My hands slide up and down Mr. P's body. Man it feels good, I think to myself, and my hands reach for the button on his pants; the entrance to excitement.
"Oh, Andrew," says Mr. P, moaning.
How did I get here you ask? Let me show you:
*****
It was a normal day at my small school. I arrived, grabbed my books from my locker, and headed to homeroom. Mr. P was walking down the hallway and he waves.
"Hey, Andrew! Don't forget, we're working on our power points today in History." Mr. P was a big-boned, but good-looking man. He had a beard and short hair. Everyday he wore a white button-down dress shirt and a tie. But I wasn't thinking about how good looking he was. I wasn't gay.
"Okay," I respond. "See you then." The rest of the day was normal. English, Math, Science, Literature, Lunch, and finally History.
I quickly walk into the classroom and sit down at my computer. I'm on the far edge of the classroom, around the corner, so I had some privacy to concentrate. I open powerpoint and start my first slide. THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION I type in carefully. I then hear Mr. P walk around the corner and was standing behind me. His privates were hanging above me just a little too close for comfort.
"You know what that title needs?" he asks. "It needs a picture," he says, putting his hand over mine on the mouse and leaning on the table. His arm is now wrapped around me while the other one leans on the table on the other side, so I'm trapped, but I don't need to escape…
Mr. P pulls up Internet Explorer and types in 5 words into the link bar: You will obey Mr. P. He then presses enter and a pop up ad pops up asking: Would you like to try? with the button Yes under it. There is no No and no X in the corner so Mr. P presses yes.
Then, all of a sudden, the computer crashes, and a big spiral appears. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. All I wanted to do was fall into the center.
I shake my head. What was I thinking? I needed to get back to work. But then the spiral distracted me again.
Mr. P begins to whisper in my ear, "Just stare into the spiral…Isn't it beautiful?…It makes you want to stare at it all day…and relax…Relax, Andrew…relax…and obey me…I am your master…"
And I repeat, "You are m-m-my master…"
"You are my gay, sex slave…"
"I am your gay sex slave."
"Now play with my body. This is your first test. I want to masterbate."
"Yes, Master P." I say.
I then sit him down in the chair and untie his tie. I then slowly unbutton his shirt from the top, and after about half way through, I rip off the rest of his shirt. And that brings me to now. My hands slide up and down Mr. P's body. Man it feels good, I think to myself, and my hands reach for the button on his pants; the entrance to excitement.
"Oh, Andrew," says Mr. P, moaning, but he stops me from entering his pants, making me even more excited, but I settle for play with his massive biceps. I then notice his hairy armpits and stick my face into them and lick the sweat. Yummy… My tounge moves to his nipples and eventually down his body following the trail of hair to his pants. Mr. P is feeling so good now, he lets me unbutton his pants and slide them off. Now all he is wearing is his boxer briefs. I play with the bulge in his underwear until a tent bulge is created. THen slowly I slide off his underpants and reveal his marvelous dick.
I first pump it with my hand, but that get's boring. I then kneel on the floor and stick his dick in my mouth and move it in and out.
"Oh…oh my god…Why didn't I think of this sooner?…Oh, Andrew…I'm gonna blow…."
*****
I wave to Mr. P as he walks down the hall, staring at the bulge in his pants. He then bends over and whispers in my ear, "The P stands for penis."
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