Home Life
Carrying out the charade that he shared every day of home life, Todd Frank let himself in at the back door, quietly turning his key and letting the door swing open. Once inside - his briefcase hit the kitchen table with a thud and his face flushed finally in the freedom of his own home. _d_a_m_n_ that kid! Not only mooning him in front of the whole class, but actually reaching back with both hands and spreading his butt open so that Todd caught a glimpse of his tight, crinkly little hole! _d_a_m_n_!
And then of course Todd had to stay behind the lab table for about the first 20 minutes of class, once the kids settled down, to hide the immediate reaction of his _c_o_c_k_. If it had been any kid but Tommy Carson - well, Todd at least liked to BELIEVE that it was just Tommy and no other kids who could get under his skin this way. Well - the short, slender man shuddered in his clothes filled once again with the fresh anger and desire the whole ridiculous episode had provoked earlier today. So when was Greg going to get home anyway so he could let off some steam?
He put a cup of water in the microwave, and sat at the cheap kitchen table tapping a pen getting madder and madder and more and more aroused as he thought about it and not just about Tommy Carson but Greg picking today of all days to dawdle getting home. Well, that would just make things THAT MUCH better tonight for Todd!
Finally he heard Greg's car pulling into the drive and heard him, whistling as he came to the front door, and unlocked and opened it. "Honey?" called out the husky male voice as the door swung open. "Where are you?"
"In here, dammit!" Todd replied. No more whistling for Greg Springer. His idea of the evening changed utterly. Of course! Todd was pissed over the mooning. Well, wait until he heard about Tommy's punishment in the locker room right before he had to go get whatever punishment awaited him in the Assistant Principal's office! The picture of the nude boy doing push-ups on the cold concrete and the sound of his _c_o_c_k_ slapping the floor came back to him vividly at the thought.
He followed Todd's voice back into the kitchen. There he sat, glowering at the table. "Where have YOU been?"
Suddenly all plans were changed for the evening. Greg lowered his eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry, sir. I got to talking with Ann Rutherford in the hall and...."
"I don't want to hear it!" Todd snapped. "Get your ass upstairs and get ready for me. I'll be up in a couple of minutes."
His coffee now brewed, Todd sat back down at the table and listened to the hurried sounds of drawers opening, then the shower running. His anger was quickly cooling off! Oh how he LOVED these sessions - and although he rarely even thought it, let alone say it, how he loved Greg for being so agreeable about taking on every frustration of Todd's day in this form that suited both of them.
Finally the shower was off and after a bit of rustling sounds upstairs, silence. Todd drained the coffee cup, and pushed the chair away from the table. He'd managed to get himself fully aroused at the thought of what would wait upstairs on the bed. Ah, these times really kept the two men young and fresh together! It was great!
_c_o_c_k_ pulsing, he took the steps two at a time and strode into the bedroom. There on the bed, "Coach" Greg Springer waited, nude, on hands and knees, legs spread far apart. Next to him on the bed were several implements. A hair brush with a wooden back and handle. A light cane. A "cat-o-nine-tails." A simple ruler.
Peering between the coach's legs, Todd saw that Greg too was excited at the prospect of being the whipping boy, his _c_o_c_k_ pointing stiffly down at the bed, red and thick!
He went to the bureau, opened a drawer and taking out one of the coach's rarely worn ties, headed back to the bed to gag the man he was about to punish for a high school boy's sins today. He tied the gag rather tightly around Greg's head.
Then Todd stood at the side of the bed, and massaged the coach's muscular ass. Oh this was fine! This was so fine! His hand crept down between Greg's spread legs and squeezed his heavy balls tight, then reach further forward and yanked his _c_o_c_k_ back, hard, back towards his feet. Letting go of it and watching it swing for a moment, Todd then stared a moment at the coach's butthole, so openly displayed.
Why hurry this event? Why not let him think about it awhile, his hard dick swinging in fear and anticipation? Returning to the dresser, he rummaged around until he found the largest of three buttplugs and a tube of KY. Yes - he'd leave Greg something to think about while HE went out for a leisurely dinner before their workout!