With some help from Mr. Johnson

That night I dreamed about big black cocks, but not just any cock. I dreamed about Mr. Smith’s cock. It was warm and soft in my mouth, but also hard and powerful. I was so confused and twisted up inside about how I should feel about Mr. Smith’s cock.

In my dream I was attacked by a giant black cock. It coiled around me, controlled me, dominated me, used me. It worked around my whole body before coming to my butt. In my dream I panicked and tried to resist the power of Mr. Smith’s manhood. Just as I was about to be penetrated by Mr. Smith my alarm went off.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Really?” I mumbled, twisting to stretch my arms. I got ready for school like normal, making a point of leaving my speedo behind.

As I headed out the door my father stopped me. “I am going to give Mr. Smith a call in a little bit. I’ll explain your… situation. Like I said, you’ll have one week to get your grades up before the punishments start.”

“Yes dad. I remember.” I didn’t want to call my father “sir” again. You don’t deserve to be called sir, I though with scorn.

…

The school day passed as it always had. In fact, having tasted my first black cock I got a bit of my focus back. I was no longer plagued with visions of juicy, chocolate dicks. Rather, I just thought about the juicy, chocolate dick I had tasted yesterday.

I went from class to class until I got to Mr. Johnson’s room. “I have that paper you wanted signed sir,” I said as I took the slip from my backpack. “My dad signed it yesterday.”

“Good boy” was all Mr. Johnson said as he reached out a big black hand to take the paper. “Are you getting any tutoring or help?”

“Yes sir. My neighbor is going to tutor me.”

“Ah, Smith. I’m sure he can help a boy like you learn a thing or two.” Mr. Johnson smirked knowingly.

“You know Mr. Smith?” I asked. Thinking, wow! What a small world!

“Yes. We’re friends. I was thinking of dropping by his house after school. I understand you practice swimming in his back yard.”

“Oh… I… What did Mr. Smith tell you?” I blushed a deep red.

But I didn’t get an answer. The bell rang and Mr. Johnson scolded me “Time for class boy. Please take a seat."