Diary of a Teenage Hunk 8 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
Year End Prank:
Can't believe I did this. It's a tradition that somebody in the senior class comes up with a really wild prank at the end of the year, as a way of leaving our mark. I was picked this year. Some guys put their heads together and came up with the idea of me going to English class in just my jockstrap. I said no way, it could get me kicked out of school and cost me my diploma. So they changed it to me just walking down the hallway wearing my jock. I said I could get by with that, it wouldn't be so in your face. So between classes I stripped down to my jockstrap and one of the guys took my clothes and to meet in the boys' rest room. It went off great; a lot of kids saw me, but my jock stroll lasted a little too long and covered too much territory and I got turned in by one of the teachers who also saw me. I slipped in the rest room and got dressed and went to class. I barely got set down when I was handed a pass to go to the principal's office.
This is the weird part. I get to Mr. Alberts' office and he says he missed my little escapade and wants me to demonstrate it for him. He tells me to strip down to my jockstrap! Implies I'd better do it in order to graduate. So I did. He makes me parade around his office, then tells me to take off the jockstrap; then says no, he'll take it off of for me. I don't know what exactly is going on, but I do as he says because I figure my diploma is at stake. Next thing I know, the principal is going down on me! He was good; as good as the guy at the mall. He said he'd never done it before, but he was just too good for me to believe that, and he even took my load. He went a little nutso over my load. Despite my little prank, I am going to graduate....guaranteed.
Year-End Prank
"Hey, we've got to do something to mark the end of our high school career," one of the guys said as they were dressing after gym class.
There were suggestions galore, all of which got laughed off or ignored as impossible.
"I say Brandon goes to English class on the last day in his jockstrap," someone said.
There were whoops of approval and laughter, and it was dismissed as unlikely as all the other suggestions. Or so everyone thought. It was brought up the next day and the next, and soon everyone was riding him about it, as if the suggestion had suddenly been carved in stone and had become an obligation. Brandon continued to protest and laugh and shrug it off but the guys didn't let up, and soon, it had become almost a matter of honor, not just for Brandon himself, but for the male seniors. As much as he was tempted, he was afraid that such a stunt would get him kicked out of school, even on the last day, and he probably wouldn't graduate.
"Okay, let's tone it down," Johnnie Ellis said one day when they were on him about it again. "He's not gonna do it and we shouldn't be goading him into doing something that'd probably get him expelled just before graduation. So, how about this; instead of going to class -- hell, you would probably have Ms. Meyerson climbing your bones right on her desk -- let's say he just walks down the hallway in his jockstrap."
Brandon looked all around the locker room. "Hello! Anybody happen to know that I'm present?" he blurted. "And that ain't gonna get me expelled?"
Ignoring him, there were cheers of approval and encouragement for the idea, and in that moment of euphoria, Brandon foolishly said he would do it; the very next day; Thursday. He wanted to wait and do it on Friday but they goaded him into doing it on Thursday so there would be a day for the whole school to talk about it. Okay, he agreed, but he wasn't going to go for a stroll up and down the hallways on all three floors of the school.
On Thursday, Brandon and Johnnie and Carlos sneaked out of PE class early and went up to the boys' restroom on the third floor. The planned route was out of the restroom and down the hallway to the stairs at the other end of the hall, go down to the second floor and go the length of the hallway to the stairs leading to the first floor, and from there go to the restroom at the opposite end of the hall where Carlos would be waiting with Brandon's clothes. Traversing the full length of all three hallways would guarantee maximum exposure for their prank, as well as Brandon's muscular jock body.
"You got the route in your head?" Johnnie asked him.
"Yeah."
"Okay, give me your clothes," Carlos told Brandon.
"Shit, guys, I don't know about this," Brandon said as he was already pulling his T-shirt off.
"Come on, there'll be so many students in the hallway when the bell rings, no teacher will be able to get close enough to see you," Carlos assured him.
"You'd better be right," Brandon said. He stripped down to his jockstrap and gym socks, handing all his clothes to Carlos. "Your ass better be waiting in the other restroom with my clothes," he warned Carlos.
"I'll be there, in the second-floor restroom," Carlos promised.
"You said first floor!" said loudly.
"Sorry. First Floor," said Carlos, laughing.
"If you're not there.....," Brandon threatened.
"I'll be there," Carlos assured him. With that, Carlos left, with Brandon's clothes rolled up under his arm to go to the first floor restroom. "Damn, I wish I could see this," he muttered.
Brandon stood with Johnnie at the door, waiting for the bell to ring. He glanced down at himself. He tugged on the front of his jock but it fell back under his weight. He straightened the straps around his butt and brushed his hand over the front of his jock again.
"You keep playing with it, you're gonna walk out of here with a hardon," Johnnie chided him.
Suddenly the bell sounded, causing them both to jump.
"Ready?" Johnnie asked, excitedly.
"Fuck, I don't believe I'm doing this," Brandon muttered under his breath as he gathered his courage to exit the rest room.
"Okay, Go! You've only got three minutes to show your stuff," Johnnie told him.
With a quick, deep breath, Brandon walked out of the restroom, wearing nothing but his gym socks and his old, ragged jockstrap. He thought he should've at least borrowed a newer jock from someone. His was the one he'd started his freshman year with and it was so old and dingy and tattered with tiny tears and pick holes; the pouch was barely held to the waistband with the torn threads.
"Oh, My Godd!" a girl shrieked, cowering back against the lockers with her hands over her eyes. But she brought her hands down to look at the big, muscular jock sauntering past her down the hallway.
There were shrieks and cries and whoops and hollers and laughter as he walked down the hall, his tight abs rippling and his hard butt muscles flexing and churning within the frame of the straps of his jock. Several girls reached out to touch his body; one even groped for his jock.
"Fuck, man, he's got balls!" a guy remarked.
"Yeah, and they're about to fall out of his jockstrap," another said.
Two girls he approached dropped their books and cried out in shock with their hands pretending to cover their faces, but they were looking too. He headed up the stairs. He couldn't deny the euphoria of the moment, being all but naked in the hallways, with kids ogling his body. He had never been bothered by modesty, but it was the first time he'd felt himself an exhibitionist.
He skipped down the stairs to the second floor; Johnnie was a few paces ahead of him. As Brandon rounded the bottom of the stairs Johnnie reared back with a loud gasp,.
"Oh, shit! Here comes Mr. Benning! Quick, duck into the restroom!"
Brandon rushed to the door that Johnnie held open for him.
"What if he comes in here?"
"Get in one of the stalls," Johnnie told him.
Brandon went into the last stall to wait while Johnnie peered out a crack in the door. "Okay, he went on past."
They resumed the parade route, down the hall towards the stairs that would take him to the first floor. The trip was uneventful so far as teachers were concerned, but there were students lining both sides of the hallway, laughing and applauding and cheering him on.
One more floor, he was thinking as he started down the stairs. At the landing he encountered Mr. Acar, the math teacher, coming up the stairs. Brandon froze for a second, while Mr. Acar stopped dead in his tracks, gaping at him, his face pale. Seeing the man's look of shock, Brandon recovered and without a blink, sauntered on past him with a little wave and a smile. What else could he do? There was no place to hide. He glanced back to see Mr. Acar leaning for support against the stair railing looking like he might be having a heart attack.
He walked swiftly along the first floor hallway toward the safety of the restroom at the other end. Despite the attention and the euphoria, the novelty was wearing off, he was getting scared. At the restroom, he grabbed the doorknob but the door wouldn't open. It was locked! Damn those guys! He tried again, then pounded on the door.
"Open this fuckin' door, Carlos!" he bellowed.
Carlos opened the door and ushered him inside.
"I didn't know the door was locked," he said.
"Didn't know, your ass," Brandon growled. "It didn't just lock itself, you have to turn the lock, prick."
Carlos couldn't help himself. He doubled over in laughter.
Now Brandon was worried. Mr. Acar had seen him, and other teachers from their classrooms for all he knew, and he would surely be reported to the principal and it would no doubt go to the school board from there. He quickly donned his clothes and gathered his courage once more to go back out in the hallway. There was a roar of cheers and applause to greet him. He smiled and laughed and waved, but deep down, he figured he was fucked. He wouldn't be allowed to graduate.
Sure enough, he'd barely taken his seat in English class after the bell rang when the door to Ms. Meyerson's room opened and the office girl came up to her desk and handed her a pass. She read it then focused on Brandon.
"Mr. Hall, you are to report to the principal's office," she said, looking over her glasses at him.
He closed his book and stood up, shoving his chair back. He walked down the hall with the office girl.
"You wouldn't happen to know what this is about, would you?" he asked.
"Do I really have to tell you?" she said with a wide smile
"Is he mad?" he asked.
"He didn't seem to be," she said.
"I'm not gonna graduate," he mumbled. And how was he going to tell his Dad?
He tapped on the door. "Come in." He opened it and went inside. Mr. Alberts, the principal, was standing, leaned over his desk with his fingers spread across the blotter. Brandon took a stance opposite him and waited. The man walked around his desk, around behind Brandon, and closed the door, and Brandon thought he heard the lock click.
"Would you care to explain your actions of the last few minutes, Mr. Hall?" he said as he came back around his desk.
"It was just a prank, Sir," he said. "The guys goaded me into it. I know I shouldn't have done it, and I'm sorry."
"No, you're not," he said. "You might be sorry you got caught by Mr. Acar, but you're not sorry you've attained celebrity status, now are you?"
"I didn't know I had attained any kind of status," he said.
"Come now, don't tell me you aren't aware of your stud status in this school," he said.
"Stud...status....? No, Sir, nobody ever told me that," he said with a look of profound innocence. He was suddenly aware of the man's eyes raking over him and it instantly made him think of the man at the mall. It was that kind of look.
"What am I going to do with you?" Mr. Alberts said.
"I don't know, Sir. I just hope I get to graduate," he said.
"Yes, it would be a shame if you missed your graduation, but whose fault would that be?" he said.
"My own. Nobody else's, sir," he replied.
"Not even your friends for goading you into it?" the principal asked.
"No, Sir, it wouldn't be their fault. I didn't have to do it, and they couldn't have forced me to do it," he said.
"It's just too bad I missed it," said Mr. Alberts.
Brandon blinked, suddenly struck dumb with surprise at the man's remark "Missed it?"
"From all accounts, your little prank was a grand success. It will no doubt go down in the history of pranks here at the school."
"Well, I...I d-don't know if I would be so proud of that, Sir," Brandon stammered.
"Show me," he said.
Brandon blinked again, this time with a confused scowl. "S-show you?"
"Yes. Show me what I missed. When people talk of this, and they will, I should know what they're talking about."
"Show you? Y-you m-mean...right here...now...what I did.....?"
"Yes."
"You want me to take my clothes off," he said, still in disbelief.
"Down to whatever you had on when you went strutting down the hallway causing such a ruckus in my school. I believe it was your jockstrap."
Brandon couldn't move. He could barely breath. The principal, Mr. Alberts, was telling him to take his clothes off, right there in his office.
"I don't...think...I s-should be doing this," Brand said as he looked around at the door.
"The door is locked," the man said.
"Yeah, I....b-but I don't think......"
"Let's just say it might go a long way in deciding your punishment," Mr. Alberts said. "After seeing for myself, I may decide the whole thing has been blown out of proportion."
"Yes, Sir," Brandon said as he began tugging his T-shirt out of his jeans. He pulled it off over his head and found Mr. Alberts hand out to take it from him. He stepped out of his sneakers as he unbuttoned his jeans. He glanced aside as he shoved them down off his hips. All he had on under his jeans was the jockstrap he'd worn in the hallway and when he took them off, there he stood, in his jock and his socks.
"My Godd, son, how long have you had that jockstrap?" Mr. Alberts asked.
"I started my freshman year with it," Brandon replied.
"It's a good thing you're graduating. It's barely hanging together."
"Yes, Sir. I just didn't want to replace it. Sort of like an old pair of jeans, you get comfortable in it."
"Yes, I can see why you wouldn't want to part with it," the man said, and Brandon thought he heard him swallow.
"Walk around," he said.
"Around...your office?" Brandon asked.
"Yes, like you walked down the hallway. Just a few turns around my office, so I get the full impact of your little prank."
He felt dumb as hell, but he took a few steps toward the window and turned and walked back across the room, then went back to stand in front of the desk. He was well aware of the way the pouch of his jockstrap shifted and bounced when he walked. He made a couple of turns around the desk and Mr. Alberts, then stood in his original spot.
"That's a mighty fine ass," Mr. Alberts said.
Now it was Brandon's turn to gulp. "Y-yes, sir, if...if you say so," he stammered.
Mr. Alberts came out from behind his desk then and walked around him, as if he were inspecting him.
"Nice everything. But especially a nice butt," he said. "Bet the girls really go for that."
Brandon jumped at the feel of the man's hand on his butt. Fuck, what was he doing? Was he, the principal, coming on to him, right there in his office? He jumped again when Mr. Alberts flipped the strap of his jock that went around his butt.
"Take it off."
"Huh?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Take off the jockstrap."
"Yes, sir." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to pull it down but suddenly Mr. Alberts stopped him.
"No. Wait. I'll do it for you," the man said.
Brandon was totally shocked now, fearful of where things were headed. He half turned to face the man, with a questioning look.
"Yes...I'll take it off of you," Mr. Alberts said, his voice now deep and husky.
Brandon watched in shocked awe as his principal went to his knees in front of him, his fingers crooked in the waistband of his jockstrap to pull it down.
"You don't know, young man, how long I've wanted to do this," the man said, his voice in a drone, as if he were allowing himself to drift off in a dream. "Mr. Kelly has no idea how much I hate him for being in the position he's in as your coach, seeing you like this every day, when all I've had are my dreams. You're beautiful, you know that?" he said, looking up at him with a worshipful look as he slowly pulled the worn, ragged garment down Brandon's muscular thighs. "My Godd, how much is there?" he murmured as more and more of the athlete's big cock came into view and still it was not freed.
"A lot," Brandon said huskily. Suddenly his cock sprung free and hit Mr. Alberts in the face. He pulled the jock all the way down and Brandon stepped out of it. He handed it to him and Brandon laid it on the corner of his desk.
"Yes, I can see," he whispered as he gazed at the giant cock. "How did you get it so big?"
"It just...grew...I guess."
He clasped his hands around Brandon's muscular thighs. "Godd, you have such a wonderful body."
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me. This is my thanks, being on my knees to worship your magnificent muscles. You have no idea none of you young jocks do what effect you have on other people."
"I think I do...I'm getting the idea," Brandon said.
"You have no idea, do you, that half the female teachers in this school want you to fuck them."
Brandon did a double take at the word "fuck" coming out Mr. Alberts' mouth.
Mr. Alberts smiled at his surprised look. "You don't think I know all the words? You kids think you invented them?"
"No, sir, I was just surprised to hear you say it." He looked away as the man's hand encircled his thick cock. He could feel it but he somehow thought he should not be seeing it.
"You know what I want to do," Mr. Alberts said.
"I think I do," Brandon said.
"Tell me. Tell me what you think I want to do."
"I think you want to suck me."
"Ohh, Godd, Yesss! Say it. Tell me. Tell me to do it," he gushed. "Make me do it."
"Suck my cock," Brandon said, suddenly getting turned on by the power rush, having this man of authority on his knees, practically worshipping him.
"Oh, Yesss! Yess, I'll suck your cock, you big stud. How could I not? Even if I didn't want to, you could force me, and I would have to do it." He looked up at Brandon. "I checked your records, you know, to see when you would turn eighteen, and I've been waiting... counting the days."
"Well, I'm eighteen now," Brandon said.
"Yes. And things happened just perfectly; your little sexy prank that brought you to my door."
"I'm eighteen and I'm here, but you're not sucking my cock," Brandon said.
"Yes...Yes, I'll do it, right now."
"You know when you start, you have to finish me off," Brandon said. "That means no stopping when I come. You gotta take my load in your mouth and I want you to swallow it."
"Ohh, Goddd, Yesssss! Anything you say. Please, I want your load. We can't take long, so don't try to hold it back from me. Give it to me as quickly as you can."
"Just get on my cock, dammit, and I'll give you more come than you can handle," Brandon growled as he grabbed the man's head and forced him on his cock. He watched now. Watched his high school principal on his knees with his mouth wrapped around his thick cock, slurping and choking and groaning with pleasure as Brandon pumped his cock in and out of his hungry mouth. He choked him and he had to back off.
"Godd, I love it," he whispered as he fisted the slick meat. "Such a huge, beautiful piece of manhood. I love it."
"Show me," Brandon said. "Show me how much you love my cock. If you love it so much, you should be sucking it." He pulled the man's head forward again.
It was barely ten minutes by the clock on the wall before Brandon's legs started shaking his hips lurched and he unloaded in the principal's mouth. The man choked and groaned louder, his eyes wide with surprise as his mouth was quickly filled with thick, hot boy-semen.
"Don't lose any of it," Brandon warned as he pumped his load into the live mouth of authority. He held Mr. Alberts head in a tight grip till he had spurted the last of his come into his mouth. "Don't forget you gotta swallow it," he told him as he let go of his hair. The man didn't need to be reminded. He was reluctant to get off the thick boy cock. He sucked and slurped every last trace of semen off of it before he finally pulled his mouth off and reared back to gaze at it.
"My Godd, you come like a stallion," he said.
"Yeah, I should've warned you," Brandon said. When the man tried to get up, he helped him and steadied him on his feet. Then he reached for his jockstrap but Mr. Alberts grabbed his wrist.
"I'll keep it," he said.
"No. I've had it since my freshman year. I wanta keep it," Brandon said.
"Which is more important to you, your jockstrap or your diploma?"
Brandon drew his hand back. He wanted to keep the jockstrap; he had a sentimental attachment to it, but he didn't make an issue of it. Instead, he took his jeans when the man handed them to him.
"Have you ever done this with any of the other guys?" he asked as he pulled his jeans on.
"No. I've never done anything like this before, period."
"Wow!" Brandon said, blinking with surprise.
"I knew it had to be with someone special. A young God, like yourself. Deep down I knew I prayed it would be you. My prayers have been answered."
"So have mine. It was great." It wouldn't do any harm, he thought, to let the man know that he liked it.
"I'm glad I made it good for you. Have you ever done this before with anyone?"
"Yes." But he quickly caught himself. "Well, no, not really." He sensed that the man wanted to be his first; that he wanted him to be a virgin. "A man at the mall tried to come on to me but it never happened. This was my first time, too."
"Wonderful. You've just made it even more perfect, offering yourself as a virgin."
"Well, I didn't exactly offer, did I? I mean I did, but I was hoping it would help me graduate. Am I going to graduate?"
"Don't worry, you will graduate," Mr. Alberts assured him. "You would graduate with honors if it were within my power to bestow an honor for cocksmanship."
Brandon laughed. "Yeah, that would really go over good if you announced that."