relax, read my books and watch some Netflix. "But that's the problem Mr. Berne, I need a C on this paper so I can play in the game next week." He'd actually need closer to an A than to a C on this paper to get a passing grade in the class. "Well if you came to me at the start of the year we could have done something, now it is so far too late it would be a pointless exercise to even think about." "I don't know sir, I mean I still have a lot to fill in. Maybe if I had the answers I could leave here with a nice passing grade, everybody happy." Event though I was looking into his face, my eye level being so much lower, it was impossible to miss the hand that moved to grab his crotch. Now a lot of teenagers these days grab their crotches absent mindedly, but the length he held it and the gleam in his eyes suggested a lot more thought was going into it. "You mean you would like me to help you cheat? Making you happy Mr. Lang, but it would most definitely not make me happy." I avoided his eye contact, looking at the desk, as I tried to rise from my seat, however a hand on my shoulder stopped me mid-ascent and brought my eyes back to Jacobs. "Well your happiness comes from what's inside my shorts." And from his face my eyes reverted back to his crotch, his hand squeezing and shaking the sizeable mass hidden within. Jacob isn't the best looking in the school, his ears stick out a little, his nose ever so slightly wide, but his features are masculine and angled. He has a certain look to him that brought his face to me during my private moments. So while not the most handsome, I do desire him all the same. And he apparently knew this. "I beg your pardon Jacob Lang!" Force out the righteous indignation Martin! Hide the shock of his knowing the truth! "Come on sir, the way you've been staring me down all year, it's obvious what you want. And if you help me you'll be able to have it in your hands." Busted. There was no where to go now. I'll just deny it. Walk out, bid him a farewell, get in my car and re-live him shacking his meat once in the safety of my lounge. Or ... "Just my hands?" I can't say what's come over me. Loneliness? Desperation? Insanity?! But what ever it is I have a young, strapping young man in front of me willing to give me what I've been desiring all year! I've worked hard all my life, and got nothing to show for it! Why shouldn't I take this opportunity to get what I want?! The answer being, the law. However at this moment rationality and morality had long left my mind, the reptilian part more than willing to take over the driving seat. Long had it been ignored and now it was going to get what it felt was long over due! "Heh, Of course not, Bernie. You can get your lips around it as well." The smirk said confidence, the eyes said something different. Doubt. Uncertainty. Fear? That was his to deal with, I wanted his cock. "Lets see it then!" "Why don't you do the honours Bernes?" With that he pushed me fully down into my seat, moved around the desk, pushing my chair back as he lent his backside on the edge of the table in front. This was it. The moment where everything will change. The moment where I get to sample what has been hidden to me for so long and yet so familiar to me at the same time. Two thin pieces of clothing between me and my nirvana. With shaking hands I reached to the elastic of his basketball shorts, stroking the smooth nylon as they made their journey north to the entrance of my heaven. Gently taking hold of the fabric I started to tug them down, slowly revealing his white boxer briefs, tightly clinging to his milky white, smooth skin. As I moved them down further, the hips moved slightly to allow the shorts to pass over the shapely rear and I was free to let the blue nylon fall to the floor. There in its cotton prison was my prize, the large tumescence was mouth watering in it's relief, however one could tell still soft. The smell of sweat and young adolescence was too much for me, I quickly reached back up to take hold of the boxer briefs that were cruelly denying me what I needed and yanked them down, forcing them past the table edge, not able to wait for him to move for me, not willing to wait any longer to see my treasure. As the fabric bundled around his knees I was brought face to face with a thick fleshy tube hanging over a big, tight, full ball sack. It was still soft yet it hung a good 6 inches, the foreskin still covered the head but I'd soon sort that out. I cradled the big phallus between my thumb and index finger of my right hand before enclosing my fist around the shaft. As I pulled back the foreskin there was a slight gasp from above me. I averted my gaze from the beautiful cock long enough to see the lads eyes close, mouth agape. Now was time to give him pleasure the skanks he's been with couldn't dream of giving! Looking back to his cock I added my left hand to the fun, with the foreskin pulled back I massaged his cock just below the head, my right continuing to rub along the length of his shaft. Slowly the cock began to firm up, the head becoming engorged and purple. I didn't dare take my hands off it but I'd estimate this young man was working with a good 9 inches of thick man meat! The most beautiful sight I had ever seen was in front of my eyes! The strength, the weight, the glory of it was breath taking! Such beauty deserved to be worshipped! With his cock good and hard I dove in for a taste, mouth wide I engulfed the head, licking away at his piss slit, around his glands; tasting his sweet manhood. The taste was strong. A collection of sweat, piss and dried sperm, which should have been revolting but in my sex crazed mind it was the greatest of tastes. I need more. I need the whole thing down my throat! No second thoughts as I plunge my mouth down past the flared head, my lips wrapping around the shaft, my saliva already running down ahead of me, lubricating my path until the big head caught in my throat. My mouth only being stretched by a mere 5 inches. I ignored my bodies natural urge to evict the intruder and started working my throat to swallow him down. With the help of an over active saliva gland the cock slowly, ever so slowly started to snake down my throat. Never before had I felt such pleasure, such euphoria, I needed all of this cock! The hand on top of my head, pushing me back up his shaft brought me some what back to reality. Looking up into his face I was puzzled, however the hand gripping my thinning hair to force my head down on his cock clued me in. He doesn't want a long, luxuries blow, he just wants a wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Well we can certainly sort that out! Moving my hands from the base of his cock to his thighs I increased me speed with vigour! Just taking the first 5 inches my head bobbed as fast I could go, my lips gripping the smooth, wet shaft as my throat clenched at the head on every downward strike, the fleshy, smooth muscular thighs acting as my anchor as I gripped them tight, digging my nails in. With closed eye's I left the world behind me as my whole existence focused on pleasuring the cock in my mouth to the maximum of my abilities! The almost maddening dire to drain his balls and taste his sweet seed was all that I knew, all that controlled me as I plunged my head back and forth on the now glistening cock, my saliva coating everything, dripping onto the floor. With one hand now keeping my head in place the young sports start got into the action. Thrusting his pelvis he fucked my throat, the head beating my throat raw, my spittle spraying everywhere as I am used as this studs fuck toy. "Uh, fuck, uh, uh, uuuuuuh" Jacobs breathing was increasing, his lips letting out sweat moans. The lad was close and I was ready. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" With one last thrust he lodge his cock deep in my oesophagus as he sprayed his sperm directly into my stomach. While I'm unable to count his shots the volume was obvious as my throat convulsed and I chocked up his sperm, spilling around the size of his thick meaty cock. Now still and his cock no longer flexing in my mouth I look up to see his face. His head lulled back was a clear indication of the pleasure he'd just felt, however my attention was pulled to his left hand. Loosely held in his shaking hand was his phone, playing porn? Pictures of a girl he'd fucked? Doesn't matter, the fact his attention wasn't 100% on me while I serviced his magnificent member ... it hurt. It's foolish I know, but I'd have thought giving him a mind blowing blow job would finally get his full focus. Apparently not. Slowly withdrawing my mouth from his spent cock I made sure to lick and give gentle sucks, causing him to shudder from the over stimulation and give me a taste of the sperm that I had coughed up. While a little diluted the familiar salty goodness gave me a good pump of serotonin. Making sure to give the head an extra hard suck I let the softening giant swing back to its natural place over Jacobs balls. Wiping my mouth on my sleeve I looked up expecting Jacob to be looking down and we'd get on with his part of the deal, however he stayed frozen in front of me, head still back, breathing as if he'd run a marathon. I had to have his cock again. "Uh, Jacob? You okay?" With a plan I decided to wake the 2nd Basemen from his coma "Um, uh, yeah sir." Moving his head back to a natural position, his cheeks flushed, he bent over so his pants were also in a natural position. "Well here are the answers, I suggest just filling out the last, 24 mark, question. That should be enough to give you a C." "Um, thanks sir. I'll uh, just..." Grabbing the papers from my hand he went back to his seat and started filling in the question paper. It seemed now his balls were drained the bravado had dissipated. Or maybe like Samson's hair Jacobs strength was in his sperm. After 5 more minutes Jacob got up from his seat, placed the papers on my desk and made for the door, all paying special attention to the classrooms worn carpeting. "Jacob." Time to spin my web. "Yes sir?" He didn't turn. "While this is enough to give you a passing grade on this paper, all that means is your overall grade is a D. If I'm not mistaken, that's not enough to play in the game." This made him turn. "What! But, you and ... we ... How?!" Eyes wide he looked about ready to cry. "Now, don't look at me like that. Our deal was for the answers to this test only. Now luckily for you I've yet to hand in the final marks for your essay. We could come to an arrangement." I looked directly into his eyes, for the first time I had his full, undivided attention. For this moment I held his world in the palm of my hands. "Wha-what you saying?" He thought he'd had planned this so well. Watch some porn while he got his dick sucked, get the grade, play in the final game, go to the after party, get laid. Best laid plans of mice and men. "Come to my place, Saturday. 3pm. Don't be late." Holding out a piece of paper with my address, and a paper copy of the instructions, I watched the clogs in his head through though pale blue eyes. His body twitched. He slowly moved towards me, unbeknownst to him he was walking straight into my web. Delicious.