THE TEACHER

THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF SEX BETWEEN A MAN/BOY AND BOY/BOY.
MOSTLY STORY

Written by Lester         (lester@global.co.za)

Being just out of Varsity, a 20 year young adult, I decided to look
for a job.  I became a teacher of the Sloan High School, teaching
mathematics and chemistry to grade 7's and 8's.  I was by far the
youngest teacher the school had ever employed, and also the brightest.
I was the top of my class in Varsity, and received the golden trophy
for excellence.  I skipped two grades, and also passed with an
"A" aggregate.  I was the kind of Dilton Doiley in the Archie
comics.

	"Good morning class" I murmered to my first class ever.   "I 
am Jeff - uh - I mean Mr Morrison, and I am your new home room 
teacher."  Silence.  "I will be also teaching you mathematics
and science, so you are all lucky to have me for at least one
quarter of the day."  I looked around to my completely bored
class, and saw the "tell somebody who cares" look on their faces.

	"We will now take roll-call, and when I call out your name, 
stand up and tell me a little about yourself - where you come from -
your favorite sport, and anything else you would like to share
with us."  Being a small school, in a rather small town, it was
easy to get to know everybody.  I had only 13 people in my class.
	"Alexander."  One of the children stood up.
	"Hi.  My name is Joseph Alexander, and I come from
Detroit, Michigan.  I like baseball."
	"Berry."  Another boy stood up.
	"My name is Luke Berry.  I've always lived here, and I
hate faggots, so you fag boys better watch out."
I looked up at the speaker, and was almost instantly disgusted with
what I saw.  A fat kid was standing next to his desk, now watching
me to see how I reacted to his comment.
	"What's your problem?"
	"I just want these punk kids to know how I feel about them."
	"I see.  Well FAT BOY, I don't think you should comment about
other people's problems - sort out your own life before commenting
on other people's lifestyles."  I shouted at the boy.
	"Y-y-yes sir."  He quickly sat down.  At least he knew
who was boss around here.

	"Levitt"
	"I am Brian Levitt, and I live here.  I like chess and
swimming."
	"Dork" commented the fat boy.
	"Shutup!" commented another girl, who was clearly defending
Brian.
	"Oh, and you must be ... Nadine Levitt."  I commented, now
realizing that we had a brother and sister in the class.
	"Yes, sir.  I am Nadine Levitt, of Jewish origin and proud of
it."
	"This is getting us no-where.  Class, when I ask for your
names, I don't want to turn it into some kind of racist discussion
or anything like that.  I just want to know your name, and what you
like.  I don't care if you are queer, jewish, fat or nerdish.  I just
want you to get up and say Hi.  My name is Jeff.  I come from Salt Lake
City, Utah and I like to play tennis.  How difficult is that?  Okay.
Let's forget about this.  Everybody, get out a piece of paper, and tape
your name to the front of your desk."

The children obeyed, and soon I managed to learn everybody's names.
My home class list eventually looked like this


Name			Sex	Age	Enjoys

Alexander, Joseph	Boy	13	Baseball
Berry, Luke		Boy	15	Nothing
Levitt, Brian		Boy	14	Chess, Swimming
Levitt, Nadine		Girl	14	Chess, Cycling
Mason, Mark		Boy	14	Ice-Hockey
Oscar, Janet		Girl	13	Reading
Poole, Nicole		Girl	14	Giving boys a headache.
Quake, Jake		Boy	15	Computer Games, Table Tennis
Rigby, Thomas		Boy	13	Thinking
Sue-Lin, Jenny		Girl	14	Matial Arts
Saschell, Michael	Boy	14	Ice-Hockey
Thompson, Jurgen	Boy	14	Debating
Ursula, Minkie		Girl	15	Loafing about

A week went by before we managed to get to know each other.  Sometimes
I stayed after school speaking to one of the pupils, and getting to know
them better.  Let's talk about myself for a change.

I am 20, as we have already mentioned, and come from the Apple City -
New York.  I studied at Harvard University, and decided to move
to Clayton Lake, Maine - probably one of the smallest towns in the
US of A.  Here is where I decided to teach, and I have been enjoying
it so far.  I wouldn't call myself a nerd.  I did wear glasses,
and a jersy with patterns, and I did enjoy a good game of chess, but
I didn't act like a nerd.

Anyway, there I was, rambling on, when the headmistress came into
the class.
	"Excuse me, Mr Morrison, may I have a word with you please?"
The whole class "wooood" as if I was in some serious trouble.  We
stepped outside, and the headmistress gave me some terrible news.
	"I have some terrible news for you.  One of your students,
Thomas Rigby's mother has died this morning."
	"Oh dear."  It made me feel sad when something like this
happened.  So young, and to lose a parent - the news was like
murder itself.  "Is his father here to pick him up?"
	"No.  His father died when he was 1 year old.  He has no
immediate family.  Nothing."
	"Let me get this right.  His only parent died this morning,
and he has no other family."
	"Yes."  The woman was in tears.
	"What are we going to do?"
	"I don't know."
	"Where is he going to stay?"
	"I don't know."  The woman started blubbering now, because she
had no idea what to do in this situation.
	"Okay.  I'll tell him the news, and I will offer to look after
him for a while."
	"Oh thank you."  Mrs Snodgrass, the headmistress, pressed her
head against my shoulder and started crying.  One would have thought that
HER mother died, the way she was carrying on.  I patted a few times on
her back, and told her that is was all right.  Off course, that
wasn't the case.

I walked back into the class, at about 09:30 AM in the morning, and
gave them the best news they could hear.
	"Class dismissed.  You can all go home."
Their faces lit up, and quickly packed their bags to take their sudden
departure.  Shouts of "yeah" and "grand" went up in the air, and the
boys and girls quickly left the room.  Thomas didn't get up as quicly
and as eagerly as the others - he never did.  It seemed as if he wanted
to think about it before he did it.  A typical thinker.
	"Thomas."
	"Yes sir?"  The boy looked up at me with those innocent eyes,
not knowing, nor suspecting what was to come.
	"You must stay behind."
I hurried the other children out, closed the door  and shut the blinds 
so that nobody could see our little discussion.
	"Have I done something wrong, Sir?"
	"No.  Come on closer."	The boy edged a little closer.  "Closer."
The boy was now within arms length.
	"Thomas, I'm sorry to have to tell you this.  Your mother
died this morning."

BAM!

I could feel the shock that just hit the boy.  Tears welled up
in his eyes, and started rolling down his cheeks.
	"The doctor told her to stop, but she didn't listen."
He lips started quivering, and his voice became stuttered.
	"She didn't listen."  He burst out crying, so did I,
and I extended my arms to comfort him.  Almost instantaneously,
he took the gesture, and now it was his turn to cry in my shoulder.
I grabbed him tighter, tears also streaming from my eyes, and
kept on saying
	"I'm sorry.  I'm sorry" as if it was I that caused the death.
We both cried for a good 10 minutes, and then he suddenly stopped.
His grip slackened, and keeled over backwards, as if he had been shot.
Pannicking, I shook the boy, thinking that his heart had stopped or
something.  The boy had a white face, and red lanes on his cheeks where
the tears ran.  He turned his eyes, and looked at me, and murmered
	"There's nobody left."  At that stage, he closed his eyes and
passed out.  The shock was to great for him to handle.

	"Nurse!  Nurse!"  I ran down the hall shouting for the nurse to
appear from someplace, and headed towards the nurse's room.  She almost
got a heart attack from fright when I barged in clutching this limp
boy in my arms.  Nurse Mable eventually manged to calm down, determine
that the boy had just fainted, and gave me some pills to calm me down
too.  The headmistress popped into the office, and we continued to
talk about what is to come.
	"I have arraned for a substitute teacher until you two are
ready to come back to school."
	"Who's the substitute teacher?"
	"Me."  The woman didn't sound to excited about the fact that
she was going to sub a grade 7 and 8 class, but she felt it her obligation
to.  "Just take him home, and let him rest, and bring him back when he
is ready to come back to school.  I will inform the class, so that they are
aware of the situation."
	"Thanks Mrs Snodgrass.  I'll take him home now."

I carried the boy out to my car, and lay him down on the back seat.  Mark
just happened to be in the vacinity, and came running closer.
	"Is he sick?"
	"No.  He fainted, and I'm going to take him home now, to rest."
	"Why did he faint?"  I couldn't hide the truth.
	"His mother died, and he fainted from shock."
	"When did she die?"
	"This morning."
	"He's better off now."
	"What?  How can you say that?"
	"His mother used to beat him - often.  He hated her."
	"How do you know about this?"
	"I gotta go now."  The boy quickly turned around, and ran away.
I wanted to call the boy back, but I felt that Thomas needed to get home
and rest now.

AT HOME

Being a very small town, there was no flats, and the houses that were
available at the time were all family size.  I had just recently moved
in, and there was hardly any furniture.  I took him to the master
bedroom (my bedroom), and lay him down on the bed.  I had a double bed,
but that was the only bed in the house.  That meant that I had to sleep
on the couch.

Being a bit bushed myself, I lay down next to the boy, and closed my
eyes to rest.  Now, whenever anybody just closes their eyes to rest, you
automatically fall asleep.  That's what happened to me.
	"Mr Morrison.  Mr Morrison"  I woke, and found the boy now towering
over me.  "What happens now?"
	"I don't know."  I looked down at my watch.  2:00 PM.  "Let's
get something to eat.  I'm hungry."
	"My lunch box is in my bag."
Where was that thing now?   Probably still in school.
	"Don't worry about that.  You can have lunch here."
I made some scrambled eggs and we both ate.  Thomas didn't eat as much
as I would expect somebody his age to eat.  He was picking at his food,
and definately sidetracked.

	"I have told Mrs Snodgrass that I would look after you for a while.
Would you like that?"  I asked.  Thomas eyed me out a bit.  He looked
up and down at me, and looked around the house.  All of his pistons were
working in deciding what to reply.
	"Yes.  Thanks."
	"Thomas."
	"Yes?"
	"Do you know my name?"
	"Yes - Mr Morrison."
	"No.  Since you are living with me for a while, you can call
me Jeff - but only when we are together, okay?"
	"Okay."  A small smile came on the boys face.  Phew - I thought he
was going to look miserable all his life.

	"How about a game of chess?"
	"Okay."  He smiled even more.  It seemed like chess was one of
his favourite pastimes.  I pulled out the wooden chess set from the
hall closet, and brought it over.  We set it up, and I let him be white,
and play first.  Being a thinker, he took his time playing.  Eventually,
he moved.
	"That move is called Indian in Reverse."
	"Why?"
	"I have no idea - somebody called it that, and for some reason,
everybody knew that move to be the Indian in Reverse.  Each opening has
a name, except for one."
	"Oh.  What move is that?"
	"I'm not telling.  Next thing you know, we will have the Thomas
opening to all remember"
	Smile.

We continued to play for a little while, and the thoughts between the
moves became longer, and more intense.  I couldn't stand the agony of
waiting for another person to finish thinking, so I started a conversation.
	"Who's your best friend at school?"
	"Mark."
	"Oh yeah.  He came over when I was carrying you to the car.  He
seemed very concerned about you."
	"What else did he say?"
	"Oh.  Nothing."
	"I've known Mark for a very long time.  Four years.  We met in
the forest, and became friends."
	"Uh-huh.  Check."  I moved my Queen to check his King.  He was in
a bad position now.

	"Do you have a brother?"  He asked, still looking down at the
board.
	"No."
	"Do you wish you had a brother?"
	"I don't know.  I lived with many many other boys, so it was like
I had a brother."  He looked up at me.
	"What do you mean you lived with other boys?"
	"I lived in a orphanage.  Both my parents died when I was very
little."
	"Oh dear.  I'm sorry."
	"And I'm sorry about your parents too.  I understand that your
father died when you were very little."
	"Yes.  I can't remember him."
	"How do you feel about your mother?"
	"Can I tell you a secret?  Promise you won't tell anybody?"
	"Okay"
	"I hated her."  Oho.  So here it all comes out.  "She used to beat
me for no reason at all.  I wasn't allowed to have any friends at my house.
I had to see all my friends at school, or after school.  Sometimes she would
lock me in the cupboard, and hit the cupboard, and make me very scared."

I was now looking at the boy, who was telling me all these things.  There
were tears rolling down his cheeks again.  I moved on closer, and reached
out to hug him.  He quickly accepted my comforting.
	"It's okay.  You're safe now.  Nothing like that is going to happen
anymore."  He started wailing now.  "I'ts okay.  Let it all out."

After supper, we went to his old house, which was needless to say empty,
and collected some of his clothes.  Coming back, we decided to stop in at
the local drug store and get some sodas.  While we were sitting there, Mark
came by to say Hi.
	"Hello Mr Morrison."
	"Hello Mark.  What are you doing in this part of town?"
	"My dad owns this shop.  Hello Thomas."
	"Hi Mark."  Thomas seemed quite delighted to see Mark.
	"Are you coming back to school tomorrow?"  Asked Mark.
	"No.  We have to arrange some things tomorrow."  I interrupted.
"Mrs Snodgrass will be taking the class.  Thomas will be back at school
next week monday."
	"Okay, can I come and visit Thomas after school?"
	"Sure.  You two can chat now, I want to go and meet your father."

I left the boys to talk, and went to speak to Mr Mason.
	"Mr Mason?"
	"Who wants to know?"  The man looked up at me, with looks that could
kill.
	"Ah.  I'm Mr Morrison, Marks teacher."
	"Oh.  Ha ha.  Sorry about the who wants to know remark.  I thought
you were the feds or something.  Pleased to meat you!" 	Shake hands etc.
"My son is telling me so much about you.  It is the first teacher he has
manged to like."
	"Oh really?"  I was very easy to flatter.
	"Yeah.  He thinks of you as 'big brother'.
	"Well, I'm very happy that he feels that way.  I do seem to get
on well with children."
	"I hear you're taking care of Thomas."
	"Yep.  Just for a wee while until we can find other arrangements
for him."
	"Tell ya what - when you find something, just make sure that
it includes a father or something like that.  It seems that he needs
something like that."
	"Oh?  And how can you tell?"
	"Well, look at his age, for goodness sakes.  My son is the closest
person there is to him, and he's definately not qualified to answer any
questions that boys that age might ask."
	"Oh.  I never thought about that."  Looking at the boy, I realized 
that now was the time of his manhood.  "We'll be off now, here's for the
sodas."  I pulled out a five-dollar bill.
	"Nah.  It's on the house."
	"Well, thanks very much, and it was nice meeting you.  We must
get together sometime and have a b-b-q or something."
	"Yep.  Give us a call.  We are the only Mason's in town."

Well I was relieved to know that I was a favourite teacher.  I didn't want
to be somebody who everybody hated.  It made me feel good to hear other
people talking nice about me.  I walked closer to the boys, and they
both stopped talking as if they were planning a surprise party or
something.
	"What are you guys up to?"
	"Nothing" they both sang, like robots.  I gave them a what-are-
you-guys-up-to look, and they just replied with wicked smiles.  I was just
happy to see Thomas happy again.

Driving back home, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that I was being
watched - more like examined by my new friend.  His eyes were bouncing up
and down my whole length of my body.  I also noticed that he slowly moved
a little forward, so that he could get a better peek.  Suddenly, I turned
to him, and he looked up, with a oh-no-I've-been-caught look.
	"What are you looking at?"
	"Nothing."
	"What are you thinking about?"
He couldn't lie to me now.  He always thought.
	"I was just thinkning how it would be if I was your age."
	"Well, being my age you have a lot of responsibilities.  Just how old
do you think I am?"
	"Eighteen."
	"Oh.  Flattery will get you everywhere."  He laughed.  "What makes
you think I look eighteen?"
	"You don't have a beard."
	"Yeah.  My hair growth of my body is veeeerrrry slow.  At some stage
in your life you will probably overtake me in hair growth."
	"Why?"
	"I'm not a hairy person.  Look here."  I extended my arm towards the
boy, and he took it and examined it.  "Hardly any hair.  Compare that with
your arm."  He looked at his own arm, and back at mine.  He had light
wisps of blond on each arm, which meant that he was going to be hairy
at the age of 18.  "I'm 20 years old in body, but 16 years old in spirit."
	"That's why we get on so well" he added.

We went back on home, and made the arrangements of who will sleep where.
I was to sleep on the couch, and he was to get my comfortable double
bed.  I had only one bathroom, so going to the loo was a different
story for me now.  First knock - then enter - in my own house.
While we were settling down, he decided to ask me a very strange question.
	"Can I ask you something?"
	"You just have."
	"Promise that you won't tell anybody."
	"Promise.  It will be our secret."
	"You know, when you play with your thing, you can make stuff come
out of it - right?"
	"Uh - yeah.  It called sperm - or cum."
	"That's it.  Now, is it bad for you if this stuff comes out?"
	"No.  It's supposed to come out."
	"Is doing what a person does to make it come out bad?"
	"No.  That is natural for anybody.  Hell - I did it a lot when
I was younger.  Now and then I still do it."
	"Really?"  He seemed quite relieved that it was done by grown ups
too.
	"Yep."
	"So it's not bad for you?"
	"Uh-huh."  Gee.  Those questions weren't bad at all.
	"What happens if you swallow it?"
My eyes widened at the question.
	"Well... uh... um...  I don't quite know.  I haven't done that
before.  Why do you ask?"
	"Oh.  No reason - just thought about it."
	"Well, you can't just THINK about it.  You must have done it, or
somebody you know has done it."

He turned his head away, to try and avoid the question.
	"Well?  Who are you referring to?"  I sounded angry, and demanding.
	"Mark."  His eyebrows made that sorry look.
	"And who's cum did he drink?"
	"Mine."  Tears welled up in his eyes.  He was so unhappy that he had
told somebody.
	"Oh."  I sounded far more understanding.  "When did this happen?"
	"Last week."
	"Well he looks fine to me, so I guess nothing happens."  I smiled
again.
	"Aren't you mad?"  He asked, now very curious as to why I didn't react
badly.
	"No.  Why should I be?"
	"My mom was real mad."
	"Is that why she beat you?"
	"Yeah.  Sometimes.  She called me worthless, and a faggot.  That is
why she never wanted Mark to come around.  She didn't want me to have any
friends.  She even told me that if I wanted to be a girl, she could arrange
to have my thingy cut off.  Why aren't you mad?"
	"Well, when I was younger, I did the same things."
	"Really?"  His eyes lit up in amazement.  He couldn't believe that
a brain like me could be responsible for things like that.  "You did those
same things when you were younger?"
	"Sure.  All the time - especially when I was in boarding school.
That's where I learned about it.  I would suck somebody off, and somebody
else would do be up the ass at the same time."

I seemed to have some kind of an effect on the boy, I could see a little
buldge growing in his pants.
	"When was the last time you did something?"  He asked, now getting
very interested in the subject.
	"About 4 months ago - when I was still in college."
	"And you never tasted cum before?"
	"No.  Neither have you.  But I would like to."  I looked down at his
pants, and saw that he had quite a hard on.  "Come on - it's time for bed.
But let's go for a shower first."  I took him by the hand, and led him to
the bathroom.  "You can go first."  I walked out of the door, and turned
around.  He had that please-dont-go look on his face.  "Would you like me
to help you?"  He nodded.

It was like a dream come true.  I've always liked younger boys, and here I
had one, ready to be showered by me.  He just stood there, in his clothes,
waiting for me to "assist" him shower.  I walked on in, and knelt down, so
that my head was by his stomach.  I looked up into his eyes, and undid his
shirt.  I was greeted by small erect nipples, and kissed them - one by
one.  A sigh arose from the boy.  I took my shirt off, and then proceeded to
his next item of clothing.  I undid his pants belt, and button, and slowly
pulled them off.  I saw a rock hard cock in his underpants which made me
quite horny.  He slipped his sneakers off, and kicked his pants off while
I removed my trousers. I turned around, and for the first time, he saw my
shaft sticking through my underpants.  He was totally fascinated, and he
leant forward and pulled down my underpants.  My cock sprang to life as 
it was freed from it's entrapment.
	"Ooooohhh" came a sigh from the boy.  "I expected it to be more
hairy".
	"I told you that I grow slowly."   I had quite a bushell of hair,
but not the amount of hair that an ordinary 20 year old would have.  Hell,
I didn't even shave yet.  I pulled his undies down, and almost fainted at
the sight.  He had a nice long cock with a little bushel of hair at the
base of his prick.  His tip was shiny with juice and just waiting to 
be sucked.  I licked the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet pre-cum that
was there.  His prick jumped at the very touch.  I put my tongue under
his head, and slowly closed my mouth over the young cock.  I slid my
mouth slowly up and down his shaft.  He made small hip movements to my
sucking, and one could tell that he was quite enjoying it.  I stopped
sucking, and faced the boy.
	"Give daddy a kiss" I pleaded.

Without hesitation, his lips met mine, and he gave me a deep kiss.  Not
a kiss with the tongue, but still, a deep soppy kiss.  I picked him up, and
took him to the showers.  After adjusting the temperature a little, I
washed the boy.  I took the soap in my one hand, and rubbed some on his
body.  I used both my hands to gently wash his back.  Needless to say, he
was facing me, and I was washing his back with my arms around him.  His
cock was pressing up against my chest (I was kneeling), and he was definately
enjoying every moment.  I slipped my hands between his cheecks, and slipped
a finger up his ass.  He gasped and tensed his anus as my finger penetrated
his little rectum.
	"Oh.  I'm sorry - did that hurt?"
	"No.  Not really."
I made some more suds in my hand, and continued with his front, arms and
legs.  He had light wisps of hair on his legs, and they became darker
with the water running over them.  I cleaned his cock, and while doing
so, I commented  "You must always keep it clean.  That way, nobody can
refuse you a blow-job on the basis that it's dirty".  He laughed.
I rinsed off the soap, and then began to suck on his shaft once more.
He once again gripped my head, and started thrusting his cock into my
mouth.  His knees began to shake, and I knew that he was ready to shoot.
Instead of shooting, he pulled out, and asked me to stop.
	"Why?"  I asked, now querying the boys stupidity.
	"If I cum now, then I won't be in the mood.  Then I won't be able to
return the favour.  Let me do you."

Oh!  Heavens above!  First, the boy lets me do things I've always enjoyed
doing, and now he wants to do it to me.
	"Now just stand there and relax."
	"Yes Sir."  I said, now pretending to be the student.  He cupped his
mouth over my left nipple and sucked it.  He wasn't experienced in doing that,
but it was quite nice anyway.  He proceeded on over to the other nipple,
and did that one too.
	"Gee.  You're pretty good."
	"Quiet!"  He demanded.  "Who said you can speak!  Speak when you are
spoken too!"  Gee.  He really played the role of a teacher well.  He now
soaped up his hands, and started gently washing my entire body.  He also did
my back like I did his, but this time he let his cock slip inbetween my legs.
The soapiness made is slide in and out between my legs quite smoothly.
	"Aaaaahhhh" he moaned.  His fingers found my butt hole, and one 
promptly went in.  I gasped in delight as I found a younger finger buried
deep inside my anus.
	"Can I put my cock in there?"  He asked now sounding far more
randy.
	"Sure."  He turned me around, and soaped up his cock and my ass, and
then placed his dick at my entrance.
	"Mark doesn't like having this done to him.  It hurts him too much.
Is it not going to hurt you?"
	"Hey - I'm bigger than he is, so my anus can take more than his
can.  Give me all you got."  With that, he thrusted his hips forward,
ramming his whole cock into my ass.
	"Aaaahhh" we both sang.  He pumped in and out, making squish sounds
as he went along.
	"Sir?"
	"Yes?"  Pump Pump Pump
	"What happens if somebody cums in somebody else's ass?"
	"Nothing.  It just gets a little messy - that's all."
	"Can I cum in your ass?"
	"With pleasure."
He pumped in and out a little faster now, giving light grunts with each
thrust.  His hands reached around me, and started stroking my cock.
He gave a long slow groan as he continued to pump in and out, and then
finally, he thrust one last time, this time keeping it deep in, and I
could feel his cock pulsating a few quick times, and then slowing down.
He left it in, and still gently played with my still hard cock.

He pulled his cock out, and sat down in the shower.
	"What's wrong?  I asked"
	"Nothing."  He looked up at me and smiled.  "I've never had it this
good before."
	"Oho.  It just gets better."  We stepped out of the shower, and we
dried each other off.
	"I wish Mark could be involved in this."
	"No.  You mustn't tell him a thing.  Instead, lets do this.  Invite
Mark over for the weekend, and then we'll... "

The plan we had will be later revealed - we don't want to spoil the surprise.

Weekend time came, and Mark was invited over, as planned.  He came the
Saturday morning, and we did some grand things like putt-putt and bowling
etc.  Afternoon time came, and it was time to put our act together.  It was
a warm day, so we were all wearing shorts and T-Shirts.
	"Mark.  We have a surprise for you."  I said, now bringing our 
surprise to life.
	"Oh really?"  He asked, now sounding quite interested.
	"Yep.  We're going to act out a play for you.  You must just sit
and watch, and when you are asked to join in, you must join in."
	"Okay."
	"Promise that you will join in when asked to" demanded Thomas.
	"Okay - sure."

Thomas went to go and sit on the edge of the bed, and we stood in the center
of the room.
	"This play is called the Wicked Teacher.  Thomas is the teacher, and
I am the naughty student."
	"Okay" laughed Mark.  We went to go and stand in our planned places.
	"Jefferson!"  Screamed Thomas, now pretending to be a very authorative
teacher.
	"Yes Sir!"  I sprung to life, enacting the role of a student.
	"Where is your homework?"
	"I - I forgot it sir."  I said, with a sad look on my face.
	"What!?!  You FORGOT to do your homework?"
	"No.  No.  Um.  The dog ate it Sir."
	"Liar!  For lying and not doing your punishment, I'm going to punish
you!"  Mark was really enjoying this play.  He was laughing along as we 
enacted our parts quite convincingly.  "Come here!"  Demanded the irate
"teacher".

I got up and went on over, making the lip movements as if I was about
to burst into tears.  Thomas rached for the dresser, and pulled out a
plank which we had planted there.
	"I'm going to give you six of the best.  Bend over!"
Mark was thoughrougly enjoying it.  I bent over, and the boy started
smacking me.  Smack!  Smack!  "Hm.  That's not sore enough."  Said
Thomas, now looking dissappointed.  "I want to cause you more pain!"
With that, he pulled down both my pants and underpants, and my cock
tangled out in the air, just where Mark could see it.  We both looked
at Mark, and watched his mouth drop to the ground as he stared in
complete shock.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

	"I don't think you've learned your lesson!"  Bellowed the boy.
"I am going to cane you some more!"
	"No, please!"  I pleaded.  "Anything but that!"
	"Anything?"  A smirk smile crossed the boys face.
	"Anything!"  Thomas went to go and lie next to his friend, who
was speechless.  He pulled down his pants, and took of his shirt, and
then commanded me to suck him off.  On my way over, I pulled off my shirt,
and stepped out of my pants and undies.  We were now both naked.  Thomas
spread his legs, and I kneeled down inbetween them, and started sucking away
at his cock.  Mark was only a foot away where this was all happening.
	"Mark" said Thomas.
	"I don't believe this."
	"Here's a jar of KY Jelly."  Thomas reached to beside the bed, and
pulled out a jar of KY Jelly from the draw.  "Use this, to do the thing
you like the most."
	"You don't need to ask me twice!"
Mark took off all of his clothes, and grabbed the jar of KY-Jelly.  He
smeared some over my asshole and on his cock, and then placed his cock
head at my entrance.  He slowly slid it in, so that he won't cause me
any pain.
	"Ram it in."  I said, quickly stopping the sucking.  With that, the
young teen rammed his cock into my intestines.  He thrust it in and out, in
and out at quite a rate.  Here we were, teacher sucking schoolboy, and
schoolboy fucking teacher.  Not the kind of thing that the school board would
take to well.  The boys started kissing each other, which made them quite
randy.  They stopped kissing, and then Thomas put his hands on my head,
and Mark put his hands on my hips.
	"I'm gonna cum."  Murmered Mark.
	"So am I.  You can cum in his ass."  The boys started shaking a little
as they reached their climaxes.
	"Here it cums!"  Yelped Mark, who was now is extacy.  I felt his prick
throb as he continued to thrust it in and out of my ass.  At the same time,
I tasted cum in my mouth.  The boys came at almost exactly the same time.
	"Aaaaaaaahhhhh" they both moaned, now subsiding from their powerful
orgasms.

Mark pulled out of me, and collapsed on the bed.  I got of Thomas, and lied
down between them.
	"Now who wants to taste man cum?"
	"Me Me!"  Screamed the both of them.
	"Hang on guys, you can have turns sucking me, and then you can share
the cum afterwards."
Mark was first to start.  He flew down on my cock like a starved dog finding
a morsel of food.  He carried on for about 5 minutes, and then Thomas
complained that it was his turn.  They switched sides, and Thomas was
now sucking my cock - quite well too.
	"I'm going to cum, Thomas."  Thomas ignored my warning, and 
continued to suck.  "Thomas - I'm going to cum VERY soon."  He sucked
and sucked.  I started groaning as the orgasm welled up inside of me.
	"Aaaaarrrrrgghh."  I moaned as it hit me.  Wave after wave of cum
flowed into Thomas's mouth as I emptied my testicles.  The orgasm had
subsided, and Thomas lifted his head from my cock.  All the cum was still
in his mouth, and his cheeks were bloated.  He signalled to Mark, and Mark
came closer to share of the desert.  The two of them put their lips together,
and Thomas spurted half of the goo into his friends mouth, and swallowed the
rest.  Some went onto the lips of the other, but tongues soon found those
droplets.

	"Man, that was good!"  Said Mark, now realizing that is wasn't
a dream.
	"Yeah."  Agreed Thomas
	"Can we do it again sometime?"  Asked Mark.
	"Sure.  Thomas lives here, and you are welcome at any time."
That weekend, we had about 3 orgies with the three of us doing different
things each time.  We arranged for the Mason's to have Mark over every
weekend, to give Thomas "brotherly support", and he was allowed to come
after school each day for "extra tuition".

Back at school, I had to tell the class about the terrible thing that
had happened the previous week, and why Thomas wasn't at school for the
last few days.  Thomas was sitting in the front of the class, one desk
away from his friend Mark.
	"Class.  As you know, Thomas was not here for the end of last week.
Neither have I been here.  Thomas's mother died last week Wednesday, and
that is why class was dismissed early.  Thomas doesn't have any immediate
family, so he is staying with me for a while.  I am going to arrange to
become his legal guardian, so that his stay may become permanent.  I must
also say, that just because he lives with me, he doesn't get any special
attention.  He is not going to get help with his homework, and he gets the
same amount as all of you.  He won't be treated any specially, just because
he lives with me."

With that, Mark turned to Thomas, and they swopped wicked little smiles.
What a great teacher they had.