My High School Days Part 7 (last installment)

Sunday couldn’t come fast enough for me. I woke up at five A.M. and wasn’t able to go back to sleep. Thoughts of spending a whole day alone with my science teacher filled my head. I was finally going to make love to a old man. Not just suck his cock, not just get fucked by him, finally I was going to hug and kiss another man, make total love to him.

After breakfast when mama and daddy were sitting at the kitchen table still drinking coffee, mama asked why I was sitting by the window looking down the road. I told her I was waiting for Mr. Hall that we were going fishing in his catfish pond.

Later, when mama went out to the henhouse to collect eggs, daddy looked over at me and said. “Are you going to suck your teacher’s dick? I bet that’s what you are going to be doing.” He said in angry tone.

“What? Are you getting horny again, Pop? You want me to suck your off again or do you want to fuck me?” I said shocking myself at talking back to him.

“Get the fuck out of the house. Go wait outside for you queer teacher!” Daddy ordered. “Damn, queer boy.” He said as I got up from the easy chair beside the window and walked outside.

Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. Mr. Hall drove up on his Impala. He rolled down the window as I approached.

“Well, you ready for them catfish?” He asked. He smiled. I smiled back.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered as I hurried around and climbed into the passenger side. I was surprised to see Mr. Hall wearing a pair of shorts. And from the paleness of his legs, I figured that it was a rare occasion for him.

The old science teacher reached over and patted me on my naked leg. “Glad you wore shorts too.” He said. “Jeans are too hot when you’re out in the sun fishing.” He kept his hand on my leg for a long moment. I loved the feel of his soft fingers griping my leg. I wanted to reach over and pat him on the leg but I reframed from doing so. But I did glance down at his crotch, remember how thick his dick was when I had spied on him and the others up in Mr. Jim’s hayloft. I found a nice bulge.

“Oh, let’s get this fishing expedition on the road.” Mr. Hall said as took his hand off my leg and drove away.

“Mr. Hall?”

The old man turned his head to me a moment. Damn he was handsome. He face was kind, unlike my father’s. And although his cheeks sagged there were few wrinkles on his round face. And the way his white chest hairs stuck out over the top of his shirt thrilled me.

“Yes?”

“I would like to make a confession to you.” I said. I cleared my throat as the suddenly the words did want to come out.

“Go ahead?” He said suddenly looking puzzled.

“I was...I was spying on you and Mr. Ballard and Mr. Jim the other day when the three of you were up in Mr. Jim’s hay loft.” I spoke fast, afraid the words wouldn’t come out.

“Really?” He said. He reached his hand over and placed it on my leg. “Did you tell anyone about what you saw?” He asked as he squeezed my leg. His hands were stronger than they looked. His grip was so powerful that I flinched.

“No, Sir. I would do that. I...I just wished I had been about to join you all.” I told him.

“Mr. Jim told me about you coming over to his house.” The old science teacher told me as he continued to grip my leg.

“He did?” I asked.

“Yes, and he said you have a long thick dick.” Mr. Hall added as his slipped his hand up and touched his fingers to my crotch. “I see he was correct.”

The old science teacher played with my crotch as he drove to his house. And I held his arm as he massaged my crotch. Long before he reached his house, I had a roaring hard on.

Then as we approached his house, I spotted Mr. Jim’s pickup in Mr. Hall yard. Seeing that I was staring at the old farmer’s truck, Mr. Hall said. “I invited Jim over to go fishing with us. I hope you don’t mind.”

I did! I had thought it was only going to be Mr. Hall and myself. But I tried to hid me disappointment. “No, that’s O.K.”

“Good.” Mr. Hall said as he parked. “Let go inside.” He said and without waiting for me to respond he got out of the car and headed for the house.

I followed behind him. I expected Mr. Jim to greet us at the door but he didn’t. The living room was empty. “This way.” Mr. Hall said heading to the back of the house. He head me what looked like a new wing of the rambling ranch house. When I entered I was surprised to see no windows. And in the middle of the room a set of chains were hanging from the ceiling supporting a leather sling.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“My play seat.” Mr. Hall answered. “Jim? Where are you?” The old science teacher called out.

A side door opened and out stepped the old farmer. He was completely naked. His huge pecker was sticking out from his crotch like a baseball bat.

“About time. I getting tried of playing with myself.” Mr. Jim said. “Hello, Pete.” He added as he walked up so close to me that the old man huge pecker was poking me in the belly.

I looked over at Mr. Hall. He was stripping his clothes off. When he pulled down his under shorts, I saw that his dick was also hard. And although his was no where as long as Mr. Jim’s it was the thickest cock I had ever seen.

“Aren’t we going fishing?” I asked.

“The only fishing I am going to do is with my dick up your ass.” Mr. Jim told me. He grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. “Go ahead and suck on it a little. Get it throbbing hard.” He told me.

I glanced over at Mr. Hall. He was playing with his dick as he watched us. “Go ahead and do what Mr. Jim told you to do.” He told me sharply.

I started sucking Mr. Jim long thick pecker. I must admit that I love sucking it. The thing was so huge and long that the very sight of it caused my own dick to stiffen to much that it was painful. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t take very much of the old farmer’s cock in my mouth. And when he tried to force it down my throat, I gagged so badly that he stopped.

Then while I was sucking Mr. Jim’s cock, Mr. Hall walked up to the old farmer and started deep kissing him. This shocked me. They were kissing like they were lovers. And as they kissed Mr. Jim reached down and started jacking the old science teacher’s dick.

The next time I glanced up, Mr. Jim was biting Mr. Hall’s big nipples so hard that the old science teacher started moaning and then crying out in pain. Yet, he never tried to pull back from the old farmer.

“Let him suck me a little.” Mr. Hall said.

Mr. Jim pulled his cock out of my mouth. The old science teacher quickly pushed his short thick dick into my mouth. It was massive that I had to open my mouth so wide that my jaws started aching immediately.

Then as I sucked Mr. Hall’s dick he and Mr. Jim kissed each other passionately. The two old men kissed as passionate as I had ever seen anyone kissing. They looked like there were going to devour each other. I was jealous! I wanted one of them to kiss me like that.

“Get in the Sling.” Mr. Jim told the old science teacher.

Immediately he pulled his dick out of my mouth and climbed in the leather contraption. Then I watched as Mr. Jim move between Mr. Hall’s upraised legs.

“Pete, come over here and let me suck that big boy dick of yours.” Mr. Hall called out as Mr. Jim smeared some Crisco on his asshole. “I want to suck you while Jim fucked me with his big old pecker.” The old science teacher added.

I quickly moved