Chapter 3

Wednesday, September 1, 2005

Mrs. Bremer was in the locker room again, but this time, she followed Zach out instead of us. When we got to Ms. Lease's class, Hunter leaned in to speak to me.

"It's time I paid you back for yesterday," he said, and then picked me up and placed me on Ms. Lease's desk. I gasped as he took my penis into his mouth. He began deep-throating me as my cries of pleasure filled the classroom. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, and he pulled off me just as the first spasms of semen shot through my dick. He stood up, strands of my cum covering his face and dripping down his neck. Grimacing, he pumped his engorged cock until it exploded onto my chest. Then, he pulled me into a loving embrace and we kissed until the applause of the class brought us back to reality.

Just before class ended, I got called down to Dr. Weems' office. I went to the administration building and knocked on her door.

"Come in," she said. I noticed that Mrs. Bremer was also in the room.

"Am I in trouble for something?" I asked.

"Not at all," Dr. Weems replied, "we just needed to get you out of class."

"We have a plan to catch those bullies. When you leave, I'm going to follow you at a discrete distance holding a tape recorder. Hopefully, they'll be waiting for you, and if they are, then we've got them."

"What if they run away?"

"I've brought Hunter in on the plan, he'll be waiting in the hallway to catch them."

"Awesome!"

Mrs. Bremer nodded, "It's certainly a unique way to deal with bullies. I'll have to mention this in my report to the state; it will definitely assuage some of the legislators' concerns."

I left the office and headed for German class, followed shortly thereafter by Dr. Weems and Mrs. Bremer. Sure enough, they were waiting for me.

"Hey faggot!" the ringleader yelled, "wipe your boyfriends cum off your goddamn fucking chest!" They crowded around me, menacingly.

Their taunting was soon broken up by Dr. Weems brandishing her tape recorder. "That's enough!" she exclaimed. The bullies instantly lost their swagger and turned to run away, only to be met by Hunter standing in the doorway.

"The tape recording should be enough to convince Dr. Martin, but I want both of you boys to stay and corroborate the story." We then followed her to Dr. Martin's office. Dr. Martin interviewed each of them individually, and then called Hunter and me in to give our side of the story.

"They each told a different story, and you boys both agree with the tape recording, so proving their guilt won't be difficult," he said, "still, a case this serious calls for a formal disciplinary hearing, which means I have to call their parents in. I want you boys to stay and tell the parents what you told me. That way maybe they won't fight me so much."

Dr. Weems broke in, "Before the parents get here, you boys should wash the cum off yourselves, it will make you seem less credible."

We went to the bathroom and wiped ourselves off. Then we sat down on the couch outside Dr. Weems' office.

Hunter put his arm around me protectively. "I'm sorry you had to go through with that," he said.

"Thanks for helping me with it," I replied. We kissed and held one another for a few minutes.

Hunter spoke up again: "So I guess your family's looking for a new church."