Sex on a Stic -

My name is Luke, I'm a high school senior in the back of now where -- while technically not true it sure seems like it. When people look at me, they see this dumb jock -- 6'1" tall, sandy blonde to brown hair, broad muscular shoulders, biceps, and triceps for days, broad chest, narrow waist with the nicest cum gutters, nice round hard ass a great cock which if you look you can see it down my right pant leg and legs built for speed.

What you don't see is that I will be the valedictorian of our 150 people graduating class (see Podunk Ville -- a small town well outside a large metropolis) taking all AP or college courses for the last two years. I will graduate high school with an associate degree from the local community college and I like sex. I know, doesn't everyone but for me, I don't care if it is with a male or female or both at the same time, I like to get my dick wet, have a great time, and make sure my partners blow hard and long.

I'm sitting in my last class, 15 minutes before the end of the period when I can get out and head to soccer practice, bored out of my mind, already done with the homework that was assigned and getting in trouble for talking as the teacher begins to scold -- "Mr. Calhoun, you should let others..." when the door opens and in walks this hot number that looks like sex on a stick -- I just want to lick him from top to bottom and back again. I stare openly as he walks into the room, and hands Mr. England a slip of paper.

Mr. Sex on a Stick scans the room with his warm chocolate-colored eyes when he passes over me and then immediately back again. When his eyes rest on me, he pops his chin up and I nod and lick my lips in response. I tend to make my desires known. Mr. England announces, interrupting our dance -- "Class, this is Ryley Matthews and he will be joining our class for the remainder of the year. Mr. Matthews, take the empty seat in front of Mr. Calhoun there."

Mr. Matthews has dropped his backpack in front of his crotch but not before I think I see him boning up a bit, truth be told that may have been wishful thinking, but a guy can hope, right?

As Mr. Matthews drops into the seat in front of me, I lean forward and welcome him. At which point Mr. England starts in on me again -- "Mr. Calhoun, as I was saying before Mr. Matthews joined us, you could use this time to be working on the homework assignment instead of talking."

Annoyed, I respond instead of nodding, which will likely get me into hot water -- "Mr. England, I do apologize for disrupting anyone with my oral skills but I am done with the assignment and was just welcoming our newest 'Cougar' to our humble little school."

Mr. England was not amused with me talking back -- "Mr. Calhoun, you will remain in class for 60 minutes of detention." I nodded and said "Okay," I could see my best mate Joey Blackwell texting and I assumed it was to Coach Calhoun letting him know I had done it again and would not be at practice.

Just as the bell rang, the door was flung open and there stood Coach Calhoun (who happened to be Mr. England's husband, yeah, we had a gay couple teaching at our school and Coach was my uncle). The look he gave me would have melted lesser men -- to be honest, I peed a little. As the students filed out of the room Joey gave me a thumbs up and I tried not to smile.

Ryley was the last to get up from his seat and when he did, he turned to me and stated -- "well I guess I don't get to see you naked today, maybe tomorrow?" He winked at me and started to leave, but I grabbed his pants pocket saying -- "don't dress too quickly, I believe I will be there within 5 minutes." Ryley chuckled and said -- "I won't hold my breath." I winked and said -- "give me 5 minutes, I want to see what's under those clothes."

As the classroom cleared and the door closed, I heard the requisite -- "Calhoun." I looked up to see both Coach Calhoun and Mr. England eyeing me. I looked the coach in the eye -- "What coach?" I guess taking the innocent route was not well received as his top blew, but he held his tongue -- "Calhoun don't 'what' me. Why do you insist on making things difficult and getting detention? We can't have you miss a practice just before the final district game. What did you do this time?"

I held my smile -- "I finished my work and started talking to Joey, and Mr. England took exception when a new student came into the classroom. Once he was told to sit in front of me, I shook his hand and welcomed him to class, at which point Mr. England gave me 60 minutes of detention for talking." I did not add any snide remarks like -- Mr. England doesn't like me, because I'm smarter than he is, or that I rub him the wrong way because I point out when he states something incorrectly."

Coach turned to Mr. England -- "Scott, really 60 minutes of detention for welcoming a new student to the school? I know you don't like the kid because he is a smart ass and knows he is probably smarter than anyone here but come on."

Mr. England was not amused but he knew Coach had him -- "Mr. Calhoun -- I'm going to let it slide this time but you and Coach need to know if this behavior continues, I will give you 90 minutes of detention from now until the end of the school year which will effectively cut your soccer season short. Coach, you do understand what needs to happen?"

Coach acknowledged that he had his hands full and would do his best to instill the right attitude into young Mr. Calhoun. Coach looked at me and asked -- "What are you still doing here, you're late for practice, and if you aren't on that field by the time I get there I will make you run for the full 90 minutes, got me?"

I got you, Coach -- I'll get out of here so you can show your appreciation to your husband. As I hustled out the door, I tried at reconciliation -- "I am sorry Mr. England." As I ran to the gym, I was chuckling to myself. I need to stop being such a dick to that man. I could not put my finger on why I did it, but I needed to figure it out and stop.

I made it to the locker room 6 minutes late. Ryley was dressed and heading for the door. I yelled at him -- "you didn't stay naked for a full 5 minutes." To which he replied -- "I was, I'm just a fast dresser. By the way, impressive that you are here that quickly. Maybe after practice, I'll let you see me naked."

He's such a fucking tease, I was well and truly fucked. I wanted that boy in the worst way and I was certain that he was not going to be easily had. I had a feeling this boy was a lot like me, hot, confident, and would make me work for it. Maybe I would play hard to get. Shit, I don't know how to do that. I see something, I go for it, most of the time it works out, but sometimes not.

I ran onto the field just as Coach was stepping on as well. The tie goes to the runner. I went over to Coach to apologize. Coach, I'm sorry about that. I should know better; Mr. England doesn't like me and I tend to get in more trouble for talking than anyone else at this school in all my classes. I know part of it is because my mom is the principal but the bigger part is I'm an ass."

Coach looked at me with a raised eyebrow -- "What, are you looking for me to say 'no you're the easiest person in the world to coach and teach? If that's the case you need to get your head examined, you are an ass and I think you wind Scott up because he is married to me and you like seeing me have to grovel to get my star athlete on the field."

Luke was frustrated with his uncle -- "Coach, I would never do that to you. I like you, why would you ever think so poorly of me? I am after all your favorite nephew."

Coach was annoyed -- "You little shit, get your ass out there and warm up. That little angel face doesn't work on me anymore -- I have seen it way too much lately and frankly, it's beneath you."

I smiled my best smile, winked, and put my hand to my mouth as I ran to the team -- "My dearest uncle I'm shocked that you would call a student a 'little shit'."

Coach was at the end of a very short rope -- "My dearest nephew, get your ass out there or I'm putting my foot up your ass."

As I ran away, I yelled over my shoulder "Promises, promises." I ran up to Joey who was laughing his ass off as he had been eves dropping. "Joey, why are you laughing?"

Joey rolled his eyes -- "You are the biggest pain in the ass I know, yet you get away with murder here at school."

I looked at him offended by the implication -- "I don't know how you can say that. Every teacher here is looking to tell my mom how much of a pain I am, that I'm horrible and an ass. You were talking to me in class and Mr. England didn't say two fucking words to you about it but I get detention. I know I am a lot to handle but still, the bar is different and you know it."

"Calhoun, get your ass in gear. Everyone else is ready to go and you are over here flapping those ever-moving lips of yours." Coach's voice boomed out right next to me. I looked at Joey and said "See I get yelled at and you skate. Coach, I'm ready."

Coach was brutal for this practice. He was taking his frustrations with me and Scott out on the team. We were nearing the end of practice and I had had enough. I turned to the team and as the captain, I told them to hit the showers. No one moved and I yelled at them to get their asses in the locker room now. I turned on Coach and said quietly so only he heard -- "don't you dare say anything." Everyone scrambled to the locker room.

I turned on my uncle -- "What is wrong with you? I get that you and Scott think I fucked up but honestly, I don't agree and I think that pisses you both off. I know I'm a lot to handle, just like a certain uncle was when he was in high school and his dad was the principal. You and my dad should both know how this shit is and I would have hoped that I would have gotten more support from my family than this. Let me finish. EVERY teacher in this school has three standards for students in this school -- 1. For the slackers, you all just do enough to get them through. 2. For the top portion of the students, you bend over backward and help them achieve their goals because they show promise. 3. For Luke -- everything he does has to be perfect, he can't talk, he can't think, he can't do anything remotely approaching normal because if he does the hammer comes down."

Coach was livid -- "Luke that just isn't true. You were allowed out of detention because you are in group 2."

Luke had, had enough -- "bullshit I was let out because you are my uncle and Scott knew he was wrong. I got detention for talking but Joey didn't and he was talking right along with me, if you even say I continued to talk to Ryley, I call bullshit there too because everyone from the front of the room to his seat gave him a high five and welcomed him to the school. So, hear me on this -- I'm done. This is my last practice, I'm through playing and you can shove state up your ass."

I know, real mature huh? But for fucks sake I feel like because my mom is the principal every teacher at this school has a hard-on for me and holds me to a higher standard. I don't know if that is to impress my mom or to knock her down a peg because I'm always in trouble. I went into the locker room, threw my shit in my backpack, and walked out with Coach following me the entire way.

I got to my Jeep and threw my stuff in the back, got in, started it up, and was ready to back out when Coach's hand reached through the window and grabbed the steering wheel. I looked at him with such animosity it was palpable. He let go of the wheel and stepped back. I left the lot and headed home.

When I pulled into the driveway, my dad was standing there waiting. I knew there would be a confrontation when he got home, but I thought I had another 30+ minutes for him to get home from his tech company in the nearby metropolis. I forgot he was working from home today. Here we go, Luke, wrong, everyone else right.

I pulled into the garage and stepped out of my jeep. Dad was right there and did not look happy. "Luke, you can't quit with the season on the line. It isn't fair to your teammates; I don't give two licks about your coach and what this would mean for him. Your teammates deserve to have you on the field with them and the opportunity to win state."

Well shit, I wasn't prepared for this argument and just looked at him like some moronic freshman. "Dad, I'm tired of all the bullshit. Since I started high school, I have been getting a load of crap from the teachers. I don't know if it is because of my mouth or because of Mom. I thought I would have a chance with Uncle Austin coming to teach and coach 3 years ago, but it only got worse. Now that I have Uncle Scott as a teacher, I can't do anything right."

Luke's Dad was trying to be understanding -- "Well you were disrespectful to Scott in class and Austin at practice."

Luke was fed up -- "That's total and utter bullshit." Just then Scott and Austin pulled up to the house. Uncle Austin was out of the car in a flash and pissed as hell.

Honestly, I couldn't give two shits about it.

Austin (coach) was fired up -- "Lukey, what the hell? You dismiss my practice and growl at me not to say anything. Where do you get off?"

Scott piled on -- "Luke, Austin is right that was disrespectful, just like you were in my class today." As the words fell out of his mouth, my mom pulled into the driveway. Shit, this day just keeps on getting better and better.

Luke's Mom stepped into the fray -- "So what is this, 3 on 1. Maybe I'll team up with Luke and at least make it seem fair. Let's all go in the house and talk about what it is that made three grown men lose their shit with a 17-year-old boy." God, I love my mom, even if she was going to kick my ass when we got in the house, which I'm pretty sure was going to be the case.

We all made our way into the family room before Uncle Austin started in on me again. My mom simply turned and looked at Austin and he was quiet. "Thank you, Austin, I need some sweet tea before we get into this. Does anyone want anything else?" I was refilling my water bottle. With drinks dispersed and everyone sitting somewhere in the living room, my mom looked at Austin and asked him -- "So what has your underwear in a bunch?" I struggled not to smile or laugh. My dad wasn't composed as he laughed loudly.

Austin was fuming -- "Mel, your son is impossible. First, he gets detention the week before district playoffs and then dares to call my practice short and threaten me not to say anything, then he quits with districts, regionals, and state hanging in the balance."

Mom -- "Scott, anything you would like to add?"

Scott -- "Mel, I know we are approaching the end of the year but Luke is always talking and interrupting class. I had enough today and gave him detention. Then Austin went out on a limb to get me to change my mind. Then evidently decided to disrespect Austin on the field."

Mom -- "Luke anything to add?" I just looked at my mom and shrugged my shoulders. I was convinced that no matter what I said, I was in a no-win situation. I was a student; they were teachers, and she was the principal. So, I said nothing.

Mom -- "Alright then Luke, I have no choice but to ground you and ask you to apologize for your behavior and make it right with the team tomorrow."

Dad -- "Hold on for a minute. Luke may not be willing to go to toe with you educators but I will. I was pissed at him when he got home but I got a different perspective when we talked. I have a few questions for the three of you before I let any punishment stand."

Austin -- "Really Conor? You are going to defend his actions?"

Conor (Dad) -- "Austin, defend may be a strong word." The doorbell rang, I said I would get it and popped up before anyone could disagree. When I answered the door, there stood 'sex on a stick' Mr. Ryley Matthews. Fuck me he was gorgeous.

Ryley -- "Hey there, gorgeous, you were out of there so fast you forgot your phone."

I am never at a loss for words, but I just stood there with my mouth open staring at this fucking stud.

Ryley chuckled -- "So you are not used to having someone be as bold as you are? Well hold on to your dick, I'm going to have you naked and shooting a load in my ass before the end of the week. I see there appears to be a parent-teacher conference going on in there, so I'll be going." He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, with his tongue. He handed me the phone and squeezed my cock. "Damn I thought that might be a sock but it's all you. Tootles."

That has never happened to me in almost 18 years. I have never been tongue-tied in my life. Did I hear him right -- he did say he was going to have my load up his ass. I could get down with that. So, I opened the door and ran after him. I knocked on his car window and when he opened it, I leaned in and kissed him. "Just to be clear, you had me tongue-tied and all messed up in the head earlier, but know this -- I will meet your challenge and rock your world." I kissed him again with all the passion I could muster. When I was done, he was flushed and on his heels.

I went back into the house and flopped into my seat. Which got me a slap upside the head and admonishment for flopping on the furniture -- "So has my fate been decided? Is it the military for this ungrateful little shit?" Another smack this time from my mom.

Dad -- "No we held off until you were back. So, who was the boy that kissed you?" Fuck they saw that. Before I could answer, Uncle Scott piped up."

Scott -- "Conor, that was the new kid -- Ryley Matthews. He seems to be a good kid, well-mannered, considerate, with stellar grades, and activities from his previous school."

Dad -- "I didn't realize that the Matthews had arrived in time for him to start school today." Everyone looked at my dad and was waiting for more, but he started in on the matter at hand, Luke's bad behavior. "So, Scott, it's interesting you point out that Ryley's a good kid and well-mannered. Did he talk to any students on the way to his desk or did he only talk after Luke welcomed him to the school?"

Scott, Austin, and Mom were all caught off guard. They saw this going differently when I didn't say anything. My dad waited for an answer, just staring at Scott.

Scott -- "Well he may have responded to greetings from the class on the way to his desk."

Dad -- "Hmmm, so was Luke the only one talking before Ryley showed up in the classroom?"

Scott -- "No, Joey was talking as well."

Dad -- "Thanks. Austin, while I don't agree with countermanding the coach, do you think there was a reason Luke sent the team to the locker room?"

Austin -- "I have no idea; you would have to ask Luke."

Dad -- "I already did but wanted to hear your take on it."

Austin -- "Again, I'm not sure."

Dad -- "Could it have been that you had run the kids ragged and there were kids that were running the risk of exhaustion in the heat and humidity? How many water breaks had you given them?"

Austin -- "No and enough."

Luke -- "Uncle Austin, that is categorically not true. You had us running and doing drills for 90 minutes and one water break, which was less than 5 minutes. You were pissed off at me for getting in trouble with Uncle Scott and you having to bargain for my release." Uncle Austin lowered his head and didn't say anything else.

Mom -- "Well that is beside the point..."

Dad interrupted -- "Hold on, madam principal. You have teachers, not just these two, holding one student to a higher standard than all others. If he is doing the same thing as others, shouldn't his punishment be the same as theirs and not worse? Before you answer that question, I'm telling you three, as his parent, if the answer is no, he should be treated the same as any other kid, I'm pulling him out of school and will enroll him in the high school next to my office."