Hot Bubble Butt

by Nathan <Nathan9001@yahoo.com>

Hot Bubble Butt

The boy was eighteen, barely eighteen, but he had the look and the body of a fifteen year old. He was barely into his senior year in high school, and he was the classic late bloomer. Perhaps that was why he was always into so much mischief. Perhaps he had to prove himself, or something like that. At any rate, he was a pompous ass as far as I was concerned. Still, he was cute as hell, the way most boys are at that age. He had deep brown eyes, with long lashes, and a wisp of a mustache, if you want to call it that, trying to sprout its way across his upper lip. The fuzz was missing from his cheeks though, and his cheeks were blushed red the way they sometimes are on kids that age when they have recently felt a razor and it's been a new experience for them.

He had a black t-shirt on, with the Quicksilver Logo that the boys in our school all find cool. His worn t-shirt was too small, so his adolescent body was showing off his muscles through the material, and it occurred to me that it might have been intentional. Of course, at his age boys go through their clothes so fast it was hard to say for sure. His shirt was barely touching his pants, which were the cargo pants that are oh-so-popular. The boys in the school like the pockets I guess, and the girls seem to go for them better than the Levis we used to wear. His pants were hanging low enough as he stood there in front of my desk that I could see the waistband of his boxers plain as day. That of course was certainly intentional, because for the teenagers today their underwear is as important as their pants. I don't think there is a boy alive today that would be caught dead in white jockeys like we used to wear. I'm even surprised they still sell them.

His boxer shorts were one off the off brands, probably purchased at Wallmart, as best I could guess. The black band was thick though, which is the style these days, and it was obvious he was trying hard to fit in with the in crowd, as much as an adolescent teenager with a limited budget can fit into anything. Being a teenager is such an awkward time!

Tommy Janson was smart, but a little too high-spirited as far as I was concerned. He was certainly always getting into trouble and I was getting tired of dealing with him. This time he had slapped a girl that got pissed at him, and then exploded at a teacher that called him down for it. The boy had a temper, and he let it get away from him. Of course, it was his temper that had got him sent to the office, to have his bottom paddled, and it was my job to do it. Of course, that was the one part of my job I really enjoyed. I love swinging a board into a teenager's bottom, and its even fun to watch how it changes their outlook on things. Some deserve it more than others, and so I adjust the swing as necessary to make my point and teach the lesson that needs to be taught. As far as I was concerned, this boy deserved the board, that much was for sure, although from my earlier experiences with him it didn't seem to phase him much.

Now, every kid that deserves to get spanked usually has some excuse that some bleeding heart liberal might be inclined to show sympathy for. This kid was no exception, and I even sympathized to a degree with him. His father had died early and life since had been tough for him. I liked the boy, and I had known his father, and I was even trying in my own way to mentor him and to keep him moving in the right direction. But my sympathies didn't go so far as to spare his bottom from the paddle. There was no way that slapping girls and telling off his teachers could go unpunished, and so once again he was here, in my office, and it was my job to use the paddle to teach the lesson and hopefully to get him to change his future behavior.

We are a small private school, and most of our students come from wealthy families. Tommy was an exception to that rule, but the school had made an exception after the boy's father had died. He was the classic troublemaker, and if it wasnt something then it was something else. But the paddle just wasnt doing it. I had smacked his bubble butt five times in seven weeks, and it just wasnt making much of an impression, and so as I looked at him standing before me I just wasnt sure exactly how to proceed.

That might seem strange coming from the principal of his high school, but usually when I paddle the boys they get the message and I don't see them again. This kid was different, and while I really enjoy pulling the paddle out and teaching a boy a lesson, it's something I try to do with a purpose and I try to make an impression when I do it, so its frustrating when I don't get through to them. Still, sometimes it feels oh-so-good to really smack a boy's teenage ass, and when I have them bent over my desk and they have their round bubble butts stuck up and out and begging for it I find it exciting if nothing else.

Right now the big oak paddle was resting on my desk, and he was looking at it, studying the holes and perhaps even trying to calculate the burn he thought he knew was coming. I let him look at it, and I waited until I saw his Adam's apple move and the boy swallow with the nervous anticipation of what was to follow.

Then, I spoke to him: "Tommy, back so soon? I'm getting tired of popping your bottom young man, and I'd think you'd be tired of getting it popped. This paddle doesnt make much of an impression on you, and you apparently aren't impressed by it since you keep coming back for more. Most seniors manage to avoid it, but for some reason you aren't one of them."

He stared at me, and he jerked his head back to throw his hair out of his eyes. He definitely wasn't thrilled to be where he was, but he was standing tall and if he was afraid he wasn't showing it. He finally looked back down then, back to the paddle and to the holes. He shrugged his shoulders. Then he mumbled: "Wellll, I..I don't like it Mr. Gentry. But I'm not going to cry over it either." He smiled then, a sly smile that hid his fear, and then in a _c_o_c_k_y sort of way he said: "Ah....er, do...do you want me to bend over the desk now and take my licks?" His mouth was a line, not really a smile and not really a grin. But it was a _c_o_c_k_y expression, almost daring me to smack his bottom. It pissed me off.

_d_a_m_n_. He was once pain-in-the-ass teenager, and he certainly had no fear of the paddle. I normally gave boys his age three or four swats, hard, right across the seat of their pants and like I said I always tried to hit them hard enough to really make it burn. On a few occasions I gave them six. I had planned to give him six, but hell, as I was staring at him and dealing with his attitude it just didn't seem the answer. I had used the paddle on his ass just a week ago, and his behavior wasnt phased in the least. He had received three swats then. The kid stood there smirking at me, not so obvious as to be laughing, but there non-the-less, and I knew that something more would be required if I was going to make an impression.

I stared at him, the crotch of his pants all bulged out the way it is on a growing teen, whose pants are turning to high-waters. His big package was obviously tucked in there and hanging, filling up his teen-boy pants that were at least a size too small. As much as I wanted to, I didn't stare at the front of his pants, but even so you could see the outline of his _c_o_c_k_ and balls and there wasnt much doubt he was well into manhood. His _c_o_c_k_ was tucked in, hanging down and outlined in the material, and as I glanced to it my mind started to think about the boy and his teenage dick.

I figured he was probably jacking off pretty regularly by now, yeah, probably he was doing it every night for sure. As I had that thought, slowly I got an idea that I knew was wrong as hell but even so as I stared at him and felt the stirring in my own trousers I knew it was something I could not dismiss. Besides, I rationalized at the time, he needed to learn a lesson and who better than I to teach it to him?

I got up off my chair and walked around, until I was behind him. I closed my door, which was not unusual when a boy is about to have his backside burned. Then, I turned the lock, which was unusual, but I needed to make _d_a_m_n_ sure we would be alone for the next few minutes. He had turned, to watch me, but when I walked back up to him he looked across the room and away from me. I walked right up behind him then, until I was right against him, so close we were almost touching. Then I put my left hand on the back of his neck, and held him, and his mouth dropped open in surprise as he felt me holding him there. I felt his pulse pick up, and then I leaned over until my lips were right next to his ear. I whispered this to him:

"You think you are so smart Janson. Yeah...so _f_u_c_k_ing smart. I'm sick of you, and your antics. If your father was alive he would be furious over your behavior. Yeah, he'd be ashamed of you. You want to get expelled? You want me to kick your ass right out of this school? I wonder how that will go over with your mom. Yeah, how will she take it when I call her and tell her that you can't cut the program and I'm sending you home?"

He swallowed, and stared. Straight ahead, not moving. For a second I thought I might be getting through to him, but then he said: "I don't really care. Do what you want. My mom just sends me to this school to get me out of her life, and she doesnt care _s_h_i_t_ about me. But if you want the money she pays for me to be here, then you had better just give me the licks and get them over with."

My eyes narrowed until I was squinting. He needed to have his attitude adjusted, that much was totally apparent, although the kids understanding of the situation was probably accurate as hell. I squeezed his neck even harder, and then I shoved him forward, walked him forward really until he was right up to the edge of my desk. I tweaked his ear with my right hand then, never letting go of his neck with my left. Then, letting go of his ear, I laid my right hand on his ass, feeling it, running it up and down over the round bubble butt of the boy, feeling every curve. That caught him totally by surprise. He was staring straight ahead, his heart pounding as I was doing that, and his entire bottom stiffened. The boy didn't say a word. I felt between his thighs...from behind....just up and down between his legs, allowing the edge of my hand to brush upward into his package before bringing it back down the other leg.

The boy swallowed...stared, swallowed again, and his breathing picked up with his fear. I moved closer, until I was almost touching him with my body, standing behind him as I held his neck with my left hand. I reached around with my right, and ran it down his flat stomach and then up along his belt. I felt the gap there, under his shirt, and the waistband of his shorts rising up out of his pants. He didn't say anything. I reached up under his short t-shirt, to the area just above his belt, and allowed my fingers and thumb to explore the skin there, searching for hair that might be growing up from his groin towards his naval.

I whispered: "You think you are so hot...a girl magnet I bet. Yeah....so _d_a_m_n_ hot. You dont listen in class, you don't do your homework, and you _f_u_c_k_ up constantly. Why don't you try harder Tommy? School shouldn't be that hard, not for a smart kid like you."

As I asked him the question I ran my hand up across his flat stomach, feeling the smooth skin there. For a teenager he was well into puberty, but he had a long way to go before he would have the body of a man. Feeling above the waistband of his boxer shorts it was clear there wasnt any hair, none, and his skin felt as soft as a new baby's bottom. As I was feeling him he swallowed, and then his lip quivered before he spoke.

"Ahhhh, Mr...Mr Gentry... what are you... what are you doing? Are you going to paddle me now?"

I put my lips almost to his ear, and let him listen to my breathing. Then I whispered: "Oh yes Tommy, I'm going to paddle you. I'm going to burn that pompous ass of yours with the paddle. You can count on that mister. You know you deserve it, and want it, and need it even. I'm going to paddle you all right, but this time, I'm gong to make sure its a spanking that you never ever forget. And to make it especially memorable young man, I'm going to paddle you without your PANTS."

As I said that last word, I let it linger, and then I moved my fingers to his belt and undid it, opening it up with a quick single pull. His heart started to pound, really hard, and that's when I popped the front snap of his cargo pants, which opened up then and started to slide down on their own. The boy reached down and grabbed his pants, to hold them up, the shock of what was happening so great he had no idea what to do.

I said: "Let go of your pants Tommy. They are coming down, all the way down, and when you feel the paddle this time you arent going to forget it. Let them go, now, or I'll double the swats and burn your ass right off of you."

That got to him. That was math he could understand. He was suddenly much more contrite, but scared to in a new way, and the very prospect of being exposed, much less paddled that way just horrified him. "Please sir...PLEASE! Not...not with my pants down! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

I moved my right hand up...under his shirt, all the way to his right nipple. As I did that, I put my tongue almost in his ear, and then, just as I tweaked his nipple and slowly began to run my finger around and around his nipple in a circle, I whispered: "Drop the pants Tommy....let them go. You and I need to come to an understanding."

I felt his nipple perk up, the muscles there drawing inward until his nipple was firm and pointed under my fingers. He gasp, but let his pants go, and as they fell downward, below his knees, I noticed the front of his boxers seemed to tent outward very slightly.

"Underpants too Tommy.....your underpants haven't misbehaved. It's your bottom that needs the spanking, not your underpants, so get them down and lets get your bottom ready for the paddle that is laying on the table and waiting for you."

I could see his _c_o_c_k_ was pushing out on the front of his pants, and his face flushed red, bright red with the thought of exposing himself. He was aware his dick had started to stiffen of course, and I'm sure he was scared _s_h_i_t_less I might notice it. So, expectedly, he shook his head, and stared, straight ahead, shaking. It was too much for him. I tweaked his nipple again, and his eyes opened more and his mouth opened slightly. Then I slid my right hand downward, and reached out with my left, until I had the edges of his underpants.

He looked down, at my hands on the waistband of his shorts. He gasped, and his voice cracked, and then he swallowed. "Sir...oh...OH PLEASE....Don't pull them down!"

I pushed my mouth right to his ear, so my lips were touching him there. At the same time, very slowly, I just pulled them down, very very slowly, and as I did I said: "Yes....it's time Tommy. It's time. Feel your underpants....they're mine now. Yeah....your boxers are MINE. Feel the air on your round little bottom, and know its time, time to feel the burn and to understand the errors of your ways."

Just as I said that, I pulled his pants down far enough that they were caught, temporarily, on his stiffing rod. I pulled them down a little more, and his teenage _c_o_c_k_ popped out of his pants. The boy gasped, loudly, and as his _c_o_c_k_ popped out he looked down and said "Oh..OH GOD."

The boy was semi-hard, his _c_o_c_k_ sticking outward and thickening up somewhat almost immediately. He was sweating, and staring, not knowing what, if anything, he was supposed to be doing. I knew he probably had never been naked in front of someone before, and it was getting to him. Even in gym now they change in stalls, and the gang showers of my own youth are all just a memory. He was shy as hell, and scared too, and yet the excitement of the moment was filling his penis.

I slid his underpants all the way down, until they too were bunched up by his ankles. He was staring, and his _c_o_c_k_ seemed to bounce with his heartbeat as it stiffened even more.

His teenage pole was about five inches long, and had the thinness of a boy his age. It was growing though, into a man's dick, and soon enough it would be a pole to be proud of. I liked the little tuft of hair above it. His _c_o_c_k_ wasn't circumcised, which is getting more and more common these days. The boy's foreskin had partially retracted back off the tip of it, and I had a good view of the end of it, all slick and red and oh-so-round. I leaned over, and then to totally embarrass him I said: "Tommy....that's quite the dick you have. It sure seems eager---do you like being naked in front of me?"

He shook his head, side to side, and then he said: "Oh...OH....I'm sorry....this...this is really humiliating."

I smiled. Then I said: "It is? Well, if you think this is humiliating Tommy, then why do you keep coming here? Your dick sure is getting stiff." I let some time go by, as his dick really started to stiffen up as attention was called to it. They say a teenager's dick has a mind of its own, and that seemed to be the case as I watched his grow. Finally, when it had risen upward and was sticking out at about a 45 degree angle from his body, I saw the boy's face go crimson as he watched it happen. That's when I said: "You've got an eager dick Tommy, very eager. Tell me, how many times a day do you jack it off?"

He gasped with the question, and his face flashed red, bright red, the humiliation of my question almost too much to bear. He had not expected that of course, and he had no idea how to answer me, but I noticed his _c_o_c_k_ bounced to his heartbeat. I could almost seem him thinking, as he contemplated his answer and thought of all of the times he masturbated.

"WELL, I'm waiting? Give me an answer Mr. Stiffy."

His face flushed crimson. Then he said...I....I do it a couple of times.....a couple of times...per day I guess."

I laughed...loudly, and the boy's face turned an even brighter red.

I pushed him forward then, by the nape of his neck, and as I bent him over my desk his hands flew out to catch himself. Then I said "I had better not have to paddle you again Tommy. I had better not. Because next time you get paddled you'll get to demonstrate your jerking technique, you got that boner boy? So unless you want to pump your meat and put on a show for me I'd suggest you behave yourself in the future. Do you understand me?"

His eyes were so wide then, the thought of being forced to masturbate himself scaring him to the core. Of course, he had no idea if I was serious, but it was quite apparent from his look that he sure didn't want to find out.

"What do you think Tommy? Is it embarrassing to get paddled without your pants?"

He nodded. His face was so red. All the _s_e_x_ talk had got him as hard as a steel rod, and he stood there then with his dick pointed almost straight up, the way it does on a young man.

I wanted to make sure he stayed embarrassed. Then I said: "So....why are you hard Tommy? You must like getting spanked?"

He shook his head, and said "No...oh...NO SIR!" He was shaking, but he stood there, all naked below the waist, lying there with his pants and underwear all balled up around his ankles and with his teenage dick rising up and stiff from his little tuft of hair. I leaned over until I was really close to him, really close. The kid was eighteen, technically a man, and while he didn't look like a man he was, at least in the laws eyes. I was staring at the young man's woody, looking at how perfectly shaped it was and how stiff and hard and eager it jutted out from his hot little bod. I made a decision, and then I started to whisper to him.

"So.....what do you think your friends would think if they could see you NOW?"

As I said the word NOW I slid my fist around his _c_o_c_k_.

He went super hard, instantly, his teenage boner so stiff then it can't really be described. God he was hard and oh-so-eager. He was shaking, but his _c_o_c_k_ grew thicker, and he looked down then at my fist on his pole and when he saw it there he gasped even louder. I said to him: "Yeah....feels strange doesnt it? Having your _c_o_c_k_ held.....me in control of it instead of you. If you behaved yourself you wouldn't be in this position. Do you like having a guy's hand holding your dick?"

His lip quivered, and he said: "I...ah....I've never had anyone touch me there."

I whispered: "Maybe you don't like it....maybe. But your DICK SURE LIKES IT, doesnt it boy?"

As I said that I pumped him, sliding his skin over his pole, watching the end of his dick popping in and out of his foreskin. I pumped him like a piston, and he stood and stared, not knowing what to do or what to say. I was tempted to pump him until he squirted, but I knew I was way out of line and I stopped myself before things went that far.

He gasped as I held his dick, and his eyes stared straight ahead, the look of shock on his face something I knew I would savor latter. He was oh-so-innocent. Finally, I gave his _c_o_c_k_ a good squeeze, and then let it go. He grunted, gasped really, and his rock hard dick was like a piece of steel after that. The end of his pole was oozing precum, and the entire end of his dick was flared, big and purple, its single eye weeping.

I pushed him forward, hard, with the hand that was still holding the back of his neck, until he fell forward, across the top surface of my desk. He grunted, and as he went down I noticed his dick came to a perfect rest right on the surface of my desk, still pointing upward, towards his chest. He was sticking straight up as he bent over, so when he was flat on his stomach, his dick was resting on my desk, his ass exposed and oh-so-vulnerable.

Then I said to him: "Perch that naked ass of yours up, high in the air! That's it, get your ass up and ready. You're keeping the paddle waiting, and right now its anxious to teach your naked bottom a lesson you will never forget."

He said nothing then.....but he was sweating, and there was no doubt that most of his former attitude had totally disappeared. The boy did as I told him to do, perching his perfect little round bottom straight up, high in the air. I reached down an pulled his cheeks apart, for a brief second, because I wanted to look and to see his hole. I noticed that he had started to grow a few hairs around it, but his bud was pink and cute as hell. Just looking at him made me stiff, the boy's growing adolescent body just perfect. In a very real way he was eye candy and I feasted on the view.

I picked up the big paddle then, and made a few practice swings. It swished through the air, the holes making a sound as I moved it, and the boy started to shake a little then as he heard it. His feet were flat on the floor, still together, connected that way by his underwear and pants that were all bunched up at his ankles. His round bubble but was perched up oh so nice, the white skin smooth and unblemished and oh-so-perfect.

I laid the big paddle up against the boy's butt, and as it connected there he gasped. He wasn't _c_o_c_k_y anymore, and I saw him grit his teeth in anticipation of the burn to come. I didn't see any point in making him wait for it any longer. I jerked the big paddle back then, high, very high, and then brought it down so hard and so fast that it was a blur in the air.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the boy grunted, and his eyes flew wide open, his mouth open with them, the shock of the burn far greater than anything he had ever felt in his life. His hands flew back to his ass, just flew back there, and he literally fell into my desk as that paddle turned his ass flame red. The impact spot of the paddle was outlined perfectly, the bright red spot cherry, almost as if it was painted. I leaned down to him then, and then I started to speak to him again.

"Move your hands from your ass mister. If you put them back there again then I'm not going to count the swat. You got that? We can be here all day if you play a game with me. If you think your bottom is cooking now, your dead wrong. But pretty soon it will be, and unless you like having your ass on fire I'd suggest you remember the feeling and don't end up back here."

As I said that, I tapped the board on his hands, and he moved them back in front of him.

"Reach out and grip the desk, and don't let go."

He reached out, stretching his arms over his head then, until he grabbed the other side of my desk. God his ass was red!

I noticed he was sweating his t-shirt under his armpits, and his T rode up his back as he reached out with his arms. His bottom was oh-so-cute, waiting for me, and for the paddle. I didnt let it wait any longer. I brought the paddle into motion again, then, high, way high, and then I brought it down even faster than before.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he yelled.

"OH...OH STOP...............OH PLEASE............................OH......"

I didn't give him a chance to rest, but instead brought the paddle right back up, high, and then down again fast and hard, cupping it right into the bottom of his twin orbs, so that his sweet "sit spot" went crimson and he yelled out with the pain.

The fire in his bottom went straight to his brain, and after that the boy started bucking his hips, trying to put his ass in motion to somehow alleviate the burn he was feeling. He was gasping then, shocked really, his entire bottom now burning like nothing he had every felt before. I knew I was getting to him, knew that without any question, and as I watched his ass moving up and down as he attempted to dodge the feeling, it almost looked like he was humping my desk.

It was a hell of a view. I stared at his red teenage bottom, and the way the muscles in his hips drove him forward, and I could envision his _c_o_c_k_ being thrust in and out of some hot young pussy. Of course, that would come later, in a year or two perhaps, but for right now he was _f_u_c_k_ing my desk instead and feeling the paddle painting his bottom. Still, for me, watching him raise his ass up and down, it was a hell of a view and I sucked it in and relished every minute of it.

One more time I lifted the paddle, high, and smacked it down as fast as I could. I burned it into his ass, and he literally yelped with the impact.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

He started begging me like a ten year old after that, just crying it out as the snot ran out of his nose. He was oh-so-cute, and oh-so-hot, and I couldn't take my eyes off of his cute flame-red ass as the boy sucked in his snot and bawled like a baby.

I popped his ass three more times, timing each swat to strike his bottom as he raised it upward with each humping motion. I wanted it really red, and I wanted it on fire.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

That got to him, and he was just pouring out the tears then. I laughed, the sight of his bright red ass moving up and down like a piston. It was a view I would never forget. I put my hand down on his bottom then, feeling the boy hump my desk while the heat from his ass was literally radiating off of it. I rubbed his rounded orbs of flesh, which were oh-so-red and oh-so-hot. As I did that, the youth seemed to move it even faster, almost as if by doing so he could cool it off. I stared, and savored the moment, as he continued to thrust his round little bottom up and down, up and down, faster and faster and faster, his ass so hot and so red and he so desperate.

My middle finger found his hole.....I don't really know why, but it just slid in there between his bright red cheeks and lingered over the entrance while he humped the air with his ass. I toyed with the hairs, and worked my finger around the edge of his hole as I watched the boy.

"You've got a hot ass Tommy......very hot. And bright red too! How does it feel? Do you think it's hot enough, or do you want a few more swats to get the message through to you?"

As I asked him that question I pushed in my finger....just slid it inside of him, as deep as I could until it touched his prostate. As I did that he gasped really loudly, and then he shuddered, and right after that I felt his muscles in his ass gripping my finger in rhythmic contractions. I slid my finger in and out, deep, massaging the teenager's prostate as I savored the feeling of his tight, virgin hole, which was in the midst of pulsating in the primal convulsions of the boy's very intense orgasm. After a minute or so the spasms I was feeling in his ass died away, and as they did I pulled my finger out with a pop. He really started crying then, the tears flooding out, and he started just bawling like a two year old, totally broken.

He lay on my desk still, and spent, totally defeated and totally humiliated.

I had finally got through to him.

I jerked him up, off of the desk.

Under the boy, where he had been laying, were five lines of jism, squirted out and smeared over the top of my desk. His black Quicksilver shirt was also streaked with the white lines of his cream, and his _c_o_c_k_ was sticking up and out, a string of jism hanging from the tip of it. He just stood there then, by my desk, stood there bawling and the tears flooding out. He looked down, where I was staring, and saw his spunk squirted out on my desk, and when he did his face flushed crimson and after that it matched the color of his ass.

"Nice wad Tommy. Very nice. I guess you like getting your ass blistered."

His face went even redder, as bright red as a cherry tomato. He was totally embarrassed.

Then, I raised my voice and said "PULL YOUR PANTS UP, AND GET OUT OF HERE. AND DON'T LET ME SEE YOU IN HERE AGAIN--EVER!!! IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME, YOU'LL BE JACKING THAT TEENAGE _c_o_c_k_ OF YOURS WHILE I PADDLE YOUR ASS RIGHT OFF OF YOU!"

I've never seen a teenager move so fast as he did after that. He sucked in his snot, and grabbed his underwear and cargo pants and jerked them up high, in one single swift, desperate motion. I watched the boy stuff his stiff dick down into his cargo pants and then snap them closed, his prick still stiff and dripping as he shoved it into his pants. I almost had to laugh. He almost ran out of my room then, and after he had gone I stared at his big load of cream and savored the view. I reached out to it, and slid my finger through his load of boy spunk which he had shot across my desk. I couldn't help myself, and so I tasted the boy's load of teenage jism, and his cream was oh-so-sweet. Yes, it was oh-so-sweet indeed.