I started teaching history at a nearby high school just this year. Fresh out of graduate school myself, I was so glad to land a new job in a good district with a loan repayment program.
Even in my mid-20’s, I still looked like a high schooler, some in the gay community still call me a twink. Maybe it’s the light brown hair, blue eyes, thin build, and that I barely have a whisker on my face. It doesn’t help that I’m only five six. Even at this new school the other teachers and staff treat me like one of the students. I am told almost daily that the teacher’s lounge is not for students. When I flash my badge, they just laugh and comment that there’s no way I’m gonna make it in this high school when most of the male students are taller, have deeper voices, and have more hair on their bodies than I do.
Over the course of the first few weeks of the semester, I’d learned to tolerate the bullying and chalked it up to some kind of initiation, like a fraternity. Maybe they were just trying to toughen me up.
There was one particular janitor, Mr. Jackson, who took every opportunity to taunt me. He’d call me a “fairy”or fruit” or “faggot” under his breath when our paths crossed. Loud enough that I could hear it, but not the students or anyone else. I know I should have reported Mr. Jackson, but I really was just trying to fit in.
To be honest, the students and I were hitting it off. Maybe it was because I was teaching the advanced level history classes and the students were actually interested in learning something. It was the teachers and other faculty that were my oppressors.
Mr. Jackson was a stern looking man. Someone who probably had a hard life. A white man, probably in his upper 40’s, graying tight curly hair, smooth face, but a constant scowl. Mr. Jackson looked like he had a tight body under his janitor’s uniform, but I suppose a lifetime of physical work would do that to a man.
There was one day I went to take a leak in the teacher’s men’s room and Mr. Jackson walked in on me.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”, I said nervously.
“Students don’t piss in here, boy.”
“Mr. Jackson, I’m a teacher, you know that.”
Mr. Jackson poked his head over my shoulder just as I was shaking my dick off.
“Nah, look at that little thing. That’s no man’s dick if you ask me.”
“Mr. Jackson, did I do something to you? If I did, I’m sorry.”
“I’m just sick of seeing you privileged prissy assholes in this school.”
“Huh?”, I said dumbfounded as I zipped up.
Mr. Jackson didn’t move, blocking my path to the sink.
“Fucking homos taking over this school. I didn’t sign up to be surrounded by faggots.”
Mr. Jackson moved and I went to wash my hands and I could see him standing behind me with a mean scowl which had me shaking in my shoes.
Mr. Jackson walked quickly and locked the door so I was trapped inside with him. It was after class hours so it wasn’t like I’d be late for anything.
“Mr. Jackson, what are you doing?”
“If you’re gonna make it in this school, you’re gonna need my help fruitcake.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is, if you want the other teachers to be nicer to you, I can make it happen, but you gotta do something for me. That’s how it works around here with all you faggot boys.”
“I don’t know what you want from me? I don’t have any money, I have student loans.”
“Nah, I don’t need any money, boy. I’m not one who goes out and finds a woman to fuck around with. I don’t have time for that, but I do have needs, you know what I’m sayin’ boy?”
“I’m not sure…”
“For a teacher you ain’t so smart. I’m offering to get you in my rotation. I got six of you faggots serving as my personal cocksucker. Other teachers, other fags in administration, I make life easy for them. Nobody gives them any shit because I make it that way. From the looks of you, you need my help more than they do. Wouldn’t you like coming to this fuckin’ school and shown some respect? Your colleagues think you’re a little twerp. They think you’re nothing. I think they may be right.”
“So you’re saying if I suck you off, they will stop tormenting me?”
“There you go! Your brains came back. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“And if I don’t.”
“Well, let’s just say that others before you don’t work at this school anymore. I got ways to make things happen. Making faggots like you disappear.”
“Can I just leave and we forget about any of this? I won’t report you, I promise.”
“Do I look like a nice guy to you, dickbag? Does it look like I’m playin’ some kind of game? I’m offering you a smooth ride and you’re acting like you can’t be bothered.”
I looked down at the tile floor, scared as hell now. Mr. Jackson stomped his work boots closer to me, grabbed a handful of my hair and made me look right in his eyes.
“Now I’m not asking! I’m done fucking around! Suck my cock bitch!”
I didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
I fell to my knees so I wouldn’t get hurt.
Mr. Jackson pulled his dick out of his uniform. It was massive. A good six inches of floppy dick meat heavily hanging over two hairy eggs. I was intimidated by it as I had never sucked on a dick that big before.
“Goddam it cocksucker! Quit staring and open that fuckin’ mouth!”
Mostly out of fear I did as I was told and opened my mouth and put that dick inside. I tried to be gentle, no teeth, going slow, but clearly this was not the type of service Mr. Jackson had in mind.
“My cock is not a piece of China, faggot!”
Next thing I know, Mr. Jackson held each side of my head in each hand and began to pump his hardening dick right down my opening throat.
“It’s alright, I gotta break all you faggots in. Train you to be good cocksuckers for my big dick.”
Mr. Jackson’s cock was big, definitely more than nine inches long and stretching my throat to its max.
Mr. Jackson was relentless. I had to pound on his thighs for him to let me go so I can breathe.
He didn’t back off. Now with a handful of hair in his hand, he shoved me back to the bathroom wall and pinned my hands above my head.
I tried to seal my lips so he couldn’t stick his cock back inside.
I was slapped right across the face which caused me to open up and Mr. Jackson won the battle, his big man meat plugging my airways.
“You little shit! You better behave or I’ll make things even worse for you!” If you’re anything like the others soon you’ll be begging for my big dick, you’ll see!”
Throat drool was pouring out of my face wetting my dress shirt and tie. My eyes were stinging and red. I never knew a man’s penis could be such a weapon.
Once I realized there was no reason to resist the skull fucking, my body went slack.
“That’s it, now you get it, boy. Better for you if you just let me fuck your face.”
I closed my eyes and tried to picture myself on the beach or somewhere more pleasant. I suppose my lack of focus wasn’t lost on Mr. Jackson. I started choking.
Mr. Jackson pulled his dick out and swatted my cheek again with his calloused palm.
“Pay attention to what you’re doing cocksucker! I’m ’bout to get off!”
Knowing that, this time I opened up voluntarily.
Mr. Jackson’s anaconda snaked down my throat and with my hands still pinned up over my head, he gave serval dozen more thrusts and a deep grunt signaled a gush of seed draining down my esophagus.
Once Mr. Jackson was done with using me, he pulled back and tucked his cock away.
“Not bad, but we’re gonna have to work on your attitude if you want my help faggot boy. I don’t think you get it yet.”
I don’t know what Mr. Jackson said to the faculty or the students, but the next week or so was absolute torture. The ridicule, the comments, the humiliation, it was unbearable. Mr. Jackson would flash a wicked grin in my direction, wanting me to know he had everything to do with the renewed effort to make my life at school miserable.
I didn’t want to do it, but I felt like I had no other choice. After classes had ended one day, my psyche destroyed, I went to find Mr. Jackson.
He was in the janitor’s closet stocking shelves.
I timidly knocked on the door.
“You see I’m busy here, fag boy?”
“Yes Sir. It’s just…ahh…I ahhh…”
“Spit it out fruitcake! I don’t have all day!”
“I just want it to stop, please!”, I shouted.
That caught Mr. Jackson’s attention so he stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. That evil smile formed on his face.
“I knew you’d cave. You weaklings always cave. Faggots don’t have backbones. Hehe. So you want me to help you out, huh? You ready to be one of my cocksuckers?”
“Yes! If that what it takes to make all of this stop, I’ll do anything.”
“Whoa, now don’t you make any promises you can’t keep, boy! Anything?”
“Yes! You win, ok! I’ll suck your cock if that’s what you want, anything you want!”
“Close the door and lock it boy. You’re too fuckin’ loud.”
I turned around and locked us both in his closet.
Mr. Jackson stepped closer and I could feel his hot breath on my face.
“Well, how fast you want me to make your life better homo? You want it to stop immediately, or slow?”
“Immediately, Sir. Please! I can’t sleep anymore I just can’t take it.”
“And you say you’re willing to do anything?”
“Yes, that’s what I said!”
“I can smell the desperation on you, hehe. You know I got a half dozen cocksuckers at the ready, I really don’t need another. There is one thing you could do that they don’t. You want me to help you right?”
“Yes please!”
“Hmmmm, I don’t know. It is kind of fun watching your faggot ass get harassed everyday. I’d really miss that.”
“But you said you’d help me!”
“Ohhh yes I did, and when I first tried to help you, you were being a little bitch and weren’t cooperating. I had to force you to suck my dick, remember?”
“I’m sorry. I’m willing to do whatever you want now, ok?”
“Yes, you said that dumbass. Here’s what I’m willing to do for you, bitch boy. It’s gonna take something awful special for me to make all of this clear up for you. You ready to do something special for me?”
“Special? What do you mean?”
“Well, I told you I got cocksuckers so I need something else from you.”
“Something else?”
“Oh my god! Are you that dense motherfucker? Do I need to spell it out for you? If you want me to put an end to this, I’m gonna need to fuck your ass, boy!”
Instinct kicked in and I put my hands on my butt, signaling that was off limits.
“No way. You’re too big for my ass. You’d kill me! I’ll do anything else!”
“You stupid asshole! This isn’t a negotiation. I don’t play games with faggots like you. It’s simple. I fuck you and we’re good or I don’t and you’re gonna lose your job. What’s it gonna be because I’m losing my patience with you.”
I had only been fucked a few times by some random hook ups in college and never by any cock that big. I didn’t see a way out of this and I didn’t want to lose my job.
“Ok, ok! Just be gentle, ok?”
“Fucking prissy boy! I don’t do gentle. I’m gonna tear your ass up!”
“So you’re gonna fuck me right now, in here?”
“Did you just wake up fuck head? Of course right here and right now. You want to have your quality of life back, right?”
“Yes!”
“So if I were you, I’d be sucking my dick and getting it nice and wet because I don’t have any lube in here and I’m gonna fuck you with or without it. You understand me, boy?”
“Yes Sir”
I found myself on my knees face to face with Mr. Jackson’s cock with only one goal in mind. Get it wet. I slobbered all over it knowing full well I would not be given lots of time before this bone was buried up my tight pink ass.
Once it was fully coated with lots of throat juice, Mr. Jackson threw me over the back of his chair and yanked my pants and underwear down. His hands split my cheeks open and his cock found my sphincter and penetrated.
I screamed nearly at the top of my lungs from the searing pain as I felt like I was being torn in two.
“That’s one tight ass boy!”
Mr. Jackson didn’t give me a moment to get used to his big dick ripping me apart. He pressed on the small of my back with his right hand and his left gripped my left ass cheek like a basketball, holding my flesh, occasionally giving it a good smack while he drove his cock deep into me.
“Yeah, I knew this ass was gonna be good, better than pussy! Take my dick fruitcake!”
I was too busy trying to survive the onslaught to care about his insults.
I closed my eyes and bit my fist as I grunted hard with each stroke. I could feel my hole stretching and gaping and I wondered if I’d be able to sit normally again afterwards.
Mr. Jackson was getting ready to blow. I could feel his cock grow slightly more rigid. His breathing became uneven and his fuck strokes more deliberate. He pressed me down even more, giving him the angle he wanted for the deepest penetration yet. He let out a guttural scream when his cock finally blasted inside me.
“Now you’re my pussy boy!”, he said when he pulled his dick from my ass.
I gingerly peeled myself from the chair and pulled my pants up trying to hold on to whatever dignity I had left.
“So…now you’ll help me, Mr. Jackson ?”
“I said I would. I’m a man of my word. You keep giving up your ass to me and I’ll make your time here much more enjoyable. Now get on out of here so I can finish up and go home.”
“Yes Sir”
As I left and walked to my car with my asshole feeling like it was on fire and I could feel Mr. Jackson’s jizz sloshing inside of me. I asked myself if it was worth it to give up my ass like that for peace of mind. I guess I’d find out soon enough.
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