ONE DAY

                                                                           Part Two

 

Mum sent me a text while Mr Kevil was driving me home that she was gonna do some shopping and wouldn't be back till seven, and I thought, `bugger, why didn't she send that earlier' cos Mr Kevil would have had time to do me again. Yeah, he got two mouthfuls out of me, but I could still have let him have a third, no problems!

Anyway, as Mum was gonna be late, I goes up to me room and strips off and gets on me bed and has another wank before doing anything else. I wipes me spunk up on a pair of clean pants so there's some dirty ones to put in the wash.

I'd said to meself before I shot, that this time I'd catch it in me hand and lick it off, find out what spunk tasted like, but like the other times I said to meself I were gonna do that, by the time I'd finished spunking I didn't want to taste it any more.

Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to taste spunk, I deffo wanted to have Reece Maggs spunk in me mouth, just cos that would be so dirty and bent, like what it was when I shot in Mr Kevil's mouth, and it couldn't taste bad cos he swallowed it all both times.

I spose it were just that, when I'd shot me load, sex were over for a bit, till me balls filled up again, so if I were gonna taste spunk it'd have to be when I were sucking a cock, an' I weren't sure if I were ready to suck Mr Kevil off yet.

I still got three quarters of an hour before Mum'll get home, so I stays naked an' goes to the kitchen to get meself a drink, an' I sits I the armchair and goes over in me mind what's just happened to me.

I just had the best afternoon of me life, is what's happened! Mr Kevil had me cock, twice, an' he said he loved my cock. I got naked for him an' all, without him asking me to, just cos I wanted to be naked for him, an' he really liked that, couldn't leave me alone an' it felt fab!

Course, I knew I shouldn't have done any of that, but why the fuck not? I mean, I loved it, an' no messing.

I dunno if I'd have loved it even more if it'd been Reece Maggs, but Mr Kevil could do me as much as he wanted, an' he were gonna get at me on Saturday, an' that were three days away, so I'd have to be careful not to wank too much cos I wanted to have plenty of spunk for him on Saturday.

It was ace, the way he did me, all soft and gentle like he was tying as hard as he could to make sure I got the most out of it, an' I could see why all them boys he has when he's on holiday keeps going back for more. He calls that camper van of his, his `boy adoration vehicle', an' that's just what it is; you can tell he really does adore the boys he does, tries his best to give them what they want.

No way can that be wrong! I mean, I was foul as a lump of dog shit this morning, and now I can't stop smiling, and what's done that? Mr Kevil getting at me cock an' sucking me off, that's what!

An' they says that's wrong? They'd put him prison for doing it? Put him in prison for making a boy happy? Fucking adult world's fucking crazy!

Anyway, I'm gonna see him on Saturday; Mum's at work all day, so I's gonna bike over there and spend the day naked for him. We agreed what we gotta do at school, like; he's gonna treat me just like any other kid, make a fool of me sometimes like he did with that thing about a bone, an' he's not gonna make it seem like I become a teacher's pet or nothing, but he'll sneak me a little wink when he can, just so I knows he still fancies me, and I gotta behave "Just like the little shit I am," is what he said, but I knew he didn't mean that, cos he were playing with me cock when he said it.

He was ace about Reece Maggs an' all; said he'd find out where the kid lived so I could `accidentally' bump into him sometime out of school, an' he said he'd try to give him the once over, see if he thought he might be up for giving, an' I thought that were bloody brilliant of him to do that for me.

Course, what I had to do between now and Saturday was work out what I was up for letting Mr Kevil do to me.

,An' the two obvious things I could think of was kissing and fucking. I reckoned I might be okay with kissing, you know, proper mouth open kissing, but I weren't at all sure about the fucking bit. Obviously I knows that cos I'm a bent boy, I's gonna get fucked one day, I mean, that goes with being bent, don't it, but I just ain't sure I wants cock up me bum just yet.

I mean, I know that's weird, like, cos if I had Reece Maggs in bed I'd be wanting to stick my cock in him and no messing, and it didn't take much working out that Mr Kevil would want to get his cock in me, and I didn't see no reason why he shouldn't, I mean, that's what boys are for, isn't it.

Course, then I thought there was somewhere else he'd probably want to get his cock in, an' I reckoned I'd cope with sucking him alright, cos, let's face it, I thought loads about sucking a cock.

Anyway, that could all be sorted on Saturday, when I were naked for him, an' I wondered if I asked for a weed fag before we got going, that'd make it all a lot easier.

Now I'd given myself a problem: never, ever go for a boy you teach was a golden rule and I'd broken it, and I was going to break it again. One thing enjoying the freely offered delights of boys when I was on holiday in Italy, a different thing altogether getting inside the knickers of a boy in one of my classes. And it made no difference that Jason didn't wear any knickers to get inside, either!

Two choices, really, dump the boy and say, `Thanks, but never again,' or not dump him and have him again, and again. No choice really, because dumping Jason Price was not an option; when a boy gives himself as Jason had, no-one but a bastard could say, `That was nice, now go and play somewhere else,' and I'm not that sort of bastard, I don't go in for destroying boys' self esteem and confidence, I go in for trying to make them understand that they're important.

And my cock wanted to see more of Jason as well, so there really was no argument.

Fortunately there were no signs or indications that Jason had any sort of crush on me; he wasn't `in love' with me, he wasn't even `in lust' with me, he was, if I may coin a phrase, simply `in cock' with me, and that was fine by me, because that's what I was with him.

He's a nice kid, good looking enough without being spectacular, lovely, adolescent body, delightful cock, delicious sperm, and, as he so cheerfully describes himself, `bent as arseholes.'

When I was a thirteen year old schoolboy, my Maths teacher took a fancy to me, and he carefully and skilfully led me through elementary, ordinary and advanced level sex, and, because he'd discovered my main interest was in boys, he even found some for me to have fun with.

Now I was in a similar position to that long ago Maths teacher; I'd started Jason on the elementary level, and on Saturday I was going to try to introduce some ordinary level, whether we'd ever get to advanced level would depend on how Jason felt about being fucked, but that was something I'd soon find out about.

Then there was the matter of providing him with a boy to play with. There are something in the region of five hundred boys at St Dominics, aged from eleven to eighteen, and it's a very fair bet that around half of them are, or have been, familiar with a cock that does not belong to them. Half of that half have almost certainly had no more than an exploratory wank with a mate, and probably the other half of that half are still experimenting on a more or less regular basis, and of that quarter, it's a reasonable bet that around twenty or so know what it's like to have an adult cock inside them, so there were boys enough for Jason to get with,

 Jason didn't want just any available boy though, Jason had a massive crush on Reece Maggs, and the Law of the Sod said that Reece Maggs would be one of the completely untouched, utterly virgin half. But Reece Maggs was the one Jason wanted, and I'd said I'd find out what I could about the boy for him, and so that I had to do.

Finding where the boy lived was no problem. A simple search in the computer of the school records, and the Law of the Sod made its first strike; Reece Maggs lived in Lower Downside, a village in the opposite direction to Marston where Jason lived.

Well, nothing I could do about that, if Jason's cock wanted the boy badly enough then it would find a way of getting from Marston to Lower Downside. I had to do more than find out where the boy lived though, I'd promised Jason I'd give the kid the once over, try to decide if he wore glued on underpants or not, and that required a little bit of cunning on my part.

Fortunately, we had an inspection coming up, the exam syllabus for French was changing, and Year Nine would be the first to sit the new syllabus, so I called a Departmental meeting, told my department that, although, of course, I trusted them implicitly, any come back from the inspection would fall on me, so I felt it would be a good idea if we switched Year Nine classes for a week, so I could see first hand what the other classes' progress was like.

No complaint from the others, they saw straight away that if there was any shit to be shovelled it had to be dumped on me if I'd given the `all clear' after seeing all the groups for myself.

Simple as that, I had three days before Saturday to check out Reece Maggs and see what Jason's chances might be.

The first thing was I saw straight off why Jason was taken with the thirteen year old, he was simply stunning! Hair of pale gold, eyes of twinkling green, slender but solid at the same time; it'd be a miracle if someone hadn't got to him already.

I consulted the form list, appeared to pick a name at random, and said, "Reece Maggs?"

"Here, sir," the pale-haired delight shot up his hand, a happy smile on his boyish, smooth cheeked face.

"I'm going to have a conversation in French with you, Reece," I explained, "I'm going to ask you what your interests are and how you go about spending your time. Anything you don't understand, please ask, and if there are words in French you need but don't know, again, please just ask."

"Yes, sir," the angelic creature chirped.

I found out that in the summer he played cricket for Lower Downside Colts, but the season had finished now.

"Et quel sport fais-tu en hiver?"

"Je fais du cross-country, monsieur, l'homme qui poss�de la grande maison du village dirige une �quipe de garcons. Et j'essaie d'apprendre � jouer au golf monsieur, mais je ne suis pas tr�s bon. Je voudrais aller sur le �� le �.. terrain et mettre, monsieur, mais �."

His French broke down then so he finished in English, "But my dad won't let me go on my own and no other boys want to play, so I don't go there. Sorry, sir, I couldn't think of the French fast enough. Sorry, sir."

"Don't worry, Reece, you did very well. Well done."

"Thank you, sir," he beamed.

If that boy was a year older, or I found him on holiday in Italy, there would be only one place he'd be headed!

I'd got enough problems with one schoolboy to handle, two would be too dangerous to even contemplate; I'd have to arrange next year's French classes so I didn't have Reece Maggs in mine, having to look at him five times a week would be just too much!

"Reece lives in Lower Downside," I told a naked Jason on Saturday morning. It was just after ten and Jason had arrived just before ten and his clothes hadn't stayed on even till the hour chimed.

He was loads more confident this time, he'd biked all the way out to me so he could have his cock seen to and didn't want to waste any time before getting down to business. He kicked off his trainers the moment he was in the van and asked if I wanted him to get his kit off, or did I want to do it for him?

"Not wasting any time," I grinned at him and he just gave me a `don't be stupid' look, took of his clothes, no pants again, and flopped down beside me on the sofa, waiting to be played with and fondled. I didn't disappoint him.

"No probs," Jason shrugged, `I can bike there."

"Something else," I made it sound like bad news, just to tease, "I'm afraid Reece Maggs is definitely not bent."

"Oh," the disappointment clear in his sighed `Oh'.

"I don't think he's your type," I extended his disappointment, then took pity on him, "He's totally gay, I'm afraid."

It took a couple of seconds for that to sink in, and then Jason practically yelled, "You what?"

"Gay as a circus full of clowns," I shrugged, "Lovely body, but just a shade girly."

"How you know he's got a lovely body?" Jason demanded, "You haven't ����."

"No I haven't. I got X-ray eyes, remember."

Jason giggled and punched me on the arm, "What's his cock like, then?"

"Sorry, can't tell you, but I can tell you it's an available cock, and, unless he hides things very, very well, it's an untouched cock. Though with his looks, I can't understand why."

That information had got Jason hard, so Jason had to be sucked, not all the way, loads of time for that today, but enough to let him enjoy being sucked and take his mind off Reece Maggs for a bit.

I was still dressed, shirt and shorts, nothing more, and my erection was pretty obvious, and obviously, Jason noticed it. He bit his lip, and I could hear the cogs of his mind turning.

"Been doing some thinking," he said.

That were the hard bit, getting started on what I wanted to say, but when I saw Mr Kevil had got a bone, it was sorta easier, like.

"Knows you likes doing me, an' I really like you doing me, but, like, I knows you wanna do more than just wank me an' suck me, an' like I wants to talk about stuff before we does anything proper, like, an' can I have one of them weed fags first, cos I reckon that'd make it easier."

He were well nice about it, said course we could, gives me cock a squeeze an' rolls one an' lights it, an' I coughs and splutters cos I ain't never had weed before an' it well got to me throat.

"Like, well," I says after a few puffs what had made me feel a bit light in the head and really relaxed and saying stuff seemed much easier, "I knows you must want to fuck me, cos you likes fucking boys, an' I'm a boy, so you's bound to want to fuck me, an' I sorta wants to get fucked, but I don't want it at the same time."

I dunno if it made any sense to Mr Kevil, but it made perfect sense to me.

"An' like, I spect you wants to kiss me an' all, cos like, I thinks of snogging Reece Maggs's face off when I'm wanking about him, so I spose you must wanna do that to me an' all, an' I don't see why you shouldn't, but I dunno if I'd be any good at it cos I ain't never kissed no-one yet. An' you're gonna want me to wank and suck you an' all, an' you'll probly wanna spunk in me mouth, an' I'm scared I won't like it an' have to spit it out an' that'd ruin it for you. I mean, I know I'll be okay sucking you, it's the spunk I ain't sure about. Like I tries loads to eat me own, but after I've spunked I don't want to anymore, so I ain't ever done that either."

He gives me a big cuddle when I've stopped and asks, well nice like, if I thinks I would be okay going to bed with him, him naked as well as me, an' I nods and says, "Yeah, deffo, wanna do that."

So when the weed fag's finished, that's what we does, an' I treats meself to a real eyeful of him when he gets his shorts off, an' I can't help thinking, `no way am I ever gonna be able to have that up me bum' cos he's well bigger than me; longer and fatter, an' I's not even sure I's gonna be able to get it in me mouth.

Course, I has a fit of the giggles then, don't I,  cos I gets this sorta cartoon picture in me head of him trying to stick that cock in me an' splitting me clean in half. Like it were real Tom and Jerry stuff, no blood or nothing, just me splitting down the middle and him having to try to tape me back together.

He has to know what I's giggling about, so I tells him and he has a grin an all, an' then, all sudden like, he's pulled me into him and we's pressed together all the way down, an' our cocks is pushed against each other's stomachs and his hand's behind me, grabbing me bum and squeezing it, an' it feels fucking magic.

He mutters to me that he's gonna try a few things an' if I don't like them, I just tells him to stop, an' I mumbles, "Yeah," an' our faces are together an' all, an' I knows he's gonna kiss me.

He sorta nibbles me bottom lip, not with his teeth like, but with his lips, an' me mouth just sorta opens an' his tongue's inside it, an' my tongue's in his mouth an' all, an' our tongues is twisting round each other, an' someone lets a bomb off inside me an' I goes wild an' I'm trying to snog his face off.

Me cock's rock hard now, an' so's his, an' he's squeezing me bum, an' me hands is going down his back, trying to get him even closer to me. I get's a leg over his, an' he pushed his knee between me legs and I clamps down tight so he can't move his leg cos it feels fucking amazing, an' I'm humping me cock into his stomach an' he's still snogging me, an' I has this thought that if this is what being bent is like, then I wants to be double bent or even more.

Then, when he's had enough of me face, he gives me a few well soft little kisses on me neck, an' they weren't sex kisses like the snogging was, they was sorta, `I like you' kisses, an' they made me feel all good inside.

Course, he don't leave off the sex stuff for long, does he, an' I don't blame him for that, he's got a naked boy in his bed what's up for giving everything, so why shouldn't he help himself.

He goes from me neck to me shoulder, and they're different sorta `I like you' kisses, cos he sucks at me shoulder like what he's trying to get a real taste of me, then he lifts me arm up an' sticks his face in me armpit an' laps an' slurps away in there like crazy!

Well, I never thought no-one would wanna lick anyone's armpit cos it'd be bound to be a bit smelly an' sweaty like. I mean, I'd had a bloody good shower and washed everywhere, an' I does mean everywhere, before I left for his, but I'd been on me bike for well over half an hour, so like I weren't as fresh there as I was when I left home, but he were slurping away, no messing. I dunno what he were getting out of it, but I were loving it! I'd never have dreamed having a bloke go for me armpit like a cat with a bowl of cream could be sexy, but bugger me was it good!

When he's just about licked the skin off under there, he goes down a bit and starts on me tits, and this time it's a fucking nuclear missile what goes off in me! Like I've given me tits the odd squeeze when I wanks from time to time, but I ain't got nothing out of it, but him having his lips round me tit an' his tongue flicking over and over me nipple drove me bleeding crazy! Like it sent shock waves right through me, right down to me toes an' I thought me balls were gonna burst!

I dunno what sorta noises I were making, but I knows I weren't being quiet, an' I were wriggling about an' twisting this way and that while he worked on me tit, an' I were a fucking panting wreck when he finished.

Well, finished with me tit, anyway, cos he sure hadn't finished with me. Down he went an' pushed me legs apart, so I spreads them as wide as I can, an' he does his licking and kissing and sucking sorta thing to the insides of me thighs, an' that has me panting and moaning like crazy again, cos I ain't never believed anything could make me feel so fucking good!

He has a well decent lick all around  and under me balls when he's had enough of me legs, an' I know I'm moaning cos it feels so bleeding good, an' I don't even think of saying `no' when he lifts me legs up so me knees is by me ears.

Course, I know he's gonna go for me bum now cos he's got me so me hole's well showing, but I'm past caring about me saying `no bum stuff', cos it'd got to happen one day, hadn't it.

It were a fucking Star Wars planet killer what went off inside me this time! He licks all round me hole an' I were thinking I can't take no more, an' then he sticks his tongue on me hole and the whole world explodes!

By the time the dust has sorta settled I knows he's got his tongue inside me, I can feel it probing in me hole an' I'm bleeding wishing he had a longer tongue so he could get in deeper, an' me fingers is digging into his back, trying to keep him there, cos this is one thing I do not want to stop!

When it does stop he brings me legs down again, an' he slips a finger up me hole, an' while I'm trying to work out if I like that as much as his tongue or not, he starts sucking me off at last and what with his finger up me bum an' all I squirts all me saved up spunk in his mouth, an' I can feel him swallowing as he sucks it all out of me.

Normal like, when I's spunked I just zones out for a bit cos spunking's so intense sorta thing, but I didn't want to zone out now even though that'd been the most intense thing ever an' I'd had things done to me that I never dreamed of having done, an' I loved every bit of it.

I just wanted Mr Kevil to hold me like he was holding me, and gently stroking bits of me and giving me them tiny little kisses what said he thought I was worth having in his bed to play with. Course, I were thinking as well, once I'd got over me spunking, an' I knew I had to do something for him before he started on me again, cos I knew he ain't finished with me yet, not by a long way, I mean, he had to fuck me yet, an' no way was I gonna go home later until he had. Like I said, I knew it had to happen one day, and this was gonna be that day.

I had to suck him an' all, that were only fair after what he'd done to me, so, soon as I were ready I went down an' got his cock in me mouth.

I'm used to squeezing the last drop of pleasure from a young adolescent boy's body; it's an art form and I'm, if not an expert, then pretty close to being one. Every boy is different, and that's one of the things that makes having a new one such a delight.

He may not be new to the experience of being adored by a man, he may have been fucked fifty times, but he's new to you and you have to explore him, explore his body and his mind to discover his individual needs and wants. Some want nothing more than their cocks appreciated, some want to be totally dominated, spanked hard and made to believe they have no choice but to give all there is to give.

Others want to be softly adored, boys who need a man in their lives, and they'll eagerly give their bodies in return for friendship. Then there are boys like Jason, boys who know instinctively that they are intended to be a man's plaything, that is what Nature created them for, and giving themselves to a man is the only thing that makes them complete.

I've been fortunate enough to have a few like Jason, Giovanni was one such,  and they are the boys that all boy adorers dream of. Giovanni came pre-used, he knew exactly what he wanted and needed and gave himself with no reservations for my pleasure and enjoyment. Jason was unused, his body told him one thing, his mind another and his desires yet a third, but, fresh or experienced, all such boys come with one vital attribute, they know their purpose in life as boys is to be used for sex by a man.

They don't ask or expect to be loved, but they want to be adored, adored for what they are, boys who know they are there to be adored. They know their adolescent bodies are the most sexually desirable thing on the earth for men, and they know their desirability has a limited life, two years, perhaps three, and it will all be over.

Jason needed me to like him, that was important, he needed me to like him enough to want to have sex with him, and he wanted me to like him for that sex, like his body, like using his body, enjoying his body, and, while enjoying his body, give him pleasure he'd only dreamed of and didn't believe he could ever experience.

Jason was totally mine now, I could do anything I wanted with him; I could have fucked him when his legs were in the air and his hole open from tonguing, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet, though he would be before he put his clothes on again.

I wasn't surprised when he went down to suck me; the way his hands had treated my cock was enough to let me know that Jason wanted cock, needed cock, and a boy that wants and needs cock, needs that cock in his mouth, even if he's never had cock in his mouth before.

He can't help it, it's an instinct too strong for him to resist; there are two places on a boy where cock has to go, and the first, always the first, is his mouth. It's the first step in his ultimate submission to the man he's chosen to give himself to, the alpha male he has to please and obey.

It wasn't a skilful suck; he didn't always keep his teeth out of the way, and he hadn't yet learned how to use his tongue, but it was his first ever suck and that made it a mind-blowing suck for me. It's always a wonderful experience when a boy takes you in his mouth for the first ever time, and however awful it was, you stroke him while he's doing it, and tell him after how well he'd done it, and, if he's a boy like Jason, you don't warn him before you spurt in his mouth.

His eyes widened, his cheeks bulged, he had to fight his gag reflex, force himself not to spit out the thick, raw-egg like stuff that flooded his mouth. He had to swallow, he knew he had to swallow, and swallow he did, gulping it down as quickly as he could so his mouth was empty once again.

He wouldn't do that when he sucked Reece Maggs, he'd hold onto that spunk as long as he could, but mine he needed to swallow as fast as he could before he had to spit it out.

"Good boy," I whispered to him and kissed him to make sure he knew I meant it and wasn't just saying it to keep him happy, "You're a real bent boy now."

"Them things what you did to me," he said when we were sitting up in bed and Jason was having one of his `only when I'm doing sex stuff' ciggies. "Fucking hell, I wouldn't have believed it if you'd said you were gonna do them."

"Well, now you know what to expect," I grinned at him and gave his thigh a fondle, "So if you don't want them done again, you'd better not come here again."

"Try fucking stopping me," he sniggered, "All yours, any time you want."

"Sorry I didn't warn you I was going to spunk in your mouth," I lied, "But I thought if I did you may have talked yourself out of it, and then you'd have been mad with yourself for not doing it."

"Yeah," he said and had a puff of his ciggie, "Thanks. I prolly would a chickened out, I spose, an' that would've fucked it up, wouldn't it." He took another drag, blew out the smoke, "Don't need to say next time either," he grinned, "Don't mind doing it now."

Another boy whose needs I'd worked out properly, another boy liberated from some inhibitions.

"You can have me bum an' all," he said, offering up his ultimate prize, "Don't think I's scared of that no more now. Before I goes home," he said, confirming what was already planned for him, though, of course, he didn't know that.

"You ever tried to play golf?" I asked him, partly to stop him thinking about being fucked, and partly because I knew I'd get a thrill out of seeing him get it off with incredibly delicious Reece Maggs.

"Nah. Why?"

"Reece Maggs is trying to earn how to play. He goes to an evening class at St Mary's. Apparently its all oldish men and some women. He's the only boy there. Love to go and play pitch and putt in the big park in Holt, but his dad won't let him go on his own."

It took a few moments for Jason to switch his mind from the prospect of being fucked to registering what I was saying about his thirteen year old crush.

How you find all that out?" he asked when the switch had been made.

"French conversation," I shrugged, "Same way I found out about your bone."

"Dirty fucking French teacher," he grinned at me, then a look of horror crossed his face, "You not after him, are you?"

"No, but he's fourteen in January, so you better get a move on."

Jason gave a delighted giggle, he knew my favourite age was fourteen and I was being dirty for him, not chasing after his crush for myself.

"Better learn how to swing a golf club," I said, `Then you can go to evening class."

Jason knew exactly what I was suggesting, I was giving him a way of meeting Reece Maggs outside school, where the Year difference wouldn't matter, and he could get to know the boy and get inside his knickers.

I took Jason outside to show him how to hold and swing a golf club, stopping him when he went to put his shorts on, "Only way to learn is naked," I grinned at him and he called me a dirty bastard, and all I wanted was to see his bits swinging about when he tried to hit a ball.

`Well, it is a game played with a stick and balls," I said with a shrug, "And the object of the exercise is to get it in a hole."

"Later, you dirty bugger," Jason chortled, "Already said you can, ain't I."

A little of that, Jason picking up the basics enough to not look an idiot at the evening class, some food, and then back to bed for the rest of the day.

I know I'd said he could fuck me, an' course I knew he had to fuck me, if I were gonna be `his boy' proper like.

I don't mean that in a soppy way, like, I mean I ain't in love with him or nothing like that, an' I knows he don't feel that sorta way about me either. Like I knows he does love me body an' stuff, but that's fine, cos I wants him to do that, but really, I knows I's just a boy for him to have sex with, an' that's all I wanna be, his to have sex with whenever he wants.

Course, I likes him an' he likes me, we wouldn't be doing sex stuff if we didn't like each other, would we, an' I really likes him being nice to me an' making me feel good and wanted, like, but that's the sorta bloke he is, I bet he makes all his boys feel that way an' all.

Anyway, he's gonna fuck me, an' I's scared stiff about it. Don't get me wrong, I wanna be fucked, but I's still scared about doing it, an' it ain't just that he's got a big cock an' it's probly gonna hurt, cos I can cope with a bit of hurt, I ain't no gay sissy boy, I'm just a normal kid what's bent.

I spose what I's scared of is that when he's done me, done me proper like, he ain't gonna want to do me again, an' I knows that's daft cos of what he's said about them other boys what he's fucked. I knows I'm just his boy for sex, but I don't wanna just be fucked and chucked away, I wanna be his boy for sex for as long as he finds me tasty.

Well, I ain't gonna find that out till after he's fucked me, am I?

I couldn't help wondering if I'd made a mistake all these years in leaving schoolboys alone. It wasn't a mistake from the `health and safety' point of view, one discovered sniff of a fourteen year old's pants and it would be off to jail you go, but from where my mouth and cock were looking at it, self-imposed abstention was an awful waste of large quantities of available and delightful boy flesh. Every class I'd ever taught, Year Nine, Year Ten, Year Eleven, had contained boys who had worn very removable underwear, and no doubt those boys had experienced underwear removal at some point during their school careers, allowed a man to appreciate their adolescent delights and been all the better for it, but I'd always played it safe and sensible.

Not always to begin with, when times were different, but even then only a slip or two; now I had a Year Ten boy, a boy I saw in class five times a week, naked and waiting to be fucked.

In the eyes of the Law it would make no difference now if I fucked him or not, I'd sampled far too much of his teenage delights already, so I may just as well sample the rest. I wanted to fuck him, Jason wanted to be fucked, so let's fuck.

He was nervous about it, most boys are the first time; it's literally a big thing having a man's cock up your arse for the first time, especially if you're a boy like Jason who hadn't even attempted the traditional relief for a boy's itchy hole and stuck a carrot or two up there, Jason's bum had so far had only my tongue and one of my fingers in there, so of course he was nervous about taking six and a half thick inches of cock.

It was his `final frontier' as well, confirmation inescapable that he was, indeed, a `bent boy', but, like all explorers, Jason was driven to cross that final line, for his bum to go where his bum had never been before.

I did him in the same position as I'd eaten him in, on his back, knees by his ears, hole exposed, twinkling and twitching with anticipation. I had another little snack to ensure that his body, if not his mind, were in a demanding mood, and slipped in a finger to begin the opening up process. And it was just that; I put my finger tip on his wet, glistening hole, and in it went!

No resistance, no instinctive clenching, just finger slipping into boy hole. The same with the second and the third. The third did produce a grunt as he was stretched just a bit, but that was a grunt more of surprise than pain.

I've had enough boys to know that all boys have different holes, just like all boys have different cocks, but only once before had I experienced a virgin boy who had such a receptive hole. Adam Twinkler, only just fourteen and his first ever cock; he'd driven me to the height of lust, and driven himself there as well and he couldn't bear to wait for the preliminaries, just kept begging for cock inside him NOW, and, expecting him to scream in agony, I gave him cock NOW, and in it went, just like that!

Jason was similar, he had a hole that was designer designed to take cock; his outer ring expanded, gripped my cock and tugged it towards the second sphincter, the painful one, the one you have to take such care entering, but, just like Adam Twinkler, no resistance, just a matter of cock knocking at the door and `open sesame' and I was balls deep inside him.

It took Jason perhaps two point three milliseconds to register that his insides were filled with man cock and then he went crazy. I didn't so much fuck him as he fucked himself on me; even in that most submissive of positions his arse worked miracles and he had my balls boiling in no time at all.

Year Ten French lessons were never going to be the same again!

I'd done it! I got meself fucked! An' it were brilliant, it were ace, it were wicked and it were evil an' I loved it! There was only one thing that was ever gonna be better than having Mr Kevil fuck me, and that was when I fucked Reece Maggs!

Mr Kevil was gonna set it up for me, he'd pay for them golf evening classes so I could chat Maggs up and get friends with him; he'd give me the money to go to the pitch and putt in Holt, but he said I'd have to buy me own condoms and I giggled meself silly.

He sucked me off again before I biked home, an' course, when I got home I had a couple more wanks, better this time, cos I knew just what I were wanking about, an', course, in them wanks Reece Maggs loved it just as much as me when I stuck me cock up his bum.

 

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