Bestest Buds: Hunter X Mr. Lejeune

The Unholy Writing

Hunter Wilson and his friends were enjoying a fruitful lunch, like any average day. The magnificent rays of the sun shone through the tattered old windows and illuminated every speck of dust in the air of the room brightly through the half-covered windows of the school. Surrounded by the his best buds, Hunter found himself enjoying the way the day was shaping up. Few things could put a dampener on his mood, but was unfortunately patrolling the lunch room this day: Mr. Lejeune. While him and no one else had any intention of bothering him, he was particularly irritated at the rowdy table this day. His reasoning for this attitude? He spotted out of the corner of his eye the table creating an unholy mixture of different solid and material food items being mixed together, in the process making a fucking mess. His wolverine-esque instincts kicked in, and with speed unmatched by nearly no other natural predator he flew to the table creating the foul concoction. "Hey, fellas, what are we doing over here?" Nobody had responded right after the initial comment, but a few kids snickering could be heard throughout the group. "We're making a salad!" Hunter excitedly said to Mr. Lejeune in a joking manner. Mr. Lejeune was fuming with the utter disrespect of the children at the table and wasn't sure what to do, but one idea was in the back of his head. "Come out into the hallway here," Mr. Lejeune sternly said to Hunter, leaving the rest of the group whispering to each other and snickering as to what fate would befall their bestest bud. Hunter had followed the man out into the hallway, not-so-anxiously awaiting what punishment would befall him. Mr. Lejeune had constantly treated himself to sexual fantasies regarding the boys that had consumed him at times, but no sex with his disgusting wife or any masturbation could quench his thirst for one of them: Hunter Wilson. He salivitated at the prospect of executing his plan of which he had so dreamt of of over and over again for years since he had first laid his eyes upon him when he was just a boy in 5th grade. "Do you know why I've pulled you out here?" Mr. Lejeune asked just as sternly as he had almost always spoke, working hard to cover his member that was drizzling pre-cum through his khakis nearly at the same rate his mouth was watering. "I don't know, the abomination we were making at our table?" The joking comment was too much for Mr. Lejeune to simply hold back, he had to make a move. After a couple of seconds of silence and prolonged eye-contact, he lost all self-control. His bodily functions ceased listening to his pretty much non-existent sense of self-control, and with cum soaking throughout his khakis, coating his soggy thighs, and saliva rolling down his chin, his hands sprung forth and cradled Hunter, before he continued on to roll his tongue over the surprised boy's lips. Hunter had experienced emotional and physical blue balls ever since the Czechoslovakian school thot Jillian had left, but such a rush of physical affection was too much for him to handle, and he grasped Mr. Lejeune back. Holding him close, he quickly returned the favor, closing his eyes and going in for a short kiss. Both of the boys realizing they were still in the hallway in a school building, Hunter mounted Mr. Lejeune's back and rode out of the school, Hunter's throbbing member stroking his spine until the duo reached the green grass outside, which caused them to collapse upon each other. Quickly standing up and brushing off the dirt from themselves, Mr. Lejeune had an idea. "Here, sexy, walk with me."

"Where are we going?" asked the hot and bothered young boy.

"You'll see, baby boy." Mr. Lejeune responded sassily, with a suggestive smirk and a wink.

He led Hunter hand in hand to his 2007 Toyota Prius, and before long hunter was sitting in the hot passenger seat of the car, sweating and cradling his crotch aggressively. Before he knew it, he had started up his car and began speeding out of the school like a bat out of hell. Knowing he was already breaking a few laws and didn't want to break anymore, Mr. Lejeune slowed down and stopped at the next red light. "You don't mind the age difference?" asked Mr. Lejeune, curiously, never believing he'd be in such a situation with a such a handsome boy so much younger than him. "No, not at all," he said, damn near panting in the hot car. "I just want more of you, daddy." And with that Mr. Lejeune continued on the drive, somehow even hornier than he was before he'd said that. A few seconds after, he jammed his hands down the boy's sweatpants and boxers, which were easily manipulatable, sliding right past his thick bush of jet-black hair. His temptation had seized control, and with no objections from hunter he manipulated the five and a half inch dick from the boy's malleable undergarments. Taking his other hand off of the steering wheel, driving past miles of corn fields, he flipped on his stereo system and placed a cassette into the player. "Through the Fire and Flames" began sounding throughout the vehicle. "Have you heard this song before?" asked Mr. Lejeune,