FINAL PROBLEMS
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Phillip and Rick slipped into the home office of Mr. Knotts without any more problems. Once they were in, Rick slipped the door shut quietly as he could and let out a "whoosh!" of held breath. "Whoo! Man, that was fucking close!" He laid his large football-player body back against the door in an exaggerated fearful panic.
"Keep your voice down!" hissed Phillip. "They might hear us!" Phillip was just as big a young hunk as Rick, though his short-cut hair was brown while Rick's military flat-top was blonde, both were high school seniors and played as defensive linemen when there was a football game on. But football season was over and so was the school year save for the final tests and they had run up against the same problem as many senior jocks had before them. How were they going to graduate with the grades they'd earned (or failed to earn, is more apt) in school?
"Hear us? Busy as they are? I don't think so!" Rick smirked. "I never knew that Hard Knock Knotts was a cocksucker!" The two had passed Mr. Knotts' bedroom on their way to his study and through the partially open door had seen their muscled, masculine-looking math teacher/football's assistant coach on his bed in a passionate 69 with another handsome, hunky man, both sucking on each other's cocks so ardently that neither had noticed the pair of teenaged burglars creeping past in the hallway.
"So's his boyfriend." Phillip pointed out. Phillip was doing what they came for, he was looking through the papers on Knott's desk, trying to find the math final test. "Are you going to help me look for the final answers, or just stand there and make jokes about our soon-to-be-ex-teacher being gay?"
"I can do both!" But Rick began to help him look. There were a lot of papers on the desk to look through.
"We got to hurry!" Phillip went on. "We've got to ace that final, man!"
"What if the test ain't here?"
"The test is tomorrow morning." Phillip said inexorably. "Either we find it tonight, or we flunk. Want to go to school with Hard Knock Knotts another year and do it all over again?"
"Hell, no!"
"So we search here, then the entire house if we have to. It's got to be here, we already searched his stuff at the school." The two got busy first with the desk papers, then trying to open the file cabinets. They'd just gotten one of the three cabinets open and were thumbing through the folders inside with some hope (it held sample tests for various classes, no paydirt yet, but maybe....)
"Ahem!" came the too-familiar sound at the door, they'd heard it too many times when sitting in the back of the class, sharing a joke or dirty picture or game strategy. Then as now, they looked up to see their teacher leaning in the doorway, staring at them with the familiar fishy ah-ha look. Only difference here was that he was stark, staring naked! His cock was still erect and wet, but he ignored it, his broad arms crossed on his hairy chest, his arrogantly male face holding a slight "Gotcha!" smile. "May I help you two, or are you just browsing?" he asked them.
Phillip knew better than to pretend he was innocent. "Oh, God, Mr. Knotts! You can't tell anyone on us, you just can't! We didn't find nothing, it's not going to make any difference...."
"You call breaking into my home nothing?" Mr. Knotts asked him.
"So we don't want to fail so bad we tried to find the test answers ahead of time!" Phillip went on hopelessly.
"So now you're going to go to jail and get to be the girlfriends of some bad-ass black guy named Knuckles." the other man had appeared, just head and shoulders to the right of Mr. Knotts.
"Not if you don't tell anyone we were here!" Phillip went on.
Rick had been silent up until now. "Yeah, come on, we'll do anything if you don't turn us in!" he whined. That whine had worked wonders while he was a child and still held his mother in thrall.
"What happens if they fail your test, Carl?" the other man asked Mr. Knotts.
"These two? They don't get to graduate."
"Summer school?"
"Doesn't exist at our school." Knotts told the other man, who pursed his lips and whistled. "Best they can hope for is to get to take a retest before the end of summer. With it, they can petition the school board to get their grade changed. Of course, by then it's usually too late to get into college that semester. And the retest is much tougher than the regular final. Or mine is."
"You going to let them take a retest?"
"These two numbnuts? No way!"
"Come on, we'll do anything!" Phillip begged them.
"What do you think, Drake?" Mr. Knotts asked his buddy.
"They ought to pay some kind of price for breaking in here, shouldn't they?" his lover mused. "You could get them expelled from school."
"No, please, not that!" Phillip cried out. "I'll take the retest, but I got to go to college this fall!" His mother was expecting it, had planned for it. "I'll study all summer!"
"I'm fine with the two of you taking the retest." Mr. Knotts assured him. "It's this breaking and entering that needs to be addressed here."
"Anything, Mr. Knotts, anything."
"What do you think, Carl?" Drake asked Mr. Knotts.
"I think they interrupted you and me at our business." Mr. Knotts said. "And I personally don't think I'm going to be able to get back to it when they're gone."
Drake seemed appalled. "But the only reason I let you suck my cock is that it means I get to suck yours."
"Nope, I'm down for the night." Mr. Knotts went on. "Which leaves you without a dong to suck on."
"Oh." Drake frowned. "You know, I don't think I got any left in me, neither."
"And that leaves us both out." Mr. Knotts went on. "I think these two ought to make up for interrupting us, don't you think?"
Rick was dumbfounded by this exchange, but Phillip picked up on it. "You mean you want to suck our cocks?"
"I could sure go for some hard young teenaged cock." Drake agreed.
"Especially with these two. Young and hung and always ready." Carl agreed. "All I could do not to take them down right in the middle of class." He stepped toward Rick. "This one has a cock you got to see to believe. He's all mine."
"I thought I saw you checking me out in the shower that time." Rick answered.
Phillip saw Drake advancing on him. He backed up, found himself back against the desk. "But...but what about the test tomorrow."
"Show up on time and take it." his teacher (soon to be ex-teacher) responded. "If you can pass it, I'll give you the grade you earned. No more, no less. Otherwise, you have to try to take the retest, or show up next year to retake the entire class."
"So if I let you suck my cock...."
"I won't report this break-in to the police or the school board. That's all. If that's enough, unzip for Drake so he can get to work."
Phillip hesitated, seeing Rick perched on the side of the same desk he was leaning against, and his teacher busily tugging at Rick's zipper. Rick was easy enough with this. He gulped and turned, and reached for his own zipper.
He got it unzipped and unbelted his waist, and then Drake, now kneeling at his feet, grabbed his pants and began to tug at it. His jeans were held by a small copper button, they came apart when Drake's hands grabbed his pants, and then he was yanking the jeans down Phillip's legs. The briefs came with them, and suddenly Phillip's manhood was covered only by his shirttail. They posed no barrier to Drake's hungry hands that snaked in and grabbed his tool and brought it out to play.
Phillip wasn't that hard, but Drake's hand had a firm hold on him and it stiffened as he held onto it.
Drake regarded the swelling organ as it firmed up and reached out to pass the limit of Drake's hand-width and extend beyond a three inches. "Now that's just what Momma Ward's little boy Drake has been craving."
"Can't we just get this over with?" Phillip moaned.
"I was just thinking the same thing!" Drake agreed and scarfed down Phillip's hot young dong.
Phillip had never had a girl do more than fondle him a little bit, and his own hand had done nothing to prepare him for this! His cock was suddenly engulfed in moist warmth and the lips were like a velvet-covered ring that had clasped his shaft tightly, enough to push his cockskin down with it, exposing his glans totally to that warm, warm mouth, the tongue inside rubbed itself over his glans and bathed it in delight and Phillip threw his head back and moaned. "Ahhhhh!"
"Ooooh, yeahhhhh!" Rick grunted right after.
Phillip turned his desire-fogged eyes toward Rick and saw that Mr. Knotts had Rick's cock (a majestic organ, all right) busy, he was bobbing back and forth with a fury that Phillip envied.
As if Drake read his mind, the big man began to suck him more lustily, Phillip's cock whinnied with the intense pleasure racing through it. "Oh, God, oh!" he groaned. "I don't believe this!"
"Yeah, Hard Knock Knotts is on his knees and sucking on my whanger!" Rick agreed. "Hard to believe, ain't it?" He gave a sort of startled jerk and looked down. "And shit, he's so fucking good at it, too!"
Phillip watched his personal bugaboo slurping on his buddy's prod and then he just sort of surrendered to it all. His hands reached down and grabbed Drake's head and he began to hunch-fuck that willing, talented mouth. Drake not only let him do it, he grabbed Phillip's hips in both his big hams of hands and forced the teenaged stud to drive his cock deeper down Drake's mouth.
"Oh, ah, shit!" Phillip grunted, his face flushing a pale pink in his lust. "I'm about to come! I'm about to come!"
"Oh, shit, yeah, blow a big wad down his throat!" Rick urged him. "I know I'm going to!"
Drake's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner and a massage stick and a warm washcloth all at once, and all of them were intent on wringing every ounce of passion out of Phillip's prick. Phillip felt his climax rising in him and his hands clutched Drake's head tighter and pressed his dong all the way down that throat so that the head was deep in his gullet, gave out a loud moaning wail and he came!
Hot, hard and heavy, he came, drenching Drake's throat with his juicy jizz-squirts, ejaculating deep. Drake managed to pull away and he caught the rest of Phillip's load on his mouth and tongue, not relinquishing a drop, but drinking it, relishing it, savoring the teenaged potency of the white man-spunk.
Phillip finished and, panting heavily, sagged back on the desk, papers sliding every which way and falling to the floor. He lay back on the desk and looked at his buddy's back while Drake licked and suckled the last dregs of his seed from his cock.
He could only see Rick's broad back but he heard his buddy moan out his joy as he struck his climax. "Oh-oh-OH-OH, OH, G-O-O-O-O-D!" he burst out and Phillip could hear his teacher's mouth sucking up the hot teen stud jizz fast as his buddy could generate it. Rick moaned and writhed and then he fell back and was on top of Phillip and Phillip now just could see Mr. Knotts licking at Rick's still stiff and powerful dong.
"Man, that was just what I needed." Drake said, standing up and wiping his lips. "Better than yours ever was, Carl."
"This one cranked out a hot load, too." Mr. Knotts stood up. "Going to be harder than ever keeping hands off him when he comes back to take my class again next year."
"Not if we pass that test, we won't." Phillip ventured.
Mr. Knotts snickered openly. "Fat chance of that." He patted a cabinet the pair hadn't rifled yet. "I got the goods right here and they haven't paid enough attention in class to have a hope in hell."
"Probably not." Drake agreed.
Phillip kept his face carefully still. "Well, we'll go now, Mr. Knotts. See you in class tomorrow."
The teacher showed the two to the door and they went out to their car. Sat and waited until the lights went out and then slipped back in. The new cabinet posed no real problem and they had the answers in hand by one o'clock in the morning and memorized by three. They returned the test and set out for home to nap before going to class the following day.
The test results were posted before the end of the day and Phillip walked up to check his score. "15." A mere fifteen percentage points on the final. What the fuck, the test had all been multiple choice, that was the score you'd get by answering the questions at random! He realized it right after that; Mr. Knotts had known all along! He'd pointed them to a fake set of test answers! A fucking decoy, and nothing else!
What grated him was that he'd done okay on his other tests over the week. If it weren't for his math "F," a required course, he could have graduated!
He went with his parents for the inevitable meeting that Friday afternoon. To his surprise, Mr. Knotts was there with an offer. "Tutoring?" his mother asked incredulously.
"Sure." Mr. Knotts said to her. "I have the summer free, I can spend it working with a few promising youngsters like Phillip here." The grin on his face made his ulterior motive perfectly clear. "Your buddy Rick has already signed up with me, you can study together."
"What's it going to cost us?" Phillip's father asked grimly.
"I think Phillip and I can work some sort of exchange out. Right, Phillip?" Mr. Knotts said to his young protege.
"Yeah, sure." Phillip said glumly. "One of us isn't enough, huh?"
"But he'll still have to get into a college once he gets the degree." his mother realized aloud.
"No problem, I have a friend at Western University who'll put in a good word for him when the time comes." Mr. Knotts assured her. "He'll even be here to help us over the summer."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Ward." the principal said. "A fine young professor at Western. He can take you and Rick under his wing when you get into college."
"Well, all I can say is that you'd better make the best of this second chance you're getting, Phillip." Phillip's father said, standing up. "You be at his house on time every day and do just what he tells you to, you understand me?"
"Yeah, Dad. I got it." Phillip had give up all hope.
"Don't worry." Mr. Knotts said to his father. "I'm going to work your son and his friend for everything they've got!" He winked at Phillip. "Won't I, young man?"
Phillip only nodded, hoped his cock could stand up under all the academic pressure!
THE END
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