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Marcus walked down the red-tiled hallway of the empty English wing. Horizontal stripes in matching red ran across each wall, directing the boyโs way to Room 419 of First Hill High.
An orange note sponged-up beads of sweat in Marcusโ left palm. The writing on the note was scratched in a stiff lettering, all capitals. โMARCUS โ PLEASE REPORT TO MY OFFICE (419) 2DAY @ 5PM. MR. STORK. โMarcusโ Timex read 4:58. Ms. Abrams taught seventh-period freshman biology, first class after lunch, and she had slipped the note onto Marcusโ desk just before sheโd started class. As soon as the bell had rung Marcus made a move for her desk, hoping for some answers. Who was Mr. Stork?Was Marcus in trouble?And for Godโs sake, why did they have to wait around until late afternoon?But before Marcus could ask any of these, Ms. Abrams stepped quickly to her left and out the door.
As the day wore on, Marcus found out what little he could. Mr.
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Rupert Stork was Chairman of the English Department. He was an older man, late fifties, and had been teaching advanced senior English electives at Front Hill for as long as any of his colleagues could remember. Only a freshman, Marcus didnโt know many seniors. He couldnโt find anyone whoโd actually had Stork for class, but Rileyโs sister Krista was a junior who said sheโd heard some pretty weird stuff.
โWhat kinda weird stuff?โ Marcus asked Riley. Riley was reporting his conversation with his big sister.
โI donโt know dude. She just looked a little grossed out when she said it, but she didnโt tell me anything specific. Sheโs a loser, man. She doesnโt know shit. โ
Marcus wasnโt sure being a loser made Krista incapable of giving him the scoop on Stork, but Riley obviously hadnโt gotten the information he needed.
The door to Mr. Storkโs office was smothered with newspaper cartoons. A few hundred Dilberts and Garfields stared Marcus in his eye.
He reached out his right hand in a fist: Knock, knock.
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Quick knocks. Businesslike.
Stork answered, guiding the door inward with curious care. He opened the door a foot and peeked around. He had a long face. Sharp jawbones, slender nose, dark hair touched gray. There was a bit of auburn fuzz on his cheeks, and his eyes, behind black glasses that could only belong to an English teacher, were the same reddish-brown.
โYes?โ he said. His voice was raspy but the words were soft.
โUhm, hey, IโmโฆIโm Marcus. โThe boy held the orange note from Ms. Abrams so Stork could see.
โAhhh, MarcusโฆYes, yes, Iโm Rupert. Come on in, Iโm so happy youโve come. โHe opened the door wider.
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Well Iโm only up here because you asked me to be, Marcus thought. And wasnโt it odd that heโd said Rupert, not Mr. Stork?Should be home playing Call of Duty by now. But he only smiled and stepped inside.
The light in Storkโs office was dim enough that Marcusโ eyes had to adjust before he could see. He heard the door click shut behind him as his first full glimpse of the place came clear into focus. It was so dark that it was more a lair than an office. The walls were lined with high bookshelves โ a kind of mini-library. There looked to be more books than a man could read in a lifetime.
โCome. Sit. โStork put a hand on the small of Marcusโ back and led him to the pale orange couch sitting at an odd angle in the middle of the room. A recliner a few feet away looked more comfortable, but Marcus let himself be led to the couch anyway. He was smaller than the teacher, although he was bigger than most kids in his class. He felt tiny in the office, dwarfed by this man and his bookshelves.
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Stork kept his hand on Marcusโ back until the boyโs soft rump sank into the cushion. Then he walked across the room and took his place behind a massive desk carved beautifully of some dark wood.
โSoโฆIโve heard from Mike Howe about your paper,โ Stork said.
Marcus had submitted an English paper to Mr. Howe last week analyzing the relationship between Odysseus and his son Telemachus in Homerโs Odyssey. He was proud of it.
โMike seems to think youโd be better off joining the honors program. โ
Marcus cleared his throat and spoke. โI donโt mean to be a snot, Mr. Stork, but umโฆthe honors kids are a bunch of nerds. โHe was comfortable talking to Stork, probably because the man thought he might be good at something. At least someone did. โIโd rather stay in remedial with my friends. โ
Stork took off his glasses and scratched his nose, smiling. โMarcusโฆIโve read your paper.
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I am not recommending you consider the program. Iโm demanding it. You have real talent, son, real talent. And that talent will not be nurtured in remedial. You need to challenge yourself, and the honors curriculum will mandate that you do just that. โHe held the smile, but the way he said demanding hinted that the smile would disappear if Marcus continued to resist. Disappear quick.
โYou read A Father At Sea?โ
โYes, I did,โ Stork said, eyes softening. โIt was very good, Marcus, very good stuff. I canโt get many of my seniors to write that way. โ
Now Marcus was smiling. The kids in the honors program were a bunch of nerds, but he knew he could write, and he knew remedial English was too easy for him. โMaybe youโre right,โ he said. โMaybe I should switch. โ
Stork was quiet for a few moments, just sitting there with his hands clasped on the desk in front of him, sitting there smiling.
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โWhereโd you get that necklace?โ he asked.
Marcus looked down and saw that his chain had slipped outside his shirt. His gold cross was shining on his chest.
โOhโฆmy uhโฆit was my fatherโs,โ Marcus said quietly.
โOh Marcus, Iโm so sorry,โ Stork whispered back. He knew then.
โYeah, he passed away a few years back. My mom let me have the necklace. To help me remember him and all. โ
โYou look beautiful wearing it,โ Stork said. His voice was different now. Hungry.
โYeah, thanks, Iโฆwaitโฆwhat?โMarcus again. Did this guy just call me beautiful?He looked up at Mr. Stork, sure heโd heard wrong.
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But there was Stork, staring down at him, but not into Marcusโ icy-blue eyes, not anywhere near them.
โWhat kind of jeans are those?โ Stork growled. His eyes were greedy, and they were locked on Marcusโ crotch. The boy saw that only one hand, the left, was on the desk now. The other was somewhere beneath, where Marcus couldnโt see.
โIโฆIโฆโThat was all Marcus could get out. His tongue felt too dry and too big for his mouth.
โRelax, Marcus, relax. Here. โStork opened a drawer of his desk and reached in, rummaging about. He brought out a green bottle with no label, three-quarters filled with a liquid that looked dark brown. Marcus couldnโt be sure of the color. Not through the dark glass, not in the dark office. Stork reached back into the drawer, grabbed something else, then placed two clean drinking glasses on the desk. He filled both and pushed one toward Marcus.
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โLetโs have a drink. Tell me about your paper,โ he said.
Marcus could still hardly find words. โWellโฆI ah, Iโm, umโฆthanks?โ
Stork laughed. โHa, go ahead, boy!Take the drink!โMarcus did. Heโd never had one before. He put the rim of the glass to his full lips and took a gentle sip. Stork watched it all. Marcus forced down the drink, grimacing as he did. โWhiskey,โ Stork whispered, โthe finest. โHe took a large swig of his own, then rested his left hand on the desk while the right disappeared once more. โYou wrote about Odysseus and Telemachus because you miss your father, didnโt you?โ he asked.
Marcus hesitated, taking another sip of his whiskey. This one was bigger. Aw, what the hell, Marcus thought.
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Just admit it. โYes, sir,โ he said, โI miss my father everyday. I miss him terribly. โ
Stork raised his glass and tipped the liquid violently down his throat, all of it. He picked up the bottle, poured himself another, took a more civilized sip and put down the glass. All with the one hand. โIโll bet you do, son. Iโll bet you do. โHe seemed to be breathing a bit heavily now. His eyes were back on Marcusโ crotch.
Marcus sipped his drink again, saw that heโd left only a bit, and gulped it down. He could feel the stuff now. It was hot in his chest and his lips felt numb. Cheeks are prolly rosy-red, he thought, and he smiled. For some reason that seemed funny.
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โYou like it, huh?Help yourself. โStork motioned for Marcus to fill his empty glass. Marcus stood, reached for the bottle, poured. He turned away from the desk and started to take the few steps back to his couch.
โWait,โ Stork said from behind him. He heard Stork take a loud drink. โBend over for me, Marcus. Bend over for Daddy. โ
Marcus stopped in his tracks. He knew heโd heard right. Heโd heard everything right. Stork wanted him to do a bit more than transfer into a more challenging English class. Heโd never done anything like this before, had kissed only one girl his whole life, but Storkโs words made him feel good somehow. Made him feel comforted. His back still to the teacher, the boy gulped his new drink, his largest gulp yet, and bent forward to place the drink on a coffee table next to the couch.
He could hear the denim strain as he thrust his ass cheeks toward Storkโs desk, and that made him smile too. Letting go of the glass, bent over double, he gave his hips a little wiggle.
โUhhghh. โStork groaned from behind. Marcus spun and sat back down on the couch. Now he could clearly see Mr. Storkโs right shoulder flexing, flexing, flexing, and it was pretty obvious that the man was rubbing his cock. And you donโt mind at all, Marcus heard himself think. You like it. He felt his own dick stir in his pants and smiled.
Stork smiled back, a sideways little grin that meant he knew what the boy was thinking. He stood up slowly and walked around the desk and past the couch, reaching out and ruffling Marcusโ short blonde hair as he went. He wore snug grey pants. They bulged where his cock ached for freedom.
Marcus watched as Stork reached for the handle of the office door.
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He thumbed the lock and spun it. โWouldnโt want anyone barging in on us, would we?โ he asked, not really expecting an answer. The tiniest click signaled that the door was locked, even though it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon and the high school was mostly deserted anyway. A few athletic teams were probably practicing in the gym or out on the fields, but Marcus thought he and Mr. Stork were probably alone up in the English wing.
He half-expected Stork to join him on the couch as the man returned, but Stork passed the couch and sat on the front of his desk, facing Marcus, barely an arms-length away. His cock looked about ready to blast through the zipper, and Marcus giggled.
โDo you want to see it, son?โ
Marcus nodded.
Stork reached down and pulled his pale green shirt loose where it had been tucked into his waist. Then, slowly, he undid his belt, then the button. He wriggled a bit so that the zipper wouldnโt pinch, then grabbed the metal tab and slid the zipper all the way down. He looked directly into Marcusโ eyes all the while.
Marcus gasped as Mr. Storkโs cock burst free. The thing had to be almost eight inches long.
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Marcus had seen his fatherโs dick, though not when it was hard, and some of his friendsโ tools in locker rooms and showers, but this was by far the biggest heโd ever seen.
It wasnโt only the length that shocked him. Man thatโs a thick cock, he thought.
โWhat do you think?โ Stork asked. He wore a wide smile.
โItโsโฆitโs amazing,โ Marcus answered. And really, it was. At the base of Storkโs cock was some fine, light brown fuzz, trimmed carefully. Light blue veins ran the length of the shaft, which was so thick Marcus doubted he could wrap a hand around it fully. A pink mushroom head bounced lightly up and down, pointing straight at Marcus.
โCome here, son. Come to Daddy. โ
Marcus stood and noticed that his cock was fully hard. The bulge in his pants was nothing like Storkโs had been, but clearly noticeable. He stepped toward Stork, staring at the manโs dick.
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โGive me your hand,โ Stork whispered. Marcus did. He held his right hand out for the man to grab, and with his strong grip Stork guided the boyโs palm to his throbbing rod.
Storkโs cock was as hard as steel and as Marcus squeezed he felt its pulsing warmth. Stork grabbed his wrist lightly and guided the boyโs hand up and down. He craned his neck down and kissed the soft flesh on the side of Marcusโ neck, then moaned in his ear as the boy stroked his cock. โOh yeah, thatโs it Son, mmm yes, stroke Daddyโs big cock,โ he whispered. Marcus squeezed a little tighter and stroked a bit faster, pulling the skin that sheathed Storkโs prick all the way down toward the base and then sliding his palm back up, forcing the skin to glide over the fat pink head. โOooh fuck yeah, Marcus. โSoon he felt the sticky pre-cum oozing from the tip, and he used it to lube Storkโs thick shaft.
Stork reached down and undid Marcusโ jeans. He let them fall to the floor, then slid the boyโs forest green boxers to his knees. Marcusโ dick popped out, the tip softly bumping Storkโs right thigh.
THWACKKK!Stork spanked Marcusโ round ass and squeezed. He left a pink handprint.
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Marcus wiggled his ass and laughed, and his firm buttcheeks were just thick enough to jiggle. THWACKKK!He got spanked again. Stork was groaning, bucking his hips now, thrusting his cock deep into Marcusโ hand. โYeah, fuck my hand Daddy,โ Marcus said softly. Storkโs dick was fully lubed with his pre-cum, and Marcusโ hand made wet slurping noises as he stroked faster and faster. Stork was hunched over, sucking the boyโs neck and moaning deep in his throat. He took his mouth away from Marcusโ neck for a moment, sucked his right index finger, then reached down and gently pressed its wet tip against Marcusโ tight rosebud asshole.
Marcus started, and Stork gave a short, calming laugh. โEasy son, itโll be nice and easyโฆooo, thatโs it, just keep stroking me, mmm just like that, uh, uhhh. โHe bucked hard into Marcusโ palm on the last two grunts while he slipped the finger up to the first knuckle in Marcusโ ass. โFuck your ass is tight, boy. Work that tail, let me finger-fuck you,โ he said.
Marcus bent his knees just a bit and pushed his ass down on Storkโs finger, forcing the whole thing in. He felt Stork wiggle the digit when it was inside. He squealed.
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God, that sounded just like a pig, he thought, and Stork must have thought so to. โYeah squeal for me like a little piggie,โ Stork said. Marcus beat the manโs dick furiously, and Mr. Stork started to pump his finger in and out of Marcusโ asshole, never letting the tip out completely. The boy gave a high-pitched โEhhโ every time the finger plunged in, testing his holeโs limits.
โStroke me faster, pig, harder,โ Stork growled. He was finger-fucking Marcus harder and harder all the while, Marcus bucking his own hips a bit, meeting Storkโs fist with his ass cheeks. Marcusโ dick was nodding all over, making pit-pat noises when it slapped against Storkโs thigh.
And then Marcus heard a tinny jingle from just outside the door, and his asshole clenched down on Storkโs finger like a flytrap. Someone was in the hallway, someone with keys. Stork didnโt seem to notice. He wriggled his finger loose from Marcusโ hole and brought it to the boyโs mouth. โTaste your slimy little hole, bitch,โ he said, and Marcus let him slide the finger between his lips. It had a dirty taste, but not necessarily a bad one, Marcus thought. Good enough, in fact, that he wanted more.
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But first, what about the stranger outside?
He let go of Storkโs cock, and the man spanked him right away. This one hurt. It was much harder than the first two, and the jingle outside stopped abruptly. The stranger must have heard. โDonโt you stop rubbing Daddyโs cock until he tells you, pig,โ Stork said.
โDidnโt you hear that?โ Marcus asked. โThereโs someone outside the door!โ
โOh?โ Stork said, and smiled. Marcus expected serious alarm, but really, the man didnโt look all that surprised. โI have a confession to make, Marcus,โ Stork told him as he lifted the boyโs t-shirt over his shoulders. The shirt was off now, and Stork pinched the boyโs nipples. He looked Marcus in the eye. โI told Rick you might be paying me a visit this afternoon,โ he said. โRick Davis. โ
Marcus pictured the โR. Davisโ heโd noticed sewn in white embroidery onto the front pocket of the school janitorโs maroon workshirt.
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Rick Davis was a hulk of a black man, so dark the whites of his eyes seemed fluorescent and his skin was an inky midnight-blue.
Stork smiled wide. โI donโt think heโll mind whatโs going on in here,โ he said. โI donโt think heโll mind one bit. โMarcusโ eyes widened as it dawned on him what Mr. Stork might have in mind. โLetโs not be rude, son. Shall we let him in?โ
Marcus looked down at Storkโs thick cock, grabbed it again, gave it a few soft strokes. The pink head was darker now, almost red.
โMmm, Iโll take that as a yes,โ Stork giggled. โCome on in, Rick!โ he called. โMy boyโs ready for you. โ
Marcus heard the keys jingle again, this time inside the lock.
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