Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2015 09:59:24 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Teachers Nightmare. Ch1.

Synopsis. - A young teacher is blackmailed by a student. Loads of sex
follows until it gets out of hand when another student rescues the teacher
and it becomes a love story.

The story is complete in three chapters and 12,511 words.

			   A Teacher's Nightmare
				 Chapter 1

I could never understand why there were so many erotic stories about
relationships between students and their teachers or coaches. I guessed
that most were fictional or wishful thinking, plus, thirteen and fourteen
year olds didn't have big cocks. (Well, not many, I remembered then that at
14, I had 7 inches, unfortunately as I grew to full manhood my cock didn't
keep up and I only added a half an inch to that 14 year olds number one toy
by the time I was 21.) These stories were circulated in the underground
press, printed, badly, mainly, on cheap paper and sold for a couple of
pence by fairly unscrupulous people. Curiosity took me to these sellers and
I invariably bough one or two most weeks with my pocket money.

At 23 I changed my thinking when I was suddenly living one of those erotic
stories. Let me add very quickly that it was not through choice. One
unintentional mistake snowballed into a nightmare for me in my first
teaching post.

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I suppose we have to retrace my life back to the time that I was one of
those fourteen year olds and discovered I thought I might be gay, not that
the word gay was used to describe us for many years after that, we were
queers, butt fuckers, benders, etc. I was a war baby so I hit 14 in
1954. School changing rooms were a fertile breeding ground for my own
erotic thoughts and eventually my first foray into boy/boy sex. I thought
it was fantastic particularly as it was with one of my best friends. Clive
and I were similar build and athleticism so when he accused me of being
queer because he saw me scoping out his package after sport one afternoon,
I challenged him to a fight to decide who was the macho guy and who was the
pussy. (When I look back on that incident I still wonder how I could fight
my best friend and then still be best friends afterwards, but we were.)

A walk across the common to a secluded corner and we stripped to underpants
so that we wouldn't mess up our school uniforms and set too. I suppose it
was because we were friends that the fight didn't involve any punching. We
didn't want to hurt one another, we just wanted to dominate. We wrestled
for ages until it wasn't a case of the strongest winning, but the one with
most endurance. I am ashamed to say that wasn't me, and I eventually
succumbed getting caught in a full nelson and held face down on the grass,
exhausted. I was released and didn't move until I felt my wrists being tied
up. Clive was using his belt and before I could function he had me rolled
over with my wrists secure and my underpants with the remainder of my
clothes.

"Now pussy you can see close up what you were so interested in while we
changed."

He slid his own pants off and straddled me, gradually sliding up my body
until his cock was dangling just under my nose.

"Now, lick it and it will be very nice to you and grow so that you can see
it even better."

I wouldn't, initially, until he threatened to walk away taking my clothes
with him. So, I licked it, and realised I was thrilled so that my own cock
grew as well. Clive hardened to a quite healthy four or five inches I
guessed. He made me lick his balls as well until he was really hard and
then I had to take it in my mouth. Well, for me that was it. I loved it,
the feel of his cock on my tongue and in my mouth was amazing. When Clive
realised I was loving it he moved back a little and bumped into my very
hard cock. Turning to look at it he gasped.

"How the fuck did you get such a shitty big cock?"

He was mouth agape and had slid off me completely, kneeling alongside my
body.

"And why is it so hard," he said as he felt it for a second. Then I think
it hit him.

"Oh fuck, you are a queer."

I had been so enthusiastic I couldn't sensibly deny it. He rolled me over,
undid the belt and rolled me back, stretched out alongside me and just
spoke again.

"You can continue sucking my cock and make me cum if you want to."

So I did. I slid down and sat up on my haunches so that I could lean in and
suck his cock but also have a free hand to play with his balls. I sucked
him to orgasm and swallowed all his jism. Laid alongside him afterwards he
asked if I really was a queer boy.

"I don't know. I've never thought about it before and I've never touched
another boy until just now. I look at other boys cocks because I find them
interesting so I guess I might be queer. You won't tell anyone else will
you?"

He didn't and I never did anything else at school. I had a few similar
sessions in college with likeminded individuals, but still didn't click
that I was in fact, `queer'. I got a Bachelor's degree and followed it with
a B.Ed. so that I could teach. My first post was a public school. (Stupid
name because it was the opposite, a fee paying private school.)

I taught English and was a junior housemaster. Because I was a bachelor my
apartment was attached to my school house. It was easy for me to keep an
eye on my boys. All 14 and 15 year olds in 4 man dormitories with a central
corridor. Showers and toilets at each end and on two floors.

I settled in, enjoyed the teaching and I guess my enthusiasm rubbed off. I
also coached and refereed soccer. Two terms behind me and it was into field
sports for the summer. I had been a middle distance runner all through
school and university so I knew about conditioning and exercise
programmes. I was also extremely fit myself so my teenage students weren't
going to shame me at all. I found myself supervising training sessions
frequently without another member of staff so I had to police the changing
rooms to make sure the horseplay didn't get out of hand. That meant
standing around while the boys showered and dressed. I started doing what I
had done as a 14 year old and one of the boys who I found very attractive
picked up on it. He didn't say anything to me but he made notes when he got
back to his dorm. By half term he had enough evidence, as he put it, to
report me.

Most school nights I either supervised prep, or carried out private
tutorials. The boy, Michael Evans, came to see me one evening.

"Come in, Evans, what can I do for you? I see your grades are high so I
presume it is not a study problem."

"No Sir, this is difficult. I think one of the master's is queer and I'm
wondering if I should report him to the headmaster."

I was quite shocked and said quite forcefully that he definitely
should. That threw him I realised later. He passed me his notes and asked
me to read them. There were no names but I quickly realised that the notes
were about me and that Michael was the student. I coloured up with
embarrassment because it looked so bad written down. It was all true but I
hadn't consciously thought about him in a sexual way. I just admired his
body and his groin was like mine at that age, well put together. I tried to
make light of it when I was finished.

"What those notes show Evans is that the member of staff admires the body
of a student. That doesn't mean that he has carnal desires towards that
student. You are a very well put together young man for a fifteen year old,
and yes I have admired your body, but I can assure you I have no carnal
desire for you. I know that those notes are about you and me, aren't they?"

"Yes, Sir, so you won't mind if I take these to the headmaster?"

I was stumped then because although they might not be enough to get me
dismissed they would certainly put a serious question mark against my name
when being considered for any duty involving the boys other than teaching
them. I blushed and tried to keep my cool as I addressed the issue.

"I would certainly prefer it if you didn't. I doubt those notes in
themselves would get me dismissed but I am sure they would impact on my
advancement in my chosen profession."

"I thought the same, but I also thought that because this is a school with
a prestigious reputation that the headmaster would probably not give you
tenure for a second year therefore blighting your copybook."

The boy was far too clever for his own good and I knew I was sunk. I looked
again at his details and realised he would be sixteen during the summer
brake so if we sorted this I would have him at this school for two more
years.

"Alright, Evans. Supposing I agree with your assessment of the situation
what would you like as a reward, shall we say, for losing those notes in my
waste bin?"

He grinned at me and lay back in his chair as relaxed as it was possible to
be.

"First, I won't lose the notes, but I will place them somewhere that will
keep them safe and secure. Second, you are to call me Michael when we are
in private and I will call you by your first name instead of sir. Third, I
want you to undress completely before doing the same to me. Then you are to
give me a blowjob. If you don't get an erection that will be it. If you do,
I will continue to use you as my pussy boy until I leave school and you
will not balk at anything I ask of you, but it will always be in private."

"That is preposterous, of course I'm not going to strip for you."

He got up, grabbed his notes and headed for the door. I knew I couldn't let
him take those to the headmaster.

"Hold on Michael."

He stopped, turned round and just said, "Yes."

"I'll do it. My name is Charles, but I'm called Kit by friends and some
colleagues."

"Ok, Kit, strip."

I did, slowly and very reluctantly. Naked, I moved in and stripped Michael
slowly as well. He was gorgeous and being able to touch him had the wrong
effect on my cock. By the time I had him naked I was at full mast. He moved
in and stroked it.

"That is quite a formidable weapon, Kit, I hope mine will be that long when
I am full grown."

He sat in the armchair then, legs well spread and told me to blow him to
orgasm.

To be honest, that was an act of pleasure, he was totally gorgeous. I
played with his balls as I sucked on a five inch lollipop. He was cut and
quite thick. I thought that if he kept growing he might be as long as me
when he was full grown. I swallowed all of his cum without thinking and
loved it. Sat back on my haunches after I had released his softening cock
he looked at my cock, rock hard and dripping precum.

"I think you should wank yourself to orgasm. Catch your jism in your hand
and eat it."

 I protested, but did it when the threats started. I also realised then
that I would always obey him in the future because he now had
incontrovertible evidence that I was gay. I was so turned on to this boy
that I came very quickly. A real gusher.

"That was very impressive, Kit. I guess I turn you on. Next time I think
I'm going to fuck you so I would get some lubricant if I were you. A dry
fuck would be very painful."

While I was still digesting that information he dressed and went. I now
expected some serious problems with this boy. I just had to hope he would
keep it private. I knew enough about sex to get a tube of a lubricant when
I next went into the village pharmacy. I was prepared and a good thing too
because Michael was the last of my tutorials a couple of days later. We
went through from my study to my private quarters.

"Alright Kit, strip and get on your bed doggy fashion."

I knew there was no point in arguing so I did.

"Nice arse. Now drop your head and shoulders onto the bed and use your
hands to spread your arse cheeks."

He used his fingers then, slicked up with spit, to start finger fucking me.

"Are you an anal virgin, Kit?"

"Yes, I am."

"Oh good. My first fuck and it is going to be a virgin arse."

He was obviously enjoying himself because he finger fucked me for ages,
increasing the number of fingers. I was incredibly ashamed of myself,
allowing this 15 year old to abuse my body in this way. The main problem
though was that I loved it, and it got better when he used the gel I had
bought to lubricate his cock before sliding it into me. He was quite gentle
on entry but then went at me like a little jackrabbit. His orgasm was very
quick and quite violent. He pulled out straight away and rolled to the side
of me. I came back up on my arms and looked down at him.

"That was pretty damn good, Kit, I might want to do that every day."

I sat back on my haunches and took in the view. He looked supremely content
and I realised he really was quite stunning, almost beautiful. I thought
that in different circumstances he would make a wonderful lover. I stroked
his cheek making him jump with surprise.

"This is all wrong and I should never have allowed this to happen, but I
thought it was pretty damn good as well. You are quite a sensational young
man."

He was obviously very pleased with that comment and asked very politely if
I would clean him up so that he could dress and go. I did and then sat back
in my lounge and thought about what I had just done. Or more precisely what
Michael had just done. Being fucked was quite sensational. I wondered if I
would ever get the chance to reverse roles.

I started to take more interest in Michael's training which quickly showed
results and he was picked for the athletics squad. He was patently very
pleased and told me so when he next came to be serviced. Practice makes
perfect and that applied in the bedroom as well. I became a very practised
cocksucker and passive body to fuck. We eventually turned our sessions into
love making. Michael loved to be kissed and I loved to do it. After one
session when he had fucked me after I had kissed him for a while and played
with his cock he lay back, looked up at me and hit me with his next words.

"You are such a practised lover and fantastic cocksucker I'm going to bring
Andrew Carlton with me next time. He needs to see how good you are."

I neatly wet myself.

"You can't, Michael, this is supposed to just be between us."

"No, I said it would always be in private, well it will be. Don't give me
any shit or I'll be forced to spank you."

What could I say? This boy could do anything he liked to me because if I
balked I would end up losing my job, probably go to prison and my life
would be over.

I was obviously upset and less than eager when it came to clear up time.

"You need an attitude change and I'll help it. Get over my knees I'm going
to show you how I intend dealing with any revolt against my orders."

I felt really low five minutes later when I was stood in front of him
rubbing my sore butt.

"Now what do you have to say?"

I didn't know what he meant so he told me. Bent over a chair he slapped me
once for every word he spoke.

"I'm sorry Michael, I will always be enthusiastic in future whatever you
want me to do."

My sore bottom was now a lot worse because he had really laid into me with
these last ones. I repeated it when I was stood in front of him again but I
couldn't look at him.

"In future, if I have anyone with me you will call me master and show a
proper degree of servitude towards me. Do you understand?"

I was gutted but replied, "Yes Michael."

He dressed and left. I went to bed on my stomach because my arse was so
sore. I would have to get some salve in case things escalated.

I guess both of us were busy then up to half term because Michael left me
alone. I still coached him of course and saw his standard improve. I was
also always very friendly toward him and the remainder of the middle
distance runners that were my particular responsibility. I was incredibly
careful to keep my eyes from roving over young nubile bodies. A few times I
caught Michael smirking so I guess he noticed as well.

Walking back to the house one afternoon he confirmed my thoughts.

"I'm pleased to see you behaving yourself in the changing rooms Kit, I
would be very upset if I wasn't the centre of your lustful looks and
thoughts."

I had, of course now mapped his body completely, and his personality when
he wasn't being overbearing with us in private, so I thought I would be
honest with him about my thoughts.

"Mike, I think you are a stunning young man so having realised that I am a
homosexual I am thrilled to be able to have sex with you. I would really
like to make love to you though not just blow you and then have you rape
me. There is only a little over seven years difference in our ages so
having you as my boyfriend wouldn't be too odd."

He was stunning, made more so because he was a very pale blond, almost
white hair, with very red lips that were made for kissing. The mean streak
showed in his face when he was being beastly. The body, if he kept training
would be incredible. He already had the right proportions and the
beginnings of a six pack. His pecs were developing well also

I think he was quite shocked at my suggestion but he came back and knocked
that idea on the head. He laughed before speaking.

"Don't be daft. I'm not queer. I just like to be blown and fucking you is
better than pussy because you are so tight. I guess I must be a bit of a
sadist as well because I loved pounding your arse last time, and I'll do it
again if you give me the slightest cause."

So that was it, I needed to adjust my thinking now.

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