High School Adventures part 2

I was glad the next day was Saturday. I don’t know what I would have done if I had to ride the bus the very next day after catching Mr. Jim and the principal having sex in the woods along side of Big Creek. I was frightened that they had seen me. I knew that I should use the knowledge to my advantage but my fear of the two men kept me from doing anything. And then there was the fishing pole I had left! It was mama’s favorite. If she found it missing, I would catch hell.

Late Saturday afternoon I after I finished weeding the tomatoes, I decided to better go back to Big Creek and look for mama’s fishing pole. As I biked past Mr. Jim’s house, I didn’t expect to find Mr. Ballard’s car park in the driveway, but there it was along with another car I didn‘t recognize. Wondering if maybe there were going fishing again. I stopped at a bend in the road so that I could watch Mr. Jim’s house without being seen. I had been watching the house only a couple of minutes when I spotted three men come out the back of the house and head for Mr. Jim’s huge barn. I recognized two of them as being Mr. Jim and Mr. Ballard, but from the distance I could make out who the third man was. And Mr. Ballard was walking funny, like maybe he was drunk.

The barn was located the back on Mr. Jim’s house, very near to the encroaching woods. Even as I biked away, I was already figuring out how easy it would be to use the woods for cover and sneak up to the barn to spy on the three men.

My heart was beating ninety miles an hour as I ditched my bike in the bushes along side the road and slipped into the same section of woods that ran along side Mr. Jim’s property. I knew the woods very well as I often would strip naked and play Tarzan in the thick section of pine and oak trees.

Sneaking up to the back of the barn was a cinch. I peeked through the crack in the big double doors at the rear of the barn and didn’t see any sign of the two men. I just beginning to think they had gone back in the house when I heard faint voices coming from the loft.

My hands were trembling as I carefully swung open the double barn doors just enough to squeeze inside. Several times I paused and considered turning back, but each time I remembered the wonderful sight of the two old men having sex down at Big Creek and continued.

Still climbing that ladder to the loft was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. My legs were shaking so much that I feared I was going to fall off the ladder at any moment. But somehow I made it to the top.

The loft was half full of bails of peanut hay. The hay bails was stacked to the roof of the loft on the right side of the loft but on the left were just a few bail scattered along the floor of the loft. As I glance to the left I spotted all three men. Mr. Jim and Mr. Ballard sitting on bails of hay, while the third man, my old science teacher was standing in front of Mr. Ballard staring down at him. He had a whisky bottle in his hand.

“Here, take another long drink.” He ordered, walking over to where Mr. Ballard was sitting and handing the bottle to the principal. “You are going to need it.” He added and looked over at Mr. Jim and winked.

I was shocked both at finding Mr. Hall with Mr. Jim and the principal and also by his behavior toward Mr. Ballard. I like Mr. Hall. I spent most of my time in his science class staring the short stout sixty-five year old teaching and daydreaming about him. I had tried several times to see his dick when we were both taking a piss in the bathroom but he always stood so close to the urinal that I could never get a look at his dick.

“We had quite a scare yesterday down at the creek, Sam!” Mr. Ballard was saying to Mr. Hall, the science teacher, in a drunken tone. “Someone spied on us.” Mr. Ballard added. “That’s why we decided to meet here. Jim’s wife is working today so there’s no one around.”

“You sure, She not going to surprise us and come home early, Jim?” Mr. Hall asked as he rubbed his ball head while glance over at the old farmer.

“Sam, she has to do two shifts at the hospital and will not be home until midnight.” Mr. Jim said as he began to strip off his overalls. “Come on let’s have some fun with him now that‘s he drunk.” He added nodding toward Mr. Ballard.

I noticed several empty beer cans scattered on the floor of the loft.

“What are you all planning to do to me.” Mr. Ballard said as he labored to undress. I watched the old principal taking his clothes off and wished I were up there among them. I desperately want to have sex with Mr. Ballard. I wanted it so much I felt suddenly sick.

“Well, OK, if you say it is all right.” Mr. Hall finally agreed and also started taking his clothes off. I anxiously watched as he pulled down his boxer shorts. The old science teacher’s dick was short and fat but his balls were bull-sized prizes.

“Sam, If I had your big balls with my big pecker, I would be a sight for sore eyes.” Mr. Jim said as the old farmer jerked down his own boxer shorts revealing his huge pecker.

“Yea, and you would look like a freak you would have such a big bulge in the crotch of those overalls!” Mr. Ballard said slurring his words. All three of the naked men laughed.

Mr. Hall moved over and sat on the same bail of hay that Mr. Jim had sat down on. “Now, let make our little dick old principal suck our peckers.” Mr. Hall said. “Hey, how do you satisfy your wife with such a tiny dick?” Mr. Hall added as he started jacking his stubby fat dick.

“Hell, his tongue is longer than his pecker.” Mr. Jim spoke up as he too started playing with his horse size pecker. “Get your ass over here like Sam told you.” Mr. Jim ordered.

I was shocked that Mr. Ballard did as he was told. He almost fell as he was getting down on his all fours in front of Mr. Hall. Then he started sucking on the old science teacher’s short fat cock.

“He ain’t doing so a good job, Jim. Maybe you should use the strap on him.” Mr. Hall said as he reached down and grabbed the old principle by his gray hair and pulled his face against his crotch. “Heck, my wife sucks me better than you’re doing.” He added.

I watched as Mr. Jim walked over the near wall of the loft and pulled a leather strap off a hook on the wall. He doubled it up and slapped it against his hand as he approached Mr. Hall and the principal.

“Yea! Whip his ass while he sucks me.” Mr. Hall ordered. “I want to see it turn cherry red!”

Suddenly Mr. Jim started raining terrible blows down on Mr. Ballard’s naked, moon white, ass. I was totally shocked. I held my breath expecting Mr. Ballard to jump up and sock Mr. Jim. He didn’t. He whimpered and jerked his ass away from the terrible blows of the leather belt but never stopped sucking the old bald science teacher’s dick.

“Yea, Jim! Turn his old ass cherry red. Whip him! Beat him like he does those kids at school.” Mr. Hall called out still holding the principal by the hair of his head. “I bet you love whipping those boys’ naked asses. I bet you would love to lick their asses after you paddle them. It’s that right, Mr. Principal.” Mr. Hall said as he used his grip on Mr. Ballard’s gray hair to pull his head back and forth against his gray haired crotch. “Come on, Jim, whip him! He’s not sucking me right!” The science teacher almost yelled.

I felt instantly sorry for Mr. Ballard as Mr. Jim started beating him worse then when daddy gave his bird dog a beating. And the principal ass was no long pale white. It was bright red.

“Take the nutcracker to his little balls! He still isn’t doing a good job.” Mr. Hall ordered.

Even though Mr. Ballard didn’t stop sucking the science teacher dick, I could hear him whining like a little kid fixing to get a whipping.

I had thought that Mr. Hall was kidding about the nutcrackers until I saw them in the old farmer’s hands. Then I watched in disbelief as he got down on his knees behind Mr. Ballard and reached between the principal’s legs and closed the nutcracker onto Mr. Ballard’s small balls.

Even with the old science teacher dick stuffed his his mouth, Mr. Ballard managed a muffled scream as he wiggled and shook his ass as though to escape the terrible pain. But Mr. Jim just laughed and pressed the harder with the nutcracker. This caused Mr. Ballard to jump up and down on his all fours but still he didn’t stop sucking Mr. Hall’s dick.

Then the old science teacher let go of Mr. Ballard’s hair and reached under the principal chest and started twisting Mr. Ballard’s big nipples. “Get the Crisco!” Mr. Hall called out to Mr. Jim.

I didn’t know what in the heck there were going to use the Crisco for. And still didn’t even as I watched Mr. Jim scoop a big handful out and smear it on Mr. Ballard’s asshole and then all over his own big right hand.

Only when the old farmer started forcing his finger into Mr. Ballard greased asshole did I get an inkling into what was coming but even then thought that Mr. Jim was only going to finger fuck the principal’s old asshole. But after seeing all four fingers disappear into Mr. Ballard’s asshole and then Mr. Jim beginning to force his entire hand inside of the principal did I finally understand what was happening.

“Mr. Jim is going to kill him!” I thought. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Ballard’s ass could possible take the old farmer’s big hand. But slowly, ever so slowed, Mr. Jim big hand disappeared inside of Mr. Ballard until the old farmer’s entire hand was up the principal asshole. And even then Mr. Jim didn’t stop. I watched in amazement as he forced his big hand deeper and deeper into Mr. Ballard asshole until his arm was buried past his elbow into Mr. Ballard.

“Fist fuck him good and hard!” The old science teacher order.

Mr. Jim obeyed. He started pumping his hand in and out of Mr. Ballard’s asshole, causing the principal’s back to arch like a spitting cat each time he rammed it back inside of the principal’s asshole.

“You ready to fuck him, Sam?” Mr. Jim asked as he pulled his hand entirely out of Mr. Ballard asshole.

“It is good and open?” The science teacher asked.

“Yea, I got him all opened up for your fat pecker.” Mr. Jim answered.

The science teacher shoved Mr. Ballard’s head away from his crotch and stood up and walked around to the principle’s rear. “That’s what I like! A gaped open asshole. Heck, you’ve got his hole so big that a horse could fuck him.” Mr. Hall said as he got down on his knees and guided his stiff fat dick to the principal’s asshole. “Damn, it's hot. Good job, Jim.” Mr. Hall added as he started slamming his fat dick hard and fast into the principal’s ass.

While the old science teacher was fucking Mr. Ballard, Mr. Jim moved around to the front of the principal and got down on his own all fours and pushed his hairy ass toward Mr. Ballard’s face. “Eat my dirty asshole!” He ordered.

The principal didn’t hesitate. He started licking the old farmer’s asshole like he had down by Big Creek. He must have been doing a wonderful job because Mr. Jim started moaning as he jacked his own big pecker until it swelled into a monster pecker.

“Heck, I’m cuming already, Jim!” The old science teacher called out as he pulled his cum spewing dick out of Mr. Ballard’s asshole. “Come back here and get it while it hot and sloppy.” He added.

Mr. Jim jerked his asshole away from the principal’s mouth and hurried back to Mr. Ballard’s ass. He shoved his huge pecker into the principal’s asshole and started fucking him. “Hell, yea, you got him hot and wet.” The old farmer called out as he fucked Mr. Ballard savagely. “Damn, he as open as a two dollar whore.” Mr. Jim added as he grabbed the principal hips so that he could slam his massive pecker even harder into Mr. Ballard’s gapped opened asshole.

“Here is comes!” Mr. Jim suddenly called out. “Damn it. I didn’t want to cum so fast.” He said as he shoved his cock deep into the principal’s asshole and squirted his load.

“His ass it just too hot to resist for long.” The old science teacher called out as he started dressing. “He’s some fuck when he‘s drunk!” He added.

I looked at Mr. Ballard. He had collapsed onto the floor of the loft. Neither Mr. Jim nor Mr. Hall paid any attention to him as they dressed. In fact they didn’t even speak to him as they finished dressing and got ready to leave.

Suddenly realizing that I was in jeopardy of being discovered I hurried down the ladder and hid in the far corner of the barn. And from my hiding place I watched both men climb down the latter.

“Our principal’s ass and asshole is going to be sore for a couple of days.” I heard Mr. Hall saying.

“You think he’ll be all right up there. You didn’t make him drink too much Whisky did you, Sam?” Mr. Jim asked.

“No, he’ll sleep for an hour or so and then come on down. You know we have to get him drunk to fist fuck him. Heck, when he drunk he’ll let us do anything to him. And half the time he doesn’t even remember what we did to him. He’s such a wimp. I don’t see how he ever became principal.” The science teacher added with a shake of his head.

When they left I came out of my hiding place. I was heading for the rear door of the barn when the words that Mr. Hall had said suddenly registered in my mind. Mr. Ballard was drunk and he usually didn’t remember what they even did to him. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back to face the ladder to the loft. I recalled the first time I had sucked daddy’s haired hand, Walt. He too had been drunk.

I hurried back up the ladder and peeked into the loft. Mr. Ballard was still lying on the floor of the loft in the same position as I had last seen him.

I approached the principal cautiously, fearing that he would awake at any moment. But he didn’t move as I squatted down beside him. I touched his little dick. When he didn’t move I pulled his foreskin back and exposed his small red cock head. I started jacking his little dick and felt it stiffen and swell slightly.

Then remembering what Mr. Jim had done to his balls, I grabbed Mr. Ballard small balls in my hand and squeeze them. The principal grunted. I squeezed them harder. He moaned and turned over on his back.

I stopped and quickly undress. Then I squatted over his face and reached down and grabbed his balls again as I lowered my ass to his face. As I squeezed his balls, I called out in the deepest voice I could muster. “Eat my asshole.” The principal mumbled something that I couldn’t understand. “Lick my asshole!” I ordered sharply.

Suddenly I felt Mr. Ballard’s warm, wet tongue touch my asshole. It was one of the most wonderful feelings that I had ever felt. Then as the principal awoke enough to really begin to rim my ass, I almost fainted when his tongue pried open my asshole and snaked inside. I couldn’t help but hunching his face as he wiggled his tongue inside me. The pleasure from his tongue caused my cock to throb violently.

Then as he gave me more pleasure than I had ever felt in my entire life, I leaned forward and while still squeezing his small set of balls; I began to suck his little dick. This caused Mr. Ballard to moan so much that I figured that neither Mr. Jim nor Mr. Hall ever bothered to suck his tiny dick.

I loved sucking his tiny pecker. I devoured it even as his wicked tongue brought me nearer and nearer to cuming. I desperately wanted the principal to shoot his load in my mouth before I came. I sucked and tongued his tiny boy dick as fast as I could. Then just at I approached the point of no return, I suddenly felt cum flowing from his little pecker. The taste of his cum caused me to shoot off on his chest. As I drank his big load of cum, I pumped my load onto him.

Then the fear of my situation came to me. I jumped up and grabbed my clothes and scampered down the ladder without looking back. I just prayed that Mr. Ballard was so drunk that he didn’t realize that it was me and not Mr. Jim or Mr. Hall that had sucked him off.

I was shaking so much that when I got into the woods I had to stop and calm down because I feared I was going to have a heart attack, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard and fast. I just kept thinking, what would Mr. Ballard do if he finds out it was me! Hell, what will Mr. Jim and Mr. Hall do to me! I had seen what they had done to Mr. Ballard and he was the principal of the school. GOD, what would they do to me?..........................to be continues..............!