This story is about the adventures of JD, a very muscular dominant young man as he manipulates and controls his high school teachers, his family members, and others around him. This story is total fantasy and is for entertainment purposes only, and the author in no way intends it to represent any form of actual reality. If you don't like stories about heavy dominance and submission or you're not of legal age, please don't read it.

My Teacher, My Pet

Chapter 15

So Ken had given me a terrific blowjob and had left the apartment. I had taken a shower and had gone back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I wasn't quite ready to face Carl yet, so I sat there in the nude diddling with my prick and remembering the amazing blowjob Ken had just given me. It wasn't complete deep-throat, but damn close to it and it was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. That couldn't have been Ken's first time. He'd either been sucking somebody with a really big dick regularly, or he'd been practicing a lot with a really big sausage.

That's when I had a flash of clarity. It was like a light going on in my brain. He'd been practicing in preparation for sucking me! Yes he had, I was sure of it. I was positive he hadn't been sucking anybody regularly, particularly with an enormous dick like mine. So he had been practicing. He'd been practicing for me. Yesssssssssss. He'd been practicing with a damn sausage just so he could give me a great blowjob.

This was serious shit. My feelings for him which had been rather neutral, now suddenly became hot. Can you even imagine a guy doing this for you? He was no longer just going to be an acquaintance, he was going to be a good friend. And there was no doubt this good friend was going to give me one hell of a lot of pleasure.

I'd been sitting on the sofa playing with my dick thinking about Ken, and now, suddenly I realized that I was hard. Like a steel beam. I was super hard and super-hot.

I knew that I had to straighten Carl out about arguing with me, and I shouldn't put it off. I know this Master/Slave thing is 'fun and games' and we both enjoyed it, but there was some seriousness to it as well. I was just sick of his attitude of disagreeing with me and disputing me. I didn't gave a damn if he thought he was 'older and wiser' than me. It didn't matter to me what he thought. I think he still considered me an immature kid, and somehow I had to knock that idea right out of his head. And whatever it took, that was what I was going to do. I was the Master, and he damn well was going to learn to be the Slave, even if I had to beat it into him.


Right now I was super-hot and I needed to fuck. The discipline would have to wait until after I fucked him.


Carl had been lying down but sat up on the side of the bed when I walked in. From the look on his face, I think he was still upset with me. I think he was still upset about my bringing Ken in today.

"I'm sorry, JD" he said. But he didn't look at all sorry.

"You're sorry?" I growled at him.

"Yes, I am sorry, JD, but you've got to understand ...."

"That's your problem right there" I shouted at him. Yes, shouted. "I don't have to understand a damn thing. You're the one that needs to understand."


"Shut up" I screamed. "Just shut up. I don't want to hear your shit." I was steaming. I'd been in the bedroom for less than a minute and I was already steaming. "You're a stupid son of a bitch if you don't understand that I'm in charge. I'm the one that seduced you. I'm the one that fucks you. And you're the one who needs to keep his damn mouth shut and do what I tell him."

Carl just sat there on the side of the bed with his mouth open. I don't think he'd never seen me quite like this before.

"I'm sick of your attitude" I said. "And it's damn well going to change if I have to beat your ass from here to hell and back." I realized that I was so angry I was about to lose control. So I just stood there and started taking deep breaths. I wasn't one of those who counts to 100 but I was doing the next best thing: deep breathing.

Carl didn't say anything. He was shocked. It was finally sinking in how angry it made me when he argued with me. Neither of us moved for two, maybe three minutes while I forced myself to calm down. My prick, which had been like a steel rod and standing straight up when I walked in, was beginning to wilt. But no way was I going to lose it. I came in here wanting to fuck, and I was going to fuck.

"We'll straighten this out later" I snapped at him, not shouting now. "But right now I gotta fuck. Get on the bed and get your god damn legs in the air." I was still upset but at least I was in control of my emotions. Carl was still kinda in shock, and he didn't move for a moment. "MOVE IT" I shouted. Yeah, I was shouting again.

My shout got Carl's attention and he jumped back on the bed, put his arms behind his knees and lifted his ass up in the air. I walked over to the bed and gave his ass a hard swat. (wham) Carl let out a grunt. I swatted him again on the other cheek. (wham) He was looking into my eyes as he grunted again.

I could see that he was really upset now, there were tears in his eyes. He was very contrite now and I could see that maybe he was ready to beg for my forgiveness. And I realized immediately that it was time for reconciliation. If he was ready, I had to be ready. My anger dissipated. It was like somebody had stuck me with a pin and it just leaked out of my body and suddenly I was clam. It was like turning off a light. My anger was gone.

But, I couldn't let him off the hook that easy. I think that was my problem. I'd get angry, but then he'd be so sorrowful and desolate with that 'teddy bear hurt look' in his eyes, that I'd forgive him. And we'd never get to the cause of the problem which was him pissing me off. We'd never get to the discipline. We'd fuck and make up.

Carl is so cute when he's looking sad, that it almost broke my heart, but this time, this time, I was not going to let him get away with it. Yes, my anger was gone, but I wasn't going to let him know that. He dared to argue with me and got me upset, and I was going to punish him for it.

I grabbed his hair and jerked his head up; and slapped him.

"Ouch, JD" he cried. "That hurt." It didn't hurt that much because I was careful, but I know it stung, and that was good, because I wanted him to think I was still angry. A little pain would make him think that I was really serious about this. I let go of his hair and grabbed my dick and started jerking it. It had gone partially soft while we argued but now I started to get it hard again.

As my dick got up to its full size and girth, I took aim and pushed it into Carl's ass, forcing it almost all the way in in one motion; cramming near all ten inches into him. That got a grunt out of him. Then I pulled back almost to the tip, and really rammed it to him hard. The whole bed shook and it actually banged against the wall. I'd already fucked Carl once today, so I knew I'd go in smoothly, but even so, it probably hurt.

I pushed Carl's legs up and started banging it to him. Hard and fast. No finesse in this fuck, but just down and dirty ramming it in. I wasn't angry now, but he didn't know that so I was banging him hard.

Carl had closed his eyes, and was grunting with each thrust. The tears were still dripping but he wasn't showing any emotion that I could see. He was just taking it. I was always rough when I fucked Carl and he loved it that way, but this time it looked like he wasn't enjoying it.

And believe or not, I found that upsetting. He was supposed to love it when I fucked him. Was I being too hard on him? I know I was pretending to be angry, but he should still be enjoying the fuck.

I didn't stop, but I slowed down and held back just a smidgen so as not to be so rough. I knew this had to be a joint thing; he had to enjoy it. To some extent, we were lovers. Master/Slave lovers, and we both had to enjoy the fuck. A Master/Slave situation where only the Master enjoyed the fuck would be monstrous. It would be nothing more than rape.

I'd only raped Carl once. The very first time, in his classroom. The day I showed him my prick. But even that was questionable since he'd wanted it. Yes, I'd forced myself on him, and made him blow me, but he'd wanted it and later said it was one of the most exciting events of his life. Since then there had been plenty of 'pretend' rapes, because that was our game. Master raping his slave. It was fun.

So I was still fucking him but I had slowed down even more and stopped slamming into him quite as hard. But, it still took almost no time at all for me to reach my peak. If Carl was not enjoying it I needed to cut it short anyway.

"You like me fucking you, slave boy" I growled at him, trying to sound angry. He opened his eyes and looked at me. That was my downfall. He looked so sad and vulnerable that it broke my heart. "Oh, baby" I said and bent down and kissed him. "Baby, baby, baby," I said as I kept kissing him. Short soft sweet kisses.

"Am I hurting you, baby" I asked. Carl now sensed my concern and actually smiled at me.

"No, JD, of course not," he whispered. "You never hurt me."

"I'm almost there, baby" I said contritely. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, JD, yes" he whispered and he definitely smiled now. "Go ahead, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

So I did. I was close anyway so it only took half a dozen thrusts before I started to shoot.

"Oh, honey, this is so good" I said as I banged into him one final time, and then just held on as my prick loaded up his ass. I grabbed his hair, holding his head and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. He returned it, dueling his tongue with mine as I moaned softly

And then it was done. After I finished my final shot, I simply pulled out and flopped over on the bed next to him. Carl put his legs down, but neither of us moved for at least two minutes. We were panting up a storm.

Then, Carl rolled over, put an arm around me and planted his face in my neck and started kissing.

"I'm sorry, JD. I'm so, so sorry" he said as he kissed. "I love you, JD, and I don't mean to make you angry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said.

"I'm not mad now, baby" I said. "I'm not mad at you. How can I be mad at you?"

I rolled over on my side facing him, slipped an arm under him and hugged him to me. His face was buried into my shoulder blade, and he kept kissing me.

"Carl, baby" I whispered in his ear. "I promise I won't ever dump something like this on you again. I promise. I will always let you know in advance." See how wonderful I am? Even cold hearted Master, JD, has a warm spot in his heart for his slave. For his lover. Even if what I said wasn't totally true, I knew that's what he wanted to hear so that made it okay. After all, I was definitely going to do Ken again, and Carl didn't need to know that. He didn't need of know of my plans with Stuart either.

I don't know why I have such a terrible temper, but I'm going to try harder to control it. The fact is Carl and I have a great relationship and this Master/Slave thing works for us. We both love it. But he had better not argue with me again. I knew I was making a mistake letting him off the hook this time, but I promised myself that I'd punish him severely if it happened again. I guess I'm a pussy when it comes to Carl.


I got a couple e-mails from Troy throughout the afternoon. He mentioned that Trace was with him, and was that okay? He also said he was sorry I couldn't make it, but it still wasn't too late. He sent me an e-mail just after noon, again at 1:30 and again just before 3:00. I finally answered and said I was tied up all day.

I started out the day by fucking Carl and then got that super blowjob from Ken. After Ken left Carl and I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, playing and petting and smooching and dozing. He blew me twice before 5:00 when I had to leave. Four ejaculations with Carl and one with Ken, but hell, that's nothing. I'm sixteen and on a day like this my prick seldom every goes down.

Was Ken a better cocksucker than Carl? No, of course not. But he was good. And he was new. Carl and Ken were both good, and were spoiling me rotten, and I loved it.

Now, get this. I'd shot my load five times, and they were all memorable. But you know what I was thinking about as I left Carl's apartment? I was thinking about a three or four hour blowjob, an all afternoon affair. And I was picturing Troy and Trace taking turns or maybe both together. I smiled because I could almost see those two little buggers with their cute cherubic faces buried in my crotch. I had to reach down and readjust my prick which ain't easy on a bike.

I sent Troy and e-mail when I got home suggesting that we do it tomorrow, Sunday. I also told him it was okay to have Trace there.

Troy jumped at the chance and suggested I come by between 10:00 and noon. I agreed.


Since Troy's folk's mansion was on a corner, Troy told me to take my bike in from the side and park it behind the garage. Not only did he have his own private apartment, but since we didn't have to use the driveway, his parents wouldn't even know if anybody was there.

As directed by Troy, I climbed the outside stairway behind the garage up to a landing on the second floor. Troy opened the door when I arrived at the top of the stairs. He came outside the door and grabbed me, hugging me tight, his face buried in my chest.

"Wow, Troy, are you happy to see me?" I said in surprise. He pulled his head back and looked up at me. Remember I'm about a foot taller than him.

"Yes" he said giving me a huge grin. "Yes, yes, yes." Then he laughed.

"Yes, I can see that" I said as I laughed along with him. Pushing him back a bit I bent down and kissed him.

"I wanted to have you to myself" he said when we broke the kiss.

"Oh?" I said. That was a curious statement since I think it was his idea to include Trace.

"Come-on in" he said as he turned and held the door for me. I stepped into a cozy living room done in various shades of gray. A sofa and some chairs and some rugs. I could see that it was expensively done.

"They're in the game room" he said, and pointed to an open doorway. A game Room? They? This fourteen year old kid had a game room in his own private apartment? And who was 'they'?

I stepped through the doorway and ran into a fight. Trace was there sitting off to the right in what looked like a camp chair. His twin sister, Stacy was standing next to a pool table and right in her face was her brother Ken yelling at her.

"Tracy and Stacy came in together half an hour ago" Troy said from behind me. "But Ken got here just a few minutes ago and they've been yelling at each other ever since."

What the fuck? What was I going to do with four of them? Then I got a big grin on my face.

What the fuck was I going to do with four of them? It was going to be the most exciting event of my life figuring out what to do. I got flashes and visions in my head, and my prick started to grow.

But first of all I had to stop the fight.

"SHUT UP" I shouted and that's when they all saw me. It got instantly silent in the room.

Ken was the first one to speak. "JD, I will not allow my sister to ...."

"I said shut up" I shouted again. Ken did shut up. "Troy, what's going on?" I asked, turning to Troy.

"Trace was supposed to come, but he showed up with Stacy" he said. "She wasn't ...."

"She insisted" Trace said, interrupting him. "She said she'd rip my arm off if I didn't bring her along."

"Rip your arm off?" I said.

"JD" Stacy said, and pushing Ken away walked over to me and gave me a kiss. Shit! Right in front of everybody. We were all shocked. But there was more. It was not just a peck on the lips, but a spit exchanging, tongue lapping, French kiss. And then she really shocked me by grabbing my crotch. Grabbing my dick.

I was dressed in my usual, sex on a stick, outfit. A white, skin tight, muscle shirt, and a pair of white short, shorts. The shorts barely covered my ass, and definitely showed a healthy bulge in front even when I was soft. You can imagine what it will look like when I get hard, and right now, with Stacy's hand groping me, I was getting hard.

I pushed her away. "Whoa!" I said. "Slow down, honey."

"Yeah. I said I'd rip his arm off" Stacy said and giggled.

"JD" Ken started in again. "I will not allow ...."

"Shut the fuck up, Ken" I snapped at him. "And don't try to tell me what you will allow." Stacy came at me again but I moved my head so her lips ended up on my cheek, but she put her arms around me and hugged me tight, actually forcing me back a step.

"I love you, JD. I love you" she said.

"Will you stop it" I said, but I had a smile as I tried to push her back. It was a struggle because she didn't want to let go but I finally pushed her away. She was grinning and giggling and I couldn't help but grin back. I could see she was just putting on a show, and I think she was doing it to embarrass Ken.

"Stacy, you're a liar" Trace said as he got up and walked over. "JD, she said if I brought her she'd only watch. Stacy" he said to her "you said you'd only watch."

"Okay, I lied" she giggled. Ken stepped up and grabbed her arm.

"Stacy, you can't ...."

Stacy actually screamed at him. "Let me go" she yelled, jerking her arm away. "Leave me alone."

"I'm not going to let you ...." he started to stay, but now I got into it. I stepped up to him and grabbed him by the shirt front.

"Leave her along, Ken. You don't own her" I growled into his face.

"JD, please" he said. "Don't ...."

"I already fucked her once, Ken. Don't you remember" I said sweetly.

This seemed to shut him up. He just looked into my eyes as I glared at him.

"What are you doing here, Ken?" I asked. And I really wondered why he was here. Did he want to protect his sister, or did he want to get a chance to blow me again? He gulped as I gave him a shake and pulled him in nose to nose. "What are you doing here?" I repeated.

He gulped again but didn't say anything. Why was he here? I figured he wanted to blow me again, but did he want to do it in front of his brother and sister? I don't think so, although it sounded pretty damn exciting. I'd love it.

"Come-on, Ken" I said as I took his arm and escorted him out of the room. I took him out to the landing at the top of the stairs and closed the door. Grabbing a handful of his hair and jerking him towards me, I kissed him. Hard.

And guess what? Ken grabbed my dick. Yeah, he did. He grabbed my dick. He wanted it. What a turn-on. I think he wanted me to fuck him right there on the top of the steps.

"Not now, Ken" I murmured as I broke the kiss. "But when?"

"Whenever you want, JD" he said as he gasped and tried to continue the kiss, but I was holding his hair. "This afternoon?" I eased up on his hair and let him kiss me again. A short one this time. He was performing wonders with my dick. I was now fully hard in these tight white shorts.

"Not this afternoon, Ken, but maybe tomorrow night. Call me. Okay?"

"Okay, JD" he said. I let go of him and he let go of my dick and turned to go down the steps.

"Ken" I said and he turned back. "I'm going to fuck your sister."

"JD, please" he said. "You can't ...."

"I'm going to fuck your sister, Ken. Now." And I admit I actually smiled at him. But it didn't make him angry. Ken knew me well enough that he realized that there was nothing he could do or say to stop me.

"Okay, JD. Okay" he said, knowing that I was going to do it. "But please use a condom. Please, JD."

"You got one?" I asked him. I admit I didn't carry them myself. Fucking boys didn't often lead to pregnancy.

"Yeah, JD" he said as he pulled out his wallet and got a condom out of it. "Please use it, JD" he said. He reached forward and grabbed my fully hard prick giving it one final feel before he turned away and went down the steps.

As I reentered the game room, before I could even think, Trace was on me. Putting his arms around my neck and standing on his tiptoes he latched his lips onto mine. I was just as startled as I was when Stacy had done it. So I kissed him back. You bet I did. If you remember, I said Trace was a gorgeous kid.

This kiss went on longer than the one with Stacy, but I finally pushed him back.

"Hold it, Trace" I said. "Just hold on." He had this huge grin on his face as I pushed him away.

"JD, you're killing me" he said and laughed. "You let me work out with you but you won't let me touch you. It's killing me." Now I laughed along with him.

Stacy was not about to be ignored so she stepped up a grabbed my left bicep with both hands feeling the massive muscle. It was an automatic reaction on my part to flex it a little, giving her a thrill. "I dream about you, JD" she said as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "I dream about your hot body every night. I dream about you touching me." She squeezed my bicep.

"JD" Trace said softly, not willing to be left out. "JD, I want you to fuck me." He grabbed my other bicep, gave it a squeeze, and kissed me on the other cheek. It was all happening so quickly, I was temporarily dumbfounded. Me, the stud, the guy always in control, I was overwhelmed. I was speechless.

"Ah hum" we heard, and this was from Troy. "Shall we set down?" he said and we all laughed. Trace stepped back but Stacy didn't want to let go. She squeezed my muscle again and gave me another kiss on the cheek.

"I love your body, JD" she whispered as she now planted a kiss on my bicep. "I love you."

"Let's go into the living room" Troy said and he grabbed my free hand. I shook Stacy off and followed him out of the room.

Holding my hand, Troy pulled me into the living room and set me down in a love seat, and sat next to me, definitely declaring his ownership. Stacy sat in an overstuffed chair and Trace on the sofa. They both sat on the very edge of the cushion, ready to leap up in a split second.

Troy spoke first. "You brought her here, Trace. You didn't ask me."

"Hell, Troy" Trace said. "You know how she is. Once she found out, there was nothing I could do." I had to remember that Troy and Trace were best friends, and were probably together all the time, so of course, Troy would know Stacy very well.

"Stacy, you've got to go" Troy said.

"I ain't leaving" Stacy said as she stood up. Grabbing her blouse, she pulled it up and over her head leaving her naked from the waist up. She didn't have much in the way of tits, but they were developing nicely and she was definitely female. Hey, I'm a fag, but with that slim youthful body, and that pretty face, she looked damn good. She was hot.

"Stacy, please" Trace said as he put his hands in front of his face, pretending not to look at her. "Don't make me look."

"Fuck you, Tracy" she said sarcastically.

"Hold on, hold on" I finally said. I was the stud, and I needed to get control of this situation. "What am I supposed to do with the three of you?"

"Fuck us?" Troy said innocently as if asking a question. "Fuck all three of us?"

So I did.

I started out by having each one of them put on a show. Starting with Stacy who was already half naked, I had them try to look sexy and dance a little as they stripped. I sat there with my hand on my dick enjoying these kids trying to impress me and look as sexy as possible. Stacy put on a great show, but Troy was also great. He really knew some moves to make himself look sexy, and he was such a cute guy to begin with. He also had a dick which gave him an advantage over Stacy.

Trace didn't have the moves that Troy had but he had a much better body. Even at thirteen his muscles were coming along beautifully and he knew how to use them. At one point he actually stood on his hands shaking his little pecker in my face.

Now it was my turn. I let Troy strip me as I just stood there. I wasn't wearing much but when they're so tight they're not that easy to get off. Then I put on my show, my muscle show. No dancing but just pure unadulterated superbly shaped muscles, flexing and moving from pose to pose. I didn't worry about my dick because I knew it would take care of itself. I mean, three gorgeous young kids sitting there in awe with their mouths hanging open waiting for their chance to worship me and my dick.

"JD" Troy said hesitantly as I released my final double bicep pose. "I got this oil, it's a raspberry scented oil, and I was hoping that I could .... that we could oil you up. You know. Rub the oil on your muscles?"

"Oh, shit" Trace said. "Wow. You would be spectacular oiled up, JD. Oh, yeah let's do that."

"Well, okay. I'm willing" I said with a smirk on my face.

"I also ...." Troy said. "I mean, I thought, I got a sheet of plastic .... and ...."

I started to laugh and Stacy and trace joined in. "You really do plan things don't you?" I said. Troy just looked a little embarrassed. "Okay, let's do it."

Troy led us back into the game room where he got a sheet of plastic from a cupboard and spread it down next to the pool table. Then he came out with three bottles of oil, one for each of them. He had really thick plush carpet in the room so it was going to be perfect for lying on, for fucking on.

Without saying a word, I stepped into the middle of the plastic and just waited.

And then we had three hours of fun. Obviously I was the center of attention the whole time because they were not much interested in each other. And, let me tell you, my muscles have never received a workout like this outside of a weight room. Three busy tongues and mouths licking and sucking my every body part from head to toe, and six busy hands touching and groping and massaging every inch of me. They had me flexing my spectacular muscles over and over. And over and over. Talk about heavenly, this was it.

All three of them were totally focused on me; worshiping my body and giving me the maximum pleasure they could manage. I admit I encouraged a bit of competition between them about who was best and had them wrestling around in the oil each trying to out due the others in pleasuring me.

It was heavenly beyond belief, and I admit I was a bit selfish about it. I was the center of attention and I wanted it to stay with me the center of attention. At one point Trace and Troy were 69ing; after all they were best friends, but I made them stop. I didn't mind them diddling with each other's pricks but I wanted those hot mouths and tongues focused on me.

I came four times, starting with a terrific 45 minute blow job, which was a kind of a shared activity between all three of them. I could have cum half a dozen times, but I held off for almost an hour. It was particularly hot when I had the twins on either side of my dick as I held their hair and jacked in between their lips. It wasn't quite a three hour blowjob as I had envisioned, but it was incredibly hot with those three kids fighting over who was sucking me the best.

None of them had eaten ass before, but since that's one of my favorite activities, all three of them became damn good at it before the afternoon was over. Stacy was the one hard to figure. She knew I was gay but she said she loved me and she meant it. She raved on and on about my physique, moaning almost constantly as she worshiped my muscles. She'd do anything to make me happy. Once she found out how much I loved getting a tongue up my ass, she went at it, buried her face in there and wouldn't quit. After, like, half an hour, I had to literally push her away to give the boys a chance.

After the blowjob we played around in the oil, having a great time sliding over each other like slick little eels. During those couple hours I managed to fuck all three of them in the, ass. That was a new thing for all of them but Stacy was particularly hot for it, and I didn't need a condom. However, I did end up using the condom later when she insisted on putting it on me and screwing me from on top.

And let me tell you how hot that was. Stacy on top screwing herself on my big bludgeon like a bitch in heat, while I had a cute young boy on each bicep. Encouraging me to flex, they each licked and sucked and kissed up and down my biceps and triceps and shoulders, into my armpits and back again, and again, and again, and again. I'd give them an occasional slap on the back of the head as encouragement and they'd really go at it. Then I'd flex some more. Their busy hands continuously rubbed through the oil touching and massaging me everywhere. Wow!

So, one blowjob and four fucks in three hours, just an average afternoon for a hot blooded stud like me. I have no idea how many times Stacy came, but she sure screamed a lot. But I know Trace came three times and Troy came twice.

What is it they say? 'a good time was had by all'. But I had an especially good time.

I tried to get Stacy and Trace to shower together but they vehemently refused. After we'd all showered and dressed, I told them I needed to talk to Troy, so Stacy and Trace went on their way.

After Stacy and Trace left, Troy tried to talk me into staying and finishing up the afternoon with my prick in his mouth.

"That was our original plan, JD" he pleaded. "I was going to suck you all afternoon. So, we've still got time."

"Sorry, Troy, but I'm sated, some other time."

"Come on JD, I know you've got it in you."

"Sorry, Troy. Not today" I laughed. "But I have a proposition you. Maybe I'll give you all the fun and games you could want."

"What?" he said in amazement. "What? How?"

"You know about Mr. Jameson?"

"Well, yeah" he said hesitantly.

"What do you know?"

"Well, I know you ahhh ...., you ahhh .... I know you ...."

"Yeah, that's it" I said. "I'm fucking him."

"JD, that's so cool. So fucking cool. You fucking your teacher" he said in amazement. "Mr. Jameson is so good looking and you're .... you're .... well you're a God, JD. You fucking Mr. Jameson! Wow!"

"Yeah" I said, "but we've got a problem. Carl's .... Mr. Jameson's mother and sister moved in with him and I had to move back with my parents."

"You were living with him?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was."

"What are you? Like lovers or something?"

"Let's just say I love fucking him and he loves getting fucked. But we need a place to do it."

"Oh shit yes, JD" he answered immediately realizing what I was going to ask. "You can do it here. That would be so cool. Yes, do it here. Yes. Yes."

"Okay, I'll tell him. I'll work it out with you later. You're a good kid, Troy."

"Ahhh .... What do I get out of it?" he asked.

"What? You want to blackmail me?"

"Hell yes. This is my chance" he said and we both laughed.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you" he said.

"You want this big prick of mine."


"You got it" I answered him.

"Oh fuck yeah" he said excitedly. "And I want to watch."

"Okay, you can watch" I said. Actually that sounded hot. I know I'd love having an audience while I fucked Carl. I doubted he'd like it but I didn't really care. He'd be happy to do it if he knew I wanted to do it. Either that, or he'd do it because I'd make him do it.

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