Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 13:15:01 -0500 From: English Expert Subject: Korean Boy Collection, Part I, Installment 1 *Korean Boy Collection, Part I* *Chapter 1* The boy's high school was buzzing with excitement at the announcement that a new English teacher would be arriving in the next couple of days, just in time for the start of the new semester. The last teacher had been an elderly woman and quite boring, and all the boys seemed eager to welcome the new teacher, not just because he was much younger than their former teacher, but also because he was a man. The boys needed a teacher they could relate to, someone who understand what it was like to have been a boy himself once upon a time. A teacher who knew what it felt like to be bursting with sexual energy, and wouldn't scold them for acting on it. All they knew is that the new teacher was male, from America, in his late 20s, and that it was his first time in South Korea. The school had printed a picture of their new teacher, Mr. Cummings, the week before in their school's monthly email newsletter. He was quite handsome, with thick, blondish hair, piercing blue eyes, a square jaw, clean-shaven. School hadn't started yet -- the semester started next Monday. But the boys loved to play soccer together throughout the summer vacation, and as usual, that's what they were doing this Saturday afternoon, their last weekend of freedom before classes started on Monday. Taking a rest from their physical exertion and the scorching noon-day sun, they chatted amongst themselves while relaxing in the shade of the school's entrance awning, gulping down some cold water. "You think Mr. Cummings leave behind girl in US?" said Tae-Young, in his best, but broken English. The boys always strove to impress their friends with their English ability, though none of them spoke it fluently. They all hoped Mr. Cummings would be more understanding than their previous teacher. "He so handsome, I bet she really sad," Tae-young continued. The boys chuckled, and a couple of the shyer ones turned shades of red. "You think he have a big gochu?" asked another boy. "White man always bigger than us, you know." Jin-Ho, the smallest and quietest within this group of boys, turned even more red as the others continued talking about the size of Mr. Cummings' cock and how his girlfriend must scream in painful delight whenever he fucks her. As much as the other boys focused on his imaginary girlfriend's pussy, though, Jin-Ho couldn't help but get hard as a rock as images of Mr. Cummings' huge, throbbing cock popped into his mind. "I hope other boys don't know what I thinking," Jin-Ho thought. But he couldn't help himself. As pre-cum started to wet his underwear, he was thankful his shorts were already sweaty from playing soccer, and he purposefully spilled a little water on himself to cover up the darkening circle forming around his tiny, but pulsating dick. As often happens with horny boys, talk quickly turned to play. The boys were rubbing themselves as Tae-young continued to talk about Mr. Cummings' sexual feats. He reached over to grab Jin-Ho's crotch, mimicking Mr. Cummings move on his supposed girlfriend. "Oh! Jin-Ho excited!" exclaimed Tae-young. "And wet!" The boys squealed with laughter while Jin-Ho turned as deep-red as a beet. "You want pussy like Mr. Cummings, Jin-Ho?" asked, Tae-young. "So sad our school is cock school, not pussy school. Okay, guys, soccer time!" All the boys jumped up, their little pricks shooting straight out in front of them. Jin-Ho was at least relieved that they all had hard-ons and that none of them knew his was for Mr. Cummings. A couple of the boys slapped each other's rigid shafts as they jogged back onto the soccer field. Later that night, as Jin-Ho stripped and got into the shower, the thought of Mr. Cummings' hot, thick love shaft pooped back into this horny, teenage brain. Immediately, his adorable little wood shot straight up. He imagined Mr. Cummings standing behind him in the shower, both of them stark naked, Mr. Cummings at least a foot taller. He could feel Mr. Cumming's shaft rubbing against his lower back, right above his hairless, smooth buttocks. Jin-Ho lathered his now bulging hard-on with soap and started jerking off, slow at first, then more and more quickly. He could feel Mr. Cummings turning him around, picking him up, plastering him against the side of the shower, lifting his legs and placing them around Mr. Cummings' waist, and shoving his massive anal impaler deep inside. "Yes, Mr. Cummings! Use my hole. Give me jot-mul!" whispered Jin-Ho. The moment he imagined Mr. Cummings shooting inside him, Jin-Ho's body shook and he shot a huge load clear across the shower stall. Exhausted, he sat down in the shower, letting the warm water pour over his sexy, caramel-colored, hairless little body. "Please, Mr. Cummings, make me sex slave for you..." Jin-Ho wished.