Date: Mon, 01 Nov 2010 03:58:59 +0000
From: stuart slater <slaters@rock.com>
Subject: The End of 'No Touch' For Schools - Part Three

The End of "No Touch" For Schools
Part Three
By Stuart Slater (slaters@rock.com)

Just a boy, he wasn't going to understand pressure on his shoulders as
guidance to get down and take a dick into his mouth so I released him and
turned around to get a chair for him to sit on so he'd be at the
appropriate level. Many times each day I told kids in my class to sit down
and get on with their work, today I'd be setting Andy a task entirely new
to him.

Settled in the place I'd put him his face was exactly right for access to
my crotch. Though he looked even smaller sitting down, I was glad to find
the liberty the new government had given me to use him how I liked was
still enough to keep my dick rock solid. I had not been mistaken to test
out the sexual possibilities of my class and I'd been quite right to pick
Smith in particular: his clear eyes gazing up at me from his smooth,
good-looking little face was definitely a sexual situation and I stood
before him with my erection rearing up, leaking with desire. I was more
turned on than I could ever remember.

As I gave my penis long full strokes I moved back in on him, reaching out
to cup and hold the soft cropped hair at the back of his head. I could so
easily imagine my aching prick inside him. Anticipating the feel of my
organ sliding in and out of his young hole - having him as a completely new
and unexplored fuck experience - was bringing me close.

Knowing my own saliva was still on Andy's lips I released my dick and
squeezed his face to open up his mouth. Had he ever even heard of oral sex?
Knowing the nice home he came from, I was sure he hadn't.

I had a good look at the sweet wet opening into which I was planning to
introduce my tool. Typically of a boy who'd only just lost his baby molars,
his teeth seemed slightly too large for his mouth which made we wonder if
my dick would fit; but his glistening, coral-coloured lips definitely
invited me to try inserting the tender flesh of my prick and when I thought
about the little flicking tongue that lay inside, how it would be to have
it washing around my helmet, I liked the thought immensely.

Like a posable doll, he kept his mouth open as I let go of his face. I took
my hard-on back in my hand, forcing it down towards his mouth. The tip of
it was now just an inch or two away from its target. He could hear it slick
with its own lube as I rubbed it, I knew he would be able to smell it and
now he was going to taste it.

He went on looking up at me as I eased my hips forward slightly to nudge
the wet head of my organ against his soft lower lip. A bead of precum
dabbed against it and then as I pulled back a little a clear strand of sex
lubricant stretched between his face and my prick.

I pushed on the back of his head and he took my penis into his mouth. The
hardness of his teeth bumped gently against my helmet before I felt it
pushing into the hot wet softness beyond. Almost unbearable waves of
pleasure surged from my bell-end's entry to that tight little aperture.
Like the obedient boy he was he even closed his lips around me so I could
feel their rosebud touch around my knob. Pressing more firmly on the back
of his head I watched the thick root of my organ slowly slide into his
face.

He took almost a third of it before I felt the sensitive tip of my cock
against the back of his throat. I would have liked to have lifted my leg up
onto the back of his chair to brace myself then pumped his skull like a
road digger, but I knew physically I couldn't. The law said he was mine to
touch, but not to harm like that. As it was his eyes looked watery and his
red cheeks were puffed out as he struggled not to gag.

I eased off from pushing his head onto me. My erection -- lubed and
super-stimulated by Andy's mouth -- slowly eased its way from between his
lips.

I had the saliva from the young lad's tongue still wet on my hard-on as I
pulled him by his shirt so he stood up. He was looking down at the
floor. He rubbed the drool away from his lips making me wondered what he
thought of the taste of his teacher's cock.

There was no doubt now not only that he knew what I intended doing with him
but also that he was going to do it. He'd accepted the new rules the
government had put round him: that adults could touch him how they liked;
and he'd accepted my rules: that the way I liked to touch him was as if he
was a junior sized sex toy.

I was fully naked, he still had his uniform on; it was time to get it off.

I felt the cool floor tiles of my classroom as I got to my knees in front
of him. Even with me kneeling and him standing up, his head was only just
above mine. He still had his chin down so as I moved in for another kiss I
nudged his head up to give myself full access to his lips.

Despite having sucked my cock his mouth still had the same slightly minty
taste of whatever sweets he'd chewed at break. He didn't fight my tongue
this time. I slobbered over his lips as my fingers found their way to the
little metal catch at the top of his fly. I struggled there for a moment to
get the zip started but then heard and felt his trousers open up.

That high pitched little buzz of a fly coming down got me one step closer
to the cock Andy had tucked away after his playtime visit to the boys
toilets. As he'd returned it to his pants, could he ever have guessed the
next person to handle it would be his teacher? That soon not only his penis
but his entire body would be used for my sexual pleasure? Nobody could say
he'd not been warned: the rights of teachers to touch had been spelled out
at assembly after assembly.

And we'd done a good job drumming it in to him, because Andy did not resist
me as I squeezed my fingers into his open fly. The soft cotton of his
underwear met my touch and almost straight away I found the warm nubs of
his genitals, so much closer now.

Soon he would have no physical secrets left from me; I'd know his body more
intimately than he knew it himself.

And then I'd take his final gift: the knowledge of how it felt to take him
all the way.

Reluctantly I ended my assault on Andy's mouth and moved back a little,
easing my hand out of his trousers.

I sat on my haunches, stroking my cock again as I had a good look at what
I'd done to him. Andy rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth once more,
but then stood still while I wanked over him, my dick slicked with his own
spit.

His hair was ruffled now, his shirt still part undone and the zip of his
school trousers open to show a patch of snow white underwear.

"Socks off." He lifted each foot and peeled off his grey ankle socks. Once
he was barefoot I put my hand out and he placed them in it. Wanting every
part of him I put them to my face and inhaled. I could smell the leather of
his shoes, his mother's washing powder and the faint scent of his moisture.

"Trousers down." His cheeks flushed redder still as his small fingers
fumbled with the catch at his waist, opened it and automatically felt for
his zip. But it was already undone. He leaned forward to ease the soft dark
grey material for where I'd wedged it between the cheeks of his behind and
then pushed his trouser offs so they were gathered at his feet.

Down to just two items of clothing.

The bottom of his shirt was crumpled where he'd tucked it in and it was
just long enough to cover up his underwear. I masturbated more slowly as I
enjoyed the thought that soon he'd be as nude as me. Hard as it was, my
dick seemed to stiffen further at the realisation of how close I was to
getting skin-to-skin with a child one third my age.

Knowing sooner or later Andy would lift his gaze from the floor I continued
to tug myself over him, one slow stroke after another, and as soon as he
glanced up I looked him in the eye and told him to remove his shirt.

His clumsy fingers worked on each button, revealing the flawless pink of
his chest in stages. When he reached the bottom he left it hanging open
while he worked on each of his cuffs and I worked him dick faster as I got
my first sight of his tiny little light brown nipples and his final piece
of clothing -- the white cotton budgie smuggler briefs that he had on.

He shrugged off his shirt and turned to put it on the chair behind him,
then stood in front of me almost completely naked, his balls on display
under snug little hipsters.

I raised my spare hand to point at his undies.

"Now take those down as well."