Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2023 19:25:32 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy Called Shaun, Chapter one

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BOY CALLED SHAUN
CHAPTER ONE


Richard Cleveland was horny.

Not only naturally horny like all men in the world were and probably got
during the course of the day.

He was as hard as he had ever been in his entire life.

These days it always tended to happen more and more.

Well...that was quite understandable, if you considered the fact that
Richard was a secret boy lover and that he was the PE as well as Athletics
teacher/coach at for boys from ages 14-15 at the local high school in town.

Oh yes.

There was THAT.

All those boys, each and every day in various scenes and figures of
undress, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it.

Nor did he want to.

But God...it was hard.

Literally.

He legally couldn't touch them. Caress them. Run his fingers through their
hair. See their youthful exuberance as well as their LUST for life inside
their young eyes and in their mischievous smiles and laughter.

They called it Japanese torture. When you really want something, but which
was seemingly impossible to get.

Richard laid down on his bed, still dressed in his classic Coach school
attire, t-shirt and shorts...before he reached down with both his hands and
carefully allowed his snake out of its cage, so to speak. His seven inch
thirty-two-year-old cock was so rigid as that point, that it immediately
snapped back onto his skinny stomach...so hard that it actually ended up
hovering in mid-air, his cockhead flaring with every beating of his adult
peado heart.

He laid his head down as he closed his eyes at virtually the same time,
gripping his steel hard iron fuck stick inside the palm of his right
hand. He groaned as the intense sexual yearnings and feelings that he had
been feeling, and had been craving all fucking day soared through his inner
being. All day long he had to stare at the faces and at the cute bodies of
some of his students and that was more than any paedophile could possibly
endure.

Then again, he wouldn't give up this job for any amount of money in this
world. What...the chance to LEGALLY have the options to stare at fully and
semi naked teenage boys all day? It was a dream come true!

Hissing his pleasure as he gave his sheer steel hard seven incher a few
more jerks and tosses, he reached for his phone with his left hand.

He might not have been able to physically TOUCH them the way that he would
have liked and craved, but he was able to take photos of them without them
getting any sort of suspicious...

His under 15 student athletics team's annual summer games was coming up
thick and fast and thus the teen boys were pumped up as anything. Two by
two, Coach Richard had managed to convince them to have their pictures
taken, for what he had told them, was merely for the school paper, when in
reality, it was for his personal pleasure.

Damn...that meant that he would have to get something of value in said
school paper...those boys wasn't stupid by any means, and would have
probably told their parents that they had their photos taken. Man...sounds
to pervy when you actually referred to it like THAT.

He swiped quickly and efficiently to the first few photos that he had
snapped earlier in the afternoon, until he solidly landed on the two boys
that he had to admit, were kinda his two favourites when it came to looks
and personality.

Kyle and Benny...Jesus Christ, they were going to be heartbreakers one day,
if they weren't already, what, with the insane amount of his young students
already having girlfriends of their own. Lucky bitches.

Kyle Schmidt had the smile and facial features of an absolute
stud...somehow Richard always wished that kids Kyle's age could always stay
as cute and as innocent as they were at the ages of fourteen and there
around, but of course that was impossible...and as they grew up Richard
tended to lose interest in them. He liked them young and innocent...not
older and semi experienced.

He wanted and needed...craved and yearned for raw virgin teenage
boys...fourteen or fifteen at the most. At that tricky and particular age
where their voices were JUST starting to break. Where their innocent boyish
dickies would suddenly and uncontrollably JUST be starting to grow and
prosper...blossom into the world, if you would. Where merely BREATHING got
their boyish genitals as solid as Elon Musk's wallet.

That severe moment in their lives where you discover that, they had that
tiny bit of fluff which was busy growing on their upper lip...and that they
were proud as heck of it. Their young muscles and biceps on the CUSP of
being raw and masculine, but not quite yet.

Their arrogance and attitude that they ALL seemed to have, never mind what
they actually did with it. When they took off their shirts...God help
him...some of the had four packs...some of them even had as far as solid
six pack abs...and then some of them only had flat skinny, flabby stomachs,
and of course there had to be the two or three fatso's in class.

Richard once more arched his back as he gripped his dick even harder.

He could feel the wetness of his pre cummy goodness making his right hand
as sticky as it has ever been...he had never, ever been able to produce pre
cum, come to think of it, but ever since he started working at the
school...man, oh man, the stuff just didn't seem to wanna stop. That's
because he had mental and physical images now, to back those the hell up.

His eyes seemed to flow over the giddy smile of Benny Gilmore as well...as
the boys had posed for his phone's camera complete with their arms around
each other in the classic friendship embargo.

He willingly jacked his dick ever quicker as he spotted the sheer tiny
little hairs that was now all of a sudden starting to grow on Benny's arms
and legs...just that fluttering of hair that made everything about them
being a BOY. His breath quickened as his eyes wandered over both their
Adam's Apples...both of them severely overdeveloped for boy's their tender
ages.

A swipe of his finger brought him to Stewart and Jackson.

A thrill as big as a sky scraper FLASHED through his upper body, and
gaining direct access right to his hard as hell, penis. Stewart Pennington
was one of those classically handsome boys, the one that all the girls
wanted to hang out with, and the same kid who usually had all the other
boys in the school wanting to be his friend.

His black hair cascading over his forehead after a long afternoon of
athletics training...the whiff of teenage boy sweat perspiration streaking
across his entire forehead, made him even look more raw than he did on
camera. He also knew that handsome fucker carried a six-and-a-half-inch
dick on him...insane for someone as young as he was.

His balls were jiggling up and down in the rhythmic motion in which he was
jacking his red-hot organ, at the speed that he was...looking at all these
boys in quick succession. When his eyes landed on Jackson, he nearly
fucking came. The boy was not as beautiful or as handsome as the kid
standing and posing next to him, but he was one of only two kids in his
entire class that was possessing a genuine teenage six pack.

Richard closed his eyes, his right hand now a complete and utter blur on
rock his hard phallus, as he visualised Jackson in his naked
totality...being his coach, he knew exactly how that kid looked like
without his clothes.

"Fuck...holy shit..." Richard murmured over and over underneath his breath
as the sexual pleasures and emotions were now running through his cock like
a hot knife through farm butter.

His entire body felt like it was on fucking fire at that moment. There was
only so much that a thirty-two-year-old man could take watching boys in
various stages of undress all day and now fucking blow like Krakatoa when
he was done for the afternoon.

Still with his eyes closed shut, he one more thought of Jackson
Greene...the other day when he emphatically made these fourteen-year-olds
fuck studs do twenty push ups each...Honest to God, they'd be thanking him
for all of that at the next meet. His team was going to be as physically
fit as the possibly could be.

But he was digressing.

He tried his level best not to stare at the kid's stunning sixpack, that
would quite honestly be the envy of every overweight male adult out
there. He knew that Jackson's father had a home gym install for himself and
for his son, and MY GOD, it showed. Jackson's biceps had actually bulged
with the effort, as he finished his set for push ups in record ass time,
his hard, ripped fourteen-year-old stomach glistening with the effort that
he had put in on that gloriously hot afternoon.

For how long...for God knows how long have Richard wanted to grab that
kid...without hurting him of course...and just have him lay down on the
benches of the school's locker room...and take off all his clothes and just
go to town on his teenage genitals.

He knew for a fact that Jackson was sexually active...teenagers in and
around a school, always talk for a start...and he couldn't blame him. If
he...Richard...wanted to be all over Jackson like white on rice, then he
couldn't blame young girls for feeling the exact same way.

Jacking his dick still to the rapid beating of his adult heart,
Richard...not for the first time...imagined what it would like to actually
taste Jackson's dick. To suck that piece of youthful, forbidden piece of
wonderful meat up and down like a strawberry milkshake...to fumble his
balls...with or without any pubic hair streaked across the surface of the
young boy marbles...

...how it would FEEL and how it would TASTE...what it would be like to
actually...to actually and FINALLY feel a fourteen-year-old teenage boy CUM
inside your hungry ass mouth...to feel those spurts of kiddie sperm that
Nifty stories ALWAYS talked about online...to experience and to taste that
essence of a young boy just starting out on his sexual journey...to
actually swirl the warm juices of a boy THAT young in your gullet before
willingly swallowing it down...

Richard was done.

He had literally nothing left.

Nothing at all.

With a groan that would rival that of a needy male lion, his eyes rolling
back inside their sockets, with the almighty roar from deep inside his
chest, he watched as if in awe, as if he was only seeing this for the very
first time...his virile, potent male sperm THRASH out of his spent and
flaring piss slit. His cock was hard as it has even been, he felt.

His cum flew out of that red organ like it was a fucking ketchup bottle
with a leak...there was fucking cummy goodness everywhere that he looked.

His right hand was streaked, cascaded with the stuff. He continued the
jacking motions on his clammy and wet cock, still hard as anything, and
somehow, amazingly, it hadn't gone down even an inch, despite his
earthshattering climax. Richard closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

He tried to make believe himself that he was actually in bed with one of
those boys that he had just queer baited into becoming his jack off
material earlier that afternoon. That one of them was actually here...right
beside him. That they were throwing their youthful, exuberant, boy bodies
onto his very own...

...and that he would be holding them very tightly against himself. To feel
their own cocks deflate and return to normal form after they had
too...gotten rid of their precious kiddy, teenage elixir.

For while Richard was happy. He was content as hell.

And as it always tended to do on occasions such as this...sheer, copious
amounts of depression...neediness...and complete and utter sadness overtook
and seemed to grip him like a fucking vice.

Tears rolled across his eyes...he didn't even try and stop them from coming
down, because he knew that there would be others following after them. His
chest heaved with raw sheer emotion as he looked down to his now semi hard
penis...

He shook his head and sniffed once more.

Richard was the kinda guy...or should I say, the kind of boy
lover...paedophile if you would...who was the best kind that you could
possibly hope to meet. He would never...he felt, have the GUTS or the
nerve, to actually DO anything with any of the boys he so god damn admired
to every inch of his being.

He had a conscious. And he knew that he would never...well...not
never...per say.

But he was scared. He knew what he wanted. He could so...so easily actually
get it as well, if you think that majority of those boys back at school
actually hero worshipped him.

He was fit himself; he was handsome as shit for the ripe age of
thirty-two...and he was rather good at his job if he had to say so
himself. He had earned those boys' trust. They knew they could come to him
of they ever needed an ear to listen and to give advice.

They believed in him. They respected him.

It would be so easy. To just...try and merely corner a boy alone and take
advantage of him.

But Richard wasn't that kind of person.

Hence the fucking tears.

For something that he felt, he couldn't ever have.

To be all alone for the rest of his life, because he would always...ALWAYS
say a fat NO to every person who ever asked him out, male or female in the
past.

Because, how the FUCK was he able to tell anyone who was even REMOTELY
interested in him as a person, or a potential lover, that he just...just
didn't WANT to be with them. Ever?! Because they weren't the right age!?

That, what he wanted more than life itself, was a boy...a teenager...a
young, virile, youthful boy of fourteen...fifteen at the most.

How the hell could he ever have that...and still be happy?

Richard sighed, before he reached for his pack of wet wipes, which he
always kept next to his bed, on the side table for situations such as
these, and made quick ass work of cleaning up the mess that he had made
earlier.

He didn't ask to be into young boys, sexually.

But here we were. Through no fault of his very own.

Fuck this.

He wasn't hurting anyone using mental images of his kids to bust out his
nut, and of course, who the hell would ever know?

It's not like one of these boys would ever become romantically involved
with him.

Fat chance of THAT ever happening.



**



The following week, Richard really put these young generals of him through
their paces, since the athletics season was right on the brink of
happening.

He knew that the principal was more than counting on him to put together a
final team of kids that could actually participate and WIN against their
various opponents, since the school had always managed to drag back some
sort of silverware and more, from at these do's. He was being constantly
reminded that money wasn't an issue, and that the boys had to put on an
alright show at the finals.

Kyle was getting good at the 400m race around the course of the track,
which was only the one time running around said track, and Jackson was the
guy that he trusted and KNEW he would bring back at least a medal of some
sort in the long jump event, which was HIS event in the clear.

Stewart, with his lankier frame, seemed to concentrate more on the high
jump events, and finally, it was Benny...out of the four of his favourite
candidates, that sprinted through a 100m race like the devil himself was
after him. No wonder Usain Bolt was his hero and idol.

As the luck, well, in Richard's case would have it, it was right in the
middle of the South African summer, and as folk to reside her knows...that
meant 30 plus degrees each and every day of the season. Richard smirked
slightly...there must be some or other way that he had legitimately
convince these boys to at least take their shirts off.

Normally, he treated his entire athletic team with a few laps that they
could do in the school's Olympic sized pool out back after training,
however, said pool was currently undergoing maintenance, so that wasn't an
option this week.

Man...his eyes fluttered over Benny...the way that his blond buzzcut shone
in the afternoon sunlight...it almost looked like panning for gold right
then. Jackson with his jet-black hair...falling all over the place, sweaty
as anything...so much he long to just RAKE his fingers slowly through those
soppy strands...

It was then, that he forced his dick to welter down, as panic rose up
inside his throat, as well as in the pit of his stomach. It happened
usually...every time that he saw the principal of the school walk towards
him when he was giving class.

Oh boy.

Calm down.

Calm the fuck down.

He knew that he didn't actually physically do anything to any of these
boys...but the thoughts that he had about them when he was alone...he was
always so scared...so incredibly horrified that somehow...some way...one of
his boys had felt uncomfortable and had laid a complaint against him.

Jesus.

Calm down...Richard forced himself and fully manoeuvred his entire stature
to actually face his boss. He just prayed that he wasn't about to be found
out.

It was only then...as Principal Capwell came closer towards him and towards
the other boys...that he saw that there as another kid with him. A kid
that...

What...?

Richard immediately frowned as he stared at this new kid...wondering where
the hell he had seen him before in his life, because he knew that he did
some where...the boy looked familiar as anything...but just where he had
seen him before, he couldn't exactly place.

Nevertheless...he swallowed. Slowly.

The kid was gorgeous. Like...really, really fit.

Richard's eyes nervously fluttered upwards as his boss finally started
speaking...

"Ah, Coach Cleveland! Hard at work, I see!" Principal Capwell said
jovially, and Richard tried to relax his relieved ass without so much as
actually showing that he was on edge to begin with.

"Yeah, sure, I like to think so! And who's this strapping young man right
here, then?" he replied, his eyes actually twinkling as he did so.

Whoever the boy was...and he KNEW he had seen him somewhere before...he was
sure of it...Richard tended never to forget a face, and definitely NOT the
face of a boy this cute and handsome...whoever he was, the kid looked like
he would rather be ANYWHERE else than on the athletics track complete with
both the Principal and the Athletics coach.

Principal Capwell turned around and placed the palm of his hand on the
shoulder of the boy. Richard's smile actually faded just a tad...how long
HE would have wanted to touch this...this fucking raw beauty that he was
now seeing before him. He still couldn't get the notion out of his mind
that he had seen this gem of a kid before...somewhere.

Principal Capwell smiled and slowly pushed the boy towards Richard.

"This here, is young Shaun Maguire. His parents and himself just moved back
to Frasenburg from Pretoria after they had lived there decades ago. Shaun,
this is Coach Richard Cleveland. He's gonna be the guy you wanna speak to,
if you're serious about joining the Athletics team around here."

Shaun nodded. Still...silent as a bloody doorknob. But sexy...sexy as hell,
all the same.

Richard stepped forward, giving Principal Capwell a gentle, reassuring nod,
that he has got this, before he stood before Shaun himself, and stretched
out his hand towards the boy in an offer of friendship and trust.

"Great to meet you, Shaun! Put it there, buddy!" he said, the laugh inside
the pit of his eyes genuine and what hoped to God, that sexy young Shaun
would see as trusting and sincere.

It took a fair few seconds before Shaun would even as much as LOOK at
Richard...before he slowly reached out his own right hand and softly placed
it in that of his coach. Richard felt the wonderful, sweaty teenage warmth
of the kid's palm totally envelop his senses as well as his touch, before
he realised just where they are, and with whom they were with.

Clearing his throat, he gave the principal a small thumbs up, before he
reluctantly released the boy's hand, before waving, signalling more,
towards the other boys to come and meet the new recruit. Shaun's eyes
widened as he saw all the facilities that the school had to offer, and when
Richard quizzed him some more, he softly told him that he his best item was
the 400m as well as the 100m. That was the exact same events that both Kyle
and Benny were currently specialising in.

It took a while for Shaun to loosen up but once both Jackson and Benny had
totally challenged the newbie to a race around the track, his eyes simply
lit up...Richard had only known the boy a few minutes, but already he
sensed a sort of...I don't know...a vulnerability that he simply didn't
see, that simply wasn't there with all the other boys that he was coaching.

Pretty soon all the boys were having the time of their lives, with Shaun
immediately fitting in, meanwhile, all that Principal Capwell was prepared
to say, was that Shaun's parents had recently gotten divorced. That sort of
explained why the boy was as sheltered and as private as he was, he
guessed. But there was a sadness...a sort of carefulness...that someone
might spot what his issue really was.

Later on, that night, when Richard was home and chilling inside a lukewarm
bath, his mind once again flashed to the new kid. Shaun. Shaun
Maguire. Fuck knows where he had seen that kid before, but he knew and he
was quite sure that he had...somewhere.

Hid dick stiffened.

What the hell was in the waters these days that kids that age looked so
fucking good...good enough to eat and adore for days on end. Shaun's
caramel brown hair was just the sort that you could style and do things
with. His beautiful dark green eyes were the sort that you could actually
get lost in. He seemed that he had a decent body underneath that shirt as
well. He could see once Shaun had warmed up to the other boys, that he had
enjoyed himself on the track.

He clearly was rearing to go, and his speed impressed him immensely, as he
had secretly timed the boys when they were play-racing against each other
earlier. Shaun had the capacity and the strength to actually beat his star
boy Benny in the 400m...and he knew Benny would have realised that as well.

His dick was at full blown blood length. A solid seven inches.

Shaun.

Fucking hell man, that kid was sexy as anything.

Too fucking sexy.

If only I wasn't so scared...if only I had more GUTS...Richard thought,
sadly as he continued to drift around in the murky, soapy water.

There was something different about this kid. Way more different than how
he normally felt about any of his other boyish crushes.

God in heaven...

If he would ever actually DARE to make a move on one of these kids...

...he just had a nagging feeling that it would be Shaun who would finally
send him over the edge.



**



Parent-teacher evenings.

My God.

Was there anything more soul crunching than that?

As the Athletics coach of these young boys, Richard of course HAD to attend
the evening, as several of his boy's parents desperately wanted to know how
their little darling, adorable angels for which they paid so much in school
fees, were doing, and if they actually had a chance to go pro with their
efforts, or if they were wasting their time.

Richard had to severely fake his smile several times that evening...he was
actually SICK of hearing that Athletics was not a school subject, but
rather an extra-mural activity, not even to mention the ridiculous amount
of parents who warned him not to keep their darlings at school later than
four...because they had to study.

What am I even doing here...he silently asked as he downed one more cup of
filter coffee before he glanced over at his watch. Nearly
eight-thirty. This torture was nearly over once more for at least another
quarter of the school year.

As he shook hands with Jackson's parents...silently smirking when he
thought they would totally CASTRATE him if they ever knew the thoughts, he
had about their handsome STUD of a son...his eyes turned towards his
left-hand side, where he saw a very...very reluctant Shaun hovering at the
Arts and Crafts section.

Normally, that area of the evening would normally be flooded by the girl
students, and tonight was sadly no exception to the rule...yet
somehow...for whatever reason...Shaun was clearly admiring some of the
sculptures and the paintings the various students had done during the term,
just as much as the girls were, if not more.

Richard watched Shaun carefully, of course, without creating suspicion. The
boy clearly...clearly...had more than just a curiousness about him when it
came that to particular subject. Maybe he should go to him...he was new
after all, as far as Richard knew, the kid only knew himself as a
teacher/coach at that moment and time...

...but before he could move even a muscle...the boy shuddered as a rather
large hand was placed on top of Shaun's shoulder.

Richard stepped back a few steps.

His eyes were everywhere apart from Shaun.

Jesus...don't tell me THAT man...THAT man is Shaun's dad...??

It can't be.

Fucking hell man, life couldn't be THAT cruel, could it?

But the moment that the tall ass man whispered something in Shaun's ear,
and the MOMENT that Shaun pointed his index finger towards Richard
himself...

...he knew that his suspicious were true.

I gotta get out of here...I gotta get out of here NOW...he thought, but
before he could actually DO anything...the man was right at his side. Those
size eleven feet really did some damage in getting over here as quick as he
could.

Richard steadied himself and looked the man right in the eye.

He now knew...he FINALLY knew why Shaun looked so God damn familiar...he
didn't quite know why it had taken so long for him to figure it out...

Shaun was the literal spitting image of his father.

Gordon Maguire.

Shaun's dad.

Who so obviously...after all these years...didn't seem to even recognise
Richard.

"Hey man...my boy over there tells me you're gonna be his Athletic coach!
Hope you do him justice, he's a fast little dude around one of those
tracks!" Gordon said, his emerald-coloured eyes just as fiery and just as
beautiful as Richard once knew them.

You don't remember me...you really don't remember me?

Richard smiled.

He had to.

No other reason.

The biggest BULLY...the biggest HOMOPHOBE what he would ever face back in
his own teenage school years...

...just HAD to be the father of the most beautiful, sexiest teenage boys he
had ever seen.

Jesus.

You seriously couldn't write this shit!



**



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