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TEACHER - PART TEN

by Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

"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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