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Teacher's Toy
PROLOUGE
August 29, 1973
Grainerville YMCA
Clayton Maxwell entered the locker room of the YMCA, after he had finished his workout. He only had one more week, before he returned to teaching fulltime again. While he was looking forward to being around the objects of his desires, he also was not looking forward to the drudgery of teaching 11 and 12-year-old 6th grade children English. He would have much preferred an assignment as a Physical Education Teacher, but the English position was all that was available. He was also sexually frustrated, because in the 5 weeks that he had been living in the little hamlet of Bates Corners, he had been unable to establish a relationship with a pubescent boy.
His last young lover was still living in Rockford, and the truth of the matter was, that he was getting a little too developed to match Clay's taste. Clay was musing over his expectations to find a suitable boy, when he was startled by the sound of a trio of boys entering the locker room. He couldn't help, but to watch as they were undressing. They all were somewhere between 10 and 12 years old by the looks of them. They quickly shed their clothes giving Clay a chance to check them out.
The blonde and the redhead both were not yet showing any sign of development. Their little boy cocks were still thin and their balls were tiny. However, the third boy, with the dark brown hair was something else altogether. He was about 5 feet tall, slender with shoulder length hair. His cock was about 2 inches soft with a delightful ring of hair at the base. He was exactly the type of boy Clay desired. So, fresh and innocent now, but the type that would do anything if taught correctly. Clay couldn't help but to marvel at the boy's pert bubble butt, as the trio walked out of the locker room heading for the pool.
"Alas," thought Clay, "I shall not be so lucky, as to have that jewel in my classroom."
Chapter 1
September 12, 1973
Franklin Jordan checked his schedule for the 100th time. He was supposed to be in English, Room 302, Mr. Maxwell for 3rd period, so far, his first day at the Bennett Croman Middle School sucked. He and the rest of the 6th grade students had spent the morning in the auditorium listening to the President of the Board of Education, Superintendent of Education, President of the PTA and the Principal of Bennett Croman Middle School, all of them telling the students how lucky they to be attending school here, in this beautiful new facility. If Frankie heard `beautiful new facility' one more time, he was going to throw up. He checked the numbers above the doors, and he finally found Room 302.
The teacher was at the blackboard, when Frankie walked into the room. Frankie took a seat in the 3rd row towards the back, and he put his binder in the desk. When Mr. Maxwell turned to the class the first thing he noticed was Frankie.
"Oh my God," he thought, "the little jewel from the YMCA, right here in my class."
"Everyone find a seat," ordered Mr. Maxwell, "We only have a half hour to get introduced." He waited a few minutes for the students to settle down. "I am Mr. Maxwell, and I will be your English teacher for this year. I hope you like the desk you are sitting at now, because that will be where you will sit everyday unless I decide to move you. Before you ask, you may not change seats now. I am going to call roll, and then I will tell what to expect from me and what I will expect from you for this year."
Clay called the roll, and he marked each name on his seating chart. He made special note of Jordan, Franklin, row 3, 4th from the front. As soon as he had finished roll he stood in front of the room.
"Alright, as you all heard several times this morning from our distinguished guests and principal, this is a beautiful new facility. There is no gum chewing allowed, period. I do not allow horseplay in the classroom. You come in find your desk and get ready for class. Any questions so far? Good, now there will be homework regularly. It will be both exercises from the textbook I am about to handout and longer assignments to be completed over a period of time. You get one free pass with homework each term. By free pass, I mean it can be late without losing points. I expect you to be prepared for class every day. That means you have a working pen, paper and your textbook, with you. I will be available for help after school Monday through Thursday, just come see me so I know to expect you."
He went to the chalk board and wrote:
Grading is calculated as follows:
Exams 1/3 of your report card grade
Essays 1/3 of your report card grade
Quizzes 1/6 of your report card grade
Homework 1/6 of your report card grade
"Any questions about grading," asked Clay? "Alright, moving right along," said Clay, as he looked down at the seating chart. "Frank Jordan," he called, and pointed at Frankie, "Please, give everyone a textbook from the back table, and don't forget to keep one for yourself."
"Great," thought Frankie, "I sat here, so I wouldn't be noticed, and he picks me to hand out books."
"Yes, sir," replied Frankie, as he went to the table to get the books. The rest of the class period was spent passing out textbooks and completing the form regarding the condition and cost of replacement. As the students filed out of the room for their next class, Clay thought to himself.
"Patience Clay Patience, don't push things to hard, just let things fall into place."
October 4, 1973
In the first three weeks school had settled into a routine for both Frankie and Clay. Clay made it point not to appear overly interested in Frankie, and Frankie liked Mr. Maxwell as a teacher, but he harbored no special feelings for him. Frankie was a pretty average 12-year-old boy. He got along well his classmates and teachers. He did his homework, grudgingly, but he did do it each night. He was a little taller than most of his classmates, and he noticed, that he was more developed than most of his classmates while in the showers after gym class. He one of a few boys in his gym class that had any hair around his peter, and he more than any other boy.
On Monday, Mr. Maxwell's first essay was due, and Frankie had turned it in on time. As he was getting ready to leave English class on Wednesday, Mr. Maxwell called him to his desk.
"Frank," said Mr. Maxwell, "I have been going over the essays, and I think you could do a lot better than the one you turned in on Monday."
"Mr. Maxwell, I worked really hard on that essay," said Frankie, "It's even twenty more words then what you asked for."
"The length is not the problem," said Clay, "I want you to meet me here after school this afternoon, and we will go over your essay, and you will see the mistakes you made. So, I expect you will be here no later than 2:35, alright?"
"Okay Mr. Maxwell, I'll be here," said Frankie, "I'll have to call my mom and tell her I'm staying over."
"I'll tell you what," said Clay, "You give me your phone number, and I will call your Mother, and I'll let her know that you are staying for extra help and not for punishment."
"Thanks Mr. Maxwell, that would be great," said Frankie, and he wrote down his telephone number for his teacher.
At 2:25 the final bell rang, and there was the usual chaotic rush of students to the buses. Clay checked along the 300 Wing as he returned to his classroom. All the other teachers had departed for the day, and the entire wing was quiet. At 2:35 Frankie entered the room.
"Easy Clay, take it nice and easy, don't rush things," thought Clay. He took Frankie's essay off his desk, and motioned for the boy to have a seat at one of the desks in the front of the room. He pulled a chair over from one of the other desks, and he sat next to the boy. He placed the essay in front of Frankie.
"Now, Frank the first thing I want you to do is to go over the essay for simple errors. These are spelling, grammar and punctuation. Errors like these cost points, and they are easily fixed," said Clay. He watched, as Frankie carefully read over his work, and he was pleased, when the boys found the spelling mistakes. Clay took out his pen to use as a pointer, and he leaned over the desk. He put his other hand on Frankie's thigh.
"Very good Frank, you found all the simple errors. That means that you should take more time checking your work, before you turn it in," he said, as he started to rub the boy's inner leg. "Now, let's go over the content of your essay. What was the topic you were supposed to write about?" Clay moved his hand inside both of Frankie's thighs, and he saw the indication of Frankie getting hard under his pants. Frankie chewed his lips obviously reacting to Clay's touch.
"Ah, a memorable event that happened on my summer vacation," said Frankie, wondering what Mr. Maxwell was doing rubbing his legs like that. He wasn't used to being sexually stimulated. He had never thought about a man touching him, and he was more than a little embarrassed that he was getting aroused by Mr. Maxwell's touch.
"That is correct, Frank," said Clay, "You wrote about your week at Vacation Bible School, which if you are honest really isn't very memorable." Clay could see, that Frankie's erection was causing his pants to tent. Clay leaned loser to Frankie, and he put his other arm around the boy's shoulders. He put his head close to Frankie's, and he softly spoke into the tween boy's ear.
"I would have picked a much more vivid event, such as when I was at the YMCA, and I saw this very attractive boy in the locker room," said Clay, as he unbuttoned the short sleeve cotton shirt Frankie was wearing. "The boy had such nice brown tanned nipples," continued Clay, as he pushed open Frankie's shirt, and he started to caress the boy's nipples, which were already hard. Frankie was stunned, when Mr. Maxwell started to feel his chest, but he offered no resistance, as the teacher took his shirt off leaving him topless. "The boy is so sexy I couldn't help, but to think about him and how he looked so much nicer than the two friends that were with him," said Clay in an almost whisper. Clay bent down, and he untied Frankie's shoes, and slipped them and the boy's socks off. He turned Frankie's chair, so the boy was facing him.
Frankie watched as, Mr. Maxwell spread his legs open, and he resumed rubbing them softly through his pants. Mr. Maxwell didn't stop at the juncture of his legs, but continued up his hands sliding along the sides of his boner.
"Seems as though, we have something here that needs to come out," crooned Mr. Maxwell, "when I saw it at the Y it looked so good soft, that I can only imagine how awesome it is, when you are hard."
Frankie watched Mr. Maxwell unbuckle his belt, undo the fastener on the top of his pants and slide the zipper down. The teacher opened the sides of the boy's fly revealing the swollen bulge caused by the rigid penis inside the white BVD briefs. Frankie was almost paralyzed by the conflicting emotions racing through him. He didn't feel he was a queer, but he was so aroused by what was happening, that he couldn't stop it. He unconsciously raised his bottom up, as Mr. Maxwell pulled off his pants.
"You are so so sexy Frank," breathed Clay, as he slid his hands inside the leg bands of the student's briefs. He could feel the heat coming off the tween's ridged cock. He heard the youth moan. As he felt under the cotton briefs. He leaned forward and licked the hard boy nipples, as he stimulated the boy never touching the object he so desired. He pulled his hands back from under the boy's briefs.
"Frank stand up for me, please," said Clay, when Frank was standing he felt the boy's bubble butt. He pushed the back of the briefs down to uncover the smooth cheeks of Frank's ass. Frank looked down to see his brief bunched just over the base of his boner. There were some of his pubic hairs showing.
"Do you think it is time to take these off too, Frank?"
"I guess," said Frankie in hardly more than a whisper, and he watched, as the briefs were slipped down, and he stepped out of them when they fell on his feet. He stood in front of the teacher totally naked, with his 4 ½ inch boner standing up in front of him. The teacher rubbed behind his legs, and he felt him lift him and set him on the desk. He leaned back resting on his arms, as the man started kissing him on the neck working his way down the aroused tween. The boy sighed deeply, as he felt the teacher's tongue lift his balls one by one. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, the teacher licked the shaft of his dick, and when he took the head of it in his mouth the boy couldn't help but to moan.
Clay lowered his mouth over the shaft of Frankie's stiff boy cock, and he spread the boy's legs wider to get him used to exposing his hole. Clay purposely stayed away from the pink opening, not wanting to overwhelm the boy at first. Clay was pleased, that Frankie had so easily allowed him to get him naked. He could feel the heat rising in the boy's rigid cock, and he backed off, so Frankie wouldn't cum to soon. Clay licked and kissed inside the boy's thighs. He heard the boy moan, as he licked the smooth tween ball sac. After, he gave the boy enough time to back down from his orgasm, he took the boy cock back into his mouth.
Clay expertly manipulated the boy's cock with his mouth. Several times Clay brought the boy to the point of climax only to back off. After he had almost brought Frank to orgasm for the fifth or sixth time, he pulled his mouth off the boy's stiff cock, and he opened his pants letting his 6.5-inch circumcised cock free. Clay took Frank's hand, and he placed it on his cock.
"You are so hot, Frank, I know you have be to so close to cumming," said Clay, as he moved the boy's hand on his stiff cock, "I need to cum too. Do you think you can help me, after you get off?"
"Please, Mr. Maxwell, I'm so hard it hurts."
"Will you help me?"
"Yess, please, I got to shoot!"
Clay leaned over, and he took the rigid boy cock back into his mouth. He could feel the boy's pulse, as he expertly sucked him. Frank moaned, as his teacher brought him to climax. The boy went stiff. Then he arched his body, and he fired his load into the waiting mouth of his teacher. Frank could not believe how good it felt. His breath came in gasps, as his English teacher nursed the last of his jizz from his softening dick.
The tween boy's breathing returned to normal, as his cock wilted. He looked over at Mr. Maxwell, and he saw the teacher's erect cock sticking out of his pants. He remembered the promise he made, while Mr. Maxwell was sucking him. He wasn't sure, that he wanted to put a dick in his mouth, but he gave his word, and promises were meant to be kept. Frankie got off the desk, and he knelt in front of the teacher. He looked up at the man.
"You promise not to jizz in my mouth," asked Frankie
Clay was ecstatic, the most he had hoped for was for the boy to give him a hand job, but he was on his knees willing to give him a blow job.
"Okay, I will tap on your shoulder, when I am close," the teacher assured him.
Frankie took a deep breath, and he took the teacher's cock into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, and he started to suck.
"Whoa, easy Frank, you have to watch your teeth. Put your lips over them," instructed Clay.
Frank did, as he was told, and soon he was bobbing on the man cock. He tried to imitate what the teacher had done with him. He felt his cock stiffen, and he started to stroke it, as he sucked the teacher. Clay matched the boy's bobbing, pumping his hips. He saw the boy stroke his dick, as he was blowing him.
"Damn, this kid is getting into sucking my cock," thought Clay. Clay felt the increased pressure signifying he was close to cumming. He tapped the boy on his shoulder, and he tried to pull his cock out of his mouth. Frank kept sucking, and he felt the cock in his mouth swell. Clay's cock erupted, and Frank took the first volley in his mouth. The boy pulled off of Clay's cock, and he got the rest of the teacher's load in his face and on his chest. He stroked his cock faster, and he soon came again, just releasing thin dribble of boy jizz on his hand.
Clay looked down at Frank's cum covered face, the boy was panting. Clay took his finger, and he collected a dollop of sperm. He rubbed the finger over the boy's lips, and the tween licked it clean. He pulled the boy up, so he was standing, and he carefully kissed him, so he didn't get his cum on his clothes. The boy responded with gusto, and Clay had trouble breaking off the kiss.
`We better get you cleaned up," said Clay, "so you can catch the bus."
The boy scooped off a large glob of cum from his chest with his hand, and he licked it clean. Clay found some tissue, and Frankie cleaned himself off. Clay watched as Frankie gathered his clothes, and got dressed. The teacher kissed the boy once more, as the bell sounded for the late buses. Frankie hurried out, so he wouldn't miss his bus.
Chapter 2
October 6, 1973
It was Friday, and Frankie couldn't wait to get on the bus, as he walked toward the door leading to the buses. He had played the episode in the classroom over in his mind several times. Each time it caused his cock to swell. He had even jerked off to the memories twice the night before. He was undecided about what he would do if Mr. Maxwell wanted to do things again. His grace period came to an end, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Frank," said Mr. Maxwell, "I was wondering, if you would give me a hand for a moment. I have problem, that I think you would enjoy taking care of."
Frank knew exactly what the teacher meant. He knew he should politely refuse, and go home, but he could feel his dick stiffen at the thought of sucking the teacher's cock. The boy closed his eyes, and he took a deep breath. He looks up at Mr. Maxwell's face, and he thought of the teacher kissing him.
"I guess it would be ok," said Frankie, as he followed the teacher down the hall.
When they got to room 302, Mr. Maxwell unlocked the door, and instructed Frankie to wait inside. Clay checked down the hall, making sure that there was no one around. His cock was hard, as he thought about being one step closer to his ultimate goal. It was a good sign the boy so willingly agreed to go with him today. Clay entered his room, and he locked the door. He opened his pants, and he put his hard cock out the pee slit in his boxers. He turned, and he faced the waiting boy.
"You know this is what I need help with," he asked the tween boy? Frankie nodded and bit his lips, trying not to stare at the teacher's dick.
"I didn't hear you Frank," said Clay softly.
Frankie took a deep breath. "Yes, that is what I thought you wanted help with," replied the boy.
"How are you going to help me, Frank?"
"Like I did on Wednesday."
"Tell me what you did on Wednesday, Frank."
The boy paused, not wanting to admit out loud what he did, but finally he said, "I gave you a blow job."
"You want to give me another blow job now, don't you Frank?"
Frankie swallowed, "yes."
"Do you want to swallow my cum?"
"Yes"
"Are you going to get ready?"
Frankie looked confused, and Clay smiled at him.
"You are not naked, Frank," said Clay, "strip for me."
Frank looks at the waiting man cock, and he took off his shoes. He took off his shirt, and put it on a desk. He took off his pants, and he put them with his shirt. His hard dick was pressing on the fabric of his briefs. He took another deep breath, and he pushed down his white cotton briefs. He stepped out of them, and he started toward Clay.
"Socks, Frank."
Frank slipped off his socks, making him totally naked. He walked over to Clay. The teacher kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue deep in the boy's mouth. The nude boy responded by returning the kiss and allowing Clay to probe his mouth. Clay rubbed the boy's back and down until he encountered Frank's ass. He slid his hand over the smooth cheeks, and he felt along the cleft between them. He used his left hand to spread the gap wider, so he could find the boy's hole. He felt the boy shudder slightly, as he felt the edge of the tween rectum.
Frank didn't understand why the teacher's finger on his poop hole made him feel so tingly. He also knew, that he wanted to taste the teacher's hard cock again. Mr. Maxwell continued to drive his tongue into his mouth, as his finger teased the entrance to the boy's tight pussy. Frankie reached for the hard man meat between the teacher's legs.
"You want to play with my cock," asked the teacher?
The boy nodded, and he griped the object of his desire tightly.
"Tell me what you want to do, baby," crooned the teacher.
"What I did before," said Frank, "you know."
"Tell me."
The took a breath, "I want to give you another blow job," said Frank.
"Will you swallow my cum," asked the teacher?
"Yes'
"Yes, what Frank, you have to tell me."
"Yes, I'll swallow your cum," said the overly aroused boy, "Please!'
Clay let his hand fall from the boy's ass, and the tween bent to lick the head of his cock. Frankie eagerly took the man cock into his mouth. He loved the feeling of the shaft in his mouth. He tried to remember, what Mr. Maxwell had done to him when he had been sucked. He felt his lover hold his head, as he bobbed on his cock. He didn't even realize that he had swallowed the shaft, until his nose was in the hairy bush over the teacher's tool. The boy heard the teacher moan, as his novice mouth brought the teacher closer to his climax. It seemed to the boy that the cock was getting bigger, when Mr. Maxwell pulled his head up so just the head of the cock was in his mouth. The boy felt the stream of cum shoot from the end of the cock in his mouth, and he milked it to get all the teacher had to offer.
Clay pulled Frankie's head off his spent cock, and he brought the boy's mouth to his, and they kissed deep and long exchanging the thick sperm in the tween's mouth. The teacher kneaded the smooth buns of the boy, as they kissed. He stood, and he bent the boy, so his ass was sticking out. He kneeled behind the boy.
Frankie felt the teacher separate the cheeks of his butt, and he felt the warm air as the teacher blew on his hole. He couldn't help that he moaned, as the man started to lick the access to his bottom. He felt Mr. Maxwell's tongue drive into the hole, and he moaned louder.
"Shh Frank, we have to a little careful," said the teacher, "You seem to like being eaten out don't you."
"Ohh yes, please don't stop!"
"It is getting late," said the teacher, "you have to catch the late bus. Turn around, so I can suck you."
The boy turned, his cock twitching due to his excitement. He let the man lift on the desk, and open his legs. The teacher put his middle finger into the boy's mouth getting it wet. He found the waiting hole, and as he sucked the boy he slipped the finger slowly into the boy's hot dark hole. Frankie moaned deeply, as his hole was entered for the first time by the teacher's finger. His lover touched something inside him, and his cock erupted in stream after stream of jizz. The teacher left his cock, and he kissed the boy. They both tasted the boy's cum. The teacher left his finger inside the boy.
"As much as, I would love to take this further, this is not the time or place for that," said Clay, as he wiggled his finger inside the boy. "Do you know where I live," asked Clay, and the boy nodded. "Why don't you come over tomorrow about 10:00 in the morning, and we'll play some more, okay?"
Frank ahhed as the teacher's finger slipped from his hole. "Okay, I'll be there in the morning. Mr. Maxwell handed him some paper towels to clean up with before he got dressed. He could feel the eyes of his lover watching, as he quickly dressed. They kissed one more time, before Frankie hurried to make his bus.
Frank lay in bed, that night with his thoughts swirling in his head. He was telling himself that he would not go to Mr. Maxwell's place, but at the same time he was devising an alibi to tell his mom if she asked where he was going.
Chapter 3
October 7, 1973
Frankie arose a little after 8:00 am, he put his robe over his pjs, and after he used the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. He went down to the kitchen for breakfast. His mom was at the stove frying eggs.
"You better put on something warm, Frankie," she said, "it is only about 50 degrees outside. It looks like the warm weather is gone."
"Okay Mom," replied the boy, as he helped himself to the eggs alongside the stove. He took four sausage patties and 4 pieces of toast. He placed his plate on the table, and he got a large glass of milk from the fridge. His mother marveled, as she watched his consume his breakfast. A little over a year ago, she would have had to argued to get him to eat. He had changed so much in a short time. She used to scold him for running around the house in his underwear, and now he never came out of his room unless he was fully dressed.
Frankie returned to his room, and took off his pjs. He studied his naked body in the mirror on his door. He didn't understand way Mr. Maxwell like him so much, but it excited him, that he did. His cock started to rise without Frankie touching it, and Frankie felt it with his right hand, and the boy rubbed his nipples with his left.
"Stop, that," he thought, "I don't want to cum now."
The boy put on clean underpants and a tee-shirt. He took clean socks from the dresser, took a pair of jeans and put them on. He took his favorite red flannel play shirt from the closet and put that on and tucked it in his jeans. Frankie finished dressing by putting on his belt and sneakers. He went into the bathroom, and he collected all the dirty laundry. He left the dirty towels and bath mat in the hall, and he went into his room to gather he dirty laundry from there along with his sheets. He put the dirty laundry in one of the sheets, and he took it down to the washer in the mud room.
"Stop! Franklin Harrison Jordan, how many times do I have to tell to sort your laundry, before you put it in the washer," Mrs. Jordan chided the boy?
"Sorry, Mom.," said Frankie, "I forgot."
"Forgot my eye," replied his mom, "go vacuum the living room, and I take care of the laundry, before you wind up with pink underwear."
The boy tried to hide the smile, as he went to finish his Saturday morning chores.
"Frankie, do not think you have fooled me at all," his mom called, "I know how much you hate doing your laundry."
Frankie was hard in his jeans, as he vacuumed the living room rug, thinking of what might transpire today at Mr. Maxwell's house. He no longer thought about staying away, but he now anticipated the meeting. He ran up the stairs, and he cleaned the sink in his bathroom, scoured the tub, and cleaned the toilet. He got the bucket from under the sink, out Lysol in it, and filled it with hot water from the tub. He quickly cleaned the bathroom floor. He went to his bedroom, and he swept the floor, made his bed, and mopped the floor. He checked the time on his alarm clock. 9:15, plenty of time to make to Mr. Maxwell's house before 10:00.
"Mom, my chores are all done," he said, as he headed for the back door.
"You cleaned your bathroom and bedroom?"
"Yes, Mom"
"Put on your light jacket its chilly outside."
Frankie thought about telling her he wasn't a baby, but wisely decided against it. "Yes, Mom," he answered, "I am going into the Corners to see who is around, okay?"
"Call if you are going to be gone for lunch, and remember church tomorrow."
"Yes, Mom."
Frankie quickly got his bike from the backyard, and he headed in the direction of Bates Corners. As soon as he was out of sight of his house, he cut through the woods to Markham Road. After he had pedaled for about twenty minutes, he came to Mr. Maxwell's stone cottage. The cottage was an old herder's home, and it was located between two fields. There was nothing around it for quite a distance. Frankie circled the cottage, and he came up to the back of the house. There was a screened porch opening to the back door.
Frankie shivered slightly, as he approached the porch, and the autumn weather had nothing to do with his shivers. He hesitated for a moment opened the screen door, and he neared the back door of the cottage. He raised his hand, and knocked on the door, knowing what would happen would leave him changed forever. The door opened, and Mr. Maxwell stood in front of the 12-year-old boy, clad only in a terrycloth robe.
"Hello, Frank, I'm glad you came over," said Clay. He stepped back from the door. So that Frankie could enter. "I didn't know for sure you would come."
"Hi, Mr. Maxwell," said Frankie, "I wanted to come. It is okay."
"Frank, while you are here, why don't you call me Clay? I still must be called Mr. Maxwell at school, but here we can use first names," said Clay.
"Okay, Mr. I mean Clay," said Frankie, with a smile. "You know everyone, but my teachers, call me Frankie."
"Come in to the living room, and we'll talk, Frank, I mean Frankie," said Clay, "Do me a favor take your shoes off out here. I just swept the living room." Frankie bent down, and he took off his sneakers. Clay led him into his home. He directed the tween boy to sit on the couch.
The cottage was basically two rooms. A combined sitting room, dining room, and kitchen, and a small bedroom with an attached bath. The combined room had a couch, easy chair, book shelves with assorted books and nick knacks, a small dinette and a kitchenette in the corner. It was a comfortable room, but it was definitely a man's room.
"The reason that I call you Frank, is because Frankie sounds so babyish," said Clay, "you are definitely are not a baby."
"Yeah, I guess you are right," replied Frank. He looked up as Clay sat next to him. Clay smiled at him, and he made a point to leave a space between them.
"Frank, there are a couple of things, that I think we should talk about, okay?"
"Okay"
"Well first thing is very important. What we do with each other has got to stay a secret between just us. I could get in to a lot of trouble, and you don't want people knowing we have been doing sexual things together. I know that you know this, but I think it is important we put thing on the table so to speak," said Clay.
Clay could tell Frank was thinking over what he just said to him.
"One of the things that bothered me," said Frank, "after the first time in the classroom, was that someone would find out. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do more, because I don't want to be called a faggot or fairy by people. So, I want to keep this secret between us too. I have enough people saying stupid stuff to me now without adding any more to it."
"I am glad you were honest with me," said Clay, "How do you feel about what we do together now?"
The boy reddened, and he took a large breath in, and blew it out slowly.
"I really really like it a lot," said Frank in one breath, "I get thinking about it, and it makes me get hard so bad I have to----well you know."
"You have to jerk off?"
"Yes, I get so hard it hurts."
Clay smiled, "The same thing happens to me, Frank. Sometimes, when I am in front of the class. Luckily I have a sports coat."
"Now, I need your permission for something," said Clay.
"What?"
"Some of the staff at school was talking about what happened with your Dad."
Frank stood quickly "You leave my Dad alone! I don't want to hear about my Dad!"
Frank hated the stigma his father's death left on his Mom and him two years ago. Gerald Jordan was an occasional drinker at best, so when he had more than six drinks at a company party, he should have never taken the wheel of a car. On his way home, he broadsided a station wagon with eight six to seven-year-old girls being driven home from a birthday party. Five of the girls and the women driving died instantly, as did Gerald. The other three girls were severely injured, and they still had physical and emotional problems. The resulting law suits left Frank and his mom living on the edge of poverty, and there were many people who not even talk to them.
"Frank, please calm down," said Clay to the boy with tears dripping down his cheek. "I know you were badly hurt by what happened. What I would like to do is to approach your mother, and ask if I can be a big brother to you." Frank sat back down, but he added to the space that had been between them.
"I know, what happened really hurt you, but it wasn't something you are at fault for. Look, Frank, when I first saw you I was very infatuated with you. Then, you are in one of my classes, I thought I was the luckiest guy on Earth. It was so awesome you got into the sexual stuff with me, but I want more than just sex. I am beginning to really care about you, and I want to help you with everything."
"You mean you want to stop the—you know the sex stuff?"
"No, Frank, but I want what we have to be more than just sex. I want to share other things like our feelings. If you let me talk to your Mom, we may have more time together, okay?"
"I guess it would be okay."
"Come over here," said Clay, beckoning Frank with his hand. Frank slid over next to Clay, and Clay put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "It feels so nice having you here in my arms." Clay bent his head down, and he kissed Frank's lips tenderly. Frank responded by turning to Clay, and he returned the kiss. The two held on each other exchanging kisses. Their tongues started to duel against each other's, as their hands roamed over the other's back.
"I don't know why, but since you started touching me the other day I felt different," said Frank in a quiet voice. "Sometime in class, I get so hard just thinking about being with you. Just like now." Clay looked down at the boy's crotch, and he saw the bulge created by the tween's erection.
"Well, I guess we should do something about that, don't you?"
"Yes," said Frank in a whisper. Clay stood, and he took Frank's hand, and he led him to the bedroom. Clay opened his robe and dropped it on the floor. This was the first time Frank saw Clay totally nude, even though he had twice sucked the man's cock each Clay only opened his pants. Frank looked down the teacher's body. He liked the thin line of hair that went from between Clay's nipples down to his pubic bush. Clay was in good shape, because of his exercise program, but he was not muscle bound. Frank would later discover the word he was trying to find to describe Clay was toned. Frank felt his cock press against the cotton of his briefs, as he looked at the naked man, but he knew his soon to be lover wanted the pleasure of removing his clothes.
"You look really nice Mr. Max—I mean Clay," said Frank with a smile. The boy bit his lips in anticipation of the upcoming session.
"Thank you, Frank. Now it is important that you know you do not have to do anything you don't want to do, alright," said Clay, as he put his hands-on Frank's hips?
"What do you mean?"
"Well if you told me you didn't want to give me a blow job today-"
"I do want to, please!" Clay smiled, and he continued.
"I know you do. I was using that as an example," he said, and a look of relief came to Frank's face. "Do you remember how it felt, when I played with your bottom yesterday?" The boy nodded, and he smiled coyly. "If you didn't want to do anymore of that it would be okay, but if you want to do more like we did yesterday, that would be fine too."
"I liked it, but why did it make me feel more more ah I guess sexy when you had your finger in me?"
"There is a gland right at the base of your penis. It is call the prostrate, when it gets stimulated it increases your pleasure. Now, school is out no more lessons," said Clay, "but, I do want you to ask any question that you have, so you don't have to be afraid of anything."
Frank wished Clay would hurry up, his cock was so very hard. Clay ran his hands up under the boy's arms. He could see the boy squirming with desire, and he was glad that his new lover was letting him set the pace. Frank looked down, and he smiled, as Clay unbuckled his belt and undid the fly of his jeans. The pressure on his cock was eased by the opening of his pants. Clay slowly, button by button opened the boy's flannel shirt, he unbuttoned the cuffs, pull the tail from the boy's pants and slipped it off the excited sixth grader. Clay ran his hands down Frank's chest taking time to fondle the hard nipples, before he went to the waist of the opened jeans.
Frank watched as Clay pulled the jean off his hips, and he lifted his legs, as Clay pull them and his socks off. Clay felt inside his thighs, as his hands returned to Frank's waist. As Clay pushed the white cotton tee-shirt up the boy's torso he kissed the revealed skin. When the hard nickel sized nipple came in to view, he took extra time to lick and suck them. Finally, he lifted the shirt higher, and Frank raised his arms, so his tee could be taken off. His cock was twitching in his briefs, as Clay kissed back down his belly. Clay slid the Fruit of the Looms off the firm bubble butt, and revealed some of the course black hairs that ringed the boy cock. Frank felt his briefs slide down his legs to the floor, and he kicked them off his feet. He looked down, his cock was sticking straight up, and it had little beads of precum on the head.
"Well, I think I should take care of this, before we go further," said Clay. He bent his head down, and engulfed the 4 1/2-inch cock in his mouth. Frank let a moan escape, as his lover took his cock in his mouth. In a very short time the boy thrust his hips against the man's face, and he delivered a large load of pubescent cum into his mouth. Clay nursed the spasming cock, keeping as much of the cum in his mouth as possible, until the boy was spent. Frank waivered in the intensity of his orgasm, and he allowed Clay to guide to the bed next to him. Clay kissed him sharing the thick jizz in his mouth. They lay next to each other enjoying the aftermath of the event.
"Well, I guess you were a little ready for that. Weren't you?"
"Oh yeah, that was so awesome." He looked down, and he saw Clay still hard. "Do you want me to give you a blow job now?"
"You know I do," said Clay. He saw the boy roll over and bend over his hard cock. Frank took him in his hot mouth, and the boy worked up and down his dick. Seeing Frank so intent on getting him off brought him to the point of climax quicker than normal. Frank Clay's hands on his head holding him on the cock in his mouth, and he knew he was about to taste Clay's jizz. Clay's back arched, and Frank received the hot streams of cum. Like Clay, he tried to keep it in his mouth. When Clay was spent, he went to Clay's mouth, and they shared the load together.
They lay side by side in the aftermath of their urgent climaxes. They enjoyed the closeness of the other's naked body by them. Frank rested his head on Clay's shoulder, with his hand resting on the patch of chest hair. Clay had his arm over Frank, with his hand resting on the side of his beautiful ass. No words were needed, as they just enjoyed the closeness. Clay slowly brought his hand down from the side of Frank's bubble butt to the pert cheeks.
"You are so awesome Frank, I could just love you forever," said Clay, softly in the boy's ear. Frank smiled at the thought of being like this whenever they wanted. "I was thinking if you wanted Frank, now that you aren't so horny, we could do some more with this sweet bottom."
"Okay, I liked it yesterday," replied the boy.
"Now, I don't want to sound gross," said Clay turning so he was facing Frank, "but think it would be better for both of us, if we cleaned you out."
"What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, when I put my finger in you it got covered in poop."
"Well that is where I poop," interrupted Frank with a giggle.
Clay raised his eyebrows, "I know that silly, but if you let me I will give an enema, so you are clean inside."
"Is that where you put the water in my butt," asked Frank? "I had to have it done once at camp, because I couldn't poop."
"Yes, that is what it is, so you know it doesn't hurt," answered Clay, "It will make relax as well as get all the poop out, so it is nicer, when do things." Clay didn't want to deceive Frank, but he wasn't sure that the boy was ready to consider the fact, that he wanted to fuck him.
"Okay, you said if I didn't like something you wouldn't make me do it right?"
"Yes, that is what I said."
Frank looked at Clay, and he grinned, "I really hate homework, so I don't have to do anymore, right?"
"Very funny, you trickster," said Clay laughing. He started tickling the ribs of the nude boy. The boy laughed out of control, us his lover found every sensitive spot on his chest.
"Please, stop! I'll do my homework. I promise," cried out Frank, "Please, I got to pee! Please, stop."
Clay stop his tickle assault, and Frank jumped off the bed, and hurried into the bathroom. Clay heard the stream hit the water in the toilet, as the boy relieved his bladder. He waited to give the boy some privacy, then he went in the bathroom, when heard the water run in the sink.
"Alright, are you ready to lose some poop?"
"If I don't like it you will stop?"
"Yes, I told you, that you stop anytime."
"Okay, go ahead." Frank watched, as Clay got the enema bag from the bathroom cabinet. He filled the bag with warm water and a healthy measure of castile soap. He mixed the soap and water in the bag, and he placed the attachment and hose on the bag. He double checked the clamp and hung the bag from a towel hook by the toilet. He placed the enema tip on the end of the hose. Clay then took a bottle of mineral oil from the cabinet, and he placed it in the sink and covered it in warm water. The last item he removed from the cabinet was a tube of lubricant.
"The easiest way to do this, is for you to kneel on the floor and put your head down. I will give about half of the soapy water. You have to try and hold it as long as you can. After, the first time we'll do it again, then I'll do with the oil to keep things from drying out. Do you understand," asked Clay?
"Okay, just let me know what you're doing," said Frank. Clay looked at him, except for when he first saw him at the YMCA this was the first time he had seen the boy with a soft cock. Clay placed a towel on the floor for Frank to kneel on while he received the enema. Once again, Clay was so glad the boy was so willing to explore new horizons. Frank knelt and put his head down on the floor. Clay drank in the sight of the pink hole barely exposed, as the boy awaited the enema.
"I am going to put some of this jelly on your bottom, so the tip will slip in easier." Clay rubbed the lube around the hole and on the tip. "I am going to slip it in, all you need to do is relax." Clay slid the tip in the waiting hole.
"Okay, now I am going to start the water. Try to hold it in as long as possible." Clay slowly opened the clamp, and Frank felt his colon fill with the soapy water. He felt the urge to expel the liquid grow, as Clay ran the solution in to his rectum. He felt, when Clay stopped the liquid and removed the tip from his hole.
"You are doing good lover," crooned Clay, "try to hold it a little longer. The longer it is in the cleaner you became."
After about five minutes Frank could no longer wait. He quickly got up and sat on the toilet. He pushed out the soapy water and a healthy amount of feces. It was very noisy and stinky, this caused the boy to start giggling.
"Don't blame me," Frank said laughing, "it was your idea."
Clay shook his head at the giggling boy. "Yes, but you didn't warn me. I heard they shoot horses, when they smell like that."
Frank wiped, and he got back down in position for the second round without being coached. Clay administered the rest of the soap solution to Frank. The boy could keep it in longer the second time, this allowed Clay to rinse the bag and put the mineral oil in it, preparing for the last step. Frank passed the solution out, and it was almost clear. He got back down, and Clay inserted the tip for the last time. Frank felt the oil enter, and since there was not as much volume he held it in for a long time. He passed it with a great squirt. Clay suggested he wash up good at the sink, and Clay helped to clean him. Then Clay took his hand, and he led him to the bed.
"Are you doing, okay?"
"Yes, I feel all empty, but nice."
Clay knelt next to the boy, and he kissed him with urgency. He let his hands seek their own path, as he felt the boy's soft smooth skin. Frank responded in kind. His feelings intensifying, as he became aroused by the intense make out session. He felt Clay's hand feel his butt cheeks, and he shivered, when Clay slid in the crack to caress his hole. He allowed Clay to put him in the same position, that he had taken for the enema. Clay kissed up his bent back, until he reached the globes of his butt. Clay felt, kissed and gently nipped his cheeks. Clay spread the lobes apart, and he licked deep in the crevice.
When Clay focused on tonguing the virgin pink hole the boy felt waves of desire sweep through him. Clay opened the hole, so he could push his tongue deeper, and Frank pushed back against him by instinct. Frank felt Clay lift from his hole, to replace his tongue with a finger. The boy squirmed in pleasure, as the man explored his inner part. He sucked in a breath, as Clay added a second finger to his rectum. His boy cock was rock hard again. He was startled, when Clay added the third finger. Clay let the boy adjust to the pressure of the three fingers, before he probed and stimulated the boy's love spot. Frank was moaning and grunting, as Clay finger fucked him. He gasped, when Clay withdrew the fingers.
Clay rolled him onto his back, and put a pillow under his ass. Frank knew something special was about to happen. Clay lifted his legs to reveal the waiting object of his desire. The boy watched, as the teacher lubed his waiting hole, and when Clay applied a thick coat of jelly to his cock Frank knew what was about to happen. Clay kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth deep.
"Now, lover boy, I am going to make long sweet love to you," said Clay in a voice filled with lust. Frank could only bite his lips gently, as he watched his lover line up on his hole.
"Push out like your pooping, lover boy, it will make it easier." Frank followed the instructions, and the head of Clay's cock entered his waiting hole. He felt the wide spot pass in, and then Clay slowly pushed, until Frank felt his balls in Clay's pubic hairs. There was a little burning, but no pain. Clay kept still, to allow Frank to adjust to his cock. He felt the ring relax around his cock, and he withdrew until he was almost out. He slowly pushed back in to the hot boy pussy.
Clay continued to slowly long dick the boy. The boy was panting, as his hole was slowly fucked. Every time Clay's cock slid in or out it rubbed his love spot. Frank could not restrain himself.
"Oh, please don't stop. You are fucking me so good! Please, keep going," moaned Frank, not even knowing what he was saying, but just relishing the cock inside of him. Frank felt the pressure build, and he arched against Clay's hips. Streams of hot boy cum shot from his cock covering his face and chest. The young lover cumming, caused Clay slip past restraint. He pushed deep into the boy, and he also shot a copious load into the boy's colon.
Frank wrapped his legs around Clay's waist, as he came, and then he felt the warmth of Clay's cum inside him. The two-kissed hard, as they both softened. Clay's cock slipped from Frank's rectum. Frank felt empty, but he was so spent from the coupling, that he could not speak. Frank felt his eyes get heavy, and the next thing he knew sleep overtook him.
Clay looked at the sleeping beauty, with his mouth slightly open, and his body and face covered in sperm. Clay got a warm washcloth, and he cleaned the boy gently. Frank did not stir, as Clay wiped him clean with warm cloth. Clay went into the bathroom, and he cleaned himself off. He returned to the bed, and he got in next to the sleeping tween. He lay his head on the pillow, and he too fell into a deep slumber.
When Clay opened his eyes, he saw about an hour had pasted. Frank was still sleeping on his side, and Clay was spooned against him. The boy stirred, and this caused his ass to rub against Clay's soft cock. Clay softly kissed Frank's forehead, and he looked down to see Frank's erect cock. He thought how nice to be young, and to be able perform repeatedly. As Frank passed from sleep to wakefulness, he rubbed more against Clay. The action of Frank rubbing him caused Clay to start to stiffen, and by the time Frank was fully awake Clay was fully erect.
"Wow, I don't even remember falling asleep," said Frank, with yawn. He pushed back against the stiff cock laying along his crack. "That was so awesome," said Frank, "I wish it lasted forever. It was like I was so full and everything was intense." He turned his head to kiss Clay, and Clay kissed him back hard. Clay ran his hand down Frank's chest and found a hard nipple. He teased it between his fingers, and it caused Frank to stir more against him. The need to be in his sweet love grew, and he reached down and lifted Frank's upper leg to the boy's smooth chest. Frank realizing Clay was going to fuck him again moaned in delight.
Clay lined his cock up on the still open hole, and he slid in until he could not go farther.
"OH, YES fuck me Clay, please please FUCK me," cried Frank loving the feeling of Clay being inside him. Clay tried to restrain his lust, but Franks urging overcame him. He fucked the tight ass with long hard strokes. He repositioned the boy, so his ass was in perfect placement to receive his cock. Frank pushed back in time with each thrust by instinct, grunting as he was fucked. Frank's cock was hard, when Clay reached to find it. Once again, the boy involuntarily clenched his ass, as he prepared to shoot once more, and it brought Clay to his climax at the same time. Both lovers were lost in the ecstasy of their orgasms, both knowing their lover was also feeling the bliss. Clay and Frank panted, as they slowly recovered from the intense coupling. Clay started to pull out of Frank's ass.
"No, please keep it in a little longer. It feels so good," moaned Frank. "I guess this means I am a queer," said Frank, with a contented sigh, "but as long as I am a queer with you I don't care."
Clay's cock fell from its velvet sheath, as Clay became flaccid. The two turned, and they kissed each other softly, just enjoying the aftermath of the intense sexual experience. Frank too softened, but he still felt so complete. They cuddled for a long time, before Clay led Frank into the bathroom.
Clay adjusted the water in the shower, and the two got in together. Clay washed Frank's long hair and applied conditioner. He gently washed the boy's face and neck, and he moved down the smooth body. Frank love feeling Clay washing him, and he stood under the warm spray soaking the sensation. Clay washed his legs, and he turned his attention to the flaccid penis. He soaped his hands, and he used the to wash the boy's privates. He washed the perfect ass being careful to avoid being rough against the sweet pucker. Frank took the shampoo, and he washed Clay's hair. Clay stayed on his knees, so Frank could wash his torso. He stood to allow Frank access to his legs, and Frank washed his manhood with his bare hands. Clay was startled, when Frank took his soft cock into his mouth. The boy's oral ministrations brought him erect, and when the boy stood he could see he was also hard.
Frank smiled at him, but he said nothing. Frank simply turned to the wall of the shower, and he leaned against it, with his ass sticking out. The temptation was too great. Clay felt the round lobes of Frank's waiting ass. He once again, against his better judgement filled the boy pussy with man cock. He slowly pumped Frank, and Frank responded by pushing back. They made no sound except for the slapping of skin, as they coupled. They both felt their orgasms build, although when they came very little sperm was left. They rinsed off, and they stepped from the shower. They each dried the other, but Clay kept Frank from his cock.
"You have turned into a sex monster, lover boy," teased Clay, "and I love it."
"Promise, we can do it more again," asked Frank.
"Yes, but I think we should give it a rest for a few days," said Clay, "You never have had sex like this, and you are going to be sore. I am going to give some lotion to put on your hole, so it won't be so sore."
Frank nodded, and he allowed Clay to put the hemorrhoid cream on him. They left the bathroom and they found all of Frank's clothes. Clay slowly dressed the boy in the reverse order, that he had taken them off. The two exchanged a final kiss, before Frank left to return home. Clay watched the boy, as he pedaled down the path to return home.
Frank's mother was so happy that Frank was in such a good mood that evening. Normally after being out on a Saturday Frank was sullen, when he got home. She didn't know what was making him so happy, but she hoped it would continue.