Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 22:52:31 -0700 From: Rick Glasson Subject: Making David Feel Better - Part 3 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Larry Thomas couldn't decide if he was in heaven or hell. On the one hand he was curled naked around the smooth little body of a boy who had awakened passion in him that he'd never known before, and there was every indication that more of that passion could be fulfilled once the kid woke up. His cock, now semi-hard and occasionally twitching, was still laying between the boy's thighs, where less than an hour earlier he had humped him and shot his load. On the other hand, he was a grown man, and the boy's teacher at that, and what they'd just done broke any number of ethical as well as legal restrictions, and if anyone found out he was looking at god knew what punishment. And overriding all of this was a mass of confusion about what had led him to this in the first place. The last time he'd experienced anything involving another male sexually he'd been about David's age himself, messing around with his friend John from school. It had been okay, but it hadn't seemed like what he wanted to do with his life sexually, so he'd moved on to women and until last night never looked back. Last night, when the boy in his arms had dropped his pyjamas and offered up his pert, completely smooth arse, and his teacher's cock had reacted immediately, swelling out to full hardness in seconds, and straining against his underwear to an almost alarming degree. But he wasn't queer, was he? He'd spent half his professional life in changing rooms with naked boys and men and never for a second had the kind of reaction that the sight of young Morgan's white little cheeks had stirred. The idea to suggest he needed to try the thermometer multiple times had come without thought, and by the time the lad had pulled the way to his hole open for the third attempt it had been all the teacher could do not to yank his cock out and shove it straight into the tight little hole offered up before him. And this morning, when he'd volunteered to stay behind and take care of the boy, he'd known even then that he was going to take any opportunity to get up close to it again. The feeling when he'd pressed his thumb against it and at the same time cupped the boys hard little prick was a kind of wonderful torture, and again, he'd been hard pressed not to lean in and kiss and lick the smooth mounds of his arse cheeks. What had he become? David stirred in his arms, and Mr Thomas instinctively began rubbing his chest, gently stroking his nipples into the boyish semblance of hardness, even as his own penis moved back to full rigidity and pushed up against the smooth little cock and balls beside them. "Feels nice" the boy mumbled, still mostly asleep, but coming further awake by the second. The teacher kept up his attention on the hairless chest with one hand and moved his other down to David's groin, once again taking his cock between a thumb and forefinger and starting to feel it harden as blood pumped into it. That movement coincided with the boy reaching full awareness. "Sir?" he began. This was a moment the man had been dreading. Was this the moment when the boy would reject what they'd done? Threaten to tell his parents, or the school authorities? With a feeling of dread, he responded; "Yes lad?" "Did I do it all right, earlier? I've never done anything like that before and I was afraid I was getting things wrong." The weight began to lift from Mr Thomas's mind. If the boy had been concerned about his technique he probably wasn't horrified by the whole thing. "To tell you the truth, I've never done anything like that before either. But I can't imagine how you could have done better. It felt amazing to me. What was it like for you?" "It was lovely sir. I've never had feelings like it, but I liked them a lot. But how come you've never done it before?" "I've never been with anyone I wanted to before. I'm still not sure what made me want to do things with you, but I'm glad I did." "I'm glad too, but there must be loads of other boys you've known? Didn't *any* of them make you want to do stuff?" "Well none of them ever showed me their arse and let me put something in it, which may have made a difference" he chuckled. As he talked he continued to stroke and play with the boy's body, realising with a thrill that the kid's thighs were tightening around his cock again. He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself to get carried away in the feelings that aroused. "Would you.... like to do some more stuff?" He was pretty sure that the lad could be persuaded, but he didn't want to push. "Sure," David said. "What would you like to do?" The man thought for only a second before twisting them both around and got on top of the boy so that he was looking down into his pale green eyes. He propped himself up on his hands and wriggled to get his cock back between the boy's thighs, this time from the front so that his knob was pushing up between those bloody beautiful arse cheeks. He lowered his head and started kissing the boy again, feeling him respond immediately and pushing out his tongue as he'd learned earlier. They spent several minutes french kissing, the man urgently pushing into the youthful mouth and enjoying the boy's efforts to respond as forcefully. All the while he gently humped against the boy's body, feeling his achingly hard cock rubbing between his thighs and occasionally pushing right on that tight little hole. He could feel the muscles of the ring against his exposed head, and the crazy thought of just giving one more push and properly fucking the kid almost made him explode into orgasm. He needed to give himself some relief from the sensations. Lifting his head from the boy's, he looked down the length of their bodies to where the bush of his own pubes surrounded the tight little hairless balls and rock hard little uncut cock of his pupil. He pushed himself down the bed in one movement and bent to take the whole package in his mouth in one go. David's entire body convulsed from the shock and he instinctively lifted his hips to push his cock and balls harder into his teacher's enveloping mouth. Mr Thomas sucked and licked on David's cock and balls, keeping them completely within his mouth throughout until they were drenched in his saliva, which escaped from his mouth and soaked the boy's thighs. For his part David thought he had died and gone to heaven. As incredible as it had felt to have his cock played with by the man in the bed with him, this was so much more. He felt the tongue moving around his willy and run over his balls, and then the pressure as Mr Thomas sucked hard, pulling everything deeper into his mouth. His hands moved under the boy to grasp his arse and knead the cheeks, moving occasionally between them to rub and push against his hole. He was so carried away by the feelings he was experiencing that he barely noticed the teacher moving. Somehow managing to keep his mouth clamped over the boy's genitals, he turned himself round into a sixty-nine position, then pulled the boy over on top. He was still sucking away, but could now see the boy's arse crack in the light above him and, pulling the cheeks apart he could see the dark hole his little finger was slightly penetrating from time to time. As far as the boy was concerned, he was suddenly confronted by his teacher's rock hard cock, and his hairy balls beyond. He was fascinated by the cock's length and thickness, so different than his own, and most especially by the cut knob, which was fully exposed, unlike any other he had seen. When he had felt it earlier he had been intrigued by its shape and texture - now he could see the way the skin looked he understood why both had been so different from his expectations based on his own and what he'd seen of his father's and other boys in the changing room. Because of the difference in their heights he was only able to reach the tip of Mr Thomas's cock with the tip of his own tongue, but that was enough to make the man tremble. He reached out and wrapped a hand as far around the shaft as he could, pulling the head closer, and licking around it to the teacher's evident delight. In an effort to give him more pleasure, he pulled himself forward, lifting his own cock away from the man's greedy mouth and feeling it press down against the hairy chest. The movement put him close enough to take the whole head (but no more) of the much bigger cock in his mouth, and he began sucking hard, gratified by the gasps from the man beneath him. The loss of the object of his oral attention and the subsequent intensity of the small mouth engulfing his knob left Mr Thomas momentarily dazed, though his hands kept up their attention on the boy's arse. Suddenly taken by another crazy notion, he forced his head up at an extreme angle and, pulling the cheeks firmly apart, pushed his tongue as deeply into the boy's tight little arsehole as it could go. He felt the muscles clench around his probing tongue and the kid's jerk of response push him further down the too-big-for-his-mouth cock. The sensations were too much for either of them, and in the same instant they were both overtaken by the most intense orgasms either had ever experienced, the man pumping cum hard into the back of the boy's mouth and feeling the boy's hard little cock jerking against his chest as another little puddle of warm stickiness spread over his chest. Their bodies were wracked with shivers and trembling for several minutes before the man finally moved the boy off him and turned around again to bring their faces together for a long and passionate kiss. They looked hard at each other, the man eventually breaking the silence. "Lad, we have to keep this a secret you know." "I know sir," came the reply. "I won't tell anyone." "Thank you." "But will we be able to do it again?" The pleading in the boy's voice made the man want to smile even as it broke his heart. "We can't. Don't get me wrong, I think I'd love to, but it'll be too risky. Let's mark it down to something that happened on a school trip and leave it there." "But sir...!" "No, I mean it. It was incredible, and I'd really love to, but I need to be sensible, and so do you." He silenced the boy's next protest with a finger on his lips. "Now, it's cracking on - you'd better get back to your room. Have a shower when you get there and get yourself back into bed. I'll come up later and see how you are." David was almost distraught at the thought of not having another chance to play with his handsome teacher again, but he heard the determination in the man's voice, and moved to pull his pyjamas back on. Mr Thomas went over to the chair where he had dropped his clothes and did the same. As the boy reached the door of the room, his teacher stopped him and bent down to give him one last lingering kiss. "I guess you're feeling better anyway" he said with a grin. "Yes thank you sir. Thanks for taking care of me" said the boy, as he left the room, leaving his spent and emotionally confused teacher behind. The End. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks again for all the positive comments on parts one and two. I hope you enjoyed how the story of this encounter concluded. I may try to write something more if people would like to see my further efforts. Let me know.