Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 00:43:19 +0000 From: Edgar Getting Subject: Caravaggio Boy This story contains sex between boys, and between a man and a boy. Don't read it if that's not your thing. The story is a work of fiction. I understand the difference between fantasy and reality and have no intention of blurring that boundary. The picture referred to in this story is "Amor Vincit Omnia" by Caravaggio, sometimes known as "Victorious Cupid" or "Amor Victorious". I suggest you google it, as it plays an important part in this story. The Wikipedia article about the picture has a good high resolution image. The model for the picture was called Cecco (which I believe is pronounced "check-oh"), who was Caravaggio's assistant and servant, and who may or may not have been his lover. He appears in a number of works by Caravaggio. While lots of art historians seem to make reference to Caravaggio's use of an ordinary looking boy instead of an idealised beauty for his Cupid, I've always thought he was very cute. xxxxx My name's Charlie and I'm twelve. I'll start with what I look like, because I'll bet you dirty old men will want something to fantasize about while you're wanking yourselves silly. People normally say I look like that kid off "Outnumbered", but really that's just cos we're about the same age and we've both got curly brown hair. If you actually look at my face you'll see we look nothing like each other, but I'm sure plenty of you paedos have had a crafty wank thinking about Daniel Roche (that's his name – I just googled it, so I know) so if it makes you happy you can pretend I look like him. But I really (and I mean really) look like a boy in a painting by some dead Italian paedo, but I'll get to that later. Actually it's not just the hair that makes people think I look like the Outnumbered kid. It's probably as much because we're both a pain in a teacher's arse and ask too many questions and blow too much stuff up in science and things like that. I'm a cheeky little fucker, basically. I'm also a chorister, which is a posh word for a choir boy. It's at a Cathedral in England (no, I'm not going to tell you which one in case you turn up at Evensong drooling and expecting a fondle under my cassock). I pretty much hate it. It takes up so much bloody time. We have a practice before school every day and have to sing Evensong every day including Saturday, plus two other services on a Sunday. The only day we get off from choir is a Wednesday and obviously we still have school that day, so we don't get a proper day off at all. And the choir master's a cunt. I can't wait till my voice breaks and I can get out of it, and I reckon it won't be long now – my balls have started to drop a bit and I got my first pube a couple of weeks ago. I find it so boring going to 8 services a week that I always end up thinking of ways to make it more interesting. Daring one of the little kids to do something naughty is a good one (they're always so desperate for us older ones to pay them attention they'll normally do anything you ask), or doing something myself if I'm really bored. It was a particularly boring day that I decided to go naked. Our cassocks go right down to the ground so you can only see our shoes poking out, and the ruffs stop you from being able to see what's on the top half, so I knew I could do it without being found out. It's just for the fun of it really. I got Danny to do it with me too, cos I thought it'd be sexier with two. I suppose I'd better tell you about Danny, hadn't I. Danny is 8, and has only been in the choir a few months. He looks the complete opposite of me. If I'm cheeky and a bit burly and rough and ready, Danny's small and angelic and blonde and rosy cheeked, the kind of kid all the other mums fuss over, and you couldn't imagine him EVER being naughty. That's why I chose him. In my school, and especially in the boarding house, there's kind of a weird double standard about sex. Everyone does it, well, almost everyone, but people still get teased for being gay and stuff if they're too open about it. I reckon a good three quarters of boys in the boarding house do sex stuff sometimes, maybe more. And about a quarter of those do it a lot. You just have to be careful who you do it with. If you go round shagging everyone, you get a bit of a reputation and you get called a homo, but if you stick to just two or three people, it kind of stays within the group and people leave you alone. It's weird, because people still know who's fucking who, but somehow if you're not so slutty you don't seem so gay. Don't ask me why, cos I don't understand it, but that's how it is. So if you have to restrict yourself to one or two other people, people start having almost boyfriends (but you would never, ever call them that – that definitely WOULD be gay). When I first joined the choir, there was a boy a couple of years older than me who first showed me how to do stuff, and me and him normally only did each other. I did mess around with a few other people, but not very much because he'd warned me I'd be called gay, and I saw that happen to a couple of other boys who joined at the same time as me. Now that I was virtually the oldest in the choir, I decided to choose myself a little pet, and I chose Danny exactly because he looked to cute and innocent and like he'd never even had a stiffy before. I wanted to make him a sordid little cock fiend, and I managed it much quicker than you'd ever think was possible. He's a horny little fucker. People might not expect kids to be much interested in sex before they hit puberty, but just give them a chance and they fucking love it. If you wanted proof you just had to come to our dorm after lights out. So, back to the story. I persuaded Danny it would be fun to be naked under our cassocks, and it only took a couple of days of pestering for him to agree to it. We put on our cassocks as normal with everyone else, but then slipped out to the toilet and stripped off all our clothes except shoes and socks before we went in to the cathedral. I was so excited I was boned up before we'd even done anything, and the rough cassock material was kind of nasty and nice at the same time, rubbing on my cock. Danny was hard too. During the service, we have bits where we sing and then we sit for the readings and prayers and stuff. The cassocks have slits cut to let you reach the pockets of your trousers, so during one of the readings, I slipped my hand into Danny's cassock and took hold of his dick. He's not very big yet, but kinda average for his age. We'd measured, actually, so I can tell you exactly. He's 4cm soft and 6 and a half hard. Oh, hang on, old men work in feet and inches, don't they. Wait a sec, let me get my ruler.... 4cm is about an inch and a half, 6 and a half cm is about 2 and a half inches. As for me, I'm 5 and a half cm soft (a bit more than 2 inches) and 8cm hard (a bit more than 3 inches). So anyway, I had my hand on Danny's dick and was wanking him really slowly, trying not to be too obvious. The boys either side of us could tell what was going on, but hopefully no-one else. Danny reached in and took mine, and I can tell you, wanking with a mate when you're more or less naked in a church is the scariest and sexiest thing I've ever done. During Evensong, the congregation is normally pretty small – maybe 10 or 20 people, so instead of sitting in the nave, most of them come up into the seats behind and around the choir stalls. So while Danny was working his magic on my 8 centimetres, I was trying my best to keep a straight face, and looking across at the few old ladies to make sure no-one had noticed what we were doing. One of the regulars in the evensong congregation was Mr Dixon, who was one of the art teachers at school. He'd never taught me, but some of my friends who'd had him said he was funny but a bit weird. He's younger than most of the other teachers – maybe 20 or 30 or something (I'm no good at telling how old grown-ups are), and kind of handsome. He was sitting where he usually sits, right where I could see him clearly (I'm sure I've caught him staring at me before now), and when I glanced across at him, his eyes were locked on my face. I blushed and looked away, and leant over to Danny to subtly tell him to stop because we'd been rumbled, but before I could get the words out, my orgasm hit me. Without meaning to, I looked back up at Mr Dixon, who was still staring straight at me, so he was staring right into my eyes at the moment I climaxed. I was doing my best to keep my face completely blank, but what with the excitement of doing this during a church service, and having Mr Dixon watching me, and knowing I'd completely corrupted Danny by persuading him to do this, I'm sure it would be obvious to anyone who bothered to look that there were amazing things going on in my crotch. And Mr Dixon knew, I could tell. I could see the corner of his mouth lift slightly, and he kept his gaze on me long enough to be sure that he knew what we'd done, and he was making sure I knew that he knew. I was so embarrassed and shitting myself at what would happen. I pulled my hand slowly out of Danny's crotch. He frowned and looked confused – obviously he hadn't noticed Mr Dixon at all, but I couldn't explain because the reading finished and we had to stand up to sing the Nunc Dimittis. Mr Dixon kept glancing at me all the way through the rest of the service, and Danny kept giving me looks that meant he wanted me to get him off, but I was far too scared to put my hand anywhere near him. When the end of the service finally came, we always processed out to the song school where we took off our cassocks. I was in such a daze that I even started to unbutton my cassock with everyone else before I remembered I didn't have anything on underneath, and had to run to the toilets to get back into my clothes. When we came out and started our walk across the Cathedral Close to the boarding house, I was scanning around for Mr Dixon, waiting for the inevitable bollocking that would come. I couldn't see him, so I set off at a run just in case he was still in the Cathedral. We normally go straight into the canteen for our supper after evensong, and when I could see the light glowing through the glass door I felt like a sailor catching sight of a lighthouse in a stormy sea. I'd made it. I pushed open the door with a massive sigh of relief, only to discover Mr Dixon leaning against the counter, chatting to the dinner ladies. I froze, not knowing whether to turn and run or act like nothing had happened. The other choristers then came in through the door, so I had no choice but to pick up my tray and slide it along the rails towards the food and Mr Dixon. He turned and smiled at me, told me he'd decided to eat with the boarders tonight, and then carried on chatting to the dinner ladies like nothing had happened. He got his food and moved off to the table with the 4 or 5 other teachers who were eating in the canteen that evening, and I just gawped after him like an idiot. Had I got away with it? Maybe he hadn't noticed anything? Or was he going to slap a detention on me without warning? Jesus, this was horrible. I didn't know what to think. Oh shit, maybe he'd go straight to the headmaster? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I woke up enough to get my food and sit down, but my mind was racing so much on what would happen to me, that I didn't even have the sense to sit with my back to Mr Dixon. So, all through the meal, I kept glancing up and catching his eye, and he would smile back in a way that could mean "didn't he sing well at evensong" or "just you wait till I haul you in front of the headmaster" or even "I'd like to fuck your chubby little arse". Danny sat next to me at the meal, and I gave in to his pestering and told him why I hadn't got him off during the service, but even when I was explaining it to him, I kept glancing at Mr Dixon and wondering if he could lip-read. Danny kept rubbing his leg against mine and at one scary moment even put his hand in my crotch when Mr Dixon was looking. He looked so disappointed when I told him to stop it but I'd had enough shit-your-pants moments for one day. That night, Danny snuck out of his dorm and came to my bed. That was pretty fucking brave of him to do – there's big punishments if you're caught out of bed, and normally the older boys go to the younger ones, not the other way round. Of course, it's much easier and safer if your fuck-buddy is in the same dorm, but I guess it's part of that double standard about gayness in our school. Somehow it's less gay if your bum boy isn't one of your normal friends, and especially if he's younger than you. I'd been lying staring at the cracks in the ceiling, worrying my arse off about what Mr Dixon was going to do, and getting randy from the sounds coming from the next bed – my best mate Jack was fucking the life out of Rees, one of the really camp boys who more or less offered their bums for free for anyone who wanted it. I'd had Rees before a couple of times, and he knew how to work his arse muscles to really milk you, so if Danny hadn't come in I would have had dibs on sloppy seconds. But instead my amazing cute little Danny climbed in, snuggled up next to me and whined "Charlie, you didn't make me cum yet!" I wrapped my arms around him and he wriggled his sexy little body against mine, pushing his crotch against my belly and rubbing his thigh against my dick. I really wanted to kiss him, but you had to be careful doing that in public (that gay thing again), so we slid down under the covers a bit where we were out of sight. Down here it was really warm and dark, and we slipped out of our pyjamas and got ourselves horned up and a little bit sweaty. I kissed him hard, really dipping my tongue deep into his mouth, pulling his body against mine and squeezing his bum cheeks. It's amazing how sexy this innocent, angelic looking boy is. Put him in his cassock and you'd think he'd never even heard of wanking, but here he was, spinning round without me needing to ask so that we could 69 under the covers. He wasted no more time tossing me off, but took me into his mouth and sucked hard and fast from the get go. This was kind of his trademark. He'd not been sucking cock all that long – maybe 2 months – and still had a lot to learn, but so far I hadn't taught him any other techniques because I like it so much when he just goes with everything he's got right from the start. I don't think he's been sucking anyone else, either, unless he's got a little friend his own age I don't know about. Danny stopped to complain that I hadn't started sucking him yet – I'd been enjoying what he was doing to me so much I'd forgotten the throbbing little prick in front of me. Danny's foreskin comes right over his cock head in a tight knot, which you have to gradually work down before you can really get at his helmet. I held his dick between a finger and thumb, and wobbled this little knot backwards and forwards with my tongue. With a gentle pull down his shaft, and plenty of tongue, I can get it down in less than a minute now. When we first started sucking, it took much longer cos it hurt him if I did it too quickly. When I had it down, it basically stayed down until he went soft again, because it didn't go over his helmet very easily. But I could still get my tongue under a bit and swirl it around, which Danny loved. We were both pretty horny, so we both came pretty quickly, almost at the same time. When we'd finished, Danny came back up the right way round, and we both moved up from under the covers because it was really hot under there. We cuddled for a minute (again, there's unwritten gayness rules about cuddling – it can only happen straight after an orgasm, and only for a minute or two – anything more than that and you're gay), and I enjoyed running my hands over his thin, smooth body. We both looked over at Jack and Rees going at it doggy style, where Jack was only just cumming. He was famous in our dorm for lasting much longer than anyone else. In fact, when someone first noticed he lasted for a long time, we decided to have a dorm competition – all 6 of us in the dorm took it in turns to fuck Rees in the bum, and we timed how long we lasted. Jack lasted more than twice as long as any of the rest of us. Rees enjoyed himself that night, but really sealed his reputation as being definitely definitely gay. By letting us do that to him, he made his daytime life more difficult, but got a lot more action at night as compensation. Swings and roundabouts. Anyway, Danny and I lay there spooning, watching Jack cumming violently into Rees's talented bum hole (Jack was the first of our dorm to squirt, too), and when they'd finished and Rees had staggered back to his own dorm, Danny rolled to face me and asked if I wanted to fuck his bottom. I said yes (of course), and Danny got into our favourite position, where he lies on his back with his knees up by his shoulders. Jack was leaning up on one elbow, watching us, and he rolled a jar of Vaseline across the carpet, saying "There you go, gaybos". "Cheers," I replied, and slathered a good amount on my dick and on Danny's hole. I'd first fucked Danny maybe two weeks after we first sucked, so that means we've been doing it for about a month and a half, and I still need to be a bit gentle until he's warmed up. I know how to treat my pets. If I'd tried to fuck him as hard as Jack was just fucking Rees, there's no way he'd ever let me do it again. But give it time, and before too long he'll be taking it as hard as I can give it. Danny was lovely and tight, and I loved having my face so close to his when I was inside him. If we'd been on our own, I would have loved to kiss him over and over again while we did this, but with an audience, I held back from doing that. I know Jack wouldn't turn on me, but there were other boys in this dorm as well, and I didn't want to risk getting a reputation like Rees. Danny made noises a bit like a kitten while I fucked him – he really loved it, and I loved seeing his cock jumping as I pushed in. He didn't normally bother to wank himself while being fucked, because he liked it best of all when he came just from the feelings inside him. I liked that best too. It makes you feel fucking amazing to know you can make someone cum just with your dick. I did get a bit harder when I got close, giving him really long, deep thrusts that pushed him right down into the mattress. That was what pushed him over the edge, and I followed soon after. When I came, I dropped my head down next to his and snuck a kiss onto his neck, and then collapsed onto him. I'm quite a bit bigger than him so he pushed me off, and we lay there cuddling, enjoying the warmth and feel of each other. Just before he left to go back to his own dorm, we slipped down under the covers again for a few last kisses, and I whispered thank you to him for coming to see me tonight. What an amazing boy. xxxxx For the next few days, I spent all my time worrying about Mr Dixon and what he was going to do. But for days, nothing happened, and I finally decided he hadn't noticed what we were doing in church and thought I must be safe. But still, every time I saw him at school, and every night at evensong, he would catch my eye and give me a smile that I never got from the other teachers (except the batty old drama teacher who once told me she saw me as the incarnation of Puck). So I'd more or less let my guard down when he scared the shit out of me on Friday. As normal, he came to evensong and spent most of the time watching me, and we were just heading out to walk back across to the boarding house afterwards when he called my name. I literally jumped, I was so shocked to see him, which made him smile, and made a few of the other choristers laugh. I walked across, terrified of what he was going to say, so I was really confused when he just asked if I wanted to go to his flat on Saturday morning. I stammered a bit, and finally managed to get out, "I'm going into town in the morning, sorry." Not strictly true, but some instinct told me not to say yes. At least, not straight away. "How about the afternoon, then?" he pressed, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you, if you're not too busy." This was odd. If he wanted to tell me off, why wasn't he ordering me to see him? Why was he leaving it up to me? I couldn't quite work it out there and then so I decided to be a bit vague. "Yeah, maybe, but I might be doing some stuff, you know, with my mates." "Well, if you're around, I think you might like what I've got to say." "Yeah, like I said, maybe." He looked straight at me, like he was trying to work out what I was thinking. "Well, if you decide to come, my flat's the green door on the top floor of the Atherton building." "Yeah, I know." The school was in a few buildings scattered around the Cathedral Close in the town centre. Some of the younger, single teachers had flats in school buildings, and it was normally common knowledge amongst the pupils who lived where. I had maths and geography in the building he lived in, so I'd seen him coming in and out of the green door loads of times. I spent the rest of the evening trying to work out what would happen if I went to Mr Dixon's flat, and I talked it over with Jack (I'd told him all about what me and Danny had got up to in Evensong). In the end we decided that if he wanted to tell me off, he'd do it whether or not I went to his flat, and if I annoyed him by refusing to go, he might be more likely to tell me off. So all in all I thought I might as well go to see what the deal was. I clearly had Mr Dixon on the brain, because that night I had a really sexy dream about him. I was sitting in the choir stalls naked under my cassock, but instead of Danny next to me it was Mr Dixon. He pulled my cassock right up over my knees and wanked me, and I spurted loads of cum all over the place (which I can't do yet in real life). Then he got down on his knees and licked it all off, then bent me over the shelf where we rest our books and fucked my bum, and I came again all over the floor. I was harder than I'd ever been when I woke up, it was such a sexy dream, and I wanked three times before breakfast thinking about it. So I was super excited to go over to his flat, and I was kinda hoping he really did fancy me and that we'd fuck. Just before I went over I suddenly got a bit nervous, and started worrying about whether he was going to tie me up and rape me, or really was just going to tell me off, so I decided to take Danny along with me for moral support. We went round after lunch and Mr Dixon seemed sort of surprised to see me, but pleased at the same time. If he was disappointed that I'd brought Danny too, he didn't show it. He invited us in and sat us down on his sofa and got us cokes from his fridge, and then kinda nervous he started to explain why he'd brought me over. "I was struck the first time I saw you, Charlie, by the quite remarkable similarity between you and..." I cut in. "Seriously, this is what you've brought me here for? To tell me I look like that kid from Outnumbered? Jesus!" I was annoyed, as you can probably tell. Danny giggled. He looked confused. "What's Outnumbered? Is that a TV programme?" "Oh, right..." I mumbled, "Yeah, it's a TV programme and loads of people say I look like a kid off it, but I don't at all, and it really pisses.... sorry, really annoys me." Danny gasped, and Mr Dixon blinked, but he didn't say anything about me swearing by accident. I do that sometimes and it's got me into real trouble before, but he pretended not to notice. "No, Charlie, it's someone else entirely. Wait there, and I'll show you." He disappeared into the next room, which looked like it was probably his bedroom but I couldn't really tell because he closed the door behind him, and then came back in holding a big heavy book with a picture of a painting on the front. It was a book of pictures by some painter guy who I hadn't heard of, called Caravaggio. But I guess being an Art teacher he was bound to know more painters than I did. Anyway, he opened the book and passed it to me, and I just sat there gawping at it. It was a picture of me. Seriously, that picture was so exactly like what I see in the mirror every day that at first I thought he must have done something with Photoshop to make it. But the book looked genuine so I guess it must just have been a coincidence. A really weird coincidence. It was a pretty weird picture, too. This boy was completely naked and had big fuck off wings and he was half getting off a table or something, and there was loads of random shit all over the table and the floor, and the boy was looking kind of straight at you like he was saying "come and get it then". He wasn't hard, but I got hard straight away, cos the look on his face was what a boy has when he wants to be fucked, and even though he looked so exactly like me, I wanted to fuck him. "What do you think then Charlie, don't he think he looks like you? Isn't it uncanny?" He was right. His face, his body, his dick, even his fucking haircut were exactly the same as mine. But I wasn't going to admit it. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Kind of, if you squint at it. It's just cos we've got the same hair." Mr Dixon and Danny both said something like "Are you serious?" at the same time. Danny said "Charlie, look at it, it's YOU!" Mr Dixon added "It's as if you modelled for the picture!" "I s'pose." He sort of blew air out of his nose, half laughing at the fact that I refused to agree with him, and then started to talk about the picture and the guy who painted it. Some Italian guy from like 400 years ago or something. Clearly a paedo if he was painting pictures of naked boys giving him the come-to-bed eyes. I don't remember much about what he said cos I was too busy staring at myself giving myself a come-on, and wondering if I could work out how to do the same look to Mr Dixon so he'd want to fuck me. I decided to try it, so I sort of shifted my crotch a bit to make him look at it and notice my stiffy, and looked up into his eyes from under my eyelashes. He really was pretty handsome, he had kind of longish straight brown hair (not like to his shoulders or anything, but longer than any of the other men teachers) and a little bit of stubble cos it was Saturday and he hadn't shaved, and it was a full two seconds before he broke the eye contact and looked away uncomfortable. I knew he was totally into me then. Then he said how he'd always liked this picture, even before he first saw me (definitely a paedo!), and how sometimes it's good for artists to copy other good artists, and so how he'd done sketches of the picture, but he wanted to do more sketches using my actual face instead of copying from the picture. "So you just want to draw me?" "Essentially, yes." I was a bit disappointed really. Not that I expected him to tell me he wanted to bone me hard right here on the sofa, but still. I decided to tease him a bit. "So you want me to take all my clothes off while you spend hours gazing at my body?" Danny stifled a shocked giggle at how ballsy I was to say that, and Mr Dixon blushed bright red, and it was so funny to watch him fighting the urge to say yes. What he did say was "I'm not sure the school or your parents would take too kindly to me having naked 12 year olds in my flat. I think we'll leave the clothes on, and I shall be content to sketch your face." I shifted position again, stretching my body and letting my hand trail over the hard bulge in my jeans, and asked, "and what do I get out of it?", desperate for him to take the hint and the answer to be "as many orgasms as you can throb onto my tongue". But instead his eyes flicked briefly across to Danny then back to me, and he said, "Oh, well, that depends on what you'd like. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to pay you, but I've got a few games consoles you and your friends can play on if you like, and I could take you to Pizza Hut or something like that." Danny said "Cooooool!", and I tried to look like it was an offer that was just about good enough. We got started pretty much straight away. He put me on a chair in the middle of the room so he could move around me and sketch from different angles. Danny stayed on the sofa, and after staring at the picture in the book for a bit longer (and trying to be subtle about squeezing his dick through his jeans, I noticed), he then switched on Mr Dixon's PS3 and started to play a game. I grabbed the book when Danny put it down, and had a look through. There were quite a few with boys about my age and a bit older, and some others with the same boy (me!) modelling. I kept coming back to that one picture of me, and I was really turned on by it. I asked Mr Dixon about the boy, and he told me while he worked. He said he was called Cecco and he was Caravaggio's assistant who did stuff like mixing up his paints for him. And modelling, obviously. "And he didn't mind having naked pictures painted of him?" "Apparently not. But back then, nudity didn't have quite the same meaning as it does today. You'd see boys swimming naked all the time, it was quite normal." "But look how he's looking at the camera... I mean, the painter. That's not just normal nudity, is it? Him and Caravaggio must have been doing it." Mr Dixon burst out laughing at this, but I think it was just because he was shocked I'd say it. "Well, no-one knows for sure, but yes, some people think Caravaggio and Cecco were lovers." Danny perked up at this, and grinned at me. "I knew it!" I said, "I knew he was a paedo. This book's full of naked boys!" Mr Dixon gave one of his half smiles and said nothing. He kept doing quick little sketches in one place, then moving to a new position. I was pretty impressed by how quick he could do a sketch actually. He kept handing them to me when he was done, and they looked pretty good. But I noticed after doing a few of my face, he started doing other bits of me, like my hands, and then my arms, and the bit of my shoulder that dropped down into my t-shirt which was kinda loose round the neck. I could tell he wanted to see more skin, but I guessed he was too scared about being sacked to ever ask. So, I decided to take the lead. "You know," I said, "I don't mind taking my t-shirt off if you want to draw me properly." He considered it for a bit, and then said, "If you like." I stood and took it off, but didn't stop there, taking off my jeans and my boxers at the same time. He just sat there silently with his mouth wide open for ages, just staring at me. I was rock hard, I had been pretty much the whole way through, and I twitched the muscles in my dick to make it boing a bit. He must have stared at me for like two minutes before he leant over to pick up a bigger pad and carried on sketching without saying a word. Danny had paused the PS3 and knelt up on the sofa, squeezing his dick through his jeans without trying to hide what he was doing. This was unbelievably sexy. I couldn't see Mr Dixon's crotch because of the way he was holding his sketch pad, but there's no way in hell he could have stayed soft. He kept this sketch going for much longer than the others, putting in more shading and detail and stuff, and Danny had moved up behind him to watch over his shoulder. He was more or less leaning onto Mr Dixon while he worked, and I wondered if Mr Dixon could feel Danny's prick stabbing him in the back. After what seemed like ages, he laid down the sketch book flat in his lap, and sighed. "Finished?" I asked. "Yes, I think so." He turned the pad round for me to see, and fair play to him, he'd drawn my dick fully hard, he didn't shy away from that. I wasn't in exactly the same position as the picture in the book, but he'd really got a lusty look in my eyes. I guess I must have been giving him the full come-on while he drew me without really meaning too, and there was the evidence on paper. Danny said, "It's really sexy, Charlie," and came forward and took hold of my dick in his hand. He got down on his knees and sucked me right there in front of Mr Dixon, while I stared into the teacher's eyes, and he looked back excited and scared looking both at once. I nudged Danny off me, and gestured for Mr Dixon to come and take over, but he gave a tiny little shake of the head and just sat there without saying anything. So Danny carried on, and this time I let myself go into his sexy little angel's mouth, cumming with an embarrassingly high pitched cry while I gazed at Mr Dixon. I slumped back in my chair, and Danny immediately stepped up onto the seat, pulling his solid little prong out of his flies for me to suck. I decided to pull his trousers right down to give Mr Dixon a nice view of his tasty little bum to try to entice him into the action, but he sat perfectly still all the way through to Danny's orgasm, which wasn't very long, to be fair. Danny sat down in my lap and we kissed, and it was so exciting to be kissing him openly with someone watching. What with all those weird rules about gayness in the boarding house, in some ways it was more exciting to kiss Danny in front of an audience than it was to suck him. Weird, huh? Then I got down onto the carpet on my hands and knees, and sort of slinkily crawled across to Mr Dixon, and put my hand on his knee and tried to move the pad out of the way so that I could get to his dick. But he wouldn't let me move it. "No Charlie, I can't," he said. "I'm your teacher, I really can't." I pouted and tried to look sexy, and almost whined, "But I want to." He shook his head, never taking his eyes off me, so I stood up to show him what he was missing. I ran my hands slowly down over my body, and teased my dick back up to a boner, then turned my back to him and bent forward slightly, running my hands over my bum. Looking over my shoulder, I said, "just look what you could have if you wanted it, Mr Dixon." He still didn't move, so I shouted "Fine!" and put my clothes back on. "Come on Danny, we're going." He pulled his jeans back up and followed like a good little puppy, leaving Mr Dixon with a massive boner and the best wank fodder of his life. xxxxx All the next week, I kept seeing Mr Dixon around school, and kept catching his eye, but instead of giving me a sly grin like he used to, he just looked embarrassed and looked away. He stopped coming to evensong, too. I guess he was just scared he'd lose his job or something, but it was just frustrating. I wanked myself sore thinking about him that week. It's weird, I've never really got obsessed with a grown-up before, only boys. I've had fantasies about men sometimes, but it's never lasted through a whole week's worth of wanks. Because he doesn't actually teach me, and because he was probably avoiding me, I never got the chance to talk to him in the week. I never got the opportunity to go up to his flat during the week cos we were always in school or at choir practice or in Evensong and there wasn't time. But I'd decided I'd go back round on Saturday and bloody well MAKE him fuck me. I don't get turned down very often and I don't like it when I do. But I didn't have to wait till Saturday, cos Thursday night I had a nice surprise cos he was on duty in the boarding house. I think the normal guy was ill or something. He'd never done the duty before so I was super excited, and being round loads of other boys, if I went and talked to him he had no choice but to act normal and listen. Not that I was going to ask him to do me in front of the other boarders. But I made sure I bent over in front of him a few times, and lucky for me it was sausages for tea so I could catch his eye as I slipped it through my lips and give him a sexy little smirk. It was really fun, actually, trying to think up ways of turning him on without anyone else noticing. Jack noticed, but then I tell him everything so he knew what I was trying to do. And Danny might've done too, I dunno. Normally during the day he spends most of the time with kids his own age, so I didn't actually speak to him all that much during the week. Anyway, in the boarding house each year group has lights out 15 minutes after the last one, so the oldest kids get to stay up a bit later. I'm about half way through, cos there's little ones like Danny in Year 4 of the Junior School who have lights out at 8 o'clock, and I'm in the Second Year of the Senior School so mine's at 9, and it goes up to the Upper 6th who have it at like 10 o'clock or something. So normally if I want to fuck Danny after lights out, he's already been in bed more than an hour so he's sometimes asleep and depending how horny I am I either wake him up, or go and have a wank, or find someone else to fuck. Sometimes I wank next to his bed holding my dick over his face. I can't wait till I can make sperm, so I can shoot it onto his lips when he's asleep. I think that would be really sexy. But I'm getting distracted. This night, the Thursday night when Mr Dixon was on duty, I basically had to wait more than an hour before all the older boys had been sent to bed before I could go and find Mr Dixon, but my watch has got a light so I could see when it was time. I put on my dressing gown and went down to the common room where I found him flicking through the channels on the TV. He'd left the door open so I crept in behind him without him noticing, but he must've seen my reflection in the screen or something because after I'd stood there a few seconds he turned around. "You're supposed to be in bed, young man." "I know, but I couldn't stop thinking about you." Man that sounded cheesy. He gave me a funny look, and said, "Off to bed now, please." I moved round and sat down next to him on the sofa. "I just wanted you to know, Mr Dixon, that if you're worried you'll be fired or something, you don't have to worry. I'm never going to tell anyone that you bummed me hard." "I've done no such thing!" "Not yet." There was a little bit of silence, and then he told me to go to bed again. "Do you want to draw me again? Shall I come over on Saturday?" "I don't think that's a good idea, Charlie. I shouldn't have let you.... do what you did last time." "Why not? I wanted to do it, and Danny wanted to do it, and I KNOW you wanted to do it." I took his hand and slid it towards my crotch, and his fingers felt so nice brushing over my thigh, and he let me get it all the way to my cock which gave a little twitch, before he snatched it away and he suddenly got angry. "You're reading things into the situation that weren't there. I did not ask you to remove your clothes, and I certainly did not ask you to engage in that... act... with an 8 year old boy. I need to be clear with you Charlie so that you don't get the wrong idea. This will never ever happen. You need to put it out of your head, and you need to go to bed. Now." It was like I'd kicked him a football and he'd stabbed a hole into it. Suddenly I was sitting there thinking I must've got it wrong and he didn't fancy me at all. I wanted to argue, but he was glaring at me so I said nothing and went to bed, crying like a baby with a shitty nappy. xxxxx Friday at school was hell, I couldn't concentrate so I got bollocked in almost every lesson for not paying attention. I felt like running away it was so shit. And then Mr Fucking Dixon (or Mr No-fucking Dixon) was on duty again in the boarding house, so I just stayed away from him and refused to look at him. Fucking prick tease. I know he fucking wanted it, there's no way he'd obsess over a 400 year old painting of a naked boy if he wasn't a paedo, there's no way he'd sit and draw me naked and hard if he wasn't a paedo, and there's no fucking way he'd sit and watch me and Danny sucking each other off right in front of him if he wasn't a fucking paedo. He fucking wants me but he's too much of a fucking pussy to do anything about it. And, breathe. Sorry, I got very angry on Friday. I even hurt my hand by punching a wall during English. So, Saturday morning I made up my mind to go back to his flat. I was so eager to get there I ran straight over after breakfast (after cleaning my teeth, of course – don't want to have stink breath, do I?), forgetting that normal people have a lie in on a Saturday, especially if they've been up till midnight yelling at teenagers to be quiet after lights out. So when I knocked on his door, he came still in his dressing gown, and he was NOT expecting it to be me. He basically told me to go away and shut the door on me, so I hammered on it over and over again until he came back. "What is WRONG with you Charlie?" I put on a worried puppy expression and wobbled my bottom lip like I was going to cry, and he gave in and let me in. He'd left the door of his bedroom open a tiny bit, so I decided to poke my head inside when he went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Here was proof, if I needed it. On the opposite wall to the bed (which had a rumpled duvet and a nice, manly smell to it), right smack bang where you could see it if you were sitting up in bed, was a big, framed copy of the Caravaggio picture. So Mr "I'm-not-a-paedo-honest" Dixon had a naked sexy 12 year old boy staring down at his bed every night. And underneath this picture, bluetacked to the wall was the big, naked, hard sketch he'd done of me. And scattered all over the bed were the little quick sketches he'd done of me, and all over the floor were crumpled cummy tissues. Totally busted. I stripped off and climbed into the bed to wait for him. I heard him come out of the kitchen where he'd been making coffee or something, and when he got into the empty living room he said, "Where are you?" I giggled, and he followed the sound to find me writhing on his bed. He looked angry. Really angry. "Charlie, you need to get out of my bed and put your clothes on and go back to the boarding house." I ignored him and replied, "Mr Dixon, now that I've seen what you've got on your wall, and on your bed, and (I leant over the side, picked up a tissue and sniffed it) on the floor, we can stop this pretending that you don't want me, can't we?" "Charlie you're 12 years old and I am a teacher at your school. Very bad things would happen." "Only if someone found out. I'M not going to tell anyone. Are you?" He sounded really frustrated. "There's any number of ways people could find out. Someone could see you coming to my flat and get suspicious. And there's no telling what Danny might say, or..." "Danny wouldn't do that," I butted in. "Maybe not on purpose, but he could easily say something innocently that could get me into a lot of trouble. I'm talking prison, Charlie, never being able to teach again, my family disowning me. I'm not sure you realise quite how bad it would be. Is that what you want?" "Of course not. But we could be careful. I know we could do it. You've no idea how good teenage boys are at getting lots of sex without anyone finding out." "You're not a teenager yet." "I am almost. Only four months until I'm 13. OK, here's a test. You're a teacher, you were in charge of about 50 boys in the boarding house the last couple of evenings, so that makes you responsible for keeping us safe from bogeymen and dirty old paedos, right?" "Right." "So, would it surprise you if I told you that right under your nose, there were probably about 6 or 7 couples having sex that would count as statutory rape if the Police ever found out?" "What?" That shocked the fuck out of him. "Serious. Anything between someone over 16 and someone under 16 counts as rape, doesn't it. I googled it. And every night, 50 horny boys play all kinds of sex games and none of the teachers know a thing about it." He stood there, staring at me, thinking, trying to work things out for himself. I very slowly moved my body around to gradually slide the duvet off, revealing myself and my hard dick to him. I took hold of myself and began a slow wank, all the time giving him Caravaggio's boy's come-to-bed look. I could see his resolve crumbling as he watched, cos his dressing gown was only loosely tied, and I could see his erection growing in his boxers underneath. He had on the type that are kind of tight against your skin. He stood there watching me for ages, and eventually he gave in and moved towards the bed, taking off his dressing gown as he did. His body was kind of slim and with a little bit of muscle but no 6-pack. He had a tiny bit of hair between his pecs, and a trail from his belly button down into his boxers. He wrapped his arms around me (at LAST!) and kissed me hard and passionately for fucking ages. I was so randy. I pushed on his shoulders and he rolled onto his back, and I pulled his boxers off, and his cock was massive, the fattest I'd ever seen, though to be fair I hadn't seen many grown-up's cocks. The oldest boy who'd ever fucked me was 15, and his cock was probably 16 or 18cm long (that's like 7 inches on my ruler), and Mr Dixon was probably about the same length but much much bigger around. It looked like it was really going to hurt and to be honest I was shitting myself a bit about taking it. I started by wanking him gently a couple of times, and then started to lick the head around like an ice-cream. He was leaking precum which I kept licking off his piss-slit, and I gradually worked more and more of his big fat head into my mouth. When I got the whole helmet in there it must have been the most stuff I'd ever had in my mouth, so I basically just waggled my tongue a bit and did the best I could. My mouth got sore pretty quick, so I kept taking it out and kissing and suckling on the end as a little rest. After a bit he rolled me onto my back, and kissed and licked all the way down my body to my cock, and he gave me the most expert amazing blow job I'd ever had. It made me think he must've sucked a boy before, because you need a completely different technique for a little cock than you do for a big one. That got me thinking maybe he was scared of shagging me because of almost being found out with another boy some other time, or maybe he sucked a lot when he was young and just remembered how to do it. I dunno, I forgot to ask him about it. Like I said, I was really fucking randy, so he had me cumming super quick, but he kept on going and gave me two orgasms in a row. Even though I can't wait till I can spunk, being able to do two in a row is pretty amazing and I'll miss it when I get older. When I'd climaxed the second time, I climbed on top of him and we kissed again, and I rubbed myself over his big boner while he kept squeezing my bum and slipping a finger in to test how tight I was. "I'm going to loosen you up now, Charlie," he said, and got a big tube of lube and four different sized dildos out of his bedside cabinet. I'd never seen a dildo in real life before, so I was kinda excited about taking four of them in a row. The first one was smaller than the biggest cock I'd had, so it went in pretty easy, but it felt nice and snug and tickled me inside. The next one was a little bit bigger, but enough to start stretching me, but he did it nice and slow so it wouldn't hurt, and once I was used to it it felt good. The third one was a vibrator as well, so when it was in (which took a bit of time), he turned it on, gently at first, which was the strangest feeling I'd ever had, having it buzzing all the way up inside of me. I couldn't decide whether I liked it or not, cos it was really stretching me, and he didn't leave it in me long enough to get completely used to it. The last one was a fucking beast. It was huge and black and veiny, shaped like a real cock. It was much longer than Mr Dixon's cock, but not quite as fat, so as long as he didn't push it all the way up, it would be the last step towards taking his dick inside me. He went really slow with this one, and it fucking hurt, but he kept encouraging me and telling me I was doing really well, and I knew I'd have to do it if I wanted him to fuck me. He took his time and kept this one in for quite a long time, to really stretch everything and make sure there'd be space for the real thing, and to be honest by the end it wasn't too bad. When he wiggled it or rubbed it across that good spot inside me, it felt pretty nice. When he eventually took it out, he gave me a little break, and we kissed and sucked a bit more before the real action. Then we got started. He said he wanted me in the same kind of position as the Caravaggio picture, so he lay on his back and I straddled him, facing towards his head. To start with I rubbed myself up and down his shaft, sometimes with my boner and sometimes with my bum. Then I knelt up and pulled his thick dick upright, and positioned it against my hole. Very slowly, I let myself slip down onto him, and it hurt, but it was amazing to see the look on his face and how much he was loving it. I knew I'd be tight for him because he was so big, and I knew how amazing it was for him to have his favourite picture come to life after years of lying in bed wanking over it. It took me a long time and lots of little rests to get all the way down to the base of his shaft, but I did it. I stayed still for a long time to get used to having so much cock up my bum, and I tried to get that exact same sexy look on my face as the boy in the picture. I think I was pretty close. The only difference really was that my cock was absolutely rock hard. Oh, and I don't have wings. Mr Dixon was staring up at me in amazement, like he couldn't really believe what was happening. He looked so sexy. Eventually I decided the pain in my bum hole was small enough that I could start to move, but even so I had to take it slow. I pushed up really slowly with my knees, not very far to start with, and then came right back down onto him. I did that a few times, and then gradually started to come further up each time, until I was getting it to the point where I just had his helmet inside, and then slid back down onto the whole thing. Once the pain had gone away, it was fucking amazing. Having so much meat rubbing my good spot was such an incredible feeling, like no other fuck I'd had before. I got to the stage where I could pull slowly up, and then let my weight carry me down quick, so that I hit against his thighs with a slap each time. This was when he started to get close. I wanted to make his cum the most amazing cum he'd ever had, so I sped up again, even though this made it hurt a bit for me, but I didn't care because that lusty look on his face was all for me. I was making him feel this good, I was the boy sexy enough to tempt him to do things that were against the law, I was Caravaggio's boy, I was quite literally his dream come true. Every time I thought he was about to cum, he held on for a bit longer, and got a bit faster and a bit harder. He was holding my hips now, slamming up into me as I fell down onto him with each stroke, pulling me down hard and really rough. I was fucking loving it. I had another orgasm without touching, just like Danny likes so much, just at exactly the point when Mr Dixon groaned and held himself right inside me, and squirted his jizz right into my tummy. We stayed in position for a couple of minutes, and then when I pulled off, my hole was stretched so wide that all of his spunk came straight back out again (and there was bloody loads of it) and landed all over his cock. I grabbed some tissues and wiped it all up and cleaned myself off, and then snuggled on top of him. He pulled the duvet up over us and held me tight and we kissed again and again and it was the most amazing after-sex cuddle I'd ever had. Mr Dixon said something really nice to me. He said, "That was the most exquisite, wonderful, exhilarating experience of my life, Charlie." What I said back to him wasn't quite so poetic, but he got what I meant: "That was the best fuck I've ever had, by a mile." He laughed, and squeezed me tight. I was a happy boy.