Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 15:33:56 +0000 From: Ben Mc Subject: my science teacher - part 4 And so it was that I visited Father Michael, somehow I knew I had to. I was on a journey and this was the next step for me. I had been given fairly vague directions and it was the other side of the town from where I lived, but I had an excellent memory and I found it easily enough. As I was quite fit it had only taken 20 minutes on my bicycle and having cycled up and down the road I found where he lived. It was a big old building, almost like something out of a Hammer horror movie, very gothic architecture, a tall imposing structure. I pushed my bike down the short drive, crunching on the shingle, to the front porch. I approached the door and pressed the button. After about 10 seconds I thought about ringing again when I heard a dull sound from inside. The door opened slowly and there was Father Michael. He gave me a big smile and very quickly I was ushered inside with my bicycle. "Lovely to see you" he said. Out of politeness I replied nervously "Its good to see you too Father". With my cycle safely stowed in a store room, Father Michael gave me a hearty hug and welcomed me to the rectory which is what he called the big house. He explained that it was where some of the priests would come and stay from time to time. He also said that at that moment there was only him and the caretaker in residence. This was a different Father Michael to the one I was expecting, he seemed much more friendly. "How about a guided tour?" he said. I nodded and he led me around the ground floor which consisted of 3 or 4 large lounges and dining rooms and a kitchen. As we approached the staircase he asked me to go first "Up you go". After a couple of steps I felt his hands around my hips, "Careful now" he said. I thought he might have been staring directly at my bottom, as I was wearing a tight pair of jeans. On the first floor the layout of the house seemed similar but with some bedrooms too and a smaller kitchen. Finally we mounted another staircase which was much steeper. This time I had to hold on tightly to the banister. As we climbed Father Michael was very close behind me, pressing against me making sure I couldn't fall backwards. Onto the landing and I could now see the slope of the roof in some parts of the ceiling, there were more bedrooms and a small bathroom. "Would you like a glass of water Benjamin ? You don't mind if I call you Benjamin ?" he asked. "Yes, thats fine" I replied not minding at all, he took me by the hand and led me into one of the bedrooms. "This can be your room whenever you would like to come and stay". The room was small but had its own single bed, a chair, a bath & sink and a high window. On one side the ceiling was sloping down indicating how high the room was in the building. He poured me a drink with a glass beside the sink. I drank my water greedily as I was thirsty after my ride and I tried to look out of the window on tiptoe, but I was way too short. Father Michael lifted me so I could see the view. Being on the second floor gave an interesting view over some of the town. Finally after a while he lowered me to the floor, but not before holding me close to him. He sat down on the chair and asked me to stand in front of him. I felt slightly uncomfortable as he looked at me and I looked away. "You are such a perfect little package Benjamin, everything about you is beautiful. Now please undress and put all your clothes over there on the bed." I hesitated but then walked over to the bed and slowly took off all my clothes, folding them neatly on the bed. "Now come over here." I stood in front of him while he remained seated. He looked me up and down smiling lecherously and I had to look down in modesty. Then he made me kneel in between his knees. With his hands he caressed through my blonde locks, and he allowed his fingers to stroke my cheeks and under my chin to raise my gaze. "Lovely blue eyes" he said. His thumbs rubbed slowly over my full cherubic lips. "Look at you." I had to look down again. He grabbed my arms and placed my hands on his knees. Then he put his hands on my shoulders. "Benjamin, you know why you are here don't you?" I didn't answer but I nodded. "Good boy" he said. Within a few seconds he stood up, over me, unzipped his fly, unhooked his trousers, and slid his trousers and underpants to the floor, and sat down again. Now I was looking directly at his cock and balls. "Thats it Benjamin have a good look." His cock was semi hard but his balls were quite large. "Go on" he said "hold on to it, it won't bite you know" he said with a laugh. So I put my hand around his cock about half way up. It felt warm in my hand. I noticed straight away that he was cut and didn't have a foreskin like me. I started to rub it up and down. "Thats it" he said. Already I could feel it getting stiffer and in a very short space of time I could see it getting thicker and longer. The purple end was getting larger and more pronounced. Father Michael repositioned himself on the chair, pushing his bottom nearer the front of the seat, so I was now right between his legs. I put my other hand around his cock as well. I knew what he wanted but I also knew I didn't want him to come in my mouth as I knew I would be sick. By now his cock was very stiff, thick and standing upright. My fingers couldn't stretch all the way round his throbbing shaft. I noticed two large blue veins starting from just below the tip. One ran mainly down the underside but the other ran around to the top side and disappeared into his hair. I looked around his cock following the vein and as I looked up at Father Michael he smiled and said "Thats it Benjamin, take your time, have a good close look". I moved closer. The large purple head was now so close to my face that I couldn't quite focus on it, but I could smell it. I looked at Father Michael and immediately he nodded. The smell put me off at first but I knew I was going to have to get used to it. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips lightly against the purple mass. It felt quite soft despite the stiff rigidness of his shaft that I could feel in my hands. I rubbed my lips against him a number of times and could feel his wetness as his excitement grew. I could hear him making quite pleasure noises. Finally I opened my mouth and started to suck the large end, a little bit at a time. The end was soft but beneath this I could feel the firmness of his hard cock trying to push further in. I opened my mouth a little more and I could taste a saltiness. Finally I let my lips pass over the rim of his cock, where the larger soft purple mass ended and the hardness of the shaft began. Slowly but surely I began a rhythmic movement, sucking his cock for him, my lips following the contours of the flared purple rim then down onto the stiff shaft. After a minute or two I came up for some air. As I did so, Father Michael bent forward and from his trouser pocket retrieved some lipstick. "Lean forward Benjamin" he said and I as did so he smeared bright pink lipstick all over lips. He put too much on and I could taste it. "You look beautiful Benjamin". He kissed me full on the lips. "Now back to your task Benjamin". He leaned back and I looked down to see his glistening cock in my hands, the purple end covered with my saliva. I leaned forward and starting sucking again. "I want you to look like you are enjoying yourself" he said. So I went about my task with a little more gusto and started to take more and more of his cock in my mouth. Every now and then as I struggled slightly with my breath I made slurping noises. I could hear him saying "uhhh...yes..." encouraging me to carry on in the same way. He put his hands through my thick hair and then around the back of my head pulling me onto him. That large purple head was now filling the back of my mouth and I was starting to gag. He would not let me pull back and I desperately needed some air. Finally he released my head from his grip and I was able to breath. As I pulled away I took several massive gulps of air. There were several strands of saliva and his precum stretching between the tip of his cock and my mouth. "Clever boy" he said, as he showed me the lipstick marks about three quarters the way down the length of his shaft. It must have been about 4 or 5 inches that he had forced into my mouth. "One day you will be able take it all" he said smiling. "Lets take a little break Benjamin, and have some more water". I was glad to have another drink, my mouth was getting dry. I drank and put the glass down, meanwhile Father Michael was reclining on the bed at one end. He had taken off his trousers. "Come over here. You know I think you are a 'natural' young man. I am very pleased with you." He made me lie down the bed with my head on his lap. He pulled my head against him, so now my ear was resting against cock. After a moment or two I turned to face him and with my hand I guided his cock back into my mouth. I turned my body over so now I was lying on my tummy with my head now bobbing up and down on his stiffening penis. "You really do like that don't you Benjamin." Without breaking from sucking him, I made a noise in agreement. His left hand now started to feel my back and eventually wandered down to my backside. Taking a moment to cup and squeeze each of my plump cheeks in his large hand he said "hmmm perfectly formed". I started to arch my back so that my bottom was sticking up in the air a little more. He continued massaging my buttocks and his fingers slipped between my cheeks seeking my cherry. He leaned forward and I looked up. "No, carry on dear boy, don't stop". He was undressing himself completely, so that now we were both naked on the small bed. He let me carry on for a little while my head now in a good rhythm in his lap. I was both slurping and making small pleasure sounds which he approved of. "Now wait a moment" he said. And disappeared from the room, but he was back before I really had a chance to think about things. In his hands he was carrying a small bottle of Johnsons baby cream. He sat back on the bed again. "Carry on". So I got back to the task. He was quite floppy again but with each pass of my lips across the purple head and down his shaft I could feel his penis stiffening in small but definite pulses. Meanwhile he was massaging my bottom and between my cheeks with the cream. I knew what he intended. After a few minute more minutes, he got me on all fours and turned me round. His thumbs and fingers were firmly squeezing my cheeks and gently he slipped a finger tip into my cherry. He took it out and repeated this a few times. "You are so tight Benjamin, I am going to have to stretch you a little more before you take my cock". He eventually slipped a finger and then his thumb inside me. It did feel tight, my little cherry stretching around his large fingers. Finally I felt him kneel up behind me, his knees nudging my legs wider, his hands firmly around my hips. With one hand he guided the large purple end between my cheeks and then rested against my tight little cherry. He started to probe and push and I arched my back to open myself to him. "Thats it Benjamin, good boy". Very slowly the large bell end pushed in to me. "Aaah" I moaned as I could feel him starting to enter and stretch me. Once Father Michael realised he was a little way in, he gripped my hips very firmly and pushed his large cock slowly but surely into the tight hole. There was no going back. I was in pain but I tried not to show it. Then the head passed inside and now his stiff shaft was in the firm grip of my narrow cherry. The pain seemed to subside a little as the Father stopped pushing for a moment. Then Father Michael started pushing further into me. Without any doubt I was impaled on his cock and there was no escape. Gently he pulled back and pushed in again, repeating this a few times before I could feel his loins bumping and thrusting against my cheeks. He stopped "Now Benjamin I want you to push against me". So while he remained still I started to lean forward pulling away and then pushing myself back against him. "Thats it" he said. He was teaching me to ride his cock. I found a slightly more comfortable position and I started to bump against him. While I was rocking backwards and forwards, he put his hand around under me and played with my cock and balls. I enjoyed that and before too long I had an erection. As he was playing with me I could tell that I was going to come, so I pushed my cheeks right against his loins, his stiff cock fully inside me. I started to moan and this encouraged him to move his hands faster and faster. Finally I came with a loud moan, I had never had an orgasm like that before. Father Michael whispered "Good boy". Without taking his cock out of me Father Michael pushed me down on to the bed so that I was lying in my own cum. He lay on top of me and started fucking me again. I raised my bottom up as best I could to help him. His face was lying right behind mine now and he started to kiss and lick my ears with his tongue as I turned my head. He started to fuck me harder and I could tell from his breathing that he was close to coming. He was also getting quite sweaty which I could feel on my back. But it seemed to take him an age, sometimes I was taking his full weight, other times he was only clamping my arms or shoulders down. Finally he came with a big shudder, pushing himself hard inside me. I could feel his deliciously warm sperm filling my small schoolboy bottom. He lay on top of me for a while, but eventually pulled me back so that bottom was sticking right up. Then he slowly started to pull himself out of me. I turned to try to watch, but all I could see was him intently concentrating. He seemed to enjoy watching his large cock slowly coming out of my small little hole. Finally his cock popped out of me and as he did so he raised my bottom higher so he could have a good look at me. He said "Benjamin, I have given your lovely bum a good servicing. You will probably be a bit sore for a few days." He rolled me onto my back and moved over me, astride me on his knees, his now semi hard cock dangling over my face. He didn't have to say anything. I propped myself onto my elbows and took him in my mouth. "Thats it Benjamin, give it a good clean with your mouth". And as I started sucking him he said "You are enjoying that aren't you ?" I nodded. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with Father Michael putting his hand behind my head so he could push more of his cock into my mouth. Then he took me to the bathroom where we showered together. Father Michael paid special attention to my plump little cheeks, washing them over and over again. In turn he asked me to washed his cock and balls for him. Finally I dressed myself and in the mirror I noticed I still had some lipstick on which I duly wiped off. We went downstairs and at the door Father Michael asked me how much pocket money I usually got, I told him and he promptly counted out double the amount and handed it over. "There's more if you want it. Come back some time next week" he said. I gratefully pocketed the cash and said thank you. As I was taking my bicycle out of the cupboard I noticed an old man at the end of the hallway, he had been watching us quietly all the time. I cycled home quickly, realising that the old man must have been the caretaker. He was very old though, much older than Father Michael. My bottom was sore as Father Michael had predicted.