Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2017 09:48:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: What I Want Please remember to make a contribution to nifty and help keep this archive going strong. What I Want... Master Lawrence, age 32 William, age 12 What I want is a young boy's dick up my ass. Not just any boy, mind you. The boy, my boy, not your boy, must be slender and cute. Furthermore, his penis can't be just any old appendage. That very special part must have the same qualities of the rest of him: not too big and not too small. Big enough for me to know, "yes, I've been fucked!" and small enough so my jaw doesn't beg to quit before I make him cum. Oh, that's another thing ­--he must be able to cum. Age, therefore, must hover around 11 to13. An angelic 11 to13. Thirteen is max. Please! no downy sprouts on his upper lip, or hairy under arms either. A few new silky pubic strands are ok, no more. Wet ones, that's what I want from my boy: wet, juicy orgasms. Forget those pre-pubescent dry shivers or sparkles you read about. He cums; I cum. Satisfaction on both sides. Fair is fair. He could play contact sports--I'll allow that--but doesn't sweat over it. His fingers are long and feet beautiful. And clean underwear, always. He's a boy who loves the feel of another's tongue on his tongue and who sometimes puts his hand in his crotch to tease me. Such a boy is William. How lovely to be among youngsters day after day, to observe and mentor their flesh as well as their minds. School. So many fit, energetic bodies--horny bodies--ready to cum easily and often. Such an over-heated spermy environment: school, boarding school. But that's exactly why I'm there! In the dorm each morning the damp bed sheets could make a girl pregnant. William. William told me he jerks off every night; he rarely misses. That's how we got started. He knocked on my door quietly and politely late one evening. He had a question, "please, sir." He wanted to know if masturbating so often--sometimes twice daily--was abnormal or at least excessive. He asked with such charm, his bright blue eyes fixed on mine. Right then I knew we would wind up in bed. A delicious frisson passed down my body to my groin. I'd been watching him since the term began. How could I not watch, a boy-lover like me? And he knew. He knew he was being observed more than just casually. I was skeptical of his concern. He was twelve. Surely he must have learned from other boys that daily exercise of the muscle in question had been tested millions of times and proven not in the least bit harmful. He knew better. He was grooming me. Boys had come on to me before. Their approach varied widely. Tommy claimed pain in his groin. Gregory said he had sinful thoughts all the time. Stephen heard that boys could, and did, have anal intercourse. Joseph insisted I take his temperature in his butt because, after all, that's how his father did it. While William expressed his concern I imagined how my rampant adult dick would feel sliding it's way up his virgin boy ass. Sophisticated beyond average for their age, do these kids suspect the lascivious desire swirling about their body? Perhaps. But I do know once my desire for them is made plain by word or action most boys are flattered and quite ready to participate. If I misjudge, no hard feelings. We each continue as before, but with better understanding of each other. There is no resentment on either side. Such is the private school ethos. So here is cute William tonight, dressed only in his pajamas bottoms, complaining to me about his fixation with jacking his phallic stalk. "I mean, Master Lawrence, maybe...maybe...uh...I uh...I'm not doing it right, so I keep doing it over and over, like Latin declensions... Could that be it?" He does tend to show off his smarts, William does. Now this is a rather novel approach at seduction by one of my pubescent Form II charges. He must have heard from some others that Master Lawrence knows how to make a boy feel good. I'm flattered by his approach and admire his courage. How can I resist this lovable boy? Of course I want him to seduce me. But I won't help--at least not yet. I want to see how far he can carry this delightful pretense of concern. "Well, William, you're pretty good at Latin declensions so you should be pretty good at jacking off also," I say with a serious teacher-like mien. He giggles like a fourth grader. There's a long pause in our conversation while we look at each other. In my cotton gym shorts an erection is growing which I won't try to hide. "Can I show you?" he asks, blushing. "I don't mean ALL of it, sir," his voice breaking, "just how I start out...Then you can tell me if it's like other boys..." Those bedroom eyes of his are focused between my legs. What does he assume I know of other boys? We'll get into that later. For a few minutes I hem and haw, seeming impatient by his bedtime intrusion. Again he asks, this time with a pleading tone. "Well, ok. Just a little, William. But turn the lock first. Quietly." That he accomplishes eagerly. Also eagerly his jammies slide down his beautiful legs. In class he's not so eager; rather lethargic. The hairless penis dangles half hard but growing, which he wraps in his left hand palm. In class he's right handed. "William, you do it with your left hand? You're right handed...Maybe that's the problem." "Oh! Sorry sir, I guess I'm a little nervous." He switches to the right. In the old easy chair that fits me like an well used glove I've been settled for the last hour reading a new book: Today's Adolescent Boys; Counseling For Educators. I watch William's dick rise to full mast. Mine is almost as hard, his eyes still watching mine. "Come, stand by me." William Andrew Forster, twelve years and two months old, moved closer. Seated as I was, my face was inches away from his groin which emanated combinations of scents so stimulating to a boy lover like me. I drew in the smell deeply, my nose twitching in a sort of orgasm of its own. A musk scent so similar to other boys in my book of memories, yet still individual to William. A little urine there. Earth and puppy dog, too. But fresh, newly minted by his half-grown fine body. William ever so slightly extended his hips closer to my face because he must have perceived my enjoyment of his fragrance. Closer, so that the end of his cock is not more than two inches from my face. "One way to tell how tense a boy might be is to do this," and with my middle finger I probe between the cheeks of his well rounded ass before he could ask what that way cold be. "Oh," said the boy quietly and sweetly, as if I surprised him by skipping a few steps ahead in our man-loves-boy game, a game we both wanted to play. That boy's hot moist cleavage was deep, surprisingly so, but my middle finger found its mark surely. Pressing in more, I made him groan under his breath. "Go ahead William," I whispered, show me how you jerk-off...you sweet, sweet sexy boy." "Sir!" I knew he liked those words. "Yes, William, you are a little sexy boy-bitch. I've been watching your ass...all the time...in the dorm, in the classroom, the hall. You need a good fucking, William Andrew Foster." "Yes, sir, I do." Part 2 Now listen, despite what you read on nifty you can't simply flip a boy over and plunge right in. You got to prepare the ground work slowly, carefully. Especially with one so young, such a large step has to be taken in very relaxed circumstances. Pain and suffering otherwise. Pain and suffering is not what I any of my boys to experience. That said, there is going to be SOME pain. Those parts are not designed to go together in the way we like. My first experience was frustrating and unsatisfactory, which explains the care I take now. Lord knows I had a few boys of the "just heat and serve," variety: boys who had been fucked repeatedly by older brothers, cousins, coaches, uncles and, dare I say, a father or two, and who barely flinched. Even experienced boys endure some discomfort on initial entry, endure it for the reward certain to follow. Yet even they needed careful preparation. For parents one of the prime functions of boarding school is to get their pesky offspring out of the way the better to chase whatever their greedy hearts want, the very high tuition worth the benefit. So many of my boys are desperate for close and tender physical contact. It takes no great insight into the human need for love to see what flows easily from that. Boarding school boys sleep together in the same bed not just for sex, though that often develops. The usual boy is a novice anal-wise. If you're going to deflower him you must lead with hugs and cuddles and kisses and softly spoken words of love. Twelve year old William is a novice. "Sit on my lap, William." Without hesitation he does and I wrap my arms around his naked torso. Too soon for his golden summer tan to have faded, the finest silk could not out do the feel of his smooth warm skin. The peak of perfection, 11 or 12 or 13 years of age and too soon does it fade. "You're such a lovely boy, William," I whisper close to his ear. "Thank you, sir." He replies, more polite than the situation warrants. His head on my shoulder, I listen to his soft breathing. We stay that way not talking for a long time, his heart beat perceptible against my body. I wonder if he can feel mine. I dare not ask; speaking would break the mood. How content we both are; I think we could stay this way forever. I wish you were my son William. I rarely feel that for a student. William affects me that much. I've made my rooms attractive and cozy. An old well padded sofa, bean bag chairs, pillows, a small fridge with snacks. Magazines, rubik's cubes, other puzzles around ready to use. Warm colors. My rooms are more like a hangout, home away from home. The tip of my tongue touches his ear. I could stay this way forever, be happy remembering that first boy: we were William's age, eager, scared, frustrated. No adult guidance, though it would have been welcome. Maybe that's why I do this, to make up for that lack. Or am I just kidding myself? "Master Lawrence, I wish my father would hold me like this." Some weeks previous he'd told me his father was "an asshole." "Does he not love you William? Does he not show it?" William decides not to answer perhaps because I've taken one lovely butt cheek in my palm. That part of his anatomy has held my attention from the first day. Surprising how firm it feels; small, but so round and muscular even though you would not judge him athletic. He starts to purr. This isn't the time to venture into his home life with questions. A different setting is required for that issue. At the moment the issue is my swelling cock, which he will soon feel. I squeeze his butt with more conviction at the same time I touch my lips to his temple. William shifts in my lap to place his ass more firmly in my grasp. "Will it hurt, sir?" "A little." "I want to...but...I'm afraid." "When you're ready William. No rush." "I feel yours... Other boys say sometimes it hurts a lot." I wonder which one told him that. Kevin didn't complain a bit. Fucking him was like fucking butter. Maybe that little devil Joseph who produced an rectal thermometer and asked me to use it on him. Later I used my cock. Even with copious lubrication Joseph earned my admiration, a brave little catamite. Now, If you've read this far I know what you're thinking: "Well, get on with it and fuck the kid! I need to cum and leave for work!" To which I say, experience tells me you have to go slow with kids. Otherwise going fast and strong can scare them...spoil everything, or worse. William himself has read to this point and tells me I'm wrong. He says he was ready and getting impatient with me. "I mean, sir, you don't have to be so gentle. I won't break!" I wish I had known that from when he knocked on my door. Anyway, I shut the lights, scoop him up and bring him to the bedroom. The nightlight spread a soft glow, enough light that I could appreciate his fabulous legs, pubes, arms and shoulders, as the jammie bottoms slipped to the floor. His eyes were bright and mischievous, lips red and wet. Oh was he ready! I seated myself on the edge of the bed and drew him between my naked legs. "You are one attractive boy, William." "Is it true, sir, what you said about watching me, always looking at my ass?" "Yes...you can believe it." "My ass, sir...Its gotten compliments...from other boys. Some touch it." "Who? "I shouldn't say, sir." "Any teachers?" "Sir!" I like the solidarity of kids, how they stick together and observe omerta when adults try to pry into their little secrets. Enough talk. Gently, my hands on his shoulders, I turn his pubescent body to face away from me. Sliding downward along his torso, then into his crotch, I cup his smooth balls. Their stickiness was a delight and I brought one hand to my nose and enjoyed the intoxicating smell of his young sex. I anticipated their taste with greedy appetite. Needless to say my cock had been hard since I held him on my lap. Now, with just a slight movement, I wedged it between his ass cheeks. William made a long humming like sound that charmed. "How do you feel?" There was a long pause. "I feel good sir." "Yes," he answered when I asked permission to go further. I reached for the petroleum jelly stored under my pillow and I took a liberal amount onto my middle finger. "Oh!" he cried louder than I wished, "It's cold!" Indeed, must be, because that little boy's asshole was like a small furnace! Cold or not I didn't let go. He was tight and hot but evidently enjoying this much penetration. I set up an in and out rhythm which William accommodated by leaning forward and spreading open more. "I like this, sir!" "Good. I like it too. Tell me when you're ready for the real thing." "I think now... "Now? Now, what?" "Sir!" "Forget the "sir"! What are you ready for William? Say THAT for me!" He shyly hesitated then said the words. "I'm ready to be fucked, sir. I mean, just `fucked' No `sir', sir ...oh, fuck!" To laugh at him at such a tense moment would have spoiled the mood. These little catamites could be so cute without meaning to. I did allow myself a smile at his nervous confusion. "Come, lay on your back William. Spread your legs." My eyes swept over his body one more time. This would be the last I would see him as a virgin. When he left my bed he would have bragging rights about his sexual experience. He could join that small club of boys who had given and gotten so much pleasure with their dorm prefect. He looked straight into my eyes, but they were somewhat vacant as though his thoughts had turned inward, gone to a memory or place I could not know. I spread him wider and placed his legs on my shoulders. A really distressed look filled his face at the same time he sucked in his breath suddenly. Instantly a tiny flash of panic gripped my stomach. Was this remorse? Was this the "let me go you pervert!!" moment? Was this the demise, the flaming crash-and-burn of my otherwise impeccable career? No, not at all. "I'm sorry...sir." "For what?" "The smell." "I like it. I like everything about you." "Sir, I have to use the bathroom." The requested room was a few steps away. He used it, returned quickly, hopping back onto my bed into the same position as before: on his back, legs up and out. The nervousness had caused him to move his bowels. An empty colon. Perfect. My penetration therefor would be all the more comfortable for him. I couldn't resist: I dipped my head between his legs and tasted. "Sir, no!...oh...I...." "I know William...Just enjoy it. Your classmates do!" Those were well chosen words, if untrue. I could feel the tension in him melt. In short order he was moaning like a little boy prostitute. I lapped at his asshole like a dog, pushing my tongue in deep. The sounds he made confirmed his greater arousal. I hadn't lost my ability to make a boy feel good using this approach. "It's called anilingus, William." I couldn't resist, the pedagogue in me as strong as the pedophile I couldn't resist naming the practice for him. "We call it ass licking, sir." "Do you like it?" "Very...very...incredible, sir!!" "The best is yet to come, William." As long as I kept licking he kept simpering, whimpering, pushing back into my face. Was this polite and quiet William? William Wiggling? Wiggling so much I took hold of his hips. He was sweaty now and smelled divine. He let me have all I wanted of his golden asshole. He let me satisfy myself on his butt completely. Tomorrow's class, as he sits in Algebra I, the memory of my tongue will bring a secret smile. Time now to deflower the little bitch Re-greasing my cock I peered into his eyes. With a smile on my lips I pushed my large dick against the small wet anus. "You'll remember this for the rest of your life, William." His facial expression was serious. Natural instinct now took over: he opened wider and placed his legs on my shoulders again. "Push and let go." An inch went in. He was tighter than expected. "Push again." My cock head felt as if wrapped tight in a rubber band. Another inch in. He caught on and with repeated pushes I was half way in. Another push would consummate our union. "Sir, don't go in more. Go back." I could read the pain on his face. Obediently I went into reverse. There we paused and incredibly he opened up, relaxed the grip on me. "Now forward!" he commanded and with a pop all my 30 year old hard phallus was in the warm sanctum, the shrine of every boy lover. Glory be. He was fucked with my cock. His face was flushed and shiny with sweat, eyelids half closed, mouth open. "How's it feel William?" "Like the biggest thing...like I have a horse's cock in me, sir. Feels like you're shoving a watermelon up my ass." "Well, its only me." "I feel like a girl...I fell like you're turning me into a girl." "I assure you, you're still a boy...but there's a part of us that's female, a part of masculine that is feminine. I felt it the first time. Enjoy it." As we talked I dipped his finger in the vaseline. Our eyes were still locked together as he began to masturbate. "That's it honey, jack off while I fuck you!" I matched my plunges with his pumping, slowly at first, then faster. His whole body was experiencing our love making and I knew this little boy would soon turn into an accomplished lover. Of boys, or girls, or both I did not know but I was quietly proud to be his first instructor. I was in that upward climb to orgasm, where one drifts into a zone of other consciousness, when all awareness centers on the end of the cock. My balls gathered up, the pressure of oncoming release swelling my prick against the tight grip of his anal muscle. "William.." I said as softly as I could..."William, I'm gonna cum in you...I'm gonna...sperm...oh...shit...oh, kid!!" "Do it sir! I want to feel how girls feel when they get it." And I did it. Strong. Strong. Long and hard. Lots of my sperm in his young ass. Slippery, warm. I don't know how much time passed, but when my awareness returned to normal I saw he had cum all over himself, and slept. William Andrew Forester, 12 years old, added to my memory book of boys I'd fucked. I let him stay for another hour then gently awakened the youngster. Making himself presentable again he kissed me on the lips and, church-mouse quiet, returned to him room. Morning. I met my first class as usual though with sluggish energy. On my way there William stopped me in the quad with a sotovoce question: "Sir, do you think Master Gallagher would want to fuck me too?" Gallagher was his young earth science teacher. "Who could resist you, you little boy-whore." He giggled. "Would you ask him for me, please?" -0- I welcome your comments. Julian Otero ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com or ba9ba9goodman@tutanota.com All my stories are here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#julianotero Please remember to make a contribution to nifty and help keep this archive going strong. Regards, Julian Otero all my stories are here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#julianotero