Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2010 16:42:54 +0100 From: benjamin Schwartz Subject: A Helping Hand My office overlooks the quad and the distant ring told me that prep had finished and the boys would be winding their way to dorms to relax before supper, or, in some cases a spot of cricket in the early evening sun. I was relaxed. I gathered the scripts I'd been reluctantly marking and cleared the desk, pulling my computer monitor closer for my evening treat; one I'd been looking forward to all day. The previous evening I had wandered through the Nifty Archive and found a story that, for some reason, really turned me on. It was called `Teaching the Boy'. Not that I am sexually interested in boys, far from it; I have a lovely, liberal wife who is aware that I love erotic stories. She is also aware I still indulged in playing with myself. Oh dear, that's a euphemism; what I rally mean is that I love playing with my cock whilst reading sexy stories. She just accepts it. In fact in turns her on at times. When we are away from each other I often get her off on the phone telling her what I'm doing whilst she fingers her clit -- but that's another story. The screen lit up, I brought up the Archive and scrolled down to the text. It was still such a cock-hardener. I thought the second reading might well be not as exciting; much of the excitement of an erotic fantasy is, of course, in the head. But I was hard immediately. But the story was about a boy being seduced by a housemaster. Why was I being aroused? It hadn't entered my mind before. Yet, here I was pulling my trousers down to release my rampant cock from the confines of my boxer shorts so my finger tips could caress it. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. My wife had, the previous week, suggested that because I liked her pubic regions shaved that, perhaps, in the interests of equality, I should do the same. She had a point. There is nothing I like better than laying in between her legs, gently fingering apart her labia and playing with my tongue on her clit until she orgasms. And shaven is much more of a turn-on. So I had. She liked it. All the nicer to suck she had said and, who was I to disagree. It looks good, I think. Makes a moderate circumcised cock look bigger...well, I hope so. So I tossed off my trousers and shorts and kicked them aside. I was going to enjoy this. I played around with the scrolling and, although I am an extremely fast reader, I thought `slow' would allow me to really indulge my self in the story. Press go. And the boy is talking to the teacher who is making tentative but obviously suggestive remarks. And the boy is responding. Throb of cock. Then, he goes with him to his study. Cock twitching in my fingers as I slowly move the skin. "You ever sucked a cock before, huh, baby?" No, I haven't yet, but he obviously wants to. Oh, he's going to suck it. I have to stop. Don't want to come too soon; I want this thrill to last and last. It's so nice. My eyes focused on the screen wanting it to get to the next level of excitement. "he grabbed his teacher's dick and slurped it in his hot little mouth." I'm torn between wanting to come and waiting for the inevitable conclusion. I look down and my cock seem enormous between my finger and thumb as I gently, minutely maintain a point where I could shoot cum with one more touch. " his six and a half inches cock looked massive." Oh yes. I could imagine how he felt. I touched my shaven balls gently and then pressed down at the base of my cock so it looked longer. Stop. Stop. Don't cum yet. Ignore the noise. Focus on what is happening. "Ngh-ahhh! Unh! Oh yess...! S-so Got to cum. Got to cum. And then I am aware somewhere in the back of my mind my wife is there, at the open door of my study. She is watching, quietly. Watching with that wry smile she has. Too late. Spasm, spasm, spasm and cum running down my hand. "That looked enjoyable. Let me read it." So she did, gently holding my cock as she scrolled through the text. And later? Well later in bed she said how good it was; how we could do it again; how I could find another cock-sucking story and she could watch, or join in or play with my cock for me. I'm getting hard again thinking about it. And perhaps she could fanaticize about being licked and sucked by another woman and talk to me about it as I tormented her clit. Or perhaps it would be interesting to imagine I was being sucked off by one of the boys when she slowly blew me. Or perhaps I would really like to try on of the boys. Wow! But, as I said before, that's another story.