Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:53:21 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: Curtis Seduces - chapter 4 This is the story of a teenage boy on his journey of self-discovery as he engages on sexual experiences with various adult males. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. CHAPTER 4: Science Teacher -------------------------------------------------------- To be honest I could not really be bothered with school today. I'm not normally a lay-about, I usually do very well, and get my work done on time, but the events the previous day with Kemal and the life-guard had knackered me out and I could have done with a rest. The only thing motivating me was the possibility of seducing NUMBER 4 in school. There were at least three teachers that I knew of that would be easy to seduce because there was already a lot of suspicion about them being bisexual at least, if not gay. And there have been a few occasions where they have been caught 'checking boys out' or standing painfully close, but I decided that it would not be much of an accomplishment seducing such an easy target. Then there was the caretaker, he had a strong rapport with the kids, and was definitely not gay, or of course the headmaster, but he was kinda old, and I don't think I could stomach him. Then in walked my science teacher Mr. Wilde. 'Perfect' I thought. He was around 40, a widowed single father, since his wife (who used to be a teacher here) died in an accident a few years back. He was clean-shaven, good-looking and very youthful for his age, fit, slightly balding cropped hair, and bright blue eyes. He usually wore combat trousers and a casual shirt or polo shirt, and carried a laptop bag with him literally everywhere he went. He was a popular teacher, popular with the kids in general because he was jovial, and made science interesting and relevant; and popular with the girls because a lot of them had a crush on him because of his chiselled good looks, and pitied him for his loss. Some of us boys suspected that he was sleeping with a girl called Amelia in the year above, there had certainly been some two-way flirting going on between them. He seemed like the perfect target because he came across as super-straight but something made me think I could hook him. "Hello Curtis". He said as he approached me in the corridor. "Could you help out at the open-evening this evening by any chance?" He asked. Number 4 was looking like a sure thing already. "What would I have to do?" I replied. "Basically greeting parents who are looking to send their kids here next year, and taking them on a tour of the school". "I can do that sir". I answered. "What time do I have to be here?" "It starts at 6 Curtis". He informed me. "It's a date sir". I winked cheekily. "Is there anything else I can do to help you prepare, sir?" "Well yes actually Curtis, if you don't mind, I'm supposed to be preparing a visual display and I need photographs from around the school, like the trophy cabinet, the notice board, the football pitches, anything that looks interesting. If you could take about 20 or 30 photos and then come and find me in my classroom and you can upload them onto my laptop". "No problemo sir". I photographed the basketball hoop, some year 7 kid playing the piano, the PA desk, the stage, the car park, a tannoy speaker, the chemical cabinet in the science block, the canteen, the head dinner lady, reception, the ass of Mrs. Gambit as she bent over to pick up a pen, and various other arty school aspects. At morning break I went to Mr. Wilde's class and found him there alone marking his way through a mountain of exercise books. I approached him quietly and photographed him with his red pen writing an 'A+' on someone's work. "Here u go sir, I've done bares". I said. "You mean you have done a lot" Mr. Wilde mocked my slang. I attempted to pass him my phone, but he was too engrossed in his marking and said. "The laptop is on, could u upload them onto a file on my desktop please Curtis?" I plugged my phone into his laptop and went through the necessary motions to connect data. Rather than uploading specific photos, I just clicked to upload all the photos on my phone. A risk, considering their content, but I figured 'what the hell'. And hoped it would have the desired effect and not land me in the shit. Other than the 50 or so photos I took around the school, there were random snaps from the party in Bath the other day including pictures of me drinking shots and smoking weed. There were some other photos of me with girls, including pictures of me getting head and fucking various girls, some with Tabita, an African girl in my class, some with Amy, a 20 year old girl that lives on my street and a few others girls, I was not fully sure which pictures I had on that phone. I knew there were a lot of 'selfies' tho, including poses in my briefs, as well as a lot (and I mean a LOT) of naked pics and close-ups of my dick. In hindsight I thought I better warn him. "Sir, It was easier to upload all the photos from my phone, but there's quite a lot of photos there that you might not wanna look at, I beg you don't snake me sir". "No problem Curtis". He said, not understanding the depth of what he was agreeing to. "I really appreciate you doing that for me". He added "See you in reception at 6 O-Clock". "See you sir, have a nice day". I replied. "Hold on, Curtis" he stopped me leaving. "Did you get a photo of the school sign by the entrance?" "No sir, I didn't think of that, shall I go and take it now?" I asked. "Well, if you don't mind" He said. "Give me your number sir, and I'll whatsapp it to you, save me coming all the way back here". I suggested. "Teachers are not allowed to give pupils their numbers, mate, I'd get in trouble". He insisted. I hooked him in. "Teachers are not allowed to fuck pupils either sir, but that hasn't stopped you and Amelia Sanderson". I laughed, letting him know I was half-kidding. "In the scheme of things, giving me your number is a minor offence sir". I smiled. "I am not fuc..." He paused... "I am not engaging in sexual relations with Amelia Sanderson, Curtis". He pleaded. "Sir, half of Keynsham is engaging in sexual relations with Amelia Sanderson, and if your REALLY not, then you have missed a trick there sir, coz everyone thinks you are and nobody gives a fuck". I went on... "I'll put my hands up and admit I've been tapping her since I was in year 8 sir," "Let's say no more Curtis" he smiled, his smile saying a LOT more than his few words. He wrote his number down and passed it to me. "Don't save it in your phone as 'Mr. fucking Wilde' he requested". "OK sir" I promised "check your phone in ten minutes coz I'll send you the photo by then". "Thanks, see u later kid" I typed his number in my phone and saved it as Mr. Wilde, then I went and took the photo he asked me to and sent it to him via whatsapp. He replied 'Thanks'. I guessed he had not looked through the photos yet, as he was sure to comment when he had. Two more lessons came and went uneventfully, and when the lunch-bell sounded I could not be fucked to stay in school any longer so I hopped on my bike and rode home in record time to get a few hours kip before the open evening. Mum greeted me "Hello baby, what are you doing home?" "We have a half-day today mum, coz I have to go and help at the open evening tonight" I lied. "Oooh, that's nice baby". She said. "Curtis, baby, who was that gorgeous man that I saw making a drink in our kitchen this morning?" "Have you been dreaming mum?" I lied again. "I am the only gorgeous man in this house". I smiled at her and kissed her on her forehead. "I could have swore there was a gorgeous man here". She repeated. "Mum, last week you 'could have swore' that Obama was in Lidl behind you in the queue" I reminded her. "Go back to sleep ma". "I have to water the plants in the garden, baby" she replied, quite clearly 'out of it'. "Ma, Jesus has done that for you". I scoffed. "Jesus?" She bemused. "Was it Jesus in the kitchen..." "No ma," I interrupted. "I mean, it has been raining all week ma, you don't need to water the plants". "I'm not doing it for them, I'm doing it for me!" she replied with conviction. 'Off her fucking trolley, bless her' I muttered to myself as I went into my room, closed the door behind me, undressed, putting my school uniform on the chair as I would need it again later, and jumped into bed wearing only my grey Calvin classic boxer shorts. There was a note on the pillow from Kemal that read "Free chicken wings or kebab any time your hungry mate". I hoped that was literal, I would appreciate the free food, from time to time, but I don't want him chasing me for 'seconds'. My fantasy is seducing straight men, once I've conquered them; I'm on to the next. It's not a relationship I'm after. Well, except maybe with Dwayne's sister. I set my alarm to wake me at 5:30pm just in case and drifted off to sleep; I lay my head deep into the pillows, and took in the scent of Kemal's aftershave, mixed with kebab-shop and sex. I drifted off. Two hours passed and I was awoken from my sleep by the sound of the doorbell, which for some reason plays 'Jingle Bells' far too loud, even though it is only September. I heard mum answer the door, and then heard muffled voices. I looked at my phone; there were 10 missed calls from 'Mr. Wilde' as well as whatsapp messages from him saying "we need to talk" and "where are you?" I heard footsteps climbing the stairs and assumed it was my mum, so put my phone on the bed next to me and closed my eyes, not wanting to be coerced into running an errand. My door opened, and a few more footsteps suggested that she had approached the side of my bed. "Hello Curtis" a gruff male voice said. I opened my eyes and to my amazement saw Mr. Wilde standing there looking serious. "Close the door, sir". I demanded. "No Curtis, it is not appropriate for me to clo..." "Close the fucking door sir". I interrupted. "My mother does not need to hear this, sir. She is not well". "Indeed" he accepted, and closed the door quietly returning to the side of my bed. "Is it about my absence, or my photos sir?" I asked. "Well", he spluttered, quite clearly embarrassed. "Officially, I am here to address your absence". He cleared his throat. "But yes young man, in reality, we need to talk about your photograph album". "What did you say to my mum, sir"? I asked, not worried about punishment, just not wanting to add to her stress. "I told her that I was here to go through the arrangements for this evening, Curtis". "Thanks sir, she doesn't need to be stressed out". "As far as the absence is concerned, we will put it down to an error of judgment on your part, and I will tell your head of year that you will be helping out this evening as punishment, and that you have promised not to truant again, are we clear?" "Yes sir". I nodded. "Now, mate, you have put me in the shit with these photographs, I cannot pretend I haven't seen them". "What's wrong with them sir". "Photos of you engaging in sexual activity with under-age girls, Curtis" he cleared his throat again. "You could be in serious trouble". "Sir, I'm 14, there is no such thing as an underage girl to an underage boy". I smirked. "Nice attempt at justification mate, but the legal definition of these photographs is 'child pornography'" he insisted. "And for that, you could be in serious trouble". "Not really sir" I said cockily. "They're on YOUR laptop sir, not mine". "Yes". He said, acknowledging the problem. "And you uploaded about twenty-seven photographs of yourself, naked, erect, and even masturbating, onto my laptop" he added. "Oooh, you counted them sir?" I mocked. "Twenty-Seven" Mr. Wilde confirmed. "Which was your favourite photo, sir?" I cajoled. "Was there a photo of Amelia sucking my dick?" "There was indeed such a photo". He replied. "A few photos like that, actually". He added. "What I SHOULD do, if I was to follow the school procedure, is report this to the 'safeguarding children' officer, Mrs Ahmed, showing her the photographs, and she would likely report you to the police for engaging in under age sex with Amelia Sanderson, Tabita Mbwanga, Jade Duckett, Louise Nancy, Jadine Cartwright, Bekki Lewis, Fiona Cox and about three other girls that I don't recognise. AND we should report Amy Tucker, a former pupil, who must be around 20 or 21 now for engaging in under-age sex with you, a minor" he cleared his throat. "That is what I SHOULD fucking do, Curtis". "But?" I asked. "What are you GOING to do sir? "I don't know, Curtis". "Well, what do you WANT to do sir?" I asked, with a gleam in my eye. "I want to go back in time, and ask somebody else to take the fucking pictures, that's what I WANT to happen". He sounded exasperated. "This morning" he began, sounding like he was confiding in me, "I was content, doing well at my job, likely to make it to deputy head next term when Mrs. Platt retires, on top of life, convinced that my affair with Amelia was a secret" he paused, gauging my reaction. "She is fucking HOT by the way. And you, you were a top student, excelling in every class, I had no worries about you at all, I assumed, as every teacher does, that you'll go off to university in a few years and make something of your life." He went on. "But now, a few hours on, and you have ripped the centre out of my world and shoved it up my muthafucking ass, you have told me that half the school knows I'm fucking a student, and you have bombarded me with images of your massive fucking seven inch cock fucking various girls, underage girls, girls that I teach, and see every day, two of whom, and I should not be telling you this, but fuck it, two of whom, are pregnant by the way" he paused, losing his train of thought, and clearly regretting telling me about the pregnancies. He carried on: "and now I have come to confront you, and find that your living with an alcoholic, bi-polar-crazy ass woman, no offence, practically raising yourself, which I should also report, and yet I've got to go and prepare a fucking display about SHIT". He raised his voice. "And all I can see in my head is that massive fucking seven inch dick". He pointed at 'that part' of the bed. "Eight inches" I corrected him, smiling. "Eight, fucking inches" he shouted "fuck me!" "Is everything OK up there, baby?". Mum hollered. I grabbed my phone and jumped out of bed, making no attempt to hide the fact that my dick was now ROCK HARD and straining to escape from my Calvin classics. I opened the door, and shouted down the stairs "Everything's great ma, Mr. Wilde is just filling me in on the plan for this evening, we're nearly done, he's just gonna quickly suck me off and then he'll be gone, ok ma?" I turned to Mr. Wilde. "Don't worry, she won't have listened". "Ok baby, be good" "Told you" I winked at Mr. Wilde. "I am right tho ain't I sir, you have come here to suck me off?" I removed my Calvin classics and kicked them over to the wall; I approached Mr. Wilde and put my arms round his waist, rested his hands on my muscular bubble butt and looked away, deep in thought. "Look sir" I said. "If you try and rationalise this, or figure it out, you will end up baffed and confused, fuck it sir, you ain't my first, and u won't be my last, this ain't abuse, your curious, you wanna suck my dick, and I'm here, in your arms, asking u to go ahead, what's the problem? I can promise you one thing, NO fucker is ever gonna hear about this from me". "I've never done anything like this before" he admitted, "I mean, not with a boy, uh, I mean, man" he corrected himself. "I know you haven't sir, that is why I chose you sir". Without giving him time to think about that last statement I went in for the kiss. He melted. Our lips were gentle with each other. He tried to slide his tongue in. "I'm not really into kissing, sir" I lied, wanting to hurry this along. "I'm not a battybwoi, I beg u just get to kneeling down and suck my dick, sir". He obeyed. He dropped immediately to his knees and grabbed hold of my two butt-cheeks firmly with his hands as though holding on for dear life. "Do not cum in my mouth" he instructed. I did not reply. He took hold of the base of my dick, holding it like a microphone and began to lick from the base to the tip, after which, his full lips engulfed my cut thick mushroom head and he began to slide up and down it. He had clearly never done this before, and could not take very much of it in without gagging. So I took hold of his head, coaxing him into a more comfortable position and angle and he soon got the gist of it. He closed his eyes and begun slurping on my dick like an ice-lolly. I took the opportunity to get my souvenir, and clicked 'video' on my phone and took a 30 second snippet of Mr. Wilde sliding his tongue up and down on my hard shaft, before finally managing to deep-throat at least 7 of my 8 inches. I closed the video and threw the phone on the bed as I neared orgasm. I resumed my grip of his head and began fucking his face with tenacity. My groans were getting louder and louder, I could tell that my expressions of pleasure were fuelling his commitment to my dick. He pulled away for a moment and slid one of my balls in-between his lips, exploring it with his tongue, this he repeated with it's twin before taking both my balls in his mouth. He again worked his way from the base of my dick and journeyed towards the tip slurping and licking along the way before once again sliding my dick into his mouth and closing his lips tight around it, as I prepared to explode. I held his head tight against me, arched my back and shot my warm cum deep into his throat. He looked at me as if to say 'I asked u not to do that'. And I replied with the 'what are you gonna do about it' look. "Sir" I said. "You just became my favourite teacher" I winked. "And you Curtis, became my second-favourite pupil" He winked. "See you at 6" he reminded me. I hurriedly put on my Calvin classics again, and followed him downstairs. "Was everything alright sir" mum asked Mr. Wilde, forgetting his name. "Oh yes", He replied. "You have an amazing son Mrs. um" He didn't wanna assume we had the same surname. "You have an amazing son" He repeated. "He is going to go very far". "We've been pretty far today, to be honest" I jested. Mr. Wilde looked worried and gave me the 'shush' expression. "What was that baby?" Mum asked. "Don't worry mum". I smiled at Mr. Wilde and walked him to the door. "See u later". I closed the door behind him. "What a nice man". Mum said. "I TOLD you there was a gorgeous man in the kitchen this morning" she pointed out, confusing matters. "You were right mum, I should have listened to you" I smiled at her. "I'm going to take a shower ma". As I walked upstairs, I watched the video of Mr Wilde sucking my dick. It was hot; it was not obvious it was him because it was taken from above. But it was a memento none the less. I clicked 'send video to whatsapp contact' and sent it to Mr. Wilde. With a note saying 'a memory, for your recent collection of porn lol'. I returned to the video and clicked 'send to bbm contact' and selected Dwayne. I messaged him 'Number 4'. A few minutes later he replied 'wow, who's dat dis tym?' 'A teacher' I replied followed by a few smiley-faces. 'Your a fucking Gee nigga', Dwayne replied 'I'm jealous'. 'Don't worry cuz' I encouraged him 'your day is coming, your still young' Dwayne replied with the 'tongue-sticking-out' smilie. I closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower and jumped under the water, wondering who NUMBER 5 would be. -------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed this chapter of the story, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk quoting 'curtis seduces' and if there is enough response, chapter five will follow shortly. Please donate to keep nifty alive! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------