Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 17:24:01 +0200
From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris my Teacher part 1 and 2

Chris my Teacher
Part 1 and 2
By Chaim (bchaim)
bchaim@hotmail.com

(M/t, adult-youth, first time, mast, oral, anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions between an
adult male and a minor. He is a teen but still a boy. If material of this
nature offends you, PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you
must be of legal age, where you live, to read this story. This is a work of
fiction!
Dutch is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes.

Comments and suggestions are very welcome at bchaim@hotmail.com
Happy Pesach! Happy Easter!

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Characters:
Jeff (me)	15, a young confused teen,
Chris		23, my History teacher.


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Part 1
The beginning
Wednesday
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It started a couple of months ago. I am Jeff and I was 15 years old. I am
now 16 and learned a lot the last period. I live with my parents, brother
and my dog in a nice house. I have long blond hair and like to dress casual;
jeans or shorts and a T shirt, socks, sneakers. Some people told me I looked
like a cute little boy this way. I didn't take it seriously, soccer is my
sport! I love Ajax and sometimes my Daddy takes us to a game in the `Arena'.
My parents think I have to dress and act more manly --smile-.

At school Chris Holland was my History teacher, he is a handsome strong man
and I was obsessed with his features. He was still quite young, I thought he
was in his early twenties. He must been working out a lot because he has an
athletic body. He became my jack off fantasy.
I dreamed about him in my bed, his great body excites me so much! I would
drop my sleeping boxers and jerk my still little cock in to an erection. I
wanked my cock with my hand building up a fantasy about him; Chris touching
me everywhere, holding me in his big arms, kissing, touching, stroking my
skin. Furiously jerking my boy cock, moaning, my head thrown back, I lost
control easily. It was just a fantasy but it felt so good! Groans of
pleasure would fill my room. Soon my hot boy cum gushed from my balls and I
shot it over my smooth belly and chest.

I dream also about my teacher Chris during the day. It was great to sit in
his class and to watch him moving around. Once I saw his hairy chest during
a swim tournament at school. He has a lot of hair between his prominent
little nipples and from his belly button to the waistband of his well filled
black Speedos.

We were making a test on Wednesday, it was very hot in the classroom but it
was a normal summer day. I was ready with my test and looked around, worse;
I stared at my teacher, Chris. His tight faded jeans, his red T shirt
reading `Von Dutch', the sweaty wet spots at his armpits, it looked all so
manly and great to me. I felt I was horny and in love with his body! I had
to hide my boner stretching the cotton of my briefs and shorts.
Twice I sent him a mail under a fake name and using a fake hotmail account.
I wrote him explaining my feelings for him; my desire for his great strong
body, never leaving a name or hint who I was; a boy from his school nor
myself. He never sent a reaction.

My teacher Chris tapped me on my shoulder and pointed to the door of our
class room. I followed him out of the classroom. We stood in the corridor
and he told me,
"Jeff, come back to my class at the end of the day, because we have to
discuss a serious matter."

I wondered what happened, I was very good at history and liked my teacher
very much! Well, I knew I liked him maybe too much. I thought I was safe
about my e-mails, but still was a little worried. What did he want to
discuss with me in private?

My last class was over and I reported to my teacher Chris. He told me to
take a seat in front of his desk. He said with a very serious voice,
"Jeff, you are in a lot of trouble! You are a kind maybe good boy, but you
passed all limits."

"Sir, I don't understand."
He got very angry and gave me a real speech about my e-mails to him. He
found out who I was, checking out my IP address.
He told me he had nothing against confused teens, but my openly staring at
his crotch in class, my begging e-mails were not allowed at school. He said,
"Jeff, your parents have to be called to report this. If you get on, moving
on this way, there is no way out, boy. You will be expelled sending sexual
orientated e-mails to a teacher. You understand this is very, I mean very!
serious? Jeff, boy you are in deep trouble!"

Sweat dripped from my red face. I knew it, he was right, I was in deep
trouble. My life collapsed and I felt guilty and terrible. I feared the
reaction of my parents and asked him terrified,
"Sir, is there a any way to avoid it? Do you really have to involve my
parents into this?"

He looked at me and said,
"Maybe, my boy, maybe we can work this out between us. You insulted me and
you need your punishment. I didn't report it yet to the Headmaster. Jeff, I
say not yet!"

I looked at his serious and angry face and asked him with a little trembling
kid voice,
"Sir, how can we work this out? I understand you are very angry. I will do
everything you say. Well, sir, I understand you have to punish me in a way.
Tell me what to do."

He relaxed and even smiled and said,
"I will think about it, but it will take a lot of work on your part. I will
tell your parents, that you will be a little late getting home the next
days. You will meet me here after school tomorrow. We will go to my place,
if we work this out together we don't do that at school."

I told him,
"Sir, sorry! My parents want to know what I do! If I have to stay after
school, sir and go to your place, I get into trouble at home. They will not
believe my story!"

Chris said,
"Jeff, no I don't think so, because I will send your parents a note. You
will get extra help after school."

He wrote me a short note and sent me on my way. As I was heading out the
door he said,
"Don't forget to be in my classroom right after school tomorrow; 3 o'clock
Jeff!"

I took the note home and gave it to my mother who was in the kitchen cooking
dinner. My Daddy came home late and my mother told him about the note,
"Jeff gets extra help from Chris Holland, his History teacher."

My Daddy gave the note a bored look and said that was good and told me, "You
better appreciate this Jeff! Chris Holland must be a great teacher taking
care of you."

I felt bad and confused. I couldn't eat and went to bed early. I had a
restless night, dreaming about Chris and his athletic body, his powerful
chest with those great nipples, his well filled Speedos.
I couldn't help myself but in the middle of the night I waked up. I stripped
from my grey sleeping boxers and stroked my begging little boy cock.
Spreading my smooth legs wide, laying on my back, I groaned,
"Oh, Chris!"

I fantasized about his hairy chest, his muscles, his nipples, all the things
I wanted to touch. The out line of his big cock, me standing there, spraying
my load on the black cotton of his swimwear. I groaned again and felt my boy
balls were tight to my body.
"Oh, fuck, Chris!"

I shot my hot teen cum all over myself! I had a huge orgasm and my belly was
wet of my boy cum. I slept peacefully after that and waked up very early. I
took a long warm shower, washed my long blond hair and dressed in white
tight boxers, wide running shorts and my favourite Nike T shirt. Whatever
Chris wanted me to do I wanted to look good.

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Part 2
Thursday
My first steps
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The next day I went to my school early. Chris didn't pay much attention at
me during our History class, but he just reminded me with a firm voice to
meet him after school. I didn't need that! I went to his classroom after
school. Chris said,
"Jeff, we go to my house and talk about how we work this out."

We went out and got into his red BMW sport car. He must be very rich, never
drove in such a luxury car! I hided my excitement this was not a joke. As we
drove to his apartment I was telling him after a deep unpleasant silence,
"Sorry, sir, I'm really sorry I sent those e-mails to you. I really hope you
will not tell my Daddy, sir!"

Chris patted my naked exposed knee and said,
"Jeff, I'm sure we will work out something good. Don't worry too much, take
it as it comes and you will live."

I wondered what my punishment would be; a lot of terrible home work? Writing
a paper? Do I have to clean his house, his garden? Do his shopping?
Chris asked me,
"How will your father react on these facts. His son acting like a perverted
gay teen, sending e-mails with love and sex under a fake name to his history
teacher?"

I felt really bad and my face was red with shame, my sweat was dripping down
from my forehead. I told him, being as honest as possible,
"Well, if my daddy will find out, I will get a beating so hard I can't sit
for a week and probably he will take my computer. I will be grounded for the
rest of the school year, sir."

We arrived at his ground-floor apartment and he told me to grab a seat on
the leather couch while he got us something to drink. Chris came back with a
soda for me and a Heineken beer for himself and he sat down next to me on
the couch. Chris sat really close to me and we nearly touched. I could smell
him; a mixture of after shave and manly sweat. After we drank in silence for
a few minutes he started asking me questions.
"Jeff, you sent me those horny e-mails. That is a fact. I need to have more
information to make a proper judgment. Give me an honest answer on my
questions!"

"Yes, sir."
Chris continued and asked me,
"Do you have a girl or boy friend?"

I told him with a trembling voice, I never discussed such things with
anyone,
"Not yet, Sir. I have some close friends."

"You fancy boys or man?"

I felt so strange sitting on the couch in his private apartment, so close to
his powerful and beautiful body. There was a strange stir in my shorts and I
prayed in silence not to spot a boner sitting so close to him.
"I don't know, sir, really I don't know much about these things."

He nodded his head and asked me,
"Don't be shy, just give an honest answer. You ever jacked off?"

I blushed with shame but told him,
"Yes, sir, I do sometimes."

"Tell me about your jack off dreams doing so."

I looked at him with terrified eyes. He just looked at me and what could I
do? I ignored my fantasies about him, I didn't want to tell him truth about
that, but said,
"Sir, I have sometimes a fantasy about my class mates in the locker room."

Chris looked at me and he arm was now behind my neck his hand touched my
shoulder. He said,
"You have to be honest with me. I think you are still holding back. You
really want to avoid more problems? I have an idea, think about it."

There was a deep silence before he continued,
"I think you need some real good sex-education, you used words in your
e-mails I think you don't understand yourself; what I mean is a real good
education with a lot of practice. It has to be done by a mature strong man
like me. That will be your punishment, because it will be not easy but it
will be your delight at the same time. I think, I like you in a way, the way
we will find out together very soon. You want that boy?"

"Yes, Sir."
I had no idea, it was like Greek to me. One thing for sure, I wanted --no
way-- my parents involved. I didn't feel I had the option to say no. The
sex-education sounded very weird, but I could live with it. After all I
still admired his strong body and it was great to be so close to him.

Chris gave me a nod and continued,
"My boy Jeff, first of all I want you to follow all my directions, they will
be orders for you. You can't say `no' to me when I tutor you, never. This is
our start, we will go slow.
I want to watch you, while you jack your little boy cock off. Maybe I can be
some help. Boys your age get easily embarrassed; don't! It will not help you
to have a shy attitude, it makes it worse.  If you give me a good show, I
will forget about your e-mails, but if not, I will have to report you.
Besides that, maybe I can teach you some tricks to make it feel much better.
Take off your T shirt and expose your smooth boy chest to me."

I felt horrible and shy but agreed and started to take off my Nike T shirt.
He stopped me taking my wrists in his strong hands and said,
"Jeff, wait a second, I want us to move to my bedroom. We need a good and
relaxed environment for this."

We moved into his huge bedroom. I stood there with a puzzled look on my red
face. Chris nodded his head,
"This is our place, Jeff."

His bedroom was huge and comfortable and I looked around, there were mirrors
everywhere. I took off my T shirt exposing my smooth boy chest to him. He
stroked my smooth chest and played with my little nipples. He smiled when I
groaned under his hands and said looking at me,
"You have a great teen body. I like it very much. Your chest is smooth, nice
developing muscles, a teen but still a boy. I want you to be completely
naked when you jerk your little cock for me."

I started to undress and Chris stopped me again. He said with a smile,
"I want to take some pictures of you, Jeff. Don't be shy, remember. We have
a lot of time, relax and get used to it."

I started objecting and pleaded,
"Sir, you can't do so. I can't do that for you. Sir, tell me what to do, but
don't take any pictures of my naked body!"

Chris said, his voice was firm again,
"Jeff remember! The deal is you follow all my directions, take it or leave
it. I can call your parents, inform the Headmaster, whatever. It sounds like
black mail, it isn't, because deep inside you need this all the way, don't
you boy? Be honest with yourself and accept your feelings."

I blushed and said,
"I don't really have choice, do I? Sir, I like you very much, that's true. I
can take it, do whatever you want. Maybe you are right, I don't know.
Please, don't take pictures! They will humiliate me, sir."

"You were right, you don't have a choice. Just follow my instructions and
directions and you will be fine."
Chris went out of the room and got a digital camera from the living room. He
ordered me now,
"Jeff, take off your clothes, one piece at a time."

I stripped from my sneakers, my white socks and all the time he took a
pictures of me. I was soon stripped down to just my white boxers. He made
compliments about my attitude, my teen body and told me to relax.
He ordered me to take different poses. He had me stand up and show my
biceps; to lay down with my legs to my chest; to kneel on his king size bed
with my back to his camera; to look over my shoulder licking my lips;
I ended `doggie-style' on his bed on my knees. Chris pulled my white boxers
down over my white ass cheeks. Chris slapped my white ass playfully,
"Good boy, that's the way, you are very good!"

He removed my white boxers over my nearly smooth legs and dropped them to
the floor of his bedroom. My boy boner slapped against my smooth belly.
Once I was completely naked he stroked my skin and directed me through a
whole set of poses again; he took close ups of my smooth little boy balls
and my now rock hard boy cock. He was including some terrible humiliating
shots; me bent over on his bed, with my hands spreading my ass cheeks. I had
to touch my own boy hole and Chris seemed to love it all!
He shot a lot of pictures again; One on my hands and knees on his bed and
one on my back with my legs spread wide open for him.
That felt so naked, exposed and vulnerable, so strange.
Doing so he stroked my warm skin and told me to relax. He kissed my belly,
my naked shoulders and even my cheeks.
He gave me a break and we were sitting at the edge of his bed. He took a
laptop and showed me the pictures. As we looked at the pictures he said,
"You know I don't think that watching you jack off is enough. You need much
more fun and I will give it to you all the way. I will give you a real good
sex- education."

I gave him a puzzled look,
"Sir, what do you mean?"

"What will happen if your Daddy sees these pictures?"

"My Dad would kill me, he is very upset about gay people. He hates them, he
will never accept this. If he sees this pictures I will be a death."
I started crying, tears were running over my red cheeks.

Chris said,
"He, little buddy, just calm down and listen. I will never show these
pictures to anyone as long as you do whatever I tell you, with no argument.
I know you need this to except your real feelings.
You really have no choice, Jeff, I have not only the pictures, I have those
e-mails. It means repeating your grade our following year. You do exactly
what I want and I will keep it as our secret."

Chris stood there and slowly took off his clothes. He exposed his muscular
hairy chest for me and slowly took off his jeans. He sat on the edge of the
bed in his white briefs. His huge crotch was prominent under the stretched
cotton and I admired his muscular hairy chest, his great nipples. He slowly
massaged his cock and said with a smile,
"We start today and from now on, you will come over twice a week and every
Saturday for my tutoring."

"Yes, Sir!"
I knew my voice was eager, I couldn't ignore the fact I was still hard and
horny.
He got me up, took me off his bed and made me stand in front of him. He ran
his strong hands over my smooth chest and belly down to my little bush of
public hair. He touched the sparse hairs I have above my cock and whispered,
"Wow, boy, it is still so very soft, I love it."

I felt exposed and good at the same time. He touched my now dripping cock
head. He cupped my cock and balls in his hand. Chris turned me around. He
ran his hands down my back and cupped my exposed ass cheeks. He told me,
"Boy bent over and spread your white ass cheeks for me."

I did as ordered and he leaned forward. I was shocked when he started to
lick my exposed cheeks. He licked my cheeks and went down his tongue touched
my ass hole. His tongue played with my boy hole and I jumped up, but his
strong hands on my hips hold me in place. After tongue fucking my ass for a
few minutes he told me to sit on his bed and wait for him. He went away and
the camera was gone.
I panted heavily, my face was red and sweat dripped from my face. I was so
confused and horny.
He stood in front of me in all his glory; strong and nearly naked, a real
hunk. He said with a grin,
"Our real tutoring will start now! This was just a starter, Jeff."

I looked at him when he dropped his white briefs. His cock was so big, it
was really huge!
"Take my cock in your hand and slowly stroke it. Do it, you will like it, I
am sure of that."

I did as he ordered me and I closed my eyes; I smelled him, smelled his huge
cock, I wanted and needed to suck him. He stroked my long blond hair and
said with a nearly animal grunt,
"Oh, oh, that's my boy. Put my huge cock in your little mouth! Do it! Do it,
boy!"

I wanted to please him, being a good boy to him. I blushed and my pulse
pounded madly.
"Good, boy, watch your teeth! Get it in deeper! Deeper, boy! Open your
little throat for me, Jeff, my boy. Good boy, slowly, Jeff, suck it, suck it
deep, take my cock all the way!"

I opened my mouth as wide as possible. It hurt a bit, but I didn't care
anymore.
After instructing me on the proper way to suck his huge cock he had me suck
it for a few minutes. He pulled his cock out of my mouth,
"Good boy, watch this!"

He stood in front of me, his hairy legs spread wide and he told me,
"Jeff, open your mouth real wide! Look at me!"

I opened my eyes and Chris stood there his strong legs wide spread, he
jacked his monster off, standing there powerful and handsome. He groaned and
he showed me his nectar! His piss slit opened and first I saw a clear drop
of pre-cum to the tip of his cock. His cock hung over my face and I caught
his first drop with my tongue.
He groaned,
"I knew this, boy. You love my stuff, don't you, Jeff? You are so eager to
get it all."

I nodded my head unable to speak. He just stood there and a new drop was
visible, I needed it!
His movements quickened and his breathing became heavy, I saw his powerful
chest rise and fall.
"Oh, boy, take my load!"

Chris shot the first blast of his cum into my wide open mouth. The second
blast was right in my face and the third and final blast of cum down my
smooth chest. The major eruption started and he nearly drowned me in his
cum.  Chris looked at my open mouth, yet full of his cum. My face covered in
his cum and cum dripping down my chest. He milked his trembling cock and
told me,
"Smile, my boy, you are the best!"

"Jeff, swallow my cum!"
I did as ordered and I licked his cock clean. Doing so I was so horny
myself, there was no way to hide it. I moaned and stroked my own little teen
cock; my groans of lust and intensive pleasure filled his bedroom. I came
and yelled at him,
"Chris, oh, Chris!"

I had a shattering orgasm! My cum mixed with his on my smooth belly and
chest. I buried my face into his warm hairy chest and licked his bare skin
and found his sensitive nipples, I sucked on them like a little baby boy. I
smelled his scent and felt so good! But at the other hand I was worried; I
did a gay thing and would be damned for rest of my life.
Chris fondled my nude body and looked at my worried face. Chris said,
"Jeff, it is all right, this was the first step to find your real feelings.
Sex between man is the oldest trick ever known."

He continued,
"You are a good boy, get a hot shower and meet me in the living room. Stay
this way, naked."
I started to pick up my clothes and he told me to leave them and he took
them into the living room. I went to the bathroom and showered, confused I
stroked my cock with the shampoo I found there. I couldn't help myself but
thought about Chris!
I jerked my little teen cock into an erection and moaned; it felt so good to
have such an exciting experience!
My body trembled and I felt so strange and happy when another heavy orgasm
hit me,
"Oh, g-d, Chris!"

My second load splashed against the wall of the shower and I had to sit down
to catch my breath. The water took my cum and I just sat there in a strange
mood. I nearly dozed off.
I went into his living room wrapped in one of his towels. Chris looked at me
and told me,
"Jeff, my boy, drop that towel I want you naked when you are in my house,
sit down so we can talk. We need an agreement, my boy."

He said with a smile on his handsome face,
"From this point on you are mine. Do you understand that? I will do with you
as I please. You are my little faggot boy. I have to educate, tutoring you,
we have a long way to go. You will ride to my house, if I order you, no
hesitations, right from school. You will stay for as long as needed, doing
whatever I want. You are my little gay boy now, remember? At Saturday you
will ride your bike over, no later as 10 o'clock and you will stay until I
am satisfied with you. Got that?"

I bowed my head, my head was spinning, it felt like modern slavery, taking
orders. I was confused. It was in a way humiliating, it was my punishment.
At the other hand I really liked him and it felt great to be his boy.
"Yes, Sir."

"You show the right attitude, good boy. This way our deal will work. You
will show up tomorrow, remove all your clothes except for your white boxers
in the hall. Walking around in my house you will be my little shadow. You
will be always within touching distance of me, unless I tell you otherwise.
Go home now, my boy, don't worry. I will call your parents and tell them you
need a lot of tutoring and besides that I offered you a job on Saturday in
my garden."

I got dressed. I learned my parents were delighted and they told him they
appreciated it very much, taking his time with me and if I needed more
tutoring he had their totally support.

Comments and suggestions are very welcome at: bchaim@hotmail.com