“Asshole,” I mumbled.
“Two hundred it is!”
Annoyed I took my seat. Already dragged down by the prospect of having to skip my break. Shoemaker was one of those people I regally had troubles with. Quite frankly, all of my teachers were. But he was a man in particular. It was not the fact that I truly didn’t like him, it was the fact that I actually did. He saw through my façade and knew how to take up with my crap. He was friendly but strict at the same time. His heavy voice had a way of supporting him in that role.
Lately I had been more obstinate than usual. Maybe because of all the changes I went through with my inner self. Being alert in class always had been a weak point, but during recent French lessons it had been more difficult than ever. All I could focus one were Shoemaker’s broad hairy forearms that often were revealed by a coiled-up sweater – which today had a V shaped neck that exposed some of his chest hair.
Ever since the experience with my older neighbor I had began to view the men around me in a different light. No longer was I trapped within the standards of society that told me men could only be attractive if they were young, slim, smooth and handsome. My eyes had opened up to hairy bears and older men.
Although Shoemaker was not that old nor fat. I guessed he had to be somewhere between thirty and forty and his build was quite athletic. He was very tall with broad shoulders, a wide chest and firm arms and legs. But his face was not particularly handsome. At least not if the men in Hollywood were the norm for what was. He had absolutely no hair on his head, wore a pair of thick glasses which shrunk his blue eyes, and when he smiled his teeth showed to be somewhat crooked. But nevertheless, I couldn’t stop the thought of feeling his warm body against mine.
Class appeared to last forever. How in the hell could I’ve been so stupid as to leave the Ben Wa balls in. And now I also had to sit through recess before I could take them out.
When the bell rang, I tried to sneak away with the crowd, in the hope Shoemaker had forgotten about the incident at the start of that lesson.
“Sit!” he immediately corrected me.
“Can I just take a quick visit to the restroom?”
“No, you cannot! Someone who made a nine-minute-long toilet visit has no need to make one again forty minutes later. What do you take me for?”
Damn! Me and my big mouth, I thought, why did I tell him I came from the toilet.
James Shoemaker put a blanc paper on my desk. “I wrote the example on the first line, you only have to follow it. Whatever amount you can’t finish during this recess you will take home. If you don’t have it with you by the next class, I will contact your mother.”
“One hundred lines, right?”
“Two hundred! Now quite the nonsense and start writing.”
He took a seat behind his desk and started to work on the pile of papers in front of him. The long holidays that came with being a teacher sounded like a great perk to me, but grading papers on the other hand made the job seem less desirable.
I began writing but after the first twenty lines it already felt like a drag. There were still one hundred and eighty to go.
Looking over at Shoemaker, I saw how he nibbled at his big thumb while he stared at his desk with a big frown of concentration. His forearm seemed even broader in its supporting position, and I wished to stroke its hairy skin and suck the big thumb. But not only the thumb. I felt a swift trembling through my body by the thought alone and I rubbed my pants a little to calm a rising boner. The marbles still poking my inner rear began to feel exciting again as my fantasies took over. Imagining how good it must feel if Shoemaker took me over his desk right then and there. I kept grinding my ass on the wooden chair, in search for the right spot for the Ben Wa balls to tickle me from the inside, and I sneakily slid my left hand into my pants.
Shoemaker was still caught up in his work. He didn’t even seem to pay attention to what I was doing.
Cautiously I opened my zipper from under my desk and I wriggled my half erect penis through the cotton, while I pretended as if I was still writing by scrawling a little on the paper. Attentively I observed the cleavage of his toned chest that peeped through the V shaped collar. I wondered what his nipples would be like. Would they have a little tip for me to nibble on? Just like he was still nibbling on his big thumb. Oh, how I would have loved for him to press that into my ass. Preferably while still dripping wet of saliva, to loosen me up and make me ready for his glans. Although the marbles in my rear already had taken that task. They had kept me so wide for the past hour that I could take his dick in an instant if he wanted me to.
All of the sudden he looked up. “What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.
“N-nothing, just writing.” I tried to put my dick back into my pants, but my boner turned out to be too big for the small opening in my zipper, and I couldn’t manage to tuck it back in before the teacher reached my desk.
“Show me what’s in your hands – NOW!” he said.
“Alright alright. I have nothing. You see.”
“Stand up!”
“But…”
“Up!”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. But he wasn’t about to let it go and he pulled me off the chair by my neck.
“What is… this?!” he asked shocked. For a moment he didn’t seem to know where to look. “I thought you were playing with your phone, but apparently you were playing with… something else. What in God’s name do you have to say for yourself?”
His loud voice speaking to me in a didactic manner didn’t help to soften my dick. I had been in this type of situation before. Maybe this time instead of going through a long scene of denial I just had to go for it.
“Fuck me!” I said.
“Excuse me? Are you nuts?!”
Or maybe I had better not.
He pulled away from me and stroked his hands over his shining scalp, as if he had no idea how to handle the situation. While I just kept waiting for something to happen. For him to tell me that I had to leave. Or stay for that matter. Although the latter seemed rather unlikely. He probably would drag me off to see the principal. I wasn’t even sure what I felt at that moment. Was I even upset, or was it excitement that went through me? Over the fact that I had dared to do the unthinkable. And in the state of rush I was in I just kept standing there with my stiff cock pointing towards my teacher.
He headed for the door. But instead of leaving the room he just turned the lock. He turned around and looked at me.
“Sit!” he said determinately.
“Do I have to put it –”
“– Sit!”
As a good schoolboy I did as my teacher said and I sat down while my erect penis still stuck out of my pants.
Shoemaker walked towards me and stopped in front of my desk. We were back to the same situation as in which we had started. But this time all secrets were out on the table. Literally. Because within a few seconds he had removed his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor.
A nice uncut trunk dangled in front of my eyes. But opposite to mine it was totally flat.
“Only the sun goes up for nothing. Give me a reason why I should.”
He needed not to worry. I would give him a reason. Eagerly I put my hands on his hips as I bent over the desk and went straight for his rod. But he stopped me and pushed my head back with his large hands.
“Oh please, just let me,” I begged while looking up to him. And then he let go.
I put the flaccid skin into my mouth and began sucking on the tip of his glans. Even though it was soft I enjoyed the taste of dick in my mouth. It had been a while since the last time, and I’d been thinking about it ever since. Finally I was able to run my tongue over an actual piece of meat again, and with dedication I followed the edge of a solid glans, that began to develop into a blooming rod. The blood pumped through a thick vein – as if commanded by the touch of my tongue – that ran over his penis. As it grew bigger it left me far from disappointed. It turned out that it had a slight downward bend which made for a perfect angle to blow. If he wanted me to give him a reason, I’d make sure as hell that he got one. So I took the long curved dick as far down the back of my throat as I could.
“Oh, you’re good,” he said with a trembling in his voice.
His words filled me with excitement, and I tried to go even deeper. I had so much saliva that it streamed along his cock like a running tap. And my ass felt almost as wet as well. A bit clumsy I tried to undo myself of my pants while his dick was still in my throat. Shoemaker bent himself over to give me a helping hand. He grabbed me by my buttocks and squeezed.
“What have we got here?” he said as he discovered the string that stuck out of my gaping hole. “I see you came prepared.”
He pulled the string, and the Wen Ba balls began to move through my anus.
“Hmm,” I moaned as I jerked my aroused cock.
Rubbing myself with a big dick in my mouth while my prostate got stimulated at the same time; this was definitely worth skipping recess for.
Shoemaker kept pulling, slowly and composed, taking his time while my tongue circled around his long shaft. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the stimulation of my prostate increased. Heavier and heavier until the first marble popped out.
I let go of my own dick as I felt I was almost about to come. But Shoemaker didn’t let go of the string and the second ball moved further along my inner rear.
“Oooooh, you’re driving me crazy with that tongue,” he sighed, and I let my hands run under his sweater to get a feel of his toned abs, which were followed by a set of thick muscular pecs covered with hair. They felt better than I had imagined. Not to forget about the hard nipples – stiff as if they had been tipped by a cube of ice.
Meanwhile the last Ben Wa reached the edge of my hole, but then he no longer pulled. “Oh stop!” he screamed all of the sudden. “If you suck any longer I’m gonna burst into your throat!”
“Oh, put it into my ass Mr. Shoemaker, put it into my ass!”
He made a turn around the desk and pushed me onto it. One last pull and the last marble popped out. I was so wide that I was ready for an instant pounding.
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