Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 21:13:46 +0000 From: Timothy Stillman Subject: My Puppet My Puppet By Timothy Stillman It was the end of term and I was alone with him in the classroom end of day. He touched my hand. I pulled it back. We were a tableau. I said, "What if it's the only time?" He threw his puzzled glazes at me. "What if you never have another chance like this? What if somebody was not you and they could do it? Wouldn't that drive you mad?" He turned and walked to the oblong window at the side of the room. The first window of three. I walked to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He was shorter than me. He was thinner. He was so scared. More so than I was. "What if it's a trick?" he asked, not turning round. "Better yet, what if it's not?" I asked. I reached round him and touched the basket of his jeans. He pushed my hand away. "Not here," he said, his golden blonde hair more golden in the sunlight. "I want to fuck you." "No." "Then I want you to fuck me." He turned to me. "You're really cute with the words. You think I don't know a thing." "I know I just touched a hard-on." He walked to the shadowy corner of the back of the room where there were no windows. He told me, "Lock the door." I obeyed him. He said, "Come here." We touched and he felt my nipples with his fingers. I reached round to his butt and found it wonderfully rounded. "I don't want to do this." I leaned my head over and kissed his left ear. He held to me like I was the edge of the world. "I want you." "Come on. You don't want me." "I want to be naked with you." "You want to be naked with anybody. Everybody." "Why, whatever do you mean?" I said very flirtatiously. "You have laid so many people--I hear talk." "I don't love you," I told him. "I don't want to be misunderstood." "I know. I don't trust you for a second. I don't want to be misunderstood." I pushed him gently against the warm brick wall and I touched his jeans zipper and unzipped slowly, kissing him now, sticking my tongue into his so unprepared mouth. I found him freeballing, and smiled at him as I pulled out his cut dick. He shuddered at my touch and my tongue and he put his hands to my shoulders. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. God. No." I bent to my knees and I knelt in front of his hard on. I took it in both hands and rubbed it and watched it shiver. I pulled at it and hefted his not inconsiderable balls. I looked up at him. He was head back and sighing. And scared, still. "You can't go back after this," I told him. He didn't hear me. So I said it again, louder, over the blood that I knew was pulsing in his ears. He then nodded swiftly. "Nothing after this will be the way it used to. You never knew you had this in you probably. Now, you know. You will not hold it against me? I will not have destroyed your life?" He said, "Oh suck me...pleez...." So I did. And when he came in my mouth, I swallowed thick cum. Then, he did me. And swallowed the cum as best he could. Later on, the elementary school building empty for a long time, even fifteen minutes before we had started talking about this. I sat at the desk. He sat in a student chair. We made plans to be together that weekend. Would it be okay? He asked. Would I mind? He asked? Was it okay? Really? Are you sure? Are you really sure? Really? I said finally, reeling him in, he was my puppet for as long as I wanted, which was hardly something new to me, "yes, of course." And he asked the question they always ask. Like I can time it by the clock. Or the cock. The question of course being: "Will you tell anyone?" And I said, "No, Mr. Collins, never. Not a soul." I was true to my word.