Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 01:34:18 -0400
From: slammycockinyourass85@gmail.com
Subject: Little Timmy's Long Day - Chapter 2

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between a nine year old boy and adult men, one of whom is his father. Any
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Little Timmy's Long Day

Chapter 2

Little Timmy finally made it to his class without any more interruptions.
He entered the classroom right in the middle of a math lesson. He felt his
face flush red as everyone focused their attention on the short nine year
old boy who had arrived late. Even though he knew it was impossible, he was
paranoid that his classmates and teacher, Mrs. Reynolds, could somehow tell
what his father and Phil the janitor had done to him to cause him to be so
late. He would be humiliated if anyone found out. He took his seat at his
desk (his little bubble butt slightly sore from the two poundings he had
taken from his father earlier that morning) and class continued as usual.

Then it was time for gym class. The class filed through the hallways, into
the locker rooms to change into their gym uniforms, and then into the
gymnasium to be greeted by the gym teacher, Mr. Safar, and his teacher's
assistant, a young woman fresh out of college.

"Good morning, class!" Mr. Safar said to the group of third graders. He was
a tall middle-aged man of Arab descent, hairy and somewhat muscular, with
golden eyes, cropped dark hair, olive skin, and a strong jawline covered in
stubble. It was easy to tell he had once been an athlete in his youth but
had let his athleticism fade a little bit in his later years. He was still
very handsome and attractively thick where it counted. His voice, deep but
soothing, reverberated within the large gymnasium.

"Today, I have some work to do in my office, so I'm gonna let my assistant
here lead class. She will let me know if any of you misbehave, so don't
give her any trouble. I'm gonna need a helper with my work, so anyone want
to volunteer?" Mr. Safar told the class.

The majority of the third graders raised their hands. "How about you,
Timmy?" Mr. Safar asked, despite the fact that little Timmy had not raised
his hand to volunteer. The other third graders groaned in disappointment.
They figured the gym teacher was playing favorites since Timmy was the
principal's son. Mr. Safar started walking toward his office, which was
located in the boys locker room connected to the gym. "Come on, Timmy!
We've got a lot work to do!" he said. Little Timmy sighed, slumped his
shoulders, and obeyed.

Once they were inside the office, Mr. Safar locked the door behind them and
quickly stripped out of his blue gym shorts. He left on his plain gray
t-shirt and white tennis shoes. He was wearing a jockstrap which emphasized
his considerable bulge and perfectly framed his hairy, thick ass cheeks.
"Alright, little guy, let's get started!" he told little Timmy with an
excited smile.

In the gym, the teacher's assistant, Ms. Teller, was having the class run a
few laps in order to get their blood pumping. She placed her hands on her
hips as her whistle rested in her lips. She watched the class with rapt
attention as they ran or jogged circles around the gymnasium.

In the gym teacher's office, Mr. Safar was now sitting in the chair at his
desk while little Timmy sat in between his hairy legs. He had let his uncut
eight inch erection loose from his jockstrap and Timmy was busy sucking and
bobbing up and down on the shaft. "That's it, little guy. Oh yeah. Take
good care of my cock there, little guy. Shit. I know you like it," Mr.
Safar was saying as he felt the hot, wet mouth of the little boy pleasure
his tool. Timmy was not really liking it necessarily, but he did appreciate
that Mr. Safar kept his dark pubes trimmed. The gym teacher placed his
large hairy hand on the back of Timmy's small head, playing with the soft
brown hair on top. He guided the blowjob so more of his cock went into
Timmy's small mouth. He moaned as he felt his dick reach the back of the
little boy's tight throat. Timmy gagged and coughed, but didn't stop
swallowing the thick member. "Fuck, little guy, you're so good at this. Uh!
Oh yeah. I love whenever I can get you alone! Oh! It's been too long!" Mr.
Safar said as he relished in the little boy's expert fellatio. It had only
been about a week and a half since Mr. Safar had last gotten to use little
Timmy, but that was too long to wait for another opportunity, in his
opinion. He would use any excuse he could to get some alone time with the
little boy.

Back in the gymnasium, Ms. Teller had organized a friendly game of
dodgeball with the class. She observed as the children giggled and ran up
and down the court, lobbing dodgeballs at the opposing team. She blew her
whistle every time she saw anyone get hit with the dodgeball, letting them
know they were now out of the game. The children continued playing with
frenetic energy.

In Mr. Safar's office, things had moved on from little Timmy blowing the
horny gym teacher's cock to licking his asshole. Timmy really didn't like
doing this, mostly because Mr. Safar's hole was hairy and always tasted
kind of gross. It didn't smell all that great, either. But that didn't
matter to Mr. Safar, who was bent over his desk moaning and groaning about
the small tongue flicking at his hole, the little boy's head buried deep in
between his hairy ass cheeks. "Yeah, really get in there, little guy. Fuck
that's good. Oh yeah. I needed this for awhile now! Yeah, eat my ass,
little guy!" Mr. Safar exclaimed.

Back in the gym, the dodgeball game was now just two students trying to get
each other out to determine the winning team. Their classmates loudly
cheered them on from the sidelines. Finally, one of the final boys hit the
other's arm with a dogdeball, getting him out and cementing the win. His
teammates cheered and jumped at their victory.

Back in the gym office, it was now little Timmy who was bent over Mr.
Safar's desk, his short smooth legs dangling because his feet didn't reach
the floor. His blue gym shorts and tighty-whities had been pulled off and
thrown on the floor and his plain white t-shirt had been shoved up to his
small shoulders. Mr. Safar was behind him, shoving his slicked-up cock in
and out of Timmy's tiny hole. The desk banged noisily against the wall as
the big gym teacher sodomized the little boy. The objects on the desk
shifted back and forth in rhythm with the hard fucking and the framed
picture of Mr. Safar's wife and children had fallen over.  "UH! Fuck you're
so tight, little guy. OH! No matter how many times I do this, it's always
tight! UH! Your little butt is amazing! UNF!" Mr. Safar said, his large
hand on the small of Timmy's back, his other hand steadying himself on the
desk. Timmy was gritting his teeth, trying his best not to squeal from the
repeated, consistent thrusting of Mr. Safar's cock deep into his tiny hole.
The little boy felt a vague sense of pleasure from the fucking, but mostly
his hips were hurting from being pressed into the desk whenever the adult
man's cock pushed into him. He heard the class cheer from the gymnasium and
worried if they could hear the banging of the desk or the loud, wet
smacking of the sex. The loud grunts and moans from Mr. Safar didn't help
to relieve his worrying. But Mr. Safar didn't seem to be worried about it
as he continued to hump little Timmy's soft butt, watching the perfectly
round cheeks bounce and jiggle off of his gyrating pelvis. The gym teacher
huffed and puffed as he worked over the little boy's bubble butt.

In the gymnasium, the class was now having races up and down the gym. Ms.
Teller blew her whistle at the start of every race and the children ran
back and forth, trying their best to outrun each other. The gym was filled
with chatter, the sound of shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor, and the
occasional shrill whistle to signal the start of each race. No one seemed
to notice the muffled banging noises or grunting coming from within Mr.
Safar's office.

Back in the gym teacher's office, little Timmy was relieved when Mr. Safar
had him get on his back on top of the desk. It was a much more comfortable
position to be fucked in as his legs bounced against the gym teacher's
solid chest. Timmy's outstretched arms tried their best to steady his small
frame on the desk as Mr. Safar relentlessly pulverized his little butt with
quick, feverish thrusts. The man's head was back, his mouth open with a
pleasured smile, as he continued to impale Timmy. "Oh fuck. UH! It's
coming, little guy. UNF! Fuck yeah! UNF! UH!" Mr. Safar grunted. His orgasm
was quickly approaching. The gym teacher shot a quick glance at the clock
on the wall of his office and saw there was only about five minutes left of
class. The boys in the gym class would soon be coming into the locker room
attached to the office in order to change out of their gym uniform, so he
needed to unload up into Timmy's tight little bubble butt soon. He went
back to focusing on the tiny hole massaging his cock. With only a few more
hard poundings, the orgasm had arrived. Timmy felt some relief as Mr. Safar
let out a long groan and his cock twitched and squirted cum deep inside
him. The man panted and his now sweaty chest heaved as he looked down at
the little boy's sweet face after the orgasm had waned. "God you are such a
great fuck, little guy," he told little Timmy between his heavy breaths. He
pulled out of the little boy's hole with a soft popping sound. Timmy got
off the desk and started to go toward one of the shower stalls in the
locker room to clean up, but not before Mr. Safar playfully slapped one of
his swollen butt cheeks. The gym teacher enjoyed watching the jiggle as the
little boy exited his office.

Back in the gym, Ms. Teller gave a long whistle and shouted to the class,
"Alright, everyone. Get changed and go back to class!" The children, sweaty
and panting from the physical activity, began to file into the locker rooms
connected to the gym. As the boys piled into the locker room, they saw
little Timmy already back in his school uniform and standing calmly,
waiting to join his classmates in returning to class. Mr. Safar came out of
his office with a giant smile, but his gray t-shirt now had dark sweat
stains on it.

"Everyone hurry and get dressed! Get back to class!" Mr. Safar told the
group of rowdy boys. He saw little Timmy standing there and gave him a
wink. When his classmates were ready, the little boy joined them in their
walk back to class.

Ms. Teller was standing in the hallway, making sure all of the third
graders were heading back to class. She spotted little Timmy among the
crowd. "Did you have fun helping Mr. Safar today, Timmy?" she asked
innocently, unaware of the real "work" that had taken place in the gym
teacher's office.

Little Timmy gave forced a smile and answered, "Yep!" Ms. Teller smiled
back at him. When she was out of view, he let out a sigh, knowing he had
lunch in less than an hour, and knowing what was still to come.



I really appreciate all the feedback I got for Chapter 1! I hope you
enjoyed Chapter 2! Chapter 3 should be out soon! And, as always, comments
welcome!