Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 12:38:15 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: Marlons Monday Part One Marlon's Monday Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009 (The usual disclaimers apply, this is just a figment of the imagination not true to life so keep it real) (Again thanks to all who have written it does help to know that the stories are being read and appreciated and thanks so much for the ideas) A somewhat dishevelled Marlon, thankful that he had escaped detention by being on time for registration, picked up his schoolbag and slowly joined the line of boys exiting the classroom, in the corridor he could hear the steady buzz of the thronging boys as they made their way to the hall for morning assembly, their usual chatter was always muted at this time. He slipped into the crowd and watching nervously from left to right he walked with the flow, once he had passed the corridor leading to the infirmary and other school social services he breathed a small sigh of relief and walked on with less nervousness in his posture. He was just passing the headmaster's office almost within reach of the hall when the door to the headmaster's door opened and a figure appeared. "Thank you headmaster, I'll have the figures ready by the end of the week, I'd better hurry my next appointment will be waiting," the familiar voice made Marlon freeze and the figure almost bumped into him, "Oh its you Marlon," the figure said, "well that's timely you can help carry these papers for me," the figure handed Marlon a bundle of loose papers and folders. "Er, yes, Mr Dickme," Marlon stuttered. Mr Dickme looked at him, "You hadn't forgotten our appointment this morning, had you only you seem to be walking in the wrong direction. Well no matter now, you can just come along with me," and he put an arm around Marlon's shoulder and with resigned reluctance Marlon walked back the way he had come. They quickly made their way back to the corridor Marlon had been anxious to avoid and Mr Dickme turned down the passage with Marlon in tow. He stopped outside Consultation Room One opened the door and stepped to let Marlon enter first. "That's it Marlon, put the paper's on the desk, you can put your bag on the floor," said Mr Dickme as he put the 'Consultation in progress - Do Not Enter' sign up on the door and he closed the door locking it for extra security. Marlon did as he was told and stood in the middle of the narrow room, this consulting room was much the same as the others, it consisted of a narrow room, with the small desk on one side, a couple of chairs standing next to the desk and on the other was a comfortable looking sofa with a pair of comfortable chairs opposite the sofa. A window with opaque drawn blinds allowed light in but no distracting view, it was a quiet comfortable room designed to put people at ease. Mr Dickme came up to Marlon and placed his hands on the boys shoulders and kissed him gently on the lips. "How are you feeling today?" he asked tenderly and began slipping Marlon's blazer of the boys shoulders, "did you have a good weekend." "It was okay I suppose," Marlon replied in a small voice offering no resistance as Mr Dickme now began to undo his tie. Deftly the man quickly undressed the boy and stood back admiring the fourteen year old youth. The boy had grown in the last three months and he appreciated the changes taking place in the boys body. Marlon was still a bit thin and somewhat on the scrawny side, he 'definitely needed to work on his physique' he thought, 'I'll speak to Mr Prongaboy, Head of Sports about an exercise programme. He put his hand out and caressed the boy's cock and balls, Marlon's cock immediately beginning to rise. "No problems with the old todger then?" he asked gently easing back the foreskin of the thickening cock to look at the glans." "No sir," replied Marlon nodding his head, thinking 'how come this ole guy can get me hard so quickly, it was always the same. Didn't matter what he did or thought once Mr Dickme had his hands on my cock up it goes' and he threatened his betraying cock mentally with all sorts of torture. "And I see you are washing regularly, good that's a vast improvement." smiled Mr Dickme as he also speedily undressed. Marlon watched as the teacher undressed, despite his forty-something age Mr Dickme kept his body in trim and Marlon found his nerves and his cock responding the closer Mr Dickme got to exposing his own weapon. Mr Dickme dropped his boxers stepped out of them bending slightly to remove his socks and finally stood naked in front of his pupil. Marlon watched the thick eight inch piece of man meat slowly growing in front of him and felt his own pulse betray him and begin to race. Mr Dickme stepped close to Marlon and again kissed him, this time hard, rubbing his lips against the boy and at the same time rubbing his throbbing cock up against the boys cock, leaving a slither of pre-cum on the boys soft stomach. Marlon felt the pressure and opened his mouth to accept the large tongue that flicked in and out of his mouth, exciting his nerve ends as it licked the back of his teeth. Under pressure Marlon moved backwards and with their arms wrapped round each other they slowly slipped downwards until they were arranged on the sofa. Marlon lay back on the sofa and allowed Mr Dickme access to his body. He had been twelve when he came to Mr Dickme's attention after being caught touching another boys cock in the shower after a physical exercise lesson, Mr Dickme had interviewed him and after hearing of his experiences had suggested a special kind of therapy for him, a sexual therapy. It had taken Marlon three months to realise it was just an excuse to fuck him. 'Okay, okay' he told himself, 'Mr Dickme was actually quite a good fuck' and at first he had enjoyed the first two a week rising quickly to four a week sessions but now, well despite the fact he always had a good orgasm with the teacher it was now getting a bit boring, a bit samey. Marlon's thoughts now turned to other things as Mr Dickme's expert tongue was now working his boy pussy and the first feelings of pleasure began to course through his teenage body. Mr Dickme now turned on by the boys body writhing under his administrations alternated his licking between the boys joyhole and his cock. Marlon began to groan and purr with pleasure and grunted as the first of the expected fingers slid into his now saliva slicked entrance. Mr Dickme finger fucked the boy adding a finger and then another, once Marlon was easily accepting three fingers, and these days it only took a minute now instead of the five it used to take, he slathered his pre-cum drooling eight inch with the KY jelly and drove hard into the boy, enjoying the surprised gasp that Marlon uttered. Like Marlon he felt their sessions now lacked something and today he intended doing something about that, he thrust hard into the boy, sliding his hand down the boys back until he held the boys arse cheeks in his palm and he squeezed hard, forcing the boy against him as he drove his cock further up inside Marlon. Marlon grunted torn between pain and pleasure. "Open your legs boy," grunted Mr Dickme. Marlon did as he was told, "Wider, " grunted Mr Dickme, "wider I want you to feel my balls inside that fuck chute of yours, slut." Marlon grunted and spread his legs, enjoying the pain as he did so, he opened his eyes looking at his teacher, 'This was certainly different,' he thought, 'much different and better' he decided to test Mr Dickme. "Don't call me slut," he whimpered whilst agreeing that 'slut' was probably more correct than he wanted to admit. Mr Dickme rose to the occasion, "Slut, boy whore," he grunted and altered his position. Marlon gasped again he could feel Mr Dickme's cock hard up against his prostate not only that he was constantly rubbing again it with a fierce fucking motion. 'This feels awesome' he thought and then the feeling became intense and he grunted and gasped his arms and body flailing as Mr Dickme's rabbit fucking of his prostrate brought him over the edge. "I'm. I'm, uurgggh," he groaned, "I'm c, c, coming," he grunted and his cock throbbed pulsed and ejaculated three hot spurts of boy cum between their bodies. Mr Dickme ignored the remark, it had been his intention to make the boy have a 'cum quickie' anyway, he continued to thrust and rub feeling heat and lust and hardness return to Marlon's teenage tube, he moved again squeezing the boys balls between their bodies feeling the boy twitch in reply to the exquisite pain. Onward he plunged, lengthening his strokes pulling his cock clear of the teenage love tunnel waiting for Marlon to pull him back in, forcing the boy to wait longer and longer before he pleasured him again. "Please, please Mr Dickme," Marlon unable to help himself, his awakened lust now too strong debasing himself in asking to be fucked, actually pleading for the teacher to put his cock back inside him, something he had never asked in the two years Mr Dickme had been fucking him. Mr Dickme held off for as long as he could and time allowed, assembly would soon be over and the boy had classes to go to, then he plunged back in for the last time deep rooting the boy squeezing him hard against him, almost gouging his fingers into the boys now sex tensed arse cheeks. Harder and harder, faster and faster he probed sensing the boys approaching climax as his own rose. Pulses racing, hearts beating cocks throbbing and lungs bursting they rode against each other, Mr Dickme letting Marlon dictate the pace to ensure the boy got off first, then with an extreme shaking and shuddering Marlon grunted and groaned as he climaxed again, this time his usual forceful ejaculation, seven heavy shots of boycum splattered between their bodies and as the last erupted Marlon felt Mr Dickme's cock spit its own manload deep inside him as his teacher orgasmed within seconds of his own, he was certain he could feel the white hot spurts of mancum hit the inside of his love tunnel as it was coated and filled with Mr Dickme's cream. Mr Dickme allowed himself a couple of minutes savouring the last pulses of the boys tunnel around his semi hard dick before exiting, he lay back on the sofa. "Clean me," he ordered. Marlon disciplined to obey found himself cleaning the last traces of mancream plus his own pussy juices of the still thick and impressive mancock,' Mr Dickme had never been so demanding' he told himself liking and enjoying this new frission between them. "That was better," Mr Dickme told him, "It seems we need to take your therapy up a level, you were getting stale, in future you will see me every day but we need to meet at a different time. I shall expect you here every day from now on at eight fifteen, I suggest you arrive in just your games shorts; you can carry your uniform and change into it afterwards, is that clear?" Marlon nodded his mouth still full of Mr Dickme's cock. Eight fifteen was very early, registration took place at nine and it would mean he would have to alter his morning timetable to accommodate Mr Dickme's request, but other appointments could be easily altered especially if after this mornings events the future fuck session s boded well. He took his mouth off the slimy cock. "Anything you say Mr Dickme," he smiled. "And another thing," smiled Mr Dickme, "see me before you leave school tonight as there will be other arrangements which I will reveal then. Clear?" Marlon nodded. A few minutes later flushed after his session with Mr Dickme Marlon now dressed shouldered his schoolbag and left the room for his first class of the morning. He slipped into the stream of boys exiting from assembly and headed for the music department where he joined the rest of his class who were waiting for Mr Knobbler who took them for vocal training or 'singing'. As he stood in line talking to Josh one of his schoolboy fuck buddies he heard his name called and he looked around. "Are there you are Marlon," came the unexpected voice. Marlon looked up, it was Mr Boiflutelicker, the Head of Music. "Marlon," Mr Boiflutelicker, looked at him sternly, "I have a complaint which concerns you, follow me please, Mr Knobbler is aware you will be missing today's lesson," and he walked off in the direction of his office with a confused Marlon in tow. 'What's happened now?' he wondered as he walked behind the teacher. 'my music grades are good, I've no homework outstanding, I'm up to date on the choir music, at the last assessment he said' and then it hit him, 'assessment' had he attended one recently, when was the last one, he could not recall, 'now he possibly knew what the complaint was.' Mr Boiflutelicker opened the door to his office and ushered Marlon inside, "That's it put your bag under the table please," he said closing the blind in his door window and making sure the 'Do No Disturb' sign was in place as he locked the door closed. Marlon stared around the room was a mess it was always a mess with musical instruments, music books and handwritten and printed music sheets piled up willy nilly around the room. He put his bag away and turned to face Mr Boiflutelicker. "If it's about," he began to say but was interrupted. "i am sure by now," said Mr Boiflutelicker, "you have realised that you managed to miss your last assessment which is why I have had to take time out today from my busy schedule to put you back on track." Marlon stared at the floor ashamed he did not want to upset Mr Boiflutelicker of all the subjects he had to take in school music was the one which he most enjoyed. "Come along boy, come along, " Mr Boiflutelicker was snappish, "get undressed I haven't got all day you know." The penny fell for Marlon, 'Oh it was one of those assessments,' he realised and quickly he began to undress, in moments there were two piles of untidy clothes and Marlon again naked this time, faced his music teacher. Mr Boiflutelicker reached out and squeezed Marlon between the legs his fingers finding the damp recess of his boy pussy. "Oh," he smiled, "been a busy boy have you now," he added sniffing the smell of sweat and cum on his finger, "well that will save some time anyway. Up on the table and spread your legs." Marlon swiftly sat back on the table, the only vacant place in the room and obediently spread his legs wide. Mr Boiflutelicker turned to his music centre and the muted sound of Ravel's Bolero began to play, Marlon smiled it was Mr Boiflutelicker's favourite music to fuck to. Marlon leaned back slightly elevating his pussy for easy entry and watched as Mr Boiflutelicker's thick seven inch cock slipped easily inside him. In moments they were moving in synch with the music and Marlon settled back to enjoy the gentle music driven fuck session. "Your very slimy," muttered Mr Boiflutelicker, for a moment he wondered how many cocks had spunked in the boy today and then added, "feels quite nice like fucking a velvet squashy sponge."He was positioned standing between the boys open-spread legs, his hands initially gripped the edge of the table and Marlon's hands around his waist , directing his movement should he miss the boys special spot. As the music played growing louder Marlon enjoyed the sensation as Mr Boiflutelicker caressed and cuddled him, teasing his nipples before nipping them with his teeth, the sharp stings of pleasure pain making him gasp with delight. Mr Boiflutelicker ran his hands all over his body touching and squeezing him increasing his pleasure and in doing so made Mr Boiflutelicker's pleasure greater too. Marlon whimpered as the pleasure mounted, the slow rhythmic pace of Mr Boiflutelicker's cock moving in and out with increased speed and pressure began to affect his nerves, the slow tingling of the anticipated long drawn out orgasm causing him to tremble with expectation. He desperately felt the need to kiss but Mr Boiflutelicker was not a kisser, he used the rest of his body to gratify his wants, but Marlon who enjoyed the close contact of a good kiss or an inserting tongue was missing this to him essential part of the sex act. The music played on and the enjoined couple fuck-danced along. Marlon could now feel the hairs on the back of his head rising as the slow fuck began to reach it's conclusion, all his nerve endings felt intensified as M r Boiflutelicker's cock began the rapid movements inside him that would bring them both to mutual orgasm. Marlon drew in his deep breath as the warmth of the climax began, it's unique rhythmic based instigation affecting his pulse, his heartbeat and his breathing, as the music reached its final crescendo before falling down into silence he grunted and shook as he ejaculated, his boyload spitting into the air, before slithering down back on his still erupting cock. At the same time Mr Boiflutelicker thrust his mancock deep into him unloading his own semen in six hard spurts, both groaning in synch as their musical interlude ended, Mr Boiflutelicker finally falling against he boy with Marlon using his hands to keep the teacher on his feet. Mr Boiflutelicker recovered and regained his balance, "Thank you Marlon, as ever your musical abilities seem to improve, next weeks assessment will be to the Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries and I'm confident great heights will be reached. Now I will also need to see you tomorrow for an oral exam and," he checked his watch, "I see there is just enough time for Mr Knobbler to try out your vocal talents. Please remain here whilst I relieve him." As he had spoken Mr Boiflutelicker had dressed and unlocking the door he closed it behind him. Marlon leaned back on the table, 'an oral exam tomorrow which meant that Boiflutelicker wanted a blowjob and he was now expected to service Mr Knobbler the same way now' he shook his head, 'this was turning out to be one fuck of a Monday.' The door once again opened and Mr Knobbler bustled in, "Are there you are Marlon, good, good, now come on down of the table, not much time before break is there," instructed the vocal teacher. Marlon slid off the table and knelt before Mr Knobbler, quickly he undid the teacher's trousers and slid them and his pink striped boxers down in one go. Mr Knobbler's thin six-inch cock was revealed and Marlon easily deep-throated the pencil thin cock into his throat, 'easy to take it down my throat when it's this thin' he thought. Marlon began to bob back and forth, alternately sucking and licking the sensitive knob head of the teacher. He carefully squeezed Mr Knobbler's heft balls, noting they felt full, 'probably the ole bugger had not unloaded since he sucked him off on Friday after choir rehearsal' Marlon thought as his head moved back and forth and his hands kept busy. Sensing time was running away he slid a finger up inside Mr Knobbler's manhole and at the same time intensified his assault on the man's cock, his tactics worked and he felt Mr Knobbler's knees tremble which was a good sign he was close. Mr Knobbler grunted and shivered and sprayed Marlon's throat with a thick weekend load of man sperm, Marlon swallowed everything quickly and remained on his feet sucking the last dregs out of the man's tubes rising only when the bell for break rang. "Nice throat action," announced Mr Knobbler as he dressed, "good work my boy, we'll make a singer out of you yet. I'll see you tomorrow after Mr Boiflutelicker," he told Marlon as the boy dressed. Marlon quickly dressed after coming twice, 'no three times' he corrected himself since entering school he needed to take a pee and he wanted to get to the Tuck shop before break ended so he could buy a chocolate bar, he wanted more energy, the weekend had been tiring enough for him. As he entered the ground floor toilets he relaxed there was plenty of time to get to the Tuck shop now the toilets were empty and he quickly stood by a urinal and peed. "There you are," came a voice and inwardly Marlon groaned, the one person he wished to avoid had found him. Zipping up he quickly turned around to face the owner of the voice. "You were supposed to meet me this morning in the park, cumdump," the tall youth accused him as Marlon came face to face with Richard 'Bigdick' Hiscock the sixteen year old captain of the first eleven football team. "I'm sorry," began Marlon wondering how he could explain that at the time he was supposed to be sucking off 'Bigdick' in the park, he was actually with his French Teacher Mr Souixeanteneuf, in fact he had been standing in the French teacher's shower being fucked by his teacher whilst his seven year old son was sucking him off. The strange event had happened over the weekend. His teacher had telephoned his mother with an offer she felt she could not refuse, in exchange for extra French lessons his teacher had asked if he could babysit his son who was staying with him whilst his wife was back in France looking after her sick mother, Marlons' mother had agreed to him staying over on the Sunday night to help the 'poor man out' because she knew Marlon's French could do with improvement plus the teacher had offered to drive him to school so he would be on time. So Sunday morning Marlon duly packed had been picked up at his home by his French teacher. Any thoughts about babysitting had gone clean out of the window by the time they had reached the end of his road as Eugene the seven year old had already got his hands around Marlon's cock and was sucking away with great French expertise, not the French lessons either Marlon or his mother were expecting. The entire day and night had involved a long drawn out sex session with at one point Marlon being double fucked by Eugene and 'Papa', Eugene had then amazed Marlon by repaying the compliment by taking both Marlon's and 'Papa's ' cocks in his boypussy as well. Marlon discovered that 'Papa' liked to fuck him whilst he fucked Eugene and vice versa, Eugene nearly made them late for school as he insisted on finishing sucking off Marlon in the back of the car on the way to his school, somehow this had so excited 'Papa' that he had parked up in a secluded place and began fucking Marlon for one last time before Marlon had got his clothes on, thereby causing the rush for registration. "Don't give me any excuses cumdump," Bigdick interrupted, "you'll just have to do it now. Come on the locker room is free." "But I," started Marlon seeing his chance of a chocolate bar disappear. "Come on," insisted Bigdick shoving Marlon towards the door. Marlon followed Bigdick and checked his watch, 'I can suck him off quickly and still make the Tuck shop' he decided, 'there was just enough time.' But when he entered the locker room he groaned inwardly with disappointment, inside the locker room standing waiting were eight of Bigdick's gang, this meant that Bigdick wanted to show he was in charge which meant that Marlon would have to strip naked and suck Bigdick down on his knees in front of all his mates. "Strip off outside cumdump," instructed Bigdick wanting to show off, at sixteen he was proud of his thick eight inch cock and Marlon quite enjoyed sucking on the man sized boymeat, he also preferred sucking it when no one else was around as Bigdick allowed him to do other things like play with his nipples and kiss him. As he stripped outside the locker room Bigdick noticed a couple of younger lads watching from the playground through the glass doors and a further thought came into his mind. "Tell you what," he announced, "I'll strip too and you can do me in the corridor. Hey lads," he called to his mates in the locker room, "cumdump and I are doing it out here instead." Marlon quickly stripped thinking 'this is getting boring I may as well walk around naked today, clothes off one minute on the next' and took up his position on his knees in front of Bigdick, he noticed the other boys standing around him but was unaware that Bigdick had created a greater audience. He settled into his tasking sucking and licking the thick cock, playing with the sperm filled balls and deep throating the entire eight inches before bobbing back and forth. Unbeknownst to Marlon the crow outside had grown and Bigdick saw his chance to really show off. "Let's take this outside cumdump," he said pulling Marlon of his now saliva glittering cock. "Huh," said Marlon engrossed in his happy task, he was looking forward to swallowing a big load of boycum, then he saw the crowd outside. 'Oh no' he thought, 'this could be a problem' he'd got into trouble before sucking Bigdick off in the playground, the Headmaster had not been very happy, 'the neighbours have complained' he told them 'so don't do it again, at least not where you can be overlooked '. Bigdick pulled Marlon to his feet and dragged him with him through the doors, there was a big cheer when they stepped outside and stood naked with Bigdick waving his weapon around. "Quiet," Bigdick called out, "and settle down," the crowd calmed and he pushed Marlon back on his knees, "Make it good," he hissed. "What if someone complains," Marlon reminded him. "Look around cumdump, we're surrounded by school buildings on three sides and the fourth looks out over the playground, no one can see us here, so make it good," snarled Bigdick wanting to look big in front of the younger boys. END OF PART ONE To be continued..... 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