My High School Adventures 5

The experience with Mr. Ballard and his wife blow my mind! I was suddenly confused about how I felt about the principal. With him being married, I suddenly realized that our relationship would never be anything but pure sex. Once I came to that realization, he suddenly lost some attraction for me. And even though having sex with his wife thrilled me at the moment it occurred, I didn’t want a repeat.

Then the next day Mr. Jim pulled me aside as I was getting on the bus after school.

“Tell me what happened in the office after I left!” He demanded.

“I jacked off in front of him.” I admitted.

Mr. Jim smiled. “Now admit it! You were the one down at Big Creek spying on Mr. Ballard and me, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” I admitted.

“I thought so.” The old farmer said with a smile. “You want to come with us the next time we go fishing at Big Creek?” He added.

“Maybe.” I said as I climbed onto the bus.

But for some strange reason, I didn’t want to have sex with Mr. Ballard again. Every time I thought about him I visualized his wife and got turned off.

I was depressed. Seems that sex came easy in the gay world but love was a rarity. I must have had a moping look because when I was taking a piss in the bathroom, Mr. Hall, the old science teacher took the stall beside me. He glanced over at me and said. “Look like you just lost your best friend, Pete.”

I hadn’t even realized he was at the urinal next to me. I glanced over and forced a smile. “How are you today Mr. Hall?” Then remembering the hayloft, I glanced down at his dick. Usually he was so close to the urinal that I couldn’t see his pecker, but this time he was pulled back from it enough that I got a nice look at the old man short thick dick.

“Mr. Jim told me you like to go fishing at big creek.” The old science teacher said. “I have a good catfish pond on my farm. Why don’t I pick you up this Saturday and we can go fishing.” He asked.

I glanced over at the short old man. He’s hair was entirely white and I knew from seeing him naked in the loft that the hair on his chest was equally as white. I lowered my gaze to his pecker. He swung it back and forth so that I could get a better look at it. His uncut pecker was short but man was it thick.

“I would love to go fishing with you, but I have to work on Saturday. Daddy’s always got something for me to do.” I told him.

“Then let’s make it Sunday!” The old science teacher spoke up quickly.

“Are you married, Mr. Hall?” I suddenly asked.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.” I answered.

“Then I’ll pick you up Sunday morning about eleven. Is that all right or do you go to church?” He asked.

“No, I never go to church. Eleven will be great.” I answered. “Well better get to my English class before the bell rings or Mrs. Whitt will send me to the office.” I said as I shoved my suddenly swollen dick back into my jeans.

I must admit that I was in a better mood after the encounter. I had always admired Mr. Hall but after years of trying to make contact with him, I had given up hope of ever having sex with him. Like I said before, he kept so close to the urinal that I hadn’t seen his dick until I spied on him with the others in Mr. Jim’s hayloft.

That day after school as I was in line to get on the school bus, I motioned to Mr. Jim that I wanted to talk to him. We walked over and stood beside the bus. “What do you want, Pete.” The old farmer asked.

“Mr. Jim, I’m not going to allow you to take me to the office again. I’ll try behaving, but even if I don’t you are never going to take me to the office for another paddling.”

The old man looked shocked. He opened his mouth to speak.

“No, this is nonnegotiable!” I told him and walk away.

Suddenly I felt real proud of myself. Sure, I wanted to have sex with Mr. Jim again, but from now on it would be on my terms and not his. And to show him that I was still interested in him, I got up from my seat about a half a mile form my house and stood beside him as he drove down the dusty dirt road. I didn’t say anything just rubbed my leg against his. There were four other students on the bus but they were all in the rear of the bus and couldn’t see what I was doing.

“You better stop that. You getting it mad.” Mr. Jim finally said.

I glanced down at the crotch of his overalls and sure enough his pecker was pushing out farther than usual. By the time he stopped at my house, his old pecker was poking down the leg of his overalls looking like a third leg.

I winked at him as I got off the bus.

Daddy was out working in the front yard on the old Ford tractor. When he saw me get off the bus he waved me over. Shit, I thought, he got a job for me.

“When you get changed, go over to the tomato field and help Walt. He’s pruning the tomatoes.” Daddy ordered. Then his wrench slipped of the bolt his was trying to loosen and he started cursing.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered. And hurried away.

“And don’t take all day changing.” He barked at me as I headed toward the house.

Damn, I hate him and this damn farm. I’ll never be a farmer, I thought as I went to my room and changed. Mama wasn’t home. Her car was gone so I figured that she was shopping.

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I didn’t see Walt in the tomato field when I arrived. So I went to the nearby dilapidated shack knowing that sometimes he would sit on the porch while he was resting. He was around seventy but worked like a dog, at least when he wasn’t drinking.

As I had figured, he was sitting on the old porch. But he was nursing a can of Bud. When he saw me he held up the beer. “It’s my first one. Now don’t run and tell your daddy that I’m drunk.”

“I’m not, Walt.” I said as I sat down beside him. “But if we don’t get the tomatoes pruned he’ll be pissed.” I added.

“Fuck him! Let him get pissed. Hell he’s always pissed at you, anyway.” Walt took a sip of his beer. I could tell from his slurred speech that it wasn’t his first one. “Maybe he knows your a little bit queer.”

I glared angrily at Walt.

“Hell, I wasn’t passed out that time us sucked my cock. And I wasn’t so drunk that I don’t remember it.” The tiny old man told me. “Hell, I’m ready for you to suck me off again.” He reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled his big limp pecker out. It wasn’t the size of Mr. Jim’s monster, but it was almost as big as mine.

“Come on and suck on it a little.” The old man said as he reached down and started playing with it. “Come on, no one can see us here on the back porch.” Walt added.

I couldn’t resist the drunken man’s offer. His long thick uncircumcised dick looked down right delicious to me. In spite of hating myself for giving in to the urge, I moved in front of him and leaned over and started sucking his big limp dick.

“Yea, make it hard!” Walt called out. “Damn your mouth is better than a pussy. Suck it. Get it hard. Make me cum.” He cried out as he lay back on the porch.

The little old man’s big dick responded to my efforts. It began to swell bigger and bigger until I couldn’t take it all inside my mouth any more. But Walt didn’t seem to mine when I just sucked and tongued the head of his dick. In fact, I could feel it began to pulsing.

“I’m going to shoot. It’s been a month since I jack off.” The old drunk warned.

He must have been telling me the truth. Cum burst from his dick head and once it started flowing I thought it would never stop. Not that I mined. On the contrary, I loved swallowing the old drunk’s load.

“Fuck, that’s enough!” Walt said shoving my head away from his crotch. “Shit! Here comes your daddy!”

I whipped around and there was daddy bearing down on us like some angry bull. And he was so close that he couldn’t help but see Walt zipping his jeans. I just hoped he hadn’t seen me sucking him off.

“What the Hell. Doesn’t look like much work is getting done.” Daddy said “You drinking, Walt?” Daddy asked.

I glanced at Walt and to my horror saw that his zipper had gotten stuck and he was still struggling to zip his pants.

“Yea. I had a beer or two.” He said without looking up. “Damn zipper got stuck when I took a piss and I’m trying to fix it. Don’t want my old pecker to flop out.” He added as he finally glanced up at daddy.

I didn’t say a word. I stood as still as a statute waiting for daddy to explode in a fit of anger.

“You got any more beer?” Daddy asked.

“Yea, I got a sack in the kitchen.” Walk admitted.

“Pete, go get it.” Daddy ordered.

I hurried into the shack and found the brown paper bag filled with beer. I brought it out to the porch and sat it down beside Walt.

“Mine, if I have one, Walt.” Daddy asked.

“Help yourself.” The old man replied, finally getting his jeans zipped. “You get the tractor fixed?” Walt asked.

“Hell, no. Damn thing is a piece of shit.” Daddy said as he took the beer and popped the top. Then he turned it up and drank half of it before lowering the can. “And I see that I’m not going to get any work out of the two of you.”

I could tell from the way that daddy was drinking the beer that it wasn’t his first one. I figured that he had been drinking all day. Now I understood why mama wasn’t home. She always left when he started drinking. She was probably over at Uncle Johnny, telling him that daddy was on a drinking binge again.

“Pete, grab me a couple of Walt’s beer and let go down and look the tomatoes over.” Daddy ordered.

I quickly did as he told me. We walked in silence to the tomato patch. Then I followed daddy down one of the rows as he peeked into the tomato vines for signs of little tomatoes. When we reached the end of the row and the beginning of a patch of woods, daddy throw down his empty beer can.

“Hell, they are doing great. We’re going to have a good crop of tomatoes.” He told me. Then he turned slightly to the side and unzipped his green work pants and pulled out his dick. “Damn beer makes me piss like a racehorse.” He added.

“Yea, I got to piss too.” I said as I too unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. Then as I pissed I glanced over at my father’s dick. It was long with lots of foreskin hanging over the head of his dick.

“What were you doing to Walt when I walk up?” Daddy asked suddenly. He glanced over at me and caught me staring at his dick. “Were you doing what I think you were doing?” He asked as he finished pissing and started shaking his dick from side to side.

I didn’t answer. I realized that he already knew the answer.

“Was that the first time you sucked his dick?” Daddy asked.

“No, Sir.” I answered. I knew better than to lie to him. Daddy always had the ability to tell when I was lying.

“I should take my belt off and beat the Hell out of you.” Daddy said. But I knew from his tone of voice that he wasn’t going to whip me. “Hand me another beer.” He said, still shaking his dick back and forth even though it wasn’t dripping piss any more.

I pulled a beer out of my pocket and popped the top of the Bud and handed it to him. Still holding his dick in his right hand, daddy took the beer in his left hand and turned it up and drank a long, big swallow. Then he glanced over at me. “What are you doing with a hard on?” He asked.

I glanced down at my dick not realizing that it had gotten hard.

“You get a hard on from watching me piss?” Daddy asked. He turned to face me. “Here take a good look at it.” Daddy said. He drank some more beer. “Come closer.”

I stepped forward until I was face to face with my father.

“Do it to me!” Daddy said.

I glanced at daddy’s face. I found a look of disgust mingled with sexual excitement. Then I dropped to my knees and garbed my father’s dick. I pulled the foreskin back. His dick head was pointed and red.

Then I stared sucking him. I heard him taking in air in a gasp of shock at the pleasure. Suddenly he was hunching my face, driving his long slim pecker as deep into my mouth as it would go.

I have to admit that I suddenly felt a deep love for my father as I glanced up at him and saw his green eyes staring down at me, watching me sucking his dick. I want to stop sucking his cock and stand up and kiss him like I had once kissed a girl. I wanted to send my tongue deep into my father’s mouth.

“You better get ready!” Daddy called out and shot off. I had never sucked someone that came so fast. Daddy barely allowed me to drain his cock before he jerked it out of my mouth. Then he turned and walked away from me, with me still kneeling on the ground, without saying a word.

Suddenly a wave of shame rushed over me. I am a queer, I thought as I climbed to my feel. I walked into the woods and didn’t stop until I was deep into the Oak and pine forest. Then I climbed one the live oaks and sat down on a big thick branch.

I’ll graduate from high school in a month, I thought. Then I am going to leave. There’s got to be a place I can go where there are other gays. I’m tried of sucking married men’s cock and drunks. But even thought I felt a shame of sucking Walt’s and daddy’s dicks, the memories got me excited and I pulled out my dick and jack off. I shot a big load of cum onto the big branch of the oak tree.

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