After I tried to bring Mr. Jackson down, he’s been keeping a closer eye on me than ever. One day I thought I saw him driving behind me on my way home from school. The next afternoon, right after I’d just swallowed my afternoon “feeding”, Mr. Jackson made sure to remind me that he’s got eyes and ears everywhere and he’d do “whatever it takes” to protect his pussy.
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by the ass to pull me back over towards him.
“Pussy boy, I’m not done with you, where are you going?”
“Sorry, Mr. Jackson, Sir. I thought we were done here.”
“No, I have a question for you. Did I hear that one of your students, Jordan, I think his name is, turned 18 a couple of days ago?”
“Yes, that’s right. We just had some cupcakes for him.”
“Hmmm, interesting.”
“Mr. Jackson, Sir, may I ask why you’re asking about Jordan?”
“Always looking for new cocksuckers and now that he’s legal, well, that makes anything possible.”
“Mr. Jackson! He’s a student, and I think he has a girlfriend, surely you can’t be serious.”
“Listen up pussy boy, if I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it. This is none of your goddam business. You understand me, pussy boy!”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“And don’t you for a minute even think about saying anything to that student of yours or else!”
I knew Mr. Jackson well enough to know not to fuck with him.
“No Sir. See you later, Mr. Jackson.”
“Yes, you sure will. I got more where that came from pussy boy!”, he snarled while grabbing his big bulge.
I kept thinking about what Mr. Jackson might do to Jordan, but I was more concerned about my well-being given that man’s track record.
During class, I try to make eye contact with all of my students. I was trying so hard to act like everything was normal, but I just couldn’t look at Jordan. I can see why Mr. Jackson had his eyes on him. At 18, he appeared much older. Six one, 190, dark wavy hair, big brown doe eyes, a cute dimpled smile. He was physically mature for his age, a full beard that required shaving every day, and when I saw him a couple of times in his wrestling singlet, he’d already had more chest hair than I could ever grow, and the bulge couldn’t hide either under the thin layer of spandex. All the girls openly flirted with Jordan, and it was easy to see why.
But this particular class. I avoided even looking at that side of the room. His buddy, Sean, sat behind him. They were two of my more rambunctious students, but I thought they were bright and would go on to be successful in their lives.
When the bell rang, the two boys stayed behind.
“Hey Mr. P, you seemed a little off today, everything ok?”, Sean asked.
“Yes Sean, everything is fine.”, I said rather unconvincingly.
“Mr. P, you couldn’t even look at me today. Even now, you’re looking at the floor. What’s going on?”
“Listen to me Jordan, just stay far away from Mr. Jackson’s office, ok? Promise me you’ll listen to what I’m telling you.”
“What do you mean? Why are you telling me that? That old man perving on me?”
“I’ve already said too much. I can’t say anything more. Just listen to me.”
“Mr. P, I don’t know what’s going between you and that man, but he sure has you rattled.”, Sean said.
“It’s complicated and you’re my students. It would be inappropriate for me to say anything more about it, you guys better get going to your next class or you’ll get detention.”
“Ok, thanks for the heads-up, Mr. P.”
I spilled the beans, well, most of them anyway. It was a risk I needed to take to protect my student. I went through the motions of teaching my next two afternoon classes. Before I knew it, it was time to go see Mr. Jackson for my after school breeding. It became a ritual for the last few weeks. Lunchtime was for sucking, afternoon was for fucking.
I hoped and prayed that Mr. Jackson would be none the wiser, and things would be as usual.
But that’s not what happened at all.
When I entered Mr. Jackson’s janitor closet, Jordan was on his knees with Mr. Jackson’s big cock jammed half way down his throat. Jordan’s hands were tied behind his back with rope and his eyes were wet and bloodshot.
“Mr. Jackson! What are you doing? He’s one of my students!”
“Shut up pussy boy! I’m gonna deal with you in a minute! Right now I’m training this kid how to take dick with no hands.”
I watched Mr. Jackson take a fistful of Jordan’s hair and drive his cock a few more inches further into his open mouth.
“That’s it cocksucker! Isn’t this what you wanted? What you craved! I saw your browser history, faggot! I know you’ve dreamed about some big dick down your throat, now you got one!”
“What?”, I gasped!
“That’s right pussy boy! Seems like your student is a big pansy faggot just like you. Aren’t you, cocksucker?”
Mr. Jackson nodded Jordan’s head for him as he choked on that dick.
“How did you see his browser history?”
“You really underestimate me. Don’t you pussy boy! I have my methods. I have my ways. You don’t need to know what I do or how I do it. Your job is to take care of my cock, nothing more. Just like this punk ass homo is doing right now.”
“I think I should go…”
“I wouldn’t if I were you. We have unfinished business. You sit right there until I’m done using this cocksucker’s mouth hole and then we need to talk.”
I sat there and watched Mr. Jackson train Jordan’s throat to swallow his dick whole and to breathe through his nose. I couldn’t tell whether or not Jordan was enjoying it or loathing it. He responded to Mr. Jackson’s coaching, “no teeth”, “open your throat”, “take my dick”, “breathe through your nose”…there was no attempt to back off, and when Mr. Jackson did finally cum, Jordan made no attempt to move away. He seemed to enjoy swallowing all the jizz he was fed.
The real kicker came next.
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson”, Jordan said with a level of genuine authenticity I wanted to puke.
“You’re welcome cocksucker. Now don’t forget our agreement. You come see me every day or I’ll show your coach and your teammates all the kinky gay porn you watch, and this.”
Mr. Jackson played a recording of Jordan sucking his cock and swallowing his nut.
“You were filming me?”
“Of course I was, cocksucker.@
Jordan looked a little displeased today the least.
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jordan left me alone with Mr. Jackson after he was untied.
Once the door was closed, Mr. Jackson came at me with a hard gut punch that knocked me down to the floor.
“You disappointed me pussy boy! Get your ass up faggot!”
Mr. Jackson manhandled me until my face was able to view his monitor. He pressed a couple of buttons on his keyboard, and the warning I gave Jordan was in clear view and clear voice.
“Didn’t I specifically tell you stay out of my business pussy boy?”
I trembled.
“Yes Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
“And that’s not what you did, is it?”
“No Sir.”, I whispered.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you pussy boy!”
“I said, NO SiR!”
“When I told you I had eyes and ears everywhere, you didn’t believe me, did you pussy boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
Mr. Jackson struck my cheek with his open hand.
“Liar! If you believed me, you wouldn’t have done what you did. I told you I would do anything to own my pussy, and now you know what I mean. Even with your worthless degree there’s nothing going on upstairs. If you didn’t have such a good pussy, I surely would have had you fired weeks ago! Now stop trying to play me and bend your ass over and give me some of my pussy!”
I was defeated and deflated, at the same time, I was somewhat flattered. This man was willing to go through so much trouble just to get at my pussy and keep it all to himself. I don’t know, maybe I have mental health issues and need counseling, and even after being gut punched, slapped and yelled at, I presented my hole willingly to Mr. Jackson. I no longer saw him as my oppressor, I saw him as someone who covets my precious hole.
“Please Mr. Jackson, my pussy is yours”, I acquiesced.
“Yes, it is. It seems we finally have an understanding. Look at that fine ass just there for the taking. So smooth, so juicy, so pretty and all mine!”
Mr. Jackson dove in and munched on “his pussy” like it was his last supper. He had me panting the way his tongue swiped against all the sensitive parts of my opening.
“Oh Mr. Jackson, that feels soooo good!”
Mr. Jackson was encouraged, gave my ass a good and firm smack and went in for seconds and thirds. My little cock was dripping and my pussy, well, it was ravenous for Mr. Jackson’s big fat cock.
Mr. Jackson swiped all of the papers off his desk and threw my back on it, then he lifted my legs over his hefty shoulders and pounded my pussy good and hard.
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson, Sir”, I whimpered. “Please fuck me, fuck your pussy boy!”
I can’t believe I was calling myself his pussy boy, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed just right.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck my pussy boy good!”
“Please!”
“I love when you beg for it pussy boy!”
“Yes, yes, please, Mr. Jackson, Sir. I’m your pussy boy! My pussy belong to you! Fuck it like you own it, Sir!”
“Omg, pussy boy, you’re gonna make me cum so good. Don’t stop. Tell me! Tell me what you need!”
“I need you to use me, Sir! Take ownership of your pussy! Show me who’s boss, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
Mr. Jackson was railing into me within an inch of my life, and I loved every second of it. I could feel his cock grow thicker as his body towered over mine, I knew he was right on the edge.
“Breed your pussy, Mr. Jackson! Feed it! Claim your pussy!”
I knew that would take him over the edge and I was right.
“Ohhhhh fuuuck! Yes!! Feel my cock snot filling up my pussy?”
“Oh yes”, I cried in tears of joy.
“You like it when I fuck my seed into you pussy boy?”
“Yes, yes, I love it, Mr. Jackson, Sir. Thank you. Thank you for blessing me with your man milk, Sir.”
Mr. Jackson pulled his cock out of me and tucked it back into his navy blue janitor uniform.
“Don’t move”
Mr. Jackson snapped a couple of pics of my hole, which now had his sperm oozing out of it.
“So, so sweet. What a great pussy. My pussy. It’s makes me happy to see my pussy like this, freshly seeded and happy.”
“Very happy, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“I’ve been waiting for my special pussy boy go come back to me. It’s good to see it. I’m gonna spoil my pussy so good.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“Damn it pussy boy, every time I hear you call me Sir, it makes my dick twitch. Young twink college graduate respecting me like that, I don’t even got no high school diploma. But I know you faggots respect the dick, especially the one I got.”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir. You have the best cock I’ve ever seen!”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I think it’s time for you to get going. I gotta recharge before your boss comes through to pay his respects. I gotta make ‘em earn his paycheck.”
“Good night, Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
“You take good care of my pussy tonight. Remember who owns it!”
“Yes Sir!”
I left Mr. Jackson’s office and walked back up to my office with the strangest feeling. All of the anger I felt witnessing Jordan sucking Mr. Jackson’s cock had melted away. I couldn’t read Jordan’s expression. Maybe he was really enjoying sucking on an older man’s dick? I promised I would stay out of it…until Jordan approached me in the corridor.
“Mr. P., can we talk?”
“No, no, Jordan, I can’t talk to you. It’s none of my business.”
I knew we were on some hidden camera somewhere, so I made sure to keep my word.
“No, it’s not what you think. I’m not here to report Mr. Jackson. I just wanted you to know my secret.”
“Jordan, be careful what you say next. You never know who’s listening.”
“Mr. P., Mr. Jackson actually did me a favor. I’ve been hiding my sexuality from everyone, especially Sean. I don’t know how Mr. Jackson hacked into my phone, but I’ve been watching cocksucking videos ever since I discovered jerking off. I always wanted to try it. I fantasized about sucking big dicks since I was a freshman. I’m not out, but man, the minute I wrapped my lips around Mr. Jackson’s huge cock, something in me clicked. I loved it. It felt natural. Is that how it is for you, Mr. P.?
“Jordan, this is completely out of line for us to be discussing, but given what I saw, I’m going to make an exception. Yes, I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Mr. Jackson’s penis that attracts me. Not that I’ve seen or been around many of them, but his is the best I’ve ever seen or ever had.”
“Mr. P., I’m so glad I can talk to you about this stuff. My parents would never understand. I’ve gotta keep it on the DL for now. Even my friends are the worst homophobes. If they find out, I’m toast.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Jordan. Your life is your own. I’d never tell you what to do.”
“I appreciate that Mr. P. Thank you.”
“No problem”
“But now I finally understand your problem, Mr. P.”
“My problem?”
“Yes, now I know why you are always in and out of Mr. Jackson’s janitor closet. You are addicted to his cock, aren’t you? I can’t wait to get more of it myself.”
“Jordan, I think you said quite enough for today. Telling me you’re gay is one thing, telling me about your sexual desires is another, and what happens in Mr. Jackson’s closet is none of your business.”
“Sorry, Mr. P., I guess I got a little carried away. Good night, Mr. P.”
Once Jordan was clearly out of sight, I smiled. I was happy Jordan told me he was gay, and happy the young cocksucker was getting some dick. Then my butt tingled a little because I still had Mr. Jackson’s little swimmers inside of me. I thought about how Mr. Jackson coveted my pussy. I felt like the luckiest twink on the planet.
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