Teenage Lust Chapter 6

TEENAGE LUST

TEENAGE LUST PART SIX

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From Part Five

Mr May growled back quickly, "Volunteering doesn't excuse a flogging Master Malton, now once again strip."

The five youths undressed and stood naked their arms buy their sides, no boy in the school ever covered his treasures from anyone's sight and Mr May felt the rush of blood in his dick and another in his thrashing arm. The first naked boy; Grant Hedges, stepped forward, Mr May ran his hand down the taut stomach of the rugby player, enjoying the sensation of the underplay of the teenager's muscles, Grant along with his mate Danno had been caught smoking; a crime that meant six strokes of the cane and this would be repeated every hour during the school day followed by a final thrashing in the dormitory when he would be cuffed to his bed to ensure his hands did not offer himself or any special friend wanking comfort overnight. Mr May's hand dropped lower and caressed the plump teendick, it swiftly thickened and Grant uttered a slight moan of pleasure. Mr May allowed himself a minute of masturbatory pleasure before placing his hand on Grant's waist to spin him around. Grant adjusting his engorged teendick leant over the table, by placing himself at the right angle his teencock would rub against the edge of the table whilst he was thrashed, the subtle pleasure would mitigate the molten heat of the cane on his sensitive buttocks. Mr May checked the four watching boys, smirking as he observed that each youth also sported a jerking erection. His hand rose, the swishing sound of the cane was followed by the thwacking crack as the tough but supple wood met the spongy flesh of Grant's buttocks. The fleshy sound echoed around Mr May's study and Graham flinched as the sound vibrated especially through his body.

Part Six

Grant instinctively jerked forward, his teenprick rubbing as he expected against the desk and thereby providing the surge of pleasure that deadened the flogging switch. My May administered the other five equally forceful spanking swishing belts, Grant stood up, thanked the headmaster, his drooling dick assuaged the tingling heat of the thrashing and resumed his place in the line. The six red lines that blushed across his arse stood out against the paleness of his skin. Danno was next, he to assumed the same position, his teenprick similarly drooling at the end of his punishment. His separate six bloodlike lines itched with pain as he stood up but his teencock jerked and juddered like a crowing rooster. Archie had been next, he had been caught copying, an inherent streak in his character and he leaned across the hard desktop, his teencock pressed between his body and the desk. In this position he was able to rub his four inches along the polished wood and gain some slight pleasure but for him the pain always outweighed any joys. In truth he felt the thrashing more than the others and Mr May was well aware that six heavy strokes often worked well on Archie Malton, for a week or so at least. Archie stood up, the dark red lines stood out like contours on a pink map, he managed to stop himself from rubbing and comforting his bruised arse, such an act would simply produce six more strokes and for Archie that had for ever held him back from smoothing his backside after a beating. Reece Northern was next, despite his tender age of being ten at that time he was not spared, his crime had been walking on the gardeners freshly planted flower bed and he would receive his six of the best with doomed depression. The final youth Roger Allcock was a different matter, his teen prick was dripping heavily so aroused was he by even the thought of a flogging. Mr May knew his precliverity well; he had discovered Roger's interests when he had first administered a thrashing to the then ten year old. Roger had wriggled and writhed against the desk and once the six strokes had been delivered had turned his head to look at Mr May, his lips had pouted and he pleaded.

"I'm such a naught boy sir, I think I ought to have another round," his simpering smile announced his innate desire and Mr May had happily given the boy six more swishing stinging strokes. The sight of the crossed crimson red marks of the cane on the pale skin of Roger's arse produced a hard and desperate desire in Mr May. The two were alone in his room, Roger was the sole transgressor that day, if there had been other boys present the matter would have ended then and there but as they were alone Roger had parted his arse, his boypussy had pulsed and gaped, one line of the reddened marks crossed over the rosette and Mr May proved unable to maintain control. In one swift movement he dropped the cane, dropped his trousers and launched himself on the throbbing pained boyarse. Roger's next request was "harder sir, harder, fuck me good sir;" Mr May ever one to maintain some authority did just that. His fierce thrusting inside the so clingy boypussy was masterful and dominant so much so that afterwards as he stood sated with sadistic pleasure the request to "fuck me with the cane sir," had sent a further surge of joy inside him and picking up the cane fucked the young Roger with flogging appreciation, an appreciation that Roger enjoyed almost daily.

Roger now sixteen braced himself as he bent forward, the first three stokes splattered against his marked skin which had not quite recovered from earlier thrashings, the final three stinging swishes landed right across his teenpussy, Roger after the third stroke, planted his feet well apart and placing his hands on his arse had opened his crack so he could gain the most pleasure when the swinging wood cracked over his teenpussy lips. The other boys cringed as they observed the special thrashing, Grant and Danno found the sadistic punishment arousingly exciting and their two teendicks almost spurted, so close to orgasm were they.

Mr May turned to the four youths, "You may go," he said premptously, "Malten report to the gardener's cottage at six o'clock for your duty." The four miscreants picked up their clothes and marched out of the headmasters study, Grant and Danno making a beeline for the nearest washroom where they could comfort one another with a swift sixtynine sucking session.

The door closed Mr May picked up the cane and reversed it, he placed the well-worn and well stained handle at the gaping gap of Roger Allcock's teenpussy and fucked deep, Roger sighing and purring as the aching straining pressure produced the tingling delights that surged demandingly inside him. 'I love having my pussy caned as well as my arse,' he grinned repeatedly to himself as the pleasure torture commenced.

The harsh clanging of the call to lessons resounded through the bricks and plaster of the walls bringing to an end the afternoon registration period. Boys and teachers adjusted uniform and clothing as the students lined up quietly, ready to move to their next classroom.

Mr May looked up as the clanging bell interrupted his concentration, irritated he stared down at the spread of papers on his desk, 'Damn this budget,' he scowled at the rows and rows of figures that he had been studying. `I need a divertion,' he said to himself, `something to take my mind of this jumble of complaining figures,' he stood up and looked out of the window. He could see the straggling lines of boys moving from registration classes to the lecture and teaching areas. `Sam had been excellent,' he thought, `but I want to see spunk shoot,' he stroked his hand across his groin, feeling his dick react to the comforting touch. He turned to check the timetable that was pinned on the wall, his eyes ran down the coloured blocks, stepping forward he tapped one of the blue slots. `Near enough,' he decided.

Mr Feelgood steeped away from the blackboard as he heard the classroom door open, he bli ked his eyes as he saw the stern looking face of the Headmaster step inside, the cry of `How dare you enter without knocking,' was lost as his mind wonderd at the Headmaster's intrusion.

"Headmaster?" Mr Feelgood regretted the squeaking of his surprised voice.

"One moment Mr Feelgood," Mr May's eyes roamed over the faces that had also turned to face him. His eyes landed on one upturned face, "Lockridge," he beckoned with his finger.

Geoff Lockridge stood up slowly, his head spun as he wondered what he had done to be wanted by the Headmaster.

"Sir?" he asked curious.

Mr May offered no reason or explanation. "Master Lockridge is excused your lesson Mr Feelgood, he can catch up later. Follow me Lockridge," Mr May smiled thinly and stepped back out of the door where he stood waiting.

Geoff looked down at his exercise books and sighing packed them into his satchel, slinging it over his back the fifteen year old gymnast eased past the others and plodded to where Mr May was waiting.

Mr May slid his hand down Geoff's back and cupped the taut globe of Geoff's right buttock, the youth twitched and gave the headmaster a sideways glance. `Did that arse grab indicate what I think it means?' he asked himself as he walked alongside the Headmaster.

It was a short step to Mr May's office and Geoff followed the Headmaster through the private door to Mr May's study. He stood before the paper strewn desk as Mr May put his head through the other door where the Secretary guarded his office. "I don't wish to be disturbed for a while, I'm dealing with the budget proposals," he said to his Secretary who nodded.

Geoff was still holding onto his satchel when Mr May looked at him. "Strip," he heard the headmaster say.

"Sir?" Geoff's head swung up and he glared at the headmaster.

"I want a fuck," Mr May was undoing his jacket as he spoke.

"Oh," Geoff was slightly taken aback, `I can't recall the last time Mr May fucked me,' his head continued to make sense of what was happening.

Mr May however was recalling the energetic fuck he had experienced with the then fourteen year old gymnast after watching his athletic performance. The sight of the toned muscles, the tight vest and shorts that seemed to caress the taut muscular figure had stirred his libido and he had taken Geoff, still only wearing his damp towel after stepping out of the shower to the empty gymnasium where he had enjoyed the heavy fuck session, exploring most of Geoff's athletic prowess.

Geoff used to the workings of an aroused masters mind swiftly undressed, Mr May was quicker and stood stroking his prick, working the dripping precum over his bulbous helmet. As the gymnast stripped Mr May considered his desk, `I really don't want to disturb the wretched papers, I have got them in some sort of readable order,' his fingers caressed his glans, enjoying the tingling expectation which rose delightfully up from his groin. A quick thought concerning Geoff's athleticism and he smirked. As Geoff was removing his socks, his young five inch thick teenprick already swelling and hardening Mr May grabbed the cushions of the sofa and laid them on the carpet.

Geoff stood naked, his fingers stroking his shaft, teasing his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his damson plum shaped knobhead, he watched the Headmaster's preparations and understood instantly what was required. Mr May plumped the cushions up and then lay across them, his head perched on the sofa, he held his dick upright, the pale mauve tip shining with the drooling coating of his precum. Geoff straddled the headmaster's body and postioned his teenpussy over the pulsing cock.

"Ready," he said, Mr May nodded and Geoff sank down, his teenpussy swallowing with ease the fat cockhead, his well exercised and stretched body easily accepted the further stretching of his teenpussy lips as Mr May's thick manmeat slid home. Geoff rocked slowly, adjusting his position for the greatest effect.

"Oooohhhhh," he gulped as Mr May's manbulb slid past his teennub, his teenbud responded, quickly swelling around the invading lance and Geoff expertly began to ride Mr May's thobber, `It's just another stretching exercise,' he told himself as the meaty bulb provide the inner massage that made his teennub send tingling tickles of pleasure rolling up and over him. Just what I need,' Mr May relaxed allowing the gymnast to do all the work. Geoff grunted, a little annoyed at the lack of stimulation from the headmaster and gasped his teenshaft in his hand, balancing on the hard squelching cock inside him he caressed his own dick, his hips rotating and twisting as his teencck demanded.

Graham Malton grunted as the gardener's son Dickie squirmed and writhed through his shuddering boyjoy, the final crunching of little Dickie's inner membrane around his jerking teendick was just enough for the final spur. Graham's hips went into overdrive as he thrust hard and repeatedly inside the tight love glove of the young boy, Dickie's yelpings of pleasure added into his own growing grunts as his teenprick exploded and heavy strings of teencum splattered deep inside Dickie's boypussy. Dicki grinned broadly as he felt the wet shootings bullet inside him, the warm sensation tickled his hot boybud and he enjoyed a small twitch of boyjoy. Graham sank down, spent on the young boy, `I do like boypussy best,' he said to himself as he felt his teencock slowly shrink to be edged out by Dickie's muscular spasms. `I bless the day I volunteered,' he smiled as he recalled the first time.

"Very good of you," Mrs Garton the gardener's wife had smiled ta him, Graham stood in the hallway of the gardener's cottage. He could smell the flowery perfume that clung to the air around Mrs Garton's stout figure which was clothed in a shapeless sequinned frock.

Tod Garton the gardener grunted, he knew the ways of the school well, t'lad's done this to get out of som'mat,' his knowledge told him. `I am however pleased to get the award, it'll do me well when I ask for a raise and y'never know, there might be somebody at the dinner looking to take on an award winning gardener,' he stared at the fourteen year old youth, `Don't know him, not one of the popular types but still he's here.' Tod cleared his throat, Graham turned towards him, he knew that sound it always preceded an instruction.

"Well lad, the boy Dickie is in his bed, Molly will bring you through. We should be back before midnight, I have an early start and don't; want to stay too late," Molly Garton kept her face straight, she was hoping for more, `It's not often I get away from here, the job and the house are okay but apart from looking after Dickie there's nothing much to entertain me. It'll be grand to go out proper like and best of all be there by Tod when he picks up his prize,' she thought as she took Graham through to Dickie's bedroom.

"Dickie, this is Graham he will be looking after you whilst your father and I are out. Now be a good boy for him," Moly smiled her thoughts already elsewhere. "Now he just needs a bedtime story and he should drop off after that," she patted Graham on the bed who stood watching the cute boy who was lying on his bed in his spiderman pyjamas. Dickie stared back at the spotty faced teenager, `I hope he will be fun,' he thought as he bounced on the matress.

"Now Dickie don't bounce, you'll ruin the springs," Molly patted her son on the head and bent down to give him a goodnight kiss.

"You stink mummy," Dickie wriggled his nose as the wall of perfume hit his nose.

"Oh Dickie," Molly crossly twitched her head but the nights events beckoned and she wanted to get on and away. "It'll be the first night out for months," she did not realise she had spoken aloud.

"Come away Molly, we need to get on the road," Tod called from the hallway where he was checking his reflection in the mirror and his pockets for the things he would need.

Graham stood in the doorway of the cottage, he felt he ought to wave goodbye, as he stood there he sensed a movement beside him, looking down he saw young Dickie standing there waving too.

"Oh Dickie, you really ought to be in bed," Molly yelped from the car but Tod was intent on driving away.

Graham stared at his charge, `She said something about a bedtime story,' he thought, "Now back to your bedroom," he spoke at Dickie who poked out his tongue and suddenly ran away. Graham jolted with shock found himself standing there as the red and black backside of spiderman disappeared into the cottage. `Fuck! this is the last thing I need,' Graham stirred into action and set off after the energetic boy.

Dickie giggled as he ran around, he knew the layout of the cottage and let Graham a merry dance as the teenager lumbered after him. Graham stood in the doorway of what he presumed was the main bedroom; the air here was very heavy with the floral scent of Mrs Gartons perfume. He stared around, `I was sure he came in here,' his head floundered as his eyes roved around the room. The low giggle and the black edge of Dickie's pajama leg protruding from under the bed caught his attention.

"Got you!" Graham triumphant cry was shortlived as when he clasped his hand around the exposed pyjama, all he managed to grab was the material itself. He heard Dickie laugh and grasping the cloth he tugged hard, to his shock after the initial resistance he found himself holding Dickie's pajama bottoms and from the other side of the bed Dickie's giggling face chucked at him. "Little devil!" Graham launched himself at the grinning face but Dickie was too fast for him. As he landed on the bed, his hands outstretched to grab the boy Dickie disappeared from view. Graham leaned over the edge of the mattress and bending forward looked under the bed, two pink globes bobbled in front of his eyes as Dickie wriggled away from him. By the time Graham had turned over and sat up on the bed, Dickie stood grinning in the doorway, his tongue pocking out in a mischievous pout. Graham was instantly enraged at the pouting grimace but then he caught sight of Dickie's boydicklet, the slim pickle of pink flesh bobbed up and down and Graham instantly felt his own teendick swell. For the first time that evening his thought turned away from the chore he had volunteered for to the other prospects being alone with a cute boy offered. Graham could not help reaching down to squeeze the hardening teenpole in his trousers.

Dickie was giggling and laughing as he suddenly turned and ran, Graham panting hustled after the boy, his expanding teenprick causing him problems as his spurt of activity caused his teencock to entangle itself in his trunks. He stood in the hallway listening for any sounds that Dickie might be making as he attempted to adjust his hardon within his trousers.

"Watcha doing?" Dickie's questioning voice came from the side, Graham turned his head where Dickie's head was poking out from a cupboard.

Graham swallowed nervously, he felt worried, here he was his hand struggling inside his trousers to move his horned up teendick to a more comfortable position and Dickie was watching with very interested eyes.

"Just making myself comfortable," Graham groaned and bent over as his troublesome teenprick refused to help out and his twisting hands had caught it in the fly of his trunks, the shooting pain making his eyes water. `Fuck It!' Graham thought furiously, knowing the only way to sort out his problem was to undo his flies to allow his hands and his throbbing teencock to be properly manipulated. Ignoring Dickie's observing eyes, Graham opened his flies, his bulging trunks burst through his trousers and with a sigh of satisfaction Graham managed to slide his pulsing teenmeat back into his trunks where it lay pointing upwards, the tip just poking over the elasticated band. Graham grunted gently as the tightening of the elastic against his vibrating teendick sent further exciting tingles running through him.

"What's wrong with your willie?" Graham became aware that Dickie was no longer in the cupboard he was now standing right before him, his head bent slightly looking at Graham's bulging trunks.

Graham blushed a deep red but then Dickie reached out a hand, his finger poked the bulge of Graham's shaft, "Your willie seems stiff?" the boy said leaning closer. Graham was about to push the finger away when Dickie's hand grasped his shaft, the shock of pleasure shot through him and he trembled, his hormone raddled mind demanding that pleasure be the order of the day. "Can I see it?" Dickie's question was followed by the sudden sensation of release as Dickie's hands tugged Graham's trunks out and down, the snapping of the elastic waistband as it bit against his swelling ballsac made Graham groan loudly and Dickie giggled as Graham's waving teendick hit him on the nose. Dickie's laugh sounded loud but Dickie then caught the strange aroma that arose from Graham's willie and his nostrils twitched as they inhaled the sugary sweet odour that floated in the air around Graham's teenmeat. Dickie could not help leaning closer and taking a big sniff of the enticing scent, this close Dickie's hand also touched the dark pink rod that jerked in the air. `Feels so soft and spongy and yet there is a hidden stiffness inside,' Dickie pondered the reasons for such a strange combination. Graham groaned as the sweet touch of Dickie's hand made his teenprick rear and jerk, his precum was splayed around as his teencock swam about. Dickie's grabbing also meant that his foreskin was moved, gently back and forth it went as Dickie continued to grasp the meaty rod, playing with Graham's teendick with obvious relish.

`Boynnggg,' Graham juddered as Dickie playfully bent his throbbing teenlance downwards and then released it. Graham's teenprick bounced back and forth, butting his stomach and sending more tingling expectations rising within his twitching nerves.

"Funny," giggled Dickie and he repeated the action, Graham bucked and held onto the wall as Dickie's playing with his teencock was exciting and pleasurable.

"Oww wwwwoooo!" Graham gurgled as Dickie's tugging became too playful, he bent over as a sharp pain shot through him when Dickie' tugged downwards much to hard for any comfort or pleasure. "Hey that hurts!" Graham swiftly reached out and grabbed Dickie's hand before the boy could repeat it again.

"Oh Sorry," Dickie was immediately apologetic. "I'll kiss it better," he added, " that's what mummy does," Graham shivered as he felt the warm moist touch of Dickie's lips against his shaft, his teencock swelled and bucked in response to the wet kindly kiss.

"That's nice," sighed Graham.

"S'kay," grinned Dickie and kissed Graham's teenprick again, his eyes goggled as he saw Graham's willie expand and blush a darker pink, he was intrigued by the shiny glimmer that gleamed off the tip of Graham's willie and he stroked his finger over the sticky gooey mixture, his hand grasped the skin covering the tip and he moved it downwards. Graham gulped and jerked as a sudden hot flush of desire and pleasure jolted his groin and ran up his spine.

"That feels nice," he sighed

Dickie not quite knowing why simply repeated the movement; he saw the funny bit of skin move up and down, the sticky liquid slithered over the exposed mauve coloured bulb, `My willie is more pink there,' he decided but he continued to repeat the movement, seeing that Graham's skin moved further down than his did. Graham was becoming quite heated and beginning to enjoy Dickie's amateur attempts but he was really getting uncomfortable, he was stuck up against the wall, his clothes were all wrong and his teendick was making more demands on the space left inside his head for thinking. `I need to move this away from here,' Graham decided and overcoming the insistent demand from his teenprick managed to grab Dickie's hand.

"Hey, look that's so good, so nice but let's go somewhere where we can be more comfortable, please." Graham's accompanying smile was more of a grimace but Dickie nodded, he was getting tired of just standing anyway, he nodded but his hand was left determinedly around his new toy. Graham's attempt to move Dickie's hand of his teenknob was rejected with a pouting set of Dickie's lips, so he submitted to his charge's insistence.

Graham moved slowly and with some difficulty to the next door, this opened on the living room, gently and carefully with Dickie's clenching hand around his teenmeat still sending pleasurable messages to his head he managed to stagger to the sofa. Graham flopped thankfully onto the soft cushions. Dickie still clutching Graham's pulsing teenlance climbed up beside him and was quickly squeezing his hand about Graham's cockhead and moving his foreskin back and forth, but Graham felt uncomfortable as his clothes were confining and tight in the wrong places. Carefully he managed to ease his trunks and trousers down to his knees, this gave Dickie a full view of his privates and he saw the boy lean back on the sofa, opening his own legs wide. Graham licked his lips and swallowed heavily as he saw Dickie's boycocklet quiver and jerk, `so beautiful,' he thought and tentatively reached out his hand.

Dickie watched the teenager's hand move and then Graham's fingers curled around his own willie, the touch of Graham's hand was ticklish and more than pleasant. Graham fingered the tiny foreskin making the tight skin rub hard against the sensitive inner bud, Dickie moaned as a funny but nice tickling tingle started to run up and down his backbone, he didn't have to ask `again' as Graham carried on stroking him. Dickie looked at Graham's hand and then his own, grinning he mirrored what Graham was doing and he was delighted when Graham gasped and moaned just like he had done.

"This is fun," he announced.

Graham could not agree more, despite Dickie not knowing what he was doing; the boy occasionally tugged too hard which sent a short sharp pain jolting along his teendick but the accompanying pleasurable tingles quickly muted the pain arcs. Graham rubbed Dickie's boydick with his fingertips, squeezing the bright pink bulb carefully, he could see and feel Dickie's panting and twitching as the young boy's body automatically reacted to the stimulation. Dickie's mouth was hanging open now, his eyes were swirling and his tongue flickered in and out of his mouth as the amazing tickling tingling intensified. Suddenly the boy stopped, his hand unclamped from Graham's teendick, he made to stand up.

"Gotta use the loo, need to pee," Dickie's face was going bright red and he tried to removed Graham's fingers from his willie.

"NO!" Graham was insistent, "It'll be okay, it'll be fine, just sit back," he tried to push the boy back on the sofa.

"NO! NO! NO!" Dickie was becoming hysterical, his mother's training about not making messes was forefront in his mind, and the tingling he was experiencing was so alike when he needed to urgently pee allowed him to be forceful and he managed to shove Graham's insistent fingers away.

Graham staggered after Dickie who was running away, it was difficult with his trousers and trunks around his knees, he had to tug them up; holding his open fly with one hand he lurched after Dickie.

"Nothing's happening," Dickie was standing in front of the toilet bowl, his hand was holding his stiff boydicklet, his fingers unconsciously stroking his cocklet.

Graham panted, the exertion of running with disarranged clothing and a stonking hardon were energy draining so he leaned against the wall and stared at Dickie. `He looks so cute and hot,' he said to himself, looking at the half naked boy standing by the pan, his slim but stiff boycock in his hand.

"Here let me help," Graham managed to find his equilibrium, "Look I said to let me finish, now you just stay there and," Graham flashed as nice a smile as he could, "you'll see what I was trying to show you."

Puzzled Dickie nodded, trembling and hot and bothered he stood where he was as Graham came up beside him. He could see Graham's willie which was pointing upwards was glittering in the light, the shiny sticky stuff he had felt was continuing to puddle out of Graham's willie and drip down the meaty length. Dickie felt his hand twitch, `I want to rub it like before,' his head said to him but he remained still. Graham sat back on the edge of the bath, the rim was hard but it was more comfortable than standing up or having to bend over at a hard angle.

"Come here," he beckoned with his hand.

Gingerly Dickie stepped closer to him and murmured when Graham picked him up and sat him on his lap.

"That's better," Graham relaxed against the wall, turning slightly he was more balanced on the side of the bath. Dickie squirmed on his lap and Graham jerked slightly when his teendick made contact with Dickie's exposed skin, he felt every minute micro-inch as his teencock stroked against the satiny soft texture of Dickie's young body.

Dickie settled down, he watched with his bottom lip nipped in by his teeth as Graham's fingers once more grasped his willie and slowly rubbed and stroked it. Graham smirked as Dickie's mewling sighs rose in volume the more he caressed the slim three inches of boycock. Quicker and quicker his fingers fluted and squeezed Dickie's boytreasure as Dickie rocked and bucked. Dickie's head swam as the tingling tickling increased, the hot tingling becoming a seething tickle inside him.

"PEE! PEE!" Dickie yelped as the inner pleasure became something he knew, he jerked forward, is backside rising up from Graham's lap.

End of Part Six

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