Rockmount Brat Camp Part 2

Rockmount Brat Camp: Part 2

It’s strange the effects of 3 hours sleep, messes with your mind worst than Hannibal Lecter AND that old pervert from the end of the Matrix. Here I was stumbling to my lesson, dressed scruffily in the schools mandatory uniform of a blue blazer, white shirt, blue school tie and trousers with proper shoes, I felt like I was in court all over again. Looking around I saw other kids in similar states of bleary eyed confusion that’s usually heralded by Monday morning, difference was they weren’t constantly looking over their shoulder for an angry boyfriend with a butchers knife.
Yeah… I had done the manly thing and ran out of my room before he, or is sexy head-giving bitch of a girlfriend, woke up. I had been haunting these hallways for the last 3 hours even forgoing breakfast in order to avoid him. In all likely hood he didn’t even know, but like I said 3 hours sleep tends to make a guy a little edgy. Anyway after the pulmonary embolism thanks to the incredibly loud morning bells, I found myself doing the whole new guy routine, holding a map in front of my face, peering at door numbers like some plane spotter. I finally got sick and tired of wondering around aimlessly, and plucked up the courage to ask someone, yeah it was a teacher but hey…
“Excuse me, could you tell me where… Biology with… Mr. Handley is?” once again showing off my linguistic prowess.
“Of course young man, are you new here?” answered a rotund little man, squinting at me through heavily spectacles, which covered up most of his face.
Gee, what gave it away I thought sarcastically, “Yes sir I am.”
“Well, first of all you’re on the wrong side of the building, you have to travel to the science block and then to the biology subsection room 412,” he smiled and pointed while I thanked him. Yeah his instructions were about as clear as a French man speaking Dutch. So again I meandered in the vague direction he gave me, trying as hard as possible to avoid any other student, one thing I had quickly learnt was that Rockmount obviously hosted some Dirty Looks masterclass, because damn if looks could kill, well lets just say I would be joining Casper and the other not so friendly ghosts. Finally by some devine intervention or just plain dumb luck I found the classroom, albeit 20 minutes late. Here goes nothing, I thought glumly pushing open the door, imagining the disgusted looks of my so called ‘peers’ and the detention I would probably get. As usual I was pretty wrong, there were kids sitting on desks chatting, throwing paper aeroplanes, listening to music, and generally behaving the way every teenage is inclined to when there’s no adult supervision. The classroom itself was a complete contrast to the renaissance-esque corridor I had just left, with it’s plus red carpet, and golden sconces on the walls, this classroom resembled a lap, with more computers than students lining the walls. I looked around at all the unfamiliar technology around me, there were computerized telescopes, robotic arms, cold closets, all the things neccasary in a state of the art lab was nonchalantly strewn around this classroom, full of students who could tell magnifying glass from an ipod. Gladly, on my part, no one even noticed me come in, I looked around and sat down at a seat in the furthest corner of the room, my head down wondering if I could finally sleep… just a few minutes…
BAM
“What the fu…”
A bull of a teacher charged in to the room, slamming open the door like he was part of the SWAT and he’d just found Bin Laden. He had a clean shaven bald head, he was short and fairly stocky.
“Shut up and sit down kiddies” he yelled in a midland accent.
Every one jumped in to their seats, all electrical apparatus disappearing faster than a pizza with Fat Albert, to be replaced with pens and paper.
“Sorry I’m late,” he muttered with little conviction. Slamming his briefcase down on the desk he pulled out his little electric notepad.
“Register!” he barked, cant this man do anything fucking quiet! Quickly, in a military fashion he began barking out names, suddenly I saw my chance, I knew my roommate was in this class, I could find out who it was, and then maybe I wouldn’t have to…
“Black!”
The whole class looked around.
“Black!?”
Shit!
“Umm… yes sir” I said meekly, trying desperately to sink in to my chair, all eyes turned to me.
“When I call your name lad answer immediately or I’ll mark yer down absent understand!?”
“Umm yeah, sir”
Everyone turned around, some sniggered quietly to themselves, I looked down, but not before I saw him. Looking up again our eyes met, those black eyes, that grey hair not quite black, the hard jaw line, I knew this kid, and from the way he looked at me he knew me. But where? How did I know him? Frustratingly my mind told me to fuck off as I searched futilely for a name to put with the face.
“Morgan!”
Without taking his eyes off me he answered “Here.”
My eyes widened as realisation slapped me in the face with a giant dead fish… he was my roommate… I had face fucked his girlfriend… even worse I watched him fuck another girl! He was the boy in the empty class room! My eyes widened and he grinned at me. Helpfully my mind kept repeating Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Suddenly the whole class was up and milling about, picking partners, groups of girls pleading with the teacher to allow them to work as a foursome, while boys grabbed each other, sometimes even pushed each other away, and for a few seconds I lost track of him. There! He was walking straight towards me, here we go I thought, clenching my fist adrenaline waking up my tired body. Just as I was about to go Rambo on my new roomy he grinned at me and winked, that threw me slightly.
“So you’re the infamous Tyler Black?” he said holding out his hand, still smiling.
“Errmm… yeah…” i said shaking his hand nonplussed.
“No need to look so nervous, kid, I don’t bite.”
I still had no idea what to make of this, maybe he really didn’t know, I got away with cumming on my roomys girlfriend, alright maybe my luck was actually changing.
“So we havent had much of a chance to talk really, you were pretty gone last night,” he said sitting next to me casually, his top shirt buttons undone like some adolescent James Bond.
“Yeah, you know long journey and stuff…”
“Yeah, meeting the headmaster, finding your way through this maze, getting head, I understand,”
I froze, looks like lady luck still jamming her stiletto’s right in to my nuts.
“Hey! listen, I didnt know she was your girlfriend… I was sleeping… and…”
“Wait, my girlfriend?” he suddenly burst out laughing, grabbing me around the shoulders warmly as if we were old buddies.
“She’s not your girlfriend?” I asked relaxing my grip on the pen I was planning to find a new home in his eye.
“No! just a bit of skirt, oh I’m Piers Morgan by the way” he said casually throwing out his hand again for a handshake. I shook his hand again, wondering what the fuck was going on exactly, if he knew and he wasn’t angry, just why was he here then?
“Good, now the pleasantries are over with, do me a little favour,” he said scanning the bustling classroom, his arm still draped around my shoulder. I didnt know what it was about this kid, he seemed to have a magnetism, a sort of charm that made me almost feel as if we were buddies.
“Yeah, ok…”
“Well since you and Alissa are already acquainted, would you mind giving her this,” he held out a slip of paper folded in two, the size of a post it note.
“Couldn’t you give it?” I asked, wary of Piers despite his friendliness, the last time I did a favour for anyone, an old man wound up in A&E and I ended up here.
“Well… yeah I could but I’ve been watching Alissa since you swaggered in here and correct me if I’m wrong but she’s been stealing glances over here the entire time.” I didn’t really know what else to say, so I opted for generic cliche number 1, “really?”
“Course, here, you give her this and say these exact words” he leant in and over the general buzz of the classroom he muttered a few choice words to me.
“I cant fucking say that!”
“Sure you can, killer,” he grinned and winked at me, the off-hand term of endearment sent a chill down my spine, and the gleam in Piers’ eye raised the hair on the back of my neck.
“Fine! I’ll do it” I snatched the paper and wove my way towards Alissa’s table, looking back over my shoulder Piers was just looking around, completely ignoring me. As soon as I approached all the girls looked up at me, their eyes almost screaming ‘there’s no way this kid is coming towards us!’ luckily after only a few hours in Rockmount my skin had thickened towards the barbed glances of my ‘peers’.
“Hey” I tried to convey the message of confidence, but somehow I dont think they were receiving.
“Can we help you?” asked on of the girls, a black girl with a gorgeous curvaceous figure, strangely she had an American accent, pretty far from home.
“Umm yeah… Piers’ sent me” great I thought, now I sound like a fucking messenger boy, next thing I’ll be wearing shorts and a goofy hat.
“Piers?” they chorused, I looked at Alissa, who was either a really good actor or seemed to not even recognise me.
“Yeah, here, Alissa” I slid her paper, she opened it and read it quickly then looked up at me, like I was some bell boy waiting for a tip. Plucking up courage from the deepest depths of my manly stores, I leant forward and word for word whispered what Piers told me to.
“I’ll be in the corridor in 5 minutes, make sure your down in front of me in 5 and a half sexy” I then winced and waited for the inevitable and mandatory slap, followed by the equally mandatory scream. I waited but I but as usual my expectations were wrong, instead I saw her smirk, and then, making me go googly eye, she patted my crotch and whispered back breathily in my ear.
“Make it four.”
I then drew back and marched my ass back to my seat where I sat, slightly shocked.
“Worked didnt it?” asked Piers nonchalantly.
“She said four minutes,”
“Then what may I ask are you doing here?”
I looked at Piers and then jumped over my chair and, the picture of suave and cool, I swaggered out of the room.
Leaning against the wall, I hastily began to check my breath, my hair, my teeth, next thing you know I would have been checking my fucking make up. Luckily before I got that far the door swung open and there was Alissa smirking at me. She grabbed me by my tie and none too gently yanked me down the hall, not that I really minded, since I got to see her ass bounce in an incredibly short skirt. Finally she stopped and threw open a closet door and pushed me in. Following, she snapped on the light, throwing a dingy glow across the small cupboard, which following suit with the rest of Rockmount, was pretty damn nice, although it hadn’t seen any use in some time. Alissa wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing me against the wall, and in the process pushing her glorious body against mine. I could feel her soft round tits pushed up against me, her smooth thigh sneaking in between mine, rubbing my semi hard cock through my trousers.
“So what was that you said,” she asked breathily, her glossy pink lips moving millimeters in front of my own, I could feel them brush past mine making me bite at her like a hungry child. “Make sure you’re down in front of me in 5 and a half?” she whispered, repeating my, well Piers’, words back to me.
“Well, why aren’t you then?” I asked, adrenaline and my growing erection making a potent combination which fueled my confidence. I reached around her hourglass figure, down to her round ass which had teased me before, lifting up her skirt and grabbing two handfuls of her ass made firm by youth and ripeness. She squealed lewdly and kissed me, her lips separating mine, tongue probing, experience giving her the confidence to take charge. Her lips wrapping around my bottom lip, sucking it while unbuttoning my jeans. I then moved down to her smooth white neck, planting kisses and bites along it, running my tongue lightly across her jaw line all the way down to her exposed collar bone. I heard her moan softly as she fished for my rock hard cock in my boxer shorts, finally she gripped the thick shaft in her hand, sliding the foreskin up and down, flexing and twisting her wrists, making me emulate her previous moans. Both of our breathing had quickened as I slipped my hand in to her thong sliding round to the front, where I was met with a bush of soft pubic hair, trimmed to a neat fuzz. I probed with my middle finger, spurred on by her moans and her hand, until I found her slit. Dipping my finger in to her with one thrust, her pussy was tight as you would expect from someone so young, but was also slightly open as you would expect from a girl who fucked guys in closets, allowing me to probe another finger into her pussy. I began to pump in all the way to the knuckle, matching her pumps on my cock. We had both had been reduced to two writhing and moaning creatures, wrapped up in our lust and need for release. I thrust faster and harder in to her pussy, introducing my thumb on to her clit, flicking it across the small love button. She bucked and groaned, riding my hand, her legs spread open lewdly, as she thrust her head back and her chest forward. I reached up with my other hand hastily unbuttoned her top, letting it fall open to reveal a lacy purple bra. Immediately I began nuzzling her chest, licking her cleavage, loving how smooth her skin felt against my touch.
“Oh fuck, yes that’s the spot, fuck me harder!” she moaned, biting her bottom lip, it was ironic how our roles had reversed from last night, now it was her spouting old porno clich? She threw herself forward and hugged me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she began to bite and suck my earlobe, her tongue darting in to my ear occasionally. This spurred me on even further as I began to finger fuck her wet pussy with all the strength I possessed. She hiked one of her legs on to a box stretching her pussy wider, letting me go as deep as possible.
“Yes! Touch me there” she gasped in my ear, my cock bounced in between us forgotten for the moment, but I didn’t care as this hot chick clung to my body like she was that girl from the titanic and I was the raft saving her life. Her body was intertwined with mine, our heightened sensitivity made us moan and shiver as our skin touched. I could feel her pussy twitching and I knew she was close. I bit her neck harder than before, while gripping her ass cheek for dear life, letting her buck against my two fingers, while my thumb was rubbing at warp speed on her clit.
“Oh babyyyyyy!” she cried, throwing her head back, her chest heaving and thrusting in my face as an orgasm gripped her body, I could see in the dim light the sweat glistening down her body, running in to her full cleavage as she moaned and bucked. Her cum seeped down my hand, as my fingers were drowned in her nectar. She was gasping for air, her face flushed, making her look even sexier than before.
“That… that…” she panted staring in to my eyes, “was fucking delicious,” she giggled, lowering her leg and extricating her hot sweaty body from mine. I pulled my fingers out, and looked at them covered in her woman juice. She smirked at me, and ran her tongue over my sticky fingers, then let me suck them, tasting her saliva and the much stronger taste of her cum. She stepped back and began smoothing out her skirt and buttoning her shirt when she noticed my purple headed monster, bouncing outside of my trousers, accompanied by a set of heavy balls.
“Oh, looks like some one wants a repeat performance,” she grinned, running her tongue teasingly across her lips as she sauntered towards me hips swaying. Leaning forward she planted a soft kiss on my purple head, cooing as she saw a jewel of pre-cum seep out. She then stepped towards me my eyes glued to her pearly blues as she wrapped her smooth hand around my raging cock jerking me slowly. Her lips found mine as we kissed deeply, her kiss wasn’t as desperately lust filled before, this time she was much slower, much more deliberate. Her tongue washed over mine, as I traced my finger over her nipple, while she puled my tongue in to her mouth and began sucking, making me moan involuntarily. Smiling, Alissa looked at me like I was her prey, her hand working my cock faster, a smile creeping to her face as I sighed and closed my eyes leaning back against the wall, unable to keep the pleasure from surfacing on my face, contorting my features in to a goofy smile. Alissa leaned forward and whispered in my ear, softly biting and flicking my earlobe with her tongue at the same time, “maybe I should kiss you somewhere else.”
Man I wish there was a more eloquent way to put this but at that moment in time I settled for the always trustworthy, “Fuck yes!”
I heard her give that sexy little giggle I felt her slide down my body, nuzzling my body with her nose as she went down, till finally I felt her lips brush over my cock. I had me eyes screwed shut tightly, unwilling to open them because this was too good to be true. Last night it was good, but the combination of drowsiness and confusion somewhat dampened the electric feelings which were now shooting up my body, speeding up my spine, as my cock for the 2nd time in less than 24 hours found a new home in Alissa’s mouth. She swallowed about half of it, working her tongue forward and backward in her mouth, giving the ultra sensitive underside a tongue massage. I shuddered, and grunted with the effort of keeping my knees steady. Her hand massaged my balls, weighing them and fondling them, as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. I stroked my hand through her gorgeous golden locks, grabbing a handful and ‘helpfully’ pushed her mouth further down on to my cock, burying more and more in to her throat, making her gag as about 5 inches of my fat man meat was lodged in her mouth. The sensation of force feeding my cock to her and hearing and feeling her throat convulse around my dick made the blood slam in to my cock as I felt my cum building. I felt her nails dig in to my ass, pushing more of me in to her mouth, till finally she had to pull away. Coughing, she pulled away, long ropy strings of saliva mixed with pre cum came away with her mouth, the light mascara she had put on was running as tears crawled down her cheeks. I almost felt bad till I saw her grin and lick her lips, while she jerked me off trying to regain her breath.
“Fuck, I’m almost there baby,” I groaned, trying to give her a subtle hint to jam her mouth back around my dick. She must have been pretty perceptive as she almost immediately inhaled my cock again, finally forcing all of it in to her mouth, stretching her jaw and her cheeks wide open, making her look like some slutty clown with her make up running.