Milo and Jack were lovers. Well, not really. Jack was a teacher at my school. He was twenty-three, good looking and recently married, so why did he start to fool around with Milo? Who can explain shit like that? He was smitten; that’s a good word for it, smitten. And I found out about it.
The problem was you see, Milo was one of his students, and he was twelve. That’s right, twelve fucking years old. Jack was, as I say, smitten. Now, they had not really done anything except cuddle, but I had photos of that, and that was certainly enough to fry his ass, ruin his life and land him in jail for a while, not to mention destroying his career.
And Milo, well, he would rather die than see Jack hurt in any way. Young kids are like that, especially when they “fall in love” for the first time, so I had them where I wanted them. He begged me not to show the pictures to the principal. Jack was almost suicidal with despair. He assured me he never would have done anything sexual to Milo that he was aware of how far he could go.
Sure. Cuddling with the little faggot and feeling up his little ass globes was allowed. Jesus, guys who are smitten are really stupid. Anyway, the situation was ripe for some fun. I sat in Jack’s sixth-grade classroom after school with the two guilty culprits. I smiled from one to the other as I watched handsome Jack sweat and wring his hands.
“So, Milo, you want to be a little twelve-year-old cocksucker, do you?” I said, flipping through the pictures I had taken and glancing now and again at the tape recorder with their declarations of love on it.
“I’m a good boy, sir. I love Mr. Jordan. I really love him.”
Milo had tears in his sweet young innocent eyes.
“And you, Jack, you fucking pervert. You’ve only been widowed six months. What, your own little boy doesn’t give you enough pussy? You have to molest a student?”
“Look, Kyle, man, we’re friends. We teach together. I don’t know what happened. Honest to God, I lost my head. Cut me some slack here. I swear I’ll never do this kind of thing again.”
“I think both of you need to be punished. I think you have to pay for your perverted crimes, so, if you’re both very, very good and do what I tell you to do then I won’t ruin your lives, but if you are bad and disobey me, even a little bit, I will send these pictures everywhere. Let’s start with Milo, shall we? Milo, has Jack here every seen your slutty little cunt body naked?”
Milo started to tremble and chewed his lower lip.
“Oh, no, sir, we’ve never done anything bad like that. Please sir, I just love each him.”
“Then I think it’s time both Jack here and I got a look at your boyslut merchandise. Strip for us, Milo. Take off all your clothes.”
Jack stood up.
“I won’t stand for this Kyle. That’s sick. You can’t do this.”
“I can send you to prison, fucker, so just sit down and shut the fuck up.” He did. “Now, Milo, darling, a boy of twelve like you knows that if I show these pictures around, your friend Mr. Jordan will go to prison. Is that what you want?”
He shook his pretty head, and his long blond hair danced around his face. Prime, innocent cunt meat.
“Okay then, Milo, show us a little sixth-grade boy flesh.”
With trembling hands, he started to undress. It was such a fucking hot sight. Jack sitting there suffering, yet turned on, me with the hard-on of my life, and the little fairy undressing for us. His belly was smooth and sexy. He had beautiful legs, even at that young an age. Finally, he stood there in just his underpants. Tears were now rolling down his sweet face, and my prick jumped and leaked in my trousers.
“Please don’t make him do this,” Jack said as tears flowed down his cheeks. A grown man crying. Disgusting.
“Milo, take off your underpants, so I can see your sweet twelve-year-old prick.”
The boy whimpered like a wounded puppy as he slid his fingers into his little tighty-whities and took them down. Wow! That’s all I can say. No, come to think of it, I can honestly say I was smitten. I was smitten with the hairless twelve-year-old boy. Oh my, he was going to be an excellent fuck. I leaned in on my chair.
“Look at that baby prick, Jack. Milo, don’t cover you’re your little prick with your hands. Put your hands at your sides and stand straight. Let’s see you bare-ass naked like the little boywhore you are.”
“I’m not…let me go home please,” he was blubbering pretty hard now.
“No, Milo, you’re a bad little twelve-year-old cock whore, and you need to be punished. You know that. Now, you little fag, sit in that wooden chair there. Now, put the heels of your cute little feet up on the chair and spread your legs wide, so that Jack, your boyfriend here, and I can see your asshole.”
I don’t know how many of you readers out there have ever seen a twelve-year-old asshole up close. It’s really nice. It’s the perfect age to get fucked. The ass lips are still tight and pink, not all puffy and distended.
Crying pretty hard now, and moaning for Jack to do something, the little faggot sat in the chair and lifted and spread his legs as instructed, and his ass cheeks open just a bit. I knew Jack was hard as a rock and leaking too.
“Now with your fingers, Milo, pull your ass cheeks apart so we can see into your little boy twat.”
“Oh…god…please…please…don’t make me do this…please!”
“Do it now, Milo, you fucking bitch.”
Milo pulled his ass cheeks apart giving us a perfect view of his young asshole.
“Honest to God, Kyle, we were just emotionally close like father and son. We never did anything. I swear to God.”
Jack was sniveling and half-crying, and not able to take his pervert eyes off the little boy asshole.
“Shut the fuck up, Jack, you’re boring me. I’ll bet the principal would love pictures of you being emotionally close with the prepubescent boy. Now, Jack, here’s what you are going to do. You’re going to get on your knees and crawl across the floor, and you are going to suck Milo’s pricklet.”
“Jesus, Kyle, you can’t do this to us. You can’t.”
Well, I could, and I did. I sat there rubbing my hard-on through my trousers, thinking of all the fresh young boy-cunt in my own second-grade class, including Jack’s adorable seven-year-old son, while Jack crawled across the floor and put his mouth on the little fairy’s pink pricklet. I made him suck and lick the boy’s little prick until the boy was moaning and wiggling in the chair. I thought the fucking chair would break when the boy came.
“What a fucking whore you are, Milo,” I said to him while unzipping my pants and taking out my eight-inch leaking prick. “You need to be punished. Tell me, Milo, have you ever sucked a cock?”
Jack freaked out, Milo sobbed, and it was a few minutes before everyone calmed down and I once again stood before the sweet little twelve-year-old face with my big fucking thick-veined dick drooling and bobbing in front of the boy’s mouth.
Jack knew he was screwed if he protested. Milo knew he was in big trouble, and because he was only a dumb fag and not very smart, I intimidated him easily. I ordered Jack to strip naked and then jerk his meat while I fed Milo his first taste of prick meat.
“Nice and easy now, Milo, open your mouth. Stop whimpering. All those salty tears running into your mouth will wreck the rich flavor of sweaty dick. This is a taste and smell that you’re going to come to love, Milo. Something you will come to need every single day. I know what little boywhores are like.”
“Mr. Jordan, help me please,” the boy sniveled.
My prick head rubbing against his soft young lips blurred the words. Some pre-fuck from my piss hole attached itself to his lower lip and made a stringy bridge. It was so fucking cute.
Mr. Jordan, Jack to us, couldn’t help the little cocksucker out. He was bare-assed, beating his own six-inch prick, his nuts bouncing. He was getting with the program just fine.
“Milo, look how big Mr. Jordan’s dick is. Have you ever seen his dick before?”
He shook his head back and forth, dear thing, and the sperm string broke and draped itself across his chin.
“Have you ever seen any dicks before?”
He thought better than to lie to me, so he nodded his head affirmatively.
“Filthy faggot,” I said as I slapped my cock across his angelic face leaving pecker tracks. “Milo is a fucking little cocksucker. If anyone finds out, he’ll be kicked out of school, and his mommy won’t love him anymore. The little faggot will have to live on the streets and sell his cunt to live,” I said quietly while I slapped Milo’s face with my thick sex-heady dick.
The whole fucking classroom smelled like cock. I reached down and rubbed Milo’s hard cum-coated prick until I got him squirming like a bitch in heat on the chair.
“What a fucking faggot you are, Milo,” I sniggered.
“Now, Milo, stick your tongue as far out as you can, I am going to rest my heavy dickhead on your tongue.”
He did, and I did. He looked so stupid that way with his tongue out as his eyes looked up at me in fear with my drooling prick head resting on his extended tongue. I tightened my ass globes just enough to cause the dick to jump a little and slide back and forth on his pink tongue, leaving a trail of pre-fuck dick snot.
“After the first few times, this is a taste you are going to love, Milo.”
I shoved a little more dick into his mouth, and he gagged. Jack was beating his meat like a teen boy with a hot porno video. He kept crying at the same time. It was fucking hysterical.
“All the way in now, Milo, take the dick into your mouth. No, no, cocksucker, keep your tongue out. Good little cocksucker. I want to feel your tongue on my fuck sack while my dick is in your mouth. You know what a fuck sack is Milo? Those are my nuts, my balls, my baby makers. Come on, cocksucker, take more cock.”
I fed him cock. I taught him how to suck cock, how to lick the cock slime, how to lick and suck on a guy’s salty scrotum. He cried. He sucked and licked. He bawled some more. I wiped pre-fuck all over his pretty little face, and each time I face fed him cock, I forced more and more into him.
Jack protested that Milo couldn’t take it all since he was just a little boy, but he never stopped jerking his prick. I warned the little cocksucking fairy that when I shot off, he had better swallow. He did too—as much as he could anyway since I cum a lot and globs of fuck slime bubbled from his dick-filled mouth and dripped down onto his naked baby chest.
I withdrew my cock and unloaded the second spurt across his face. He squealed as if it was scalding hot boiling water instead of just cock sauce. I thought I would never stop shooting. This little fag bitch was so fucking hot and just ripe for the plucking. I ordered Jack to come over and shoot off onto Milo’s face.
“I’m sorry, Milo. I’m so, so sorry.”
Jack sobbed while he jerked his prick and splattered his baby making goo all over Milo’s sweet angelic face. I scooped some of Jack’s cum onto my finger and knelt down so I could rub it onto Milo’s asshole. I gently inserted a fuck-coated finger into the boy’s virgin asshole. Both he and Jack almost had kittens, and a fresh river of tears assaulted me. I sat across from the crying duo and explained my intentions very clearly.
“If you two naughty kids do what I tell you to do for a few weeks, I’ll let you go, and no one needs to ever know about this. But if you don’t do exactly as I say, you know what will happen. They sat there naked entirely defeated looking at the floor.
“You know what fucking is, don’t you Milo?”
He chewed his lower lip and nodded his head.
“Well, Milo, you have until Friday afternoon to get fucked by one of the boys in the school.”
“Oh…my…god,” Jack stuttered, mouth agape.
Milo turned very pale and trembled.
“Now listen, Milo, it has to be an eighth-grade boy. He has to fuck you in the media lab after school. I’ll keep it empty all week for you. I want it in there because I want pictures and video as proof. He has to fuck you bare too.”
“Bare?” he was so fucking innocent.
“A condom, he isn’t allowed to wear a condom. Faggots like you have to learn to take chances. So your job, Milo, by Friday is to seduce one of the eighth-grade boys and to get him to dick you. I want him to pop your cherry. Who knows, I may be doing you a favor. Maybe you two kids will fall in love, and then you would stop chasing after your adult teachers like a little whore in heat. So you have until Friday afternoon to get fucked for the first time. We’ll meet here on Friday again to discuss further games. Oh yes, and Jack, I mustn’t forget about you. Your homework is to get me some nice naked pictures of your beautiful son. I want to see his boy-cunt spread for the camera.”
“Kyle…god…you know he’s only seven. I could never do anything like that.”
“Do it, Jack, if you wanna save your ass. Milo, you look terrible. You have drying cum all over your face and dripping from your chin. You better clean up before you go home. You wouldn’t want your mother to know what a boywhore her son is.”
“Do I…do I have to…have to get...to get fucked, sir?”
“Yes, Milo, you have to get fucked. You’re old enough, and it’s high time you started. There are lots of boys out there with full balls, and the only purpose of a boywhore like you on earth is to service those needy studs.”
“But other boys—”
“Other boys are not dirty little fucking cocksucking faggots, Milo. Now be a good little dick ditch. Don’t let us down. You don’t want to see your beloved Mr. Jordan go to prison, do you?”
He shook his head and glanced for the first time in a while at the naked Jack, whose dick had shriveled and was leaking trails of after fuck onto the floor.
“Now, go over and kiss Mr. Jordan goodbye, and then get dressed and go on home.”
The adorable bare-assed, cum-drenched boy rose on shaky legs and staggered over to Jack. He looked a mess. He leaned in to kiss his teacher on the mouth, but I stopped him.
“No, no, you dumb cocksucker. You don’t kiss him on the face. Kiss his dick.”
Jack moaned. Milo looked over at me with a drugged out groggy look in his eyes. He was mentally wasted and in a state of shock.
“Go on, fuck-breath, lean down and kiss Mr. Jordan’s big fat, dick goodbye. It’s only polite. It’s a boywhore’s duty to kiss his man’s dick goodnight. And after that eighth grade boy is nice enough to fuck you for the first time, make sure you thank him and kiss his dick thank you too. Now come on, cocksucker. Get to it.”
Milo leaned down and kissed his teacher’s slime-covered prick head. Fuck stuck to his lips. He lost his balance, fell over onto the floor, and started to cry.
“Jesus, what a fucking pair of losers you two are. Go on, get dressed and get the fuck out of here. Friday. And don’t you dare not complete your assignments.”