Date: Wed, 09 Aug 2023 19:07:14 +0000 From: Kim Pescher Subject: Sharing a Bed With a Naked Schoolboy This story is pure fiction. Enjoy! Support the Nifty Archive if you can to help the site stay up and running. Sharing a bed with a naked student is a gay teacher's nightmare. Or is it? Sharing a Bed With a Naked Schoolboy "Sorry, Tom," I said. "Looks like you drew the short straw." "I don't mind, sir," he replied. The place where we were supposed to stay the night had fallen through, and all they could do for us was this ramshackle cabin. It was difficult to squeeze 24 boys and one teacher into it, and it meant that one boy had to share my room. Tom had ended up volunteering. It wasn't a dream scenario for anyone. He knew that his mates would be having fun without him, and I had been promised privacy at night. I wasn't used to sharing on school trips, and certainly not with a 12-year-old boy. I managed to get everyone to settle down eventually, although 24 boys were about as easy to manage as 50 cats. They all thought it was a brilliant adventure and spirits were high. I had no illusions that they'd go to sleep right away, but at least they were in bed. I returned to my - well, our - room and found that Tom was sitting on his bed playing with his phone. He'd taken off his shoes and socks, but that was as far as he'd come. "I brushed my teeth," he informed me when I teased him about it. "Everybody else is already in bed, mate," I said. "Oh." He turned off his phone and put it down. "Alright." And just like that, he stood up in the tiny room and started stripping for me. I'm gay. I'm really gay, and Tom was a seriously handsome boy. I'd not realised the predicament until just then. He didn't exactly make a production of it, but he did do it fairly slowly. He undid one button after the other in his shirt, exposing his thin chest and flat, hard, smooth stomach. Then he took the shirt off and popped the button in his trousers. Jesus. He was driving me mad. I tried not to look, but the room was so small that it was hard to avoid. He sucked in his stomach and unzipped his trousers. Then he edged them down his slim hips. "You don't mind, do you, sir?" he asked in his raspy, just-about-to-break voice. "I know you're gay, so..." "No, don't be silly," I managed to say. Perhaps I should leave the room until he was under the covers, but if I'd stood up he would certainly see how hard I was. My clothes wouldn't cover it. He grinned and nodded, pushing his trousers further down. They were so tight that his boxers started to come with them. He caught them, but not before I had a glimpse of brown pubic hair. "Oops," he giggled, hiking the boxers up. Then he pushed his trousers all the way down and pulled them over his feet. His legs were long, slim and tan. I was so rock hard that I didn't think it'd ever go down again. He dumped his clothes in a pile on the floor. Now he only wore those tight blue boxers. When he turned around, it confirmed what I already knew. He had the arse of a football boy. Just the perfect shape. I almost groaned at the sight. He fingered the hem of his boxers, seemingly lost in thought. Then, as if making a quick decision, he pulled them down, treating me to a sterling view of his bare arse. It was smooth and paler than the rest of him. He glanced over his shoulder at me to see my reaction. Whatever he saw made him laugh. "I sleep naked, sir," he said, as if that was a good reason for him to be totally naked in front of his teacher. "Hope you don't mind." Mind? Fuck no. I was about to cream myself. He threw his boxers on top of the rest of his clothes with a careless flick. "Uh... um... Tom, I..." I began. "I think we should call your parents, just to, uh... let them know that... I mean, check with them that..." "OK, but they won't mind," he said. Instead of getting into bed to cover himself up, he grabbed his phone off the battered table, still standing two feet from me as naked as he could be. I feasted my eyes on that slim back, narrow hips, bubble butt and slender, strong legs. I mean, why not? He had his back to me. "Hi, Dad?" he said. "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just calling because something came up and now we have to spend the night in this weird, run-down place that's much too small, and..." He put his foot on the low bed, spreading his legs a little, and suddenly I could see his balls. They were smooth. Fuck, I wanted to lick them. Just feel them with the tip of my tongue. He scratched his head, making them dangle. I groaned inwardly. This kid was killing me. "No, just tonight. It's not so bad. I just..." He looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at whatever his dad was saying. "No, he's cool," he said, and then he turned around, still on the phone, giving me an unobstructed view of his 12-year-old cock. I coughed, trying to hide my surprise. He grinned. He knew what he was doing, of course, the little bastard. He wanted me to look. And no wonder he was proud of it. He was into raging puberty, and his cock had already grown ahead of the rest of him. It looked adult in size, or almost, and it made it appear massive on his slim body. Looking right at me, he touched it a little, making it dangle. He was casual about it, but I knew it was for my benefit. Fuck, it was a beauty. This kid had it all. "No, but I have to share a room with him, and he wants me to check with you if that's alright. Yeah, I know it's stupid." I frowned and podded him in the stomach with a finger, making him laugh. His skin was warm. He squirmed a little, making his cock dangle. It was literally a foot away from my face. The whole thing was very suggestive. I could so easily reach out, cup his glorious arse and pull him closer. I wondered if he'd ever had a blowjob. Maybe he'd like one? Fuck, get your mind out of the gutter, I told myself. You can't. He's 12 and your student. My cock didn't listen, though. It was so hard that I ached. "Yeah, he's cool. He's really cool," he said, standing there, letting me admire him. "OK." He held out the phone. "He wants to talk to you, sir." "Hello?" I said. "Mr. Fellowes? This is Tom's dad." "Yes, sorry to disturb you," I said, still staring at this man's naked, beautiful son, who hadn't moved away. If anything, he was even closer now. "I just wanted to check with you..." "Yes, Tom explained," the man said. "That's unfortunate about your accommodations. Are you sure you can cope with all those boys?" "Oh, it'll be alright, but the place is so small that... that..." I swallowed, distracted, because Tom had curled the toes on one foot into the threadbare carpet, making his cock swing, back and forth, like a pendulum. It mesmerised me. "Yes?" Tom's dad asked. "Uh, oh, uh... that... that I'm afraid Tom has to share with me tonight," I said. "Not what he wanted, I'm sure, but..." Tom was laughing quietly at me. I knew he did it on purpose, making me look at his cock. "Oh, that's fine, no problem," Tom's dad said with a laugh. "Tom's a very precocious boy. He enjoys the company of older boys and men. He enjoys it a lot." "I see," I said, though I didn't. "So don't worry about it, Mr. Fellowes," the man said. "Tom's very happy sharing with you, and if you can keep up with him, then I don't think you'll be sorry." "Good, good," I said. "I just felt I should let you know." "Oh, yes, that's understandable, but you have my permission. It's perfectly OK." I handed Tom the phone back, and he talked a bit more, though I didn't pay much attention. He'd turned his side to me now, which showed me just how whip thin he was, how much his flawless arse jutted out, and how big his cock looked on him. Damn. He even had visible abs. "Yeah, Dad, I will. I'm sure we'll have loads of fun," he said, putting his forearm on his head. "I promise I'll be good. Love you. Bye." He put the phone down and glanced slyly at me. "Shouldn't you get ready for bed, sir?" "The cheek," I said, making him laugh. "Get into bed. You really shouldn't be naked in front of me." "Aw, you won't tell, I know," he said. "You're cool." "Tom," I said sternly. "OK, OK," he grumbled and crawled into bed, slow and deliberate, giving me every opportunity to ogle him, which I did. Finally he was covered from the waist down, though it left him naked from the waist up, which didn't help my erection problem much, because he was gorgeous all over. I wanted to lick his navel. "I'll be right back," I said, grabbing my toothbrush. "Then it's lights out." "Alright," he said, taking his phone. That damned thing is never out of these kids' hands for more than a few seconds. "Is Tom really sleeping in your room?" another boy asked when I was brushing my teeth in the small, run-down bathroom. "Yes, Trevor, he is," I said. "Poor him," he said. "Uh. Oh! Not that I mean you're boring, sir!" I laughed and pushed him in the direction of his room. When I returned to our room, the bloody kid was barely covered. The blanket covered his hips, but he had one long, slender leg out as well as the other foot. Three inches to the left and he'd be naked. That's it. He was officially trying to drive me crazy. "Hi, sir," he said, sensually curling his toes. "It's started to rain." I heard the rain pound the roof. "Great," I grumbled. "Wonder if it leaks." He laughed and nodded. Little did we know. I tried to undress efficiently, unlike him, but I was keenly aware that he looked at me the whole time. "Wow," he mumbled while I was peeling off my socks, already bare-chested. "I want to look like that when I grow up." I grinned. "Thanks." I took my trousers off quickly. I was still half hard and it showed, but I knew there was nothing for it. I could wait all night and nothing would change. I'd be lucky if I didn't fuck the mattress in my sleep. "Jesus," he said, staring wide-eyed at me. "Sir!" "Sorry," I mumbled. "No," he said, his huge blue eyes still laser-focused on my underwear. "That's impressive, sir." I didn't reply, because what could I say? This was already totally inappropriate. I just hurried into bed. "Not sleeping naked like me?" he asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Nope," I said. "Not a chance." He laughed. I turned off the light, and after a little grumbling he put his phone down, and that should have been that, except for the rain. It had only been a few minutes of me trying to ignore the images in my brain of my student naked and sexy and breathing a few feet over - and totally failing. My cock strained against my boxers. If I'd been alone I'd have been pounding my fist like mad, but there was a 12-year-old boy right next to me, and even though he was probably no stranger to wanking - what 12-year-old is? - there was no way I could. Even if I'd been careful and quiet, he would have known immediately. We were that close and could hear each other's breathing. "Fucking hell!" he yelled suddenly. "Argh!" "What is it?" I asked, turning the light back on. "My bed's wet! That fucking rain!" He was right. The water ran through the ceiling and right down on his bed, and there was no room to move it. "Can you sleep on the floor?" I asked, trying to ignore the totally naked boy who'd jumped out of his bed. "There's no room, plus it's filthy," he said plaintively. "And the bedding's wet. I'll have to sleep with you." "What?!" I asked. "That's... We can't! Maybe there's room somewhere else..." "There isn't, sir. We already checked before I ended up in here, remember?" I knew he was right, but my bed was small. This was going to be a problem. "Put your underwear back on," I sighed, giving up. "And we need to call your father back." "No need," he said. "You heard him. He's OK with everything, I promise. I mean, we can, but I swear it's fine." I mulled it over while he crawled into my bed. "I'd feel better," I said. He rolled his eyes but grabbed his phone. "I'll text him," he said. I got into bed next to him while he did. We were squeezed in, skin on skin. I was so fucked. "See?" he said when his phone buzzed. He showed me. He'd written 'hv 2 sleep in mr f's bed. ok?' and his dad had replied, 'ok be gentle with him' followed by a laughing emoji and a thumbs up. "Thanks," I said. "I thought I told you to put underwear on?" "Aw, I don't want to get out now, it's so warm and nice here," he said, his huge, pretty blue eyes laughing. "Tom," I said in my best teacher's voice. "This is really inappropriate. I'm 32 and you're 12, and you're my student, and -" "So?" he asked. "So," I said. "I could accidentally... touch your cock or something." He laughed. "So?" "Tom..." Quickly, before I could react, he rolled on top of me, flush against me from head to toe. "There," he said. "Damage done. Now it doesn't matter." "Fuck's sake," I groaned. Then I realised that my hands were resting on his hips, holding him. He grinned. His blue eyes were an inch away from mine. "You're so handsome, sir," he said. "You're the hottest teacher we have." "Tom..." "You and Mr. Caffrey. He's hot, too." He is. My 40-year-old colleague still had it. I'd looked at him more than once, but he was married and straight, more's the pity. My hands slid over his skin almost of their own volition, meeting at the small of his back. We were staring into each other's eyes. His mouth was slightly open and our breaths mingled, we were so close. Then I did it. I crossed the point of no return. My hands slid down and I felt his fantastic arse. Then I cupped it. "Mmm," he sighed, closing his eyes. "Feels nice." I'll say. It was an amazing arse, truly amazing. I squeezed it a little. Aw, man. "Oh-oh," he said. "What?" I whispered. "I'm getting really hard, sir." I already knew. I felt it against my stomach. He was at full erection. "So am I," I admitted, but it wasn't much of an admission, because there was no way he could have missed that when one of his smooth thighs was right on top of it. "Yeah," he groaned. "I want to see it, please, sir." He reached down between us and squeezed the lump in my boxers. I almost wailed, it felt so good. Then he lifted the elastic and let my straining cock out. "Aww..." I moaned, almost swooning. "We - we shouldn't..." "My dad said it was OK," he whispered. I could feel his lips grazing mine. We were almost kissing. "I'm not sure this is what he had in mind," I pointed out. He grinned. "He said have fun. He said yes to everything." He pushed my underwear further down my thighs. My cock rose to its full size between us. "Jesus Christ," he groaned. "I always knew you were big, but sir...!" "I do alright," I said. He laughed breathily. "Yeah, bloody hell, yeah. I've never seen one so big. Well, in porn, but..." "Not in gym class?" I asked, teasing. "Hah! No. No one in our class even comes near." I shrugged. "You're all 12, so..." He looked back up at my face. "Do you like mine?" he asked. "Yeah," I said huskily. "Yours is perfect." It was. He was thick and medium length, completely straight. It looked monstrously huge on him because he was still a boy. "Thanks," he said, glancing up at me through his lashes. His cheeks were flushed red with excitement. "Mine's the biggest in our class." "I can believe that," I said. I ran a finger up the underside to the head, watching a drop of precome appear. "Awww!" he groaned. "Horny?" I laughed. "Yeah," he said, answering seriously. He licked his lips, staring at me. Lord, he was pretty, and he was staring at me like I was chocolate ice cream. "Hang on," he said, diving under the blanket. "Lift up." I obeyed, and he pulled my underwear all the way off and threw it on the floor. Then he crawled up my body again and lined his cock up with mine. We both groaned like wounded animals when he pressed down. I cupped his arse and pressed up against him, and he whined into my ear. We smelled of sweat now, which drove what I was doing home for me. It was the smell of sex. What was I doing? He was 12! I had to stop. Fuck, I had to stop. Before I could make myself do anything, he groaned, "Aw, God, God, fuck, sir, please don't stop, please, it feels... aww... feels fantastic, sir..." I was helpless. I just kept pressing myself against his much smaller body. We were both getting close. "Ah... nnh... I-I think we should make this more fun," he said, lifting his head off my chest to look at me. "OK," I said. "What do you want?" He grinned, showing me his even, white teeth, and scampered off the bed. Wow. Look at that. A totally naked, super-hot boy with a massive erection. I grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. "Here," he said, holding up a small tube. "See?" I looked, alright. I looked at him in all his slim, smooth, tan, footie boy glory. What a vision. He must have realised what I was thinking, because he grinned, locked the door - good thinking - and crawled back into bed with me. "What's this? Lube?" I asked, looking at the tube. "Why do you have this?" "For wanking, of course," he said. "Some of the other lads use it, too." Huh. Imagine that. I almost asked which lads, just out of curiosity, but then I was distracted when he squeezed a fat dollop onto his fingers and reached behind himself. "I - what?!" I asked. "You're not - you don't mean -" He grinned. Fuck, he was so charming when he did that. He'd be an absolute killer when he grew up. "Yeah," he said. "I want you to fuck me, sir." "Tom," I said, ignoring how my cock throbbed. "You're far too small for that. I'm really big and you're only 12." "Psshaw," he said. "I've done this before, sir. Trust me." He must have seen the surprise on my face, because he laughed. "With who?" asked. "It's 'with whom', sir," he said with a smirk. "My sexy English teacher told me." I rolled my eyes, charmed despite myself. "We stop if it hurts," I said. He smiled, knowing he'd won. "It won't. Even though you've made off with some poor donkey's cock." I laughed. "Glad you like it." "Fucking knew you'd be huge," he mumbled, almost to himself. "Just always knew." "You've thought about it?" I asked. He grinned, a little wobbly because of what he was doing with his fingers. "Yeah. Loads of times. Fucking a teacher's my favourite fantasy, and you're the only proper fuckable one we have." I groaned, closing my eyes. That was too hot to think about. "You want to know something, sir?" he asked, slicking up my cock - which threatened to end things far too soon. "W-what?" He grinned, looking stunningly handsome. "I wanked in your class last week thinking about it." "What?" I asked. "But - how?" "In my pants," he said. "You know, with my hand in my pocket. Made a mess." "Yeah, it would," I laughed. "Really?" "You wore that blue shirt," he moaned, closing his eyes. "Makes your arms look... Mmmm..." He opened his eyes again and smeared more lube on me. "Didn't mean to," he said. "Just got hard and kept playing with it, and then suddenly, wham. I shot loads. Lucky it didn't show through." "That's hot," I said. He grinned, delighted. Then he wiped his hand on his discarded t-shirt and crawled over me. He sat on his knees, his feet against my thighs. This was about to happen. It was real. I could hardly breathe. "Hnh," he sighed when the head of my cock touched his arse. "It's - this is impossible," I whispered. He was so small compared to me, and he was right about my size. I am big. He didn't even bother to reply, but the look he gave me said enough about what he thought about my doubts. He held my cock in his right hand and bore down slightly. It was seriously impossible. There was just no way. "We can just do something else," I said. "Shut the fuck up," he said. "Sir." It occurred to me that the more I said he couldn't, the harder he'd try, so I said nothing. My cock pressed against his opening, but it wouldn't go in. I was about to call the whole thing off, but then the head slowly entered. "Oh my God," I gasped. He looked in deep concentration. His pretty face was twisted in a frown, and his mouth was open. A full inch sunk inside. "Ah, fuck," he groaned. "Does it hurt? Should we stop? We can -" I began. His blue eyes opened, and he stared at me with intense focus as he sunk down another inch. "Oh my God," I gasped again. He smiled. "Told you, sir," he said. "I've done this before. Don't move. I have to go slow because you're a horse down there." "Yeah, go... go slow..." I whispered. Slowly he sunk another inch inside. Then he leaned forward, planted his palms on my chest, and moved a little, fucking himself gently on my cock. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Alright?" I whispered. "Yeah," he whispered back. "You?" "Feels brilliant." He grinned and opened his eyes. While looking at me, he sat back and steadily sunk three inches inside in one go. The only sign of it on his face was a slight parting of his kissable lips. "Fuck, that's amazing," I said. "Sir, sir, you used a bad word," he teased me. He reached behind himself and felt how much was still to go. I didn't think the rest was going in. He'd already taken much more than I'd thought he could. I reached up and wiped some sweat off his upper lip with a finger. "You're so sexy," I said. He preened and smiled while I put my hands on his hips and arse. He was sweating. No wonder. "Here we go," he groaned and sunk further down. I struggled to breathe. It felt so good. "Bloody hell," I croaked. "You're very impressive." He grinned. His cock had risen from half hard back to full hardness now. I couldn't help but stare at him, every little, beautiful bit, up close and naked and touchable. I ran my hands over him, which he liked, hmm'ing. He threw his head back. I saw him swallow, his throat working, and then he took the final inch. His arse rested on my body. "Aw, Gawd," he groaned. "I can feel it in my throat...!" I couldn't speak. I was so surprised and it felt too good. I drop ran down his erection. I wished I could have licked it off. Carefully I raised my knees, which brought him forward. He lay down on me, and it brought us face to face. "OK?" I whispered. "Yeah," he nodded. "This is fucking hot, sir." I ran my hands up his flanks and through his soft, brown hair. Then I kissed him. We'd not done that before, but it turned out that he liked it. He kissed me back, and when I licked his lips, he opened his mouth and let me inside. I ran my tongue over his, slick and slow. He groaned deep in his chest and threw his arms around my neck. He opened wide for me, wanting more. It was a bit messy, but neither of us cared about a little saliva on our faces. He tasted great. Chewing gum, the green kind the kids like at the moment. Like that, still with my tongue down his throat, I started fucking him. I was gentle, went slow, tested the waters. He moaned and tightened his arms around me, sliding his tongue over mine. OK, he liked it. He was properly lubed. His entire arse was slick. I vaguely worried about the linen, but I didn't actually give much of a fuck just then. I was just happy that it meant I could fuck him and not worry about hurting him. He moved with me, encouraging me to do it a little harder. We communicated with our movements, because we were still kissing like kids who'd just discovered it. Maybe he just had, but I doubted it. He was clearly an old hand at all this. He was the one to break the dirty kiss, but it was only to say, "Not so loud, sir, they'll hear", before he dove back in. Oh God. Had I been loud? I was probably moaning. I tried to keep it down, but I was basically out of my mind with lust, so who knows if I succeeded. I slid my hands up his smooth, slim back and down to cup his arse, feeling where I pushed into him. I increased the pace a bit and went deeper. "Awww, yeah," he groaned, breaking the kiss. "That's good. Right there, sir. That feels... brilliant..." "I want to lick you all over," I said truthfully. He giggled and buried his face in my sweaty hair. The bed creaked. I could only hope the pouring rain meant the other students wouldn't hear. "Uh, uh, uh, unh, ah," he gasped as I fucked him. His eyes shone with sexual passion. "You're so hot, sir. Fuck, it feels good!" "Can you come like this?" I asked, because I was getting close. "Hah, yeah!" he said. "Usually do. Hnnh. Unnh. Uh!" "Amazing," I sighed, licking his sweaty neck. He lifted his head, giving me access. "Love these, so hot," he mumbled, squeezing my biceps. "So you're gay, eh?" I laughed. "Ah, ah, y-yeah," he gasped. "S-some of the lads say they're bi or - or - oh, fuck, that's awesome like that, sir, or they're pan or wh-whatever, but not me, I'm 100% gay." "Cool," I said. I was laying into him now, really giving him what I had. He was too young and too small for that, really, and I'd be worried about it except that he loved it, slamming himself back at me, make a little breathy moan every time I pushed in. He chased my mouth, breathing hard, laughing when I tried to escape, but I soon let him catch me and kiss me. It was a good thing, too, because not long after, he started shaking and whining, and then he went taut, squeezing my dick, grinding himself on me, and then he screamed into my mouth and started shooting all over us. He really unloaded. His cock jerked with each shot, and he painted white stripes all over my chest. He even hit both of us in the face, which I found so hot that I almost came. I was covered in sperm, one of my students' sperm. It was so wild. "Oh God," he said when he had emptied himself. His voice was full of awe. "That was a big one, sir!" "Amazing," I whispered. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, smearing come all over it. He was still impaled to the root on me. Some sperm ran down his chest. "Next time I want to be on my back," he said. "I best you can really fuck me like that." "Yeah," I groaned, almost on the edge just because he said 'next time'. "You could hold my ankles and do it like you want," he said, starting to ride me, and Jesus Christ, he knew what he was doing. I struggled not to moan like a bitch in heat. "I bet you'd make me see stars like that." "Yeah," I groaned, running my fingers all over his skinny chest and waist. I felt his muscles shifting as he rode me. "Is this good?" he asked with a small smirk that told me he knew the answer. "Oh yeah," I groaned. "Like you wouldn't believe. I'm going to come soon." "Cool," he whispered. "Just unload, sir." I swallowed, nodding. So close, so close, but he didn't increase the pace, just kept going at that maddening tempo that drove me out of my mind. He was wet, tight and hot, and every little movement took my breath away. "Love these," he said, running his fingertips over my abs. "So hot." The water continued to drip into his bed a few feet away. I dimly noticed. Hopefully no one else was getting wet. Hopefully none of the students would come looking for me to do something about it, because I was just about to come inside the arse of a hot 12-year-old boy who was also my student. I was about to blow, and I couldn't believe this was happening. "Aw, fuck, fuck," I groaned. He grinned. He knew what it meant. Finally he went faster. My fingers dug into his arse and I reared back, coming with a blinding flash of white light in my brain. I heard myself making a too-loud raspy moan, but all I was aware of was the explosion of pleasure as I came, shooting again and again inside his small arse. It went slicker as I shot. It took me a while to come back to reality. I was heaving for breath. "...next time as well," he was saying. I'd missed the first part. "I want to see you shoot. I bet it's really impressive. What do you think about that, sir?" "About what?" I asked, struggling for breath. He laughed. "Me sucking you off! I want to see you shoot!" "Oh, yeah, OK," I laughed. All I could think about was his pretty face and porcelain skin streaked with my come. "That could be arranged." He grinned and slowly sat up, releasing my still-hard cock. His was flaccid now. He crawled over me and pulled the blanket up from the floor and arranged it over us. I put an arm around him and pulled him close. We were sweaty and filthy and warm. I turned off the light. "Night," I said. "Night, sir," he replied, his breath tickling my ear. "Sir?" "Mm?" "Will I get an A now on the next test, sir?" he asked, laughter in his voice. "The next test hasn't even been set, Tom." "I know, but... Will I get an A now?" I chuckled. "Yeah, you'll get an A." He sighed happily and burrowed closer. "I'm going to fucking ace your class from now on." **** Let me know if you liked the story! I have a new email: greatelkimmomajor@proton.me Check out my other stories: "The Sight of Jacob" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-sight-of-jacob "Film Project in School" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/film-project-in-school "Naked With Ethan At a Motel" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/naked-with-ethan-at-a-motel "He's Annoying Again, Dad" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/hes-annoying-again-dad "Blowing a Kid on a Train" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/blowing-a-kid-on-a-train "Horny Babysitter Meets Horny Boy" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/horny-babysitter-and-horny-boy "Jon Is Not So Little Anymore" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/jon-is-not-so-little-anymore