Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2021 14:55:51 +0000
From: TheAleXXX <TheAleXXX@protonmail.com>
Subject: New Boy in School

Intro

Hi. This is my first go at writing a story on here so please let me know
what you think of it especially if you want me to continue writing more
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Legal stuff

This story will contain sex between adults and minors. If that is likely to
offend you or is illegal to read where you are, stop reading now. All
charactors in this story are played by actors over the age of 18. This
story is fictitious and not based in reality. It is not condoning or
encouraging anything like the events of his story and it does not imply any
desire or intent on the part of the author.

Chapter 1

The last two days had felt like a complete whirlwind. Shortly after my
tenth birthday, I was told that I would be leaving the group home, where
I'd spent the last year of my life, and moving into a private foster
arrangement with a family. I'd not even met the people I was going to move
to live with when it was first announced to me and was only given an hour
and a half to pack up everything I had (which was very little) and say my
goodbyes. Don't get me wrong, moving to be with a foster family was
definitely going to be better for me in the long run and may even be a path
towards adoption, but it was a complete shock of it all that knocked me for
six.

My name is Mathew, though most people just call me Mattie, and I've been
bouncing around the foster system for pretty much all of my life. I've just
turned ten, although you'd be forgiven for thinking that I was younger
given my short stature. I'm barely above four foot tall and not even 50
pounds soaking wet: the other boys at the group home always teased me for
that but it was all good natured really. My hair is very blond and around
medium length - it doesn't reach beyond my ears or anything but it's long
enough that I always have to blow or brush my fringe out of my eyes. I'd
say that those are my best feature, by the way: big light-blue eyes which
I'm told sparkle when I smile and the dimples come out. I've been told I'm
cute a lot over the years but I'm not really sure I believe it. After all,
if it were true, wouldn't I have been adopted by now?

The foster family that I've come to live with is only small: just a
forty-five year old woman and her seventeen year old son. In fact, I've not
even met the son yet as his mum thought it would be better for him to spend
the weekend with his father while I get used to things. Rachel - that's her
name - seemed nice enough and had spent the weekend lavishing attention on
me in a way which I wasn't really used to. I tried my best to smile and to
meet her expectations of me but the truth was that I've spent both nights
laid in bed crying because of how much I missed my friends at the group
home. In time, I'm sure I'll be fine - my social worker tells me I will -
but, right now, everything feels completely overwhelming. Which brings me
to today and the most overwhelming part so far: joining my new school.

Abbersforth Academy was one of the best schools in this area of England. At
least, that's what all of the brochures that Rachel had shown me had
claimed and I was in no position to disagree. Either way, it was the place
that my new foster family and my social worker had selected for me: I'd be
joining their year six class when it all reopened in a few days time. I'd
been hoping to enjoy the last part of my break from school but it turns out
that all of the adults in my life had other ideas. Apparently, going in
early so that I could meet the staff and get used to the building and the
grounds was clearly more important then me enjoying the last few days of
freedom that I had left.

My heart was thumping as the car pulled up to the grand metal gates. As she
parked the car, Rachel looked over at me and I could tell that she wanted
to reach out a hand in an attempt to comfort my nerves but she hesitated. I
didn't do anything to encourage or discourage it either. The start of a new
foster situation was always a little uncomfortable and, if I'm honest, I
wasn't really sure how long this one was going to last before I was pulled
out and moved somewhere else so I didn't really want to get too emotionally
invested.

"It'll be alright, you know?" she said to me in a soft voice as she
unbuckled her seatbelt, "It's a great school."

"Yeah..."

"Really, Mathew. You'll be fine, I promise." I know she was really trying
but, again, this was a woman I'd known for a few days and was the twelth in
a long line of foster carers so how much did her promises really mean
anyway?

"Good morning, young man," the headteacher spoke as he opened the door to
the school building. He was a very tall man, towering up above me so far
that he had to bend slightly to offer me a hand to shake. His huge
bear-like paw absolutely enveloped my small hand and I didn't so much shake
as was shook by him. Despite the deepness of his voice, his face seemed
kind and his eyes even lit up when he saw me. A big smile emerged from
within a dark beard and I think I actually started to blush. I've always
been like that when men pay attention to me. I don't know what it is but
when men are nice to me or smile at me I just end up with bright-red cheeks
and trying to hide my face from them.

His office was full of pictures of current and former pupils of the school,
showing off the range of activities that they offer. There was a big sofa
at one end of the room, where he told me to sit, adn then a meeting table
with chairs behind his desk, where he took Rachel to start talking through
things. I found that a bit weird but it all made sense when there was a
knock at the door and it slowly opened.

There, coming into the room, was a man who appeared to be in his late
twenties. He had brown hair, cut short and styled, and deep green
eyes. Like the headteacher, he was very tall, possibly standing at around
6ft3 which was enormous compared to my 4ft nothing! He was wearing a pair
of grey joggers and a white t-shirt with very short sleeves which appeared
to be quite stretched around his arms. I was fascinated with that and
couldn't take my eyes off his thick muscular biceps. He hadn't even looked
at me but I already found myself getting redder and redder. When his eyes
flicked over to mine, I had to drop my gaze and pretend that I'd not been
staring at him.

"Ah, Mr Slater," the headteacher said, standing up, "This is Mathew. He'll
be joining your class this week so I've invited him in. I figured you
wouldn't mind showing him around a bit and talking through what he can
expect. Rachel and I will be a while going through all the paperwork."

"No problem," the young teacher said, "Hi Mathew."

"Hi," I whispered, barely able to look up at him for more than a second.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder as he guided me out the door. It
was like sparks of electricity were firing directly from his fingertips and
through into me. For a moment, my vision even started to shake and I was
actually scared that my tomato-red cheeks would actually explode. "Come
on," he said, his voice soft and comforting like honey, "You're in good
hands with me."

Walking round with Mr Slater, I was so quiet. Even though he asked me lots
of questions, I found that I could only get out a few words in response to
each even though I actually wanted to say more. He asked me about my
favourite movies and, normally, I can talk about Marvel for hours - I
literally have before - but all I could get out was "Marvel are good,"
before I had to look away again. I was glad of him pointing out different
aspects of the school that I could look at as I found it hard to look at
his face without feeling the burning urge to hide my own.

"Yeah, Spiderman's my favourite," I heard him say, "I just think he's
really cool, don't you think?"

"So cool and the costume is amazing too! I wish I was him! I can even do
cartwheels like he can and I've nearly been able to do a flip!" I said,
suddenly bursting out of myself. Our eyes met - my light-blues locked onto
his deep-greens and I saw how he smiled at me.

Before I could look away again, he spoke: "Go on then, do a cartwheel for
me."

Immediately, I was worried about it all going wrong and embarrassing myself
in front of my new teacher but he'd asked me to do something so I was
definitely going to do it: I wanted him to be pleased with me and,
hopefully, impressed. As I tumbled away, cartwheeling in the middle of the
school corridor, he clapped and gave a little cheer. However, when I
decided to do it again and cartwheel back to him, either I'd moved or he
had because as I stood up straight again, I knocked right into him. Whilst
I was off-balance, he wasn't and he ended up catching me to stop me from
falling over. My small and skinny body pressed against his as his large
hands took hold of my shoulders. For a moment, my face pressed against the
top of his stomach and I could feel his abs there beneath the thin material
of the t-shirt.

"Steady there," he laughed as he helped me back upright, "Don't worry -
even Spiderman needs help some times."

I looked down, blushing deeply, though it wasn't because I had fallen into
him or because he'd laughed. No, it was because I knew that, inside my
little Marvel undies, my small boy cock had turned from soft to rock hard
and I didn't know why. It had been doing that a lot recently and at the
most random times so I didn't think it meant anything but it was super
uncomfortable and I really hoped that Mr Slater didn't notice it.

My new teacher had just finished showing me his classroom, and my little
dick had just about gone down, when his phone started to ring.

"Hello," he answered, "Oh... yeah ok. We can do that... bye."

He turned towards me: "So your mum wants us to get you sorted out with some
new uniform ready for when you start."

"Not my mum," I muttered under my breath. It was automatic and I'd not
intended for Mr Slater to hear me but he did.

"Oh ok," he said, "Step-mum then is it?"

"No," I started fiddling with the corner of one of the classroom tables,
"I'm fostered. She's my new carer."

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I shouldn't have said mum then." He seemed quite genuine
in his response.

"It's ok," I half-smiled at him and he reached over and ruffled my
light-blond hair with his big hand causing me to blush deeply once
more. "Right, come on then Mathew. Let's get you in uniform."

"You... you can call me Mattie," I said softly.

He smiled at me, his hand resting on my shoulder as he guided me out of the
room, "Ok Mattie."

We went down a set of stairs into what seemed to be a storage basement. Off
the corridor, there were multiple small rooms, one of which was the uniform
store. There were numerous rails with hangers holding every aspect of the
school uniform you could want: shirts, ties, trousers, jumpers, with each
one sporting the school logo. In the middle of the room was a table with a
couple of chairs around it and, beyond that, was a set of drawers which Mr
Slater moved towards.

"Right," he said to me, "Stand there and don't move. We need to get your
measured up to see which size you need. I know you're ten but I'm not sure
an age 10 to 11 will actually be the best fit for you."

I followed his instructions and waited next to the table. He returned with
a tape measure and got down onto his knees next to me. Even crouched down
like this, it felt like he was still a little bit taller than me.

"Ok, arms up," my new teacher said and I lifted them, expecting him to take
a measure of some part of me: perhaps the length of my arm or round my
chest or something like that. Instead, what he did next surprised me. I
felt his fingers touch the hem of my t-shirt and, in a flash, it was pulled
up and off over my head. I was now topless, my bare chest exposed, in this
room with Mr Slater and I felt the cold air immediately start to harden my
little nipples.

"Wow, someone's sporty, aren't you?" the young teacher said. As he did, he
placed his fingers on my little tummy. "You've already got little abs
here," he spoke quieter now as his fingertips traced the outline of my
skinny boy abs and his warm, soft touch against my skin caused me to start
giggling. He looked up at me and smiled, "Oh, you like when I do that,
don't you?" I just blushed and I guess my lack of an answer urged him to
press for one. This time, both of his hands made contact with me and he
started to tickle my little tummy, my soft pale skin vulnerable to his
touch. I started laughing more and more, getting louder by the second.

"Sto... stop... please..." I laughed, certain that his tickling was going
to make me wet myself. Panting for breath, I ended up off-balance once
again. One of his hands spread across my back and the other across my abs,
holding me in place as he steadied me on my own feet again. It wasn't until
he let go that I realised how extensive his reach had been. The little
finger of his right hand had gone all the way down to my crotch and I was
pretty sure it had touched my little dick which was once again as hard as
steel inside my undies.

"You've got a very cute laugh," he said to me, smiling.

I blushed, "Thank you, Mr Slater. And... I... I did like it."

"I know you did," he ruffled my hair yet again, "But we need to get you all
measured up now, Mattie."

From the table, he lifted up a tape measure and, moving his hands behind
me, he wrapped the cold material around my waist.

"Oh wow, tiny little waist. It's only 22 inches. I bet I could get my hands
all the way around you."

"Er... you want to try?" I asked, a small voice but at least I managed to
look at him this time.

My new teacher kept his eyes directly on me as he placed his thumbs
together on my little outie belly button. He smiled and I returned it as he
moved his hands around the smallest part of my waist. I could feel the heat
of his skin against my own and I had to right the urge to react. What I had
no control over, however, was my little ten-year-old dick which was now
screaming out for attention only a small distance away from Mr Slater's
hands. He was almost right: his middle fingers on my back didn't quite meet
but it wasn't far off. By the time he had finished, our faces were close
together... very close together. So close, in fact, that he had no time
whatsoever to react when I leaned forward and put my lips against his.

My first contact was only brief: barely a second of my soft lips touching
against his. But, as I moved back, he moved forward. I felt his left hand
slide up my back and take hold of the back of my head. He held me in place
to stop me backing away and pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea
what to do but just mirrored what my teacher was doing to me so when his
lips opened, so did mine. When he pushed his tongue forward, I did the
same. Before long, I could feel his big tongue inside my little mouth
flicking against and playing with my own.

"Mmm..." he groaned out as our kiss broke, "You're such a tasty little boy,
Mattie."

"I am?" I asked, looking down at my feet.

"Oh yes," Mr Slater said to me and I noticed him move something at the
front of his joggers, "So fucking tasty."

I gasped when I heard him swear: I'd never heard a teacher use a word like
that before.

He laughed: "It's ok, Mattie. It's just that beautiful boys like you make
me want to say naughty words and do naughty things. But all those naughty
things need to be our secret, understand?"

"Yes Mr Slater," I said, wanting him to keep being naughty with me if it
all felt as good as the kiss had.

"Good boy," he said, "Time to taste some more of you then."

With that, he put his hands under my arms and lifted me up with barely any
effort at all. He sat me down on the edge of the table and then pushed me
back so that my back was against the cold wood. Instead of kissing my lips
again, Mr Slater planted a series of kisses against my chest, moving down
from my neck all the way to my little tummy. Then, with his fingers hooked
into my waistband, he pulled down my shorts and little Marvel briefs in one
go. My little preteen dick was standing up at attention and that didn't go
unnoticed.

"Yeah, I knew you were one of those boys, Mattie," he said to me, "Good
boys that love men like that touching them, kissing them, playing with
them. Look how hard your little dickie is! I bet that's the tastiest part
so far."

Without another word, Mr Slater took my rock-hard cock into his mouth,
wrapping his lips around the base as tightly as he could and he started to
suck. The feeling was incredible and, immediately, I felt my eyes roll back
in my head and I started to moan out, especially when he pushed his tongue
up against my sensitive dick. After only a few moments, my pleasure turned
to disappointment as he pulled off of me. He must have seen it in my face
but told me that he needed to taste other parts of me too.

With little kisses, he moved up my legs until he reached where he'd pulled
my pants down to. Lifting off my shoes and letting them drop to the floor,
he pulled off the last bit of my clothing, including the white socks I'd
been wearing.

"Fuck..." he groaned, "Such sexy little boy feet! Fuck yes!"

He almost growled as he pressed my smooth young soles into his face and I
felt him breath in as deeply as he could.

"So good, I knew they would be. Mattie, you're such a good fucking boy
letting me do this to you."

His lips opened and his tongue dragged over my small size 1 soles from heel
to toe. My new teacher widened his lips so that he could take all of the
toes of my left foot into his mouth at once and he started to suck on
them. I could feel the saliva around my small toes and his tongue snaking
inbetween them.

Mr Slater's right hand started to pulled down his joggers and I think I
gasped quite loudly when I saw his cock released from its prison. It looked
absolutely huge! Big, thick and uncut with a huge head that already looked
to be wet. I heard him start to pant and moan around my toes as he moved
his hand along the length of his massive shaft. For the first few seconds,
he did it himself but then I felt him grab hold of my right foot and
suddenly, he was pushing his huge man cock up against it, rubbing it
against the softness of my ten-year-old sole.

"So fucking good!" he cried out once he'd removed my toes from his
mouth. With one hand, he pulled my feet together, forcing me to press them
sole against sole and then I felt him slide his thick teacher cock
inbetween them. "YES! FUCK YES!" he almost shouted, "Fucking the best boy
feet I've ever fucking seen! You love this, don't you Mattie? You're a good
little boy, aren't you?"

He was so excited and my own little dick was so hard that I would have
agreed to anything: "Yes I'm a good little boy."

"My good little boy!" he growled as his free hand moved up my body, teasing
my hard dick before coming all the way up to my face. He placed his thumb
against my lips and gently pressed against them. Unsure, I looked up at him
from my position and he nodded. My mouth opened and his thumb slipped
inside. "Suck on it, Mattie," he said to me, "Suck on my thumb as I fuck
your little boy feet."

I lay there, under my new teacher, sucking on his thumb as his thick shaft
pushed through my soles again and again. I could feel them getting wetter
and wetter with each thrust from Mr Slater. Never in my wildest dreams
would I have imagined that this was going to happen today but, now that it
was, I was really quite happy. Mr Slater liked me. He liked me so much that
he wanted me to be a good little boy for him. He wanted to do all these
naughty things with me.

"I'm close, Mattie. You ready, my good little boy?" his breathing was
shallow, almost panting.

I had no idea what he was talking about but if my new teacher wanted me to
be ready then I'd be ready: "Yes Mr Slater."

"Yeah you want it. You want my load. My thick fucking load all over
you. What a nasty, dirty, good little boy you're going to be
Mattie. Fuck... here it comes... oh FUCK!"

He started to moan so loudly and I gasped as a rush of liquid squirted up
from his cock all the way up to my face. It hit me right on my cheek but
his dick wasn't done: more and more came flooding out all over me: my
chest, my skinny abs, my soft size 1 feet and even my own little dick.

Mr Slater was stood above me, looking down. "Oh wow..." he panted, "Just
wow. I'm so glad you're joining my class, Mattie. Right, let's get you
cleaned up and back to your foster carer. Remember, it's only our naughty
secret, ok?"

"Ok, Mr Slater."

"That's my good boy."

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