Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 18:00:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: Tom's addiction

This is a fictional story about a teen boy.

"Right Tom," Mr. Wilson said, "Tell me what happened."

Tom looked over the desk to Mr. Wilson, this was the first time he had to
go to the principal.

"Nothing Sir," he replied and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, sure." Mr Wilson got up and walked around his desk and sat on the
egde, he put a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Look Tom, you can tell me, you're a nice quiet boy, never in any trouble
or fights, something must have happened. Was it something John said?"

Tom looked up, staring right at Mr. Wilson's crotch. Then he looked at
Mr. Wilson's hand, still resting in his shoulders. He could see the thick
black hairs on the back of his hand, running up his shirt sleeve. Would he
be hairy all over?

"Nothing sir, really."

Mr. Wilson sat back on the edge of his desk, looking down at Tom.

"Tom, you have to tell me, I just don't believe a small guy like you starts
fighting a guy like John, the star athlete of our school. He is almost
twice your size!"

As he said that Mr. Wilson took a closer look at Tom, he was small for a
fourteen year old boy. With his long blond hair, long eye-lashes he was a
bit femine too, maybe that was the reason of the fight, maybe John with his
big mouth said something about that.

"Did he call you names?" He tried again.

"No Sir, nothing like that," Tom said. If he looked more carefully he could
see Mr. Wilson was wearing boxers, he could clearly see his cock resting
against on his left thigh.

Mr. Wilson let out a sigh and threw his hand up, placing them on his head.
"Tom, you have to tell me, I can not accept a pupil starts a fight in the
hall, I have to tell your parents about it and you'll have to stay after
school."

Tom bit his lips, feeling his cock swell up in his jeans, he saw the sweat
stains in Mr. Wilson's. He would do anything to lick those hairy sweaty
armpits.

"Do you hear what I said!" Mr. Wilson said with a raised voice.

"Yes, Sir, please don't tell my parents."

"Then you'll have to tell me what happened."

He looked down at Tom, feeling sorry for this boy, he had to fight the urge
to put his arms around him and hug him, telling him that everything was
allright. For a moment he was afraid Tom was about to cry.

"Tom..., I'm waiting."

Tom looked up, his eyes a bit watery, trying not to cry.

"I can't Sir."

Mr. Wilson got his chair from behind the desk and sat down facing Tom, now
his face was on the same level as Tom's, with their knees just a few inches
away he hoped to create a more relaxed athmosphere, so Tom would open up,
because he knew that there was something much more then just a fight in the
hall.

He placed his hands on Tom's knees, "Look Tom, everything you say, is for
my ears only, no one will hear of it, you can trust me."

"Not even my parents?"

"Not even your parents. You can tell me anything, in strict confidence."

"Well Sir, I am ..... addicted."

Mr. Wilson frooze, addicted? Sure, one hears those things about schools in
the big cities, drugs, alcohol, violence. But not in a school in a small
town like this, not at his school!

"Addicted? Addicted to what, Tom?"

"Cum, Sir, cum."

Cum? In my days we called it pot or skunk, what is this boy talking about?

"Cum, Tom?"

"You said I could tell you everything, in confindence."

"I did, and I mean that but, ... cum?"

"Yes, Sir. Cum, John's cum."

Mr. Wilson only stared into Tom's face.

"I guess not only John's, but cum in general, Sir."

Mr. Wilson cleared his throat.

"Go on, Tom."

"Well, it started a couple weeks ago. After maths, the last lesson of that
day, everybody ran out of the classroom to go home, I did too, but I
dropped my bag, my books, pencils and papers flew around the floor. John
watched me picking everything up, he didn't help, just looked at me
crawling around the floor getting everything back into my bag. He placed
his foot on my history book and smiled down at me.

"You want this book, boy." He asked.

"Of course." I said. Anyway, he told me to ask him politely. I did. He
grinned and told me I could have it if I went home with him.

I did of course, I mean who would say no, afterall he is the hunk of the
class and I wanted my book abck. When we got to his place we went up to his
room, he closed the door behind him and said he was horny. The minute he
said it, I was horny too. "Can you understand, Sir?"

"I know what is was like when I was your age, Tom." Mr. Wilson replied,
"nothing to be ashamed of." His hands were still on Tom's knees, he softly
squeezed them, "Please go on Tom."

"Yeah, sure. John walked over to me an took my hand and placed it on his
crotch. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, Sir. "I know you want
this", he said, "I've caught you watching my cock in the showers. I know
you want to feel it."

"Well Sir, what he said is true, he has the best looking cock of the class,
the biggest, and unlike me he has a nice thick bush, and huge balls too!"

Mr. Wilson pulled his hand off Tom's knees, and covered his growing cock
with his left hand.

With his eyes Tom followed the hand, he had noticed the bulge on Mr. Wilson
left thigh getting bigger. He licked his lips and continued.

"Of course I gave it a good squeeze". John moaned a bit and closed his eyes
and told me to go on. I opened his fly and pull down his jeans. The bulge
in his briefs was enormous, Sir.  I laid my hand on it, and I could feel
the warmth of his cock through his briefs. I felt down on my knees. John
pushed my face into his crotch."

Mr. Wilson shifted in his seat, he crossed his legs in order to hide his
raging erection.

"I just loved the smell of his crotch. I pulled down his briefs and his
cock sprang free, right in my face, Sir. He took his cock in his hand and
smacked it across my face, I opened my mouth trying to catch it."

Tom laid his hand on his own growing cock and looked over to Mr. Wilson. He
saw tiny drops of sweat on his upper lip. Mr. Wilson licked them away.

Mr. Wilson cleared his throat, in all the years in school this had never
happened, he felt ashamed, he should stop this kid continueing, send him a
way with extra homework. His cock throbbed in his pants he had to get away,
he got up but when he saw Tom's eyes gazing at his obscene bulge he sat
down again.

Tom bent over, placing both of his hands on Mr. Wilson knees, "You want me
to continue, Sir?"

"Yes, please." he heard himself say.

"John grabbed his cock at the base and with his other hand on the back of
my head he pushed my face on to it."

"Why did you let this happen? I mean, you got have gotten up and walked
away."

"O no Sir, I wanted it!"

"But how did you know? Eh.... John was not the first you mean?"

"Hell no! Anyway, John really pushed his cock deep down my throat, my nose
was burried deep in his pubes. I like that, pubes I mean, the hairier the
better!"

Tom had still his hands on Mr. Wilson knees, very slightly he put a bit of
pressure on his hands so Mr. Wilson knees spread a bit futher apart. He
licked his lips as he saw Mr. Wilson hard cock pressing against the inside
of his pants, it had to be enormeous, the head was half way to his knees.

Although Mr. Wilson felt Tom's hands and saw his gaze resting upon his
erection he couldn't do anything, he was horny as hell he could not resist
his lust anymore. He knew it was wrong, he fought against his will to pull
out his cock and ram it in Tom's mouth. For a second he closed his eyes and
saw his cock between the red lips of this boy.

"I sucked him hard, my tongue playing around his piss slit. John's really
start to fuck me, hitting the back of my throat with his huge head. You
know he has really a mushroom head, very big. Anyway, he pumped his cock in
and out of my mouth till he spurted his load in me."

Tom's hands moved up over the thighs of Mr. Wilson.

"Don't Tom, please, this could get me in trouble."

"I won't tell Sir." He moved his hand over the big lump in the pants.

"Please, Tom, don't...." Mr. Wilson laid his head back in his neck and
pushed his hips up a bit. "This is so wrong, but ..."

"I know, Sir." Tom replied as he opened Mr. Wilson fly. He actually could
feel the heat coming from Mr. Wilson hard cock. "But is feels so good,
doesn't it, Sir?"

Mr. Wilson inhaled deeply and held his breath when he felt Tom's hand
wrapped around his erection and pulled his cock out of his fly. He moaned
aloud as Ton pulled back the foreskin.

"Wow, Mr. Wilson!" Fascinated Tom watch drops of precum leaking out, with
his finger he rubbed it over the big purple head. John's cock was nothing
compared to this man's meat. He actually had a grown up's cock in his
hands. He licked his lips and kissed the top, then rolled his tongue over
the wet head.  "Oh, fuck Tom!"

Tom kept circling his tongue around the piss slit while he opened his mouth
wider. Slowly he let Mr. Wilson's cock slide into his mouth. It was big and
he gagged a bit as the head hit the back of his throat, then he relaxed his
muscles and started to suck eagerly.

Because Mr. Wilson was still sitting he could not get all of the big cock
into his mouth, and he wanted it all. He let go and went on his knees,
looking up into Mr. Wilson eyes. He saw a mixture of guilt but also of pure
lust. Mr. Wilson got up, and Tom pulled down the pants and
boxers. Mr. Wilson's big cock pointed straight at him, for a few second he
just admired he huge dripping cock and the big hairy balls hanging low
between the legs.

A part of Mr. Wilson hoped Tom would be scared his his big cock in all of
its glory, but at the same time he knew that Tom wanted it, shit he begged
for it!

Tom licked his lips and a sense of relief overun Mr. Wilson, he pushed his
hips forward and Tom opened his mouth, with a load groan he pushed his cock
all the way in. Tom just loved the feel of the warm rod sliding all the way
in, with his nose burried deep in the pubes he inhaled deeply. He opened
his jeans and got his own boy cock out.

Mr. Wilson placed his hands on Tom head, moving his head up and down his
cock.  Tom moan and jerked his cock, this is what he wanted, being faced
fucked by a real man's dick. Mr. Wilson thrusted his hips back and forward,
his heavy balls slapping Tom's chin.

"Fuck, Tom, yeah suck my cock" Mr. Wilson heard himself moan, looking down
how his cock slided in and out between boy's lips almost made him cum, God,
this kid surely knew how to do it. He pulled his cock out and smacked it on
Tom's cheeks.

"Mmmm, yeah!" Tom cried out, his face getting wet with precum and his own
spit, he opened his mouth wide, trying to catch the big cock hitting his
face. Finally Mr. Wilson pushed his cock back into his mouth. He stroked
his own cock faster while in his other hand the big hairy balls rolled
around.

"Oh Tom" cried Mr. Wilson and thrusted his cock faster into him. "I'm gonna
cum!"

Tom could only moan and looked up into Mr. Wilson face.

Mr. Wilson tried to pull out, but Tom quickly reached with both hands to
Mr. Wilson hips and pushed the man back in again.

"O fuck!" Mr. Wilson threw his head back and pushed his hips forward. Tom
groaned loudly as he tasted the first spurt of cum on the back of his
tongue. Mr. Wilson kept fucking him while shooting his mouth full with his
hot delicious sperm.

For Tom it was getting to much, his cock erupted, shooting cum all over the
floor and Mr. Wilson shoes.

Both of them moaned and groaned, Tom kept on sucking till the last
drop. Mr. Wilson withdrew and fell back in his chair. Tom got up, licked
his lips and pushed his cock back into his briefs and zipped up his jeans.

"Thanks, Mr. Wilson, have to go now." He looked down on Mr. Wilson, with
his pants still around his ankles, and his semi soft cock resting on his
thigh.

Mr. Wilson let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, this was
surely the best blow job he had ever had.

He heard the door closing behind Tom and realised that he still didn't know
the reason of the fight.

Quickly Mr. Wilson pulled up his boxers and trousers. Why did I let this
happen, he asked himself. He bent forward and with his finger he got Tom's
sperm of his shoe. I can get in so much trouble, he thought while he licked
off his finger. He got behind his desk and held his head in his hands.
Well, tomorrow I will talk to him, I'll tell him to stop this, that it was
wrong! That it took me by surprise. God please, don't let him tell him to
anyone. He rubbed his eyes and rested back in his seat. Although he hated
himself he had to smile, "but damn, it was just fucking great!" he said
aloud.