Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 09:19:32 -0800 (PST) From: Sargon Bighorn Subject: Parent ? Student ? Teacher Meetings Part 3 A Meeting in Mr. Long's Office. My name is Brent. I'm your typical athletic 16 year old. I'm 5'9" 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. It's not that I am huge; it's that I am fit, active and involved. My third year in an all male private high school is a blast. At 16 life is great. I live with my Dad and enjoy everyday. Because we had to meet with all of our teachers I knew that eventually I'd be scheduled to meet with Mr. Long the Math teacher and Phys Ed. Coach. I really should tell you more about Coach Long who also teaches Math. He's maybe 39 years old. His blondish hair is thinning so he keeps it buzzed, like an athlete would I guess. He's maybe 5'11" and 175 pounds of lean ripped muscle. I think he wears contacts because sometimes he has glasses on and sometimes not. Just a hunch. His body is covered in light reddish-blond hair, but it's not excessive at all. And he's a great Phys Ed coach too. Not that Drill sergeant stuff from my Dad's school years. Coach Long has been a special guest volunteer in my Male Physiology class and seeing his naked flexing sweating body tense in ecstasy under the edging technique demonstrations convinced me that being in great shape one's whole life was the way to go. So I really applied myself to my work outs in school and outside too. The outside stuff was more shooting hoops, running with my Dad and hitting the weights with my Dad when he worked out on Saturday. My Dad worked out during the week too, but he did that in town where he worked. My Dad has a smoking body too. At 50 years old he's still got it. I was putting some books in my locker or taking some out I don't recall when Coach Long approached me. "Hey Brent you have a minute to come to my office? I'd like to have a few minutes with you." He said and then turned around and headed to his office. "Yeah sure I said." Whether he heard me or not I don't know, all that matters is his message got to me. In high school it's a one way dialogue. Teachers speak and are heard, students speak and are not. As I walked down the hall I saw Marcus, Tom, and that ass Bob standing in a cluster talking. Tom Jacking and Marcus Pulling were my friends, Bob not so much. I think they were talking about last semester's Male Physiology class when Coach Long shot his load of sperm into the faces of three of our class mates. It happened like this as I recall because I was asked to assist Mr. Hardwood: (As I continued to edge Coach Long, Mr. Hardwood continued his nipple stimulation demonstration. He moved his hand to Coach Long's left nipple and this one he also gently touched with his finger tips. Coach Long again tensed, his cock pulsed and another huge bead of pre-cum oozed from his cock. I rubbed the pre-cum up and down Coach Long's cock shaft while Mr. Hardwood continued to stimulate his nipple. "Now I will touch both his nipples at the same time class but I'll flick them with my finger nails. Let's see what happens." Mr. Hardwood suggested. I moved to the side so I could look not only at Coach Long's cock but also see what Mr. Hardwood was doing to Coach Long's nipples. As Mr. Hardwood began to flick his finger nails over Coach Long's nipples and I continued to stimulate his cock head and touch his balls, Coach Long moaned really loud. He arched his back and thrust his hips out! With out much warning Coach Long shot directly into the faces of three guys sitting closest to his cock.) Yeah that was one wild class room demonstration. But back to the present and my need to meet Coach Long in his office. I knocked on Coach Long's office door, "May I come in?" "Yes please come in Brent." I heard Coach Long say. I entered Coach Long's office and there was my Dad sitting between Coach Long and Mr. Hardwood, all three seated together on the sofa. CHRIST I thought what have I done now? I froze. Try as I might I could neither speak, move, swallow, nor for a minute breathe. I was frozen with shock. "Brent, son it's okay everything's fine." My Dad laughed and looked at the two other men in the room. "Don't worry son there's no problem. In fact it's quite the opposite." My Dad said. "That's right Brent." Said Mr. Hardwood. "The reason you were asked here is because we have a surprise for you." Mr. Hardwood stood and beamed at me. I had no idea what was coming. "All right a surprise, I guess so, what ever you guys say." I stammered. "Brent, it seems you've been recommended for the `Top Tier' roll." My Dad said as he stood and gave me a hug. He then held me at arm's length and said to me, "You've really applied yourself over the last few semesters and improved your grade point average. Both Coach Long and Mr. Hardwood are going to make a recommendation to the school Dean. "The Top Tier Roll!" I exclaimed. "Me?" I could not believe it. "Great, wow this is great." I was stoked now. I clenched my fist and pulled it back in to my body like a prize fighter might do. "Part of why you're being recommended is your learning the edging techniques so well Brent." Said Mr. Hardwood. "You practiced those skills on your Dad and helped me collect data for my research in Male Physiology class. That makes our school look good to the public when we can show that our students are helping provide scientific information. Coach Long was also very instrumental in that research. And we just wanted you to know how pleased we are with your skills." Mr. Hardwood was smiling that dazzling smile. "I've always wondered Brent how you managed to get your last sperm sample from your Dad. The statistics on the board show a good amount of sperm. What took place?" Mr. Hardwood asked looking at me and then my Dad. "Let me explain that." My Dad interjected. He then began to relate the story of how I got the sperm and edging figures I did. After the Parent -- Student -- Teacher meeting between my Son, me, and Mr. Hardwood things at home and at school ran well. Brent would practice his edging techniques on me almost every night, but most night's I would not be brought to an orgasm. I'd beg, hug, and kiss Brent and then beg some more that he edge me to an explosive orgasm, but he'd chuckle and say, "No Dad, you know I have to supply Mr. Hardwood with accurate figures for the research. Stop begging." And he'd give my hard raging cock one last slow silky stroke before stopping for the night. He left me rock hard with pre cum flowing. But I new it was for his education so I never jacked off myself. This edging of my cock and my begging for sweet release went on for the remainder of the week. When Thursday evening rolled around and Brent knew Friday morning he'd have to write his edging stimulation figures on the class room chart (length of time edged and sperm amount ejaculated) he knew he'd have to take me over the edge with a mind blowing orgasm, collect the sperm ejaculated and finish the school week with 100% homework completed for Male Physiology class. As Mr. Hardwood and Coach Long listened intently to my Dad relating the story I noticed that all three men were now showing a slight bulge in their pants. Coach Long put his hand in his pocket and adjusted his quickly swelling cock. My Dad noticed it to, "Gentlemen it seems only right that you enjoy the telling of this story as much as I enjoyed being a part of it. May I?" My Dad said and point to their bulging crotches. "Uh of course, yes please." Both Coach Long and Mr. Hardwood said together. My Dad then unzipped their pants and with a few movements had both cocks out and in the firm manly grips of his left and right hands. Both Mr. Hardwood and Coach Long would now be stroked by my Dad as he told the story. My Dad continued to relate the night's events: "Dad, it's Male Physiology homework time. Where are you?" Brent yelled into the house assuming his voice was like nature's and everyone heard. No answer. "Hmmm" Brent wondered. Walking through the house Brent called "Dad DAD" a few more times until when he was in the back den he heard my response, "Out here son, I'm sitting out on the back porch. Come out here and join me." Brent made his way through the screen door and there I was sitting only in my boxers in the screened in back porch. It was a balmy evening. The soft lighting on the porch illuminated my buff lean muscled body. My Dad paused and looked at Coach Long and Mr. Hardwood, his constant stroking and stimulation of the cocks had resulted in his hands being slick with pre cum, both my teachers were enjoying every minute of my Dad's stroking their cocks. And said Dad in a matter of fact way while gently stroking my teacher's cocks, "As you guys probably can tell, because you work out too, I have a nice chest, firm stomach with a hint of 6pack abs, arms that turn heads, and a nice light covering of hair." Dad resumed the story but continued to gently stoke the cocks he held in his two hands. Since Brent and I had been practicing edging techniques all week long, when he did call, my cock automatically started to swell as I had learned what edging practice meant. Intense waves of pleasure delivered by my son's gifted hands. So even as I heard Brent enter the porch, I could not help but notice the head of my cock was sticking out the side of my boxers, and a small glistening trail of pre cum was slowly moving down the inside of my thigh. The hair on my leg bending as the silky smooth fluid traveled to drip on the floor. "Here you are" Brent said, "can we get started. I want to try something new on you. Can you keep a secret Dad?" He hesitantly asked me. "Sure Brent you know I can, anything son what is it?" I replied with a kind look, I don't want Brent ever to feel he can't talk to me about school or anything that's important to him for that matter. "Tom Jacking told me that at his Parent -- Student -- Teacher meeting with Mr. Hardwood, Mr. Hardwood had shown Tom a new edging technique and Tom got to try it on his Dad at the meeting. I want to try it on you too but I'm not sure what it really involves." He said to me with a note of pleading. I had a hunch Brent knew this technique and that with the right sort of response he'd show me how it is done. "Well Brent, why don't you start and once I've figured out what it is you're trying to do I'll help if I think you need it. Does that sound useful?" I said to Brent. "Good thinking Dad, I'll get my stuff. Be back in a minute." And then Brent sprinted off the porch to get those things he needs for his class. When he returned to the veranda I had taken off my boxers and was reclining on the cushion laden wicker divan. My muscled arms under my head my fingers interwoven. My ankles crossed, my erect 8 inch cock standing at attention waiting for Brent's stimulation. "Oh Dad you have got to be the sexiest man alive." Brent sighed. Again my Dad looked directly in to the eyes of Mr. Hardwood and exclaimed, "Guys he's the best son anyone could want." "I'm sure he is, yes indeed." Both Coach Long and Mr. Hardwood replied together. And it was very obvious now that all three men were hard. Their cocks clearly outlined in their pants. And Coach Long's pant leg showed a sizable wet spot. Dad continued: Brent moved a small stool up next to my waist, but before he started the timer and the edging session he placed a soft sweet kiss on my forehead. I sighed and closed my eyes. Brent started the timer, dipped his fingers in the Jack off cream and started the fourth and final edging session in order to collect my volume of sperm for class. His fingers, palms, entire hands were skilled pleasure tools. Every part of my cock that he touched elicited a soft moan of pleasure, a sigh of ecstasy. He could glide one hand's fingers over my hard cock while with the other hand's fingers stimulate my nipples. They would harden between his fingers. Each touch of my son's hand on my cock and each resulting pulse or throb told Brent something about my state of arousal. A firm powerful pulse told him orgasm was nearing, a softer pulse usually resulted in a flow of pre cum. After weeks of practice, Brent could edge me for up to three hours without inducing an orgasm. He'd have to stop and let me rest, but he'd never let me lose my erection. His hands never lost contact with my erection. In this way, on this last night when my sperm volume would be measured, Brent kept me on the edge for a full hour and 43 minutes. Did I plead for sweet release, oh yeah I did. "Oh Brent sweet son, take me over the edge, I can't handle this. Ohh ahh son it feels so good." I would moan. But he kept up a slow steady stream of sensation that never let me ejaculate nor let me become flaccid. It was at this stage that Brent began to practice the "secret" technique that Tom Jacker told him about. With out stopping his stimulations on my right nipple he held my cock steady with his free hand and lowered his lips to my pre cum shiny cock head. "Whoa son ugh SON what are you doing!" I gasped in a voice so filled with pleasure I did not think it was me speaking. But Brent did not answer, he did not answer with anything other than his lips totally engulfing my pulsing glans and his tongue lightly dancing over its tight skin. With one hand stimulating my nipples and his lips and tongue stimulating my glans I could feel the stirrings of one powerful orgasm beginning to build. Brent had placed the measuring vial close by, with in reach. But he new he would not be able to collect my sperm with me laying down. I knew there fore what he would do and all I could think was what a fantastic son. Brent continued his edging techniques with his lips on my cock. With each soft pulse of my cock it was not long before he tasted my pre cum. He would then move his mouth down the length of my 8 inch cock spreading the smooth pre cum with his lips. He'd pause at the base and slowly glide his lips back up, applying just the right amount of pressure to bring yet another flow of pre cum up to cover his tongue. "Oh son oh Brent sweet Brent." I moaned. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand. Please let me cum son." I felt my cock begin to powerfully throb and I knew it would not be long now. With the skills and desire of love for someone Brent moved his fingers and lips with all the new found skill he had. "Oh Brent Sweet Baby, here it comes son. Oh YEAH oh YEAH here I come Brent!" I arched my back off the divan, my arms and legs stiffened and I shot load after load of warm sperm into Brent's soft moist mouth. Volley after volley of my sperm entered his mouth and it was all he could do to keep his lips firmly around my ever hardening and wilding pulsing cock. He managed. Man that's my son! As Dad reached this part of the story both Mr. Hardwood and Coach Long moaned almost together and as I watched my Dad's hands continue to stroke their raging hard cocks they both spewed wave after wave of sperm. It ran down my Dad's hands, it ran down their cocks, it seemed to be everywhere. Both my teachers' heads were back and eyes closed as they sent pulse after pulse of cum flowing from their cocks. My Dad was smiling and just looking from one hard cock to the other. Eventually he stopped stroking my teachers and released their softening cocks. Dad finished the story: When I fell back on to the Divan and my cock stopped pulsing I saw Brent quickly reach for the measuring vial and empty the contents of his mouth into it. "And that gentlemen is pretty much how it happened." My Dad cheerfully said to both of my spent and exhausted teachers. "Whew" Mr. Hardwood said as he lay back on the sofa. "Yeah Nice. I envy you Mr. Swelling. It must be nice to have someone like Brent around the house." "I agree." Breathed Coach Long as he too was just lying back on the sofa with his legs spread and his eyes closed. "I hope you know how lucky you are to have such a wonderful son as Brent." Dad's response was fast, "There's no better son to be had than my Brent. He brings me nothing but pleasure." Eventually both Mr. Hardwood and Coach Long gathered themselves, put their cocks back into their pants, stood and said, "Brent we're making our recommendation today. Congratulations again on your hard work." Then we all stood and Dad and I left the office.