Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:25:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Pleasures

  Schoolboy Pleasures
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- The Perks of Teaching

  Frank Studman loved teaching middle-school students English, but hated
grading their papers.

  Grading papers was such a tedious task -- and occasionally discouraging.
Hadn't he taught these little savages when to use "your" and "you're?"  And
didn't they know that "loose" meant "not tight" and "lose" meant "not win?"

  And it was only the first week of school.

  Thank goodness the perks of his job outweighed the downers.  By a whole
lot.

  As he sat at his classroom desk that early fall afternoon, suffering
through the last few essays, he was delighted to see a lovely distraction.
Three seventh-grade (age 12-ish) boys from his third-period class.  Ethan
and Alex he knew well.  Very well.  And they had that new boy with them.
What was his name?  Oh, yes.  Jason.

  Jason seemed quite shy as Ethan and Alex coaxed him into Mr. Studman's
classroom.  No one could ever accuse Ethan and Alex of shyness.

  "Hi, Mr. Studman," Ethan and Alex said in chorus -- then giggled.

  Mr. Studman's cock twitched at the sight of them.  They were such dolls.
And so was the new boy.  Dressed in the Allcock Middle School warm-weather
uniform of grey golf shirt; skimpy, navy-blue short-shorts; white ankle
socks and black, plain-toe, tie shoes, the boys were feasts for a
dedicated, 35-year-old teacher's eyes.

  They were pretty little things, all right, and so was the new boy.
Mr. Studman felt a little sorry for Jason.  He had transferred into
Allcock, missing sixth-grade, thus one-third of the greatest time of his
life.  And adjusting to the Allcock culture was more difficult for some
boys than others.

  No adjustment was necessary for Ethan and Alex.  They took to Allcock's
unique culture quite naturally.

  That beautiful September day, Ethan spoke first to Mr. Studman.  "Alex
and I were telling Jason here that if we wanted to see your cock, all we
had to do was ask.  And he dared us to ask.  Then he double-dared us.  And
double-darers go first, right Mr. Studman?"

  Mr. Studman smiled and said, "Everyone knows that, Ethan.  Do you want me
to show you my cock, Jason?"

  Jason blushed nuclearly.  His first response was a loud, "No!"  But then,
with everyone looking at him expectantly, and with, perhaps, his entire
school reputation at stake, he said, "Maybe."

  This was such fun, Mr. Studman thought.  And such a great way to
introduce a new boy.  He said, "Jason, if you want to see my cock, just
ask."

  The boy looked very hesitant.  And very embarrassed.  Then Alex said,
"It's OK.  Mr. Studman is a very cool teacher.  Ask him."

  Jason looked as if he were fighting back tears.  Then he said, "Ethan and
Alex said you have a really big cock.  And I asked them how they knew that.
They said you showed it to them and I called them `liars.'  But I guess
they weren't."

  Mr. Studman said, "Well, you can't be sure until you look.  Would you
like to look?"

  The boy was still hesitant, so Mr. Studman said, "Have you ever seen a
man's cock, Jason?"

  Jason blushed at that.  He had seen a man's cock.  His Daddy's big
rammer.  Looking at it when he wasn't supposed to.  As Daddy was shoving it
in and out of Mama.  But he wasn't discussing that.  Perhaps with his
analyst when he was 40.

  Rather than answer the question, Jason said, "Please, Mr. Studman, may I
see your cock?"

  Ethan and Alex began to giggle and for a moment, Jason feared that he had
been duped into a cruel practical joke.

  But then, Mr. Studman pulled his zipper down, reached in, and freed "The
Beast."

  Jason gasped!

  It was a monster!  Way bigger than his Daddy's!  And it was only
half-hard.

  Jason stared at it, slack-jawed.

  Mr. Studman smiled at the three lovelies.  He loved to display his goods
for pretty boys' enjoyment.  Ethan and Alex were drooling.  They both
wanted to suck Mr. Studman's manly meat, but they weren't the ones who
asked to see it.  So the fate of Mr. Studman's exposed treasure was up to
Jason.  Though he didn't know that.

  Mr. Studman loved exposing himself to his students.  But only if they
asked him to.  He was no pervert.

  In fact, he loved it so much that his big boy was starting to stiffen
from all the visual admiration it was getting from the three cuties.

  Jason gasped again as he watched the thick stalk grow skyward.

  "A tribute to your beauty, boys," Mr. Studman said good-naturedly.

  When he was at full-staff, Mr. Studman asked Jason, "Now what?"

  Jason, who was trembling with feelings he had never let himself have
before, didn't understand the question.

  Mr. Studman explained.  "You asked to see my cock.  What do you want to
do with it?"

  Jason trembled even more.  And grew more confused.  "Do with it?" he
asked a smiling Mr. Studman.

  Ethan stepped in.  "Yeah, silly.  Do you want to touch it, rub it, kiss
it, lick it, suck it, or other things?"

  Jason stepped back with horror.

  Mr. Studman had seen this happen so many times.  And he enjoyed it every
time.

  Mr. Studman knew that there were two kinds of 11- to 14-year-old boys in
the world: Those who wanted a man's cock in their bottoms and got a man's
cock in their bottoms.  And those who wanted a man's cock in their bottoms
but denied that they wanted it.

  Jason was still in Group B.  But he had Group A potential.

  Just then, as Jason was pondering the meaning of life, the classroom door
opened and the principal, Mr. Loveboy strode in.  And saw Mr. Studman's
stiff cock.  Exposed to three 12-year-old boys!

  Jason screamed in fear.  The other three acted as normally as if they
were waiting for a bus.

  Mr. Loveboy surveyed the situation and said, "Oh, Frank, I'm sorry to
interrupt your time with your students.  Just wanted to remind you about
the faculty meeting before school tomorrow at 8.  See you then.  And have a
good time, you four."  Then he gave Jason, just Jason, a little leer and a
wink.

  Huh?

  Jason was flabbergasted.

  What kind of school had Daddy enrolled him in when they moved to this
town?  He should have known that an all-boys middle school would be odd,
but this was crazy. The principal didn't care that one of his teachers was
showing off his stiff cock to young boys?

  And what was that leery, winky thing, Mr. Loveboy had done at him?

  Jason was definitely not in Kansas anymore.

  Despite all the craziness of the past few minutes, Jason couldn't help
but notice that his cock was hard.  Very hard.  Every bit as hard as
Mr. Studman's.

  And, looking as inconspicuously as he could at Ethan and Alex, Jason
could see that their short-shorts were tented as well.

  So there they were -- two stiff boys and a stiff, exposed man -- waiting
for Jason's instructions.

  Jason gulped.  Then said.  "I'm going to touch it.  Then decide about the
other stuff."

  Got him, Mr. Studman thought.  Not quite fish in a barrel, but few of the
Allcock boys were difficult to seduce.  Which made Mr. Studman feel good
about himself.  And the service he was providing to the cute, young boys of
the world.  Giving them what they always needed and usually wanted
desperately was a very good thing.

  Yet each conquest was a delight.

  Tentatively, with his eye still out for the practical joke, Jason touched
the stiff flesh of Mr. Studman's cock shaft.

  Then hastily withdrew his hand.  Mr. Studman's cock was hot!  Cautiously,
Jason re-applied his hand to the shaft.  It was so thick, he could barely
get his little fingers around it.  And the heat!

  Cautiously, Jason ran his fingers along the shaft's substantial length.
It was so smooth and silky, yet so hard.

  Mr. Studman startled Jason by moaning softly.  Jason realized that he
liked Mr. Studman's moan.  It meant he was doing whatever he was doing well
-- always a good thing, right?

  Feeling braver, the boy gripped Mr. Studman's considerable foreskin and
slowly eased it back.  Exposing Mr. Studman's pink, sensitive cockhead and
eliciting a louder, deeper moan from Mr. Studman.

  This wasn't nearly as awful as Jason had imagined it would be.  In fact,
he was beginning to enjoy himself.  And he wasn't alone.

  Jason was even more startled by the moans he heard behind him.  He turned
and saw that Ethan and Alex were sitting in one of the classroom's three
double-seated, cushioned loveseats (so that was what they were there for!)
The two little cuties had taken off their short-shorts and their underpants
and were cuddling, kissing and skinning each other's little cocks, just as
Jason had begun to masturbate his English teacher.

  It seemed that walls were falling rapidly all around Jason.  So he was
more open to Mr. Studman's lewd suggestion than he could have ever imagined
only minutes ago.

  "Why don't you let me take my trousers and boxers off, you do the same,
and we can finish this on one of those loveseats?"

  "Finish this?"

  Did Mr. Studman mean that he expected Jason to "finish" him?  Make the
teacher "spurt?"  And why did Jason need to allow Mr. Studman access to his
"private boy parts?"  What would the randy teacher do to him?

  It appeared that young Jason was more willing to find out than he could
have ever imagined.

  Almost as in a dream state, Jason removed his short-shorts and his white,
cotton briefs.  The man was looking at him.  At the boy's bare-nakedness,
almost.  Naked from the waist down except for his shoes and socks.  Which
the rampant, prick-dripping man was removing for him.

  Jason was scared.  And wildly excited.  Two of the many reasons people
ride roller-coasters and have "innovative" sex.

  Man and boy sat side by side on the loveseat.  Jason heard Ethan and Alex
exchanging slurping kisses and passionate gasps and moans as they
skillfully wanked each other's tiny pricks.

  It certainly seemed to Jason that his classmates were enjoying
themselves.  Maybe he could relax a little and see where fate took him.

  Fate had a big cock.  And its drippy peelips were looking back at Jason.

  "Where was I?" the boy thought.  Then he carefully placed his boyish hand
on Mr. Studman's thick foreskin and eased it back to expose a very
needy-looking knob.  Yes, the man was quite excited.  Because of the boy.
Which made the boy...a little proud, in an odd way.

  And that was Jason's last rational thought for quite some time.  Jason's
brain functions had migrated to his penis, because Mr. Studman had placed
his skilled hand on Jason's stiffie and had begun to pleasure the boy quite
nicely.

  Better than Jason had ever been able to pleasure himself.  With the added
naughtiness of "everything" making the boy quite frantic with newly
discovered, man-boy lust.

  No one had ever touched him "there" before.  Though he'd often dreamed of
being touched by his Daddy.

  Through his sexual fog, Jason used two hands to handle the whopper.  He
skinned it back with his right hand, then gently teased the exposed, pink
knob with his boyish fingers.

  Had Jason been a bit more advanced, he would have bent over and taken the
slick, nasty bulb into his mouth and sucked.  But not yet.

  Jason felt a climax building in his boyish balls.  He loved the feeling
and wanted to concentrate on that -- just that.  But he didn't want to be a
partypooper.  Ethan and Alex were pleasuring each other about equally well
and Jason knew instinctively that he had to share the good feelings.  So he
kept rubbing his teacher's cockhead, sweetly and gently.  He even looked up
from his "work" to look into Mr. Studman's eyes -- to see if the man was
enjoying himself.

  The man was gazing into the boy's eyes dreamily.  Nearing erotic rapture.
Happy that he studied in college and got his teaching degree.

  The man and the boy exchanged looks and something evaporated within the
boy.  Inhibitions.  Chastity.  Whatever you may call it.  He could almost
see it shatter and dissolve.

  Jason parted his lips and Mr. Studman moved forward.  They kissed.  Jason
cried out, arched his back, and spurted his spunk in thick arcs.  All over
Mr. Studman's striped tie and blue, oxford shirt.

  Delighted at the boy's surrender (the truly best part of sex) Mr. Studman
grunted manfully and destroyed an Allcock Middle School uniform shirt.
Size S.  For Soaked in Spunk.

  Mr. Studman continued kissing the boy throughout their shuddering
orgasms.  Then he held him in his manly arms and said, "Thank you, Jason.
That was a wonderful treat.  I needed a break from grading papers and you
were very generous to give it to me.  You're a sweet, beautiful boy and I
hope we'll be friends."

  Friends, heck.  Jason was in love.  With Mr. Studman.  If he couldn't
have Daddy, this guy was a great consolation prize.

  This unusual line of thought was interrupted by the orgasmic squeals of
Ethan and Alex, who were also in the process of destroying perfectly good
uniform shirts.  Or at least wounding them.

  A dazed Jason watched his new friends bathe each other in boyish sperm,
then kiss and coo until their vital signs were restored.

  Mr. Studman kissed Jason, then stood and went to his desk drawer, where
he extracted three fresh shirts, tossing one to each boy.

  Mr. Studman was then treated to the lovely sight of each boy removing his
spunky shirt, thus standing there naked in front of his teacher's approving
eye for a few, glorious seconds.  Ethan and Alex took far longer than
necessary to end their nakedness.  But the real surprise was Jason, who
just didn't seem to be able to remove the tags from his new shirt.  Which
he then dropped.  And bent over, at the waist to pick up.  His bottom
pointing directly at Mr. Studman.  Showing the man a whiff of "pink."

  Yes, the boy was definitely moving to Group A.

  When everyone was sadly re-clothed, Mr. Studman dismissed the boys.  He
really had to finish those papers and get home for "Porch Light Time."

  As he waved goodbye to the boys he said, "Alex, explain `Porch Light
Time' to Jason, will you?"

  Alex giggled and said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Studman."  And the boys left the
teacher to his work.


  Two -- Porch Light Time

  Mr. Studman pulled into his garage at 4:15.  He hated to get home so
late, disappointing the boys who waited for his porch light to go on.  But
if he didn't grade the papers before he left school, they wouldn't
magically grade themselves, once he began "entertaining."

  The man got out of his car, entered his house, took the stairs two at a
time, stripped nude, and got into the shower.  He wanted to be fresh as he
could be once he turned on the porch light.

  It was a good system, really.  Allcock Middle School had 150 students and
15 faculty/administrators.  All male.  All single.  All handsome and fit.
And all eager to acquaint their students with life outside the classroom.
While the students were quite capable of "entertaining" each other, as well
as their out-of-school admirers, who sometimes included their family
members, the teachers wanted to be "hands-on" with as many students as
possible.  And the boys adored their teachers.

  So every boy had a complete listing of the teachers' and administrators'
home addresses.  All were within walking distance of the school.  The boys
were encouraged to visit (not stalk) their teachers, but could only
approach within 50 feet of a teacher's home if his porch light was on.

  A good system.  Though there were some scuffles among randy little
visitors about who got to a certain teacher's house first when the man's
light went on.

  Mr. Studman was a very popular teacher, though, in truth, teachers rarely
had their porch lights on longer than three minutes before a boy rang the
doorbell.

  Mr. Studman dried himself off, combed his hair, brushed his teeth and put
on a big, fluffy robe and slippers.

  He considered getting dressed, then ditched the idea.  Why bother?

  Mr. Studman went downstairs, flipped on the porch light and thought, it
takes a boy three seconds to run 50 feet...one thousand one...one thousand
two...one thousand..[RING!!!!!]

  It was great to be popular.

  He opened the door the way a kid opens a bike-shaped package on
Christmas.  Who would it be that fine afternoon?

  My, my.

  It was Jason.

  The boy who, an hour earlier, was fearful of his boyish nature, was
apparently eager to accept it fully.

  Mr. Studman wondered vaguely what those rascals Ethan and Alex had said
to Jason about "porch light time."  No matter.  The boy was present for the
experience of his life.

  "Hello, Jason," Mr. Studman said.  "Are you here for porch light time?"

  The boy looked a bit fearful, but was totally heated up sexually.  "I
guess that's what it's called.  I was hoping you would show me all about
fucking and sucking.  That's what Alex says you and the other teachers do.
When we ask them.  Is that right?"

  Mr. Studman chuckled.  "Well. I can't teach you ALL about fucking and
sucking.  Not in two hours or so.  But I can teach you a lot.  Would you
like that?"

  Jason nodded, but said, "Yes, but I'm afraid."

  Mr. Studman nodded.  "Are you afraid that I'll hurt you when I put my
cock into your pretty bottom?"

  Jason shuddered with fear and lust.  "Yes," he said.

  "It'll hurt some at first.  But I'll be gentle until you don't want me to
be gentle.  And I'll even stop if you want.  Is that a deal?"

  Jason thought for an agonizing moment, then nodded.

  Mr. Studman opened the door fully and Jason walked in.  He closed the
door and said, "Where does your mother think you are?"

  "I told her I was meeting my new teacher after school.  I said you would
be teaching me about Allcock Middle School's culture."

  The truth, Mr. Studman thought.  What a concept.

  After it was determined that man and boy would have about two hours for
their lovemaking instruction, Mr. Studman began his instruction.  "Follow
me to my bedroom, my sweet Jason," the lecherous lecturer said.

  Jason was trembling and he scarcely understood why he was doing what he
was doing, but he followed.

  Truth be told, as Mr. Studman hypothesized about all "Group B" boys,
Jason did want to be adored by and sexually coupled with a man.  That man
was his Daddy.

  Jason had always adored his Daddy and had fantasized about them kissing
and doing things that made them both cum.

  [Sigh]

  Jason knew that was an impossible dream.  Daddy loved Mommy.  Daddy
fucked Mommy every chance he got.  And he never acted "that way" around
Jason.

  Like many boys, Jason was terrified about someone, anyone finding out
about those horribly naughty feelings.  Gay feelings!  Though it was quite
possible that in later years, Jason's feelings would turn toward girls and
baby-making.

  Life was so confusing for a sexed-up, beautiful, 12-year-old boy.

  Mr. Studman was pretty sure that he was Jason's "Daddy substitute."
Which was OK with the teacher.  Whatever got him laid.  He also knew that
many of the daddies wanted to fuck their sons as much as their sons wanted
their daddies to fuck them.  But neither knew how to communicate that.

  Thank goodness.  If they did, Mr. Studman might have to have his porch
light on for up to an hour before he had a "pilgrim" at his gate.

  The two arrived at Mr. Studman's large, masculine, master bedroom.  Where
Mr. Studman was definitely the master.

  Mr. Studman removed his robe and stood naked before Jason.  The man
studied the boy's reaction and saw lust, not disgust and/or fear.

  A good start.

  The man stepped forward and began to strip the boy.  First the new golf
shirt he had given Jason 45 minutes earlier.  Then he had Jason sit on the
side of the bed as he removed the boy's shoes and socks.  Exposing perfect
feet and toes.  Each of which Mr. Studman kissed softly.  Jason shuddered.

  Then Mr. Studman had Jason stand as he peeled down the boy's shorts and
underpants.

  And there they were.  Man and boy.  Both naked.

  The man was six-foot-one -- muscular and moderately hairy.

  The boy was five-foot-four -- slim and pink, with only wisps of pubic
hairs and a soft down beginning to form on his beautiful legs.

  Mr. Studman stepped forward and embraced the boy warmly, saying, "I'm so
glad you chose to be with me today, sweetheart.  You'll soon be glad you
decided to do this."

  If one gauged delight by the stiffness of one's cock, Jason was already
glad about his choice.

  The loving pair kissed and rubbed cocks for a few delicious minutes.  But
then Mr. Studman broke it off.  He wanted their first, fully naked, mutual
cums to occur in a more meaningful way.

  "We could do lots of preliminaries, darling," Mr. Studman said, "but I
want this, my first, extra-stiff erection, to be the one that penetrates
you for the first time.  So let's do some fucking, then preliminaries,
which are great fun too, afterwards.  OK?"

  At that point, Jason would have agreed that oil companies really didn't
want gas prices to rise.  He was hot!

  Mr. Studman said, "I could fuck you here on my bed, and I will on other
days, but I think for your first time, you would be more comfortable in my
stirrups."

  Stirrups?

  Mr. Studman picked up the 125-pound boy in a "Rhett Butler carries
Scarlett up the stairs" carry and took him to another bedroom.  Where there
was a bit of odd equipment.

  It was a medium-sized bedroom, furnished sparsely.  In fact, the only
occupants of the room were a centrally located, cushioned, flat table and a
number of "attachments."  Adjustable leg-holders and attendant stirrups.  A
kneeling platform at the base for Mr. Studman to position himself for
analingus and fellatio.

  Everything one needs to properly fuck a pretty, young, virginal boy.
Expensive, but if, like Mr. Studman, you fuck several virginal or
near-virginal pretty boys each week, it's worth every penny.  It pays for
itself.  Really.

  Mr. Studman laid the sexually overheated Jason onto his back, atop the
cushioned table. Then, gently, he placed each beautiful leg into a
cushioned leg holder.  Comfortable.  Especially when Mr. Studman adjusted
Jason's position a bit to bend the legs in a way that exposed the boy's
pink bottomhole lewdly and conveniently to the man's tongue and/or rampant
cock.

  Mr. Studman leaned over and kissed the boy hungrily on the lips.  Jason
whimpered and pushed his hips forward, looking for something to rub his
cock against.

  But the stirrups had him restrained from doing so.

  Mr. Studman broke the kiss and produced a small jar of a very slippery
lubricant.  Which he dipped his fingers into, then rubbed the pad of his
lubed middle finger against Jason's wrinkly sphincter.

  Jason gasped.  Loudly.  No one had ever touched him there before.

  He loved it.

  And he loved it more when Mr. Studman's finger entered his virginal butt
to the depth of his fingernail.

  An erotic "liberty" that engendered a loud, appreciative squeal from
Jason.

  Jason's bottom was apparently quite delighted to entertain visitors.

  Mr. Studman slowly, teasingly slid his well-buttered finger into the
boy's virginal anus.  Jason arched his back and spurted -- in thick ropes
-- all over his pretty chest and puffy nipples.  All the way up to his
kissable chin.

  Oh my.

  That was exactly the response Mr. Studman had hoped for.

  The boy's bottomhole was very sensitive.

  And he hadn't even touched the boy's prostate yet.

  Well, it was time to do so.  Without giving Jason time to recover from
his sexual agony, Mr. Studman heaped on more stimulation.  Expertly, the
man's skilled finger found the boy's ultra-sensitive little prostate.  He
rubbed it and, some might say, tormented it as he knelt on the kneeler and
took the boy's slowly restiffening cock into his mouth.

  Jason screamed.  Making Mr. Studman glad for the 100th or so time that he
had soundproofed the "stirrup room" of his house.

  Defying most physiology texts, Jason orgasmed again, pumping a few weak
spurts into Mr. Studman's welcoming mouth.  A delicious appetizer for the
true delights Mr. Studman knew were imminent.

  The boy seemed sexually spent, but Mr. Studman knew better.  He entered
the boy with a second lubed finger, then a third, and delighted at the cute
little whimpers of ecstatic agony the boy produced as his "pussy" was
lubricated and dilated.

  Mr. Studman withdrew his fingers and listened with delight at the boy's
disappointed noises as the welcome visitors departed his private place.

  Mr. Studman loved the whole deflowering experience, but he loved this
next part best.  It was not only the loss of virginity for the young,
beautiful boy.  In surrendering to the superior male -- Mr. Studman -- the
boy was also allowing himself to be emasculated.  Becoming a willing,
submissive sissyboy for the snorting, sexual beast that Mr. Studman was
when he fucked his students.

  The boy would regain his full masculinity, no doubt.  To the point where
he would probably, when in high school, attend an Allcock Middle School
high-school "mixer," where the beautiful, "bottom" middle-schoolers met
handsome, older, high-school, "top" "boyfriends."

  But that was later.  Now was the time to rid this young pretty of his
troublesome virginity and move him along.

  Mr. Studman didn't really like hurting his young lovers.  But their cries
of pain did make him feel a bit more superior and manly than he should have
allowed himself to feel.

  You have to break eggs to make broken eggs, Mr. Studman thought and he
placed his drooling peelips at the entrance to paradise.  He made a couple
of adjustments to the angles of the equipment and all was ready.

  While Mr. Studman loved kissing his lovers during coitus, he found that
for the first fuck, he wanted to experience the boy's every facial
expression, every cock twitch, every meaningful sound.  So he stood
perpendicular to the horizontal boy and watched with pleasure as his first
push made the boy's previously dreamy eyes open widely.

  Half of Mr. Studman's cockhead was inside the boy's well-buttered hole.
Clearly, the boy was in some pain.  He was biting his bottom lip and small
droplets of tears were forming in his beautiful eyes.  Had the boy asked
him to stop, Mr. Studman would have complied immediately, allowed the boy
to get dressed and sent him home. No harm, no foul.

  But the boy obviously wanted the full measure of the man's cock.  So he
endured.

  Experience told Mr. Studman that the boy may have underestimated how much
cock he was housing at that moment.  Best not to tell him that there was
90% more to go.

  Mr. Studman pushed on, lodging the entire cockhead and engendering a
scream that, had the room not been soundproofed, would have been heard in
Springfield.  All of them.

  The boy had begun to perspire and tears were flowing from his eyes.  He
opened his mouth to speak and, for a scary moment, Mr. Studman thought
Jason might be forming the word "stop."

  But no.

  The boy spoke only two words.  "Fuck me."

  And the Allcock Middle School spirit lived on.

  Mr. Studman knew that the last mental impediment had been lifted, so in
one slow, but continuous thrust, he lodged his entire cock in Jason's
previously virginal butthole.

  Which earned another scream, this one more bloodcurdling, though not
cockcurdling, than the last.

  Mr. Studman wisely paused to allow Jason to acclimate to the friendly
invader.

  Jason sobbed out a question.  "Is it all in?"

  "Yes, my darling," Mr. Studman replied.  And Jason visibly relaxed.

  Mr. Studman reflected that he had always felt a little inadequate about
his eight-inch cock.  Some of the other faculty members were bigger.  But
for the young boys' comfort, especially the 6th-graders, he was about as
big as the virgins could handle.  As such, he would often get "referrals"
from other teachers, offering Mr. Studman their students for their
"breaking-in."

  Life was good for Mr. Studman.

  Especially at that moment.

  Inexplicably, Jason's cock was regaining its stiffness.  Mr. Studman
gazed at its penile beauty, along with its attendant, saucy little
ballsack.

  The boy had locked his pretty eyes with Mr. Studman and was visually
imploring the man to fuck him.

  Can do.

  Slowly, Mr. Studman withdrew his cock until only the "knob" was buried.
Then he pushed forward more vigorously.  Jason squealed when he felt the
erotic friction on his prostate.

  Mr. Studman reveled in every sign of Jason's lustful appreciation.

  Mr. Studman and the boy picked up a proper fucking motion.  What a
delight it was to see Jason wince in erotic agony each time the man pushed
forward!

  Back and forth, the boy's cock fully stiffened now, the skin back,
peehole leaking.

  Mr. Studman watched the boy's erotic desperation grow.  He was licking
his lips and wincing.  Seeking the orgasm he needed more than food or
water.

  The man lubed his fingers again and reached over to frig the boy's pretty
foreskin as he fucked him.  Jason's eyes were wide as he felt his orgasm
approach.  It was building and he surrendered to it completely.  Holding
nothing back.  He let go and...

  Nothing.

  He wasn't cumming!  Something was blocking...that big cock in his bottom
was blocking his orgasm!

  Mr. Studman watched the boy's gamut of emotions and knew exactly what was
happening.  And was delighted by what he saw.  The "blockage" was only
momentary, as the boy would soon see.  Jason was about to experience his
first true anal orgasm -- an experience he would never forget.

  Suddenly, orgasm slammed into the boy and assaulted him from his pretty
toes to his puffy nipples.  His back arched and his prick heaved out the
full contents of his young testicles.  Four watery drops.  No matter.  It
was an orgasm for the ages.

  Since every muscle in Jason's ecstatic body contracted, his anal muscles
gave Mr. Studman's cock a massage it would never forget.  Which pushed the
man off Cum Cliff and sent seven thick, creamy spurts deep into Jason's
nether passages.

  When both ensured that they were still alive, Mr. Studman leaned over
and, his cock still lodged in the boy, kissed him and lifted him to his
arms.  He carried Jason into his bedroom and laid Jason onto his back on
the bed.

  By that time, Mr. Studman's limp cock had been involuntarily rejected by
Jason's happy asshole.

  No matter.  The lovers kissed like hungry beasts.

  When they finally stopped, Jason's eyes filled with tears and he said,
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Studman.  You've made me the happiest
boy on earth."

  Mr. Studman loved his job.

  The man said, "We still have time for a round two of you'll suck my cock
to its former stiffness.  I could wash it first, if you like..."

  Jason was having none of that.  He gently urged Mr. Studman onto his
back, then the boy got onto his knees and began to kiss his teacher's
cummy, poopy cock.

  And take its head into his cherubic mouth.  And suck it very nicely.  The
way he imagined it would be to suck his Daddy's.  Right after Daddy had
fucked Mommy in her bottom.  Which she allowed on Christmas, Daddy's
birthday and their wedding anniversary.

  Despite its recent hard work, Mr. Studman's cock was soon stiff.  He
reluctantly asked Jason to stop or that load would end up in the boy's
belly, not his bottom.  Which would have been OK with Jason, but he had
ceded all control to his sexmaster, Mr. Studman.

  For Jason's second fucking, Mr. Studman and Jason lay on their left
sides, spoon fashion.  Mr. Studman had little trouble entering Jason's
still-leaking hole and they were soon engaged in a delightful, 35-minute
romp.  During which, Mr. Studman kissed Jason's neck, skinned his peeny and
rubbed and gently pinched Jason's nipples.  Jason spurted twice (mostly
watery dribbles, but hugely felt) to Mr. Studman's once.

  A very good time was had by all.

  The lovers showered together quickly, kissing and toying, but no more
fucking.

  Jason got dressed, kissed Mr. Studman and went home.

Mr. Studman took an hour's break, during which he ate a small meal.  Then
he turned the porch light on again.

  Three seconds later, the doorbell rang.

  Life was good for Frank Studman.



  I plan to continue this, but don't know when.  More about the school,
Mr. Loveboy.  Daddies.  The mixers with the local high school.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

  Other stories on nifty:

  "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) August 22, 2007
  "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007
  "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay)
	May 5, 2008
  "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008
  "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008
  "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008
  "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008