"Ah fuck me..." Ike whispers to himself.

After looking at his terrible grade in his chemistry class Ike couldn't help but wince at his grade. He was barley failing though.

"A D at 69%? ... I'm supposed to be an honors kid." Ike grudgingly shuts his laptop and begins packing up to leave his failing class. And right before the bell rings a familair voice calls to him from behind.

"Hey Ike, could you stay ater class? I want to talk to you about your recent grade..." The mans low and deep voice calls to him.

After all the kids leave class Ike puts his backpack down slowly at his desk. His mind was racing. He had failed his teacher... he had failed his master.

Ike holds his own sweaty hands as he shuffles towards his master's desk. "Ike...you know the drill..." he says without a hint of emotion to the shaking boy. "Y-yes" Ike hesitantly replies.

Ike pulls down his pants and Hulk underwear and bends over the desk before him.

SMACK*

SMACK**SMACK*After the third one Ike cried out in pain. His bare bottom as red as the blood that dripped down his leg. The teacher then comes in close to Ike and inhales deeply. "You smell like old doritos and mountain dew... have you been seeing my cousin again?"

Ike stays silent as he is frozen in fear of his teacher. He was afraid for not his life... but his grade. Because if his grade went any lower Ike's Pimp Dequan was gonna "beat the gay" out of Ike.

Mr. Betterridge smirks as he tries to hold back his manly giggles. "Huehehehe... what did I say about you making a sound Ikey?" He whispers into Ike's shivering ear. "y-you s-s-said..." Before Ike could finish his sentence he felt another smack across his junk in da trunk. This time it wasn't a ruller and it was Mr. Betteridges boney hand.

But today... Ike was looking for Extra Credit. And he knew exactaly how to get it.

Ike turns around as fast as a person who would turn around fast and he pushes his teacher away. "Mr. Betteridge, or should i call you by your true name... Joey?" Ike smirks as he can see the red build up in his masters face.

While Joey is looking like a smexy wrinkly tomato Ike seizes his chance. Ike quickly jumps into Joey's arms and is now in a position of power. Ike is now being held like the bride he should be. And he slowlh leans into Joey's scrumtious lips. But instead of a kiss Ike is looking at his other prize... Joey's beard.

Ike sucks on Joey's beard hair and slobbers all over his side of his face. Making dog sounds and barking like Scrappy Doo was making Joey excited.

Very. Excited.

Joey was feeling as hungry as an Ethiopian kid. And Ike... Ike looked like a tall glass of Skittles.

Joey pushed Ike against the wall. So hard that the air was knocked out of him. Joey then carresed Ikes chin and lowered his head. Joey then forced his lips upon Ike. With the electric current that was now connected by their lips, they couldnt break apart.

The old man then regurigtated his mountain dew into the young boys mouth. He then gurgled, so much that some of the soft drink was flying into the older mans eyes. Joey then closed the gap between their lips again and used his elongated tounge into Ike's fertile mouth. The invader then shoved the mountain dew down Ike's windpipe.

There was then a disturbance in the force...

Out of the blue! The wall behind them shatters. A bold voice yells, "OH YEAHHHH!"

It's the Kool-aid man.

The Kool's eyes were shocked at what he was witnessing. Unable to say anything, once his brain-i mean ice register whats happening he mutters in his kool voice.

"Ohhh yeah..."

The red giant waddles towards the coy couple. "Oh my glob..." Joey whispers as It picks up two graduated cylinders. It tips its body and drips some of his love juice into the cylinders. "Drink up." it says as it hands both glasses to the still frozen boys.

As Joey and Ike drink Kool whispers "oh yeah...".