Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2018 21:17:20 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: HOW JAMIE EARNED HIS TEAM PLACE

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HOW JAMIE EARNED HIS TEAM PLACE


Soccer practice over, twelve-year-old Jamie took a shower with the other
boys, carefully washing his young body as he lingered under the jets of
warm water. Returning to the changing room, towel wrapped around his
slender waist, he almost bumped into Mr Grainger, the young games teacher,
who was standing there.

"Get dressed and then report to my office," ordered the teacher.

As he dressed hurriedly, Jamie tried to work out why he was being
summoned. He had heard tales about his teacher. Some of the other boys
joked about him being a bit of a pervert, although none of them could ever
back up their allegations. Something about the gossip fascinated the
boy. He couldn't work it out, but the lurid tales seemed to trigger
something in his thoughts.

The soapy-fresh boy soon found himself outside Mr Grainger's office. He
knocked.

"Come!" called a voice. The boy opened the door and went in. Mr Grainger
was sitting at his desk. "Close the door," he instructed.

"You asked to see me, sir," Jamie said.

"Sit there," directed the teacher, pointing to a chair in the corner. Jamie
obeyed, and the man continued, "I'll get to the point, Jamie, I'm
disappointed with how you're progressing."

"Sorry, sir," mumbled the boy.

"You're not as fit as you should be, and the other boys are running rings
around you."

"I'm trying hard, sir, really I am."

"Well, your `trying' isn't working. I can't see how I can keep you in the
team when there are several more able boys in your year who deserve to be
selected."

"Please, sir, don't kick me off the team.  I can try harder, I know I can."

"I'm afraid I've already made the decision."

"But I'd do anything to stay on the team, sir, anything!"

Mr Grainger thought for a moment and then went on.

"No, I have to put the team first and so I'm afraid you're dropped."

"I mean it, sir, anything you want...just keep me on the team, please!"

The teacher spun on his seat so that he was looking directly at the
youngster.

"What precisely do you mean by `anything'?"

The conversation paused as the boy and the man fixed their eyes on one
another. Everything that needed to be spoken seemed to be told through
their staring. After a moment, Jamie stood up. He clicked the latch on the
door and drew down the blinds at the single window. He turned back to his
teacher.

"I really do mean `anything', sir," he half-whispered.

Mr Grainger stood, a noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts. "Get on
with it, then!" he commanded.

The boy came over to him and dropped to his knees, his face inches from the
man's tumescence. He raised his young hands, grasped the waistband of the
teacher's shorts, and eased them downward until they dropped to the
ankles. The stink of the teacher's groin, restricted in its sweaty
jock-strap, hit Jamie in the face. It was an odour that exuded man and
sex. It was a smell that drove Jamie onward.

His hands went behind his teacher and he pulled the groin against his face,
breathing in the aroma of sweat. He licked the front of the jock-strap,
tasting the man on his tongue. Mr Grainger sighed as Jamie's mouth explored
his throbbing bulge. He felt the boy's breath as it traversed every inch of
the tightening sportswear. Jamie's tongue burrowed away, slicking the
garment until it was damp with saliva.

Mr Grainger couldn't hold back any longer. He drew his cock free, slapping
its meaty length against the youngster's face.

Jamie looked up at the teacher almost imploringly, then gazed upon the
man's erection. Mr Grainger spoke.

"You know what you have to do, take that cock into your mouth if you want
to earn your place in the team."

For the first time, Jamie hesitated. How was he going to manage to suck on
such a big dick?

"I've never sucked another person's...you know," he said.

"It won't be easy, then, will it," Mr Grainger seemed to sneer, "But if you
want to be on the team so much, you're going to have to get used to
it. Now, open up!"

Jamie was beginning to regret what he'd got himself into, but he couldn't
back out now.

"I'll try my best, sir," he said, timidly, "I don't want to disappoint
you."

"Don't worry, you won't," he scoffed, "Take it!"

Mr Grainger forced the head of his organ between the boy's lips. Grasping
Jamie by his dishevelled mop of mousy brown hair he forced his cock
deeper. Jamie gulped as he felt the teacher's shaft thrusting to the back
of his young mouth. Despite his gagging, the boy's teacher continued the
violation. He gripped the boy's head tightly.

"Breathe through your nose," he growled, disregarding Jamie's splutters.

He forced himself upon the boy. Jamie struggled to take it and felt his
eyes welling with tears. Mr Grainger looked down at him but didn't relent.

Defiantly, Jamie fought against the choking onslaught but was determined
not to give up.

Finally, after what seemed an age to Jamie, but was probably just a few
brief minutes, Mr Grainger spoke again.

"It's getting close," he gasped, "You had better swallow every drop if you
want to stay on the team."

Jamie tried to draw a breath through his snot-filled nose as he felt the
man-cock stiffen to its fullness. It wouldn't last much longer, he thought.

Then Mr Grainger's orgasm arrived. A thick rope of hot cum stung the back
of Jamie's throat. The man clenched the boy's head as a second and third
spurt of his fluid washed over the youngster's tongue. Jamie grimaced but
swallowed, tasting the man's liquid as it clung to his gullet. The teacher
didn't release his hold until he was done, then he withdrew his spent organ
and smeared the sticky residue across the boy's face.

After Mr Grainger had caught his breath he allowed the boy to stand.

"Wipe that last bit off your face, boy, and eat it," he commanded.

Jamie put a hand to his cheeks and scooped up the trickling juice on his
fingers. He put his fingers to his lips and, looking straight at Mr
Grainger almost insolently, licked them clean.

"Am I in the team now, sir?" Jamie asked, with a rather naughty smile.

Mr Grainger pulled his shorts back on and then sat, grinning at the boy.

"Let's just say you've bought yourself a little more time," he answered.

"You mean...?"

"Yes, I mean we've not finished yet by any stretch!"

"Haven't I done enough to satisfy you, sir?"

"Do as you're told and sit there," said Mr Grainger, indicating the chair
by the desk. Jamie did as he was asked. "Now, put your feet up on my desk."
It seemed an odd request, but the boy complied without a word.

Mr Grainger took hold of one of Jamie's ankles and began to loosen the
laces of his trainer. Jamie sat bemused as the teacher removed the footwear
and held it under his nose, breathing in the smell of the
twelve-year-old. It was enough of a turn-on for Mr Grainger to feel his
cock swelling again. He peeled off the boy's sock and pushed it to his own
face, inhaling the scent.

"Is everything alright, sir?" asked Jamie, who had never witnessed such
behaviour.

"Silence!" growled Mr Grainger, and he took the sock, screwed it into a
tight ball and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. "Don't even think of taking
it out until I'm done. Nod your head if you understand."

Jamie nodded his compliance. This was strange, he thought, but it didn't
make him panic.

Mr Grainger removed the boy's other trainer and sock so that both Jamie's
naked feet were now raised up on the desk. The perverted teacher then spent
several minutes working over every inch of the boy's feet, sniffing and
kissing and licking them. As his tongue slicked the soles, the boy squirmed
in response to the intense pleasure and ticklish feeling.

"Keep still," Mr Grainger ordered, "If you kick out then you'll be really
punished!"

The tickling was almost unbearable, and Jamie struggled to keep still. Mr
Grainger went from one foot to the other and now Jamie noticed that the
teacher was wanking himself beneath his shorts. The stifled groans of the
boy only added to thrill of Mr Grainger's exploitation of the youngster and
before long he felt his second orgasm was building.

The teacher pulled his cock free and jerked it rapidly. Ignoring Jamie's
struggles, he gripped both ankles with one hand, forcing them
together. With a grunt, he blasted his hot cum onto the boy's feet. The
load didn't match the quantity that Jamie had earlier been made to swallow,
but it was enough to trickle over the boy's toes and dribble onto the
floor. He used his engorged cock-head to smear the semen all over the boy's
feet.

His orgasm subsided, but he was not done yet.

"Spit out the sock," he commanded. Jamie did so, relieved to catch a proper
breath at last. "Now lick your feet!"

"But..."

Mr Grainger didn't let the boy finish. He grasped one of the boy's feet and
twisted it around, driving it towards the boy's face.

"Lick your foot clean, boy," he ordered, "Slowly now, I want to see you
enjoying your foot and my cum. Don't you dare miss a drop of my juice!"

Jamie's flexible young body allowed him to lick his own feet with ease. As
he cleaned the man's cum he felt a mixture of revulsion tinged with an
erotic buzz he couldn't comprehend. Then the teacher took the boy's other
foot and twisted it upwards. Jamie was now sat below him with both feet
pressed to his face. Mr Grainger looked down at the contorted youngster,
helpless and under his control. The boy's trousers were drawn tightly over
his cute rear fuelling Mr Grainger's anticipation for their next
meeting. "My God!" he thought, "The fun I can have fucking a boy this
supple!"

Mr Grainger enjoyed watching the boy slowly licking himself clean. It
turned him on to see the look on the boy's face change from disgust to
enjoyment. As for Jamie, he was experiencing a revelation. How could he
have realised that licking his own feet could make him feel so horny?

His feet clean, Jamie put his feet down at last.

"Sir, please, sir..." he pleaded, "I need a wank so badly!"

"Very well, take that young cock out and wank it slowly. Give me a good
show."

Jamie unzipped and pulled his three-inch dick free. His trousers fell open,
giving Mr Grainger a better view of the young penis with the few wispy
pubes scattered at the base.

"When you're ready to cum you will stand up and shoot it into my mouth,
understand?"

Jamie nodded. Like any boy his age, it didn't take him long to conclude. As
he felt his hairless balls tighten, signalling his ejaculation, he
stood. Mr Grainger knelt before him and opened his mouth wide. After a few
more rapid strokes, Jamie ejected a thin squirt of his boy fluid onto the
teacher's waiting tongue. Mr Grainger savoured the sweet taste of the boy's
offering before using his tongue on the cocklet, lapping up the sticky
nectar from the tip.

Mr Grainger stood as Jamie pushed his softening cock back inside his
trousers.

"Now, get dressed and get out!" he taunted.

"Am I still on the team now, sir?" asked young Jamie, as he picked up his
socks from the floor.

"Hand me those," ordered Mr Grainger, "I'll be keeping them. As for your
team place, let's just say you've made a good start in keeping it. The next
practice is after school on Thursday, so I expect you to report to me as
soon as it is finished. Now, clear off!"

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