8:30 am – Dr. Jenning’s Office/School Counselor
Out in the main office, Mrs. Havins slid me a late pass. “Just in case,” she said and winked. And a peppermint just because. “You’ll make the whole town proud,” she assured me.
“Trying,” I said, kissing her on the cheek and tucking the mint into my jacket pocket for later.
The halls were filling now - locker doors banging, laughter rising, as I threaded through clusters of kids. I got a few nods and shoulder bumps from my teammates, Lenny and Wally, “Tomorrow night, dude!” We fist-bumped.
Then I saw my special boy, Sammy, standing by his locker, and leaned into his ear and whispered, “Hey, beautiful. This big knob might need some attention after the game. You in?”
“Absolutely, dude. Maybe I’ll bring a little company for the back door.” Sammy promised.
“You know what I love,” cooed Billy.
“You coming to see me in Music Man next weekend. I have the lead.” Sammy asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Billy said, and then leaned in again to whisper, “Everyone knows boys suck better,” patting Sammy on the ass affectionately.
This day, which had begun with an itch I couldn’t scratch, is looking up so I can stay focused on tomorrow night’s game.
At the end of the corridor, a freshman stood staring into her locker like it had betrayed her, binders at her feet in an explosion of paper. I paused. If I had an opportunity to hit on a freshman, I was going to take it. The girl looked up, round-faced and panicked.
“You, okay?” I asked, noticing her big tits filling out her sweater, but she didn’t see. One of my specialties. I never want to seem like a perv.
The freshman blew out a breath. “Locker jammed. And—uh—I have biology in two minutes.”
“Here,” I reassured, dropping to one knee. Gentleman, see! “Sometimes they catch on the top lip. You have to lift a little as you turn.” I demonstrated, and the locker clicked open with a small, triumphant sound.
“You’re a life saver,” the freshman girl gushed. Then, after a beat, “You’re Billy Harper.”
“So, they tell me.” I grinned. “And you’re Terry Kinsworth.”
“How did you know my name?” she asked. “That’s what I do. You keep on being as beautiful and sexy as you can’t help but be, gorgeous!” I teased, gave her a wink, her shoulder a squeeze and kept moving down the hall. She was fucking hot. I might need to “hit” that sometime soon. Luscious and I wonder how her pussy might feel with this big thick cock inside. Maybe anal, even. Getting pregnant, explanation. Freshmen are easy!
The counseling office door was propped open, a small fountain burbling in the corner. Fang shoe or some other kind of shit. Dr. Jennings looked up from a calendar. “Billy. I was hoping you’d stop by.”
“I’ve already almost missed first period,” I say, “Meeting with Principal Evans. Do you have time to show me… whatever you call it?”
“Visualization,” he said, ushering me in and shutting the door. “That’s what we’ve been working on.”
So, I’ve been seeing Dr. Jennings for some weeks now - Sweet Dr. J, He loves that I call him that – We kick back in his office, trying this whole mind-game thing for real. He’s grinning like we’re both in on some secret playbook nobody else knows about. It’s not about running faster or benching more, he keeps saying, it’s about staying cool when the heat’s on, about seeing the game before it even happens. And I have to admit, it feels different. Not like practice on the field, but like practice in my head – I’m not sure I buy it all, but Sweet Dr. J seems to love it as much as I do.
Like our typical session, I sit on the sofa in his office and lean back against the left arm. He has a special pillow for me. I throw my left leg over the back of the sofa and put my right leg on the floor. Dr. J sits by the right arm of the sofa.
“Lean back, Billy and close your eyes,” Sweet Dr. J say gently. “Picture the field. Start with your breath.”
I do and for the first time all week, the noise in my head eases enough to let me focus on the upcoming game. I slow my breathing and picture the field.
Dr. J’s hand lands lightly on my knee, the weight of it lingers, and suddenly every nerve in my leg seems awake. His touch drifts in slow circles, climbing higher, the scrape of his nails tracing fire along my legs. Every second is like a new test of control because, man, he loves to tease me and watch me slowly get hard.
When one of his nails skims upward, feather-light, on one of my inner thighs, I have to shift in my seat and readjust my cock. It’s just semi-soft but still expanding and, Big Billy and his Boy’s nestled underneath, need some room when they grow.
His fingers traced another line upward, then paused, then drifted up farther to right below my sack, pushing against it. Then down again, the rhythm on purpose, teasing me, for sure. His fingers move back to my nuts, he softly grabs each one and squeezes it, pulling down on my sack and pressing against my hard cock. His eyes are clearly focused on my crotch, loving that the growth of my rod totally depends on his fingers. The dude doesn’t seem to be able to live without my impressive junk.
“Good. Hear the crowd. See your teammates lined up. Feel the weight of the ball in your hands,” Dr. J instructs.
My jaw unclenches. The image is surprisingly clear. I could almost hear the bang of helmets, the low shout of the snap count.
His hand skipped over my lap until it landed lightly on my hard cock, a finger outlining the shape through my jeans. His touch kept moving, squeezing my shaft, clutching the head, pressing hard on my nuts.
He shifts his touch, full hand pressing down on my member and wiping his two palms over my cock and balls, cupping, pressing, squeezing. I can’t help it. I thrust up a little bit to meet the press of his hands. I’m looking for friction.
Suddenly, Dr. J removes his hands, falls to his knees and thrusts his face directly into my crotch and starts licking, sucking and biting my cock and balls through my jeans. The dude is such a slut, he fucking tries to suck my cock through the goddamn denim.
He comes up for air from the crotch assault, his breathing a little heavier, and says, “Now, Imagine the perfect throw. Don’t rush it. Watch it leave your hands.”
He unzips my jeans, dips his hand in my underwear and pulls out my cock and balls. Especially my balls. The man is crazy about nuts. He settles them in the bottom of the zipper, making sure it holds up my junk where he can easily get to it.
“Take a breath,” he murmurs. “Open your eyes.”
I blink. Sweet Dr. J smiles and, in one movement, takes my knob, down to the root, pressing his nose into my pubes.
“Oh, baby. Take it all the way down, you little cock hound.” Sweet Dr. J loves nasty talk.
He comes up for air – but he never gags – the dude has skills - He goes down one more time, lodging my pole into his throat and sucks on my shaft. He then pulls up and starts licking and sucking on the head, slathering my precum all over his face. He loves to bury his face in it.
“Love on that meat, Dr. J. You know how much Billy loves his favorite cocksucker!”
The bell rings in the distance, giving us the five-minute mark, but I have the hall pass Mrs. Havins had given me so I wasn’t worried. Need to give Dr. J the time he needs to work his magic.
I pull out and slap his face with my cock, he keeps trying to lick it, suck it – I tease him with a little taste and then pull away. I like it when he’s a little desperate. His suction is stronger, his hand pumps the shaft tighter. He sticks out his tongue, begging for it. I lay my knob on his tongue and let him lick it.
I grab the back of his head and start jamming my dick into his mouth. He opens his throat for me and I fuck the shit out of it. Tears are streaming down his face, but he’s a champ. Spit comes out of both sides of his mouth but he smiles and I watch my cock pumping in and out. I take his head and pull him down to my pubes, pressing his face into them while he sucks. The motherfucker worships a cock.
“Dinner time, baby! Eat up.”
He unsnaps my jeans and opens them, pushing his face into my pubes and he starts licking and eating and sucking like a madman. He, then, goes for my balls. This is really my favorite part. He takes one nut into his mouth. Sucks it. Drops it. Licks it. Sucks the other one. Sucks it. Licks it. Drops it. Over-and-over. They’re too big to get both in at once but he sure tries.
“Oh, Fuck, yeah, dude. That’s it! Lick those juicy balls!”
He then starts licking that goddamn place between my sack and my asshole. This is a first. Licking it like a lollipop and dipping his tongue into my asshole, pulling my jeans down so he can get at it. Mr. E already fucking wrecked my hole, bitch.
“AHHH! You’re a beauty, baby, but mother in heaven, leave my ass alone! This cock isn’t gonna suck itself, dude!”
Immediately, he pulls his tongue out of my ass and jumps to my cock. He starts slurping on the head, licking it, suckling it. He tongues up and down the shaft, guzzling on it from the bottom to the top. His hand is at the base, jacking it faster and faster. He spanks it. Rubbing the precum from his face as lube. I told you the fucker is nasty!
“TAKE IT, BITCH. I’M GOING TO BLOW. EAAAAAT MEEEEEE! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Sweet Dr. J covers the head to catch every drop. He’s jacking me furiously, up and down and sucking and licking the head. A blast erupts from the slit and he begins to swallow pretty impressively. Spurt after spurt. Not a single drop gets out. Sucking and guzzling the cream like his life depends on it.
I need to pull back a bit because the sensation is too much, but he tries not to let me. He’s like a vacuum. “Damn,” I say, “Dude, no one’s going to take it away, you little fucker.” I pull out and put the last spurt onto his face. He likes that too. It’s in his eyes, on his cheek, on his nose.
Without wiping his face or saying a word, he proceeds to lick and suck my cock clean, place my dick and balls back inside my underwear, zip me up and close the button of my jeans.
“Remember Billy, visualization is important, if you want to be a winner! It requires sessions at least once a week.” Sweet Dr. J advises. He stays in his seat, covered in cum.
I thank him and give him a kiss on the cheek not covered in cum. I mean, I do love the taste of my own cum but I’m not licking it off his face. Jesus, REALLY?! He’s a nasty perv but the dude has killer cock sucking skills. I call him the Master Blower, but only to myself and maybe one or two of my special boys. Sammy has certainly experienced Sweet Dr. J. He’s got a big dick too and the man is obsessed.
I head out the door, late for history class but I know Mr. Miller will forgive me. I love history. It’s my favorite subject. The halls are clear and I run to his room, which is only a few doors away, opening the door silently and sneaking into my seat.
Coming Soon! Part 3!
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