Gotta Get a Witness
Signet High School Principal Neil Taylor stood, eye glued to the peephole watching avidly the scene taking place between James Etting and Tommy Carson. He had left his vantage point only once, to obtain a heavy wooden ruler from his desk. Now as he watched the boy's bare bum being spanked by the youthful teacher, he gave himself firm whacks on his own brief-covered backside with the ruler. Happiness poured through his slender frame, shot in greater and greater supply via his butt as the self-inflicted blows landed there, creating heat and joy.
Neil's _c_o_c_k_ stood in firm response still encased in underwear except for the fat mushroom head which had emerged from under the waistband of his briefs. From his peephole, he could see that Tommy's _c_o_c_k_ was similarly elevated and pressing into James Ettings' thigh and if he was not mistaken, there was ALSO something - some thing - poking up in the crotch of Etting's corduroy trousers! What a day!
Now, as he watched James' fingertips grazing in the deep crack of Tommy's buttocks, Neil dropped the ruler altogether and replaced it in his hand with his own stick, reaching into his briefs to stroke it with energy. At that moment he saw Tommy raise his head looking over his shoulder and James looking at his face, the two locked in eye contact.
James pulled his hands off the boy's bottom. He looked alarmed. Tommy pushed himself up, pressing his hands on James' thigh. There he was in full view, in full erection, standing _c_o_c_k_ bobbing inches from the young teacher. The young extremely handsome teacher, Neil observed.
Now what? Would James, on this first outing, succomb to Tommy's charms as readily as had the Assistant Principal, whose gentle oral attentions to Tommy Carson's _c_o_c_k_ began on the occasion of the first barebutt spanking he delivered and had become now a predictable follow-up to the so-called punishment of the lad.
James simply stared at the bobbing _c_o_c_k_. His tongue went across his dry upper lip. Oh, surely he DID feel the hunger, to engulf the throbbing mass of tissue between his lips! And as Neil watched, the teacher's left hand began to rise slowly towards the boy's _c_o_c_k_, moving as if suspended by strings and operated by some gargantuan puppeteer.
But then - as if the strings had been cut, he let his hand drop. He mumbled something to Tommy, something Neil could not quite pick up through the wall. Was it "you can get dressed now?" Well, perhaps it was because now the bare-assed boy stepped back a bit, then turned his back to James and bent to retrieve his briefs which were bunch around his ankles.
Tommy the master seducer held this bent position for much much longer than the act of pulling up his underwear required, his naked ass practically in James' face and didn't the teacher lean forward yet closer? From Neil's angle of vision, the tip of James Etting's nose actually disappeared between the boy's smooth reddened buttocks. Neil's mind leapt at the thought that maybe something even more forbidden and therefore delightful might be about to occur, something in the form of an oral/anal experience! But no, James then leaned back, all the time staring boldly now at the boys bottom which twisted and squirmed a bit. Then the briefs were indeed retrieved as Tommy pulled them snugly over his big round butt. He stood, butt clenched to give James one more memory to work on.
He then turned back toward James, letting him see his _c_o_c_k_ under cotton, still thick and throbbing. Then he bent again, to pull up his jeans. Tommy and James exchanged several low phrases, which could not be even so much as guessed by Neil. With that the boy picked his books up off the desk, spun around and left the office, letting the door shut behind him.
Would that be it? Neil knew from experience he should not consider the scene entirely played out yet. James scooted the office chair up closer to the desk and leaned head in his hands for a moment. Then he pushed away from the desk again and his hands dropped to his trousers. HE BEGAN UNZIPPING THEM!!!
Neil's hand worked furiously on his own blood-engorged _c_o_c_k_, as he watched the young teacher extract a thin but long and decidedly rigid dick from his pants and licking the side of his hand began stroking it. The fat head of his _c_o_c_k_ was swelling so that Neil was able to see the enlargement taking place. This was going to happen very quickly!
James reached with his right hand and grabbed several tissues from the kleenex box - until then associated in his mind with tearful students begging not to be punished or reacting to punishment. It was a matter of only seconds and Neil witnessed the spurting of the young teacher's cum, three, four, five globs of it rising in the air and landing in the tissue he deftly located for the retrieval. Once he was finished, James looked about, locating a waste basket but then his face formed a quizzical expression: would anyone guess if the soiled tissues were retrieved from the now empty basket? They might!
He pulled several more tissues out of the box, and wrapped the moistened ones inside them and placed them in his pants pockets. Then yet another tissues as he realized his sloppy _c_o_c_k_ was still in need of cleaning off. He dabbed at it gently and this kleenex ended up in the basket in spite of his immediately previous thought processes.
Soon he was zipped up and after just a moment more in the chair, he rose and left the office, clicking off the light. Neil enjoyed the parting view of the young man's curvaceous little backside as he exited.
Ahhhhhhh. Time now for his OWN finish, thought Neil as he sank into his cushy office chair.