HIS69-493 New Teacher’s Game

Excerpt

Carl nodded, spit into his hand, grabbed the kid by the poker and led the all too willing boy into the equipment room. Carl laughed to himself. The only piece of equipment he wanted right now he had in tow.

Rich lay himself on the beige tile floor, a prisoner of his own needs. In fact, he spread-eagled himself. Legs wide apart, palms and fingers nearly covering a twelve inch tile. He closed his eyes again, the thin eyebrows across his face in one continuous line. His face took on the appearance of a deep sleeper.

As Carl looked down at the boy’s meat, he could see that it had softened considerably. Would he be denied the juices that those globes so obviously contained? His knees clunked as they hit the floor squarely between the splayed legs.

A warm hand cupped Rich’s balls. He felt them being flipped completely out of his pants. Some of the spit dried chilling his steaming marbles. A raspy tongue turned them on again. First the left one got the treatment. Hot mouth. Little teeth scrapings. Finally a complete surrounding by a searing tongue and mouth.

His own hands lay still. There was no need to call them into use again. Rich focused in on the talented tongue on Iris bag. The skin crawled up to keep pace with the reviving cock-shaft.  Soon his nuts were tight against his ass-crack.