Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 06:36:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boarding School Teacher - Part 3

Boarding School Teacher -- Part 3
By Bill

Time: January, 1978

The students streamed into Mark's classroom, chattering
among themselves.  It was their first class period of the
new semester -- 7th grade American History - and all of the
boys were curious about the new teacher.  He was young and
handsome, dressed (like his students) in coat-and-tie
preppy attire.

"Gentlemen!  Take your seats and let's get started."

The boys were arranged alphabetically, so Mark's seating
chart let him identify each student by name.  He had
already met all of the 7th grade boarding students, but he
was seeing the more-numerous day students for the first
time.  As when he'd first met the boarders, his mind
automatically began sorting out which ones were the most
appealing to his boy-lover sensibilities.   Although some
of the day students were undeniably cute, none approached
the erotic beauty of Brian Johansson, the boy now sitting
in the middle of the second row of the classroom.  Mark
tried not to stare at the stunningly beautiful blond-haired
angel, but he couldn't help glancing.  Brian's roommate and
best friend, Tommy Morris, sat a few seats over... also
very appealing, but in a more conventional way.

"Alright," began Mark; "who can tell me where you left off
in this course before your Christmas holiday?"  A number of
hands shot up, Brian's and Tommy's among them, but Mark
scanned the room and picked out a day-student from the back
row who wasn't expecting to be called upon.  In fact, he
was absentmindedly rubbing the front of his khaki trousers.
Looking at the seating chart Mark said "Mr. Winters?"

"Yes sir?" said the boy.  His barely-adolescent voice
jumped an octave in mid-syllable, much to his
embarrassment.  "I guess it was...."

"Stand up, please, whenever you speak in class.  It's the
rule in all my classes."

The 13-year-old was right in the middle of his adolescent
growth spurt, and his lanky body was awkward as he stood.
It was immediately evident that the boy had an erection
pushing out the material of his khakis.  (Indeed, this had
been Mark's hope when choosing him.)  A few of the other
students noticed as well, judging from their sly grins and
suppressed snickers.  Mark didn't let on that he noticed,
but his mind was delightedly picturing what the boy would
look like if his clothes disappeared and his boner were on
full display.

"The end of the Civil War?" said the boy tentatively, as if
he didn't trust his own memory.  He belatedly folded his
hands in front of himself to conceal his erection.

"Thank you, Mr. Winters.  You may sit down."

It was no surprise that the teacher Mark had replaced, a
veteran of 35 years teaching at Hardcrest Prep, had
finished the first semester exactly where the syllabus
specified.  "And who can tell me what the period
immediately following the end of the American Civil War is
called?"

Far fewer hands went up this time, but Tommy seemed the
most enthusiastic.

"Mr. Morris?"

"Yes, sir," said the 12-year-old in a bright and eager
voice as he stood up.  "It was called the Reconstruction."

"Correct," said the teacher, and he wrote the word in big
letters on the chalk-board behind him as Tommy sat back
down.  "You guys didn't have any reading assignment in
preparation for this first class, so I'm afraid you'll have
to listen to me do all the talking for the next 45 minutes.
In the future, there will be lots of class participation
from all of you, and I'll assign each of you to get up here
and lead a discussion several times during the semester."

And then Mark began a recap of the Civil War... from a
psychological perspective rather than a  military or
political one... focusing on the animosity between the
Yankees and Rebels, and how it had grown even more toxic as
the warfare continued for 4 years.  The teacher didn't
mention names of generals or politicians, or significant
dates.  That information had been taught by his
predecessor.  Instead, he gave intimate descriptions of the
carnage of battle, the privation of civilians in the war
zones, and the abuse of prisoners of war.  He spoke in raw
and dramatic terms that were designed to captivate the
interest and emotions of the average 12- and 13-year-old.
When he mentioned battles, he didn't discuss strategy or
even who won.  Instead he evoked the fear of young men who
were required to advance over an open wheat field, or up a
steep hill, or over a narrow stone bridge... while bullets
flew in the air around them like a swarm of angry hornets.
He described how officers pacing back and forth among the
advancing ranks tried to psych the troops by turning their
abject fear into bitter hatred of the enemy.

Mark was good at this; a natural teacher of 7th grade boys.
He genuinely liked being around boys, and not just because
they were the objects of his lust.  And the boys liked him
in return... unaware that his outward charisma disguised
roiling emotional turmoil from his taboo sexual fantasies.
After 45 minutes, every one of the boys was still
mesmerized by the dramatic recitation.  When the bell rang
to signal the end of the class, none began to gather his
things to leave; they all wanted to hear what came next.

"So that's the context in which Reconstruction begins,"
Mark concluded.  "A defeated South, whose civilians and
former soldiers bitterly hated the victorious North... and
Yankees intent on rubbing their victory into the faces of
the Rebels out of desire for revenge.  OK; that's it.  Now
get on to your second-period classes."

As the students filed out, Tommy and Brian were the last
ones to reach the door.   Then they came up to Mark, Brian
said "Cool class, sir!" in a cheerful voice, and headed
into the hall.

"I'll catch up with you in a minute, Brian," said Tommy to
his friend.

The handsome brown-haired boy looked up at Mark with an
admiring gaze and said, "I think you're the best teacher
I've ever had, Mr. Jenkins!"

"Well, thanks, Tommy.  I'm glad you liked my lecture.  So
are you interested in history?"

"Yeah!" said Tommy.  "I really am.  I've been reading a lot
about World War II and Civil War and Ancient Rome and
stuff like that.  I really like books that have cool
pictures of battles and stuff."

"Maybe I could lend you some of mine," said Mark.  "I'm
having my books shipped from Ohio, and they should be
delivered here in the next day or so.  There are some I
think you'll really like."  Mark put his arm on the boy's
shoulder, giving it a little squeeze, as they walked to the
door.

"Thanks, sir!" said the boy with a big grin, and he scooted
off down the hall.

Mark's next class was the other section of the same history
class, bringing in the rest of the school's 7th graders.
He duplicated his lecture, again speaking without notes,
and held the rapt attention of these boys as well.

The third period in his schedule was what Mark had really
been anticipating -- the 7th and 8th grade athletic period,
for which Mark was the wrestling coach.  As he quickly made
his way to the gym to change clothes, his mind and body
were buzzing with erotic tension.  Hardcrest was a small
school, and of the total of 60 students in those two grades,
only 18 of the 12- to 14-year-old boys had chosen wrestling,
instead of the more popular basketball, for their winter
sport.

Mark stepped from the teachers' locker room wearing
sweatpants (with a jockstrap underneath), a t-shirt, and a
whistle around his neck.  As he walked past the students'
locker room, boys were still changing into their athletic
clothes -- short loose athletic shorts of thin white cotton,
t-shirts, and jockstraps... regular size for the more
developed students, and smaller pouches for those boys with
pre-pubescent genitals.

"Come on guys; hurry it up!" he called from the doorway.
While he was careful not to obviously stare, his eyes took
in the wonderful sight of boys taking down their
underpants, while others were pulling on jockstraps to
cradle penises and scrotums at various stages of maturity.
He only stood there a few seconds, but it was long enough
for his own penis to begin stirring.  He was grateful to be
wearing a jock himself, to disguise his arousal, and he
pulled the t-shirt out of his pants to hide it even better.
At the end of wrestling practice, he knew, there would be
the opportunity for a much better view of naked boys.

"Alright guys," Mark said in a loud voice to the 18 boys
milling around in the wrestling room.  "Everyone gather
around in front of me and sit down."  Even though the
weather outside was snowy and cold, the room was quite
warm.  The boys would all be soaking with sweat by the end
of the class, and they were required to take showers
before they could go on to lunch period.

"For those who haven't met me yet, I'm Mr. Jenkins.  I've
taken Mr. Ruppert's place, and I intend to make this class
a great experience for all of you... those who just started
wrestling last month, as well as for those who have
wrestled previously.  In order for me to get an idea of
your skill levels, I want you to match up with another boy
who's about your weight and your experience."

The boys moved quickly to find partners, with Brian and
Tommy pairing with each other immediately.

"Spread out and do one minute of full-strength wrestling,
starting from the standing position.  Ready... go!"  He
watched as the young boys pulled and pushed inexpertly at
each other, trying to take their opponent down to the mat.
Only a few seemed to know what they were doing.  At the end
of the minute Mark blew his whistle, and the boys relaxed.

"Not bad at all!" he said encouragingly.  "Let me show you
some good moves from the standing position, and then you
can try them out.  I need a volunteer."

Tommy, sitting right in front of Mark, practically
levitated off the mat in an effort to raise his hand high.
Mark would have preferred to demonstrate on Brian, but
Tommy would be almost as good.

"OK, Tommy.  You and I will teach these guys a take-down.
Let me do the move on you in slow motion first, and then
you try it on me at full speed."  Mark slowly slid to his
knees, close to Tommy's feet, and wrapped his arms around
the boy's legs, with his head pressed against the side of
the 12-year-old's hip.

"This is how you start the basic double-leg take-down," he
said, as he held the boy close.  While half his mind was
busy talking about technique and leverage, the other half
was analyzing the boy's delicious scent; the feel of his
slender bare legs, so smooth and firm; and the jock-covered
boy-penis that was pressing against his shoulder.  Then he
lifted and neatly landed the boy on the mat.  It felt so
good to be holding a boy so close, but he needed to keep it
professional, so he quickly stood up.  "Now you try it on
me, Tommy."

As the 7th grader knelt down, and his arms encircled the
man's legs, the side of his face was right on Mark's
crotch.  Tommy was strong for a 12-year-old, and he quickly
put the cooperating teacher down on the mat.

And so it went for the rest of the 45-minute class... lots
of body contact from demonstrations by Mark on various
boys, and lots of watching boys rolling around on the mat
with each other.

"OK; that's it guys.  Excellent practice!  Time to get your
showers."

Several days previously, when Mark had talked to the
headmaster about the specifics of his duties, he could
barely disguise his excitement at hearing that he was
responsible for monitoring the locker room while all of the
7th and 8th graders -- wrestlers and basketball players
alike - showered and got dressed.  The aim was to assure
that none of the boys skipped his shower, and that there
was no dangerous rough-housing.

As Mark entered the locker room, it was already a bustle of
activity.  The boys from the basketball class had arrived a
bit earlier, and some were already walking stark naked to
and from the group-shower room.  The boys ignored Mark's
presence as he stood just inside the doorway, while they
stripped off their athletic clothes and paraded around in
unembarrassed nudity.  Any boy who had been shy about his
body back in September, when the school year started, had
long since gotten over it by January.

Only after emerging from the shower room, with water
shimmering on their smooth skin, would the youngsters be
able to cover themselves a towel grabbed from a big rolling
hamper.  Until then, their nude young bodies were on full
display.  Since there were only 15 showerheads, a line of
boys formed outside the shower room, offering a parade of
penises for Mark to mentally salivate over... living
pornography for his rampant boy-lust.  He feasted his eyes
on the remarkable variety of genitals.  There were penises
of every description and size, from small and immature to
those well-along into adolescence.  (This being the United
States in the 1970s, nearly all of them were circumcised,
as was Mark himself.)  Their ball-sacks were nearly as
varied in appearance and degree of maturity.  Many of the
boys were totally hairless above their dicks, while others
were just beginning to grow some dark hairs, and a few had
respectable bushes of curly pubic hair.

While Mark took in the amazing display of boy-flesh, his
eyes sought out Brian and Tommy.  He found them standing
next to each other, facing toward the cubbies that
contained their school clothes, and chatting as they
undressed.  Shirts came off, then shoes and socks, then the
athletic shorts.  They both paused, wearing only their
small-size jockstraps, which revealed almost the entirety
of their slender rounded butts. They turned to face each
other, in profile to Mark's view, and pulled down the jocks
almost simultaneously.  The teacher stopped breathing for a
moment and almost gasped aloud at the sight of the naked
boys' penises and balls. Both boys were the very essence of
12-year-old eroticism.  Brian's penis and balls were more
boyish than his friend's... the penis slender, with a
narrower glans... his scrotum smaller and rounded... and
there wasn't a hint of pubic hair.  Tommy's development was
further along, with a thicker penis, a cock-head slightly
broader than the penis shaft, and half-size balls hanging
in their soft scrotal sack.  Above his penis was the first
sprouting of dark pubic hairs.  They walked over to get in
line for the showers, still chatting, not bothering to hide
their nudity in any way.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off them, and his imagination
overflowed with erotic scenarios... of the two of them
having sex with each other, in all the ways of the boys in
one of his recently-purchased porn magazines... and of Mark
having sex with them, separately and together.  His heart
was racing and his cock was totally rigid inside the
confines of his jockstrap.

A quiet voice right beside him startled Mark out of his
fantasy.

"You're being a little too obvious, Mr. Jenkins."

Mark almost jumped from the surprise. Only a few feet away
stood Chris, the effeminate 8th grader who had essentially
seduced Mark the night before, with a towel held loosely
around his waist with one hand.  Chris looked back over his
shoulder at Brian and Tommy, standing in line for their
turn in the shower.

"Looking at Brian sure is a treat for the eyes, but
everyone will notice if you stare at him for so long,"
Chris continued, in a low voice.  "And as I told you
yesterday, you aren't going to get him anyway.  He's seems
hung up on being a good little boy, and I think he's just
not ready to be horny yet.  Tommy might be a better shot,
since he's getting his pube hair and all, but he's not one
of the "players" on the boarding corridor either, and I
doubt he even knows how to jack off yet."

"Well, uh, thanks, Chris," said Mark, quite uncomfortable
about having this kind of discussion, even in hushed tones;
"but I'm not really interested in..."

Chris cut him off immediately.  "Oh, please!  Are you
forgetting what we did last night?" he said, grinning.
Then he added in a sensuous voice, "I know what you want,
Mr. Jenkins, and you can get it from me anytime you like."
The 13-year-old pulled the towel from around his waist and
rubbed his wet hair with it, giving Mark a close-up view of
his sexy penis and balls.

"Uh... you'd better get dressed now, Chris," said the
teacher, as he now tried to avert his eyes from the erotic
sights all around him.

Mark got through the rest of the school day without any
further drama.  His only other class was 11th grade World
History (where his twisted erotic sensibilities focused on
the most dominant-looking boys... "rough trade" in the
parlance of the homo-erotic pulp novels).  During the free
periods, he occupied himself with preparing for the next
day's classes.  At 4:00, when the day students had gone
home, he walked up the stairs to the boarding corridor and
saw several boxes on the floor outside the door of his
room.

"I think your books got here, Mr. Jenkins!"  It was Tommy,
bounding out of his room when he saw the teacher walk past
his open door.

"I believe you're right," said Mark.  "Do you want to help
me with them?"

"Sure!"

They carried the four cardboard boxes in and set them
beside the bed.  Mark knew he was tempting fate by bringing
the boy into his room, but he left the door open so things
wouldn't go too far.

"Have a seat and I'll show you some that I think you'll
like," said Mark.  He opened a box and pulled out a few
books before finding the one he wanted.  "You said you were
interested in the Civil War and books with good pictures.
Check this one out."

They sat side-by-side on the bed, knees almost touching.
When the boy opened the large book, his eyes widened in
wonder as he paged through it.  Every page had a different
full-color print, reproducing highly-detailed and realistic
paintings by several artists.  Close-ups of grizzled
veteran soldiers in worn-out uniforms, of 17-year-olds
shown just before going into their first battle, and of
sweet-faced 12-year-old drummer boys whose lives were in
almost as much danger as the older troops.  Scenes of camp
life. And battle scenes revealing dramatic moments of
intense fighting - brutal and desperate hand-to-hand
combat... charging masses of troops being mauled by bullets
and artillery explosions... naval battles, with detail of a
gun crew working while a canon shell exploded in their
midst.

"Wow!  This is SO cool!" said Tommy, not lifting his eyes
from the book as he turned the pages.

"You can borrow it for a few days if you'd like."

"Thanks, sir!" said the boy, looking up and beaming with
delight.

"And you said you liked the ancient civilizations too.
I've always had an admiration for Greeks myself.  They had
the best armies in the world for several centuries, until
the Romans won out.  They also invented the sport of
wrestling as we know it today... not to mention democracy,
history, realistic sculpture, architecture that we still
copy, poetry, and philosophy.  Here; take a look."  He
opened a book that had been published in England in the
late 19th century (a lucky find at a used-book store) which
had distinctly homoerotic overtones.  Mark turned to a
lithograph of some Greek soldiers in battle.  They wore the
basic armor (helmet, breastplate, and shin guards) but were
otherwise naked.  The teacher spoke briefly about the
strategy of the "hoplites", with their long spears and
overlapping shields, as Tommy listened and looked at the
pictures of nearly-naked soldiers.

"And as I said, the Greeks basically invented wrestling."
With the book resting on both their laps, Mark turned to
another chapter, stopping at a picture of two naked youths
wrestling, under the watchful eye an old man who was either
their instructor or the referee. The hairless genitals of
one boy were clearly shown, as was the shapely butt of the
other.

"Did they really wrestle naked?" asked Tommy.

"Yes; always.  The Greeks thought that the male body was
the most beautiful thing in all of nature.  They weren't
any more ashamed to be naked while wrestling than you guys
are to be seen by each other in the showers of the locker
room."

"But what if they got a...  you know." Tommy blushed and
didn't finish the thought.

"You mean an erection?" asked the teacher.  The boy nodded.
"They weren't ashamed of erections either.  The Greeks saw
the erect penis as a symbol of masculinity and strength,
and if you got one while you were wrestling, it was like a
good-luck symbol for your victory.  At every gymnasium,
which in ancient Greece was a combination of school and
athletic arena, there was always a statue of the god Hermes
with an erect penis."  Mark turned to a vase painting
portraying a carved "Herm" with a dramatically-large
phallus.   "You can look at this book here in my room, but
it's too old and fragile for me to lend out."

Tommy turned more pages, looking at the pictures but not
reading the text.  He stopped and stared when he came to a
series of vase paintings in a chapter about the Greek
practice of man-boy love.  Each picture showed the pairing
of a man and a boy, and in several, one or both had stiff
cocks.  In one picture, a bearded man with a prominent
erection was fondling the much-smaller penis of a young,
smooth-faced boy.  Mark said nothing, but he moved his knee
closer to Tommy's until they touched softly.  The boy
glanced up at the man and gave him a sweet, innocent smile,
before turning back to the pictures in the book.

"Hey, Tommy!"  It was Brian, dressed in outdoor clothes,
calling from the hallway through the open door.  "We're
going out to play in the snow.  Come on!"

Tommy looked over at Mark as if asking his permission.

"Go for it, buddy!" said the teacher encouragingly.  "Get
outside and have some fun.  You can come by another time to
see my books."

When he closed the door behind the boy, Mark suddenly felt
the intensity of his body's sexual tension.  A trembling
shiver ran through him as he breathed deeply and glowed
with happiness.  It had gone off exactly as he had hoped,
building on his emerging friendship, but not going too far.

He opened the book that Tommy had been looking at and
turned to the prints of pederastic vase paintings.  He
imagined himself as one of the men - an "erastes" - with
Tommy as his young protégé and lover - his "eromenos".
He locked the door and unzipped his trousers, stroking his
cock while his brain played with the mental image of making
love to the boy, beside a pool of water in a luxurious
Athenian villa.  Then he set the book down, stripped off
his clothing, got the bottle of lubricant, and retrieved
one of his porn magazines from its hiding place. "Grade-A
Chicken", it was titled, with pictures of a single boy who
resembled Tommy, though a year or two older.  Mark studied
the pictures of the boy... starting out clothed, then
shedding his clothing, then posing naked... first with a
soft penis and then with a beautiful young-adolescent
boner... and then jacking himself to a spurting cum.  The
man masturbated joyfully as his eyes scanned each erotic
image.  Whenever a picture was especially hot, he would
dwell on it, connecting it in his mind to Tommy, working
himself almost to the brink of orgasm, and then backing
away again.  He did this again and again, prolonging the
erotic experience as long as possible.  When he could no
longer hold back, he closed his eyes and let the scenes of
Tommy... now joined by Brian as well... play out in the
theater behind his eyelids.  As he stroked himself in
urgent ecstatic jerks, his semen gushed out with impressive
velocity and volume.  "God, that was so nice!" he murmured
to himself as he cleaned up.

Later that day, after supper, the boarding students drifted
off in different directions.  Some went to their rooms to
do their homework, others to watch TV in the commons-room,
and others to the gym to play basketball until it was time
to return to their rooms, followed an hour later by
bedtime.

As Mark was walking toward the gym, Tommy ran up to him and
said: "Hi, Mr. Jenkins!  Are we gonna be able to use the
wrestling room now, like we were talking about yesterday?"

Mark made a face.  "Darn it!  I was going to talk to the
headmaster about that, but I never got the chance.  I'll do
it tomorrow for certain."

"OK," said the boy; "because I want to get really good at
wrestling.  I plan to make the varsity team when I'm a 9th
grader!" he said proudly.  "They wear such cool uniforms
when they have their matches against other schools!"

"Tell you what," said Mark impulsively.  "Do you want me to
show you the varsity locker room?"  And then he added for
good measure: "I can let you try on a uniform if you like."
The chance to see Tommy naked again, up close, excited him
instantly.

"Really?  That would be great!"

The locker rooms were a floor below the basketball courts,
and Mark had a key that unlocked all the gym's doors.  He
didn't have any specific duties that evening, and the other
hall-master was monitoring the basketball activity, so Mark
knew he wouldn't be missed.

He opened the door, turned on the lights and heat, and
closed the door behind them... unobtrusively turning the
lock from the inside.

"Wow!" said Tommy.  "I've always wondered what it was like
in here.  Everything's much more spread out and fancy than
in our locker room."

"Here are the uniforms," said Mark.  "Still want to try one
on?"

"Yeah!"

The teacher got the smallest set, made to fit a boy in the
lightest weight class.  The uniform consisted of a tank-top
that snapped under the crotch, long stirrup-tights, and
short outer pants that looked like a tight European-style
swim suit.  All were of a shiny smooth fabric, in
contrasting colors, and were designed to fit skin-tight.

"OK, Tommy; take off your clothes and try it on."

The boy took off his shirt and undershirt, then his shoes
and socks, then his khakis.  When he was down to just his
white briefs, he reached for the uniform shirt.

Mark almost stopped him to suggest a jockstrap, salivating
at the thought of seeing Tommy's penis and balls, but
reluctantly decided to let it pass.

When Tommy had finished putting on the uniform, he looked
at himself in a mirror, admiring the image.

"This is awesome, Mr. Jenkins!  I feel stronger just from
wearing it... like a super-hero or something!"

"Yeah; you really do look awesome, Tommy," said the teacher
with total honesty.  "You're going to be a terrific varsity
wrestler in just a couple years, and I'll help you get
there."

"Thanks, Mr. Jenkins!  Say; how about you put one on too!"

Mark grinned.  "Sure!" he said.  This was working out
nicely after all.  He selected a uniform off the rack and
found a clean jockstrap.  As he began undressing right
beside Tommy, he was well-aware that the boy was watching
closely.  Mark was proud of his body... his broad shoulders
and trim waist.  And even though his genitals were slightly
smaller than average - their form essentially unchanged
since he was 13 - he knew from experience they were
appealing to young boys.  (He even kept his public hair
trimmed short and his balls shaved, to enhance the youthful
look.)  When he got down to just his boxer shorts, Mark
slowly lowered them as he heart thumped in his chest.
Watching out of the corner of his eye, Mark secretly
delighted at how interested Tommy was in viewing his
teacher's naked body, as he took his time pulling on the
jockstrap.

When he was fully dressed in the uniform, Mark said: "well;
what do you think?"

"You look GREAT, Mr. Jenkins!"

"Want to wrestle?"

"Yeah!" replied the boy happily.

Tommy made a reckless lunge at the man, grabbing him around
the waist.  Mark went easy for a while, making it seem as
though they were evenly matched.  But finally he lifted the
wiggling boy completely up in the air and gently laid him
down on the hard floor.  Mark loved feeling the boy's
straining body beneath him, but after a couple minutes of
play he quickly pinned Tommy on his back, in a half-nelson.
Mark held him there for several delicious moments, with his
left arm wrapped around Tommy's head and his right arm
between the boy's legs, reaching up to the lad's lower
back.  Tommy pretended to struggle, but his excited giggles
made it clear he was enjoying the experience of being
chest-to-chest with his teacher, his face pulled against
the man's musky armpit, and Mark's firm right bicep
pressing against Tommy's crotch.

Finally Mark let him up and draped his arm across Tommy's
shoulder.  "You're a good wrestler, buddy!" the teacher
said encouragingly.

"Can I look around the locker room some more and pretend
I'm on the team?" the boy asked.

"Sure.  We have plenty of time."

Tommy poked around until he came to the well-stocked
"trainer" area, an alcove with glass-faced cabinets holding
rolls of elastic bandages, tape, and ointments... and with
a padded massage table.

"You ever had a massage, Tommy?"

"No, sir.  What's it like?"

"How about I show you?" asked Mark.  "I'm pretty good at
giving a massage."

Mark knew he shouldn't do this, but his common sense was no
match for the sexual desire that was starting to take
control.  The offer of a massage was exactly the same ploy
he had used to seduce several boys at the other school...
the school from which he'd been fired for sexual
misconduct.

"OK!  What do I have to do?"

"First thing is to take off the uniform," said Mark.  "A
massage needs to be on bare skin."

Tommy stripped down to just his underwear again, looking
incredibly cute and unintentionally sexy, awaiting the next
instruction.  Mark wasn't going to ask him to get
completely naked... not yet, anyway.

"Now lie on the massage table, face down," said Mark, as
his pulse rate accelerated. The man covered the surface
with towels.  "Up you go."

When Tommy was in position... his legs slightly spread, his
arms at his sides, and his face turned toward the
teacher... Mark rubbed his hands together briskly to warm
them and slid them along the boy's upper back. Rubbing the
muscles around Tommy's shoulders and neck, he could feel
the boy relaxing.

"Does that feel good, Tommy?"

"Yes, sir.  Really nice!" he said dreamily.

"I'm going to move down a bit.  If anything I'm doing makes
you uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop. OK?"

"OK," said the boy in a sincere voice.

Mark's fingers trailed up and down the boy's spine a few
times, eliciting soft sighs.  Then he massaged lower, and
his fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of the snug
white briefs on each downward stroke.

"Now your legs," said Mark, and his hands glided slowly
over Tommy's cloth-covered butt... not staying to massage
it, but not moving fast either.  Mark looked at Tommy's
face to see if there was a negative reaction, but the boy's
expression was serene and his eyes closed.

The teacher slid his hands all the way down the backs of
both legs and started slowly working his way back up.  The
legs were slender and wonderfully smooth, the only hair
being soft and blond.  He began massaging Tommy's feet,
which were still boy-size and sexy enough that Mark
wondered briefly what it would be like to lick them and
suck the boy's toes.  Then he moved up to the calf,
massaging it deeply.  "If you had a tight muscle here, I
would knead it like this. Can you feel how it's stretching
the calf muscle?"

"Yeah!  It almost hurts, but sorta feels good too," he
said.

"And sometimes, an athlete pulls a muscle in his thigh...."
Mark's hands moved up the back of the boy's thigh, and then
down into the soft skin of the inner thigh.  "... and the
massage needs to be a lot gentler."  Mark began rubbing
both legs, one hand on each.  Every time they moved up, his
fingers just barely touched the underpants seam around
Tommy's leg.  He stopped talking for a minute as his
hands caressed the boy's skin, much gentler than a real
massage would be.  Gradually his fingers moved up farther,
sometimes sliding under the cotton material and extending
up on the lower part of the boy's buttocks, and sometimes
moving over top of the underpants on the way to rubbing the
boy's back some more.  Tommy was silent, except for an
occasional sign.  A few times, the boy's buttocks rose up
slightly as Mark's hands slid across them.

Mark took a deep breath, knowing that he was at another
"moment of truth".  His lust urged him to go for it, while
prudence tried to restrain him.  Not surprisingly, lust
prevailed again.  Although Mark's heart was racing, he
managed to make his voice sound relaxed and casual.

"Now I'm going to use some massage oil.  But I need to take
off your underpants, so they won't get all stained.  Is
that ok?"

There was a momentary hesitation while Tommy looked up into
his teacher's eyes. "OK," he murmured, in a soft voice that
was almost a whisper.  He smiled as Mark's fingers eased
under the waistband at either side of the briefs and gently
pulled.  Tommy raised up his midsection slightly to allow
the underpants to be lowered down his legs, and Mark made
sure the waistband didn't catch on the boy's penis, which
he fervently hoped was already erect.

Now Tommy lay completely naked, his eyes closing again.
The smile on his face betrayed his excitement at the taboo
thrill of what he was doing with the teacher he idolized.

Mark opened the cabinet behind him and got the bottle of
massage oil he had seen previously.

He poured a generous amount on his hand, rubbed both hands
together to warm the oil, and began massaging the middle of
Tommy's back.  Then he poured some oil directly onto the
small of the back, and used his hands to spread it across
the boy's firm smooth buttocks, eliciting almost inaudible
moans of pleasure.   Tommy's legs were spread slightly, and
Mark could see the back of the soft ball-sack.  Much as he
wanted to slide his fingers into the cleft and probe the
puckered flesh of Tommy's anus, the teacher chose to
take it slowly, and moved his hands up to the boy's
shoulders, and then down again to the legs.

Tommy's entire back side, from neck to ankles, glistened
with slippery oil.  Mark's hands moved across the boy's
whole body, but increasingly paused in transit to give
particular attention the incredibly sexy butt cheeks.
The sensual and sexual thrill almost made the man groan
aloud, but he managed to remain silent.

"That feel good, buddy?" Mark said, affecting a casual
tone, after long minutes of silence.

"Mmmmm... yeah... real good," Tommy replied, his voice a
little huskier than the usual high-pitched boyish tone.

"Remember what I said about us stopping anytime you like."

"I know."

"How about you roll over, and I'll work on your front."

The boy didn't answer or move at first, then he looked up
at Mark and said: "It's embarrassing, sir."

"You've got a boner, huh?" said Mark in a matter-of-fact
tone.  Tommy nodded, his face blushing slightly.  Mark
resumed massaging the boy's back as he spoke in a soft,
reassuring voice.

"I told you about what the ancient Greeks thought.  They
realized that an erection is a sign of masculine strength,
and it's something to be proud of.  Another thing about the
Greeks... they knew that the most important relationship in
the whole world is between a boy and a man who teaches him
about life."  The movement of Mark's hands was as soothing
as his words.  "A Greek man was responsible for teaching a
boy about war, about wrestling, about history, about what
is truly beautiful and interesting in the world... and
about the pleasures that a boy can experience as he begins
his journey into manhood.

"I really enjoy being your teacher in the American way, but
I'd also be honored to be your teacher in a Greek way
too... but only if you want to be my student.  I'm going to
ask you a question in a minute, and you only need to give
me a one-word answer.  If you say "American", we'll stop
and you'll get dressed.  There will be no hard feelings,
and I won't say another word about it.  We'll still be
friends, and I'll still help you become a great wrestler,
and you can still borrow my books.  But if you say "Greek",
you'll turn over on your back and show me your handsome
boner. You won't need to do anything but just lie back and
let me give you the most incredible pleasure.  It'll have
to be our secret, though, because a lot of people just
don't understand the wisdom of the Greeks anymore. So
what's you answer, Tommy?"

The boy bit his lower lip gently and took a deep breath,
and then rolled his body onto his back.  "Greek" he said,
grinning excitedly.

Mark's eyes scanned down the sleek young body, focusing
intently on Tommy's radiantly beautiful genitals.  The
penis was 4 inches [10cm] in length, exquisitely
proportioned, and totally rigid, with a well-defined glans
crowning it.  A smattering of short, straight hairs were
sprouting at its base.  His balls were the ideal esthetic
match for penis, cradled in a soft pouch of satin skin.

"Sir?" Tommy asked timidly.  "Could you... would you get
naked too, like in the pictures of the Greek boys and men
together?"  The boy's eyes trailed down to Mark's crotch,
where the vertical ridge along the crotch of the tight
wrestling uniform proclaimed the teacher's arousal.

"Sure," said Mark, smiling warmly.  He was so joyous at how
this encounter was progressing that he couldn't have cared
less at that moment about the inappropriateness of what he
was doing.  The outer clothing came off quickly.  Mark
pushed back his broad shoulders, puffed out his chest, and
tightened his abdominal muscles, showing off his body with
more than a little vanity.  Then he eased the jockstrap
down slowly to reveal his youthful-looking erection,
straining up as stiff as the man had ever experienced.

"Yours is really nice," said Tommy in a breathy voice.

"Yours too!" the man replied.  And then he began the
massage again.  He didn't dive onto the boy's penis
immediately, much as he wanted to.  Instead, he softly
stroked his hands along Tommy's shoulders, applying more
oil... then the hairless armpits, making the boy giggle
slightly... and then his chest, toying with the tiny
nipples and making them stand up erect. As his hands moved
down Tommy chest and across his belly, they detoured around
the rigid erection, going farther down to stroke his inner
thighs.  Then a hand came up and began to gently fondle
the soft ball-sack.

"Ahhhhh...." sighed the boy, as his hips rose up slightly
from the padded table.

Mark's fingers caressed the skin all around the boy's
crotch, right up to the base of the penis, but held back
from stroking the beautiful erection itself.  Tommy wanted
it, badly, but was too shy to demand it.  Instead he let
his body-language -- his tensing muscles and arching back
and clenching fists - beg for the man to stroke his penis.

"Are you ready?" asked Mark calmly.

Tommy knew what he meant. "Yessss!" he hissed softly.

But instead of running his slippery hand along the rigid
shaft, Mark dipped his face down and captured Tommy's
cock-head in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue
and sliding his moistened lips slowly down the shaft until
they pressed against the little hairs sprouting at the
base.

"Arrrgggghhhh!"  Tommy's response was an animalistic grunt.
And when Mark's lips began to ride up and down along the
shaft, slathering with his tongue and suctioning with his
cheeks, Tommy's ecstatic groans echoed off the walls.

Mark knew that they were far enough away from anyone else
in the building, so that he didn't need to fear being
overheard.  Instead, Tommy's cries of lust were music to
his ears, driving him to pleasure the boy even more
intensely.

Mark felt as though he were in heaven, as his mouth glided
along the 12-year-old's absolutely perfect young erection.
The man's heart felt as if it would explode with joy as he
worshipped the exquisite boy-cock with his lips and tongue
and fondled the soft ball-sack with his fingers.  His other
hand reached for his own cock and masturbated smoothly,
careful not to drive himself to a too-early cum.

Time and place faded away as the man's mouth rode up and
down on the boy's penis again and again.  If there was
anything that could match the perfection of this moment,
sucking this boy's cock, Mark couldn't imagine what it
might be.

"Mr. Jenkins!  It feels so...  like I'm gonna..."  Tommy's
hips began bucking up from the massage table, and Mark
could tell he was close to climaxing.  But instead of
finishing the boy off, Mark stopped... pulling his mouth
away and replacing it on the throbbing boy-cock with his
hand, softly squeezing it as he looked into Tommy's eyes.

"Feels good, doesn't it," he said rhetorically.

"Oh, man! It's so amazing!" the boy gushed. "Please... do
it some more," he begged.

"Get ready," said Mark.  "Here it comes!"

Mark's oiled fingertips glided along the entire shaft in
teasing feather-strokes, up and down the boner several
times.  Then he encircled the head with two fingers and his
thumb, stroking them rhythmically across the coronal ridge,
then jacked with his entire hand.  The boy gasped as the
fist moved slowly, firmly, along the shaft... moving both
up and down and in twisting swirls... wreaking slow-motion
havoc on the boy's nervous system.  Mark brought Tommy to
the brink of orgasm and held him there, slow stroke after
slow stroke, withholding the final quick jerks that would
bring release to the boy's squirming body.

The fingers of Mark's other hand slowly crept behind
Tommy's scrotum and moved toward the boy's virgin anus.
When his oil-slick fingers reached their goal, Mark rubbed
two of them in a gentle circular motion around the
sensitive outer flesh... all the while continuing his slow
masturbation strokes.  The agony of hyper-pleasure made
Tommy cry out as if in pain, his muscles trembling, his
body rigid.

As the middle-finger pressed into the boy's asshole,
probing with tiny in-and-out movements, the boy pulled his
legs back, inviting more.  The slippery finger pushed in
deeper and the finger-fucking strokes came faster.

"Yes... yes... oh, yesss!" Tommy chanted.

Just as the boy was about to go insane from the electric
jolts of sexual pleasure coursing through his body, the man
granted him release.  Mark's masturbating hand made a ring
of its index finger and thumb, moving briskly back and
forth over the ridge of the cock-head, as the finger of his
other hand pushed deeper until it was pressing against the
boy's prostate.

"Ah!  Ah!!  AHHHH!!!" shouted the boy in ecstasy, as dozens
of tiny drops of clear fluid sprayed from his penis-slit.
Tommy's anal muscle clenched down rhythmically around the
man's finger, and his whole body convulsed.

Mark's hand on the still-rigid penis now moved gently,
sending after-shocks of orgasmic shudders through the boy's
young body every time the oiled fingers slid over the
glowing cock-head.

And then... it was over.  Mark took a towel and wiped his
hands, and then cleaned up the little puddles of semen from
Tommy's chest and belly.  Slowly, the tension eased from
the 12-year-old's slender body.

"I had heard...  but I never..." the boy mumbled, as he sat
up and draped his legs over the edge of the massage table.

"Heard what?"

"I heard guys talking about jacking off their boners, and
how the stuff comes out.  I tried stroking mine a couple
times, when it was stiff.  But I guess I never did it
right, cause it just felt weird and nothing happened.  I
had no idea what jacking off really was, or that it feels
so incredible!"

"Now that you know, you can do it to yourself whenever you
like," said Mark.

"Can you... would you do it to me again sometime?" asked
the boy hesitantly.

"Absolutely!"  said Mark, as he hugged the seated boy.  He
hesitated a moment and then said: "Maybe you could also
teach Brian about masturbating, and do it for each other,
since you guys are best friends and roommates.  Then you
won't have to be shy about jacking off in front of each
other."

Tommy looked pensive for a moment, then smiled.  "Yeah!"

"Do you want to start out by practicing on my cock?"

"OK!" said Tommy; "if you'll teach me how to do it."

"Hop down and we'll trade places."

Mark's cock had remained firmly erect the entire time he'd
been pleasuring Tommy.  He knew it wouldn't take much to
send him over the edge.  "Get some of that oil on you
hands, and then pour some on my cock....  Now wrap your
fingers and thumb around my boner, and start stroking up
and down....  That's it....  A little faster... not quite
as tightly....  Oh, yeah!  Perfect!"

The 12-year-old smiled excitedly as his right hand stroked
up and down on the man's rigid penis.  Without being told,
he began using the same twisting technique around the glans
that Mark had used, making the man groan out loud.  Then he
began massaging Mark's balls with his free hand, squeezing
gently.

"I'm gonna cum real soon, buddy!  Do it faster!  Harder!
Oh, god!  Yes!"  The first spurt of semen shot high,
startling Tommy momentarily.  But he kept on stroking,
drawing forth additional pulses of cum as he worked his
slippery hand just as rapidly.

"Whoa!  That's too intense!" said Mark, putting his own
hands atop the boy's to stop the stroking.  "That's so good
I can't take it anymore!"

"Did you like it?" asked Tommy hopefully.

"It was fantastic!"  Mark leaded close to the boy and
quickly kissed him on the lips.

Tommy's eyes lit up, and he smiled.  Then the boy leaned
forward, and planted a quick kiss in return on the man's
mouth.

"OK," said Mark cheerfully.  "Let's take a shower and get
on back.  It's almost time to be back in your room."

With the varsity shower room all to themselves, they took
turns soaping each other's bodies, their hands roaming
freely, stroking each other's spent cocks, exploring each
other's asses.  They dressed and started upstairs, but just
before reaching the gym, Mark stopped and said in a serious
voice: "What we did is special and private, just between
you and me.  OK?"

"I understand, Mr. Jenkins.  Special and private."

Mark put his arm around Tommy's shoulder and pulled him
close, as warm smiles beamed from both their faces.

As they joined the others, the younger boys were already
heading back to the dormitory corridor, and Mark and Tommy
walked along with them.  Nobody could have guessed where
they had been or what they had been doing.

When they got back to Tommy's room, he gave the teacher a
secret smile, and disappeared inside.

Mark stood just outside his own door, watching the other
boys come back for the night.  Some were getting ready to
take showers in the dorm bathroom down the hall, and
walked around in bathrobes or towels.  Mark's mind was on
Tommy, however, and then on a fantasy of Tommy and Brian
engaging in boyish sex-play together.  Then a voice from
behind startled him.

"Mind if I come in?" said Tony DiPalo, even as he was
pushing past the man without waiting for an answer.  The
15-year-old 9th grader wore a towel around his waist, and
his chest and legs were bare.  He was slightly taller than
Mark, with a muscular torso that showed the effects of
aggressive weight-training workouts.

"Close the door," the dark-haired teenager coldly ordered.
Mark complied without thinking. "I've been hearing some
funky stuff about you, Teach," said Tony, wagging his index
finger in a scolding manner.  Mark said nothing, still in
semi-shock at the manner of the intrusion.  "That little
faggot, Chris, says you're boy-loving pervert, just like
Old Man Ruppert was," he said with an amused sneer.  "And
Mr. Hansen, the biggest pervert of all around this place,
told me all about the boy-porn magazines he saw in your
room.  One of the titles was something like "Rough-Trade
Hustler".  Did I get that right?"

"What do you want, Tony?" asked Mark in a trembling voice.

"I just want to help you out, Teach," he said mockingly.
"Ruppert and I had a mutually beneficial thing going.  He
made sure I could get around any rules that I considered
inconvenient.  Kept me supplied with beer and cigarettes
too.  In return, I took care of his... "special needs".
Unless I'm mistaken, which is very unlikely, you're not
only a boy-loving pervert, but also a submissive cock-
sucker, just like Rupppert was.  And you're in luck,
because I'm sure-as-hell dominant, and my cock requires
regular sucking.  I'll bet there are some other things you
crave from a guy like me, too.  So how about I give you a
try-out?"

"Tony... I don't think you..."

The towel dropped from the boy's waist, and the man's eyes
widened.  Tony's flaccid penis was substantially larger and
thicker than Mark's fully erect cock. And when the teenager
stroked himself a few times, and the organ quickly pulsed
to stiffness, Mark's mouth dropped open with amazement at
its size.

"Get on your knees, pervert, and crawl over to me.  Do it
NOW, cocksucker!"


End of Part 3
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