Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 18:45:58 +0200 From: Internet Subject: Dad And Son Head West 2 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Ch. 2 Tom at School My second day in school was completely different from the first day. Dad told me to tell them that I'd had a 24 hour flu. First thing on Wednesday I went into Homeroom and greeted Mrs. Peacock. It took her a second to recognize me and then she sent me to the principal's office since I had no doctor's note. Mr. Jerkus stood up and took my hand, holding it in both of his, softly I thought. He was lean and young like dad. "So, you're Tom. Sit down." "Yes, Sir." I sat, legs apart, just in case... "I was sick yesterday but Dad didn't take me to the doctor. He said you could call him if you want." "What was the matter?" Mr. Jerkus sat one buttock on the corner of his desk and continued, "You look fine to me." He adjusted his basket. I watched his low hanging balls slide against the gray slacks. I even thought I could see the rim of his circumcised prick, the fabric was so thin. As I studied the ridge line in the trousers he gave his basket another nudge and the head slid down his leg a bit further. "Sore throat, but I'm fine now." I said. "Dad took real good care of me." When Mr. Jerkus held his clasped hands over his bulge I grinned, "Maybe that's how I got the sore throat actually." I laughed and tucked a thumb into the waistband of my jeans. My fingers rested over my cock, which had grown a little meatier watching the movement in the principal`s crotch. I squeezed myself just enough to make him wonder and stared at his basket. Mr. Jerkus loosened his tie. His cock strained against the gray cotton now. I pursed my lips and let out a stream of air. He looked like he was going to be a nice piece of meat. "You're not one of those boys who cuts school all the time, are you, Tom?" He sounded concerned, but I kept my eyes on his crotch. "Because we have rules here, and punishments." He stood up, his cock definitely pushed harder against his pants' leg now. I grinned. "No, Sir. Never. Dad wouldn't like that at all, and I never do anything to make dad unhappy. He takes good care of me." I walked over and stood right in front of Mr. Jerkus. "He takes good care of me, and I take good care of him." "Go back to class, Tom. And be a good boy." I grinned up at the principal, athletic and dark with thick eyelashes. "If you say so, Sir." I whispered. "I especially try to be good to nice men." As I turned I brushed the back of my hand against his cock and let it linger there just a second, then pushed against his thigh muscle. "Thank you, Sir." "If you have trouble or need to talk..." I turned back and grinned again. He was so hot he loosened his tie some more and reached into his pocket for a hanky, which he used to mop his brow. I walked back and stood close enough to feel his heat. "Thank you, Mr. --uh, what was it again? "Jerkus. Will Jerkus." "Right. Jerkus." I grinned. "I like the name." When he rested a hand on my shoulder I took the risk and brushed my hand against his pulpy cock. He let out a burst of air and grabbed my wrist. We stared at each other until he said, "Don't ever do that again, young man." But he trembled. I wondered if he was mad or scared. We kept staring until I saw the same struggle I'd seen in dad's face and gave him a look like - now or never. At the first glimmer of doubt I popped the five buttons of my jeans and let out the beast. Jerkus froze. I stroked my dick of death, as dad had called it, and Jerkus went into slow motion. He pulled my hand to his mouth and licked the slick of pre cum off my palm. When he'd cleaned it I reached up. At the touch of my hand to the back of his head he leaned down like I'd pushed a trigger and took my leaking prick head into his mouth. I let him have a good juicy taste of pre-cum and then said, "I better go." At the door I asked, "Do your friends call you Wiilliam, Will, or Jerkus off" He watched me stuff myself back into my pants. "Willing, usually." He said. "See you again, Tom. If you need anything?" I smiled and said, "Let me see your cock." He trembled, fighting with himself, then in total resignation he unzipped and pulled it out for me. It wasn't as long as dad's, but just as thick. I wondered how long the pulpy thing would be hard. I'd never seen a cock with a foreskin and stroked it a few times. Then I leaned down and tasted it. "Mmm. Nice. Yeah." I stroked him good and hard, a thick seven incher, and then said, "You like getting fucked?" "I think this has gone far enough. Go back to class." Jerkus struggled with the words. I ignored the remark. "Because we just moved here, and I don't think dad has found any friends yet. He's been working long hours, setting up his own software firm, but I bet he'd like to fuck you. He's a lot like you, real pretty body, and a big cock, except that he's blond like me. See you later, Mr. Ready and Willing." I grinned and left. When I got back to Homeroom I was still pulpy. Everyone stared. I smiled and sat down. At the break on the way to math Matt sidled up to me. I'd noticed him my first day, but he wasn't friendly. He's the big jock who all the girls drool over. He's also two years older than me. After a good private school in Virginia I was put ahead to 7th grade in California, and Matt had been held back a year, so most of his friends were about to graduate and start High School next year. So I was surprised when he put his arm over my shoulder. "It's Tom, right?" He asked. "Yeah." I grinned. "You're Matt." "How do you know that? I shook my head like - How dumb do you think I am. He seemed like the most popular guy in the school. He laughed, which made me like him right away. "Yeah right." He said. "So, you changed your image." He tousled my hair. "You look great. The girls all stared." "I didn't know it was so important how I looked." I defended myself. He pushed me right away. "Sorry," I winced. "Don't get mad." "It matters a lot how you look. This is San Francisco." I stared at him as if to say it wasn't San Francisco at all. Just down the peninsula somewhere. "Yeah, well, you know, it's here." He defended himself. I smiled, and he knew I wanted him. He put his arm around my neck again. I sank into his muscle hold. "So, come on." He pulled me to math class. At lunch time he followed me to my locker and said, "Come with me. We got to get you into the gang." "Why?" I wanted to hold my ground. "Why? Because we are the ones everyone wants to be with." He was so cocksure, but I liked how he said - we are the ones. "Matt?" I said. He stopped and raised his eyebrows at me. I made him wait. And he waited, until I whispered, "You know what, Matt. We're going to fuck with each other." He grabbed my shirt. "You little shit? Why'd you say that?" He could see I was scared, but I held together. "No, I meant we're going to fuck each other. You and me, in bed." I thought he was going to hit me, but after pushing me away he grabbed me again with the spirit of a wild stallion. I nearly kissed him. "Yeah," I continued, "You're going to fuck me real good." "Don't you fucking ever say shit like that to anyone. You hear?" He frightened me so much, I panted like he did. Then I don't know what came over me. My eyes filled with tears. "Don't, Tom. Don't fucking cry. It's fine. Just don't say shit like that." He seemed frightened now. "I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't mean it. I just meant..." Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Moving out here was a big change. Shit. I'm sorry." I tried to pull away, but he held me. "It's not easy moving. I had a friend. We fucked all the time. I miss him." "Come on, Tommy. Relax. You're fine. You're more than fine. You're hot. OK? You got that? All the girls stared. Just - Just don't say shit like that out here. OK?" He held my head now so I had to look at him. "I'm sorry, Matt. Don't be mad. I think you're great." I said. He stared at me until I knew. "You see? I dared. "We will. And soon, I hope." "Let's go. You got to meet the gang. And keep your mouth shut." His arm around my neck he pulled me across the playground. The edge of the playing court was lined with high bushes, and beyond them the ground sloped steeply downhill. Matt looked around to see if any teachers were looking and then said, "OK, just slide down through this hole in the hedge. Come on, quick. And, Tom." He stopped to implore me. "Don't say shit about us." I nodded, and grinned. Already he'd said it, `about us', like we were friends already. I wanted to kiss him. He grabbed the hair on the top of my head and bent my neck to his shoulder. He could have lowered his face and kissed me right there. We both panted. "Just be cool." He said. I nodded my acquiescence and then grinned to let him know he was not the boss, even though he had me in a neck lock. He released me. "Be cool, Tom, and you'll get what you want. From me, anyway." My eyes shot him the biggest kiss I ever thought of. "Fuck, man. What is it with you?" He puffed up and pushed me away. "It's not me, Matt." I wanted to encourage him. "It's you." Hr grabbed my hair again and bent my neck backwards. Then, like a wild animal, he bit me under the chin in the soft of the throat hard enough to leave toothmarks. I didn't resist, and when he knew he could do what he wanted I felt his tongue lick me gently like a mother dog, slow and warm. Then he growled and said, "Better watch out, Puppy. I got a bite, and I always get what I want." That's how I got the nickname, Puppy, at school. "I hope you want it then." My voice sounded rough after the bite. He growled again, but this time warm like purring. Then he let me go. Under the hedge on the slope were five or six other students. After the dirt-slide of our arrival everyone talked at once. "You're Tom." "Are you Tom?" "Wow, Tom, you sure look different today." "I love your hair, Tom." "Great shirt." I smiled up at Matt who sat in the bushes above me on the slope. Two girls crawled up next to me. "Wow, Tom." One of them said. "That's something." She got right to the point by brushing her hand over the bulge of my crotch. Matt leaned down and whispered, "She loves sucking cock. Just tell her to do it, bitch." I smiled. Her face level with my basket, and her hand brushed against my crotch again. "Go ahead, if you want." I grinned. She looked away bored. "What's your name?" She said it was Karen. "Well, shit, Karen. We only have a half hour." And I popped the buttons of my jeans. My white briefs bulged with succulent meat. Karen's eyes bulged too. I pulled my briefs down and exposed my stiffening cock. "Suck it, bitch. We haven't got all day." And she covered my cock with her mouth, slurping and sucking. "Shit." The other girl said. "Look, everyone. Missy Lickity-lick has to be first." "Who are you?" I asked. She said her name was Ally. "You can suck my balls, Ally. They're nice and sweaty." Ally hesitated. "If you ever want the rest, you better do it, bitch." Matt grinned as Ally slurped one into her mouth, then fought with Karen over my shaft. I looked at Matt. I wanted to kiss him and pulled him by the neck, but he pulled away with a warning look. I returned to the girls. "Come on. Get me off. Who want the cream?" They both pulled my cock toward their mouth. "OK. You can take turns." I stroked myself a few times, clenched my ass and groaned, "Go for it." I aimed first into Karen's mouth. She took a big shot, then over to Ally who wasn't ready for such an amount. Then back to Karen and Ally again. Back and forth until I was done. "Jesus, fucking Christ." Ally said. "You didn't say you were a goddam garden hose. I'm covered in it." "Well, you wanted it." "Shit. We have three more classes. Come on, Karen. Let's go clean up." I looked up at Matt who said amazed, "Not bad, Puppy." I would have sucked him off right then and there, and he knew it. Instead he reached down and squeezed my cock, milking the last drops out. Then he aimed it to Karen's mouth. She took it happily, but Matt looked at me like he would have too. I brushed against his crotch discretely. He was pretty hard, and big. He shot me a glance that withered me. I nodded. "Later," I said to the girls. He grinned at me and nodded in agreement.