Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 09:51:09 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: THE HEAD BOY'S DAD AND ME Part One

This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for any
reason please leave now. The characters in it are figments of my
imagination, but some of the locations did exist, even if the events
described here are an exaggerated version of what really occurred in
them. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected; in the real
world please practice safe sex.

HEAD BOY'S DAD AND ME.

Hello, I'm Paul Hurst; I was just turned 14 when this story really kicks off,
but I'll have to tell you a bit about myself and the lead up to the main
event.
I lived with my parents in a large apartment overlooking the local park. My
Dad worked on the oil rigs and my Mom was a Manageress at an exclusive
electrical supplier in town. So they weren't short of money, but Dad's job kept him
away from home a lot, he worked three months on with a month off. When Dad was
away, and because Mom was at work, when I'd finished school I used to go to an
elderly neighbour's, Mrs Smith, for something to eat, and then I'd do my
homework until Mom came home. Even when Dad was home I kept to the same
arrangement because he was usually out in the day and would meet Mom from work and
bring her home. My Mom swapped shifts so that she could look after me on
Saturdays. On my 14th Birthday she told me that she trusted me enough for me to look
after myself on Saturdays, so she'd be working Saturdays from now on. She gave
me my own house key too, but told me that I still had to go to the neighbour's
for a meal after school.
I attended the local Grammar school, boys only in those days, which was on
the other side of the park to our apartment, so I used to walk to and from
school. Our school playing fields and tennis courts were also in the park. The age
of the boys at school ranged from 11 to 18; there was a uniform of black
blazer and trousers, white shirt and school tie, and black socks and shoes, and a
school cap. Until you were 16 you had to wear short trousers. The school
buildings were old and a fund raiser was going on for money to renovate them.
The boys' toilets, or bogs as we called them, were situated in the
playground; there were 7 urinals in 1 passageway, then 2 more passageways with 7
cubicles back to back. It was an unwritten schoolboy rule that only the 6th formers
(16-18, seniors) were allowed to use the first 3 cubicles in the last
passageway. The corridor allowing access to the bog's passageways opened onto the
playground at each end. There was an indoor toilet for pupils, but it was a school
rule that it was only for the seniors.
When I was 12-1/2 I discovered wanking, I loved it, and I quickly found out
that I loved the taste of my cum. Then, after an experiment with a schoolmate, I
also found out that I liked the taste of other boys' cum even more. At break
times, making sure that the Master on playground duty didn't notice, several
Junior boys, (11 to 15), would pair off and sneak into the bogs, they'd go into
a cubicle and either toss each other off, or one boy would suck the other off
while he tossed off. If a senior boy was in charge of the playground you didn'
t have to be so careful, they turned a blind eye to the goings-on. In fact, a
few of the seniors had their own favourite boys who they'd take into their
special cubicles for sex. I quickly progressed to sucking off all the boys who
went into a cubicle with me. I became very popular, and I eventually had 3
seniors that I took care of as well as the juniors; of course the seniors took
priority. Juniors had to call Prefects Sir, the Head of Prefects and his 2
deputies had a small office in the main building, just off the entrance hall.
The sex that went on at school was only tossing or sucking, there was no
bumming, that would have meant that you were queer. There were two morning breaks,
or recesses, as we called them, and one in the afternoon. Lunch was at 12:30
p.m., and lasted for 45 minutes, I took sandwiches cause Mom worked, so I had
time for sucking when I'd finished them. If I didn't get four loads of cum
into my belly in a day I was disappointed, eight was my record. To reach eight I'
d got three other boys to cram into the cubicle with me during afternoon
recess, I'd already got 5 loads of boycum in my belly. I got on my knees, they
formed a half circle around me and I alternated from cock to cock until they
came. I think seeing me sucking on their mates' cocks got them really worked up,
cause they all came quickly. I came without touching my own cock, cause I was
so worked up by having 3 very stiff boy cocks to work on. I found out that I
liked sex more when there was more than one other boy involved. I usually tossed
myself off when I was sucking another boy off, but one or two would suck me
off too, I liked that. I came that much at school that I hardly ever wanked off
at home at night, but I always had a morning woody to take care of before I
got up.
I was about average academically, the only thing I was really good at was
chess, but the school team that I played for was disbanded when I was 12.
Sports-wise I was average too, but I'd managed to get into the under 15's football
team when I was 13, even if I was invariably left on the substitutes bench. By
that time I realised that I liked showing my naked body off in front of the
other boys in the changing rooms or the swimming pool. If any seniors or Masters
were about even better, being naked, and usually hard, in front of older boys
or men turned me on even more. I noticed that the Deputy Games Master and the
Swimming Coach were always slyly watching me when I was naked. I was nearly
always the last to get dressed and I often got told to hurry up and get dressed
by seniors or Masters, the Swimming Coach used to slap my bum as he told me
off.
When football was the last lesson of the day, I'd shower, and then put my
soccer kit back on, without my Jockeys, so that I could walk through the park
showing my body off to any blokes that were about. My shorts were white nylon and
quite tight and, because my cock was usually half hard I showed a nice bulge.
If the weather was warm I'd take my shirt off too. After a couple of weeks I
began to notice the same blokes hanging about to eye me up and down. Although
it really turned me on to have the men ogling me, giving me a stiffy, I don't
know what I'd have done if one of them would have spoken to me.
I was in love with Timmo Matteo, the deputy Head Boy and also Head of
Prefects; probably 90% of the juniors were in love with him too. He was just 17 and
stood 5ft 11 inches tall, he had floppy, pale blonde hair that went white in
the summer; it was fine hair but it was so abundant it looked thick. His eyes
were grey and his skin was white, he never seemed to tan. His body was perfectly
proportioned with a smooth hard stomach showing the start of a six-pack; he
had bright red nipples which were quite proud from his chest. I'd once been
lucky enough to see him in the changing rooms in his white Jockeys. I hadn't seen
his naked cock but he had a big package, I saw his bum though, it was
rounded, firm and dimpled. I couldn't see any body hair, not even in his armpits. Of
course he was handsome, with high Nordic cheekbones. He was Captain of the
school football (soccer) team, Captain of the First Eleven (cricket) and he
played tennis for the school. To add insult to injury he was very intelligent! He
never smiled at any of the juniors or spoke to us conversationally; our
nickname for him was Ice God.
Everyone knew his history; three of his grandparents were Finnish, both of
his father's (Lars) parents; his mother's other parent had been Swedish. His
Mom had died in childbirth and his Father and Grandfather had raised him; his
Dad had never remarried. His Grandfather, who'd died three years ago, had come
to live in England years ago when Timmo's Dad was 12, tax reasons I believe.
Lars Matteo had gone to our school too. The family business, something to do
with electronics, was very big in Scandinavia. We understood that Lars Matteo
still owned a third of the family business as well as half a dozen electrical
suppliers in the UK, including the one my Mom worked at; so they were rich. I'd
never seen Timmo take any junior boy into the bogs.
One Friday afternoon, about a week after my 14th birthday, we were in the
changing rooms having just finished Games, a football match. It was my classes'
last lesson of the week and we were all in the shower getting ready to go home.
Since last year lessons finished an hour early on Fridays, my neighbour didn'
t know and I hadn't told Mom so I got an hour extra to myself. As usual I'd
got a hard-on and was showing my body off, some of the other boys' cocks were
hard too, and the rest of the boys' cocks weren't really fully soft. We were
fooling around as much as Mr Brown, the Games Master, would let us.
I suppose I'd better describe myself then; I was 5ft 3 inches tall, and a
little on the slim side, I had the usual teenager's flat, hard tummy. My collar
length, straight hair and eyes were brown, my Mom said I was attractive, but I
didn't think so. I had slightly hairy legs, but no more body hair, apart from
a little under my arms, some sparse pubes above my cock, and a little ballsac
hair; I was proud of my pubic hair. My uncut cock was 5 inches long and
thinnish with a slightly flared, purple knob, and loose foreskin that covered my
knob; even when my cock was really stiff, only half of my knob and my cock-slit
were exposed. My cockshaft was light-brown with a few veins, my ballsac was
tight and my balls seemed average sized compared to most of the other boys my
age. I tanned easily and wore short, tight, nylon shorts whenever I could, I
loved the sun. When I had a tan my skin was white from my waist to the top of my
legs, and obviously my bum, which was firm but not as proud as Timmo's, was
white too.
Then in walked Timmo, he'd been playing tennis, he was wearing a white
T-shirt and shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. Mr Brown called him over and asked
him if he'd take over and lock up when everyone had gone, Mr Brown's wife was
in hospital and he wanted to visit her. Timmo agreed and when Mr Brown had
left he told us to get a move on. Not wanting to get into his bad books we all
finished showering and dressing in minutes. I even forgot about walking home in
my football kit and put my uniform back on. Most of us were still struggling
into our blazers as we trooped to the door. Then Timmo called out.
"Not you Hurst, I need to see you, go and sit by my locker and wait."
By now everyone had left and Timmo went and locked the doors as I took my
seat by his locker, putting my blazer beside me on the bench. I was trembling,
was I in trouble? Would I see my hero totally naked? Timmo returned and opened
his locker, he was smiling at me (his teeth were perfect and pearly white), but
he didn't speak. I couldn't help it when my eyes dropped to his crotch and
remained glued to it as he began to strip, I was mesmerised. I felt my own cock
stirring in my Jockeys when he was down to his Jockeys which were showing a
big bulge. Then Timmo hooked his thumbs in the sides and pushed them down.
Stepping out of his Jockeys and shorts he stood before me in just his tennis shoes
which he kicked off, and then he placed his hands on his head. I was staring
at his hard cock which was pointing upwards; I gulped. I guessed it was almost
7 inches long and twice as thick as mine, it was the most beautiful cock I'd
ever seen! The skin of his white cockshaft was almost translucent, with
non-prominent blue veins running under the surface. He had a loose, pink, hairless
ballsac, containing a big pair of balls. Timmo had no body hair anywhere, apart
from a small rectangle of trimmed blonde hair just above his cock. I'd
realised after seeing him in his Jockeys before that he must shave his body hair. As
I watched, his tight foreskin peeled back and lodged behind his bulbous red
knob which was glistening with precum. Timmo pushed his cock down, I saw a
string of precum leak from his wide cock-slit and head for the floor, then he
moved his groin towards my face.
"Well, what are you waiting for Hurst? You're a cock sucker aren't you?
Supposedly the best in school! So suck my cock!"
I gulped, I blushed bright red, my lips had gone dry, and my own cock was
stiff and straining against my Jockeys. I stammered and croaked as I replied.
"Y y yes S s sir."
I opened my mouth and leaned forwards taking his cock into my mouth. Timmo
moaned and took my head in my hands.
"Don't move your head Hurst just suck my cock and tongue my knob while I
fuck your mouth."
I eagerly set to work on Timmo's beautiful cock as he rocked back and forth
fucking my mouth. Two of my Seniors also fucked my mouth that way, and I loved
it so long as they didn't try and push their cocks down my throat, but at that
moment I think I'd have let Timmo try. I reached out and fondled his big
balls, his shaved ballsac felt silky to my touch, but also sort of clammy, Timmo
moaned in appreciation.
"That's it Paul, fondle my balls while you suck me off."
I couldn't believe my ears, the Ice God had called me by my first name, I was
in heaven! I could feel my 5 inch cock throbbing away in my Jockeys as I
feasted on Timmo's beautiful, stiff, almost 7 inch cock. Timmo's cock was leaking
lots of precum by now and I eagerly swallowed it along with my saliva. I
always produced loads of saliva when I sucked cock, and some of the boys told me
that my having a wet mouth when I sucked their cocks turned them on even more.
My cock was so hard I thought it would break, even though I'd cum 4 times
already I knew that I'd be cumming again  soon; and my hard cock was still trapped
inside my Jockeys. Timmo was moaning loudly by now and I felt his ballsac
start to tighten as his big juicy balls started to draw up into his body. That
did it, with a muffled groan I started to shoot my load of boycum into my
Jockeys. I don't know if Timmo guessed what had happened but his stroke speeded up
and he held my head even tighter as he hissed.
"Oh yes Paul, suck my cock harder, make me spunk in your mouth, then eat my
cum."
I felt his first jet of cum hit the roof of my mouth, so I began swallowing
his tangy cream. I prided myself on eating everybody's cum without spilling
any, but Timmo was producing so much I didn't know if I'd succeed this time.
Then I was saved as Timmo gave me another order.
"That's my last shot Paul, don't swallow it all, keep as much in your mouth
as you can."
I stopped swallowing and when Timmo pulled his still hard cock from my mouth
I clamped my lips shut; so that my cheeks were bulging with Timmo's cum. Timmo
pulled my trembling body up and clamped his mouth over mine. He pushed his
tongue against my lips, I opened my mouth and we started French kissing, Timmo's
cum going back and forth between our mouths. I'd never kissed another boy
before, let alone French kissed, but it felt so good, so right. I knew I'd do
anything for Timmo now. One of my seniors, a prefect, used to take me and his
favourite boy into a cubicle and I'd suck them both off while they snogged and
played with each others bodies. Timmo's hand undid my trousers' fly then worked
its way into my cum soaked Jockeys and grabbed my hard, sticky cock. He
swallowed his mouthful of cum and I copied him as he broke the kiss.
"Randy little bugger," Timmo chuckled "you've cum already just by sucking
my cock; but I'll bet you're up for another cum, your cock certainly is."
I was having trouble standing I was trembling that much and my heart was
racing. I was still blushing furiously, embarrassed by Timmo finding my cum
stained Jockeys. Something made me decide to go for it and my voice kept breaking
when I replied.
"That was my fifth cum today Sir, but you're so sexy I think I could cum
again for you; I fantasise about having sex with you whenever I toss myself off."
"I've seen you watching me Paul and I've seen the way you like flaunting
your sexy naked body and hard little cock in front of everybody. So I've been
waiting for the opportunity to get you alone so we could have sex together; I
think you're one very sexy boy. One of my prefects tells me that you suck him and
his boyfriend off while you jack-off. Is that true?"
I blushed furiously again before I managed to stammer a reply.
"Yes Sir, I like doing it with more than one boy."
Why I added that I don't know. Timmo grinned.
"OK then Paul, let's get you naked."
After licking his hand clean of my cum Timmo basically undressed me. I was
too unsteady to do anything but cling to him, apart from kicking off my shoes.
Within seconds I stood naked before him, my 5 inch cock jerking with
excitement. Timmo bent down and pulled my socks off, lifting my feet from my Jockeys and
shorts. As he stood back up I noticed that Timmo's cock was still rock hard
too, his foreskin had peeled back again exposing his slimy red knob. He kissed
me again, tenderly, then held my head in his hands and looked deep into my
eyes.
"You've just turned 14 haven't you Paul?"
"Ye, ye, yes Sir" I croaked in reply.
"Relax Paul, you're enjoying what we're doing aren't you?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak.
"Good, we'll get some towels and lie on the shower room floor. I want to 69
with you, get my tongue under your lovely loose foreskin."
Timmo liked my foreskin! I was in heaven. I knew what a 69 was, one of my
seniors had told me about it, and we'd tried it out unsuccessfully; you couldn't
really do it in a bog cubicle. But I was hoping to get one of the boys who
liked to suck me off to come home with me one Friday so that we could try it
out. Timmo took my hand and led the way. Getting up some courage I cleared my
throat.
"Sir, er, you called me Paul."
Timmo stopped and faced me looking deep into my eyes making me blush again.
"When we're alone in school I'll always call you Paul, and you can call me
Timmo, or Tim if you like. But you must never tell any of the others, juniors
or seniors, about what we've done today, especially the kissing; or whatever we'
re going be doing together in the future. OK?"
My head spun, we'd be having sex again after today. I stammered out my reply
my voice going up and down.
"OK Si, er, Tim, er, I loved what we did, especially the kissing."
Timmo grinned and ruffled my hair, then he squeezed my hand and we walked
into the shower area, my heart was hammering. Timmo laid the towels on the tiles,
then he pulled me down on top of him and he started to snog me again. His
hands roamed my body so I did the same, marvelling at his skin's silky
smoothness. I was surprised at how much attention he paid to my bum, caressing both
cheeks and running his fingers up and down my arse crack, causing me to giggle in
embarrassment. But I had to admit that although it sort of tickled it felt
sexy. After a while Timmo manoeuvred us around so that we were side by side and
our stiff cocks were pointing at our faces. Then, as Timmo slid his hard cock
into my eager mouth, I slid my throbbing cock into his mouth and we both
started to suck each other off. I grabbed Timmo's ballsac with one hand and played
with his exposed cock-shaft with the other. I'd already cum 5 times that day so
I knew it would take me a while to cum again.
Timmo sucked my cock better than I'd ever had it sucked before; my whole body
throbbed with pleasure. He was playing with my ballsac with one hand when I
felt him push a finger into his mouth, then he withdrew it. I jumped when he
poked his wet finger straight into my bumhole, and as I jerked forwards my knob
went into Timmo's throat. I groaned around Timmo's big cock as his throat
muscles began to work on my knob. Timmo's finger was poking in and out of my
bumhole sending new sensations through my body. I knew bum play was forbidden but
Timmo could do anything he wanted to me and my body, I just didn't care! Timmo'
s knob was at the entrance to my throat by now; I knew what he wanted, and as
he pushed forwards I tried to relax and let his knob into my throat. It was
no good; every time Timmo tried I gagged. He lifted off my throbbing cock for a
second.
"It's OK Paul, I won't try to throat-fuck you again today, we'll try it
again next week."
I just mumbled my mouth full of Timmo's big cock; Timmo was going to have sex
with me again next week! I was ecstatic. When Timmo introduced a second
finger into my bumhole I shivered and sighed with pleasure. Timmo's warm cock-shaft
was silky smooth and deliciously easy to wank, I squeezed it and felt it
throb in my hand. Eventually I felt his balls begin to retract into his body. As I
prepared myself for his load of spunk Timmo's fingers touched something
inside my bumhole that made me quiver (Timmo later explained about my prostate)
with excitement. He started to manipulate my prostate and I felt my spunk start
to build; Timmo must have realised I was close to cumming because he drew back
until my knob was in his mouth. He pulled my foreskin back and concentrated on
my knob.
Incredibly we came together, Timmo shooting as much cum as the first time,
and, amazingly, I shot as much spunk as if it was my first cum of the day. I
finished cumming first and Timmo pushed my hips back so that my cock came out of
his mouth. I cottoned on right away and when I thought Timmo was finishing
cumming I held as much of his cum in my mouth as I could. Timmo pulled his cock
from my mouth and I clamped my lips shut. We wriggled around until I was on top
of Timmo and we could snog again swapping our spunk with each other until it
was all mixed up. After several minutes we both swallowed and broke our kiss.
I took several deep breaths before I spoke.
"Christ Timmo that was fantastic, incredible, I've never ever cum like that
before, it felt unbelievable!"
Timmo chuckled, then ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead.
"Good, I really enjoyed it too, are we going to have some fun next week."
After we'd cleaned ourselves up we went to get dressed, Timmo picked up my
cum soaked Jockeys and put them into his bag telling me they were his memento of
a great afternoon with a very sexy boy. He rummaged around in the bag and
passed me a pair of boxers, telling me to put them on instead, and adding that he'
d only worn them once. When we were dressed Timmo offered to walk me home, I
was elated. Timmo was on his racing bike, but he wheeled it along, and he
draped his free arm over my shoulder causing me to shudder, and then blush. As we
walked Timmo explained about the prostate gland and how boys' bumholes could
expand to take things up them. I listened intently, and I guessed that he
wanted to put his cock up my bumhole. I knew that it was wrong, but I also knew
that if he asked me to I'd let him.
Our lunch break was at 12:30 and Timmo told me to eat my lunch quickly and be
at his office for 12:45 on Monday, that would give us half an hour together,
and he'd try and arrange to be available every lunch break. I could feel my
cock stiffening as I imagined 69'ing with Timmo in his office. He told me that
if anybody asked, master or pupil, I was to tell them that I was helping him
with his chess. Every master, and most pupils, knew that Timmo's Dad had been a
chess champion, and Timmo would spread the rumour that I was helping him so
that he could beat his Dad. Then he asked me if I'd mind if his 2 Deputies
joined in sometimes. I was crestfallen, and I blubbed out
"But it's you I love Timmo, nobody else."
We were near the park gates and Timmo steered me to a park bench and we sat
down. I was nearly in tears, Timmo put his arm back around my shoulders and
squeezed.
"I like you very much Paul and I believe we're going to have a special
friendship. I know that you think you love me, but I assure you it's a schoolboy
crush. It's a very intense feeling at the moment but it will pass, the same
thing happened to me when I was your age. I still see the guy, but I'm not in love
with him anymore, but he's a very special friend. Let me ask you a question.
If I couldn't make it next Tuesday lunchtime would that mean you wouldn't
suck anyone else's cock? For that matter is my cock the only cock you'll be
sucking next week? And haven't you just told me that you like sex with more than
one boy?"
My voice was breaking when I replied and I was still sobbing.
"But I DO love you Timmo, I dream about you almost every night. I know I have
sex with other boys, and still will, and I do like it when it's more than one
at a time, but I want sex with you to be special, just the two of us."
"It will be just the two of us sometimes, but not always, but it will always
be special. I'm afraid Paul that that's what life's about, compromise. Look,
how about we continue as we are and get to know each other better? Then we can
talk about it again later."
I knew I wasn't going to win this battle so I sniffed and wiped my eyes.
"OK Timmo, whatever I can have of you will have to do."
Someone called my name, I looked up, it was Mrs Smith wanting to know what
had happened to me because I was late. Timmo stepped in and told her that I'd
had a bad football match and had got upset about it, as 14 year olds sometimes
do. He explained that he'd taken the time to walk me home and had tried to make
me feel better. After some more patter Timmo got on his bike and said his
goodbyes, reminding me of our appointment Monday, then he pedalled off. Mrs Smith
had been totally charmed by Timmo and kept going on about what a charming,
caring young man he was and how nice it was for the Head Prefect (she'd seen
Timmo's badge) to take an interest in the younger boys' welfare. When Mom got
back Mrs Smith came around and told her all about Timmo, so I had to explain
about the football. She asked me what Timmo's surname was, and when I told her
she asked if his Dad was Lars Matteo, the Managing Director of her business. I
hadn't know about that but I told her yes; and added that I was helping Timmo
with his chess, somehow I had the idea that it might come in useful as an
excuse later on.
Monday came and I was outside the Prefects' office at 12:40 having bolted my
lunch. There were a red and a green light above the door and when I knocked
the red light came on so I waited. Exactly 5 minutes later the door opened and
the two Deputy Prefects came out (more about them later), they smiled at me and
told me to go on in, Timmo was waiting for me. I went in and as I closed the
door I heard a key turn in the lock from the outside. I looked around, I was
in a wide narrow room with a desk and two chairs. Facing me was another door
which was ajar, I heard Timmo call out for me to come on through so I went into
the next room. My mouth dropped open, against the far wall was a bed and lying
naked on it was Timmo, he was on his side, holding his stiff cock. He laughed
at my reaction.
"Hi Paul, when I furnished the room I made sure we got a sofa bed, the
Masters just think it's a sofa. Now close your mouth, get your clothes off and come
and join me."
I was out of my clothes in seconds and seconds later we were 69'ing, and
Timmo immediately had 2 fingers up my bumhole again. So I wet one of my own
fingers and pushed it into his bumhole, then, when Timmo didn't protest I added a
second. His bumhole felt warm and moist and I enjoyed the feel of it and the way
Timmo flexed his sphincter around my fingers. After we came we snogged for a
bit swapping cum, then we started a second 69, finger fucking each others
bumholes again. I came first, but Timmo was right behind me. We were snogging
again and swapping spunk when an alarm went off, Timmo growled.
"Shit, that means it's five past one, you'd better get dressed and get back
to your lessons Paul, there's a toilet, shower and washbasin behind that
curtain."
I looked to where he pointed and went into what was a tiny bathroom with a
toilet shower and hand basin. I quickly swilled my face and hands; I was drying
off when Timmo came in behind me, he turned me around and we kissed tenderly.
"Go and get dressed while I clean up, then go to your next lesson. I'll meet
you tonight by the park gates and walk you home. OK?"
"That'll be magic Timmo, thanks. Oh, how do I get out? One of your Deputies
locked the door when I came in."
Timmo smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"Not a problem Paul, they're next door, waiting to see your naked body
before you dress. Is that OK with you?"
I thought for a couple of seconds and realised it wasn't a problem, I'd had
sex with Timmo on his own and he was walking me home, just like a boyfriend
should. In fact my cock twitched at the thought of two new boys seeing my naked
body. I grinned and kissed his cheek.
"No problem Timmo, I'll see you tonight."
I went into the room, Jim and Alan, the Deputies were sat in armchairs and
they watched as I did a pirouette to show them all of my body, they wolf
whistled. Then I reluctantly got dressed and went on to my next lesson, I was only
just on time. At afternoon recess I was as eager as ever to eat some more cum so
I waited by the bogs, a senior was on playground duty. Two 13 year olds asked
me if I'd suck them off together, when they told me they could both cum I
readily agreed, so we went into a cubicle and dropped our shorts. I got on my
knees and started to suck them off alternately while I fondled their balls.
Although my cock stiffened I wasn't bothered about cumming, I'd decided to wank
off at home after Timmo had walked me home. Their cocks weren't as big as mine
and I found I could get them both into my mouth at the same time. With a bit of
cooperation they managed to cum together in my mouth, producing surprisingly
big loads for their age, and I had a struggle to swallow all of their cum.
After school I waited at the park gates for a couple of minutes until Timmo
arrived on his bike, he dismounted and handed me a box.
"It's a travel chess set Paul, it's set up halfway through a game. Open it
up and hold it between us, then we can pretend we're discussing moves in case
anyone wonders what I'm doing walking you home every day."
Quite a few pupils and a couple of Masters walked or cycled home through the
park so Timmo's idea was a good one. Timmo asked me if I'd enjoyed our
session and showing off to his Deputies afterwards. I told him I had, especially
because I'd had him to myself first. I told him my only moan was how short a time
it had been. He asked if I could forego lunch, or eat it earlier, then for
the rest of the week I could see him for the full 45 minutes. I was ecstatic and
readily agreed. By now my cock was stiff and leaking precum. I told Timmo
that my Mom worked for his Dad and he seemed to think that was a good thing. All
too soon we were at the park gates; Timmo squeezed my arm and told me he could
hardly wait until tomorrow. Then he got on his bike, waved, and rode away. I
rushed my meal at Mrs Smith's and left for our apartment, telling her I'd got
a load of homework to do. I ran into my bedroom and stripped off, I found
Timmo's boxers and held them under my nose. Then I wet two fingers and pushed
them up my bumhole and furiously tossed myself off as I thought of Timmo. I'd
just cleaned up when Mom came home.
End of part one. Any comments to Paul at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
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