Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 17:03:03 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: A LESSON LEARNED A Lesson Learned Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010 (The usual disclaimers apply, this is simply words not a truth so keep your life safe) (I had not intended publishing this story yet as I have other stories for which my readers are awaiting the next instalment but due to demand I am using this to explain the delay in posting. I am sorry for the long delay, regretfully a family death, long expected has now occurred and dealing with the aftermath has proved stressful and my writing schedule has suffered. Please no condolences, I said my goodbyes many years ago, if anything there is just relief that another's suffering has finally eased but the residue is complicated by family contradictions and I am playing Solomon very badly. I hope to be back writing properly in the next month so please bear with me. Van T Z Boi) My introduction to sex came at an early age. I was three months into my ninth year and attending a relatively minor public school, my father being a diplomat and stationed abroad my education at such was a provision of the job as my mother was required to attend on him; my schooling was therefore paid for by the state. I was not a great scholar but performed adequately, the school had a strong sports bias and I was an acceptable sportsman, I had good ball control as a footballer and a useful bat when it came to cricket but as the son of a gentleman my academic achievements concerned my House Tutor Mr Hather. Accordingly I found myself summoned to his study one afternoon just prior to teatime. "Come in, come in Cavendish," he greeted me waving to the space before his cluttered desk; this was bad sign good news was delivered sitting down so the fact I had to stand in front of him was a clear indication that my summoning was not for good reasons. "Now Cavendish, " he peered over the top of his half-specs at me, his bright eyes burrowing in to my brain, "I am sorry to see that the hoped for improvement on your academic work has not so far shown itself." I stared at the ground between my feet, this was a statement of fact, I had been more concerned recently about raising my game for cricket hoping to impress my father if I managed to improve enough to gain a place in the First Eleven squad if not the actual team itself. "Something must be done," Mr Hather announced, "so I have arranged some extra tuition for you with Mr Goodstock." At the mention of Mr Goodstock's name my mood lightened a little, the teacher had a good reputation amongst the boys at the school, normally he taught the senior years and my scarce knowledge of him was that I had heard no adverse comments about his lessons, if fact if anything his classes were not to be feared as much as others. I myself at that time had no contact with him, it would normally be another three years before I should be attending his classroom but I had overheard the older boys talking and from their comments I deduced that the man was popular, as much as a teacher can be popular. Mr Hather continued, "Your first extra tuition period with Mr Goodstock will be on Saturday afternoon," my horrified look gave me away as he quickly added, "after the house match against Corinth House. You will present yourself at his study on the third floor in the Main Building at three fifteen, thereby allowing you to both see the match and attend the celebration tea afterwards, Mr Goodstock will arrange the frequency of further periods as he sees fit. Do you understand?" I nodded my understanding. "One further point Cavendish, if you fail to improve then Mr Goodstock has authority to penalise you, especially in respect of your sporting aspirations, should that be insufficient in spurring your endeavours then," he pointed and wagged a thin scrawny finger at me, "then the house will be penalised." I stood there in horror not so much for the threat to my sporting pastimes more the possibilities of what reprisals my housemates would take if I failed and they lost privileges such as the use of the swimming pool or worse confined to school grounds on Sunday afternoons when we were allowed out, especially as the village sweet shop was a major attraction if not a weekly necessity, the thought that I could be responsible for such a loss quelled me to my innermost being and I resolved to do what I could to redress my deplorable position. "Cavendish," Mr Hather spoke bringing me back to earth. "Sir," I whispered. "Close your mouth and go boy," he thundered. I snapped my stupefied open mouth shut and exited his study trembling with terror if I should fail. Accordingly I duly presented myself at Mr Goodstock's study door at the required time. My state of nervousness was reduced by the fact that we had won our House Match against Corinth House and the celebratory tea afterwards had been deliciously received. I could still taste the heavenly local raspberry jam on my lips as I knocked on the heavy oak door; my rapping sounding exceptionally loud in this part of the building which was deserted and quiet at this time of the day. The door opened swiftly and I found myself gazing up at the celebrated Mr Goodstock, he was some thirty years of age, clean-shaven and of a well proportioned size. He also smiled and I felt it was a true smile full of warmth and my apprehension lessened further. "Ah Cavendish is it enter, enter?" he half bowed his head and I anxiously entered his study. I was surprised to discover that this was in fact his rooms rather than his study. I had as all new boys had done attended tea in my House Tutors rooms where his wife had provided lukewarm tea and lukewarm crumpets but that was a Housemasters residence, I had also rather to often for my liking attended Mr Hather in his school study so I knew the difference. Mr Goodstock's rooms consisted of a large room with views over the school grounds, there was a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, several bookcases, a sideboard and a table and in front of the fireplace two very comfortable looking armchairs. I noticed a door at the other end of the room which I assumed to led to a bathroom as the room was consistent with my own dormitory which I shared with nine other boys in my year. Mr Goodstock closed the door behind me and placing a hand on my shoulder directed me towards the fireplace. "This way boy, lets have a proper look at you," he said gently directing my footsteps. I found myself being positioned in front of him as he sat in one of the armchairs. The fire was lit and gave off a pleasing warmth which I felt down my side. I stood still not quite at attention as Mr Goodstock observed me. "Good, very good," he murmured and then beckoned me forward with his finger adding in a louder voice, "step forward boy and lets have a proper look at you." Trained to obey I stepped forward and found myself standing between his opened legs. I stood uncomplaining as he first of all removed my blazer, placing it carefully on the side table beside him and then one by one all my other items of clothing followed until I stood completely naked. Mr Goodstock now stroked various parts of my body murmuring his appreciation, as I was turned round and round. "Beautiful," he whispered leaning forward and gently twisting my left nipple between his fingers, I shivered at this unexpected touch and at the strange sensations his action caused me to feel. He now stood up and placed his hand on my right buttock and squeezed the soft flesh, "Exquisite," he said, "this way now," and again with his hand on my back he directed my steps towards the bed. Here he pulled back the covers, exposing the white bottom sheet, I remember noticing slight discoloured stains on the sheet then he turned back to me and picked me up and laid me in the middle of the bed where I noticed the stains were more in evident. I lay on my back confused and bewildered and watched as Mr Goodstock undressed, despite my concerned state I found myself staring as his body was revealed. I had never seen a naked man before; my parents were somewhat Victorian in some ways and I became fascinated as Mr Goodstock's muscular torso was revealed, he had a dark patch of rough hair on the centre of his chest with similar growth circling his nipples which I noticed were protruding. Now his strapping legs were exposed, these were powerfully built and I admired the obvious strength. Now he removed his undergarment and for the first time I beheld a man's naked erect penis. I found I could not take my eyes of this apparition and I felt a shiver of anticipation as I gazed on this pulsing part of his body. He had large testicles which swung underneath his thick rod of flesh and there was more of the rough curly hair around his groin. He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me his penis jutting high into the air and I could see that there was some liquid forming at the tip, clear liquid which slowly began to run down the side of the pulsing lump of flesh. He turned on his side reaching across me to get something from the bedside table, in doing so his wet penis came into contact with my tummy and I could feel its heat, its warmth as he throbbed against me. He opened the tube from the table and squeezed its contents onto his fingers, I could see it was lotion or ointment; it was transparent much like the stuff discharging from his glans. He smiled at me, "Time to get you ready," he said, "now open your legs please," I opened my legs as requested, "no wider please," he added moving to give me more room, his penis swaying in the air and a drop of the strange liquid dripped slowly onto the sheet, suddenly I had an idea what may have caused the discoloured stains. Gently he began to smooth the stuff from the tube onto my body between my legs, I twitched at the first touch but his gentle touch was soothing and I slowly relaxed as he massaged me; when his finger touched my bumhole I tensed but he smiled and told me in a soft voice, "don't worry just relax, we need to stretch you." At this I trembled and then as his soothing fingers did their work I relaxed wondering what he meant by 'stretching'. I knew I did stretches for physical exercise but we were supposed to be exercising my mind not my body so I tried to work out what he meant. When his finger slipped inside me I jumped and he calmed me down. "Hey," he whispered, "that's okay just relax now just let me find," as he spoke I felt his finger touch something inside me and an amazing sensation rocked my body making me gasp out loud, "Good eh," he grinned and I found myself smiling back at him. "Yess sir," I managed to gasp back. He bent forward and kissed me gently directly on the lips. No one had ever done that to me and it felt comforting. Now he continued to push his finger in and out and around my bumhole, occasionally making me twitch as he found that special spot, each time the sensation felt better and better. After a while I felt a change and realised that there was now more than one finger inside me. He now changed his position so that he was kneeling between my now wide open legs, his fingers moving backwards and forwards probing further and further each time. He handed me the tube of lotion. "We need a bit more lubrication," he told me and I unscrewed the top and squeezed a big dollop of the stuff onto his glistening fingers and I watched as he returned them to my bumhole noticing how easily they slipped inside. A few minutes later he bent down and again kissed me. "I think you're ready now," he smiled and for some reason I smiled back. He leaned back and then said, "Now I want you to hold your legs open as wide as you can get them and if you feel any pain just take deep breaths and the pain will go away." I was concentrating on holding my legs open and did not really hear the 'pain' bit. Once I felt I was in the correct position I looked up to see he was rubbing more of the lubrication stuff on his penis. I stared at the glistening sausage and then he was there, he moved close in-between my legs, arranging himself and then I felt him at my entrance, only this was not his fingers. I looked up at him there was an intent look on his face. "Deep breath," he said and then he pushed forward. I felt the pressure against my bumhole pushing into me, for a moment I felt concerned, he must have seen or felt my tension because he whispered, "Relax." At this I obediently relaxed and then felt myself filling up as he sank into me. I was still not sure what he was doing or what was going on but I was an obedient boy and I lay still holding my legs as wide as I could. I felt his weight on me as he adjusted his position so his arms were either side of my head and then as he moved back and forth I felt another tickly scratchy sensation against my testicles as his curly hair rubbed up against my body. "So tight, so beautifully tight," he whispered as he moved back and forwards. I lay there as he moved in and out of me I was not sure about what I was feeling except for the odd time that his penis touched that special place inside me when that happened I felt very, very good and I waited for those moments. Suddenly Mr Goodstock began to move faster and as my head was now pressed up against his chest I could feel his heartbeat racing, then he groaned and thrust into me, I could feel his penis grow bigger, throbbing and then I felt something else, something squishy. He collapsed down on me, breathing heavily for a few moments and then he moved backwards and downwards I was aware of a sense of emptiness as he removed himself from me. Curious I looked down and caught sight of his penis, it was still hard but not as tense and it glistened with a different liquid, this was more of a pearly substance. "Well done," he said and again warmed me with that smile, "now that I'm done lets take care of you," he added. I looked up at him with a puzzled look, 'take care of me' what did he mean by that. In seconds I knew; he bent forward and sucked my now hard penis into his mouth, at the same time he slid his fingers back inside me. I gasped the sensation was incredible and I felt a wonderful warmth overtake my whole body. Up till then I had not been aware that my own penis had grown from the tiny inch droop of flesh into this long three-inch tube of wonder. As he suckled at my penis and rubbed inside me up against that special spot I felt the warm feeling growing hotter and hotter, my skin was itching with but only his tongue rasping against the head of my penis was able to scratch the itch and then I gasped as my body felt like it was floating. I felt such an intense pleasure that left me gasping and twitching on the bed. Mr Goodstock sat up smiling down on me. I beamed back at him still feeling euphoric with pleasure, I decided that I liked being taken care of in that way. "That's more like it," grinned Mr Goodstock, "now to work." I sat up and followed Mr Goodstock to the desk where he sat me down and began to test me on my abilities. I remember glancing at the pile of my clothes on the table by the armchair but once then the work Mr Goodstock placed in front of me took my full attention. As I worked through the exercises Mr Goodstock occasionally stroked my back and hair and sometimes my penis which remained hard, everytime he touched me there I felt an echo of that amazing warm feeling and part of me wondered would he do that again. At last he leaned back in his chair and rubbed my hair, "Good, good work, that will be enough for this time, mustn't tire your brain out." I felt pleased at his words, working with him was different to class and I found that I had actually enjoyed being pushed by him. He looked at his watch, "Hmm," he said, "I think we have just enough time before high tea for a little more fun." "Fun," I repeated curiously. He smiled and stood up, again I could see his penis was hard like before, he held out his hand to me and I took it and we strolled across the room to the bed. Again he lifted me up and placed me as before, I was aware that the bed was slightly damp underneath me. "Open your legs," he asked, obediently I did as he asked. He felt between my legs slipping a finger inside me with no sign of discomfort. "Good looks you are still slick from the last time," and he took his position as before between my outspread legs, without being asked I held my legs wide as before, again he bent forward and kissed me and as he did so I felt him at my bumhole. "Deep breath," he whispered and eased himself forward, his entry this time was simpler. I knew what to expect and found that the feeling of being filled as before was just as intense, again I enjoyed the sensation when he rubbed me in that special spot and I tried to move to make him rub it more often, his movements this time were quicker and more intent and I gasped as he hit a steady rhythm which meant he was hitting my spot and the waves of pleasure flooded through me as I pulsed and twitched beneath him. All too soon I heard the gasp of his pleasure, felt his penis expand and pulse and that same squishy sensation inside me, again as before he collapsed on top of me and I felt his heartbeat slowing. He slid himself out of me and I lay back expectantly. He lay beside me quiet and then leaned over me and kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you," he said and sat up. "But," I said disappointed and he looked at me. Why I don't know but I wriggled my hips making my hard penis waggle, "arn't you going to take care of me like last time?" I asked pleadingly. He stopped and laughed and lay back down and once again I felt the pleasure of his mouth and his fingers. In seconds I was squirming as the ultimate pleasure caught me again, it was not as intense as the last time but I felt like I was flying as my body shook with delight. I lay on the bed trembling as I calmed down, Mr Goodstock sat there smiling at me. "Better now?" he chuckled. I nodded my approval. "Come on now Davenport time for high tea," he said, "get a move on." I climbed off the bed and headed for the fireplace where my clothes were, behind me Mr Goodstock was already dressing. Once I was ready Mr Goodstock knelt down to check me over, he smoothed his hand down my shirt and tucked the back into my shorts where it had gathered, he then held me close and kissed me again. "You did well today," he whispered his hand slid up the side of my shorts and caressed me between the legs, " hmm, still stiff I see." For a moment I looked back at the bed wondering if he was going to 'take care of me again' and I knew part of me wanted him to. "Come on," he said standing up, "Crumpets and scones await," and we left his room for the dining room. That night as I lay in my bed listening to the sounds of the other boys sleeping I relived the days events, I noticed my penis had got hard and as I fell asleep I wished he was there to take care of me. The next day, Sunday I stood outside his door, he had asked to see me after church, the Sunday service being compulsory attendance for both pupils and masters I had seen him in the church sitting with the other masters but had no idea if he saw me. After the service we filed out into the quad where we lined up and waited respectively as the masters and staff led by the padre paraded before us, I watched Mr Goodstock as he walked past, he was talking animatedly with Mr Hather my Housemaster. I wondered if he was talking about me. The formal part of the service was over when we were dismissed and quietly we began to go on our respective ways. The masters now began to congregate into small groups and boys joined these groups, these were the core of the extra activities and hobbies clubs, Sunday being the major day for taking part in such activities, I myself was part of the model building group and normally I would have joined the group anxious to hear who was now making what but my presence was required elsewhere and I made my way to Mr Goodstock's room. He opened the door to my knock and greeted me enthusiastically, I noticed he was wearing a light grey suit and his black gown was slung across the back of one of the armchairs before the fire. "Come in, come in Cavendish," he smiled and led the way to the desk. Here I was put to work on some handwriting exercises, normally the time after church and before Sunday dinner was spent on checking homework and writing the required letter home. Obviously Mr Goodstock had heard from Hathers about my sloppy handwriting, my parents had commented to me on their return letters about my lack of 'precision' as the put it. After a half hour of continual copying Mr Goodstock produced a page of headed paper and told me to write my letter. As I wrote down the weeks events I was pleased to see that the strict repetition had some effect on my hand and my writing was improved. "Excellent," boomed Mr Goodstock, "I am sure that after a few more such sessions we will manage a lasting effect of your calligraphy skills." I blushed pleased at his remarks. "Although I think we need to do a lot more work on your vocabulary as your letter whilst informative is somewhat bare of descriptive expression," he said and my heart sank a little, he went on, "now for the future you will take prep with me so as from tomorrow please bring your work to my study. Mr Hather will inform your Prep prefect and monitors of the arrangement. Is that clear?" "Yes Mr Goodstock," I replied my voice small. I enjoyed the camaraderie of working with my fellow classmates they were supportive and would help when you found the set work difficult. The Prep prefect Deanstock Major was especially helpful and I had come to rely on him, I began to feel out of my depth. "Now do you have anything else you have to do before Sunday dinner?" Mr Goodstock asked. Still concerned about the change to my schedule I was not thinking about what Mr Goodstock was saying. "No sir," I replied, "My form has the use of the pool this afternoon but my work is up to date if I have any free time then I am working on my model of Nelson's flagship Victory." "Well then," he smiled, "I think we have some time before Sunday lunch for some more fun then," and he took my hand and led me towards the bed. End of Part One To be continued...... 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