Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 13:43:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Caleb T <iagoinme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric and Mr Strauss

If you aren't meant to be reading this, go away, there's a reason it's
called illegal and if you are meant to be reading this lucky you, enjoy.

I was 12 at the time, short for my age, dark brown hair and eyes, I had a
few extra pounds, I was chubby and really thought I wasn't that attractive,
no girls had ever paid me attention, not that this bothered me as I was 75%
certain I was gay.

I remember thinking even if I was gay I was never going to find someone to
love or want to have sex with me simply because of my looks, I never even
though about asking someone out or perhaps that a friend would want to fool
around.

I was a good student, not great but I did well, was polite and well behaved
and always got average marks, as I'm sure many can relate I always received
comments on 'You can do better', basically I didn't want to do better, I
didn't like going to school, I didn't have a lot of friends and the ones I
did felt the same about school.

I normally always did my homework, we had earlier that year gotten a new
Geography teacher right out of University, his name was Mr Strauss, he was
probably 21 or 22, he seemed nice, quite smiley and always willing to help
you out when you needed it. Geography was probably my favourite subject, I
got my best marks for it and Mr Strauss was about the only teacher who was
always wrote little things like 'Well Done' or 'Good Lad' on my test
papers, it made me really like him, having that encouragement.

I knew Mr Strauss was a family man(I wish my dad was like him)as I had seen
him at school functions with his wife and their son who must have been 4 or
5 years old and so sweet, he had blonde hair just like his dad and chubby
cheeks and also smiled all the time just like his dad, I guess I was
envious, their home must have been so happy. I rememer at one of those
school evenings him cradling his son in his arms until he fell asleep, it
was such a beautiful picture, it brought me near to tears, I wondered if my
dad had even ever picked me up when I was younger.  I ain't saying my home
was horrible, my dad worked hard but there was no emotion there, he didn't
hug, kiss or cuddle us, even when sitting on the sofa together if our legs
touched he would move his away and as time went by this seemed to have
rubbed off on my brother Robert, when we were younger we would hug each
other and it was wonderful(and made up for no physical effection from my
dad)but one day that all stopped and Robert grew up(whatever that means), I
guess he became aware of others and what they thought of it. Robert was 5
years older than me but for about the last 3 years he hadn't shown any
desire to give me a hug, even when once I cried blubbering like a little
kid right in front of him he just looked sternly at me and told me to grow
up, that was like being stabbed right through the heart.

Mom, she passed away when I was 5, I really remember very little about her,
people say I should remember more and that makes me pretty angry and sad
sometimes, like it is my fault I can't remember a lot about her, I always
get told she was an angel always going out of her way to help others and
adored me and Robert, I guess what people say affects me because it makes
me sad that I don't really remember her, it would be nice to have a memory
of being loved

I recall this day almost minute for minute, we had just stepped into Mr
Strausses class, he was all smiles as usual, he had given us quite a bit of
homework the day before but it was ok I loved his class and had completely
it pretty easily and fast, I sat down with a smile on my face, once
everyone was seated he instructed us to take our homework out and he would
just walk around checking all had done it, I looked into my book bag, where
was my geography book, it wasn't there, my Strauss was at the front of my
aisle I didn't know what to do, he came upon me 'Well Eric, where is your
homework?', I felt so small, 'Sir, I think I left my book at home', he
looked down at me 'Eric if you didn't do the homework please just say so?',
'I did Sir, I swear, I did it all, I'm sorry Sir', 'Sorry just isn't good
enough Eric, be here after school for detention.' I couldn't believe it,
detention, I was a good kid and student, I didn't get detention and why
didn't he believe me?

I arrived at Mr Strausses class about 5 minutes after the bell, he ushered
me in, it was just me and him, he had me sit in the front desk and towered
over me. He looked down at me sitting alone in the desk, he started talking
'I'm really disappointed in you Eric, you're a good student, I didn't
expect this from you, I really thought we respected each other and wouldn't
involve ourselves in silly little games like this, I really have lost a lot
of respect for you today'. I starred wide eyed and mouth agape at him, I
couldn't understand why he was saying these really hurtful things, why
would he do this, was he trying to hurt me? I sat there thinking in my head
'No, no, no, hold them back, don't do it, don't let it happen, please don't
let it happen' but it did and as a single one rolled down my cheek the
floodgates opened and all it's friends hurriedly followed him, I was a four
year old mourning, having seen his pet dog run over, I sat there and weeped
as though I would never weep in my life again. This man, someone I did
respect and liked and admired had turned on me and torn my heart out.

He moved swiftly across to me and put both his arms around me repeatedly
uttering I'm sorry, I so wanted to push him away, to back off to shout 'No,
you caused these tears, you don't care!' but I couldn't, I had been so
barren from emotion from physical affection I would receive it from
anywhere and I weeped more and lay my head in the crook on his shoulder
with one arm around him I stroked his chest with the other, I remember in
that moment thinking 'Wow, he is letting me do this and not getting angry
or pushing me away' and all of a sudden everything was forgiven, I didn't
know if that was good or bad, he had really hurt me. He must have said
sorry 200 times but as my well of tears dried he didn't remove his arms
infact their grip got tighter.

My eyes dried a little and from where my head was I was starring right
between his legs, the black trousers he was wearing I saw a tent between
his legs, 'What was that I wondered?' but whatever it was I was tempted to
touch it, I removed my hand from his chest and placed it on the bulge, he
flinched slightly, it was really hard, was it his willy? It was!!! I
removed my hand and looked at him 'Sorry', he smiled down at me, 'That's ok
you can touch it', he said I could touch it, my hand went back to the
bulge, it seemed even harder and really big, I squeezed it and for some
reason it felt really nice, but I didn't want his silly trousers in the
way, I looked for the zip and with difficulty pulled it down. I looked up
at him again and he said 'That's my boy', he called me his boy, HIS BOY, my
heart was lifted so high, yes I wanted to be his boy, I wanted him to be my
dad, I didn't even think about it, I leaned up and kissed him on the lips,
he put his fingers through my hair and held my head there as he kissed me,
darting his tongue in and out of my mouth, when it ended I didn't know what
to say I just smiled and giggled and he leaned in for another peck on my
lips and uttered the words 'Beautiful Boy', did he just call me beautiful ?
I didn't believe that and said 'No I'm not', 'Yes you are, you're the most
beautiful boy in this school, from the day I first saw you I thought you
were amazingly beautiful', he really thought I was beautiful, like really,
me, chubby me with no looks and plain brown hair and eyes, someone was
thinking I was beautiful. I climbed up on his lap, looked him in the eyes
and said thank you and then gave him a kiss.

I felt his willy at my butt, it made me smile, he grabbed my little hips
and started thrusting upwards, I didn't know what he was doing but it sure
felt good, he continued doing this for awhile with a smile on his face, I
passed my hand behind my back and felt for his penis, it was now hard,
really hard, and their was only the small garment of his underwear between
my hand and his hard willy, I looked him in the eyes and said 'I want to
see it', he smiled and said 'Why don't you take it out', I fumbled around
feeling for the waistband and managed to pull it down, my hand groped his
huge willy, wow, I couldn't see it but it felt massive, I couldn't close my
hand around it. He once again took my hips and started thrusting with his
penis, my hand around it I felt it repeatedly hit my butt, it felt really
good having his big penis hitting my butt. He stopped briefly and suggested
'Why don't we get your undies off too?'. Why did he want to see me naked ?
I didn't have a nice big cock like his or anything ? But I thought ok, I
lifted myself on either side of his legs and dropped my trousers and
undies, my penis was about level with his mouth, he moved forward and
licked it, did he just lick that ? Yeah he did and then he put it in his
mouth, oh my word, that felt amazing, please don't stop that and he didn't,
he swirled his tongue around my little willy and it felt out of this
world. He took his mouth off and I looked down at him, then I looked down
past my penis and his face and could see his huge penis, I was amazed, how
did something ever get that big, he would later tell me it was just over 10
inches long.

He saw me looking and said 'Why don't you sit down again ?' This time I
actually tried to avoid sitting on his willy but it was pointless, it was
so huge, he saw I had trouble finding a comfortable place to sit, he looked
at me and said 'Should I find a place for you more comfortable on my lap?'
I just nodded, he said 'Sit up a little' I did so and then he grabbed a
butt cheek with each hard, brought me forward a little and said 'Ok sit
now' I sat back down and as I did I felt his very hard penis going between
my butt, it was unusual but ok, I felt it hit me asshole and it stopped, he
looked at me and let go of my butt cheeks, 'Feel better?' he asked, 'Feels
wonderful' I said and smiled, 'You really are my beautiful boy' he said and
leaned down to kiss me again. He once again grabbed my hips and become to
thrust, his penis was hitting my arsehole time and time again, it felt
really great for some reason, after a little while of this he asked me to
stand up again, having his cock leave my ass was a little disappointing, I
liked it there.

Once I stood he once again wrapped his lips around my cock, his cock
leaving my ass was forgotten, this felt unbelievable, he licked me all over
for minutes, my little willy, my balls, even in my butt crack, up my chest,
over my nipples, everywhere, as he was licking my nipples I saw his still
very hard penis, I couldn't reach it with my hand but I placed my foot on
it and stroked it as best I could, he seemed to enjoy it as he started
moaning and thrusting it against my foot. I really felt I was leaving him
out so I dropped to my knees, he penis was right next to my face, it was
huge, I licked the head and he moaned even more, I put it in my mouth,
going as far down as what i could, it was long and wide, he encouraged me,
'You got more than half in your mouth, that's my boy, go for it' and I did,
in the end only I little bit was outside my mouth, i bobbed my mouth up and
down on it like he had done to me and played with his balls. 'You're a
natural born cocksucker my beautiful', those words made me feel so good
about myself 'Even better than Bobby', I withdrew his cock from my mouth
'Whose Bobby?' I said, he smiled back at me 'He's my little son' I was
amazed, his son did this to him, wow 'and you can come round some time and
play with both of us some time if you want' I was speechless but quickly
nodded my head. I went back to his beautiful cock, put it in my mouth and
bobbed on it, a few minutes later he said I'm almost there, I want to shoot
it in your face, he pulled his cock back and ran his hand back and forward,
he smiled down at me 'Close your eyes sweety' I did and moments later I
felt his cum shooting numerous jets over my face and a few into my mouth, I
must have looked liked the little cock slut I was in that moment, he licked
all over my face, removing all his cum and then kissed me giving me all his
cum to swallow, I loved the taste, I needed more of it, he looked me in the
eyes 'Want to be my boy?' I had tears in my eyes again but different ones
this time in the softest of voices I replied yes please.