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May 23rd, 1993 – Suburban New Jersey, just outside New York City
Eighteen year old James Hurst had no idea why he'd been called to Principal Banford's office. It was the end of the day and the request had come via a note sent to his photography teacher, near the end of class. (As a senior in the final semester of school, and being already accepted to Duke on a lacrosse scholarship, James had opted to take do-nothing classes in his final high school semester).
Walking through the school office James was surprised to see most of the guidance counselors and school secretaries had gone home, including Mr. Banford's. *I guess everyone gets Friday-itis, even teachers*, thought James.
He stopped at principal's door and knocked on the doorframe. Mr. Bandford, dressed in a blue shirt and tie, was seated at his desk reading from a file folder. The desk was covered in papers, but in the middle was a small metal box, with a white plastic half-bulb on the front. The principal looked up at the knock.
“Ah, yes, James, come in and sit down. Close the door behind you.” James did as he was asked sat down in the seat in front of Mr. Banford's desk.
Mr. Banford threw down the file folder and looked at him evenly across the desk, saying nothing, which unnerved James. Mr. Banford was in his late thirties, black hair with a just a touch of gray, blue eyes and hawk-like nose.
“So James, are you seated comfortably?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” What an odd question.
“Good,” the older man replied, “Now please take a look at this.” And he reached out and touched the top of the metal box.
The white plastic bulb on the box turned red, then blue, then green. James heard a kind of a whooshing sound, that quickly became rhythmic, like the sound of ocean waves on the shore. The light was fascinating. It started to pulse, and... spin? Was that even possible? It doesn't matter, thought James. It's beautiful.
He felt himself slump down in the chair, felt his whole body relax and his head tilt to one side. Part of his mind was shouting at him, telling that something was very wrong and that he needed to leave, leave right now. But in seconds that part became silent as the lights pulsed and spun, as the gentle waves soothed him. He started to drool, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the light, the beautiful light. His eyes remained open, unblinking.
“Now James,” said Principal Banford. “Listen closely...”
***
That night just before seven, with daylight fading, James hiked through the Collier Woods toward Mr. Banford's house, wearing jeans and a white tee shirt. The trees had gotten their summer foliage and the forest was lit with the filtered green of dusk. He'd told his parents he was going to a movie. He didn't know why.
James stepped into the principal's neatly manicured back lawn; there was a deck in front of the house, and beyond it a sliding glass door. He looked at his watch – 7PM on the dot, as instructed.
As instructed?
James walked up on the deck and approached the sliding glass door; Mr. Banford was already there. He opened the door. “Come in, James. I'm glad you came.”
James crossed the threshold into the house, into a nice living with a cream-colored couch and beige carpet. Mr. Banford was wearing blue dress slacks and a blue button down shirt, but had removed his jacket and tie. “Let me just get this,” he said as he closed the door. He stepped to side and pulled a cord; a curtain slide from the side over the glass door. Then he turned to face James.
He smiled, with a kind of feral amusement, and reached out laid his palm on James' chest. Mr. Banford looked James up and down like a piece of meat, like an object, a thing.
James cock started to get hard.
Wait, what? He'd never thought about sex with a man; he knew some guys on the team talked about gays, about faggots – he'd never given it much thought.
Now, though... *I like this.*
Mr. Banford's hand slid down to James' crotch, where found James' burgeoning erection. He massaged him through his jeans, and with his other hand gripped his own cock through his slacks. “Kiss me, James,” he said. His voice had an edge now, that changed to a purr. “Kiss Daddy.”
And so he did – James leaned in, parted his lips, and kissed Mr. Banford. He let the tip of his tongue drift out of his mouth and Mr. Banford returned this kiss, his tongue intertwining with the young man's. Mr. Banford took James' hand and placed it on his slacks. James felt Mr. Banford's huge erection through the fabric.
Another man's cock. *Yess...*
The two men kissed and massaged each other for a minute, and then Mr. Banford pushed him away.
“On your knees,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
He dropped to the carpet and looked up expectantly; the principal smiled down. “Take out your cock.”
*Obeying him is so hot*, James thought, and smiled dreamily. With his eyes locked on his principal, James reached down and unbuckled his own belt. He unbuttoned his jeans, zipped down his fly, and then shoved his jeans to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, as hard it had ever been. Harder than it had been for any girl.
“Mmmm,” said Mr. Banford,as he massaged himself through his slacks. “Circumcised. Pretty big for your age, nice blonde pubes. And so hard. You want a real man to take you, don't you?”
“Yes,” said James.
“Now take out my cock,” he said. “Service Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It was so wrong to say that, so naughty. So right.
James reached up with two hands and undid Mr. Banford's slacks, and then pulled down the zipper. He reached in and the older man's large cock popped free and outside his pants. It was the first time James had seen an erect cock. It was huge – seven inches long, much wider than James' own, veiny and with a shiny almost purple mushroom head. James stared at it and then reached up and gently stroked it.
“Suck it, don't pet it,” said Mr. Banford.
He opened his mouth and took the older man's cock into his mouth – my first cock. He tasted the salty dab of Mr. Banford's pre-cum, and then his lips slid around the bulbous cockhead and down the veiny shaft. The skin was soft on the surface, but rock-hard underneath; the scent of man, of cock and balls, filled his nose.
*Oh, God, this is wonderful. I never knew.*
James' didn't look up, he just began to work the older man's cock, blowing him the way he would want to be. He pursed his lips into an oval to keep his teeth away, and made his tongue flat; he felt the bottom of the cock rub along his taste buds and then the top of his tongue. He moved back and forth, back and forth. He couldn't take the whole thing in, but he made three quarters of it wet and slimy, sliding in and out, back and forth, letting that giant cockhead rhythmically hit the back of his throat.
“Ahh,” groaned Mr. Banford, and grabbed the side of James' head, moving his hands with James' rhythm. “So good.... uhhh...” Abruptly he made James stop. James looked up into Mr. Banford's blue eyes. The principal pulled his cock out of James' mouth, and then slowly rubbed it across James' face. It was so erotic, so dominant...
“You're mine,” said Mr. Banford.
“I'm yours,” said James, looking up as that magnificent cock slathered across his cheeks and mouth.
“Follow me,” said the older man, and turned walked away. James yanked up his jeans, and holding them up, awkwardly walked quickly after his principal. They walked down a brightly lit hallway and in what apparently was the master bedroom. It held a king-size bed with no blanket on it, just a fitted sheet and some pillows.
Mr. Banford turned to him and started unbuttoning his own shirt. “Undress,” he said. “Let me see your body.”
James kicked off his shoes, pulled his shirt off, dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, kicked off his shoes, and then one by one removed his socks. When he looked up Mr. Banford was naked. The Principal was in good shape for his age, with only the slightest of love handles and a narrow waste. A patch of black hair matted his chest and tapered down to his pubic area and prodigious cock. His arms were slightly muscled, not flabby.
Mr. Banford stepped forward and placed his palm on James' abdomen. “Look at those muscles,” he said. “So young, so strong...” his hand again wandered down and this time he gripped James' cock directly, and gently stroked it. “Balls full of come...”
“I'm going to...come..,” said James, trembling as electric jolts of pleasure coursed through him, taking him close to the edge.
“No you're not,” said Mr. Banford, smiling and letting go of James' member. “At least not yet.” He spun James around by the shoulders and pushed him, face forward, on to the bed.
*Yes.. oh, yesss...* James new what was about to happen. He wanted it. He got up on all fours, then turned his head and lowered his cheek to the mattress. He propped his upper body up on his elbows, spread his knees wide, arched his back, and presented his ass to Mr. Banfield.
“Do it,” he said dreamily.
Mr. Banfield moved behind him and James heard a squishing sound he didn't recognize, until he realized the man was lubing his cock. The bed creaked with the older mans' weight and James felt that bulbous head at his entrance, a moment of pressure, and the older man's cock popped in.
It was so filling, and surprisingly not that painful – just a little bit. But the erotic nature of it overwhelmed that. *I'm being taken...*
Mr. Banfield began to fuck him, moving back and forth slightly at first, just an inch or two. James found himself offering encouragement. “Yes, Daddy, like that, do it. I'm yours. Oh, God...”
“Damn, right,” said the principal in a growling voice. “Walking down the hall with that tight ass in those jeans, you fucking tease... ”
“Yes, I was a tease.... sorry... this is so good...”
The dominant man's strokes got longer as James' ass opened up and the lube worked its magic. James started to move against him, to meet his strokes, which became longer, deeper. “You fucking whore,” said the older man. “You love this.”
“Yes,” said James, believing it, knowing it was true. He was getting pounded now, deep, and it was wonderful.
“Going to...come...” said the older man. James felt the older man's cock swell
“Yes,” said James happily, panting, thrusting back harder. “Breed me.”
Mr. Banfield thrust forward and stopped, gripping James' hips. “Ahhh! Ahhhaaa!” James felt the older man's cock twitch and spurt inside him, filling him with his seed, claiming him. Owning him.
Mr. Banfield stopped and just bent over James for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he slowly pulled out. James turned over on has back and looked up at the man who'd taken his cherry; James' rock-hard cock flopped against his abdomen.
“Sit up,' said the Principal heavily. “On the edge of the bed.” James slide down and then sat up on the bed's edge, his legs splayed and his cock standing straight up. “Stroke yourself. Tell me what you are.”
James looked up at the older man. He leaned back and braced himself on the bed with one hand and began to masturbate with the other; his cock was slick with his own precum.
“I'm a whore,” he said lazily, with a smile, as he jerked off. “You own me. I'll do anything you want.” He stopped for a second and gripped his cock, not wanting to come yet, then slowly started again. “You can get a bunch of strange men here and I'll suck their cocks and then they can take turns with me.” He stared deep into Mrl Banfield's glowing eyes and his hand went faster; he couldn't help it. “You can bring anyone. Black guys. Other teachers. Anyone. No more girls, only men... only obeying you... being your bitch... on my hands and knees... cocks in my mouth, in my ass. Using me. Oh, God, fucking me!... Cocks fucking me!”
James' balls clenched. “Uhh... ahhh!” he cried, and then he came with the most mind-shattering orgasm he'd ever had, sending his seed into air. It shot over his head and then in spurts it landed on his face and chest. His eyes never left Mr. Banfield's.
As James panted and recovered from his orgasm, the older man looked down at him with a wicked grin. “Now,” he said. “There's something I want you to do for me.”
***
Forty-five year old Daniel Hurst returned from his golf game late Saturday afternoon. He'd done well, shooting a ninety-four, and was in a good mood. When he'd left in the morning his wife Daphne had been planning dinner; he was looking forward to it. His daughter Sally was home for the weekend from Amherst for the first time in months and his son James had promised him during the week that he'd be there for Saturday dinner.
Daniel parked his blue BMW in the garage and went through its interior door into the kitchen. James was sitting at the kitchen counter wearing blue gym shorts and a white tee shirt, reading something. There was a small metal box on the counter in front of him.
“Hey son,” said Daniel. “Where's your Mom and Sally?”
James looked up and smiled. “Oh, they're upstairs visiting.” Daniel stopped and listened for a moment. Was that...? Did he hear... moaning coming from upstairs?
“Do you hear that?” he worriedly asked James.
“Doesn't really matter,” said James. “Just take a look at this.” And he tapped the top of the box.
And soon Daniel wasn't worried about anything at all.
Eighteen year old James Hurst had no idea why he'd been called to Principal Banford's office. It was the end of the day and the request had come via a note sent to his photography teacher, near the end of class. (As a senior in the final semester of school, and being already accepted to Duke on a lacrosse scholarship, James had opted to take do-nothing classes in his final high school semester).
Walking through the school office James was surprised to see most of the guidance counselors and school secretaries had gone home, including Mr. Banford's. *I guess everyone gets Friday-itis, even teachers*, thought James.
He stopped at principal's door and knocked on the doorframe. Mr. Bandford, dressed in a blue shirt and tie, was seated at his desk reading from a file folder. The desk was covered in papers, but in the middle was a small metal box, with a white plastic half-bulb on the front. The principal looked up at the knock.
“Ah, yes, James, come in and sit down. Close the door behind you.” James did as he was asked sat down in the seat in front of Mr. Banford's desk.
Mr. Banford threw down the file folder and looked at him evenly across the desk, saying nothing, which unnerved James. Mr. Banford was in his late thirties, black hair with a just a touch of gray, blue eyes and hawk-like nose.
“So James, are you seated comfortably?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” What an odd question.
“Good,” the older man replied, “Now please take a look at this.” And he reached out and touched the top of the metal box.
The white plastic bulb on the box turned red, then blue, then green. James heard a kind of a whooshing sound, that quickly became rhythmic, like the sound of ocean waves on the shore. The light was fascinating. It started to pulse, and... spin? Was that even possible? It doesn't matter, thought James. It's beautiful.
He felt himself slump down in the chair, felt his whole body relax and his head tilt to one side. Part of his mind was shouting at him, telling that something was very wrong and that he needed to leave, leave right now. But in seconds that part became silent as the lights pulsed and spun, as the gentle waves soothed him. He started to drool, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the light, the beautiful light. His eyes remained open, unblinking.
“Now James,” said Principal Banford. “Listen closely...”
***
That night just before seven, with daylight fading, James hiked through the Collier Woods toward Mr. Banford's house, wearing jeans and a white tee shirt. The trees had gotten their summer foliage and the forest was lit with the filtered green of dusk. He'd told his parents he was going to a movie. He didn't know why.
James stepped into the principal's neatly manicured back lawn; there was a deck in front of the house, and beyond it a sliding glass door. He looked at his watch – 7PM on the dot, as instructed.
As instructed?
James walked up on the deck and approached the sliding glass door; Mr. Banford was already there. He opened the door. “Come in, James. I'm glad you came.”
James crossed the threshold into the house, into a nice living with a cream-colored couch and beige carpet. Mr. Banford was wearing blue dress slacks and a blue button down shirt, but had removed his jacket and tie. “Let me just get this,” he said as he closed the door. He stepped to side and pulled a cord; a curtain slide from the side over the glass door. Then he turned to face James.
He smiled, with a kind of feral amusement, and reached out laid his palm on James' chest. Mr. Banford looked James up and down like a piece of meat, like an object, a thing.
James cock started to get hard.
Wait, what? He'd never thought about sex with a man; he knew some guys on the team talked about gays, about faggots – he'd never given it much thought.
Now, though... *I like this.*
Mr. Banford's hand slid down to James' crotch, where found James' burgeoning erection. He massaged him through his jeans, and with his other hand gripped his own cock through his slacks. “Kiss me, James,” he said. His voice had an edge now, that changed to a purr. “Kiss Daddy.”
And so he did – James leaned in, parted his lips, and kissed Mr. Banford. He let the tip of his tongue drift out of his mouth and Mr. Banford returned this kiss, his tongue intertwining with the young man's. Mr. Banford took James' hand and placed it on his slacks. James felt Mr. Banford's huge erection through the fabric.
Another man's cock. *Yess...*
The two men kissed and massaged each other for a minute, and then Mr. Banford pushed him away.
“On your knees,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
He dropped to the carpet and looked up expectantly; the principal smiled down. “Take out your cock.”
*Obeying him is so hot*, James thought, and smiled dreamily. With his eyes locked on his principal, James reached down and unbuckled his own belt. He unbuttoned his jeans, zipped down his fly, and then shoved his jeans to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, as hard it had ever been. Harder than it had been for any girl.
“Mmmm,” said Mr. Banford,as he massaged himself through his slacks. “Circumcised. Pretty big for your age, nice blonde pubes. And so hard. You want a real man to take you, don't you?”
“Yes,” said James.
“Now take out my cock,” he said. “Service Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It was so wrong to say that, so naughty. So right.
James reached up with two hands and undid Mr. Banford's slacks, and then pulled down the zipper. He reached in and the older man's large cock popped free and outside his pants. It was the first time James had seen an erect cock. It was huge – seven inches long, much wider than James' own, veiny and with a shiny almost purple mushroom head. James stared at it and then reached up and gently stroked it.
“Suck it, don't pet it,” said Mr. Banford.
He opened his mouth and took the older man's cock into his mouth – my first cock. He tasted the salty dab of Mr. Banford's pre-cum, and then his lips slid around the bulbous cockhead and down the veiny shaft. The skin was soft on the surface, but rock-hard underneath; the scent of man, of cock and balls, filled his nose.
*Oh, God, this is wonderful. I never knew.*
James' didn't look up, he just began to work the older man's cock, blowing him the way he would want to be. He pursed his lips into an oval to keep his teeth away, and made his tongue flat; he felt the bottom of the cock rub along his taste buds and then the top of his tongue. He moved back and forth, back and forth. He couldn't take the whole thing in, but he made three quarters of it wet and slimy, sliding in and out, back and forth, letting that giant cockhead rhythmically hit the back of his throat.
“Ahh,” groaned Mr. Banford, and grabbed the side of James' head, moving his hands with James' rhythm. “So good.... uhhh...” Abruptly he made James stop. James looked up into Mr. Banford's blue eyes. The principal pulled his cock out of James' mouth, and then slowly rubbed it across James' face. It was so erotic, so dominant...
“You're mine,” said Mr. Banford.
“I'm yours,” said James, looking up as that magnificent cock slathered across his cheeks and mouth.
“Follow me,” said the older man, and turned walked away. James yanked up his jeans, and holding them up, awkwardly walked quickly after his principal. They walked down a brightly lit hallway and in what apparently was the master bedroom. It held a king-size bed with no blanket on it, just a fitted sheet and some pillows.
Mr. Banford turned to him and started unbuttoning his own shirt. “Undress,” he said. “Let me see your body.”
James kicked off his shoes, pulled his shirt off, dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, kicked off his shoes, and then one by one removed his socks. When he looked up Mr. Banford was naked. The Principal was in good shape for his age, with only the slightest of love handles and a narrow waste. A patch of black hair matted his chest and tapered down to his pubic area and prodigious cock. His arms were slightly muscled, not flabby.
Mr. Banford stepped forward and placed his palm on James' abdomen. “Look at those muscles,” he said. “So young, so strong...” his hand again wandered down and this time he gripped James' cock directly, and gently stroked it. “Balls full of come...”
“I'm going to...come..,” said James, trembling as electric jolts of pleasure coursed through him, taking him close to the edge.
“No you're not,” said Mr. Banford, smiling and letting go of James' member. “At least not yet.” He spun James around by the shoulders and pushed him, face forward, on to the bed.
*Yes.. oh, yesss...* James new what was about to happen. He wanted it. He got up on all fours, then turned his head and lowered his cheek to the mattress. He propped his upper body up on his elbows, spread his knees wide, arched his back, and presented his ass to Mr. Banfield.
“Do it,” he said dreamily.
Mr. Banfield moved behind him and James heard a squishing sound he didn't recognize, until he realized the man was lubing his cock. The bed creaked with the older mans' weight and James felt that bulbous head at his entrance, a moment of pressure, and the older man's cock popped in.
It was so filling, and surprisingly not that painful – just a little bit. But the erotic nature of it overwhelmed that. *I'm being taken...*
Mr. Banfield began to fuck him, moving back and forth slightly at first, just an inch or two. James found himself offering encouragement. “Yes, Daddy, like that, do it. I'm yours. Oh, God...”
“Damn, right,” said the principal in a growling voice. “Walking down the hall with that tight ass in those jeans, you fucking tease... ”
“Yes, I was a tease.... sorry... this is so good...”
The dominant man's strokes got longer as James' ass opened up and the lube worked its magic. James started to move against him, to meet his strokes, which became longer, deeper. “You fucking whore,” said the older man. “You love this.”
“Yes,” said James, believing it, knowing it was true. He was getting pounded now, deep, and it was wonderful.
“Going to...come...” said the older man. James felt the older man's cock swell
“Yes,” said James happily, panting, thrusting back harder. “Breed me.”
Mr. Banfield thrust forward and stopped, gripping James' hips. “Ahhh! Ahhhaaa!” James felt the older man's cock twitch and spurt inside him, filling him with his seed, claiming him. Owning him.
Mr. Banfield stopped and just bent over James for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he slowly pulled out. James turned over on has back and looked up at the man who'd taken his cherry; James' rock-hard cock flopped against his abdomen.
“Sit up,' said the Principal heavily. “On the edge of the bed.” James slide down and then sat up on the bed's edge, his legs splayed and his cock standing straight up. “Stroke yourself. Tell me what you are.”
James looked up at the older man. He leaned back and braced himself on the bed with one hand and began to masturbate with the other; his cock was slick with his own precum.
“I'm a whore,” he said lazily, with a smile, as he jerked off. “You own me. I'll do anything you want.” He stopped for a second and gripped his cock, not wanting to come yet, then slowly started again. “You can get a bunch of strange men here and I'll suck their cocks and then they can take turns with me.” He stared deep into Mrl Banfield's glowing eyes and his hand went faster; he couldn't help it. “You can bring anyone. Black guys. Other teachers. Anyone. No more girls, only men... only obeying you... being your bitch... on my hands and knees... cocks in my mouth, in my ass. Using me. Oh, God, fucking me!... Cocks fucking me!”
James' balls clenched. “Uhh... ahhh!” he cried, and then he came with the most mind-shattering orgasm he'd ever had, sending his seed into air. It shot over his head and then in spurts it landed on his face and chest. His eyes never left Mr. Banfield's.
As James panted and recovered from his orgasm, the older man looked down at him with a wicked grin. “Now,” he said. “There's something I want you to do for me.”
***
Forty-five year old Daniel Hurst returned from his golf game late Saturday afternoon. He'd done well, shooting a ninety-four, and was in a good mood. When he'd left in the morning his wife Daphne had been planning dinner; he was looking forward to it. His daughter Sally was home for the weekend from Amherst for the first time in months and his son James had promised him during the week that he'd be there for Saturday dinner.
Daniel parked his blue BMW in the garage and went through its interior door into the kitchen. James was sitting at the kitchen counter wearing blue gym shorts and a white tee shirt, reading something. There was a small metal box on the counter in front of him.
“Hey son,” said Daniel. “Where's your Mom and Sally?”
James looked up and smiled. “Oh, they're upstairs visiting.” Daniel stopped and listened for a moment. Was that...? Did he hear... moaning coming from upstairs?
“Do you hear that?” he worriedly asked James.
“Doesn't really matter,” said James. “Just take a look at this.” And he tapped the top of the box.
And soon Daniel wasn't worried about anything at all.
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