Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2008 15:16:58 -0700 From: Rilbur IWFYA Subject: Not In My Wildest Dreams 4 Disclaimer: This story is fictional. All characters and situations come from the mind of the author, potentially inspired from real life events but not based in them. As this story involves sex and sexualized situations, please do not read if your local laws do not allow such material or if such material is offensive to you. 18 and over only please! Anyway, whoops, sorry I took to long getting part four out! *** Author's Note: While some people might find Mrs. Goldstein's ignorance a little difficult to believe, trust me there are people that bad out there. This particular incident came from watching a mother and her son on the bus today. Said son had to explain certain aspects of the "facts of life" to his mother... despite his being the 12 year old. Ouch. Brandon had a fairly normal day at school -- even if he had to keep a book in front of himself, it happened all the time and people understood. It was, after all, a high school. And, of course, he'd gotten off several times that morning to help release the tension. So even if his mind did wander a little, he had it under control. Jeremy, on the other hand... Jeremy's mind wandered all day as he went through his classes, though for the most part he was able to keep his hard-on hidden. And while he kept leaking, the wet spot wouldn't show through jeans that easily. Of course, he ran into a small problem when he changed into the super-thin uniform shorts everyone wore to P. E. The physical activity kept his blood pumping, but couldn't keep his mind off the events of the morning. Everyone noticed -- and twitted him -- about his constant hard on, but his briefs kept it from being too obscene. Of course, his already soaked briefs couldn't do anything about containing the copious flow of material coming out of the tip of his rock-hard cock. Halfway through the period, his teacher called him out. "Yes, Mrs. Goldstein?" he panted. "Jeremy, I know we don't usually encourage students to go to the restroom during class, but if you're desperate, you *can* ask," she replied uncomfortably. Jeremy just looked blank and she sighed. "Son, I can tell your bladder is overfull -- your, um, leaking." Jeremy glanced down, and touched the wet spot. "Um... thats... not pee." "What are you talking about? Of course it is!" Mrs. Goldstein didn't even realize the minefield she was walking into. Jeremy realized this abruptly and blushed. He had two choices, and he didn't know which one to take. Both would be fun, though! Either lecture the teacher, or make her "educate" him... decisions, decisions... "No Mrs. Goldstein, it isn't." "Well, what else could it be?" she asked exasperated. Clearly if she didn't know, he was going to have to go with plan A. "Its pre-cum, Mrs. Goldstein." "What?" Suddenly she went red. "Well, when a boy gets hard -- thats so he can stick his dick in a girl, you know -- he can emit this thing called pre-ejaculatory fluid, usually called pre-cum. Some boys produce a little, but I produce a lot." Mrs. Goldstein just blushed and stammered, and those near enough to overhear the conversation started giggling. Seventh grade was going to be fun today -- naughty fun! "You can use it as lube to masturbate -- which releases the pressures that cause you to have an erection, though thats a purely temporary release -- though some guys like to taste it instead." a chorus of "ewws" followed, naturally. Though a few got suddenly thoughtful -- or guilty -- looks on their faces. Mrs. Goldstein spluttered and finally managed to spit out "Go back to what you were doing!" Jeremy ran back to the basketball game grinning. Noticing her attention on his crotch, he decided to shake his but just a *little* more than strictly necessary. Her blush got even worse as she looked away. Jeremy grinned and ignored the frequent glances at his equipment, though said equipment kept pulsing and enjoying the attention. Class ended soon, and he scooted off to grab lunch -- you had to feed a hungry cock, after all! Didn't want it going hungry! After lunch, he got called to the principles office. The principle's eyes locked onto his (still evident) condition when he walked in the room, before the principle pulled his eyes up and smiled, indicating a chair. "You aren't in trouble Jeremy, please, sit." Jeremy sat quickly, grateful for the desk that now hid his equipment. His jeans didn't do a good job, his briefs weren't keeping his gear 'in line', and life was getting embarrassing. Everyone wanted an eyeful of the now infamous erection. "Yes Mr. Focker." The principle winced and insisted, "Please, call me Tom. I insist." Jeremy hid his urge to grin. Of course he'd insist, given a name like Focker! "Actually, Jeremy, I called you here to apologize for the incident earlier. You shouldn't have been subjected to that." "You mean with Mrs. Goldstein?" Jeremy asked quietly. "Yes. She... she was deeply disturbed by her failure to handle the situation more appropriately. Normally, when something goes wrong, we'd involve the parents in the apology, but given the exact nature of the error... well, I already contacted the school board, and they agree a more discreet resolution is in order. For your sake, as much as the schools. "Parents?!" Jeremy bolted upright when that sank in. "God, no!" Mr. Focker laughed, "Thats pretty much how we thought you'd react to the idea. As I said, we decided not to go the whole route. We're going to quietly reorganize things, insist on better training for teachers with regards to... changing physical characteristics of the students. I... don't need to explain myself, do I?" Jeremy shook his head, "I getcha. Make sure the teachers know what happens during puberty, and how *not* to react to it. Don't want more Mrs. Goldstein's perving out on little ol' me!" Mr. Focker shot Jeremy a sharp look. "Explain that, please." "Um..." Jeremy squirmed, embarrassed. "Well, after I... um... Mrs. Goldstein was really embarrassed by her mistake, she kept looking at me. I kinda... well..." Jeremy looked away. "Was she looking at you down there?" Mr. Focker asked, concerned. "Well, only 'cause... well... I couldn't help it, it was so funny to watch her blush!" Mr. Focker suddenly connected the dots. "Oh. So thats why..." he started laughing. "You did it to her deliberately! Oh God thats hilarious. Completely wrong of you, but hilarious." The attempt at a stern reprimand was worse that useless, and Mr. Focker knew it, but it *was* hilarious. "She mentioned how you, ah, 'wagged your behind' at her. I just thought..." he broke down in laughter. "I'm sorry, I just thought it was something you'd picked up from TV and didn't understand. Martha is going to love this one when I tell her! It goes right with your having 'lectured' her on the practical..." "Martha?" Jeremy asked. "My wife," Mr. Focker explained. "Now, I think you need to get back to class. Given the state of your clothing, I might recommend a trip by the restroom first to... release the tension, I believe you phrased it?" "Um, sir..." Jeremy blushed. "I know, there aren't any stall doors -- stupid decision, I'm still fighting to get it fixed -- but if you go right now there shouldn't be anyone around. Just have Mrs. Fletcher call me if she thinks your *too* late to class." "But, um, Mr. Focker..." Jeremy squirmed. "Whats wrong Jeremy? And please, call me Tom!" the principle leaned forward, concerned. "I mean, you'll have privacy, and clearly you need the relief... And its obvious you've, ah, got the lube... Is there something wrong?" "I... I need to wait until I get home... I..." "What?" various concerns ran through Mr. Focker's face. "Is it something with your parents?" Jeremy shook his head. "Someone older than you?" Jeremy started to nod, than shook his head. "Another kid?" Jeremy looked away. Mr. Focker hid a slight smile. "Some kind of dare, I take it?" "Close enough," Jeremy muttered. Mr. Focker laughed again. "I'm not even going to ask, Jeremy. But you might want to consider if this is what your dare was meant to do." Jeremy just kept his eyes to the side. "May I be excused, Mr. Focker?" "Get to class Jeremy," Mr. Focker stood up to let him out of the room. Jeremy wasn't sure, but it looked like his pants were fuller than when the meeting had started. Which was amusing enough that he considered some more but wiggling. Then again, Mr. Focker knew he was doing it deliberately, which could mean trouble... decisions, decisions. Jeremy wiggled his butt all the way to class. Where Mrs. Fletcher informed him that, "While your obscene behavior may be tolerated elsewhere, in my class room you will behave more appropriately!" Given that her stare was on his crotch, Jeremy almost wondered if she was talking about the butt wiggling or the erection. When she called him after class, he found out. "Young man, I don't know what you've got in your pants, but pull it out, *now*. Its not amusing." "What are you talking about?" Jeremy demanded, exasperated. "Whatever your using to make it look like your penis is ten times its size, you little idiot!" she snapped at him. Jeremy was only twelve years old. Jeremy was a student. Jeremy was a child. Jeremy was *not* an idiot. And he was not one to suffer this kind of abuse lightly. He turned, grabbed his backpack, and left the spluttering teacher behind. He strode into the office, red face caused by anger this time, and just walked right into Mr. Focker's office -- where a meeting was already in place. "Mr. Focker, I need to talk to you soon. As in *now*." Mr. Focker raised his eyebrows, and the two gentlemen with him turned to look at Jeremy. "Jeremy, does this have to do with our discussion earlier?" Jeremy nodded curtly. "Something just happened, and..." words failed him. "Is this the boy?" one of the men asked, and Mr. Focker nodded. "Jeremy, these men are from the school board -- we were just discussing the situation you were in this morning. Close the door, you can talk in front of them." Jeremy did so and stood there, trembling. "I just... Mr. Fletcher... she..." he was at a loss for words. Mr. Focker leaned forward and indicated a seat. "Please, tell us however you can get it out. We won't mind if its phrased... badly." Jeremy sat and looked Mr. Focker in the eyes. "I want the bitch fired." The three adults rocked back in their seats. "What?!" they demanded in unison. "She just... she..." Jeremy shook with rage. "I don't remember her exact words... but she saw my dick and then when class was over... she... she told me to pull it out!" Mr. Focker shot upright. "Bloody fucking hell!" he swore. Jeremy blushed, realizing he'd screwed up. "Not like that! I mean she thought it was a toy or something!" Mr. Focker cocked his head, then blinked. "Oh.. He reflexively wiped his mouth. "She thought you were... um..." "She thought I'd stuffed something in my pants to look big," Jeremy nodded. "I just... I couldn't handle it, I walked out on her." Mr. Focker grabbed the phone on his desk and punched in an extension. "Hello Mrs. Fletcher... why yes, I was just calling you about that... no, not going to... because you were the one who was... no, you were out of line... Mrs. Fletcher, I'd love to hear you explain to me how you became an expert on pubescent genitalia... I mean that for all you know, that was real... well I have evidence that he's developing a little early... shut up for one moment and let me... Mrs. Fletcher, I think you can expect a call from the school board!" Mr. Focker slammed the phone down. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but it looks like the situation is even more out of hand than I thought. Jeremy, go ahead to your next class, and don't worry about Mrs. Fletcher. I'm afraid we're going to have to call your parents about *this* situation, but we'll try to keep it as unembarrassing as possible." Jeremy stalked out, still angry. Thankfully, the rest of his classes passed without too much incident. Unfortunately, his walk to the bus stop took him right pass a snarling Mrs. Fletcher, being escorted by the two elderly gentlemen Mr. Focker had been talking to earlier. Her words were.. impressive. Then she saw him. "I'll show you!" she screamed, and suddenly attack him. Grabbing his pants, she yanked downward. Her grip was strong enough that his jeans slid right off his hips, along with his briefs. His suddenly loose cock snapped upwards, loosing a splatter of pre-cum all over the shocked face of his former English teacher. Who rocked back on her heels in shock. Jeremy stood there, rooted to the ground, as everyone around snickered. He couldn't believe... how could she... in front of half the school, no less! One of the two gentlemen grabbed Mrs. Fletcher, and the other, seeing his evident distress, stepped in front of him. Trying to help out, he squated down to try and pull the clothes back up. Jeremy reflexively stepped away and tripped on his jeans. Kicking out of them, he sprinted away from the situation -- cock leading the way, and pre-cum leaving a trail. He had no idea where he was going. He ran across the street, traffic screaming and horns honking at the sudden interruption -- then screams following as they noticed his disheveled state. Much to his later dismay, a news crew was doing a piece on the high school and was in a perfect position to catch footage of his run. Jeremy ran for what felt like miles before a siren grabbed his attention as a police car pulled up in front of him. He started running the other way without even looking, and bounced off another officer who'd been trying to catch up with him. Actually seeing it was a cop, he just grabbed hold of the man and wouldn't let go. One of the officers pulled a blanked from somewhere and wrapped it around him before giving him a ride back to the school. Where half the staff seemed to be waiting for him. The principle and cops did their best to shield him from view as they escorted him to the principle's office, where he was given his pants back. Looking at his sodden underwear, he decided not to bother. At the very least, his horny dick had decided to hide from view for a while anyway. He zipped his jeans up carefully while the principle did his best to apologize. Jeremy's dad pulled up within half an hour and drove him him. The principle tried to get them to stay for a moment, but Jeremy's dad just decked the man and walked out, hand over his son's shoulder. The principle decided not to make an issue over it and -- after some argument -- the cops agreed that the man should be excused. His son had just been assaulted by a teacher in a manner that could only be termed "sexual", and its hard to not overreact to such a thing. On the way home, Jeremy just sat, staring out the window, unable to think. Unable to speak. "Son, are you alright?" "No." Jeremy answered flatly. His father sighed. "Tell me about it. Please." "Which part? It started with Mrs. Goldstein in PE -- she thought I'd wet my pants! Then, in English, Mrs. Fletcher thought I'd stuck something in my pants to make my bulge look bigger, only it was my cock. Which has been hard all day 'cause I'm horny, and leaking like a motherfucker besides!" Jeremy ducked his head for that slip of the tongue. "Under the circumstances, I think I went temporarily deaf there," his dad muttered, red-faced. "I... well... continue." "I didn't like the way Mrs. Fletcher talked to me, so I went to talk to the principle. He didn't like it either, and called her up. They... I think she got into it with him over the phone. I left for class, and everything was fine until I was going to the bus stop. I walked by her, and, well..." Jeremy couldn't continue. "I... I don't *want* to hear it Son, but I *need* to hear it. I think." His father was just as uncomfortable with this discussion as Jeremy was, and somehow that made Jeremy feel better. "Two men -- from the school board, I think -- were having a discussion with her when she saw me. She decided to... she still thought I'd stuffed something in my pants... so she pulled my pants off. In front of everyone." "Thats... bad." Jeremy's dad almost couldn't speak. "I was so... and when she pulled them off, she did it so quick my dick... it snapped up after being released... and, well... I kinda hit her in the face." "You hit your teacher?!" Jeremy's dad almost screamed. "I couldn't help it -- when my dick snapped like that the pre-cum just flew into her face!" "You hit your... wait... you hit her with... um... your... ah..." "Yeah." "Oh." Jeremy's dad was silent for a bit. "And then?" "Well, one of the school board guys tried to help me. He stood right in front of me to shield me, and then tried to help me pull my pants up. But when he reached for them, I just stepped away -- I don't know why -- and fell on my ass. It hurt." "Jeremy, watch it," came the warning. "I fell on my butt, ok?!" Jeremy snapped back, upset. "I've got better things to worry about than my fuckin' language!" "Which is why you aren't -- yet! -- grounded young man." "OK, ok... Anyway, I fell on my *butt*. It hurt. Half the school was staring at me, and I just... I panicked. I kicked my jeans off my feet and I ran. I just... ran. Some cops saw me and tried to help, but I kept running... until finally I ran into one and stopped long enough to see he was a cop. After that, I just broke down." "Sounds like a bad day, Son." "And it started out so *nice*," Jeremy muttered. "Oh, tell me please," his dad replied. "Um... just a good day." "Sounds like theres more to it than that." "Well... um..." His dad smiled and blushed. "You Mom and I wanted to talk to you and Brandon about something tonight." "Er..." Jeremy didn't like where this was going. "You two were loud enough to wake us up, and you forgot to lock your door besides." "Uh-oh." Jeremy fell back into his seat. "You aren't... you aren't in trouble for... for... um... well, for giving eachother-" "Dad!" Jeremy protested. "Just... I know I'm not comfortable... You're just a fuckin' kid!" Jeremy blinked. "That makes a difference?" "Well... yeah. I can... its easier... well, with the guys... um..." Jeremy's dad took a deep breath. "When its just 'the guys' I don't have a problem talking about sex, but when it comes to kids I get really uncomfortable. Your mom is worse -- she can't even talk about it to me, much less anyone else." "Er..." "Anyway... God this is hard... She and I talked it over a long time ago, and she doesn't like it... But she understands." "Er... um... You mean..." "We're getting sound proofing installed so we don't have to go the motel, and you guys don't have to worry about broadcasting every time... every... when you... um... God this is hard!" "When we get vocal?" "Yeah." "Cool." "You and your brother... what did.... um, how did... oh damn it, what did you guys try and do?" Jeremy glanced away. "I... I don't wanna..." "Son, you need... we need... your Mom is going to wonder if this morning... and what happened... well, if it made today... worse." "All this morning did was... was make me horny. Horny as hell." "Oh. I'm surprised... I would have thought... well, how many times did you get off?" "Once." "Once?!" his dad shouted. "You guys only shot once?! Damnit, *I* don't have that kind of control, and you're telling me *you* two do?!" "Erm, actually... No." "Huh?" "Brandon... um... He was..." Mr. Ramos wasn't a dummy, he could connect the dots. "He was teasing you." "Well... yeah." "I trust you gave as good as you got?" "Well, um... he creamed while I was fucking him, so..." A moment of silence before his dad could talk, "Son, I think we just veered into TMI land." "Oh, sorry." Jeremy figured they'd hit Too Much Information land from the beginning, but ok. "Let me rephrase: how often did both of you 'cream', and did he get whatever he got?" "Um... bro creamed three times, once when he jacked, once when he jacked me, and once in the shower. He... um... I never... He took it both times." Mr. Ramos was shifting uncomfortably. "So you never... um... caught?" "No." "I'm not going to tell you guys how to do things, but doesn't that sound a little... unfair?" "He wanted it. Nearly killed himself trying to get it in the first time." "What?" "Er, well,, in bed, he tried to hop on... um it hurt him too badly, I, ah, had to throw him off." "You're talking about... fucking?" Mr. Ramos wasn't comfortable at all, but he did have his sons' welfare at heart. "Yeah." "Did you remember... um... lube? And to stretch?" "Um... what?" "God... Remind me when we get home... oh fuck I... Damnit, I guess I'll have to... this fucking stinks!" Mr. Ramos pulled into the drive and Jeremy got out. Once inside, Jeremy put his stuff in his room before coming back downstairs. Mr. Ramos was on the phone, lettings Mrs. Ramos know everything was alright. Jeremy was starting to get annoyed with only hearing one side of these conversations. "Bad day... yeah... no, it set the scene but didn't really cause anything... do you really... alright, you asked! It made him so 'horny' that he was running around... I told you you didn't want... good idea, dear... well, the big problem was when one of his teachers thought he was 'stuffing' his pants to improve his bulge-size... no, I'm not kidding... do I need to answer that?... well, it wasn't a problem then and there... yeah, he reported the incident to the principle, and the principle took steps to deal with it... well, the emergency came later, the teacher in question was being escorted off campus, saw him, and decided to prove her point by showing them he was 'stuffing'... by pulling his pants off... yeah, she did... no, he didn't... ran away in a panic... turn on the what?" Jeremy had walked over to the TV and turned it on, but his dad just snatched the remote up and turned it to the local news channel. Jeremy's face was blocked out well enough that you couldn't see a thing -- thank God! -- but unfortunately, the blanking out of his dick obscured details, but not size. Everyone in town now knew *exactly* how big Jeremy was. The only thing that could be worse... The reporter cut away to a live segment with the principle, asking what had happened. "I'm not free to go into details until I work things out with the family involved, but in short the boy was attacked by one of his teachers." "Why?" "As I said, I'm not free to go into details, but in brief, the school failed to adequately prepare teachers for the possibility of early development. As a result, a situation developed in which one of his teachers decided to 'prove' a point by attempting to remove his pants. She wasn't aiming for his briefs as well -- she simply wanted to prove that the... well, the bulge in his pants had been artificially enhanced. And thats really all I can say for the moment." "This is Erica Clarksen, with-" Mr. Ramos turned the channel off. "Excuse me Dad, I need to... I can't..." Mr. Ramos just folded his son into a great big hug, which they stayed in for a few seconds until the slamming of the front door let them know Brandon was home. "Hey Dad, whatcha doin' home so early?" "There was a situation at the school... I had to pick your brother up." "Oh no, what happened?" Brandon asked. "I'll... er... why don't you two go upstairs and I'll let Jeremy explain it." "Oh... kaaaay," Brandon said at last. "And by the way, you two, I won't... um, its three-thirty now, your mother doesn't get home until five-thirty... Neither of us will... ah... disturb you... until at least six." Mr. Ramos wasn't comfortable, at all, with this situation. Brandon blinked, jaw dropping. Jeremy just walked over and whispered into his ear, then the two of them scampered upstairs to talk about things. *** "She *what*?!" Brandon exclaimed, giggling. "She thought I'd wet my pants!" Jeremy repeated, infected by his brother's laughter. The two giggled for a while over the various events of the day, until they hit The Big One. "She *WHAT*?!" Brandon screamed. "She... she ripped my pants off!" "Bloody fucking bitch!" "Boys, LANGUAGE!" came a bellow from downstairs. "How the fuck... *why* the fuck... I'll kill her!" "You'll have to get in line, bro, I think the principle and the cops are already on it." Jeremy almost snickered. "Yeah, well... no wonder Dad had to come get you, shit!" "Well, you missed the best part too..." "What?" "When she did it, she got a face full of cock... when it snapped up hard enough to send pre-cum flying. Right into her face." This time Jeremy could laugh over what happened. Its amazing what the therapeutic powers of a brotherly conversation can do! Brandon looked blank for a few seconds, then started laughing himself. Finally their conversation wound down about the events of the day. "Jer, I'm sorry, I didn't realize... well, if I'd known..." "Brandon, um... I liked it." "What?" "I... I was horny all day... and I liked it. I liked being horny." "You... liked it?" "Oh, I didn't like some of the stuff that happened... but being hard all day was fun!" "Oh really?" "Yeah..." Jeremy had scooted closer to his brother. "But now its time to cum!" Jeremy jumped on his brother, forcing him to the bed. The two wrestled for a while before Brandon was pinned, face down, on the bed. Both of them froze when Jeremy's resurgent hard-on pressed into his brother's ass. "Time... to get rid of these clothes, bro..." Jeremy whispered. "And Dad said... a few things..." he was grinding his crotch into his brother's ass now, panting, "that will help us get it on..." Brandon groaned and ground back, helplessly. *** Please remember that your e-mails as feedback are the only payment I get for writing this story, so send them! Use the story name as the subject line and feel free to critique any parts that don't work well, any mispellings, or other stupidity! With the next part, we will return to your regularly schedules sex-fest.