Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 16:36:14 -0800 From: Rick Glasson Subject: Making David Feel Better The following story is primarily a work of fiction using an actual event as a starting point for a series of fictional events*. Names are entirely made up. It depicts physical contact and clearly homoerotic activity between a man and a teenage boy. If you're under 18, don't like this kind of thing or it's illegal where you are you shouldn't read any further. It's mine, so I'd be grateful if you didn't steal it. I hope you find it a turn on. If you have any comments please email me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ David Morgan lay in his bed feeling miserable while his three roommates jumped around and shouted exactly as usual. He turned to face the wall and tried to block out the noise and the disturbance. David was thirteen years old and on his first school skiing trip; a week in the Italian Alps. Unfortunately in the couple of weeks before the trip was due to begin, he'd had the 'flu and been off school. His mum had been very uncertain about whether it made sense for him to go in the circumstances, but he really didn't want to miss out. Unfortunately, three days in, he'd suddenly started feeling feverish and aching again, and had come straight to bed when they returned from the slopes, rather than going to eat with the rest of the group. His three roommates had come back after dinner and shown a typical teenage lack of concern... Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and they settled down as Simon opened it. Mr Thomas, the PE teacher who was one of the accompanying adults was at the door. "Right you lot, I need to take a look at Morgan, so clear off downstairs and don't come back until I come and find you to tell you you can." The three scattered to put on shoes and grab belongings, then with one cry of "see you later Dave!" they were gone, and Mr Thomas entered the room. David liked Mr Thomas - though he wasn't teaching him this year, he had the year before. They lived not far apart, and sometimes, if it was raining when he drove past on the way to school in the mornings he would stop and give David a lift. The teacher was not very tall, but was fit and well built, with dark hair and occasionally had a moustache, though not at that time. David turned from the wall to face him as he came closer. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "It's mostly just aches sir" David replied. "And I feel a bit hot." Mr Thomas reached over and felt the student's forehead. It certainly seemed hot to him, though he was no expert. "Well, I need to check your temperature anyway, but, well..." he trailed off and David looked at him curiously. The teacher looked uncomfortable for some reason. David just watched him as he struggled for what to say. "Well look, Morgan, the thing is the only thermometer the hotel has is a local one, and you don't put it in your mouth, I have to put it in your arse." Mr Thomas was one of those PE teachers who spoke bluntly, particularly when berating the boys on the field, and hearing the word wasn't particularly surprising to David, though the idea of the man putting something in his bottom was clearly a weird one. The two just looked at each other for a minute, then Mr Thomas said "so come on, turn over on top of your sheets and let's get this done with". David climbed out of bed and pulled the sheets back up then went to lay on top. "You'll need to drop you pyjamas, Morgan" observed the teacher, and blushing slightly at not having made the obvious connection, David bent to do so, showing his smooth white cheeks fully to his teacher as he did so. He may have been imagining it, but he thought he heard Mr Thomas draw in a sharp breath at that moment. Then he was laying on top of his bed, hit pyjama trousers around his ankles. He felt Mr Thomas settle beside him and then there was a moment's pause. "I'll be honest with you, Morgan. I've never done this before, so I'm not sure exactly how to do this. Let me see if this works." David felt something small and cold placed just between his bum cheeks, and he instinctively clenched them slightly to try and hold it in place. Mr Thomas left it there of a few minutes then took it away. The pupil turned his head slightly to see the adult squinting at the device. "I have no idea whether this is right or not. I think this is saying your temperature's normal, but it didn't feel normal just now. Maybe this thing needs to go properly up to your arsehole. I'm sorry about this kid." and he ruffled David's hair slightly. "Relax will you?" David let himself go limp, though he had actually started to get a lot firmer in at least one area. Mr Thomas repositioned himself on the bed and pushed the thermometer back between David's cheeks, this time manipulating it slightly until it connected with the muscle at the edge of the boy's hole. "Okay now tighten it up again to hold it there." David followed the instruction, and again felt his cock harden at the feel of the hard alien object touching his arsehole. As he did so, almost as if he was properly looking at what he was doing for the first time, Mr Thomas exclaimed "Christ Morgan, your arse is smooth! You've got some growing up to do, haven't you?" David was confused by the comment. What was the man expecting his arse to be if not smooth, lumpy? "What do you mean, 'smooth' sir?" "Just that you haven't got a single hair down there yet - what are you, thirteen?" David nodded. "I'd have thought you'd have at least a bit of bum fluff by now. Some of the other lads your age have got their pubes by now... I bet" he added, sounding slightly flustered. David agreed. "Yes sir, some of the boys in my class have, but I don't have any yet. But I didn't realise arses got hairy too." "Christ yes" replied Mr Thomas. "You should see mine!" For reasons he couldn't understand, David found his arse convulsing at that thought, and his little hairless cock stiffened still further. Mr Thomas once again drew in his breath sharply, and though he wasn't looking, David was sure he'd had his eyes on his bottom at that moment. Without warning, the thermometer was taken away and once again he watched the teacher scrutinise it. "I'm still not sure. I'm going to give it one more go, but this time I'm going to try putting it properly inside. Is that okay?" David was sure that he liked the feelings having the thermometer (or was it the man) applied to his bottom, so he readily agreed. Mr Thomas shifted around on the bed to get better access, and then after a few further moves said "The only way I can see this working is if you spread your arse with your hands. You should probably lift your arse up off the bed a bit too." David shuffled around a little on the bed, then, pushing his hips upwards, he reached behind him with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart. The noise Mr Thomas made at this was almost a groan, and David realised his little balls would also be visible, though not his cock, which was now pressing hard up against his stomach. Then the man positioned himself facing the bottom of the bed and slide the thermometer inside the revealed tight pink hole to a depth of about an inch. Again David tightened himself around it and again he heard the intake of breath. As he lay there with the thermometer inside him, his cock almost spasmed from the feelings he was experiencing, and his whole body began to tremble. He became aware of a noise, and though he couldn't turn his head fully as it was pressed down due to his raised hips, he could see his teacher partially in the mirror. His hand seemed to be moving steadily, and David realised that the noise was the steady rhythm of the man's nylon tracksuit trousers moving. The man himself wasn't speaking. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Mr Thomas reached over and removed the thermometer. David could have sworn that he felt a finger trace his tight, smooth ballsac at the same time, though it was so small a touch he could have been imagining it. "You can let go and relax again now" he was told, and did so. The teacher stayed sitting for a minute or two, and David couldn't see what he was doing, but when he stood up and turned to him, there was no mistaking the tent in the front of those trousers, though Mr Thomas tried to hide it by putting his hand in a pocket. "You've definitely got a temperature. You should stay here tomorrow and not go out in the cold. If you're no better by tomorrow evening we should probably see if there's any way we can get you home. I'll come back an check on you in the morning. Now you sort your self out" he nodded towards the trousers around the boy's ankles, though David had a feeling he was also somehow acknowledging the hardness of his cock. He turned, allowing the boy quickly to pull up his pyjamas and stand. He moved towards the door. "Thank you sir" said David. "And sir? Could I?" Mr Thomas turned questioningly, his eyes widening at the very obvious tip of the boy's cock hard against his stomach, trapped by a carelessly pulled up waistband. "Could you what, Morgan?" "You said I should see your hairy arse, sir, and I was wondering if I could." The teacher stared into the boy's eyes for many seconds, and then seemed to make a sudden decision. He turned and, hooking his thumbs into his own waistband, pulled his trousers and underpants down to just below his arse. It was David's turn to draw in his breath. The man's backside was *really* hairy. The large, muscular cheeks were covered in the stuff. He almost wanted to run his hands over it and feel its softness. Mr Thomas tightened and relaxed his arse a couple of times and then pulled his trousers back up. When he turned back he was no longer making any effort to hide the stiffness in his trousers. "Right. I'll be back to check up on you in the morning." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * The actual event was me getting sick on the school trip and a male teacher having to use a rectal thermometer on me. Everything else here is wishful thinking on my part. That was back in the 70s - hard to imagine a teacher being willing to do something like that while alone in a room with a pupil today... If you'd like me to carry on with this story drop me a line.