by Omerod Home
Continued…
Russell lay quietly on the floor.
He could feel the heat from Grady's crotch wash over his face. He could feel the weight of the wrestler on his chest. He could smell sweat. He could smell piss. He could smell cum. Every breath drew the rich perfumes into his lungs.
Russell could not over power the wrestlers. He decided to try to cajole them. He put a tone of good-natured amusement in his voice.
"Okay, boys," he said, "I give up. What do you want?"
Grady reached over the teacher's head. He took the heavy-duty yardstick out of the chalk tray. He held the heavy stick in the middle. He rapped the metal tipped end on the center of Russell's intellectual forehead.
"Pay attention in class, Newton," Grady said. "I told you that we were here to ride you."
Grady emphasized each word with a rap of the stick against Russell's forehead.
He waited patiently for their meaning to sink into the teacher's brain.
Russell looked puzzled for a moment. Then the light of understanding came into his eyes. His jaw dropped open. He gasped in horror.
Grady laughed. He sat back on his haunches. He pressed the seat of his tights against the teacher's broad chest. He laughed in triumph.
"That's right, Newton," Grady said. "Me and the boys figured that all you needed was a good dicking to straighten you out. A guy can get mighty edgy when he wants some dick real bad and can't get any."
Russell was stunned. He looked from one sweaty wrestler to the next.
"I never ... I'm not a queer," he sputtered.
Grady laughed. He patted the teacher's clean shaven cheeks with the end of the yardstick.
"Sure you are, Newton," Grady said. "You're as queer as they come.
Xxxx"You're a crotch watcher, Newton. All a guy has to do to pass your course is wear really tight jeans, sit up front, slump down in his seat and spread his legs wide.
Xxxx"Why do you think me and the boys always sat up front? You corrected everything we did. You made your jokes. You slapped us around with this stick.
Xxxx"You never told us to sit up straight. You never told us to put our legs together. It just kills you thinking about us sticking our meat in some poonie when we could be sticking it in you."
"You're perverts. You're all sick perverts," Russell angrily protested. "You'll go to jail. You can't touch me. They'll put you away."
Antwon and Tommy adjusted their grip on the teacher's legs. They dug their thick fingers into fresh areas of his muscles.
Russell looked from Grady to the other two wrestlers as they shifted their muscular bodies.
Grady tapped the teacher's forehead with the metal tip of the yardstick to get the man's attention. He looked down smugly into the teacher's face.
"No one's going to jail for this, Newton," Grady said. "You ain't going to tell anyone about this. You're going to get dicked and you're going to keep your mouth shut."
Antwon pulled his thick lips back from his snow-white teeth. An evil grin spread across his face.
"Except when your sucking our cocks," he said.
Tommy's freckled face broke into a smile.
"Yeah," he said, "or when your licking out our asses."
Grady tapped the teacher on the forehead again.
"You tell anyone and we'll say you molested us when we were underage. We'll say you made us do you in exchange for good grades.
Antwon moved one big bland hand to the crotch of the Russell's pants. He groped between the teacher's legs.
"Fucking pervert," he said, "making us play with your dick."
"Dirty old man," Tommy added, "fucking innocent teenage boys. Ruining our lives."
Tommy put the back of one ham like hand to his forehead. He tried to look dejected.
"I feel so ashamed," he said.
Antwon snorted derisively through his broad flat nose.
Grady tapped the teacher on the forehead again.
"They'll believe us because it's almost true," he said. "We didn't earn our grades by hard work. We earned our grades by spreading our legs so you could eye our equipment through our jeans. You'll go to jail with us. Maybe we'll all get the same fucking cell."
Russell knew he was trapped. No one looking at the wrestlers' term papers and test scores would believe they earned a passing grade in his class. He could not say he passed them because they were jocks. Everyone knew he hated jocks. He could not say he passed them because he liked them. He had abused them all openly. He could not say that he passed them because they were all hung like donkeys and did not mind displaying their meat beneath tightly stretched faded blue denim. He would lose his job. The boy's would be believed. He would go to jail.
Russell had only one hope. He could stall for time. The patrolman might come by the classroom before the boys went too far.
"Fucking jocks...."
Russell spit the words out,
"Wait just a minute."
Antwon dropped his black hand back down to the teacher's leg. He dug his thick fingers into the man's inner thigh.
"We sure are fucking jocks, man," Tommy said.
"We're sure going to fuck you, man," Antwon added with a guttural laugh.
Russell had another bright idea.
If the boys were caught, en flagrante, during the attack, then no one would believe their story about his seducing them. He would be safe. The old bull would have his revenge on the young calves. They would be locked up for years where they couldn't get even get a whiff of cunt let alone stick their dicks in any. All he had to do was stall for time.
Russell tried to reset his handsome face into a mask of good natured resignation. He tried to set his tone to mildly amused.
"Okay, boys,"he said, "you got me. I was hard on you boys this last year and now you're even. You've roughed me up a little and given me a good fright. Now let me up and no one has to know anything about this. You boys go on to your graduation party and I'll go back to looking over my files."
Grady laughed as he tapped Russell on the forehead with the metal tip of the yardstick.
"You don't understand, Newtie," Grady said, "you are our graduation party."
"Yeah, Newtie," Tommy added, "you're the guest of honor."
"We're going to party with you all night, man," Antwon joined in.
The big black wrestler could not keep the lust out of his voice. He could not keep his hands off the teacher's hard thighs. He could not keep his hard prick from pushing out the front of his graduation gown.
"All night, man," Tommy agreed eagerly.
The Irish boy was as lustful and erect as his black wrestling partner.
Antwon could not wait any longer. He wanted some action. He needed some relief for his big black pecker and throbbing balls. He slid his hand up the inside of the teacher's thigh and grabbed the man's crotch.
As Russell felt the black wrester's fingers grope between his legs, he panicked.
"No!" Russell shouted. "Wait!"
Grady sneered at the teacher's panic.
"Wait for what, Newtie?" Grady asked. "Wait for you to get it up for Antwon. Wait for you to make some more pretty speeches? Wait for the patrolman to come back and rescue you?
Xxxx"I guess its going to take more than this yardstick to pound some sense into you. We're going to dick you, Newtie.
Xxxx"You're not going to talk us out of it and you're not going to be rescued. You're going to get all the prick you've been hungry for your whole life and when you're full up with prick meat, you're going to get some more.
Xxxx"You're going to dick heaven, Newtie, and then you're going to dick hell."
Antwon took his hand from Russell's crotch and moved it up to the teacher's Italian leather belt.
"Let's get the party started, Grady," Antwon spoke eagerly. "Old Newton's got a hefty load of meat and potatoes between his legs and I'd like to make them hurt a little."
Grady looked down at Russell and smiled.
In the center of the teacher's forehead a large red welt was forming from Grady's repeated blows with the yardstick. A rosy spot glowed on each of his cleanly shaven cheeks. Grady slapped each spot with the tip of the yardstick.
The middle-aged teacher looked really frightened. His eyes darted from one wrestler to the other as he searched frantically for a friendly face. He licked his dry lips. He swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down frantically as he searched for the right words to stop the horny wrestler's from carrying out their terrible plan. The teacher looked like it would take very little to make him scream or cry or beg for mercy.
To be continued…
