Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2009 06:02:04 +0000
From: Jonathan Orange <jonathanorange@hotmail.com>
Subject:  Post-Adolescences Fantasies - part 1

Part 1 -- Danny.

In 2004 I wrote an account of my own youth and the way I was introduced to
sex. Those of you who have read, and hopefully, enjoyed, that account
should remember that everything that is recounted there actually happened.
However, I finished by saying that I had two unfulfilled desires (in case
you have forgotten, I longed to show a young boy the delights that I had
received as a youngster, and I wanted to be fucked) -- they remain
unfulfilled, but the following is my fantasy of how it might happen.  It
contains details of sex between an adult male and minors, so ... no, you
wouldn't be here if you didn't enjoy such stories!  I hope you enjoy this
one, and feedback, as always, is most welcome --
jonathanorange@hotmail.com. Please remember that the usual rules regarding
copyright apply.


...


I have been teaching Spanish privately for some years now -- it supplements
my part time job in a local comprehensive school, and, I have to say, is a
jolly sight easier and more relaxing.

I had been teaching Danny for nearly two years.  From quite early on in his
secondary school career it had been obvious that he was finding the
language difficult, and so, at the start of the January term of his first
year at Secondary school, his Dad had employed me -- like all my clients,
it was a recommendation from a former pupil's parent.

Danny was of medium height, not a particularly heavy build, but strong -
his arms and legs firm with developing muscles.  He was a good looking boy,
with very blond hair and fresh, clean complexion. He was a cheerful lad,
with a lovely sense of humour, and we soon established a really good
relationship, something I always try to achieve as it makes learning so
much more likely.

It was towards the end of his second year, late June, I suppose, so he
would have been about thirteen and a half.  He was late for his lesson --
he'd been playing football with his friends after school.  I'd been waiting
for about fifteen minutes so his Dad was cross with him, and wouldn't let
him change out of his shorts.  He'd taken his top off as he was quite
sweaty, and, as he sat down, I could see him using it to cover himself --
there was a little tent peg sticking out of his shorts!

"Oh, dear!" I said, "Do we have a problem?"

He blushed but said nothing, so I continued, "How long have you been having
that kind of problem, then?"

He mumbled that it had been happening all summer.

I said, "Don't worry about it, Danny.  It's a problem we boys have all been
through.  Just forget about it -- you can sort it out later."

But you remember what it was like when you were young, don't you? The more
you try to ignore the hard-on, the more stubbornly it refuses to go down!
For the next fifteen minutes of the lesson, there it was, sticking out of
his shorts, and I took every opportunity to have a look at it.

At the end of the lesson, I put my hand lightly on his knee and said,
"There you go, Danny, all finished.  Now you can creep away and sort out
that little problem! Have fun, and remember, any time you have a problem
with your homework, or," and here I squeezed his leg gently, "anything
else, for that matter, you can always pop round to my place on your way
home from school. It's much more fun when it's shared."

Two days later, he did exactly that!  I am very fortunate in that my wife
works, as does my eldest child, and the younger one is at College.  I can
therefore guarantee that the house will be empty until at least 5.30 every
day.  I must admit that, when the doorbell rang a little after four, I was
not expecting Danny.  After that lesson I had come home and had a wank
thinking about his little cock straining to get out of his shorts, but I
hadn't really expected him to take me up on my offer -- it's quite an ask
to expect a young boy to make so obvious a move.  But, there he was,
looking flustered, but clearly excited -- I could see his cock again
demanding its freedom.

"I've, er, got a problem with my Spanish homework," he stammered

"Fine," I said," Come on in and let's sort it out shall we?"

I took him through to my study and we settled ourselves at the desk.  Danny
got out his Spanish homework, and we had a look at.  I could see that it
was a piece of translation that he could easily have coped with himself, so
I knew that he had come round to let me sort out his other problem.  We
worked through the translation in about ten minutes, and then I turned to
him and said:

"Well, Danny, that's that little problems sorted.  Shall we sort the other
one out now?"

I could see his cock was still stiff, so I took him by the hand and led him
gently to my big easy chair.  I turned him round so that he could sit down
in it, but before he did, I unbutton his trousers and pulled them and his
pants down to his knees.  He had a LOVELY cock -- not that I had any
experience of young boys' cocks, but I knew that this was a lovely specimen
and one that I would enjoy playing with.  It was about three and a half
inches long, but quite fat -- when he grew up he would not have a monster
sized cock, but it would be fat enough to stretch any hole enough to give
pleasure to the owner.  And it was circumcised -- I was so glad about that
as I have a real thing for circumcised cocks.  The base was surrounded by a
mixture of fine, blond down -- the sprouting pubic hair -- and a few,
longer strands of wiry, curly genuine pubic hair

I pushed him gently down into the chair and took his cock in my hands,
rubbing the head between my thumb and forefinger.  I continued to work on
it as I enquired:

"How long have you been getting stiff, then? And what do you do about it?"

"It started to get stiff about the beginning of this term," he whispered,
"and I found that it made it nice if I rub it."

"What, like this?" I said, as I began to wank him slowly.

"Oooooh, yes," he said, and he began to wriggle his hips.

"Well, you relax and let me make it feel nicer than it has before," I told
him, as I continued to wank him with long, slow strokes.  My other hand
reached out and fondled his tiny balls, and soon he began to moan and work
his hips in a fucking-like motion.  I moistened my hand and slipped it up
and down his cock which was twitching and very stiff indeed. I looked up at
his face and was delighted to see that his eyes were closed and his mouth
was gaping open as he sighed and moaned -- clearly he was enjoying what I
was doing, and I felt pleased -- if this first time was good, he would be
back for more, and I wanted that!  I had so many plans for things I wanted
to do to him! I knew that he was close to orgasm, but I wanted to make it
good for him, so I slowed a little, and he squealed in frustration.  I
thought to myself "I mustn't keep him hanging on too long this first time."
so I quickened my pace again and soon felt him reaching the edge.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yessss!" he cried, and even though nothing came out of his
cock apart from some pre-cum, I knew that he had had an orgasm.

"There! Isn't it nicer when someone else does it for you?" I asked.

 "Oh, yes! Gosh, that was good! Thanks ever so much," he said, as I helped
him pull up his trousers.

"That was my pleasure, Danny," I replied, "you can come round any time and
I'll do it again for you. But you do know that you can't say anything to
anyone -- you do know that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" he replied, "I know there would be trouble if anyone knew."

"Good!" I said, "Our secret."

As soon as he had gone, I went back into my study, sat in the same chair
that I had put him into, opened my flies and gave my raging cock as slow a
wank as I could -- but it wasn't nearly slow enough for my liking because I
was so desperate to come!  I had at last wanked a young boy, and I had, I
felt sure, made it good for him, which is what I wanted.

It didn't surprise me at all that he was there again the next day, and this
time with no pretence of Spanish homework. Again I took him into my study,
and straight away led him to the chair.  This time I removed his trousers
and pants altogether, and once I had him seated in the chair, I looped his
legs over each arm.  I knelt in front of him, and bent my head and took his
little cock into my mouth.  It felt so stiff, and I swirled my tongue
around the head, and swallowed it all in my mouth, and began to suck him
gently.

 "Ooh, yes! Ooh, yes! Ooh yes!" he moaned, and he thrashed about beneath me
as he experienced what was, I suspect, an even better tingle in his cock
than the previous day.

He came every day after that until the end of term.  I determined to groom
him carefully, so I was going to introduce him to new concepts slowly.  It
was about two weeks later before I licked his arse.  As usual, I had him
with his legs over the arms of the chair, and I was running my hands all
over his thighs but not touching his cock.  He was wriggling and moaning
and asking me to suck him, but I resisted. As he wriggled more and more, he
had slipped down in the chair, so that his arse was now much more
accessible than it usually was.  I bent my head, and I'm sure he thought I
was going to suck him, but instead I ran my tongue over his little
arsehole, and then traced it up along that sensitive piece of skin -- the
perineum -- up to his balls.  Then back down again, and so on.  I kept this
up for some time and he was moaning and thrashing his head about and
wriggling under me, but when I stopped at his arsehole and, using my
fingers to pull the cheeks apart, pushed my tongue into his arse, I thought
he would faint!

"Ooooooh!" he cried, "that feels so good!"

I continued to work my tongue deeply in his arse, and my right hand reached
up and took hold of his cock. I wanked him slowly as I reamed him and he
soon had a shattering orgasm.

It was after this that things developed apace.  As I say, I had been
determined to take things slowly as I wanted him to enjoy to the full
everything that I did to him, and only take him on a stage when I felt he
was ready, but I needn't have worried -- he was a randy young man and just
wanted to have his cock played with! I suppose I should have remembered
what I was like when I was his age -- I went looking for people to play
with me.  We started to play in my bedroom, and now I always stripped him
naked.  I had told him that it was so much better when one was naked as the
body is much more sensitive than we think. I really enjoyed taking his
clothes off while I played with him and I would then run my hands and my
tongue all over his body, enjoying the shuddering reactions I got from him
as he discovered how good it was.  I had begun to wank myself while I was
playing with him, and he soon asked to watch me come.  So I also stripped
off and, after I had finished sucking him off, began to play with my seven
inch cock.  He leant up on his elbow and watched as I slowly wanked myself
and his eyes opened wide in amazement when I grunted and shot great
globules of spunk high into the air to land on my stomach and my thighs --
everywhere, as I was so randy that I came buckets.

"Wow" he said, "Is that what it means to come? I've heard the older boys
talking about it in the school bogs, but I never realised that it was like
that.  Will I come like that?"

"Very soon, I should think," I replied, "Most boys begin to shoot spunk
around about your age."

And, indeed, this was the case. Two days later I was sucking him and
fingering his arse, and he was moaning and urging me to go on when he
suddenly went tense.

"Jonathan, stop!" he cried, "I need a pee desperately!"

I lifted my head from his cock and said, "No, Danny, you don't! You're
about to come for the first time. Watch!"

So saying, I removed my head from his line of vision, and my other hand
from his arse, and concentrated on his cock.  I slid my hand slowly up and
down the shaft, which was beautifully hard and shining with my saliva,
while my free hand tickled his balls.  I felt it go tense and through the
noises he was making I said: "Can you feel a burning in your cock, Danny?"
He nodded, still making a fascinating - and, I might add, a very erotic --
range of noises.  "Then, watch closely!"

I increased my pace just slightly -- it is always nice to make the orgasm
linger as long as possible, I thought -- and then I felt his cock swell
up. And he came! Quite a reasonable amount of spunk for a first time!  It
shot at least six inches into the air, and landed on his stomach, and it
was followed by four or five other ejaculations.

"Unbelievable!" he murmured, "Just unbelievable!  That's the best feeling
I've had in my cock ever!"

"That's because you have shot some spunk," I said, "It's always a better
orgasm when you cum."

The next day he was back again, and as usual I was sucking him.  I had
stripped him naked and stretched him out on the bed.  First I bent his legs
right over his head (so supple, these young boys!) and I got him to hold
himself round the knees to keep them there.  This left my hands free, and I
used them to part his arse wider than I usually did -- I had been
stretching it a bit wider each time I rimmed him.  I ran the finger of my
right hand over the hole, dipping it in slightly each time, and then I held
the cheeks apart as I slid my tongue into him.  God! Did he squeal!  I kept
this up for some time until he was panting and begging me to suck him --
"Got him!" I thought. I removed his arms from around his knees and let them
droop over my shoulders. I slipped my tongue out of his arse and hungrily
sought out his cock -- which was VERY stiff.  I took it all in my mouth and
began to suck it, gently but steadily -- I wanted to feel him come in my
mouth sooner rather than later.

Just as I felt his cock swell up he shouted, "Jonathan! I'm going to come!
You'd better take it out now!" and he pulled away from me.  I held him firm
and felt the spunk rising in his little cock; then it spurted out and I
swallowed it all.

He was shaking, and it took him some time to recover. Then he said "How
could you do that? I mean, swallow my spunk?"

"Believe me," I replied, "it tastes lovely.  Tomorrow you must try it
yourself.  In the meantime, look at this cock of mine! It needs to cum as
much as yours did." I took hold of it and began to wank it, but he sat up
and reached out his hand and tentatively took it in his. "Gosh! It's really
hard, isn't it?" he said, "Shall I wank it for you?"

"If that's what you want," I replied, so he took a firmer grip and began to
wank me in earnest.  I must say that it wasn't the best wank I've ever had
but I was so horny that it didn't matter.  I shot loads as usual and some
naturally landed on his hands.  He studied it for a while and then said
"Gosh! Isn't it warm? And sticky."

After that, we began to make very quick progress.  I taught him how to wank
me really well -- how to tease the end of my cock, how to tickle my balls
and how to probe my arse with his finger.  I also managed to get him to
taste his own spunk, and he had to admit that it didn't taste too bad at
all.

Even when the end of term came, he still managed to visit me quite
regularly. On one such occasion, when we lying end to end playing with each
other, I said to him "Would you like to fuck me?"

He stared at me in amazement and said, "You mean, in the arse? Do people do
that?"

"Oh, yes," I told him," For some people it is the best feeling in the
world. Come on try it." I knelt up on the bed on all fours and said to him
"Just kneel behind me and push you cock into my arse.  I'll hold the cheeks
of my bottom apart and it will slip in easily." He got off the bed and
stood at the end.  I looked under myself to see his little stiff prick, and
I reached round to my bottom and pulled the cheeks wide apart.  I knew that
he must be able to see inside my arse, and I urged him "Go on, do it!"

I felt his cock at the entrance to my hole and then he pushed. Of course,
it slipped in so easily; after all in truth it was a very small cock, and
my arse just swallowed it up. At last! I was being fucked, albeit by a tiny
prick.

"Just keep moving it in and out," I said, "Just like when you are trying to
speed up my wanking of you and you start thrusting your cock through my
hand.  Just like that! Hold onto my hips to make sure you don't slip
out. And when you feel yourself coming, just keep doing it -- you can shoot
up my arse, just like you were imagining fucking that sexy school teacher
you told me about the other day when I was sucking you!"

And he did! And I felt his warm spunk invade the depths of my arse (well,
the first bit if it anyway!) And it felt great! And he yelled with pleasure
as he came!

Throughout the summer we continued to play.  He got very good at wanking
me; he fucked me from time to time, but he much preferred me to suck him --
and I enjoyed that too.  And then, all of a sudden, it was the start of the
new school year, and we were back in the routine -- Danny would come round
most days after school -- he really had a taste for this sex lark! I had to
change my teaching schedule so that I kept the first slot free -- it meant
losing the twenty quid, but it was worth it!

Over the next half term we continued our games.  I was thoroughly turned on
by the whole thing, and I believe Danny was too. And quite often he would
fuck me, and we both also liked that.  But best of all, he loved me sucking
him and reaming him, slowly and teasingly, keeping him on the edge of
cumming for as long as he could stand it -- and that was my favourite
pastime as well.

I do hope you have enjoyed this fantasy of mine as much as I have enjoyed
writing it -- it gave me many a pleasant wank!  If you would like to
comment, I would welcome your views, or just a chat. Get me on
jonathanorange@hotmail.com