Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 17:35:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Steve Moreton Subject: Seduced Seduced by Stephan Moreton The events in this story have a basis in fact. Just what is fact and what is fiction is for the reader to decide! Every teacher knows the rules. Close relations, especially sexual ones, with students are out. It doesn't matter what age, whether you are gay or straight, or what level of education you're involved with, teacher-student relationships are just not to be thought about. Sure, I'd heard about occasional affairs between senior high school girls and their male teachers, these often ending in marriage, but I'd never even thought of the possibility of doing becoming involved myself. The very thought of sex with a student sent shivers down my spine. Not that I was unaware of some of the boys around me in my classes and in the corridors and the school yards as I moved around day after day. I looked, of course. I appreciated some of the beautiful creatures, both young and older, who came into sight. But anything other than look? It was not for me. No sir! Until Graham Bradley came along. Graham first started talking to me as we left the classroom after the last lesson of the day--a very fair-skinned, ginger-haired boy with greenish-blue eyes. He was in his first year at my school, bright and since he lived outside the school boundaries, was enrolled there only because he was taking a special program. I did not take much notice of him--when you are surrounded by so many good-looking boys from twelve to eighteen, you tend not to think of anyone in a truly sexual way -- and I certainly did not. We would chat occasionally as we left the classroom, but that was it until one afternoon, I met him as I was going to my car to go home. He told me he had missed the school bus, and was about to walk the couple of blocks to the nearest bus stop. I asked him where he lived, discovered that it was near where I was going shopping and offered him a lift home. I dropped him off and thought nothing of it. Some weeks later the same thing happened, whether it was by chance or he planned it I am still not sure--but knowing him as well as I do now, I can quite believe that he was perfectly aware of what he was doing. This time, when we got to his home, he asked me to come in and meet his mother. It was no big deal, and over time I came to know his father and little sister as well and even sometimes had meals with them. At that time I used to take my students out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant at the end of the school year, and following a very successful first dinner, I continued organising lunch outings from time to time over the following year, though sometimes only a few kids, mostly boys, used to attend. I would usually pick Graham up and drop him home on these occasions, and we would talk about all kinds of things, although I was most careful to keep sex out of it. Even on one occasion when one of the other boys asked us in to his home and produced a few straight porn pictures, I did not discuss anything with my young friend beyond expressing the view that the scenes depicted were, in my opinion, rather stiffly posed and not particularly interesting. Soon, I was taking Graham out to lunch and to movies with me by himself, but still I avoided any talk of sex. I'm not saying that I never thought of it, but given the boy's age, I felt I should just put it out of my mind. So things just continued on like this through the following year and into the next. I would invite him out to lunch every couple of months, pick him up at his house and bring him back, go inside for a chat or a cup of coffee with his folks and that would be it. Then one day, things changed. My birthday arrived and I asked him to join me for lunch in the usual way. However this time, everything turned out differently. While we were chatting over lunch, he suddenly asked me, out of the blue: "What do homosexuals do together?" I was a bit flabbergasted, but decided to treat the question seriously, but without giving anything away. "Guys only have so many holes in their bodies and I guess they make the maximum use of them" (or something like that). He didn't press me on the matter, but when we went back to my apartment after lunch (we sometimes did this on the way home, though nothing sexual ever took place), I decided to take the bull by the horns and asked him why he had asked that question. "You...are...gay, aren't you?" he responded. I decided to come out into the open, and told him I was. Since he had opened up the topic, I asked about himself. He said he didn't know, so I asked him if he had had any sexual experience. Yes, he certainly had -- he had been sucking his little friends' cocks since he was about six years old! Then he asked me: "Do you give head?" I told him I had been known to do it, and he immediately asked me if I would do it to him. I was shocked. True, I had created a situation he could use if he wanted to (for by this time I was having sexual feelings about him, but I was very inhibited -- he was my student after all. I hadn't planned the situation and I was really scared, given his age, so I decided to delay things a bit. I suggested he might like to have a look at a gay porn magazine I had. Yes, that interested him, and it gave me a bit of time to think over what, if anything I would do. He finished the magazine, then asked: "Well, how about it?" I thought to myself that he was quite forward but I wasn't quite ready for him yet, so I suggested we needed to get a little physical first, and just engage in a little hugging. He rushed into my arms and I could feel him trembling. I brushed his face with my lips, softly at first, then started kissing him. His skin was velvety against my lips as I brushed them over his cheeks then moved to his lips. Mouth to mouth kissing clearly wasn't his thing yet, but ever so shyly, he kissed my cheek, and we clung to each other for a while. As I held him close I could feel his hard-on pressing firmly against my leg. My own must have been pressing back against him too, for I was as hard as I had ever been by this time. But Graham was not to be denied, something I discovered very quickly. When he wants something, he goes for it directly. "Can we go to your bedroom?" he asked. I was still very hesitant, worrying about his age and still not sure that I wanted to get involved with him. But, as Martin Luther said, "A standing prick has no conscience" so I took him by the hand and led him to my room. "Should I get undressed?" he asked me. I said I would like to undress him, if it was OK with him. It was, it seemed, and I proceeded to undo his shirt buttons and help him out of his shirt. The weather was quite warm that day, and he wasn't wearing anything under it. He was beautiful. Milky white skin, small pink but slightly erect nipples and no body hair except under his arms. I undid the belt of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and began to tug them off him. Under his brightly coloured briefs I could see that he was hard as a rock. "We'll have to get your shoes and socks off", I told him, and pushed him back on the bed, Within moments, they were off, and his jeans followed. He was gorgeous. Against the white skin of his legs, I could see the soft ginger-blond hairs which were just sprouting on his lower limbs. His thighs were pale and, except near his crotch, where wisps of pubic hair peeped out from the legs of his briefs, quite bare. I reached for him and kissed his cock through his underpants. It responded with a jerk, and I knew it was time to move on. I leaned over him, and slowly began to pull off his briefs. As I did so, the uncircumcised red head of his engorged cock slipped out from the elastic top. I kept pulling slowly and in a moment his hard-on was sticking up, so hard that it was almost parallel to his belly. It was not long -- about five inches -- but it enthralled me to see him naked for the first time. I was still dressed but I lay down on the bed next to him other for a moment before I put my arms around his soft, still immature body. I had already decided that I was not quite up to giving him a blow job yet, so I suggested jacking him off. I took his lovely boy cock in my hand and began to move it slowly up and down. His prick was warm and soft in my hand, and he put his hand over mine and began to increase the speed of my movement. Within moments, he stiffened and started to cum. The stuff just seemed to spew out of him and soon he was lying there with cum all over his belly. We lay there for a while, then without a word, he sat up and looked around for his clothes. He did not offer to reciprocate, and I did not ask him to. What we had done was scary enough for one day and before long I had dropped him off at his home. We didn't go out to lunch again for another couple of months. I used to see him around the school occasionally -- he was no longer in my class -- and I would greet him as I would any other ex-student of mine, and he would give me what I thought was a slightly guilty look, but I had decided to be as natural with him as with anyone else. When his birthday came around (I knew when it was), I invited him out to lunch again. He asked if we could go back to my apartment after lunch, and this time, as soon as we were inside, he asked to look at the gay magazines again. Then he asked me if I would suck his cock. By this time, I had had a chance to think things through. I decided that as he was the one making the first move, and clearly knew what he wanted, I would not stand in his way. We went to my bedroom, and I undressed him slowly again, loving every moment as his beautiful body appeared from under its external coverings. Then I asked him if he wanted me to undress. With the diffidence I had come to expect from him, he murmured that it was fine by him. I stripped as quickly as I could and lay down next to him. I was prepared to give him what he wanted this time, but it was going to done as I wanted it. I put my arms around him, pulled him close and began to kiss him, first on his hair, then his ears, his eyes (closed by now), his nose, his cheeks and then his lovely pink lips. He didn't open his mouth, but he kissed me back, very gently, and then I moved on. Next I licked and kissed his neck down to the little hollow where it joined his chest, and I stopped to nuzzle him there. It must have tickled him, for he started to giggle a bit. From there I moved to his lovely little nipples, licking and sucking them till they grew hard, then I moved on down to his belly button, putting the tip of my tongue inside it and tickling him lightly. I glanced down and saw that pre-cum was beginning to seep from the red tip of his cock. It was time to move on, and with one movement, I moved down to lick the tip. Then I started kissing, lightly at first, then more strongly as I moved up and down. He strained upwards as I did so, and I knew the moment had come. I opened my mouth and took first the tip, then the rest of his lovely prick into my mouth. I started sucking and moving my mouth up and down, trying to give him the maximum pleasure, and within minutes, was rewarded with the taste of his boycum, spurt after spurt. I swallowed it slowly, savouring the salt-sweet taste of it, then moved up again to lie beside him as we both recovered. I lay there, my arms around him, enjoying the warmth and softness of him, then at the same moment, we both got up and started dressing, and I transported him back to his house. We continued to meet in the same manner for the next couple of years. We would go out to lunch, go back to my home, he would watch a gay video or look at the magazines for a while, and then would ask me to suck him off. I never took the initiative. If he wanted it, he had to ask, though I never refused him. There was never any reciprocation -- I guess I was too scared to ask him. I really wanted to fuck him, and eventually he let me try, but when I tried to get into his ass, he said it hurt him too much, and I did not continue. By the time Graham was 17 he was going out to gay discos and making friends of his own, and we had stopped going out to lunch, so I was stunned one day at school when he came up to me and asked if he could come over and spend the night with me. I agreed, and we spent an enjoyable night together, but it was the last time we had sex. However, we remained friends, and I became the counsellor he turned to when he had problems in his love life. Inevitably over the years I saw less and less of him. He came out to his parents in his usual direct way, got himself a lover, became an actor and model, and eventually moved away to the other side of the country. I still see him occasionally and when he was last home, we talked about what had happened...as I thought, he had felt a bit guilty at the time, but now looks back on what happened as a good and important step in his life. I am so glad about that.