High School Adventures part 3

I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Ballard. I must have jacked off eight times Sunday alone thinking about what I had seen Mr. Jim and Mr. Hall doing to him. But most of all I thought about how wonderful it had been to suck his little dick and have him cum in my mouth.

But what I really wanted was to hug and kiss him. God, I wanted the principal to kiss me and make love to me like I was a girl. I even found myself hoping that he had recognized me as the one that had sucked him off. I can tell you a lot of emotions were swirling around in my head when I got on the bus Monday morning.

Mr. Jim looked at me strange, as though trying to get a reaction out of me. I put on a damn good show of action completely normal. Even rough housed with Lamar Jones enough so that Mr. Jim called out. “Pete, if you don’t stop that and sit down you’ll be taking another trip to Mr. Ballard’s office!” Later, when I got off the bus, Mr. Jim also gave me a piercing look but didn’t say anything.

The next couple of days at school, I would get a hard on each time I passed Mr. Ballard in the hallway. I always glanced at him hoping that he would return my look but he acted as though I was invisible.

Then on Thursady, during the last recess, I was in the bathroom taking a piss at the urinals when Mr. Jim appeared. He walked over and stood at the urinal next to me and unbuttoned the fly of his overalls and pulled out his huge soft pecker.

My dick started getting hard the moment I saw his pecker. I couldn’t help but stare at his huge pecker as he started pissing a stream into the urinal.

“You been fishing lately, Pete?” The old man asked looking over at me.

“No, Sir!” I said wanting to say yes, but afraid to admit it.

“You ever go fishing at Big Creek?” Mr. Jim asked as he finished pissing and began to slowly shake his huge pecker from side to side in an effort to dislodge the last drops of piss.

“Ain’t no fish worth catching in Big Creek.” I answered.

“Oh, sometime it can be mighty fun fishing Big Creek.” The old farmer said as he pulled his long foreskin back to reveal his huge cock head. “You need a fishing pole? I found one along the bank the other day. You can have it if you want it?”

The fishing pole that I had left at Big Creek belonged to my mother. It was her favorite fishing pole and I had been sweating trying to think what story I was going to tell her the next time she went looking for it.

“I’ll be glad to give it to you if you want to drop by the house after school.” Mr. Jim added as he finally began to stuff his huge pecker back into his overalls.

“Thank Mr. Jim. That’s mighty nice of you.” I said as I to started to put my dick back into my jeans only to suddenly realize that it was swollen to full size and was so rock hard that I had to fight to get it back inside. And as I was stuffing it back into my jeans I glanced over at the old farmer. He was staring down at my dick.

“You be at my house at five!” Mr. Jim said in a tone that sounded more like an order than a request.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered immediately. Damn, does he know that it was me watching him and Mr. Ballard down at Big Creek? My knees suddenly felt so weak that I had to grab the side of the urinal.

“You be there at five!” Mr. Jim added and then walked away.

I worried through my most of my English class thinking about what the old man would do to me if he knew that it was me spying on him and the principal.

When I got on the bus after school I couldn’t even look at Mr. Jim. Instead of sitting in the front seat nearest him as I usually did, I went to the very back of the bus. But he didn’t let me forget the appointment. When I got off the bus Mr. Jim said in a lowered voice. “See you at five.”

The moment I walked into the house, my mama took one look at me and said what’s wrong with you? “Nothing. Just tried from running track. The coach made us do wind sprints.” I lied. “I’m going fishing.” I added.

“You just be back by seven for supper!” Mama said. “Or you’ll be eating it cold.” She added as I went to my room to change into a pair of old jeans.

What is he going to do to me? I kept thinking as I biked over to his house. I was surprised that neither Mr. Ballard nor Mr. Hall, the old science teacher, cars were parked in Mr. Jim’s drive. Surely if he knew it was me that had been spying on him and Mr. Ballard he would have them here too, I thought as knocked lightly on Mr. Jim’s front door.

The old farmer came to the door only wearing his boxer shorts. He opened the door wide. “Come on in, Pete.” He said. “Sorry, I was just changing clothes.” He added.

I tried not to look at what a huge bulge his old pecker made in the front of his boxer shorts, but it was impossible to keep my eyes off the bulge. And I had never realized how hairy the old man was. His legs where almost black with thick dark hair. But the hair on his chest was pure white.

“That’s OK.” I mumbled. “Daddy goes around in his under shorts all the time.”

“Pete, come over and have a seat on the sofa. I want to talk to you about something.” Mr. Jim said as he sat down on the sofa.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered and took a seat beside him. I glanced nervously over at his crotch as he reached down and grabbed the huge bulge and held it.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Mr. Jim asked. He rubbed his hand over the huge bulge.

“No, Sir.” I answered staring straight at his crotch.

“Now, a boy your age must be chasing after a girl.” He said.

I just shook my head.

“You ever had any pussy?” He asked.

“No, Sir.” I said shaking my head.

“I bet you don’t even like pussy.” Mr. Jim accused. “Ain’t that right. I bet you’re a little bit queer. Are you queer, Pete. You can tell me.” Mr. Jim said as he reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out his monster pecker. “I bet you like dick.” He added. “Ain’t that right? Come on and admit it.” He said as he pulled the foreskin back to show me the huge head of his dick.

“I know you’ve been starting at my crotch on the bus.” He swung his big limp pecker back and forth. “You like looking at my big pecker don’t you? Come on and admit it. I saw how you got a hard on looking at my big pecker today.”

“Yes, Sir.” I admitted as I started unbelievingly at his huge pecker. It was gigantic, like a strange pale thick snake in his hands. Somehow, the sight of his big dick drove away my fear and replaced it with pure lust. I had to touch his pecker. “Can I touch it, Mr. Jim?” I found myself asking the old farmer.

“Hell, yea! You can do anything you want to it. Go ahead and grab a hold of it.” Mr. Jim urged me as he let go of his pecker. I hesitated. “Go ahead. I know you want to!” The old farmer said. He smiled as I reached out my hand. Touching his big dick caused a sensation like an electric shock to race through my entire body.

Suddenly I was pulling his foreskin back and forth over the huge head of his monster pecker. And the big white snake swelled bigger and bigger until I couldn’t reach my hand completely around his pecker.

“Kiss it. Give it a little kiss.” The old farmer urged as he grabbed me behind the neck and pulled my face down to his crotch. “I know you want to kiss it.” He added as his huge pecker touched my lips.

I quickly opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took the huge head of his dick inside.

“That’s a boy.” Mr. Jim urged. “Make it mad. Make it good and mad.”

I got up off the sofa and knelt down in front of Mr. Jim and really started working on his dick. I had only sucked one dick before Mr. Jim’s and that was the dick of daddy’s hired hand, Walt. Still, desire drove me to swallow more and more of Mr. Jim’s long thick pecker until I had 3/4 of it down my throat.

“That’s nice, real nice.” Mr. Jim said as he patted me on the top of my head. “Look how mad you made it.” He said as he pulled his pecker out of my mouth. “Bet you never figured an old man like me could have such a big pecker?” He told me as he showed it off. “Lick my balls while I jack off.”

His balls weren’t as large as Mr. Hall’s bull sized balls, but they were still big. So big that I could hardly get one of them in my mouth. I loved sucking on the old farmer’s balls as I looked up and watched him jacking his huge pecker. Mr. Jim moaned as I sucked one and then the other ball.

“Here, let me take my shorts off.” Mr. Jim said pushing me back a moment as he jerked his shorts down and let them fall to the floor. Then he slid forward on the sofa until his ass was stick out. “Eat me pussy as little.” He urged me.

I glanced down as his hairy asshole and suddenly remembered watching Mr. Ballard licking his asshole like he had mine. I wanted to know what the principal got out of licking an asshole. So, I did as the old farmer asked and got my mouth down so that I could stick my tongue out and lick his asshole.

I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t the velvet feel of his asshole. Nor the tangy taste of his ass. I like both and started licking and tonguing his asshole like Mr. Ballard had done mine. The old farmer loved it. He moaned and wiggled his ass as he jacked his huge pecker.

Then, when I finally was able to get my tongue completely inside his asshole he cried out and started hunching my face as he jacked off faster and faster.

“Come up here and take my load, Boy.” The old farmer cried out as he held his huge pecker in both hands like he was holding a baseball bat. “Get it, Boy!” He almost shouted.

I barely got my mouth over the head of his pecker when he shot off. His cum jetted into my mouth forcefully. I swallowed. More squirted out of the old farmer’s pecker. I swallowed that and just kept swallowing until Mr. Jim finally pushed my head away.

“Well, I better get that fishing pole I promised you.” Mr. Jim said as he stood up and pulled back on his under shorts. “I found it down on Big Creek. You been there lately?” Mr. Jim asked as he lead me through the house to the back door. “Were you there on Saturday, Pete? You can tell me. It’s all right if you were there.”

“I wished I could have gone fishing, Mr. Jim. Daddy had me weeding the tomatoes.” I lied. “But I hear there ain’t no fish big enough to fish for in Big Creek.” I added.

“Yea, well they’re other things to do along the bank.” Mr. Jim mumbled as he opened the back door and pointed to the fishing pole leaning against the house. “Maybe I’ll take you fishing with me fishing there sometimes. I think we could have some fun even if we didn’t catch any fish.” He added as I walked passed him and out the back door. “Now, you’re not going to tell anyone about what we did, are you?” Mr. Jim said sternly. “If you do, I’ll never let you see my old pecker again.” He added.

“No! Sir!” I assured him as I got the fishing pole. “See you on the bus tomorrow, Mr. Jim” I said and waved bye.

“Pete!” Mr. Jim called out. I stopped and turned back to face him. “You act up on the bus and I’ll still take you to the principal’s office! You understand that don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” I answered.

The old farmer smiled and nodded. “Good. Glad we understand one another.” He said and shut the door.

On the way back home, I kept wondering how it would feel to get fucked by Mr. Jim’s huge dick. I found myself wanting it but afraid of the pain. I’ll just have to get my asshole used to take something big up it, I told myself as I road my bike home with mama fishing pole firmly gripped in my hand. And funny, but I found myself liking and hating the old farmer both in the same thought.

.................to be continued....................