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TEACHER - PART TEN

by Daemon Way

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"Goosey is sure in good spirits today," observed Anthony.

"Yeah, wonder why?" Cory responded with a grin and a wink and the
two thirteen-year-old boys laughed and punched each other in the
shoulder, knowing very well why.  After the hot fuck he'd had
yesterday after school with his wife, the courtesy of Cory and
his headband, any man would be in good spirits.  After they'd
left Anton and Francois, they'd stopped by the master bedroom
just in time to witness the conclusion of their third frenzied
mounting.

"Boys, you're supposed to be reading."

The two boys returned to their Computer 8 assignment.  Normally
Goosey's voice would have been much harsher, and he'd have added
some sarcastic remark, like asking them if they didn't know the
difference between reading and talking, or he'd ask them to
repeat what they had said for the entire class.  That day he had
been almost pleasant, at least as pleasant as a teacher who hated
teaching and totally hated kids could be.  Besides, lately with
Cory he'd been particularly lenient.  Everyone had noticed that,
especially since Goosey Gilles was not the sort of teacher to
have a pet, not even someone like Dominic who was every teacher's
pet, and Cory Wilson was not the type of student that was any
teacher's pet.  Nobody could figure out why Cory was getting
preferential treatment, but Cory knew.  When he was around,
things happened to Goosey and Goosey knew it. The man was afraid
of crossing him!  Cory began reading the pages he'd slipped under
his assignment handout.

"Cory, what do you have there?"

"Ah, nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing to me.  Maybe you'd like to read
whatever it is you're reading to the whole class."  Julius was
sorry the moment he'd made the comment and could only imagine
what Cory might be reading and would readily read to the class,
but Cory had pushed him beyond his limit.

"Ah, I don't think that would be a good idea actually," Cory
replied with an impish grin and Julius knew he'd been right,
again.  He was thankful Cory hadn't taken him up on his challenge
and begun reading.

"Bring it up here."

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to read it either," Cory
advised.

"Cory!"

The tone and volume told him Cory he had crossed over the line. 
He walked up to the teacher's desk and handing him the three
pages, he studied his face.  The man went from exasperation to
shock to anger all in a matter of five seconds.  "Take this to
Mister Millburne."

"If he wants a copy he can get his own off the Net."

"Do as I told you, now," Julius replied sharply, creating doubt
among those who'd felt Cory was getting preferential treatment. 
"And not another word."

Cory considered using his headband, but from the fire in Goosey's
eyes and from the tone of his voice, he knew that even the
headband was not going to get him out of this one.  Of course
before he'd come across his great grandfather's headband he'd
relied on his own ingenuity to get himself out of worse fixes
than this one, so by the time he was ushered into the vice
principal's office, he had a plan firmly in mind.

"Mr. Gilles sent me down to give this to you," he began before
Stewart Millburne even had a chance to speak.  The man stared at
Cory blankly, as was his manner, his eyes a steely grey and
peering out from under thick, bushy eyebrows that actually met
over the bridge of his nose.  Many a student had wilted just
under that glare and had confessed to whatever crime that was
responsible for him being sent to the office, and several other
crimes yet to be discovered besides.  Cory, Stewart knew, was not
that type of student.  He glanced down at the papers Cory had
handed him, and like Julius, his face went through the same
series of emotions.

"Where did you get this?"

"From Mr. Gilles."

"Mr. Gilles gave these to you?"

"Yeah.  He wanted your opinion about using this as a lesson in
his grade eight health class."

"He did?"

"Oh yeah."

"And if I call him up right now on the intercom, he'll confirm
this."

"Sure. But he's in the middle of teaching a computer class right
now." 

Stewart Millburne considered the situation for a moment, not
believing a word of Cory's story.  How did Cory Wilson possibly
think he was going to fool him with such a cockamamy story? 
Well, he'd play along with him.  This was going to be a
punishment that both he and Julius would have to collaborate on.
"Very well.  Tell Mister Gilles to come down and talk to me at
the end of the day."

"That's it?"

"Yes.  Unless you have more to say?"

"Oh no, that's it.  That's all."

Cory was surprised he'd gotten away with his story that easy and
that quickly, but that had been the easy part of the plan. 
Returning to the classroom, he advised Julius that Millburne
wanted to talk to him at the end of the day.  That part was easy
too, as was convincing Anthony to stay behind after school and
detain Gilles as along as he could.  Anthony didn't ask why.  He
knew when his buddy had a plan, and any plan that involved Goosey
had to be good.

"Well," said Stewart Millburne when Julius finally showed up at
his door, "I thought perhaps young Cory hadn't delivered my
message."

"Oh no.  I got your message."

"Good."

"Had a student stay after school with some questions about his
homework.  Got here as fast as I could."

"A student asking about homework, and after school?  Now that is
a rarity you want to take advantage of," Stewart said
sarcastically.

"That's what I thought.  You don't get an opportunity like that
every day."  That was especially true when it was a student like
Anthony.

"So Cory tells me you want to use this as a lesson plan for your
Health 8 class," Stewart said, handing Julius the pages he'd
caught Cory with.

"He what?" snorted Julius.

"His words exactly," replied Stewart with a grin.

"How in the name of Heaven did he think he could get away with
something like that?"

"Probably didn't think that far ahead.  Just saw it as a way to
delay the inevitable for a day.  I assumed he'd gotten caught
with these papers?"

"Typical thinking on his part, and yes, I caught him
red-handed."

"Have you read any of it?"
"No.  But just a glance was enough to see it was pure garbage."

"Garbage is right.  How can we possibly compete when junior high
students can download porn like this off the Internet?  'How to
Perform Fellatio Like a Pro' of all things," he said, reading the
title of the article.  "And who would have thought such filth
would be written by a woman!"

"A woman?  I didn't realize.  I thought it was by a man."

There followed a moment of silence as the two men thought of the
implications.  "Mind you she does have some good advice," Stewart
observed, "which means she must be speaking with experience. 
Like the part about avoiding having your teeth graze a man's
member by sucking in your lips to cover your teeth like an
elderly, toothless person."  The two men could not help but draw
in their lips.

"So, ah, has your wife ever  . . . ," Julius asked, leaving the
question hanging.

"Marion?  Never.  And yours?"

"No, certainly not.  Though Antoinette and I have a great sexual
relationship," Julius quickly added.  "Just as hot as on our
honeymoon.  Eighteen years and I still have it, but she'd never
be so vulgar as to give me a blow job.  Actually, I'm sure she
doesn't know a thing about it."

"Same with Marion and me," Stewart quickly added.  "Our sex life
is as hot as any man could want.  Normal sex of course.  We'd
never do anything like that," he observed indignantly as he
nodded at the papers in Julius's hand.  Julius flinched with the
comment about normal sex as what he'd done to Cory and Anthony in
detention and later with the young seven-year-old boy in the park
flashed through his mind.  Stewart didn't notice.  He and his
wife might never do it, but that didn't mean he hadn't wondered
about it before, nor that he hadn't been fantasizing about it the
last period and a half.

The two men glanced down at the three sheets of paper and thought
about what it might be like to be fellated by a pro, and as they
thought, they felt their desires increasing.  They were both
married and upright, decent men, but they were men, perhaps more
macho than most, and the idea of getting blown like the article
had described was not something a man could just disregard.  That
was especially true for Julius having in the past month given
three young boys head but at the age of forty-four having never
received a blow job. 

"I'm really surprised that was written by a woman.  It takes a
man to understand just how a man feels," Stewart observed

"I couldn't agree more."

"Not that I'd ever have sex with a man."

"Hell no, me neither," Julius said with a twinge of guilt.  Hell,
he'd done far worse.  In the past month he'd had sex with young
boys, and with a dog!  He had been truthful though.  He'd never
considered having sex with a man, well, not since becoming a man
himself.

"Though when you come right down to it, having the same
equipment, I'm sure a man would give a better blow job than a
woman."

"Don't men do everything better than women?"

"You have that right," Stewart agreed and the two men laughed.

Images of them doing each other flashed through their minds,
accompanied by increased feelings of horniness and the pleasure
that comes from ejaculation.

"With the instructions she has provided, even a man who has never
done it before could do a decent job," Julius said, glancing down
at the papers.  "Step One.  Make sure you are comfortable.  This
is the key.  Now that makes perfect sense," he observed before
reading on. "Step Two.  Regard the penis: become familiar with
its shape, size and textures.  This will buy you a few moments
and add a little bit of tension to the encounter.  Now there is
where a man has the advantage," Julius added.  "Like you said,
nobody can have a better understanding of a man's penis than
another man."

"Absolutely."

"Step Three.  Begin by gently stroking, kissing and blowing on
the area around the penis: the testicles, inner thighs and lower
belly."

"The stroking and kissing are obvious, but I never thought about
blowing."

"Me neither to tell you the truth."

The two men looked at each other.  "You feeling the way I'm
feeling?" Stewart asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I think I am.  Reading something like this, a man can't
help but get aroused."

"That's what porn is all about, getting men aroused," Stewart
observed, stating the obvious, and Julius agreed.  "I have to
admit, this has gotten me hot."  There was a long, awkward pause.
 "We could give what she's written a try."

"We could.  We are both feeling randy."

"It would be a shame to let a good hard go to waste," Stewart
observed with a chuckle, ready to say he was joking if Julius
took offense.

"It would be.  And it's not as if we're in love with each other
or some dumb shit like that."

"Hell no.  We're both happily married, not faggots," Stewart
said, relieved at Julius's answer.

"Praise God for that."

"So what do you say?"

"We'll do each other," Julius replied hesitantly, eager to give
it a try and actually feeling almost as hot as he had after
school yesterday, but not trusting Stewart enough to give him
head first in case the man then backed out before he received the
same.

"Of course," Stewart replied, surprised how horny the three page
directions on how to perform fellatio had gotten him, horny
enough to try it with a man, which was really horny considering
that was something he'd never done before in his life and hadn't
even contemplated.  And, like Julius, he did not trust his
colleague to the extent of going first.

Getting to their feet, the two men undid their belts and pulled
down their flies.  A real man wasn't afraid to try anything once,
and what they were about to do would be their secret. . . .

When Julius saw Cory the next day in Physical Education he
realized he and Stewart had not discussed an appropriate
punishment for the boy for bringing porn to school and for lying.
 He was going to call him aside, but figured it best he and
Stewart discuss it first.  However, when they saw each other in
the staffroom later they immediately thought of the previous day
and they avoided any further eye contact, each man obviously
uncomfortable about what they had done.  When Julius stepped into
his Boys' Health 8 class the following day, the last period
Friday, he still had not decided what to do about Cory.

"All right class, now in our last health class we ."

"Mister Gilles?"

"Yes Dominic?"

"What does fellatio mean?"

Gilles looked at him, and then at Cory sitting beside him.  "Cory
Wilson."

"Yes sir?"

"Don't sir me!  You don't honestly think I've forgotten about
Wednesday."

"No sir.  About the lesson plan on fellatio you mean?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" he responded without thinking what
he was saying.

"We can't wait to see it," Cory said, looking over at the video
player and TV monitor.  Julius hadn't noticed the trolley in the
room.  He hadn't requested a video player and monitor from the
media centre.

"There is no such plan and you won't be seeing anything."

"There won't?  After you and Mister Millburne went to all the
trouble of taping the lesson for us?"  Julius went pale.  No way.
 What he was thinking was impossible.  Impossible, but he looked
over at the player in fear anyway.  "We want to see it, don't we
guys?"

"Yeah!" the whole class cheered, most having no idea what was
going on but everyone knowing Cory was up to something, and that
meant it had to be good.

"Unless you were thinking like when, you know, like when me and
Anthony had detention."  Julius knew exactly what Cory was
suggesting.  He'd blown the two boys once.  It had been totally
unexpected and to his regret ever since, but that didn't mean the
impulse just might come over him again.  He glanced at the tape,
trying to decide which was the lesser of the two evils.  "Good
choice," said Cory, quickly stepping up to the video player and
turning it on.  Julius and Stewart appeared on the screen,
Stewart sitting behind his desk with his name plate clearly
visible and Julius standing before him.

"I thought perhaps you hadn't gotten my message that I'm feeling
aroused," began Stewart.  If anyone in the class hadn't been
paying attention, they were then!

"Got here as fast as I could," Julius replied.  The jaws of
several students dropped open.

"Read your lesson plan for your Health Eight class How to Perform
Fellatio like a Pro. It has gotten me hot."

"Reading that could get a man aroused."

"I like the part about avoiding having your teeth graze a man's
member by sucking in your lips to cover your teeth like an
elderly, toothless person."  The class could not believe what
they were hearing, nor seeing as the two men drew in their lips
to cover their teeth.  "We could give what you have written a
try."

"We could.  We are both feeling randy."

"It would be a shame to let a good hard go to waste," Stewart
observed with a chuckle.  The entire class was rivetted to the TV
monitor.  Julius was so dumfounded he didn't know what to do. 
Cory had evidently taped the event, though he had no idea how he
could have done it, and had edited it.  From the awkward phrasing
of some of the words it was clear that the tape had been dubbed
by taking bits and pieces of their conversation.  Of course his
students were not paying attention to how the words were being
said as much as to what was being said, and many of the sentences
were direct quotes.  Of course he could stop the tape, but Cory
had to have known that would be his first response.  What else
would the boy have in mind to prevent that, or to use it? 
Blackmail him into doing him right then and there before the
class instead of them watching him and Stewart on the tape?  He
had sucked the boy once before. . . .  He needed time to think
this through.  

"And we're in love with each other."

"Hell yes.  We're both happily married faggots."

"Praise God for that.  And that Antoinette doesn't know a thing
about it."

"Same with Marion."

The class could not believe the confessions. Their two macho
teachers faggots!  The two men looked at each other and then got
to their feet and undoing their belts and pulling down their
flies, they dropped their trousers and pushed down their boxers.
They glanced at each other and the camera zoomed in on their
faces, and then on their genitals.  Both men were fully erect. 
Julius could not let the students see more!  But if he did shut
the tape off, what would he say and do?  How could he explain
what his students had seen so far?  He couldn't just shut it off
and say nothing. The word about him and Stewart would be through
the whole school within seconds of the dismissal bell.  He'd be
dismissed Monday.  And Stewart too.  He had to have a plan before
he shut off the tape.

"Step Two.  Regard the penis: become familiar with its shape,
size and textures.  Now there is where a man has the advantage. 
Nobody can have a better understanding of a man's penis than
another man."  As he stared at the monitor and heard his voice
taken totally out of context as the camera zoomed in on his cock
and then on Stewart's, he tried desperately to think of a
strategy.  He could not let them see the next part!

"Step Three.  Begin by gently stroking, kissing and blowing on
the area around the penis: the testicles, inner thighs and lower
belly."

Julius's heart was racing faster than at the end of his third
screw with his wife on Tuesday, and he knew his face was a bright
red.  Perhaps he'd have a heart attack right then and there and
die.  If God would be so kind!

Every boy in the class had a hard by then as they watched their
hated teacher and vice principal sixty-nining, and giving them
step by step instructions on how to do it.  "Step five. Take the
penis in your mouth.  Determine how far it can comfortably go
in."  Actually, Julius would have been content to just take
Stewart's knob in, but as Stewart went farther and farther down
his shaft, he felt he had to do the same, not just to give
Stewart the same pleasure as Stewart was giving him, but because
he had to prove to Stewart he was just as much a man as he was
and could take as much of his cock as Stewart was able to take of
his.  Just as much a man!  There he was, laying on the carpet in
Stewart's office, slipping his lips farther and farther down his
stiff cock, which was at least an inch and a half longer than his
own, something he was painfully aware of that afternoon.  Their
difference was obvious as the camera switched back and forth from
one to the other.  It was bad enough for his students to be
seeing him sucking another man's cock, but for them to see he was
the smaller of the two besides was even more humiliating.  What
was he thinking?  The whole video was totally humiliating.  And
so shocked and unprepared, he was standing there and doing
nothing about it!

"Kiss, lick, tease, mouth and stroke it.  Do the same for the
balls."  The class could not believe what they were seeing or
hearing.  Their two teachers, the two most hated teachers in the
school, lying there on the vice principal's floor still in their
jackets and ties but with their pants and underwear about their
ankles as they kissed each other's stiff, jerking cocks, as they
mouthed each other's hairy balls and ran their tongues up the
other's shaft and over the knob, leaving behind a trail of spit,
their eyes glazed over in lust and evident pleasure.  It was
totally awesome.  Everyone, even the total nerds and even the
purely innocent like Dominic, had boned up, and the way some of
them were squirming, they were quickly approaching a climax
without once touching themselves.

The first part of the tape had been edited, the latter part was
not, the part of them eagerly sucking and licking each other's
cock, of the grunting and the groaning, of the heavy breathing. 
Julius sat there in despair.  What point was there now in
shutting off the tape?  He should have shut it off immediately,
while they were in the talking stage.  He could have told the
boys they'd talked about doing a tape but had decided against it.
 He could have told them upright, moral men did not squirm about
on the floor in a school office blowing each other.  Actually, it
had not been as hot nor as pleasant as the tape make it look.  He
had almost gagged when he had gone down on Stewart's long, thick
cock.  Having his own cock sucked and feeling Stewart's slimy
spittle oozing over his balls had not been erotic either.  He'd
felt nowhere near as aroused as the time he'd done Cory and
Anthony.  Sucking their cocks had been much more pleasant than
sucking Stewart's monster.

Julius shook his head.  What the hell was he thinking?  Sucking
his two thirteen-year-old students had not been pleasant.  He'd
done it against his will, and afterwards had been raked with
guilt and disgust.  Just the same, he was doing Stewart only
because he felt he had to keep up to him, to do what Stewart was
doing.  Yes, the tingling of his cockhead and the building
pressure as he approached his climax had been pleasant, but not
that pleasant, and that night and all of the next two days he'd
felt guilty and dirty.  Stewart evidently did too.  The two of
them couldn't even look each other in the eye in the staffroom.

That was not how it was on the tape.  On the tape they hungrily
bobbed their heads up and down each other's shaft and stroked
each other's swollen balls.  On the tape they grunted in lust
with their climax, the two of them shooting off in each other's
mouth, the cum oozing out of their lips and down their chins in
their awkwardness and inexperience.  On the tape they fell back
as if in pleasure, not in exhaustion and relief that it was over
as it had really been.  On the tape the camera zoomed in on their
still swollen cocks, on the residual cum oozing out the tips and
down over their knobs, and on their shafts glistening with each
other's spittle.  If that was not bad enough, Cory had recorded
and kept in their lies that it had been great, their complements
to each other for having done a great job, which both felt
obligated to say even though they did not believe it, and the one
thing that was true, their assurances to each other that what
they'd done would be kept their secret.  The tape ended with a
shot of the closed Vice Principal's door with two shadows behind
it, the two of them pulling up their trousers and underwear, and
as the image grew fuzzy, the title "How to Perform Fellatio Like
a Pro, A Grade 8 Health Lesson Demonstration by Julius Gilles and
Stewart Millburne" and a very loud and wet kiss.

There was less than a minute before the end of the class, and
Julius still had not thought of an explanation.  "Hey, Mister
Gilles.  Don't you worry.  For making us a fucking awesome tape
like that, your secret is safe with us, isn't it guys?"

The class rowdily agreed as the bell rang and they headed for the
door, all of them with their books and binders strategically held
in front of them to hide the projections that each and every boy
had, and for a few who were walking very awkwardly and bowlegged,
to hide something even more embarrassing, their juicy and copious
teenage loads having soaked through not just their underwear but
their jeans besides, leaving telltale wet spots.

*******

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.  What else would you like to see
happen?  Have you ever had someone you hated and wanted to get
even with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of this
story and if you wish add you as one of the characters.  Anything
goes, the hotter and more perverted the better, except I don't
write snuff and torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player characters
available for your amusement and abuse include the Gilles family,
Vice Principal Stewart Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his
family including Jonah, and Father Henry.  Player characters
created by readers so far are Dominic, Terry and Anthony. 

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