My Teacher Is a Fag

By Albert

Published on Jul 30, 2007

Gay

BTW, all names and places have been changed for the usual reasons.

Tyrone had me exactly where he wanted me, knees buckling, trembling,

about to shit my pants with my back against the blackboard. My teeth were chattering and I just knew my voice would tremble and crack if I even dared to try to speak. He squeezed his fabulous prick rite in front of me. I had to admit, he had me dead to rights, no girlfriends, no wife, he just deduced that I was gay, or as he put it...faggy. I was deeply embarrassed, whether I was 'faggy' or not was none of his business. Naturally I didn't have the nerve to tell him that. Tyrone gripped his meaty prick tightly and pressed forward almost as if he were going to kiss me with all those beautiful and too pretty teeth of his. Instinctively my lips almost began to pucker up. I knew I would never be able to resist those fabulous teeth...he moved closer, closer, closer...still, finally, the gorgeous teeth touched my bottom lip. My toes curled, my knees finally gave out and out of sheer self preservation I actually pushed Tyrone back. I had to sit, rite then & there. I weakly pulled out my chair and practically fell into it behind my desk. I was breathing hard by then, almost exhausted after the terrifying ordeal I'd just gone thru. Tyrone seemed genuinely impressed at my boldness. He walked around to the front of my desk, prick still in hand...it was fully erect by now, at least 9 full inches. I'd never seen a prick like his before, so large, so fat, so long and so, so, so...thick. The head was humongous, like a juicy ripe plump strawberry...just waiting to be...plucked...by some lucky...I stopped myself in mid thought.

"It was now or never", I thought to myself. I knew I still couldn't speak for the trembling in my voice, but i had to do something now or this young punk would just walk all over me from now on. I thought and thought, meanwhile Tyrone walked around to the side of my desk, only a couple fett away. He enjoyed showing off that fabulous prick, he knew it was too gorgeous and he definitely seemed to know that others craved and desired it also. I wondered if he'd ever been with another man before, for all I knew he may have been a hustler giving out that pretty dick to all takers, male or female. Again, I caught myself in mid thought and knew it was time to take the appropriate action. I decided I would speak slow and in a very low, deep voice to keep my own voice from cracking. I would pretend to be incensed, sort of like I was trying to keep from losing my temper with him. "Tyrone" I slowly began, I almost couldn't believe I actually got the word out. "Pull your pants up & cover yourself", again another deep breath, maybe this was going to work I hoped. "If you leave rite now, I won't report this...incident" I began to get a little confident. "We'll just forget that anything happened and go our seperate ways". Tyrone smiled, he was having none of that. I knew then & there that I failed to make any kind of an impression on him. He stepped closer to me, soon he was standing only scant inches away from me.

"Go 'head and touch it Mr Holt, ya know ya wanna". The nerve of him. I was pissed off by now, but what could I do. I was afraid of this young punk and even more terrified at what would happen if anyone would come in and catch us. That's it, I'd decided, I would just leave. I was about to stand up when Tyrone beat me to the punch and sat on my desk rite in front of me...legs wide open, fabulous, dreamy, gorgeous prick in hand, it was so pretty, so luscious, so hard, so hard...again my strength abandoned me and I was too weak to move. Tyrone gripped his mighty prick rite in front of me and began "ya see Mr Holt, dat problem I wuz tellin' you 'bout...I jes can't git dis dick to go down". I wanted to cry. I knew I would never get out of there unscathed. "Dam dick is always hard, in da morning, at school, even when I'm jes walking home by myself, it's still hard...I can't keep it down none". I felt as if I were gonna faint, for a split second I actually thought it mite be a good idea and maybe, just maybe...Tyrone would leave. But no such luck. "I know you want it Mr Holt, das so obvious anybody can see it". God I wished I had self confidence like that. This 18 yr old - punk was everything I wished I could be. Rite then I gave myself up completely and just decided to accept whatever fate awaited me. As far as I was concerned Tyrone would be raping me, naturally I would never report him, too much shame and humiliation in that. I would just leave the school and move to another city.

Tyrone inched forward, even closer to me. He straddled my shoulders with his legs and out of instinct I immediately scooted back. He just laughed, my predicament was humorous to him. It seemed like I was losing my breath, for some reason i couldn't breathe properly. Maybe it was the stress or the tension of the moment. Tyrone leaned back, legs still astride my shoulders and grabbed his prick and began to pump it up & down - rite in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Tyrone" I weakly whimpered like a little bitch. "I gots to git off Mr Holt & dat's all it is to it" "Dis dick ain't had no relief all week". Again paralyzed with fear there was nothing I could do but just sit & watch. Tyrone pumped his fist up & down his silky shaft a few more times. I was now visibly agitated, which brought sheer joy to Tyrone's face. "I gotta git dis bitch off, I can't stand it no more" he crooned. I just remained motionless with my punk bitch ass, afraid to speak, afraid to even breathe. He pumped even harder now and became very animated with what he was doing. "I know you want dis dick Mr Holt, ya know why I know... ya know why???" I remained silent. "Ya ain't took yo eyes off it since I pulled it out - das how i know". Damn, again he was rite. I hadn't been able to tear my eyes off his prick, his fabulous prick, his gorgeous prick since he'd exposed himself to me. Then Tyrone took the plunge. He scooted up to me as close as he could get w/o sitting im my lap. "Look at it Mr Holt, look at it, ya know ya like it, ya know ya do" He gripped the fabulous monster rite in front of me again. My breathing was becoming irregular, I couldn't control it, I was practically gasping for breath. Somehow, someway I managed to try to move away. Again Tyrone laughed. "Ya ain't goin' nowhere - baby, ya know ya want it, ya know ya do". "Tyrone" i managed to whimper, "please let me go" I stammered like a little bitch. Needless to say he just laughed. "Ya could go Mr Holt, but first ya gotta help me w/ my problem". My rapid breathing was making me exhausted again. "Ya gots to do sumthin 'bout dis first...bitch" I couldn't believe it - he actually called me a bitch. At this point I was ready to do whatever I had to to get out of there. Maybe i could help him out with a little hand job or something. "C'mon Mr Holt, help me git dis dick off". Tyrone scooted as close to me as he could and began to furiously jerk his prick. "Alright, alright" I finally conceded. I wondered exactly what I would have to do to get him out of there. In mid thought Tyrone began to jerk himself again rite in front of me. "Stop, please stop...please" I begged. "Why, does it bother ya when I do dis, baby?" He was teasing me now. "Yes. yes, it bothers me, it's nasty, you must'nt ever play with yourself like that" I responded, actually with a little anger in my voice, it surprised me. "Well if ya don't like it Mr Holt, why don'tcha do it fo' me?" I froze, that caught me completely off guard. "If ya don't like me doing it, den ya do it for me" Tyrone said. "What the hell" I thought to myself, maybe it would get me out of there, or he would leave.

"Alright, alright" I agreed "if it will make you stop playing with yourself". "Besides I would enjoy it betta if ya do it for me" Tyrone quipped. I took a deep breath and inched closer to Tyrone. To my utter disbelief I actually reached out to grip his pretty dick. I almost touched it when suddenly I remembered..."is the door locked, Tyrone?" I pleaded. "Yea I locked dat bitch soon as I came in Mr Holt, now go 'head and jack dis dick so I can git off, hurry up - baby, it's gon feel so good!!" I took my final deep breath and actually grasped the firm black erection presented to my face. It was very heavy, like a slab of beef or something, as big around as a flashlight, one of the kinds cops and security guard use, with the long thick handle. My fingers deftly slid up & down the entire length of Tyrone's magnificent shaft. I actually encircled the world's most gorgeous prick with my fingers and slowly began pumping it up & down. Tyrone lay back with his arms behind his head and sighed. "Yea, dats it, dats da way to do it" Then he suprised me again - "jack it harder Mr Holt, ya gots to be sure & gits me off now". Like an obediant dog i began to jerk off Tyrone's dick as I was commanded. Tyrone moaned for a few more minutes while I soaked in his beauty. He seemed almost like a youthful John Holmes with his smooth swimmer's build and monstrous prick sticking out. His moans were music to my ears, for some reason it was very important to me to please him. I actually wanted to make him happy, no even more, I actually wanted to please him, almost ...actually...pleasure him. "Grip it harder Mr Holt", Again I did as instructed. I was jerking Tyrone at a pretty good clip if I do say so myself when again he shocked me. "Quit fukking 'round & jack dat dick Mr Holt....harder, jack it harder...as hard as you can, pull on it, harder, harder". Then he commanded "Use both yo' hands bitch!" "Pull on dat dick dammit & stopped acting like you scared, pull it harder, harder, jack dis mo'fucker off, jack it bitch" He scared me with his language and name calling, I think he knew he did. I figured it was just a show of power, nothing serious, after all I agreed to do it for him,,,so, why shouldn't i do it right???

Tyrone's fabulous prick hardened even more in my hands and actually twitched and jerked of its' own accord w/o my help. "Oooohh, yea, Mr Holt, yea, dats da way, yea, yea, do it like dat, jes like dat, oooohhhh!!!!!" It made me feel so good to hear him encourage me like that. Then all of a sudden I was shocked back to reality once again. "Ooooohhh, I'm almost dere, it's sooo good, soooo good, oooohhhh" he moaned. Then for the shocker. "Im rite dere Mr Holt, rite at da edge, ya know what would make me git off rite now???" Like a damn fool I responded "what Tyrone?" "If you would jes bend down & put my dick in yo; mouf" He made it sound so casual. "Jes slip it in yo' mouf, Mr Holt, jes kiss it - baby, jes give it a lil kiss, be so good!" I couldn't believe it. I hesitated, I had to stall for time to come up with some way out of this. "Tyrone, I just can't" I stammered, almost pleading with him, "I just can't" "jes kiss it baby, jes kiss it ...I'm so close, I'm rite at the edge, all I need is jes a lil kiss from ya, c'mon baby, ya know ya wanna, kiss it Mr Holt, kiss it baby, kiss it" I froze, I couldn't, I just couldn't. Maybe I should just get up & run out of there now. But alas, I couldn't move, I just froze, sheer panic i guess. 'Cmon Mr Holt, kiss it baby, ya can't leave me like dis, I'm rite dere, I'm gonna cum any minnit, jes kiss it baby, c'mon bitch kiss my dick, kiss dat mofucka, kiss it faggot,don't make me kick yo' ass, now kiss it fag!" More hesitation on my part. Again frozen with fear i just couldn't move. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I managed to whimper:

"Tyrone, do you realize what you're asking your own teacher to do?" "Yea, to suck my dick" he quickly responded. "C'mon Mr Holt, gimme a blowjob...now, dammit!!!" "Nooo, I'm sorry, I just can't Tyrone, I"m sorry" "Awww bitch" Tyrone roared angrily, "put my dick in yo mouf, NOW!!!" he demanded. Again I froze. Tyrone looked at me with confusion in his eyes. "Whasamatta?" he demanded, "you don jacked me off real good 'til now I wants ta git off and i want ya to put yo mouf on my dick and git me off". I had to stall for more time. I had to. The situation was becoming increasingly more passionate by the millisecond. If I didn't take control now I would be at this young punk's mercy from now on. "Kiss it Mr holt, kiss it you fag!" he demanded angrily. Again I hesitated. "Put my dick in yo mouf, bitch" again he demanded. I slowly and deliberately backed away and took a very deep breath. I summoned up all my courage and actually said "Tyrone this has gone far enough it's time to stop before things get out of hand". Tyrone looked at me, glared at me is more like it - with disbelief. "Bitch if you don't git back here on my dick I'll kick yo faggot ass!" He went to raise himself up off my desk and all the piss & vinegar shot out of me like water. My knees turned to jelly and I felt I was about to shit my pants again. "Tyrone, please, I just have to know" I weakly began, I was punking out, just like he knew I would, and I knew I would also. "Tyrone, please, I must have your word that no one will ever know about this, ever. I need your sworn promise, I could get suspended, I could lose my job, I could get sued or even go to jail! Now if I do this for you - I need you to promise me this is strictly between us, your solemn promise and no one will ever find out" I thought that was a fair compromise under the circumstances, it was the best I could come up with - after all - I'm the one taking the risks. He sat up on the desk and smiled with his pretty teeth that made me melt all over again. Those lovely teeth, so creamy and white, so beautiful, so pretty, I'm getting carried away again. Oh I'd absolutely love for him to bite me, with those pretty, pretty, pretty teeth. Tyrone abruptly said "No problem bitch, now git back on dis dick fo' I lose my foot in yo fag ass!" Being the obediant bitch that I am, I slowly sank to my knees and crawled in between his legs. I gripped the most fabulous prick in the universe, felt of it all over, with both hands, slowly cradled it to my chest and slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly sank down and pressed my lips to the bulbous black head and kissed his wonderful prick with all the strength I could muster in my lips. Tyrone smirked at me in a very condescending manner. I knew rite then & there he'd been playing me, he never intended to get off from my hand. He was going for the blow job from the start. He knew he was going to get it, all along, he knew. Gripping the base of the thick black monster with my rite hand, I drew a heavy breath, closed my eyes stretched my lips to their breaking point and took the plunge. I began to suck my student lovers' dick, just like the fag he said I was.

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