My High School Adventures Part 4

I thought that the incident at Mr. Jim’s house would change our relationship but it didn’t. He treaded me just like all the other students on the bus; maybe he was even stricter with me. And each time I got on the bus and glanced down between his legs and saw the huge bulge in the crotch of the old farmer’s overalls, I got a roaring hard on. But the old fuck wouldn’t even smile at me.

Then about a week after I had visited Mr. Jim’s house, I got into a shoving match with Lamar Jones and Mr. Jim took me to the principal’s office.

“How man times have you been in this office this year, Pete?” Mr. Ballard asked men as Mr. Jim stood in the doorway watching.

“I...I don’t know, Mr. Ballard.” I mumbled as I stared him straight in the eyes. GOD, how I wanted to rush to him and hug him. With Mr. Jim it was lust, but Mr. Ballard my feeling went much deeper.

“Maybe I can refresh your memory. How does seven times sound?” The principal asked sternly. “You have been in this office for discipline more than any other student! What’s your problem?” Mr. Ballard asked in a suddenly gentle voice. “Are you having problems at home?”

I shook my head.

“Then what it is?” Mr. Ballard asked as he opened a draw of his desk and pulled out his paddle. The principal glanced over at Mr. Jim. “Jim, close the door, please.” He told the bus driver. “Pete come over here and pull down your pants and shorts then lean over and garb the sides of my desk.” Mr. Ballard ordered.

I hesitated. The sight of him and Mr. Jim had reminded me of what I had seen them doing along the bank of Big Creek. My dick was hard as a board.

“Come on and let’s get it over with!” Mr. Ballard said sharply.

“Ah...can’t I keep my pants on, Mr. Ballard?” I pleaded.

“No. Get over here and do as I told you.” The principal responded in a more angry tone.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want him to see my hard on. I glanced at Mr. Jim. He was smiling. Fuck you, I thought as I unbuckled my belt and then slowly unbuttoned my jeans. When I pulled my jeans down, my jockey shorts was tented so much that it looked as though the head of my dick was going to poke out at any time. Then thinking, what the hell, I jerked down my under shorts. My big thick cock sprung up and stood straight out.

Then as Mr. Ballard stared down at my huge cock, I leaned forward and grabbed the desk. Mr. Ballard had given me more paddling than I could remember but never had he hit me so hard. In spite of myself, I cried out from the severity of the pain. And the first blow was followed by others equally as hard. But after my first outcry, I gritted my teeth and endured in silence. I don’t know how many time Mr. Ballard hit me with the paddle.

Suddenly Mr. Jim was standing beside the principal. He reached out and grabbed Mr. Ballard’s arm just as he was fixing to strike me with the paddle again.

“That’s enough!” The old farmer spoke up in a stern voice. “Damn it he’s blisters!” Mr. Jim added.

“What...OH! Shit!” Mr. Ballard suddenly cursed. He stepped back and went to his desk and opened a drawer and pulled out a box of tissue. “Hold still.” He told me as he dabbed the soft tissues against the stinging cheeks of my ass. Then he paused and glanced over at Mr. Jim. “Jim you can go now. I want to have a few words in private with the boy.” Mr. Ballard ordered in a tone of voice that I had never heard him use on Mr. Jim before. And I was surprised when the bus driver obeyed without hesitating.

When we were along, Mr. Ballard kept dabbing the tissue against the cheeks of my ass for several minutes. “There, now you can pull up your shorts and jeans.” He finally told me.

The strange thing for me was that even when I was getting the fierce paddling, my big dick stayed rock hard. And even as Mr. Ballard cleaned me up with the tissues my dick throbbed each time he touched the cheeks of my ass.

“Yes, Sir.” I said. I don’t know why I turned to face the principal. I guess the devil was in me and I wanted to show him that my dick was still hard. Suddenly there I was facing the man that had just given me the worst whipping of my life and my big dick was still rock hard and throbbing. Mr. Ballard took a step backward as his eyes zeroed in on my big, hard dick. Then as he stood there I closed my hand around my big dick and held it.

“Pete, I didn’t intend to whip you so hard.” Mr. Ballard said as he leaned over and placed his head in his hands. He kept his head down for a long moment and then lifted it. “I just don’t know what came over me, Son.” He admitted. He tried not to look at my dick but he couldn’t help himself. “Go on and pull up your pants.” He added.

“It’s all right. I deserved the whipping, Mr. Ballard.” I said. I ignored his demands. He had already given me the whipping of my life, what else could he do to me. In fact as he watched I pulled my foreskin slowly back.

“No, no one deserves a beating like I just gave you.” Mr. Ballard said shaking his head. “You want me to write you an excuse so that you can go home?” He added. “Come on, and pull your pants up.” This time his voice was almost pleading.

“No, Sir. My daddy would want to know why!” I spoke up immediately as I slowly jacked my big fat dick right there in front of the principal.

“What! You’re not going to tell them?” Mr. Ballard asked in a voice full of disbelief. He glanced away from me but seemed unable to stop staring at my dick.

“No, Sir.” I said.

“Why?” Mr. Ballard. “Why are you not going to tell them?”

“I...I.”

“Speak up!” Mr. Ballard demanded his voice suddenly angry again.

“Because I like you!” I almost shouted the words. “And I would never do anything to get you in trouble.” I finally admitted. Then I started deliberately jacking my dick hard and fast right there in front of the principal.

Mr. Ballard stood as though in a trance watching me jacking off. Seeing him staring down at my dick got me so hot that precum started dripping from my piss hole.

“Pete, you shouldn’t be doing that!” Mr. Ballard finally said.

I shot off. Cum flow from my big throbbing dick. I watched in horror as it jetted onto his shinny black shoes and the floor. I hadn’t meant to cum.

“Shit!” I called out. “Mr. Ballard, I’m sorry.” I said as I quickly reached down and pulled up my shorts and then my jeans.

“It’s OK.” Mr. Ballard said in a gentle voice. “It’s OK.” He grabbed some more of the tissues and squatted and cleaned his shoes and the floor. “Don’t worry about it. Just go to your class.” He added as he stood up again.

Suddenly I was moving forward. I hugged the principal. Mr. Ballard seemed completely caught of guard. He hesitated. Then suddenly he was hugging me back. “Don’t worry about it, Son. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just go to your class.” Mr. Ballard whispered to me as we hugged.

Without thinking I turned my face to his and kissed him on his cheek. Then I bolted from his like scared rabbit. I think I must have run all the way to my math class.

And the rest of the day each time I sat down or moved in my chair the terrible stinging of my ass cheeks reminded me of Mr. Ballard and I got a hard on.

When I was getting on the bus, Mr. Jim gave me a questioning look. Then put his hand on my shoulder and asked. “Are you all right?”

I just nodded my head and got on the bus. I took a seat in front and turned and glanced out the window. I thought about Mr. Ballard all the way home.

No one was at home. Mama had left me a note saying that she and daddy had gone fishing and wouldn’t be home until late. She told me to warm up the soup on the stove for supper.

It wasn’t until I had undress and was lying naked on my bed that the urge to call Mr. Ballard suddenly came to me. Urge isn’t the right word for the sensation. It was more a compulsion. One that wouldn’t be denied.

My hand was shaking as I thumbed through the phone book looking for his telephone number. I had to dial the number three times before I got it right, my fingers were shaking so much.

“Hello, Ballard’s residence.” A woman’s voice answered.

I guess I had figured Mr. Ballard would answer. Suddenly, I didn’t know what to say.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Ma’am. May...may I speak to Mr. Ballard.” I finally replied.

“Sure, Sugar. Hold on a moment.” The friendly voice answered.

I thought about hanging up. I event took the phone from my ear. But then I heard a faint. “Hello?” I quickly put the receiver back to my ear.

“Mr. Ballard, this is Pete Roland.” I said quickly before I lost my courage.

There was a long silence. “Are you all right?” Mr. Ballard asked after the pause.

“Yes, Sir.”

Another long silence.

“Son, I...I don’t know what to say to you.” Mr. Ballard said.

“Can I see you?” I asked.

“Sure when do you want to meet?” Mr. Ballard asked.

“Please I want to see you today.” I told him.

“Well how do we do this? I just can’t come to your house?” Mr. Ballard said.

“Mama and daddy went fishing. I’m here by myself. They went down to Dead Lakes and will not be back until late tonight.” I told him.

“Then, why don’t I pick you up and bring you over for supper.” Mr. Ballard said.

His request caught me by surprised. I had wanted to be alone with him. But I found myself saying yes. Then after I hung up the telephone I cursed myself for agreeing to go over to Mr. Ballard’s house for supper. Damn it! I didn’t want to see him with his wife. I want to have him alone so that I could tell him how I felt about him. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I walked around the house shouting.

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Mr. Ballard picked me up about twenty minutes later. I had hoped at least he would come in the house, but he just honked the horn and waited for me to come out. He asked me if I had a left a note for my parents and I told him yes.

I had so much I wanted to say to Mr. Ballard but found myself unable to talk. So we both rode in tortured silence. I desperately wanted to tell him that I was in love with him. But each time I tried to talk, I just couldn’t bring myself to talk how I felt or about what had happened in the office. Then it was too late! He pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse where he lived.

Well, I guess you could call it a cattle farm as that’s all he raised. Angus cows! I couldn’t help noticing the size of a bull’s balls in a corral near the house. Mr. Ballard noticed me looking at him and said. “He’s my pride and joy. Just bought him last week. He’s prize bull. He’ll improve my herd.” He told me as he parked the car.

I dreaded meeting Mrs. Ballard, but she met us at the door and smiled at me so friendly that I suddenly felt welcome. She was a tiny woman with big breast and really short-cropped hair. Her face was drawn and lined but when she smiled it brighten up the whole room.

She had me come into the living room. When I sat down on the sofa, I must have grimaced because she suddenly asked. “Does it still hurt?”

I glanced over at Mr. Ballard who was sitting in an over stuffed easy chair. “I told her what happen in the office.” Mr. Ballard said.

I must have turned red. Because Mrs. Ballard smiled and said. “He really didn’t mean to paddle you that hard.” Then she got up. “Let me get something that will ease the pain.”

I glance over at Mr. Ballard when she left the room. “Did you tell her everything?” I asked.

“Yes. Everything.” The principal answered.

“Oh, Shit!” I cried out. Then turned pale at having sworn in front of the principal of my high school.

Mr. Ballard started to say something but his wife walked back into the living room carrying a little red first aid box. She sat down on the sofa next to me. Opened the box. “Stand up and pull your pants down. I’ve got something that will take the pain away.” She told me.

“That’s all right. I’m fine.” I said in near panic.

Mr. Ballard smiled that beautiful smile and said. “Go on and do what I told you. Stand up and pull your pants down.”

I glanced over at Mr. Ballard for help but he just said. “Pete, it’s all right.”

I wanted to shout, but I got a hard on again! But I could bring myself to say the words in front of his wife. Then suddenly I got angry and thought, what the hell!

I stood up abruptly and quickly unbuckled my jeans and jerked down my jeans followed by my jockey shorts. And sure enough my dick was as big and hard as it had been in the office.

“Come closer, Sugar,” Mrs. Ballard said showing no concern that my big dick was engorged and standing straight out from my crotch. “Let me put some of this salve on your butt.” She took out a small tin from the red box. “Closer.” She ordered

I backed up until my ass was only inches from her. Suddenly I felt the cool sensation of something being smeared onto my ass cheeks. As she applied the salve, I glanced over and Mr. Ballard was staring straight at my big dick. He wasn’t even making an effort to hide that he was looking at it.

“Come over and see if I did a good job.” Mrs. Ballard called out to her husband.

The principal got up from the easy chair and walked over and sat down on the sofa on the other side of me so that I was standing between the both of them with my ass turned in their direction.

“Here put some on that red spot.” Mrs. Ballard told her husband as she handed him the tin of salve.

I felt his rough weathered fingers touch the right cheek of my ass. A surge of excitement flashed through me. I didn’t even realize that I was stroking my dick until after several licks. Then I froze in shock at what I had done in front of Mr. Ballard’s wife. I glance back. She looked at my roaring hard as I turned to the side. “Looks very health.” She said. She smiled. I don’t know what made me do it, but slowly I turned completely around so that I was facing Mr. Ballard and his wife. “My, my, it is even bigger than what you said it was.” Mrs. Ballard said turning her head slightly toward her husband as she spoke. Then she reached down and unbuttoned her blouse until her breasts were exposed.

I stared at them unbelieving. My dick jerked up and down as Mrs. Ballard pulled first her right breast completely out of her blouse and then her left one. Then as I watched she reached down and pulled her skirt up and grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Suddenly I was staring at her exposed pussy.

Mr. Ballard slid off the sofa and knelt down behind me. I felt his pulling my ass cheeks apart as he pushed me forward toward his wife. Then as Mrs. Ballard caught hold of my dick and guided it her pussy, I felt Mr. Ballard’s tongue caress my asshole.

Then I was fucking Mrs. Ballard as hard and fast as I could while the principal rimmed my asshole. I was in heaven as his wet warm tongue pried open my asshole and my dick plowed open Mrs. Ballard’s tight pussy.

She seemed to want me to suck her tits but I couldn’t do it. For some reason, her big breasts repulsed me. But fuck her I could and did with a vengeance. I pumped my fat cock as hard and as deep into her as it would go over and over again as she moaned and played with her big brown nipples. Then I shot off inside her pussy! But I kept fucking her until my dick went limp.

“Let me there!” Mr. Ballard ordered.

I stepped aside. Although he still had his shirt on, Mr. Ballard wasn’t wearing his pants and under shorts. His bottom half was completely naked.

I watched him crawl forward and bury his face into his wife crotch. Then as I realized he was licking my cum out of her pussy, my dick swelled up again as hard as before I shot off. The next thing I knew I was pushing my dick into Mr. Ballard’s big asshole.

He took my dick easily. And with his wife watching, I began to fuck him. The sight of my big dick disappearing into her husband must have excited her as much as him licking her pussy because she started moaning and twisting her big nipples. Then she went wild. She began hunching her husband’s face as I fucked him faster and harder.

“I’m cuming!” I cried out.

Mrs. Ballard started bucking and jumping up and down on the sofa so violently that I feared something was wrong with her. Mr. Ballard stopped eating her pussy and stood up and pushed his little pecker toward his wife’s face. She gobbled up his little dick and sucked him as she continued to buck and thrash on the sofa. I watched as Mr. Ballard came in his wife’s mouth and then back up to stand beside me.

Every one was suddenly putting on or pulling up their clothes. Mrs. Ballard spoke first. “Well, I better go and put supper on the table.”

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