Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2020 18:03:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: jonjonleprechaun@comcast.net
Subject: Sixth grade Josh

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SIXTH GRADE JOSH

	Sixth grade boys are an interesting bunch.  They're 11-12 years
old, and many are just starting puberty.  When I was twelve, I was very shy
and reserved.  Partly because I held a big secret: I was discovering my
attraction to other boys.  Probably because of this, I've been attracted to
boys this age ever since.

       When I was in my twenties, I taught 6th-grade special education
Math, in addition to one period of study skills, for a couple of years;
almost all of my students were boys.  Every group was filled with
testosterone-filled banter, jokes about farts, and assorted actions that
pushed my limits of tolerance.  But I loved it, and secretly wished that I
could be as free.  I longed to be one of them, much as I had when I was
their age.

       One year, I had a student named Josh.  I think it would be easy to
say that he was my favorite student of all time.  He had personality; he
was cute; and even though from day one he was obviously well into the
beginning throes of puberty, he still had some of the carefree and innocent
attitude of younger boys.

       As the Fall trimester moved along, it seemed to me that Josh was
developing kind of a crush on me.  He began to always make sure that he sat
right next to me at the group table; he would often lean against me "so he
could look at my book/paper"; and while most of his peers gave me a fist
bump in greeting/separating, Josh started giving me hugs that lasted longer
as time went on.  Not that I minded!

       Spring that year started overly warm.  Josh started wearing baggy
athletic shorts every day, and I immediately noticed two things: he
apparently never wore underwear under them and, when sitting next to me, he
had a habit of constantly touching himself (both through and inside his
shorts).  I knew these things, because he had a perpetual erection bouncing
around in his shorts that he didn't notice (or didn't care) that others
would spot.

       One particularly warm day, Josh was the only other person sitting on
my side of the table.  Several times during our half-hour group session, I
looked over and saw that he had his hand up the leg opening of his shorts
and was obviously stroking himself.  A few times, he had his erection
pulled out of his shorts, giving me an unobstructed view of his 4"er topped
with a thin strip of dark hairs around the base above a pair of smooth and
still smallish balls.  My eyes were in boy heaven!  When the warning chime
on my phone went off, signaling the end of our group, I looked at Josh's
face; he was smiling at me, as he watched me watching his little show.  He
gave me a little wink, put his package back in place inside his shorts,
stood up and walked out the door.  Thank goodness the next half hour was my
prep, with no students, so I could calm myself down!



       This became a daily occurrence for the next few weeks.  I was amazed
that Josh never shot off during these sessions, but I guess he had been
jerking off long enough that he had learned how to control it.

	One Saturday in May, I sent the afternoon in my classroom planning
lessons.  It was another overly warm day, so not surprisingly I had the
entire school to myself.  One of my widows looked out into the parking lot,
so I got to enjoy the view of shirtless boys riding their bikes around it.
Many of them showed off their underwear as they stood up and leaned over
their handlebars (a view I never tire of).

       At one point, I noticed one of the boys was Josh.  I realized this
because the boy was showing off a good bit of asscrack as he pedaled around
the lot!  My mind wandered to him, jerking himself off as he sat next to
me, and I followed suit as my work laid untouched, my mind occupied with
thoughts of his naked boy boner and views of his naked ass occupied my
consciousness.

	After a while, Josh was the only one in the parking lot.  When he
looked over at my window, I waved to him and he waved back.  Then he
dropped his bike on the curb, walked over to my window, and leaned through
the open window.

	"Hey Mr. B, whatcha doing?"  I got up and walked over to him.

	"Just getting some work done," I told him.  "You having fun riding
your bike?"

	"Yeah," he grinned at me, "but now I'm all hot and tired."  He
wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead and brushed his hair out of his
face.  The sick-sweet smell of boy sweat, a smell that I enjoyed,
practically poured off of him.  "Can I come in and get a drink of water,
maybe kick back a bit with you?"

	Normally I'd have to refuse such a request, as administrators
frowned upon that kind of "fraternizing" between students and staff.  But I
knew no one else was here, and was sure no one else would be coming here
today.  "Sure, Josh, go meet me by the gym door and I'll let you in."  When
I opened the door to him and saw him standing upright before me, mt eyes
lingered on the front of his shorts which were slung so low on his hips
that one good sneeze would likely leave him completely naked.  We walked
together to my classroom, and he immediately went to the sink and guzzled
water for several minutes (my eyes never leaving his once-again
half-exposed asscheeks).  He turned around, and the better lighting in here
helped me realize that the tent in front of his shorts was probably all
that was keeping them up.  That little smirk of his returned as he realized
where my eyes were, and he reached down and rubbed it.

	"You know, Josh, it's easy for me to see you doing that when you're
sitting next to me during groups."  He laughed, and continued rubbing
himself.  "Aren't you afraid that other kids might see you doing that?"

	Josh gave a shrug, that little smirk still playing on his lips.
"Don't matter, a bunch of them've seen it.  And I seen theirs!"  He was now
standing right in front of me.  I laid a hand on his bare shoulder (it was
still warm to the touch from the sun), and we looked each other right in
the eyes.

	"Oh?  Have you done anything else with them, besides show off your
boners for each other?"  I noticed that me, his teacher, using the word
boner with him didn't even faze him.  He gave a nod.

	"Tony and me jerked each other off a buncha times. And I sucked off
Bryan and Michael and Manuel last summer, when we had a sleepover for
Bryan's birthday."  I knew all four of them; Manuel didn't surprise me at
all, I always had a hunch that h played around with other boys, but the
others did.  Josh picked up on my reaction, and gave a chuckle.

	"What, you didn't think that us boys play around like that?  Didn't
you ever do stuff when you were a kid?"  I only struggle for a moment with
whether or not to get into such a discussion with this student, as I'm sure
this encounter with him would be leading to much "worse."

	"Oh, I'm sure I did lots of things with other boys growing up that
you've never even heard or dreamed of before!"  He nodded.

	"I KNEW it!"  He gave a little jump, and clapped his hands
together.  The tent in his shorts bounced around obscenely, and I began to
wonder how it would feel like, in my hand, in my mouth, in my...  "I always
wondered what it would be like to play around with a man.  I'm glad I
figured out it would be you."

	"How did you know THAT, Josh?"  I had always figured that I hid my
love of boys from everyone else well.  But then, I never figured on a boy
like Josh coming along.

       "Easy.  I noticed the rainbow shit on your Jeep.  And I saw the way
you looked at me and the other boys in group from the first day.  And," he
gave a few quick long strokes on the tent in his shorts," I know you always
watch me do this in group, and you never told me to stop."

       I grinned.  "So, you planned this all out, you little monkey?"  Josh
nodded his head emphatically.  I decided to push things along, see where
this could lead.  "Did you have anything else planned?"

       The expression on Josh's face became more serious, he looked
directly into my eyes, and then he reached over to grasp my hand and pulled
it to his groin.  I grasped it and felt the hardness within, and then I
released it and stepped back.  "I'd better close the blinds and lock the
door.  We don't want to chance being seen."  I went over and locked the
classroom door from the inside, and then went around and closed all the
windows and blinds tight.  When I turned around, Josh had shucked his
shorts and tossed off his shoes.  He stood there by my desk completely
nude, his 4" hardon pointing up towards his belly.  I licked my lips and
walked over to him.

       I sat down on my chair, Josh walked up and stood between mgt
spread-apart legs, and for the first time in several years I got to feel a
barely-pubescent boy's penis in my hand.  It was a silky-smooth (except for
his sparse pubic ring) iron rod inside of its loose skin (he was cut, which
I preferred), and I fondled it and rubbed it slowly.  After a minute, he
stepped back.

       "Your turn!"  He reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.  I
sat there and let him begin to undress me; soon my shirt got tossed across
the room, and he spent a few moments running his hands all over my smooth
chest and abdomen (I'm mostly hairless there naturally, but keep what hairs
do appear shaved down).  He even pushed my arms in the air one at a time,
and spent a few seconds tickling at the hairs there.

       Then Josh told me to stand up.  As soon as I did, he
unbuttoned/unzipped and pushed down my shorts.  After I kicked them off and
stood up, Josh looked at the crotch of my red bikini FOTL briefs, which
were stretched to contain my thick 7" erection.  He gasped, reached out a
hand, and began lightly running his fingers all over it.

       "It's HUGE!"  I had been leaking precum for several minutes, which
had caused a silver-dollar wet spot just under the waistband.  Josh touched
it, rubbed the stickiness between two fingers, and giggled.  "You're
leaking!"

       Josh knelt down, opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tried
sliding my bulbous cockhead into his mouth.  I knew that I would only be
good for two (maybe three) rounds, and that I wanted this experience to
last as long as possible, so I pushed him back and lifted him to his feet.
He got a crushed look on his face, and his lower lip began to quiver.

       "B-b-but I th-thought you w-wanted..."  I smiled at him and caressed
his cheek with my fingers, then draped a hand across his shoulders and led
him towards our group table as I told him of my plan.

       "Josh, I can tell that you're able to shoot.  And you're twelve, so
can do that a bunch of times.  But I'm older, and will, only be able to
shoot two or three times before I'm empty until tomorrow.  So we're going
to start with you."  We reached the table, I led him to sit in his usual
seat, and I knelt before him.  He got a shocked/pleased look on his face.

       "Y-you mean YOU'RE gonna suck ME off???  No one ever sucked ME off
before!"  And with that he sat back with his legs spread wide, his boy
boner standing tall and practically throbbing.  I nodded, then got him all
situated: hips pulled forward so he was barely still sitting on the chair,
his bare feet on my bare shoulders, and his knees pushes as far apart as
they would go.  I knew his first time wouldn't last long, so I went for it
to bring him off for the first time in someone else's mouth.  Quickly my
lips were pressed against his crotch, his boner buried as deep in my mouth
as it would go.  The taste was exquisite!  I slid my tongue out, and bathed
each of his balls in turn, as I sucked on his boner like a vacuum.  Josh's
body began bouncing around, so I wrapped my arms around his waist to hold
him still enough that I could work him over without him falling out of my
mouth/out of his chair.  He moaned and groaned loudly, his hands running
all through my hair; within a minute, I recognized the panting breath and
jerky body movements of an impending eruption.

       Impending orgasms can make a 12yo boy strong!  Despite my (trying
to) hold him still with my arms wrapped around him, Josh began thrusting
into my mouth harder and harder, as if trying to shave his whole midsection
down my throat.  I released him a little and let him batter my tonsils
until, after letting out a high-pitched squeal, he thrust into me one last
time and then stayed buried in my mouth to the hilt.  His whole body
shuddered, and I felt three smallish spurts fill my mouth with the
sweetest-tasting watery boycum ever.

       I continued milking Josh's still-hard boy boner, until he gave a
squeak and pushed me away.  Licking my lips, I looked up at his now sweat-
and tear-streaked face with its weak smile.  Josh would have slid off of
his chair onto the floor, had I not pushed him back on it.  Then he sat
back with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, for several minutes.

       "WOW, that...  was... AWESOME!  Can you do that again,
PLEEEEEEEEAAAASSSSE???"  Smiling, I nodded and then went down on him again.
This time, I took my time, both for his benefit and for mine.

       I started off by attacking his nipples with my mouth (lips, tongue,
and teeth).  He obviously had never done any playing with nipples before;
and as he was a bit ticklish, he was soon squealing/laughing/screeching in
a combination of ecstasy, agony, and misery.  After licking my way back
down south (including spending a few minutes rimming out his belly button,
which caused another round of ecstatic agony), I licked up and down his
hard pole.  This included teasing his piss slit, forcing it open with my
tongue tip, and rubbing my tongue and then a fingertip across it; this
drove him wild, even causing him to let loose with a few sprays of boypee
(he apologized, but I assured him it was more than fine with me).

       Josh's balls were next.  I played with them a bit as I was praying
homage to his penis, and then I prayed homage to each ball in my mouth.  He
practically jumped out of his seat the first time I carefully chewed on
them with lips/gums and just a little teeth, but I knew he would likely
react that way and had my arms firmly wrapped around his waist and the
chair to keep him in place.

       Then I moved even further south.  But to do so I lifted him up and
sat him on the table, pushed his upper body back onto it, pulled him until
his asscheeks were right on the edge, and pushed his knees to his chest.

       "Hook your arms behind your knees, Josh, and hold them tight."  I
helped him get in the right position, with his knees to his outer chest,
and then pushed his feet apart.

       "W-What are you gonna do?"  I just smiled at him, and lowered my
face again to his boy bits.  A quick tongue bath of each part, then I slid
my tongue along his perineum.  He gave a little squeal.  When I slid my
tongue down and swiped it right across his exposed anus, he gasped.
"T-that's my b-butthole!"  As I assailed his until-now virginal nether
regions, he let forth with a litany of sounds rarely heard from a boy.
Once I was satisfied that it was sufficiently relaxed, as well as saturated
with spit, I slid back up and went back to work on his again-throbbing
pole.

       This time, I took a long time sliding it into my mouth.  I engulfed
the head, sucked on it for a bit (while teasing his piss slit), then
released it; slid the head and first inch of shaft back in, sucked it like
a straw, and released it; slid the head and two inches of shaft back in...

       This was driving Josh crazy, as I don't think he had ever been
teased and edged like this before.  He kept trying to thrust himself all
the way into my mouth, but I wouldn't let him.  He urged me to `suck his
whole dick all the way', but I wouldn't.  When I finally did, he let loose
with the most pleasure-filled groan.  I know knew that all of his attention
was completely focused on his erection.

       With Josh's boy boner buried in my mouth (and his attention focused
there), I slid several fingers from one hand into my mouth alongside his
shaft.  I then ran my spit-slickened pointer finger down along his perineum
(which was also slick with my dripping spit), and felt little micro shivers
to my teasing.  When that finger reached his still-spit slickened anus, I
spent a minute or so stroking it and gently applying a slight pressure.
His opening tightened and relaxed in time with his thrusts into my mouth;
during one deep relaxation, I pushed in and slid that finger all the way
into him.

       Josh audibly sucked in a deep breath, I heard him utter a sound that
seemed part surprise and part discomfort, and I felt his anal ring strangle
my finger.  After giving him a moment to get used to the intrusion I felt
around with my fingertip until I located his little prostate bump, and then
started vigorously stroking it.  His whole body went wild: a series of
high-pitched squeals, his hips bounced forcefully back and forth, and his
arms flailed around futilely.  Within seconds of forcing a second slick
finger into him he ground his groin against my face, I felt both his
boypole and his anus pulsate, and then I once again tasted his thin boycum
spray into my mouth.

       Josh's whole body melted down onto the table.  I continued to gently
suckle on his boner (which, amazingly, remained as hard as steel) and slid
my two fingers in and out of his now totally- relaxed anal opening.  I even
wedged the tip of a third finger in him, but he complained, so I slowly
slid them all out.  After releasing his hardon from my mouth, I laid next
to him on the table (which groaned under our combined weight, but held) and
felt his naked body snuggle against mine.

       After giving him a few moments to recuperate I reached over, cupped
Josh's package (he was STILL hard), and fondled him.  He soon followed
suit, and touched my hard 7"er for the first time (he was JUST able to wrap
his fingers all the way around it).  Then he sat up and turned towards me,
a wide grin spread across his face.

       "Now it's YOUR turn!"  With that Josh pushed me over onto my back
with one hand, held my hard cock up in the air with the other, leaned over,
and put his lips against the top of my cockhead and began swirling his
tongue all over it. My freshman year in college, on a dare I got a PA with
a large-gauge ring through my cockhead; I ended up hating it, and had it
removed a few years later, but forever after my piss slit remained
constantly gapping open.  Josh zeroed in on this, and managed to force a
few mm's of the tip of his tongue in there; the stimulation (of his tongue
physically up my urethra and the thought of a boy's tongue being inside of
me like that) was electrifying.  That, his hand sliding rapidly up and down
my hard shaft, and his lips (and some teeth) working away on my cockhead
had me rushing towards a massive orgasm much quicker than usual.  I decided
to not warn him, and just let nature take its course.  And within two
minutes, I felt the signs of no return.

       "Uuuhhh...  Aaarrrhhh...  FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" I yelled out as I thrust
my hips up, forcing my whole cockhead into his mouth, as I exploded in an
earth-shattering orgasm.  Five, six, seven strong spurts. And with my
cockhead completely filling his mouth, my cum had nowhere to go but right
into his throat. He coughed and gagged trying to keep up, but he managed
(with only a little bit spurting out of his nose).

       Josh released me and sat up, grinning down at me with cum dripping
from his nose and coating his lips.  He licked them, and smacked his lips.
"Yum!"  Then he laid down on top of me with his head on my chest, his
still-hard boy boner rubbing against my wilting (but still semi-hard) cock.
I wrapped my arms around him, kissed the top of his head, and held him
tightly against me.

       "Wow, Josh, you really DO know how to suck a cock!  Was that your
first taste of mancock and mancum?"  He lifted his head up and turned it to
look at me, grinned and nodded, then laid his head back down.  We laid
there like that for several minutes, just holding each other in post
man-boy coital bliss.  I thought maybe he had fallen asleep, but he
immediately began to coo and lightly moan when I started running my hands
all over his back and buttocks.  He even spread his legs apart, and moaned
louder when my fingertips trailed along his crack and over his still-moist
anal opening (telling me he probably would allow me to explore back there
further).

       When Josh lifted his head and stared into my eyes, I slid a hand up
to cradle his head and then pulled his face towards mine.  We shared our
first kisses; little pecks at first, then real ones.  He gave a surprised
gasp the first time I slid my tongue into his mouth, but then caught on
quickly, and eagerly engaged in a tongue duel.

       A few minutes later, I grasped his buttocks in my hands and pulled
them up towards my head.  Josh continued kissing me until this action
forced our heads apart.  He sat upright as I slid his bottom up, until he
was sitting between my shoulder blades.  I lifted my head, and nuzzled his
ball sac.  Pushing his knees apart and down until he was straddling my
chest, I then pushed up on his hips so that he rotated up until his boy
balls rested on my lips.  My mouth opened, I engulfed them both, and began
gently chewing on them.

       When I placed a hand on the middle of his back and pushed, Josh
leaned over my head.  I released his balls and licked up the shaft and
flicked my tongue against his cockhead.  Josh immediately got the idea; he
pulled his hips back slightly until his cock was pointed into my open
mouth, and then thrust forward to drive his boner into my mouth.  My head
lowered back onto the table and he followed with his body, then began to
face fuck me from above.  I just lay there with my mouth open and lips
sealed around his shaft, and let him do all the work.

       For the next ten minutes Josh slid his cock in and out of my mouth,
alternating between quick rabbit thrusts and slow glides in and out.  After
cumming twice in the past hour or so, even a twelve-year-old takes a while
for the third go-around (not that I minded at all, I loved worshiping his
boy cock AND it gave me the time I needed to fully recharge).

       My hands, however, did not remain idle.  I started by running them
up and down his back, then around his hips, and then I grasped and fondled
his buttcheeks.  Finally I slid my fingertips into his crack, and zeroed in
again on his anus (I found it still moist from my earlier explorations).
His opening was still relaxed enough that my first finger slid all the way
in easily.  After finger fucking him for a minute (this time I left his
little prostate nub alone, as I didn't want to bring him off yet), I forced
a second finger in.  I rotated them around in both directions, and
scissored them apart, and then began forcing a third finger in.  This
caused a slight change in his pelvic thrusts in and out of my mouth, and he
let out a loud groan.  Enough to tell me that he was struggling to
accommodate me back there, but not that he couldn't handle it.

       Time to bring him off again.  I wrapped my other arm around his hips
and forced him all the way into my mouth, and then began sucking his hard
boycock like a Hoover while also stroking his prostate.  His squeals and
moans and breath-sucking soon grew louder, telling me that he was
approaching another boygasm.  I felt his body quiver and his anus tighten
around my fingers in preparation, and he gave out a pleasure-filled groan.
When his opening relaxed as he spurted one thin watery jet into my mouth, I
forced my pinky finger into him as well, rotating all four fingers and
spreading them apart to open him up as much as I could.

       Josh collapsed again, this time onto my head, his now-wilting dick
slipping out of my mouth.  I kept my fingers in his ass, moving them around
to keep him loosened up, and he let out a low moan every so often.  My
dick, which had softened after he finished sucking me off, had hardened
again in anticipation as I sucked him and prepared his ass. After a few
minutes, he spoke.

       "Do you have your whole hand up my butt?" he giggled weakly.  But I
noticed that he didn't complain, and didn't try to dislodge me.

       "Nope, just four fingers," I replied.

       "Are you gonna fuck me now?"  I lifted my chin and looked up at him;
he had lifted his head off of the table, and turned it to look at me.  It
looked like he was smiling.

       "I want to, is that ok?"  He nodded.

       "Will it hurt?"  I nodded.

       "Yes it will.  I loosened you up some with my fingers, so hopefully
you'll get used to it.  I'll try and take it easy on you."

       I slowly pulled my fingers out of Josh's ass, eliciting a low grunt
from him.  Then he sat up, a look of apprehension playing on his face.  I
reached up, and stroked his cheek with a finger.  He cringed in mock
horror.

       "EW, that's not one of the fingers that was just inside my butt, is
it?"  I laughed, and shook my head.

       "Nope, other hand.  Are you ready, Josh?"  He nodded, and looked
back at my hard cock.  "I think it will work best for you to squat above my
cock, like you're sitting on it, and lower yourself down onto it at your
own pace.  Go as slow as you want."

       Quickly, Josh got up and got into position.  I pointed my hard cock
up into the air, and he straddled it.  Once he was positioned with his
spit-wet hole resting on my slick head, we looked at each other.

       "Ready?"

       Josh nodded.

       "Ok, now.  Take a deep breath, push out like you're going to take
the world's biggest shit (he snickered at that), and then push down.  Go as
slow as you can handle."

       Josh nodded again, took a loud breath, and then I felt him push
down.  Immediately my cockhead started to open him up, he grunted and
stopped, and then kind of bounced down.  My whole cockhead popped into him
(along with the first inch or two of shaft), his hole strangling my cock
(the tightness was intense).  He gave a yelp and stopped again, and then
leaned forward with his hands on my chest.

       I reached up and stroked his cheek as before.  Josh had his eyes
closed, a strained look on his face, and was breathing heavily.  Thinking
back to my own first time (just a couple of years older than him), how much
it hurt but how much I wanted it, I just lay still and let him adjust to
it.

       "Take your time, Josh. I'll just lie here, and you go on whenever
you're ready."  He opened one eye, peered down at me, and managed a half
smile.  Then he took a deep breath, pushed himself up a little bit, and
then thrust his hips down hard, burying my hard cock up his ass to the
hilt.

       I don't think I've ever heard somebody scream like Josh did.  He
kept his lower body still (although I could feel it quivering), with my
cock still in him, but he let his upper body collapse onto me and began
sobbing into my shoulder.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight,
lifted my head until my mouth was right above his ear, and whispered
encouragement to him.  After awhile his sobbing subsided, and then he sat
up.

       "Maybe you're not ready for me to be in there yet, Josh.  You want
to take it out, and try another time?"  He shook his head and raised his
hips up until just my head remained in him, then he slid back down.  The
pain was evident on his face; I gripped his hips, and slowed him down.

       "Easy there, tiger.  If you're going to do this, do it SLOWLY, until
the pain goes down."  I guided his hips up and down slowly.  This also
helped keep me from going over the edge too quickly.  After a few minutes
Josh slapped my hands away, and leaned back forward with his hands on my
chest.

       "Let me do it myself like this for a while."  Then he looked me in
the eye, and I saw that his trademark smirk was back.  "Then I want us to
switch positions, so you can fuck me real good."

       I raised my eyebrows, nervous about being able to do that without
really hurting him.  But he seemed determined to do this.

       Josh spent the next few minutes sliding up and down on my pole.
Slowly at first, and then he picked up speed until his buttcheeks were
slamming up and down and slapping my groin noisily.  I was just starting to
feel the first stirrings of my orgasm, when Josh stopped and sat in my lap.

       "Ok let's roll over now, and you fuck me.  But don't be gentle,
REALLY give it to me!"  I held him tight, and we rolled over so he was on
his back underneath me.  I raised my chest up and managed to fold his legs
under me, push his knees to his chest, and get his feet onto my shoulders.
Then I leaned down and kissed his lips.

       "Ok, Josh, here we go!"  I pulled my hips back until my cockhead
started opening him up from the inside, and then thrust all the way back
in.  After three more of those I pulled back until my cockhead popped all
the way out of him, and then I slammed it back home.  Josh cried out, but
also groaned in pleasure.  When I looked at him I saw tears again sliding
out of his eyes, but he looked back at me and smiled.

       I got a rhythm going, fucking him as hard as I dared.  The room
filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping and of our grunts and groans.
Josh's boycock was again hard, bouncing up and down in time to my thrusts,
slapping against his groin.  He left it alone, but I wondered if he would
cum again just from my fucking him.

       He did.  I heard him suck in his breath, saw his body tense up, and
felt his anus constrict my cock even more.  I changed to rabbit thrusts,
and watched him spray a few drops onto himself.  That sight, and the tight
stranglehold that his body had on my cock, pushed me over the edge.

       I held it in as long as I could, as I made a few last shaky thrusts,
and then I pushed all the way into him and held still.  I lost count how
many times I sprayed, coating his insides.  When I was done I lowered
myself onto my elbows, brought my face to his, and made love to his lips.



       Finally my wilting cock slid out of his ass.  Josh giggled.

       "I can feel your sperms leaking out of my butthole!"  I laughed at
the youthfulness of the way he put things.  Another thing I loved about
12-year-olds!

       "Stay here, don't move, while I get something to clean up with."  I
stood up and, holding my soft dick up so I didn't trail the last drops of
cum across the classroom floor, went to the sink and got the container of
wipes and trash can.  When the two of us, and the table, were sufficiently
clean, we started to get dressed.  Then Josh came to me and hugged me
tight, pulled my face down to his for another kiss, and stepped back with a
big smile on his face.

       "Can we do that again sometime?"

       "Of course!  But this has to stay between JUST us.  You can't
tell..."  Josh interrupted me.

       "I know, I'm not STUPID!"  I looked at the clock, saw how late it
was getting, and told Josh he better get home and that I'd see him in group
Monday morning.  He laughed, pulled the front of his shorts down, and waved
his boy package at me.

       "Like this!"  Then he laughed, stuffed himself back into his
clothes, and was gone.



       Josh got a bit more daring in group over the next two weeks, despite
my daily admonishments to be careful.  One day he took his shorts off when
he sat down, and spent the group naked from the waist down, playing with
his boner the whole time.  And once or twice, I was sure that he shot off
into his shorts while jerking himself off during the group lesson.

       Unfortunately, we never got together again for sex.  The third
Monday after our encounter, I came to school and was told that his family
had moved away over the weekend unexpectedly.

       I still hope against hope that one day, he'll walk through my
classroom door.