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The Goons
by VirginWhore (virgilcd@gmail.com)

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School sissy gets so angry he blurts out something he 
should have kept to himself. (Mm, adult/teen, ped, cd, 
oral, sissy)

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I could see them before the school bus even stopped. 
"The Goons." That's what I called them, but not to their 
faces. Only in my mind. If I called them that out loud 
they would have pummeled me senseless. They were in 
their usual spot on the side the steps leading into the 
school. It was a great spot for looking up girl's skirts 
and for tormenting the school sissy: me.

"Here comes fag boy." 
 
"Hey fag boy, you wearing panties under those pants?"

I wanted to scream "Fuck you, you fucking assholes!" 
Instead, without even thinking, I yelled, "YES, you 
fucking Neanderthals, I AM wearing panties. They're my 
mothers. I always wear them on days where I don't have 
fucking gym class." 

There was a stunned silence, and as I braced myself for 
the punches I knew would be raining down on me I felt 
myself starting to get hard. I had my eyes squeezed shut 
and my left arm trying to protect my head when all of a 
sudden I heard Mr. Adams the new principal say, "Adrian, 
come with me." I never thought I would be happy to see 
Mr. Adams – he's a macho, ex-military type – but at that 
moment I wanted to give him a big hug. The thought of 
him wrapping his big muscular arms around me made my 
cock get even harder.
 
"Oh my God," somebody said, "Look, he's got a hard-on."

We didn't have a dress code at our school so we were 
able to wear shorts. Instead of the baggy, below the 
knees, multi-pocketed cargo shorts the other boys wore I 
wore the skin tight, shorty short kind that the girls 
wore. The kind that showed the crease at the tops of my 
thighs where they reached my butt cheeks. Normally I 
didn't get an erection at school – it would be like 
getting a hard on while getting root canal – so wearing 
my shorty shorts would not be a problem. But for some 
reason all the excitement made me hard as a rock and 
every throbbing inch of my cock was visible.

"Adrian, I said let's go."

I said, "Yes, Mr. Adams" and followed him into the 
school. As I walked pass the Goons they pursed their 
lips and made kissy sounds along with more taunts.

When we got to Mr. Adams' office he told me to sit down 
in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. I 
expected him to go around to his chair but instead he 
leaned his backside against the front of his desk right 
in front of me. His crotch was only inches from my face. 
A strange sensation crept over me and I had this 
incredible urge to lean forward and run my hand up the 
inside of his thighs. I honestly think I would have done 
that had he not started talking.

"Okay, Adrian, tell me what happened out there."

"Well sir, that gang of boys out there are always 
picking on me. Just because I'm petite and don't like 
macho sports and things like that they call me a sissy."

"But, Adrian, I heard what you said about wearing your 
mother's panties. Are you really wearing her panties?"

I felt my face redden with embarrassment but at the same 
time just hearing Mr. Adams talk about panties – MY 
panties! - got me so excited my cock felt like it would 
burst through my shorty shorts and over us both with 
cum. I wanted to put my hands over my crotch to hide my 
erection but I knew that if my hand touched my cock I 
would start cumming.

"Adrian, I asked you a question. Are you wearing 
panties?"

I still couldn't answer him. I couldn't speak. My mouth 
was as dry as a desert.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense," he said, "Stand up 
and pull down those girly shorts of yours. NOW!" He said 
it with such anger and authority that I jumped to my 
feet. 

I suddenly felt very cold and my hands started to shake. 
We were standing so close together that I had to move to 
my side and take a step backwards so I was standing 
between the two chairs. His eye were riveted to my 
crotch as I began fumbling with the button on my shorts. 
When I got it unbuttoned I slowly began pulling down my 
zipper.

I saw Mr. Adams run the tip of his tongue over his lips. 
When my zipper was down I did a little hip shake while I 
pulled the shorts down over my hips. I let go of them 
and, as if in slow motion, they slid down my legs and 
landed at my feet. I glanced down past my flat stomach 
and saw my cock straining against the pink nylon of my 
mother's panties. A dark pink circle formed where I was 
oozing pre-cum. 

Mr. Adams licked his lips again. He had a strange, far-
away look on his face. Fear gripped me as he began 
unbuckling his belt. I thought, Oh my God he's going to 
beat me. But instead of removing his belt he just 
unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. He 
pulled down his pants and underpants in one swift 
motion. His cock stood out from the tails of his shirt. 
I had never seen a grown up man's cock in person, only 
on my computer. It was lovely. 

Then I felt Mr. Adams' hand on the top of my head. He 
was pushing me down. I knew what he wanted. As I knelt 
in front of him I grabbed his cock in my right hand and 
leaned forward until the head of it was touching my 
lips. I began licking his pre-cum and swallowing it. I 
liked the taste. I was so aroused that I knew I was 
close to cumming even though no one was touching my 
cock. I had never felt so excited in my young life and, 
in a moment of blind lust, opened my lips and sucked his 
hard cock into my soft, warm mouth. I heard him groan 
and immediately began moving his hips back and forth. 

I couldn't believe it, I was sucking a man's cock. My 
head was spinning. Then I heard him grunt then say, "I'm 
cumming." 

I felt my mouth being flooded with his warm cum and I 
began to swallow it before it spilled out. That was 
enough to push me over the edge and I began filling my 
mother's panties with my own load of hot cum. Suddenly 
my whole world was cum. Nothing else mattered. I was 
taking his cum in my mouth and spilling my own cum out 
my cock.

We both spasmed to drenching orgasms then stayed 
perfectly still for a few minutes. His soft cock now 
resting against the side of my face. The warm cum that 
filled my mother's panties now beginning to cool down. I 
stood up and as I did some of my cum began dripping down 
my leg. Without saying a word Mr. Adams leaned over his 
desk and opened one of the drawers. I saw him reach in 
and pull something out. 

I couldn't believe it. It was a pair of panties. "Here, 
these are dry. Put them on." It was then that I looked 
down at his feet and saw that under his trousers he had 
been wearing white nylon panties.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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