Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2015 17:22:47 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can I fuck you 25

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I paid for the lube and Randy got me a fresh bottle of the poppers we had
used and I paid for the one we had already opened.  He was one hell of a
salesman.  I ended up buying three bottles of lube and two bottles of
poppers.  What is more, I knew I would definitely be buying this lube from
this store in the future, though I couldn't imagine using up these three
'introductory' bottles anytime soon.

When I ran my credit card through and he handed me the receipt and the
brown plastic bag with my lube and poppers he said "thanks Bruce."

Being a teacher at a private school I am used to students calling me Mr. or
Professor or Sir.  They are taught to stand-up when an adult enters the
room.  They would never think to address a stranger or someone older by
their first name, even if Alec had taken that liberty with me last night.

He had seen my name on the credit card and it was presumptuous of him to
call me by my first name as we didn't know each other.  Then again, we had
just had sex and had each other's cum in our asses.  So I guess it was a
little hypocritical of me to expect him to be formal simply because we
hadn't been actually introduced, we weren't 'friends' and we weren't the
same age.  So I responded in kind, though a slightly more formal: "thank
you Randy."

As I was about to turn and leave he said "say hi to Abbey for me."

It hit me like a ton of bricks!!!!

I hadn't seen those blue eyes here at the sex shop.  Well yes I had, but
this was the boy I had seen at the football game talking to Abbey.  He was
the boy in the car with Abbey and Brian.

I froze.

He knew who I was.  And he had just fucked me and knew I wasn't a virgin
since my ass was sore so he wasn't my first.  He could probably figure out
that it had been a student who had made me sore.  After all, he knew I was
a teacher at an all boys' school.

If he told anyone I was gay or that I was probably having sex with a
student I would be fired and go to jail!!!!

I turned towards him and, trying not to sound panicked, said "yes Randy, I
saw you at the game with Abbey" pretending I had recognized him before now.
"And where do you know Abbey from?"

This young man worked in a sex shop.  He had to be what, 21?  What was he
doing hanging around with a 17 year boy?  As a teacher it was my duty to
protect the boys in the school and to ensure they didn't fall in with a bad
crowd.  Randy seemed likeable and nice, if how a person is in the sack or
in their place of work, is any indication, but he was someone who probably
dropped out of school and was working and likely living in this seedy part
of town.

"Are you sure you want to know," he asked, with a big Cheshire grin on his
face.

Did I want to know how he knew Abbey?  I should, but I didn't.  If I knew
and it was bad I would have to act.  And I couldn't act as he and Abbey
could ruin me.  Randy wouldn't know for sure I was having sex with a
student, though Abbey did (but would he tell, as Abbey had fucked me
himself).  Even if Randy just surmised I was being fucked by a student and
told someone at the school, or the police, that would be sufficient to
destroy my career and life.

"I guess not," I said.  "Just tell me, how old you are?"

"Eighteen," he said.

That at least was a good thing.  He was close to Abbey's age.  The fact I
had had sex with Abbey and boys younger didn't even enter my mind.  At that
moment I was only being a teacher and flat master. I was supposed to take
an interest in all the boys in the school and keep them from harm.  If he
was close to Abbey's age what harm could they get into (a bizarre
rationalization when you consider at that very moment we were standing in a
sex shop and I had a load of his cum in my ass and he had just taken one of
my virginities).

"Just promise whatever you guys are doing it is safe," I said, still in
teacher mode.

"Safe, like the sex we just had," he asked, with a smirk.

Shit, I had just had unsafe sex with this stranger.  Guilt and regret
flooded over me.

"Don't sweat it," he said, as he saw the guilt, regret and now horror, wash
over my face.  "I knew you were a teacher and inexperienced.  I figured you
probably have only had sex with a student who was himself a virgin which is
why you didn't own any lube and were so sore."

Shit shit shit.  He had guessed.  What is more, I probably should confirm
his suspicions as I needed to reassure him I was in fact safe.

"Yes," I admitted.

"I am clean too," he said.  "But if you are going to keep having sex with
guys you need to ask and even if you ask, if you don't know them and they
say they are safe, wear a condom"

Duly chastised I nodded, ashamed at my behaviour, made worse as I was the
teacher and he knew I was having sex with a student (more than one but he
didn't know that).

"And the lube I sold you works with latex," he added.

I looked at the non-descript bag in my hand and was reminded of all we had
just done.

"You can't tell Abbey we had sex," I pleaded.

"Why, you were a great fuck, he said.  "He might want to try you out."

Abbey try me out?  Abbey already had.  But Abbey liked girls.

This boy couldn't be having sex with Abbey could he?  He said he was
versatile, maybe he was bi too and they all were just going to bars or he
was their cool gay friend.  Could Abbey be going to bars?  Clifford talked
about this club.

"You are a pretty good top too," Randy said, knocking these thoughts of
what they might be up to out of my head.  "You should consider trying
topping a few more times before you write it off and commit to only
bottoming.  You're a natural."

I turned bright red.  Where his frank talk before had put me at ease.  Now
that he wasn't entirely a stranger and our two worlds overlapped his
talking about sex, and not just sex but about me having sex, was
embarrassing.

"You can't tell Abbey or Brian or anyone else at the school," I beseeched
him, the panic rising in my voice.

"I won't, I don't kiss and tell," he said with a grin and then with a
twinkly in his eye he added "but I will need to fuck you regularly to
ensure my silence."

REALLY??? I would love him to fuck me.  He was amazing.  He knew how to use
his cock on an ass.  I had come in the store sore and he had fucked me for
a while, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, and I didn't feel as sore as before.  I
definitely felt only pleasure while he fucked me.  Of course I would let
him fuck me.

Just the thought of having sex with me again took me from being embarrassed
about us having just having had sex to wanting more and I could feel my
cock start to swell.

I wanted to trying to be cool and pretended I was giving in and just say
'sure' or 'OK' but looking into those blue eyes I heard myself say an
honest "I would truly love that.  You are amazing in bed, well on a fake
bed, I can only imagine what you would be like on a real bed."

What was it about this boy that made my want to be so honest and cause the
words I would never in a million years say flow out of me?

"Give me your cel Bruce," he said.  When he said Bruce this time I felt
even more uncomfortable.  He was only 18 and he was friends with and hung
around with at least two of my high school students and while I wanted to
have sex with him again I knew it was wrong.  Nevertheless, I handed him my
phone.

"I put my address and number in your phone and sent myself a text so I have
your number too," he said.  "Later in the week I will text you and you can
let me know when you are free.  Then you can come to my place and we can do
this again.  Including topping me.  I want you try that a few times because
you are good.  Though I definitely want to fuck that tight ass of yours
again."

My cock was now hard in pants, in spite of having just cum.  On impulse I
said "when you text me, can you type the words 'can I fuck you sir'?"

Randy laughed and said "why?"

"It's a thing," I said.

"I hope you don't want me to call you sir during sex, 'cause I don't get
into role playing."

"No, just to invite me by text.  All other times you can call me Bruce," I
said "especially during sex."  Suddenly I wanted to hear him calling me
name out during sex.  At his place was didn't have to be quiet and as he
made me moan and say 'oh yes' uncontrollably I fully intended to cry out
his first name too.

"Is that what the student who fucks you says," he asked.

Turning bright red I nodded.

I thought about explaining that it was a sort of password and as he now
would be using it, it wouldn't feel like cheating.  But then I would have
to explain the weird relationship I had with Alec and I was excited about
having sex again with Randy precisely because it wasn't weird (that and it
was fucking awesome).

Randy unlocked the door and let me out.  Fortunately there was no one
outside waiting to be let in to see me depart.

As I made my way up the hill with my little dark brown bag of lube and
poppers I thought 'at least he is legal'.  Did this mean I wasn't an
ephebophile or the other one (I had forgotten the term, it began with an h
I thought)?

This was an adult, at least in the eyes of the law.  I enjoyed being fucked
by this boy and he was legal (though why was I now calling him a boy in my
head whereas before, when I assumed he was 21, I had thought of him as a
young man).  I enjoyed him fucking me more than any of the teenage boys,
though he was still a teenager, though he was definitely not as young and
innocent as any of the boys at the school.  I was looking forward to the
next time.  He was experienced.  He had brought me so much pleasure.  I
liked adult sex.  Sure there was still an age difference but he was not
students.  This was normal!

When I got back to school I spent the afternoon in my office, grading and
periodically remembering the good fucking I had received on the floor of
the sex shop, of the load that was in my ass and had probably was staining
the back of my underwear and of Randy's piercing blue eyes, his tall slim
body with a 7" cock and nice mushroom head.  I found myself hard or
semi-hard the entire afternoon as a replayed the morning and the comments
he had made about liking and wanting to fuck my ass again.  I even liked
the idea of fucking him, as I had actually enjoyed that, but I enjoyed
being under him so much more.  I knew I would never not be a bottom.

When I changed for chapel I checked and there was in fact a big stain in
the back of my white boxerbriefs.  They were so soaked through you could
see it on the outside.  They were still even damp, which might be due to
the lube or just the volume of cum he had shot up my ass.

I decided not to change my soiled boxerbriefs.  They weren't wet enough
that they would get my dress pants wet; though when I checked my chinos I
had actually soaked through and there was a noticeable stain.  I wondered
when that had appeared and if I had walked up the hill with cum stain
visible on the seat of my pants or if not that soon, if it had emerged when
I was walking through the school and if anyone saw.  It probably only
emerged while I was sitting in my office, as I would have relaxed my ass
muscled in the position allowing some of his load to leak out.

I liked that he had cum in me, even if it had been irresponsible on my part
to let a stranger fuck me without a condom (especially someone that worked
in a sex shop and had clearly been around the block more than once).  I
took him at his word he was clean, also probably not smart on my part but
he struck me as honest and trustworthy (besides, he didn't need to bring it
up, he could have just offered to meet again for sex and I would have let
him fuck me without a condom just like I had that morning and not thought
twice about it).

I finished putting on my shirt, tie and jacket and then my academic gown.
We were expected to wear our graduation robes at Sunday night chapel
service, especially when on duty.  And I was on duty.

As the boys slowly made their way into the chapel in the lead-up to 8pm,
part of my job, being on duty, is to stand at the top of the stairs at the
chapel doors and remind students to do up their jackets or straighten their
ties.  Checking if their jacket was buttoned always gave me an excuse to
check out their crotches without any embarrassment or stealth.  The fact
that I was doing that with a big cum and ass juice stain in the back of my
underwear underneath my dress pants, jacket, tie and academic robes was a
turn-on.  I found myself actually starting to get a chubby.

At 8pm sharp, with all boarders in the chapel, the school chaplain and
three altar boys came out of his office and ascended the stairs.  There
were a number of boys who volunteered to do this.  All boys are expected to
have one or more extracurricular activities and one sport each term, and
chapel was usually done by boarders as they are at the school all the time.
In addition to Sunday night services which were compulsory for boarders,
there was chapel every morning before class that the entire school attended
and a voluntary one that only a few teachers went to on Wednesday
afternoon.

It just happened that tonight Liam and Justin were serving.  They were each
holding a candle and walking in front of the chaplain and followed another
boarder Taylor who was carrying the cross.

I made a mental note to talk to Taylor, who was a grade 10 student, about
his hair as it was getting a bit long.  Students have to keep it off the
ears and off the collar of the back of their shirt - as he had blond curly
hair it was off the collar and ears but it was expanding out, he was
starting to look like a surfer, though it was a pretty sexy look (though
the serious fucking I had earlier, the cum stain in the back of my
underwear and having spent the last 30 minutes looking at boy's crotches
had me very horned so I might have thought anyone was sexy).

When they saw me Liam and Justin broke into big grins.  I was reminded of
just how cute they were and that it was in this very chapel that I had
caught them having sex.  They looked so innocent in their altar boy or
'server' robes (this was Anglican not Catholic), which were red full-length
robes that came up to a tight collar around their neck with a loose white
cotton pull over top over the robe.  What was I saying looked innocent?
They were innocent.  Even when we were fooling around they approached
everything we did with a wide-eyed innocence and eagerness.

As they came up so they were next to me, I was conscious of the wet cum
stain in the back of my boxerbriefs.  What would it be like to be fucked by
these two boys?  I knew intimately how each of them came.  What would that
feel like in my ass instead of my mouth?  If I let these two boys fuck me
would it strip them of their innocence?

Seeing them in the doorway the organist increased the volume of the music
and all the boys stood.  Liam and Justin flashed me toothy grins and then
put on their serious faces and moved up the aisles.  I closed the doors and
slid into the back teacher pew alongside my colleagues.  Sitting there next
to the other teachers I suddenly regretted not changing my underwear.  I
also regretted not showering.  I could smell the Erotic Fruit lube on my
cock.  I thought I could even smell a hint of grape from the back.  Could
the teacher sitting next to me or the boys in the pew in front of me smell
it too?  Maybe they would just conclude, if they could, that I had been
chewing Juicy Fruit gum just before chapel.

Seeing Liam and Justin at the front of the chapel doing their altar boy
duties of placing the candles and bringing the chaplain different things
required for the service I was reminded of the thought I had before we came
in of after having sucked them multiple times including in this chapel,
what would be like to be fucked by them, robbing them of their virginity,
two boys who were in a relationship.

I now had a legal boy who wanted to fuck me and could take me places with
his cock I had never experienced.  And not even a day had gone and I had
thought about robbing these boys of more of their innocence.  What was I
thinking?

And I could smell the sweetness coming up from my pants of lube than I knew
to be remnants of sex and mixed with cum sitting next to y colleague who
might smell it and behind boys who probably could as well.  God, what was I
thinking?

I was in a chapel, before the cross and stained glass windows that reminded
me through iconography that my own religion condemned what I was doing (and
would condemn me to hell for what I had done in this very room).
Throughout that night's sermon and service, which I usually found relaxing
as the boys' choir was so accomplished and the music uplifting, I found
myself praying repeatedly for forgiveness.  I am not religious, but the
mixing of the sex and religion in a chapel where I had started to have sex
with those two boys racked me with guilt.

Over the next few days I kept flashing back to my thought about Liam and
Justin on Sunday night and the guilt I had felt.  It didn't help that we
have chapel every morning so I get to sit in my same seat and for some
reason Liam and Justin were serving the next two days.  Seeing them in
their server robes at the front I was simultaneously turned on by how like
angels they looked and how bothered by my feelings.

My feelings were all a jumble.  These two boys were so cute in their school
uniforms, in theer sports kit and especially in their church vestments.
How angelic they looked grinning at me at the door of the chapel on Sunday
night, as we knowingly exchanged glances and were probably each thinking of
some secret sexual thing we had shared that each of us like best and I,
unbeknownst to them, had wondered what it would be like to be fucked by
each of them.

For some reason it felt like I would see the two of them everywhere.  They
were always together.  In fact, they were so inseparable it was hard not to
think of them sucking each other off and not be reminded of all that I had
done with them together, including letting them suck on my cock.  My
rationalization with all these boys was that they were the ones fucking me
or having me such them, so I wasn't abusing them.  But I had let these two
boys put my cock in their mouths.

What were my lines I wouldn't cross?  Did I have a moral compass?

Could I give up having sex with the boys at school?  I knew I couldn't say
no to Alec but I could say no to Liam and Justin, couldn't I?  Though maybe
I just thought I could because they weren't coming around and asking me to
join in any more.

I kept checking my phone and wondered if Randy would actually text me.  If
I wasn't going to be having sex with the boys at school, I could definitely
do with another good fucking by that masterful cock.  Maybe if I started
having sex with Randy regularly I wouldn't want to have sex with these
boys.

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