Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 20:59:18 -0600
From: dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com
Subject: Oh, Mr. Stevens!

This story is total fiction.  Please do not read if it is illegal in your
country.  Please e-mail me with feedback.  Thanks.
dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com


Oh, Mr. Stevens
 by Danny Ocean


Hi, Ted Stevens here.  At the middle school where I teach, I fell into
this habit of making tape recordings of things that eventually end up on
paper: assignment schedules, progress reports, etc. and then have someone,
usually a student, type them up for me.  It's a small cassette recorder
that I keep in a drawer.  It has a condenser microphone that allows me to
simply sit back in my chair and talk without having to hold a mic up to my
mouth.

I tell you all this to fully explain all the strange details that led to
my torrid middle school romance with a boy.  Am I trying to whitewash
myself by using the word "romance"?  It was an all-out, sweat-drenched,
mind-numbing, ball draining fuck fest.  Our naked bodies were intertwined
every chance we got.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

It was during lunch period.  I was alone in my classroom in the middle of
one of my recording sessions when a hysterical science teacher ran into my
room, screaming that a student who was choking in the cafeteria needed our
help.  I ran out of the room and followed her to the strickened child.

The catastrophe was actually over by the time we got to the lunchroom, so
I took a bathroom break, got some coffee, and walked back to my desk.  I
felt like an idiot when I realized that the tape recorder was still
running.  I rewound the tape and played it back.  I chuckled when I heard
the section with the hysterical teacher.  I let the silence play on while
my mind drifted.

Suddenly, I heard the voices of two boys who apparently came into the
classroom while I was gone.  I recognized them as Brandon and Tyler.  Both
were in my fifth period English class.  This is what I heard.

Tyler: "So, what's this thing you wanted to show me?"

Brandon: "It's over here, out the window."

Tyler: "So, what am I supposed to be looking at?"

Brandon: "See that window?  It looks into the girls' lavatory."

Tyler: "Is THAT all?  It's not even opened."

Brandon: "Well, sometimes it is."

Tyler: "Thanks so much for wasting my time.  I had to wolf down my lunch
for this?"

Brandon: "Aren't you even interested?"

Tyler: "No."

Brandon: "Oh, that's right.  I forgot.  You have that big crush on
Mr. Stevens, the English teacher."

I lurched out of my chair and turned off the tape.  I sat there, shaking.
I couldn't control my nerves.  I made myself take deep breaths to calm
myself down.  I walked over to the door and closed it.  This is remarkable.
Could it really be true that the cutest boy in my class has a crush on me?
Oh, they must be kidding!  Maybe they knew the tape recorder was running
and they're just pulling my leg.  Returning to my desk, I push play again.

Tyler: "Oh, you think you know everything."

Brandon: "Yeah, well, I saw that page from your notebook fall on the
floor."

Tyler: "What page?"

Brandon: "The one where you drew a big heart with your name and Mr.
Stevens's name in the middle of it."

Tyler: "Oh, Brandon.  Please don't tell anyone about it."

Brandon: "Oh, don't worry.  I wouldn't tell anyone about it...except maybe
Mr.  Stevens."

Tyler: "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, please don't."

Brandon: "OK, I won't tell....only on one condition."

Tyler: "What's that"

Brandon: "You have to tell me what you would like to do to him."

Tyler: "What do you mean?"

Brandon: "I mean if you had him in your bed, what would you do to him?"

Tyler: "OK, I'll tell you, but after school.  I want to hit the vending
machines before the next class."

I heard them walk out of the room, then silence.  Before my mind had time
to process all this delicious information, the students for my next class
began to walk in.  After a few minutes, they were all in their seats,
including Tyler and Brandon.  When they were all quiet, I'll admit, I had
some trouble beginning the lesson.  My brain was still clogged up with
thoughts of Tyler.  Lovely Tyler who, like everyone else, sat staring at
me.

I got through the class, but was extremely nervous.  When the bell rang to
dismiss the class I got up enough nerve to speak to Tyler.

"Oh, Tyler.  I'd like to see you before you go home today.  All right?"

"Sure, Mr. Steven," he said grinning.  "I'll come by after my last class."

"Thank you."

He was the last one out the door.  And he turned and smiled at me again
before disappearing.

After the last of my homeroom students were gone, I ran to the boys
lavatory, splashed water on my face and combed my hair.  I looked at myself
in the mirror and thought, you're an idiot.

I ran back to my classroom just as Tyler was walking in.

"Hi, Mr. Stevens.  What did you want me for?"

"Please sit down, Tyler," I said sitting down.  He started to go to his
assigned seat.  "No, sit up front."

He sat at the desk closest to me.  So beautiful and delicate like a girl.
Dirty blonde hair.  Perfect skin.  Unusually thick lips.  He wore t-shirt,
shorts and sneakers.

I got up and closed the door and when I came back I noticed that he pulled
his t-shirt down a bit to expose one of his sweet shoulders.  I gulped.

I sat back down and said, "Tyler, I don't know if you know this, but I'm a
bachelor.  I live alone in my house and sometimes I'm too busy to devote
time to....keeping my house clean and tidy.  Do you understand?"

"Sure."

"Rather than hiring a professional cleaning service, I thought about using
one of my students who may need a little extra pocket money to do it for
me.  Do you understand?"

"Sure.  You want to use me," he said beaming.

"Uhhhh....to clean my house.  I'd pay you, of course."

"When can I start?"

"Uhhhh...how about Saturday morning, around 9:00?"

"I'll be there.  Will it just be the two of us?"

"Of course."

"OK, then," he said getting up and walking to the door.  "See you then,"
he said smiling.

During the few days prior to Saturday, I refrained from masturbating on
the off chance that we really could end up in a sexual situation.

I was nervously pacing the floor when the doorbell rang.  Tyler came in,
cute as ever, wearing the same clothes he wears at school.  He was also
carrying a large paper bag.

"Good to see you, Tyler.  What do you have in the bag?" I asked.

"Those are my work clothes.  Can I change in your bathroom?"

"Of course."

He sashayed his sweet little ass into the bathroom.  And, as usual, he
gave me that sweet smile before closing the door.

I sat at my office desk, pretending to grade papers when the bathroom door
opened.

"Where would you like me to start, monsieur?"

I turned around and saw Tyler standing there holding a feather duster.
And did I mention that he had changed into a French maid's costume?  I had
a vague recollection of that before I fainted.

I woke to someone touching my groin.  I looked down and saw that my cock
was out and being explored by a small pair of hands.  Shifting my gaze
upward slightly I saw smiling Tyler.

"Is monsieur feeling better?  Should Fifi continue?" he said laughing.

"Fifi is going to get a big wet surprise if she keeps doing that," I said
laughing.  "Here.  Help me get to my feet and we can continue this in the
bedroom, you hot little bitch."

Tyler was chuckling so much, he had trouble hoisting me up.  We finally
made it to the bedroom.  I shucked all my clothes off in record time while
Fifi performed a few sweet little ballerina dances all the while flicking
her feather duster.  I couldn't think of a more erotic dance than the one I
was watching.  I lay down on my bed and began masturbating.

Fifi feigned surprised and shock at what I was doing.  "Oh, monsieur!
That is Fifi's job!"  Tyler threw the duster on the floor and leaped onto
my naked body, giggling all the way.  "Fifi will clean monsieur's cock head
like so," he said.  He swirled his little tongue around my dickhead which
caused me to roar like a hungry lion.  He then shoved my entire cock in his
mouth and sucked me while looking into my eyes.  If that weren't enough, he
was rolling my balls around with his fingers.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty?" I asked between gasps.

"Oh, monsieur, Fifi is shocked by such dirty language," he said before
sucking again.

"I thought so, you slutty little faggot.  Keep sucking my cock.  Oh yeah,
suck it harder.  If only I'd known how you felt about me we could have been
doing this months before."  Then I just started moaning constantly.  I
could feel I was going to come soon.

"Does monsieur want to come in Fifi's mouth or Fifi's pussy?" he said
slurping my cock.

"Oh yeah, baby.  Throw that pussy down and ride my cock like a good little
French maid."

Tyler crawled up my body, positioned himself over my throbbing dick and
lowered himself.  My cock slid up his ass so fast that I knew he had
lubricated himself beforehand.  What a thoughtful lad!

He slammed himself down and threw his head back.  "Oh, Mr. Stevens.  Your
cock feels so good in my tight little hole.  I just have to jerk off while
you fuck me."

And jerk he did.  THE most erotic sight I ever saw.  This pretty little
slut boy dressed as a french maid riding my cock like it was his last day
on earth.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens!" screamed Tyler as he slammed himself up and down on my
cock.  His hand was a blur on his own cock.  "You're gonna make me cum!!!
Ohhhhh!  Can you feel my hole squeezing your cock?  Oh, yeah.  I want you
to destroy my hole.  I need to get more of you inside me.  More and more.
Ohhhhh!  Mr. Steven's, I'm cumming!!!!"

I saw his sweet little cock shooting out its come which threw me over the
edge.  I grabbed his hips with both hands as the burning jism burst out of
my cock into his tight rectum.  I was yelling loud enough for every
neighbor on the street to hear.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens, I can feel you cumming inside me.  I can feel your cock
throbbing in my hole!!!  Oh, I love it.  Don't ever stop cumming!!!!!"

When the spasms subsided and I was able to catch my breath, I looked at
Tyler who was idyly licking his own cum off his fingers.

"Do you want me to get down, Mr. Stevens or are you planning on getting
hard again?" he said lazily.

"I need a break.  I can't come as often as you young boys."

"OK, I'll get off," he said leaning over for a kiss.  The kiss was gentler
than any woman's.  His sweet little tongue pried my mouth open and began
exploring.  I was groaning as the spark plug in my balls started firing.

He finally got off the bed, letting my cock slip from his asshole.

I swung my legs to the floor and just sat there running my hands through
my hair.  Tyler walked over to my easy chair and flopped.  He sat there
exhausted with his legs spread.  His body gleamed with a post-orgasmic
glow.

"How much did that maid's costume cost?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Because I want to rip it off your body and fuck you savagely."

He raised an eyebrow.  "That sounds like fun, but it's my sister's
Halloween costume from last year and I don't know the price."

"I'll buy her ten of them."

"By the way, Mr. Stevens.  Do you still want me to clean your house?"

I looked at Tyler with a blank stare.  Suddenly, we both burst out
laughing.  I was laughing so hard my sides hurt and I had to lay back down.
He was shrieking with laughter, stomping around the room with cum running
down his legs.

Still giggling, I stood up and tenderly embraced him.

He purred and said, "I'll come to your house anytime you want,
Mr. Stevens.  I love having sex with you."

I held him tighter.  "We'll take it slow and careful."

Be sure and join us for our next exciting adventure.