Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 02:11:04 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Can I Fuck You? Give money to nifty! With that done?. **** Right out of college I got a part time job at a private school. I wanted so much to make this a permanent job so I was on my best behaviour. But an all male boarding school is like cat nip to a gay male. During the day all the boys are walking around in their school uniforms. Green blazer and white or green shirts and grey flannel pants. That was hot enough and I found myself sneaking off to jack my cock. But there was also sports every day. At 4pm every boy was in the locker-room and in their underwear. As a teacher, even a temp, we had to supervise sports so that let me walk around the locker-room pretending I had a reason to be there, even if I was only there to check out the boys in the underwear. I tried to be subtle. But every boy was in a different pair of briefs, boxers and boxerbriefs and I couldn't help but see who was wearing what and try to memorize what they looked like in underwear.. I was not out to molest anyone and I knew if anyone saw me checking out a boy in the locker-room would end my career. Maybe not even end my career. Being outed at school would be the end of my lifer. As a new teacher trainee who was secretly gay my life was made more complicated because I was given a room in residence and expected to keep students in line. Jonesing over them made me unable to do this job as in the flats (what boarders call the upstairs residences) boys were often in underwear or towels and if I glanced in the bathroom there were always a number of them showering naked together. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help myself. I spent a lot of time hidden in my room and then my horniness would take over and I would go and check out boys in their rooms and in the shower (didn't help that it was in my job description I had to do that every day as floor monitor).. Having a room on the flat I was also expected to counsel students who dropped by with their school work and their emotional problems. One evening after prep (what we call homework, which runs from after dinner until 8pm) a young French Canadian student named Alec came by. He was only in grade 10 and 14 years old. And I knew he had been struggling because this was an English school and his first language was French, so I invited him to sit and even made him some tea to help him relax. When I asked about his worries he hummed and hawed and I reassured him that whatever he was struggling with this was a safe place and anything he told me would stay secret. After a sip of tea he looked me in the eye and said "I have seen you checking out boys and I do that too." He didn't say anything more though his eyes bore into me. Was he accusing me? I guess he had caught me. What was he thinking? After a prolonged silence I said (knowing I couldn't deny as what he saw had happened and part of me not wanting to deny even if it cost me my job) "what is your concern?" "Does that mean we are gay," he asked without breaking eye contact. My instinct was to deny I was gay (being in the closet) but as a teacher it was about Alec and he needed to know his feelings were valid. I had to reassure this boy. A the same time I was embarrassed so I looked down at the ground as I said "yes, and there is nothing wrong with that." "COOL" he said happily to my surprise. Then he added "can I fuck you?' My eyes shot up and looked at him with surprise. "Of course not, you are a student' "But I have seen you checking me out," he responded. "I have not," I denied, though he had clearly caught me and if he told anyone I would be out of a job and unemployable for the rest of life. "Yea I have, you keep coming in my room at bedtime and you have looked me up and down in the shower when I am naked," he snapped back. "It is my job to do rounds and that takes me to everyone's rooms, not just yours, and into the showers," I responded unconvincingly. "So if I ask you if I am cut or uncut you won't know," he said with a huge grin. I stared at the floor totally embarrassed. He was one of three uncut boys at the school and that was probably why he had caught me looking. I found his cock fascinating and he was probably sensitive to someone looking at it because it was different.. "Thought so," he said, through what verged on a shit eating grin. I had no response to make. He knew I had checked him out and how having said I was gay like him to put him at ease he had confirmation that I secretly wanted to have sex with him even though I was a teachers and he was a student. I had checked out his naked body in the shower and that young uncut cock on his small boyish frame was fascinating, And yes there were times I checked him out changing in his underwear (he always wore briefs). I was metaphorically fucked as he had already figured out I was both gay and into him. But him fucking me literally was another thing. "Would it be easier for you if you started by sucking my cock?" I nodded. Alec stood and walked over to me and undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles. I stared at his crotch in his white briefs, his pants around my ankles. I had seen him in his underwear throughout the school year. Now, being honest to myself, I actually times my rounds so I would find him in his underwear. He was gorgeous in his briefs. His young body was still undefined but his crotch was gorgeous and he filled out underwear perfectly. His cock and balls, though only a boy's size, filled out the front and in proportion to his body made him seem totally hung. "You need to take these off me," Alec said. "This has to be your doing. I don't want to be expelled." His concern was so cute. In this situation the only one who would be expelled (and then sent to prison) was me as I was about to have sex with a 14 year old boy and I was a teacher. I reached up with both hands and put my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. Alec was not hard yet but his small uncut cock which was semi-hard looked so appetizing and I immediately leaned forward and took it into my mouth. Alec sighed and said "I knew you wanted to do this sir." Calling me sir, a title students were told to call us teachers (and they were supposed to call us masters in private school lingo) was incongruous with his cock being in my mouth. For a 14 year old boy whose uncut cock I had seen in the shower a few times and in his underwear in the locker-room and when I walked into his room at night a bit more, it got surprisingly big as it expanded in my mouth. Before long I was bobbing my head on this boy's cock. I had sucked some cock, mostly strangers in public washrooms as I was not out of the closet. They had been bigger than Alec. But this kid's uncut cock (I had never sucked an uncut cock) was driving me wild. He couldn't have been over 5 inches but the foreskin, the way it covered the cockhead, was incredible in my mouth. I used my lips to push it back and lick around the head and then bob my head up and down the way I had done to strangers in the washroom. I found myself sucking his cock with so much vigour that I wasn't surprise when he said "sir, that is so good, I am going to cum". Calling me 'sir', when his cock was in my mouth, drove home the incongruity of this situation (and its illegality and grounds for firing) and it also made me suck his uncut boy cock harder. I literally devoured his cock and soon he was cumming in my mouth. I swallowed ever shot of cum he delivered into my mouth and was still wanting more. As his orgasm subsided he gently pulled his uncut cock from my mouth. "So when can I fuck you," he said in all seriousness as he did up his pants. What did this kid know about fucking? I had probably just given him his first blowjob in his life. Why wasn't he just happy about what hard happened, which was highly illegal. He was only 14.. "Tomorrow after prep" I ventured, surrendering any ounce of being the teacher/flat master. "Cool," Alec said, as he left my room. NOTE: Nifty needs donations to provide these stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html