Start to a Story

So that one poll a long time ago is finally being used. Here we have a fanfiction of Joe!

Let me know what you think so far and what should happen maybe?
I have an idea but maybe one of y'alls will have a hotter idea. Hope you have
some fun reading what I have so far. It's nothing toooo sexual yet. It does get more
so at the end but setting up stuff as of now.

We Can Help Each Other Out

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Joe had been having a great day so far. No traffic going into the Valleyfolk office,
got a great script written out in no time. It had been a pretty easy yet productive day.
Obviously something had to go wrong. He was getting ready to go out for lunch with
the crew when his pocket started vibrating. He let everyone continue walking out of
the office while he took the call.

“Hello, this is Joe.” Joe had answered pretty happily.

“Hi, yes, Mr. Bereta. This is Mr. Campbell, the principal at Samson Elementary.
I’m calling to ask if you could somehow make your way here to the school so we
could talk. It seems your son has been giving his teacher some troubles and I would
love if we could discuss a way to fix this.” The man sounded exasperated.

“Oh my god, okay. Yeah, I was just heading out, I can be there in 15.” Joe stated.
Walking out and locking the office behind him one hand still holding up his phone.

“Thank you Mr. Bereta. I’ll let the front desk know you’re on your way.”

“Okay, thankyou.” Joe hung up the phone and trotted over to the rest of the team
getting into a couple cars.

“Hey, I need to run down to Jack’s school. He’s in trouble.” A couple worried noises
came from the group. Questioned looks appeared on people’s faces but overall the
conversation ended within a few minutes and Joe was on his way to the school.

Joe pulled into a spot and jumped out of his car, quickly walking up to the school. He
made his way to the front desk and the lady, knowing who he was, pointed him
towards the office.

“Thankyou” Joe muttered. Joe knocked on and opened the door, peaking his upper
body around.

“Mr. Bereta!” The principal exclaimed a little too excitedly. Joe closed the door behind
him and stood in the office. The large windows behind the man’s desk letting a lot of
light into the dark colored room, pretty dark for an elementary school environment.

“Hi, Mr.” Joe paused looking for the name plate.

“Please call me Don, also have a seat.” Joe saw that the man was fairly young for a
principal. He had never met the man before since his kids had never been in trouble, his
wife was the one that went around on the tours and such.

Joe sat down in the comfy chair. He took notice to how Don looked. Black, really up kept
hair. Large jaw and structured face, that matched the very neat suit. The blue tie seemed
to punch the man’s eyes into an unnatural shade. He didn’t seem to be any older than
Joe, maybe even quite a bit younger.

“So, you’re son. I’ve never had any trouble with the boy, but today he seems to be in
some sort of mood.” Joe surprised, “Yeah, that’s crazy. This morning he was acting
normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I don’t want to ever start with this, but most times it’s caused by problems at home.
So, I apologize but is everything alright.” The masculine man giving a gentle look towards Joe.

“No. No, everything is again normal. He’s doing fine.” Joe kind of stuttered out. Things
haven’t been perfect with him and his wife, but nothing they show in front of his son.

“Kids are pretty deceptive. If there’s anything going on behind closed doors, they can feel
that throughout the rest of the family.” The man paused. “You’re married. Is everything
going good there?” Again being gentle, knowing it’s not really his place.

“Yes. Haha, everything is fine.” Joe chuckled. Don lifting his eyebrows a small amount,
not believing Joe. “Well… I guess not exactly.”

The principal leaned his arms onto the table, showing Joe he was open to talk.

“Listen, i’m not gonna go into details or anything, but me and the wife haven’t been
close...at all” Joe pushed out “but it’s nothing that my son even knows about yet, nor could tell.”

“But it is something that’s making a tension in the house. It could stem from anything there.
Like I said kids can tell the tiniest bit of change.” Joe nodded, ultimately just wanting to fix
this and get out of there.

“So to fix this?” Joe broke a silence. “Is there punishment, how bad was the thing he did?”

“Well he would need to be taken out of school for a few days.” Joe huffed.

“A few days?” Joe inserted. “There’s gotta be a lesser punishment. Something I can do?”
Joe was determined.

“Well, it was very severe, but we can talk about some different ways. Especially since you
are the one hurting through this.” Joe looked puzzled.

“Well you know,” Don sensing Joe’s confusion. “You haven’t been able to have any
release. Wouldn’t want to push that off anymore by your kid needing to be home 24/7.”

Joe literally laughing. Don saying it so blatantly threw Joe off.

“I’m sorry, I’m just saying. This is more a problem for you and if you… “. Don continued
talking while standing up and coming in between Joe and his desk. “Want to keep your
son from getting into trouble.” He leaned back against his large desk, Joe still sitting
back in the chair.

“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.” Joe said slowly, knowing but hoping it
was a mistake.

“We can help out each other. You can help your son from getting 2 weeks suspension and
I can help you by fixing your personal issue.” Don stated as if it was nothing.

“TWO WEEKS? What happened to 2 days?” Joe fussed. “I’m not doing shit for you. What
the fuck is happening?” Joe stood up. He hadn’t noticed the man’s height. Don was a foot
taller than him. Don stood straight up.

“Well then i’m sorry that I’ll have to expel your son.” Don said flatly again.

“EXPEL?” Joe hollered again. He flopped down into the seat, his arms came up to the
arm rests and his head fell into his hands. “I can’t fucking believe this is happening.”

“You can fix this Joe.” Don leaned back against the desk again.

Joe looked up, his face now blank of any expression. “ What do you want?”

Don didn’t say a word, just reached down and groped his own bulge. The man already
fairly hard. Joe couldn’t believe it.

“I”m not...I ca…” Joe stuttered. His voice shaky. “You just have to get me off.” Don said lowly.

Joe huffed and looked up into Don’s eyes. His eyes flashing back to Don’s pants.

“Aren’t you gonna take it out?” Joe asked, his eyes not leaving the now moving lump.

“I feel you know the answer already.” Don smiled. Joe sighed again, his right hand coming
up to unbutton Don’s suit jacket, getting the tails out of the way.

Joe shifted forward in the seat and both hands started undoing Don’s pants. His hands
shaking as he unlatched the belt. The button coming easily undone and the zipper pulled
down. The pants pulling open from the growing erection.

Joe reached into the underwear opening. Once Joe grasped onto the length, Don gasped.
Joe closed his eyes at the noise but kept moving. He pulled the cock out of the slit and let
it go as it bounced up and down. The girth pulling it down to the ground. It’s throbbing
keeping the rocking motion moving. Joe’s eyes enlarged, taking a second at seeing the
sheer size of this...monster.

“Yeah. Should’ve started with that.” Don said to Joe as if that would have changed his
mind about this whole thing.

Joe kept on, needing to do this. He wrapped his hand around the dick, supporting it from
the bottom as if it was a snake. He pulled and pushed, gliding his dry hand up and
down the length.

“Why don’t you take my balls out too.” Joe glared up into Don’s eyes. His other hand
reaching forcibly into the underwear again, keeping eye contact until he felt skin. He felt
baseballs. Joe jolted back to looking where his hand was. He pulled them one at a time
through the hole, too large to bring together. Everything was large down here. What was
he? A fucking mutant.

Joe kept a hand on the testicles trying to roll them in his palm, mostly falling out of grasp.
He leaned forward a little more and truly tried to wrap his right hand around the girth. He
had been holding it before but now, he couldn’t even dream of his fingers meeting. A true
beer can cock. Except usually that comes with the dick being slightly shorter. Not Don here.
Now that he was fully hard, Joe could see that he was just as long, proportionate throughout.
If one aspect was large, every part was large.

“10 inches. Thanks to dad!” Don chuckled. Joe sighed, blowing hot air onto Don’s length,
cutting his laugh short with a sigh of his own.

“Come on, it aint gonna suck itself.” Don’s hips thrust forward, the head tapping Joe’s chin.
A small string of precum bridged itself between the two. Joe closed his eyes at the realization.

“Don’t get grossed out, there’s more going on your face than that.” Don chuckled again.