Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:34:15 +0000 From: Rick Glasson Subject: Making David Feel Better - Part 2 The following story is primarily a work of fiction using an actual event as a starting point for a series of fictional events (see the footnote to part one). Names are entirely made up. It depicts sexual contact 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following morning David awoke feeling better, though still a little ill. His roommates were in the process of stirring and he was just starting to climb out of bed himself when there was a knock at the door and Mr Thomas appeared. The other boys scattered around to get themselves organised to go down for breakfast as the teacher approached David. "How are you feeling this morning?" "A bit better thank you sir - still aching a bit though." Mr Thomas reached across and placed his hand against the boy's forehead. "You've definitely still got a temperature. I think you should stay here today and rest up - you seem to be on the mend, so hopefully tomorrow you can get back out on the slopes. You get back into bed, and one of you lot," his gaze took in the rest of the room, "bring him some juice and cereal back from breakfast. I'll be back in a while Morgan." And he turned and left. David settled back down with some relief. The man's touch had once again caused stirrings in his body like those he had experienced the night before, and standing up might have been awkward. The situation had been made worse by the fact that the teacher had been standing directly in front of him, with his own crotch at the boy's eye level, and the slight mound visible in the front of his tracksuit trousers had been very clear. He dozed off until his friend Simon arrived back with some breakfast, commiserating that he would need to miss the day's skiing and offering a couple of comics he'd brought to pass the time during the day. Then the other boys got into their outdoor gear and headed off. David wondered how he should pass the time, and whether he would be able to get something to eat later, since the group spent the whole day on the slopes, stopping for lunch in the large dining hall attached to the ski school. About ten minutes after he had heard the party departing the hotel in a clamour of shouting and whooping, the door of his room was pushed open and to David's surprise Mr Thomas came back in. Responding to the boy's clearly questioning look, the man explained; "I said that I'd stay here today to keep an eye on you. Seemed sensible given that most of the staff don't speak much English - we didn't want you getting worse and not being able to get help." "Thank you sir" said David. "But I'm not going to sit around in amongst all the mess you lot have made in here - you'd better come to my room where I can keep an eye on you. Get anything you need - I'll wait outside." David quickly pulled a sweater over his pyjama top and picked up Simon's comics and the book he'd brought with him. He pulled the door of the room closed and looked expectantly at his teacher, who put a hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the stairs at the end of the floor. They went down a floor and towards the back of the hotel, to the room Mr Thomas was sharing with Mr Hammond, the geography teacher who was also one of the adults accompanying the party. Once there, the man moved to an armchair in the corner where a file and some books were piled, and gestured the boy towards one of the beds. "You'd better settle in my bed - you'll be more comfortable there than in one of the chairs, and if you get tired you can just doze. Let me know if you need anything - I'm just going to get on with some work over here." David nodded his thanks and moved around to the bed Mr Thomas had indicated. As he got close to its head he saw a pair of underpants on the floor by the bedside table and recognised them as those the teacher had been wearing the night before. The thought of the brief glimpse he'd had of them, held below the hairy mounds of Mr Thomas's backside, cause yet another stirring in his groin. He didn't wholly understand what these reactions were all about, but he had definitely begun to make connections regarding the things that caused them. "Just a second" said Mr Thomas as David began to pull back the covers to climb into bed. The boy stopped. "I just had a thought - I want to make sure I didn't do any damage when I was taking your temperature last night. I don't want to have caused any problems because I didn't know how to use the thermometer. Let me have a look at your arse a minute." He walked towards his pupil, who put down the items he was carrying on the bed and hooked his thumbs into his pyjama waistband, pulling the trousers down to his ankles, bending over to do so. As he made to straight up he was told "No, stay bending over the bed, it'll make it easier to check." Mr Thomas knelt down on the floor behind the boy and looked for a moment at the small smooth cheeks before him. He must have been leaning in quite close, because David could feel his warm breath on the exposed skin. At the same time he felt his teacher's big hands on his ankles, sliding them as far apart as the enclosing pyjamas would allow. "You'd better just pull your cheeks apart again so I can look properly" said the teacher in an oddly breathless voice, and David was quick to comply, again aware of his willy stiffening. For the teacher's part, seeing the boy bending before him, opening up access to his most private place, was like a kind of heaven. The boy's smooth, compact balls had become visible as he had pushed his legs apart, and now above them opened up the sight of the tight pink hole he had barely been able to tear his eyes away from the night before. "It's not sore or anything is it?" he asked. The boy shook his head no. "Okay, well just hold on a second; I want to be sure. Let me know if it's sore or tender when I do this." He lifted up his hand, four flattened fingers upwards, and using them to cup the boy's cock and balls (*stiff* cock! Jesus!) against his body placed the large flat pad of his thumb across the hole and gently pressed, just applying an even pressure across the whole ring of muscle. Finding it hard to form words, he managed to get out "Is that okay?" and felt the muscles tighten slightly as the boy experimentally squeezed. "It's not painful at all sir. Actually, it feels quite nice." David wasn't sure what made him add this last observation, but it just seemed the right thing to say. The teacher left his hand where it was for a few more seconds, then pulled away, reaching down and pulling up the boy's trousers, and gently patting his backside as he himself stood up. "Okay then, you settle in and get yourself comfortable and I'll do the same." David watched him while climbing into bed. The man kicked off his trainers and pulled his tracksuit bottoms off to reveal a pair of shorts underneath. The tight fabric of the shorts outlined the teacher's muscular arse as he bent to pull the trousers over his feet. In just a t-shirt and shorts, he turned to settle into his chair, an even bigger and more obvious bulge straining at his clothes than he had displayed the night before. The boy was aware of being watched himself as he moved to slide under the covers and his own hard cock popped straight up through the opening in his pyjamas. He wasn't sure if that detail had been observed. For a while the two sat on their respective sides of the room, the boy reading and the man making notes in his file, each occasionally looking at the other, a slight tension in the air. In the middle of the morning there was a knock at the door and Mr Thomas spoke briefly to the housekeeper, telling her with difficulty that she didn't need to worry about cleaning the room that day. When he was done he left the room for a moment and returned with a drink each from them from the vending machine along the hall. He handed one to David, asking if he needed anything else. Once the boy had reassured him he didn't, the man returned to his chair, acutely aware of the boy's focus on the front of his shorts while he had been standing beside the bed. Shortly after that, David realised he was getting tired, and told his teacher he thought he would go to sleep. "That's fine, it'll probably help you recover" his teacher replied, so the boy settled down, turning onto his side facing the teacher and watched him for a few moments as his eyes became heavy and he dozed off. Mr Thomas stopped focusing on his work as soon as he realised David was asleep, and sat staring at the boy for what felt like a long time. His mind was in turmoil as he weighed up his feelings against his common sense. What he was contemplating was crazy. But it also felt almost overpoweringly necessary. As he slumbered, David was only vaguely aware of the bed being disturbed as the covers were lifted and a heavier weight settled onto the mattress beside him. As a pair of strong arms moved under and over him to cuddle him against a strong, warm body, he instinctively relaxed against it as it curled in behind him and held him close. If he felt the breath against his hair, the hairs of the man's chest against his back or the hard cock pressed against his bottom, the awareness was lost in his feeling of comfort and security. The boy wasn't sure how long he had slept, but when he stirred, he found himself embraced in strong arms and with a finger stroking his face. As he struggled to remember where he was, a man's voice whispered in his ear. "Lad - don't be startled, and don't be afraid. If you want me to, I'll get up and leave you to sleep, just say the word." Realising that it was Mr Thomas and that the man had joined him in the bed brought him awake with a rush, and before the teacher could react, he wriggled himself around to find himself only inches from the teacher's face. In that moment he realised that the man was completely naked, and that his hard cock was now pressing urgently against him, causing his own to react spontaneously and stiffen itself, once again poking through the opening in his pyjamas. His hand instinctively went against the teacher's chest, to push him away, but for the moment he simply left it there, the man's hairs coarse against his boyish skin. The man and boy looked at each other for a long moment, and then Mr Thomas moved his face forward and kissed David full on the mouth, feeling his own straining cock harden still further against the boy's leg as a consequence. Hesitantly, David began to kiss back, and suddenly his teacher's tongue was pushing into his mouth, and within moments they were kissing passionately, the boy taking his lead in this unfamiliar activity from the man. When they eventually broke apart, Mr Thomas turned David over and curled himself against the boy's back, keeping one arm wrapped round under his pupil and pulling his pyjamas down to his knees before starting to gently rub his smooth arse cheeks with the other. It felt to David as if his whole body was tingling, and his cock kept making tiny convulsive spasms as it reacted to the sensation of the man's touch. He felt one warm hand running over his chest, touching his nipples and the other stroking his bottom then pushing his legs apart to reach and rub his balls, which were tightening up under the attention. Mr Thomas's breath was on his neck as he kissed and licked at his skin. "Are you okay? Okay with this, I mean?" the teacher asked. David nodded his assent, and felt his teacher shift his position. Taking his hand away from his backside, he took hold of his own cock and positioned it between David's legs, directly under his balls, then closed the legs around it. Then he moved the same hand to the boy's front and took hold of his boy-sized, completely smooth cock with a finger and thumb just below the head. David had never felt a sensation so intense as those now racking his body. The man's cock felt rock hard, and the head was protruding well past his balls, which seemed extra-sensitive to its every movement across them. The feeling of a man's hand, and in particular this man's hand, holding his cock tightly and beginning to pull on it was indescribable. Mr Thomas started to push his cock backwards and forwards between his legs, heightening the sensitivity in his balls with every pass, and matching his tugging movements on the boy's cock to his own rhythm, kissing and licking at his neck all the while. This steady movement, accompanied by a regular creak of the bedsprings, continued for some minutes, with David's gasps punctuating the air as Mr Thomas found new ways to play with his increasingly sensitive boycock. For a while David felt almost incapable of movement as his body dealt with the extraordinary intensity of feelings, but eventually, driven by curiosity as much as any specific intent, he reached down and took the head of his teacher's cock in his hand. It felt large and warm, and its texture was unlike anything he had ever felt before beneath a layer of sticky wetness. The man's movements had been getting more urgent, but at this additional stimulation he gasped loudly in the boy's ear and began thrusting harder and harder, using his arm to push the channel his cock was ploughing tighter, even as he pulled harder and faster on the thirteen year old cock which felt so small and yet so firm in his enveloping hand. Suddenly, with a gasp, David felt an orgasm begin to overtake him, and shuddering, he jerked his hips, pushing his cock harder into Mr Thomas's hand and reflexively tightening the space between his legs even further in convulsive spasms as he shot a tiny amount of boycum against the teacher's fingers. This additional stimulus was all to took to push the man over the edge, and shuddering, he pushed his hips forward once more hard against the boy's arse and shot jet after jet of his own spunk into the grasping hand. It splattered against the sheet and oozed out between the overstretched fingers to drip onto David's smooth thigh and run down to the mattress. With the still hard but slowly softening cock still in place, David snuggled further in against the man and felt the big strong arms again encompass him. Within minutes the two were asleep, wrapped together and completely at rest as the remnants of both their ejaculations dried on their skins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for the positive comments on part one, and apologies part two took so long to get round to. Again, if you'd like more, let me know.