by Omerod Home
Continued…
Antwon and Tommy stripped off their graduation gowns. The three wrestlers peeled off their wrestling tights down to their overfilled jockstraps. They walked around the room. They stretched their muscles. They scratched their hairy bodies. They acted as if there were no half-conscious semi-naked man groaning on the floor. They acted as if they were just warming up for a perfectly ordinary workout.
Antwon walked passed the groaning teacher. He gave the man a nudge in the back with his big black foot.
"Man, what a fruit!" Antwon exclaimed. "Only a fucking fairy would hang dog tags from his dick!"
"Did you see the way his dick jumped every time Grady whacked it, man?" Tommy added excitedly. "That was some funny sight, man. Some funny sight."
"You sure mashed his balls, Tommy," Grady congratulated his Irish friend.
He reached down and fingered the teachers aching nuts as he stepped over him.
"I'll bet you squeezed all the cum out of them just like juice out of an orange," he added.
"I could feel them squirming around under my fingers like they were trying to get away," Tommy said proudly to his admiring audience. "I could feel them squashing. It felt just like squeezing a rubber ball."
"Let's get him up on the desk," Grady said.
He cleared the top of the desk with a sweep of his arm.
"Newtie ain't even started hurting yet. Let's get busy, boys. We don't have all night," he said.
"Yes we do," Tommy corrected Grady. "We've got all night and all day tomorrow."
The three wrestlers laughed as they lifted Russell's groaning form from the floor. They laid him face down on the desk. They turned the teacher's body so that he lay across the desk with his head hanging over the front and his legs hanging over the back. His arms dangled over the front edge of the desk. His feet rested on the floor behind the desk.
His feet.
When Antwon and Tommy left the room to make obligatory check-in calls to their parents and girlfriends, Grady found himself positioned behind the desk staring at the bare soles of Russell’s feet. He’d always wanted to fall at Antwon’s feet and give the black jock the sole-licking of his life, but he’d never had the courage to even come close to approaching the subject of his foot fetish. But, at this present moment, their studly teacher was sprawled semi-conscious and barefoot over a desk. If he were to take advantage of the man’s helplessness while his friends were temporarily away, who would know?
And within seconds Grady was on the floor, thrusting his face against both of Russell's dirty soles and inhaling deeply. The odor was a mixed of smells of sweat, dirt and so on. Grady started slowly by just kissing Russ’ soles and toes all over--wanting to make this foot encounter last as long as possible.
Finally, the wrestler outstretches an eager tongue and plasters it against the ball of the sexy teacher's left foot, pulling up slowly. Russ’ skin was still tender and not as tough as the soles of a man's feet normally were. Grady THOUGHT he heard the semi-conscious teacher whispering. What was he saying? "Ohhh ...yeah, Grady," captive Russell seemed to moan as waves of sheer pleasure clearly traveled up his body from his feet. "That feels so good! Keep licking, boy! "
And Grady licked at his foot again and his spit had moistened up some of the dirt. The wrestler's spit was becoming dark as was his tongue. It felt a bit gritty in his mouth, but it was wonderful. Grady soon began stroking his cock. Pretty soon he had made a clean spot on the ball of Russell's foot, so he moved his way down towards the teacher's heel. The dirty spit was running down the man’s foot and it was all over Grady's face. Russell's heel was smooth, but was incredibly encrusted with dirt. The wrestler was working very hard with his tongue to clean it. Not only was he licking the sexy educator’s foot, but he was sucking the skin. He also licked Russell's ankle--using his tongue to glide all over it.
Grady worked his way back up the semi-conscious man’s foot and had done a good job of getting much of the dirt off. He saved Russell's filthy toes for last. The wrestler took each one into his mouth in turn, staring with the sexy teacher’s small toe. Grady sloshed his tongue all over it and sucked it with an uncontested vigor. He then went from toe to toe, delighting in their filthiness. He also made sure to lick any dirt out from BETWEEN Russell's toes.
Grady then roughly kicked Russell's legs apart. He reached underneath the teacher. He pulled the man's cock and balls down so that they hung over the edge of the desk. Antwon returned at just that moment… but instead of scolding his buddy for taking advantage of their captive in his and Tommy’s absence, he joined right in on Grady’s fun.
Russell groaned. He tried to lift his head. Antwon roughly shoved him back down.
"Please," Russell mumbled through his pain filled stupor, "don't hurt my dick anymore. He'll be a good dog. Please, please don't hurt him anymore."
The wrestlers laughed, as they tore what was left of Russell's clothes from his big body.
The teacher groaned again. He began to stir upon the desktop. Every movement hurt. He tried to keep still. He kept his eyes closed. He prayed that the wrestlers were finished with him.
Grady pulled open a drawer on one side of the desk. He rummaged through its contents. He slammed it shut.
Russell whimpered as the vibrations traveled through the desk and into his tortured body.
Grady pulled open the next drawer. He looked in it quickly. He slammed it shut.
"Antwon," Grady said, "go look in the supply room and see if you can find something we can tie this fucker up with. He's got nothing in the desk."
Russell opened his eyes slightly to watch Antwon as he padded across the room on his bare feet. He eyes followed the big, black, nearly naked athlete across the room to the supply closet.
The black wrestler had almost no hair upon his body except for a wiry forest growing on his head, in his armpits and peeking out around the edges of his jockstrap pouch. His skin was shiny black like polished ebony. His chocolate skin rippled in soft waves over his hefty muscles as he walked. The pouch of his white knit jock strap was stretched by a heavy load of meat, which shifted from side to as he moved across the room. His big, round ass cheeks dimpled with every step he took.
Russell moaned but not from pain. His bad dog was pressing its sore head into the side of the desk.
As Antwon padded back from the supply closet with a handful of electrical cords which he had detached from the audio-visual equipment, Grady looked down between the teacher's legs. He saw that the man's dick was pressing its pierced snout against the front of the center drawer of the desk on which the teacher lay.
"Hey Antwon," Grady called to the black wrestler. "Looks like Newtie likes your looks. His dog is throwing a boner for you."
"Is that right, Newtie?" Antwon laughed.
The big black wrestler stopped before the desk in front of Russell's face. He handed the cords across the desk to Grady.
"Do you like the looks of this?" Antwon asked.
Antwon cupped the pouch of his jockstrap with one big hand. He hefted its mass. He displayed the outline of his big cock beneath the soft white fabric of the jockstrap pouch.
Russell screwed his eyes shut. He tried to feign unconsciousness.
"Don't pretend you're still out, man," Antwon chided the teacher. "I can see you screwing up your eyes. Now open your eyes real wide and take a real good look at what I got."
Russell opened his eyes. He looked at the wrestler's big black hand. He looked at the overfilled white pouch of the jockstrap. He looked at the outline of the hard cock beneath the fabric. Without thinking, he licked his lips.
"Looks good, don't it, Newtie?" Antwon asked for effect ... he did not expect an answer. "Smells good too. Go on, Newtie take a real good sniff. You know you want to."
Antwon thrust his crotch towards Russell's face. The teacher pulled his head back. Antwon put his other big, black hand on the back of the teacher's head. He pushed the man's face into his bulging crotch.
"That's it, man, take a deep breath...."
Antwon rubbed the pouch of his sweaty jockstrap over Russell's face,
"Smells real good — - deep and rich and funky. I ain't washed it all week, just for you. I got a real load of headcheese under the hood. It's nice and ripe and stinking real bad. Can you smell it? Does it make your mouth water?"
"No, please!"
Russell's plea was muffled by the cotton pouch covering his mouth,
"Please don't make me do this."
"No, please, don't," Grady sing-songed, mocking the teacher as he slapped the man across his
"If you don't want it, how come your dick is getting harder with every heartbeat? An ass hole like you has got to be shown what he wants. Hell, you was getting hard and moaning when I licked your feet! Oh, yeah, once you've had what we’re going to give to you, you're going to want it all the time!”
To be continued…
