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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 18 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** Sam Jordan's mishaps continue as he visits the headmaster *** Young Sam Jordan was not only abused and battered, but confused. No one seemed to care about stopping the sexual molestations happening at the school. Everywhere he turned he encountered more perversion. "Spread your legs Sam and let me see your cock and balls..." The headmaster ordered a second time. Why... why should Sam Jordan allow his headmaster to see his private parts. What right did he have to look at Sam's penis and scrotum? Sam couldn't fight it though. He had already Been gang fucked and he was emotionally a total wreck. He sat there in the Chair in his shirt with his pants and underpants down around his ankles and Spread his legs. The Headmaster reached down and grabbed Tam's flaccid dick. "Well this explains a lot young man. Your cock is so underdeveloped, no wonder you are a faggot. You could never fuck a girl with a pencil prick like that. No wonder you make up stories about the older boys in the school. You are jealous of their manhood. You are jealous of their big dicks." "Sir, that's not true. I'm as big as the other freshmen boys... and..." The Headmaster squeezed the boy's prick and balls until he stiffened in the chair and held his breath. "Oh so you have been looking at the dicks of the other freshmen boys, huh? Like to hang around the locker room do you so you can watch the boys walk out of the showers with their big dicks swinging. Sam Jordan, you are a fucking filthy pervert. And no doubt you seduced those seniors. It's not difficult. Those boys walk around here all day with swollen balls just needing a dump and no girls to satisfy them. I feel sorry for them And along comes a cock-hungry little faggot like you and you make a play for them. No wonder they give in to sin." "Sir, I swear to God it's not like that..." The Headmaster pulled back his hand and slapped Sam hard in the nut sack. "Don't you dare use the Lord's name when we are talking about perverted fuck matters. You filthy little dick dump! Go on, make your dick hard for me. Show me what you've got. Or doesn't it even get hard? It's really more of a clit than a cock isn't it? You're a little Clit Boy, aren't you? You heard me, pump that prick...let me see it hard." Crying heavily now, Sam began to yank at his flaccid dick. He was so scared and so confused, it didn't want to erect. The Headmaster derided him and made fun of him. "Can't even get it hard, can you? What a fucking Twat. Maybe we ought to make you do this in front of the whole Freshman Class, show them how you can't even get a boner. Or maybe you need something up your pussy to get you hard. Is that it? Do you need some cuntal insertion in order to get turned on?" It was so fucking perverse. Teenage boy Sam Jordan sat there in the Headmaster's office with his pants and underpants around his ankles, legs spread, pumping his teen dick, trying to get a hard on to prove to the Headmaster that he was normal. He tugged and yanked on his prick harder than he ever had...it got a bit thicker. He chewed his lower lip and squeezed his teary eyes shut and tried to think of girls while he pulled on his fuckmeat. Maybe he was queer. He thought of Brian Sheridan and for some fucking reason, his dick started to get hard. Oh Jesus...he didn't want to be queer. He didn't want to be a fucking faggot. His ass hurt so badly from the fuckings he had endured and more cum leaked out of his hole and puddled on the chair seat beneath him. "It's hard sir, it's hard..." he said, trying to end this nightmare. He spread his legs to show his stiff prick to the Headmaster. "Oh wait, I'll get my magnifying glass so I can see it!" The Headmaster laughed. "You think you can fuck a girl with that? Any girl in this town would laugh you right out of her bed. I didn't tell you to stop jerking. Beat that meat boy, prove to me you're a man. I wanna see you shoot a fuckload." "OOOOHHHHHHHH!!" Sam groaned, pumping his hard prick and crying and trying to protest that his dick wasn't that small, but unable to get the words out. He knew Brian and the guys all had much bigger pricks, but they were seniors, and they really stretched his asshole with their big fucking sausages and hurt his jaw with their slabs of teen fuckmeat. "Come on you fucking slut, beat that wiener. Show me you can at least cum. Or are you too much of a wuss to make any baby batter? PUMP PRICK BOY, PUMP PRICK! DO IT NOW!!" Sam Jordan spread his legs wider and pumped prick for his Headmaster. Suddenly he jerked in the seat like an electric charge was shooting through him. He groaned and grunted and fuck splat shot from his pisshole and covered his stomach...two, three, four spurts of dicksnot. Sam's tits rose and fell as his chest heaved with the exertion of a teen boy orgasm. His nipples grew to small sensitive points. His tummy fluttered and the cum ran down into his belly button and clotted in his cock hair. His fat balls sagged and grew loose, resting on the chair. His dick became rubbery and leaked after spooge. He sat there totally defeated. "You are a fucking Faggot Sam Jordan, and I have a good mind to not only expel you, but to tell your family that you seduced boys in the school. Now you get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I'll keep these photos of the Coach and check on the matter, but I am fairly certain these are doctored pictures, perhaps created by your perverted dirty fucked up cuntmind." The Headmaster turned away. He would have loved to fuck and torture the boy, but he knew he had to deal with the Coach's problem first. If Brian Sheridan and the other boys knew about the photos of Joey and the Coach, something had to be done and quickly. Joey, hardly able to move, his young body wracked with pain, and his only pal Mike huddled in a corner near the top of the third floor stairwell. "Now when the Coach come jogging by, we run out and throw him over the railing." Both boys wore black masks and black gloves. They didn't want to leave fingerprints. They heard a thumping on the stairs and then saw the head of the coach, and then his body dressed in a skimpy pair of running shorts. His hard lean body glistening with sweat rippled with the dim hallway lights and seemed to undulate and twist like the torso of an animal on the hunt. "Now!" Joey whispered as the Coach jogged passed the boys. They rushed out and grabbed the unsuspecting man and shoved him toward the banister, where he would fall three floors to his death! Continued in part 19... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26