I need to admit that teaching Jordan became extraordinarily challenging. Knowing his big secret, witnessing his lips wrapped around Mr. Jackson’s big cock. It was impossible to treat him the same as my other students and I never forgot that he’d heard Mr. Jackson call me his pussy boy.
A few days had gone by and after I’d sucked off Mr. Jackson during my free lunch period, he seemed like he had something on his mind. I could tell his mind was wandering when I was on my knees between his legs.
“Ummm, Mr. Jackson, Sir, is everything alright?”
“Yes, it’s fine, but there’s something I’ve really been thinking about.”
“If you need to talk, Mr. Jackson, Sir, you can always talk to me.”
“That’s funny. You’re acting like you’re my closest friend. Don’t be mistaken, you’re just my pussy boy, that’s all you will ever be, but I will tell you that I’ve decided to let someone else use my pussy.”
“You have?”
“It’s not your boss, Prince, I put his useless dick back in a cage after he pissed me off. That cocksucker doesn’t deserve a fine piece of ass like the one I’ve got. No, no fucking way. It’s your student. That young cocksucker needs somewhere to dump his seed. That faggot squirts all over my floor every time I flood his throat. I’m getting tired of cleaning that shit up.”
“But Mr. Jackson, Sir, Jordan is my student. Surely you can’t be serious?”
“Did I ask for your opinion pussy boy?”
“No, Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
“That’s right, I did not. How many times do I need to remind you that you’re just a pussy hole to me. I don’t need your advice or opinions about anything, ever. Your job is simple. You focus on getting me off. Whatever it takes. Now, let’s see if your college educated brain understands me. What are you?”
“Your pussy boy, Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
“Yes, now scram. Don’t you have classes to teach?”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir. Thank you.”
Oh man, next class after lunch is with my seniors. I’d be seeing Jordan. How the heck was I going to focus on teaching after Mr. Jackson said what he said.
“Afternoon, Mr. P.”, Sean said.
“Afternoon Sean. How’s it going today? Where’s your sidekick?”
“I’m not sure, Mr. P? He’s been disappearing a lot lately. Not sure what’s going on with him.”
“Well, I’m sure he’ll be here soon. Ok class, let’s get started. Please open your books to page 126, and…”
As I was explaining the material in the text books, Jordan came in late with his shirt untucked from his jeans and his face flushed. His hair looked a little disheveled, too.
“Dude, what happened to you?”, Sean asked.
“Huh? Nothing, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I said I’m fine, Sean!”
“Boys, you can talk after class. I really need the class to pay attention because this will be part of your final exam.”
I needed to shut down Sean’s line of questioning and knew that would do it.
The bell rang to signify time was up.
“Jordan, may I have a word?”
Sean lingered.
“Sean, I just need to speak to Jordan alone if you don’t mind.”
“What the fuck is going on here?”, Sean muttered as he left my classroom,
“I should give him a detention for that language, but I won’t. Jordan, you don’t look so good.”
“Mr. Jackson is getting more aggressive with me every time I see him. This time he was slapping my face and pulling my hair. The sick thing is I really liked it. What is wrong with me, Mr. P?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Jordan. It perfectly normal to enjoy different forms of sex. I do suggest that next time you fix yourself before coming to class. Sean is beginning to suspect something isn’t right.”
“I know. I’m thinking about telling him I’m gay. I probably need to break things off with my girl, too. I can’t even get it up for her anymore because I’m jizzing every time I suck Mr. Jackson’s cock.”
“Jordan! I don’t think I need to hear all of that. I just wanted to be sure you are ok.”
“Sorry Mr. P, you’re the only gay man I know so I guess I felt comfortable to tell you these things.”
“I’m still your teacher. Don’t forget that.”
“Understood Mr. P”
Well, now I heard Jordan’s side of the story. He confirmed that he was spilling his nut when he was sucking Mr. Jackson’s cock. I guess there was no way out of it now. Mr. Jackson was going to make sure of that.
After two more classes, it was time for my daily dick down. Mr. Jackson seemed especially happy to see me.
“Hey pussy boy, I know you’re excited to get some of this”, he said pointing to his crotch, “but we need to wait a minute.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Open it pussy boy”
It was Jordan.
“Umm, you wanted to see me Mr. Jackson?”, he said nervously.
“Yes. I have a solution to your problem, cocksucker.”
“My problem?”
“Yes, you know I don’t like it when you spray your nut all over my clean floor.”
“Yes Mr. Jackson, I’m sorry.”
“I know you can’t help it. You’re just a horny young cocksucker and getting some of my dick makes you horny. It’s perfectly natural. Instead of ruining my floor, I’m going to be generous and let you empty your balls in my pussy.”
“What? I’m confused, Mr. Jackson.”
“Let me spell it out for you. Your teacher here is my pussy boy, and this here, is my pussy.”, Mr. Jackson said squeezing my mounds.
“I’ve never let anyone else in my pussy before, but I’m willing to let you get in there and do your business so my floors stay pristine.”
“So you want me to fuck my teacher?”
“If that’s how you see it, yes. I see it differently. I see it as giving you permission to use what belongs to me.”
“Oh, well, I’ve never had my penis inside a man before, only my girlfriend.”
“I think you’re only fooling yourself by holding on to a girlfriend. I can personally attest that you are just as much a faggot as my pussy boy. You suck on my cock like your life depends on it. Trust me cocksucker, once you get some of my pussy, you’re never gonna want any girl ever again. But don’t you get any ideas! This is MY pussy, I’m just loaning it out to you.”
“Yes Mr. Jackson.”
“I think now that everything is clear, we can stop all this chit-chat and get started. Pussy boy, bend over the desk. Cocksucker, on your knees.”
Mr Jackson opened the zipper of his navy blue janitor pants and pulled out his already stiffening cock. As Jordan went down on it, Mr. Jackson had one hand grabbing a fistful of Jordan’s hair and his other hand was caressing and playing with my hole.
“Yeah, suck my dick cocksucker.”
Jordan fished his own cock from his jeans. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear him playing with it while moaning over Mr. Jackson’s anaconda.
“When you feel like you’re gonna shoot, just shove your cock into my pussy. I don’t want any mess on my floor!”
“Mmmm hmmmm,”Jordan moaned.
It seemed the harder Mr. Jackson fucked Jordan’s face, the more forceful Mr. Jackson became finger fucking my hole. He had three of his fingers in there with barely any saliva.
I’d been bent over for what seemed like forever but probably was only 10 minutes when Jordan quickly scrambled from his knees and lined his cock up to my pucker.
“I’m going to cum, Mr. Jackson!”
“Use my pussy! Dump your load in there boy.”
Jordan instinctively thrusted his cock inside of me. For a young man of 18, I was definitely feeling something inside me, not quite as big as Mr. Jackson, but just as thick for sure.
“Oh fuck, Mr. Jackson, your pussy sure does feel good around my cock. I’m gonna cum now!”
“Good boy! Go ahead cocksucker. Use my pussy!”
Jordan grunted so loudly it reverberated off the cinder block walls.
“Oh my god, Mr. Jackson. I think I flooded your pussy’s hole.”
“You did. Now pull your cock out of there so I can get some of my pussy. Get back on your knees cocksucker where you belong.”
Mr. Jackson took no time to shove his cock right up my well-used pussy. Jordan’s warm seed helped facilitate a nice smooth glide as Mr. Jackson’s cock slammed into me. I could hear and feel all the wetness as his cock slopped around in my pussy.
“Open your mouth, cocksucker!”
Mr. Jackson dipped his cock in Jordan’s mouth and pumped it a few times before getting back up in my pussy hole. Back and forth Mr. Jackson went, cackling about how he was using his cocksucker and his pussy at the very same time.
“It doesn’t get any better than this. Using my cocksucker and my pussy boy. Maybe next time I’ll let your fucking faggot of a principal watch so he could see what he’s missing!”
I wondered how Jordan was processing all of this. Tasting his own load from Mr. Jackson’s cock every time it dipped back into my ass. Also the fact that my student was seeing me bent over with my naked ass, being called a pussy boy over and over again.
“Im gonna give you both a treat. Get ready faggots. I’m gonna fucking cum for you homos!”
Mr. Jackson pulled his cock from my pussy and jerked it over Jordan’s open mouth, spreading some inside and over his face, then he turned and shoved his meat right back into me. I felt the remaining convulsions releasing from his balls.”
“Would you look at that? My floors are just as clean as before you two queers showed up. The only mess I see is on my cocksucker’s face. That’s how it should be!”
I was in the process of pulling my pants back up when Mr. Jackson spoke again.
“Hey cocksucker! Don’t you have something to say to me?”
“Huh, umm what, Mr. Jackson?”
“I just let you use my pussy, the least you could do is thank me for the privilege.”
“Oh, sorry, yes, Mr. Jackson, thank you for that.”
“Hmmpf. I don’t think you really understand what I just did for you. Do you know that I never let anyone else but me use my pussy? I’m going to need a little more appreciation from you cocksucker!”
“Mr. Jackson, thank you for allowing me to use your pussy. I appreciate it.”
“No, no, no! That’s not going to do it. I need something more than that. I want you to get down on your knees and kiss my filthy boots. I just gave over my most prized possession and you’re acting like it was no big deal. If you ever want any of my pussy again, you’ll do it right now cocksucker!”
Jordan groveled at Mr. Jackson’s feet, kissing both boots like he needed to have more pussy and would do anything to get it.
“That’s much better. Now you’re a quick learner. Maybe you can teach my pussy boy something one day. Now you two better get lost, I still have one more faggot to deal with.”
When we left Mr. Jackson’s office, I knew my relationship with Jordan was forever changed.
“Hey Mr. P, got a minute?”
“What is it, Jordan?””
“I just wanted to say that although I only get to sample your pussy, I mean, Mr. Jackson’s pussy, I really liked it. I can see why Mr. Jackson does what he does to make sure nobody else can have it.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to that, Jordan. You should know this was not my idea.”
“Oh I know that Mr. P. I know how Mr. Jackson is. You know what. I’m about to break things off with my girl. There’s no way I could date her now. Not after this. I think I’m going to tell her I’m gay and then I’m going to tell Sean. I know that I’m gonna get ridiculed by the football team, but I can’t hide it any longer.”
“Jordan you have to do what’s best for you. Good luck.”
I watched Jordan walk away. Half of me was in disbelief that he was nutting inside me only a few minutes ago, and the other half was in disbelief that all of this was real! I shook my head to clear my thoughts and decided I’d better go home. I had a lot of sperm inside me that needed to evacuate.
The very next day, it was lunchtime, and I showed up to see Mr. Jackson liked every other day without exception.
When I arrived, my boss, the principal, Mr. Young was there, too.
The man had a ball gag in his mouth, he was wearing a straight jacket and a blindfold, tied down to Mr. Jackson’s desk chair. He was naked from the waist down. A shiny metal sheath covered his shaft.
“Don’t mind him, pussy boy. Would you believe that son of a bitch tried to get me fired yesterday? I don’t think he’ll ever be fucking with me again after this. It’s a shame you can’t see his ass. You’ve that single rail whip hanging over there by the wall? I bought it just to teach that faggot a lesson. His ass will never look the same after what I did to it this morning!”
“Oh wow, ummm, that sounds pretty painful, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“I made sure it was very painful. I don’t know why that homo thought he could get over on me. But I don’t want you to worry. I would never strike my pussy with a whip. I would never destroy my property like that. My pussy is too pretty to mark up. I’d never stick my cock in such a vile creature. The only thing he’s good for is his mouth!”
“When will you let him go, Mr. Jackson, Sir?”
“When I’m ready. That is not of your concern. We went over this already pussy boy. What I do is my business.”
When I looked more closely at Mr. Young, I noticed he was wearing ear buds in both ears.
“Very observant pussy boy. Not only can’t it speak, it can’t see or hear anything. So this means I can fuck your mouth good and it won’t even know it, and why aren’t you already in position pussy boy? There is no time to waste. I have things to do!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“You know what pussy boy? I’m not interested in your apologies, and you know what else, I changed my mind. I’ve got plenty of cocksuckers, I’m gonna take me some of my pussy.”
Mr. Jackson bent me over his desk and forcibly yanked my pants below my buttocks. He was in a foul mood and gave it a few open handed smacks.
“Give me some of my pussy, boy!”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
I reached behind me to pull my juicy ass cheeks apart and Mr. Jackson spit right on my opening. I heard him push his zipper down and then the heavy weight of his cock smacked against my ass. A few more wads of spit, Mr. Jackson used his fat cock head to push it into my pucker.
I nearly passed out when Mr. Jackson buried his bone up my ass. It was a good thing Mr. Young wasn’t able to hear me screaming from the searing pain.
Mr. Jackson’s hand covered my mouth to muffle me as he dug deep into my body. Eventually, the relentless pounding began to feel so good. Even my small little dick was beginning to plump.
“Oh no you don’t, pussy boy! I just cleaned this floor, you’d better not squirt on it, or else!”
The threat alone caused my nub to deflate and my hole loosened up for Mr. Jackson to really take it to me.
His free hand pressed down on my back, he hunched over, his other hand still over my mouth, Mr. Jackson took possession of my pussy.
“Fuck yeah! This pussy is all mine!”
Mr. Jackson kept going and even when the bell rang to start the next class, he didn’t stop.
“You’re gonna be late for class pussy boy! I’m not done with you yet!”
Mr. Jackson’s right hand smacked my ass three more times and I felt like I was being ridden by a jockey!
“Yeah fucker! I’m almost to the finish line! Gonna fill my pussy good! Oh yeah! Ohhh fuck yeah!”
Mr. Jackson crossed over the point of no return and dumped his load deep into my pussy.
“You better get going pussy boy. Give Jordan my regards. Tell him I’ve got what he needs. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
I took a final look at Mr. Young who didn’t even make a move the entire time I was there.
“What the fuck are you looking at, pussy boy? I said go!”
I ran up the stairs to my classroom.
“Sorry I’m late class.”
“We’re you with Mr. Jackson, Mr. P?”, Sean asked.
“Excuse me, Sean?”
“Oh give it up already. Jordan told me everything, and I mean everything.”
“Sean, can we discuss this after class? We have plenty to cover. Your exam is this Friday.”
“Suit yourself”, Sean said.
I did my best to impart wisdom to the students, but I couldn’t help but notice how Sean was staring at the back of Jordan’s head. It wasn’t a look of friendship, it was a look of betrayal. Jordan’s shoulders were slouched and he was doodling on his paper.
The class bell rang and while Jordan attempted to leave, Sean pressed his hand down on Jordan’s shoulder.
“You’re not going anywhere, faggot!”
“Sean, that’s no way to treat your friend.”
“He’s not my friend. I don’t even know who he is anymore. He told me he’s a cocksucker and you’re Jackson’s pussy boy!”, said in air quotes.
“Sean, I am an adult. None of this is your business.”
“You can’t be serious? I think when you allow a student to fuck your pussy, it becomes my business.”
“Jordan, what did you tell him?”
“I told him everything, Mr. P. Once I started talking, I couldn’t stop. It all just came out. I didn’t think Sean would react like this.”
“Shut your mouth cocksucker!”
“Sean, if I were you I wouldn’t be saying these things. You know Mr. Jackson wouldn’t be too happy. I can tell you first hand, you don’t want to piss him off. Just say you’re sorry to your friend and get to your next class.”
“No, no way Mr. P, I’m not apologizing to this faggot or to you. I’m going straight to the principal’s office. That’s what I’m going to do.”
“Good luck with that, Sean.”
Jordan gave me a knowing look and the two boys left my classroom.
“Shit”, I said to myself as the ne t class filed in. “This is definitely going to be a problem.”
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