From: Mark Subject: I get back at Nick (M/t) (oral) (reluc) Date: 26 Nov 1998 00:00:00 GMT I Get Back at Nick (Part 1) I stepped out of the cool air conditioned environment of Gladesville Shopping Centre and into the hot afternoon sun of a Sydney suburban summer. It was a Friday afternoon and I started walking back to the car park, past the bus shelters when my eyes made contact with a boy of about fourteen, wearing a school back pack, who was shuffling outside the bus, waiting to get on board. He froze when he recognized me. The bus driver waited briefly, assuming we were both going to board as well, but I waved him off and then stood face to face with Nick Paterson at the empty bus shelter. "Well, well well, if it isn't Nick the Shithead. Long time no see!" "Fuck! I've missed the bus now," he said nervously, a far cry from the loudmouth, over confident and rude twelve year old I'd know at South Gladesville High School where I was a relief teacher about eighteen months earlier. His eyes darted around the bus shelter and then towards the entrance to the shops, and he started to walk back. I placed my right hand swiftly and firmly on his shoulder, halting his stride. "I'm so glad to see you again, Nick! I'm sure you haven't forgotten me already, shithead!" That last word was raised, angry but restrained through my gritted teeth as I pushed him towards the wall behind the bus rank and out of sight of some approaching shoppers. "Let me go," he pleaded in a scared, soft voice, "what do you want?" This prick of a kid knew exactly what I wanted. When I had the misfortune to be assigned to his Year 7 classes he used every trick in his pre-pubescent, give-the-teacher-a-hard-time textbook. From paper planes, name calling, spitting through pen barrels, condom balloon throwing and a whole host of other antics, Nick really showed what a smart-arse he was, and how he liked to impress his mates. I had a bone to pick. At the time I did my relief teaching at South Gladesville, most of the classes I took were in the junior school, and most of the kids were well behaved, co-operative and friendly. The year seven classes were generally very esy to manage, and I spent a lot of time admiring the spunky young boys under my supervision. Nick Paterson caght my eye immediately with his lightly tanned skin, blond surfie type hair, piercing blue eyes and cheeky grin. My experiences with him also involved numerous methods to modify his behaviour, such as welfare incident reports, counselling, parent interviews and supervising him at one-on-one after school detentions, but nothing seemed to change his attitude. He continued to test me often and the lustre of his physical appearance gradually wore off. After a term I gained a promotion and transfer to another school, and my twelve weeks at South Gladesville were over. But I still had a bad taste in my mouth. "I'm sorry you missed the bus, Nick," I said sarcastically, "Where were you going?" "To a friend's." He replied softly and meekly, unable to protest as my overbearing physical presence dominated his lonely position against the wall. His eyes were staring blankly at his feet. "Can't you look someone in the eye when they're talking to you, shithead?" No reply. I changed the tone of my voice realizing he was under my control. "I'll give you a lift," I said, "you can save your bus money." "I'll catch the next one, please." The look in his eyes and his slowly reddening cheeks revealed a completely different kid to the one I remembered a year and a half before. I could sense anxiety welling in his young body, and while still feeling contempt at his earlier schoolboy antics, I was now quietly admiring the way his youthful body had developed in early adolescence. Before me stood a slightly taller boy, but little else had changed in his physical appearance. From a naughty Year seven boy had emerged a handsome, although short but well proportioned young teenage boy. "What are you, a pansy? Are you afraid of me?" My mocking tone elicited a predictably bravado response. "No way!" he splurted. "What do you want, anyway?" "An apology." "What for?" he asked, the anxiety clearly vivible in his eyes, his face becoming more flushed. "Let's go back to my place," I said, moving closer and placing my right hand on his shoulder. "Or I'll smash the fucking shit out of you, you little prick" I groped his prick with my left hand and I felt he had a stiff. Not really surprising, many boys get a spontaneous erection when they're scared. He winced briefly. "You've got a hard-on!" I remarked with approval "I am impressed!" He said nothing and I let go. "Move it, now!" I led him back to my car and opened the boot. "Put your bag in here." He complied quickly and without a word and I slammed down the boot lid. I unlocked the front passenger door and he got in. "Make sure you put your seat belt on," I told him. I got into the driver's seat and my adrenalin was rushing. "I don't wnat that pretty face of yours smashed if we have an accident!" It was a five minute drive back to my place, and I was wondering what he was thinking. I had just one thing on my mind. "Do you like watching porno's?" No answer. We got out and I unlocked the boot and took his bag out. I banged the lid shut. I turned the key in my front door and pushed it open, taking out the key. I guided Nick into the hall, following him and shut the door behind us. "I get back at Nick" (Part 2) Now I had a hard-on. I tossed his school bag onto the floor and faced him. I pushed him against the wall and moved right up to him. Placing my arms around his shoulder, almost up to his neck, I thrust my groin against his and pushed my lips against his mouth. He opened his mouth, almost reflexively, and I could taste the faint odour of Coke and salty crisps as my tongue plunged into his mouth, lashing his warm pink orifice his teeth, his gums, his tongue; my saliva leeching with his. The tension between our bodies was electric as I sensed Nick's initial revulsion, but then submission as his muscles slowly relaxed and his body became putty in my arms. He was loving it. I led him up the hall, towards my bedroom, and opened the door where my unmade bed and strewn clothing made the perfect backdrop to my charged emotions. I pushed him down onto the bed and began to undress. As he lay there, still stunned by the sequence of events, I was totally naked and shamelessly displaying myself in front of him. "Now it's your turn. Get undressed." He fumbled with his sweatshirt but it was obvious that he found it difficult to undress lying on a bed. I pulled his baggy pants down to his ankles where I removed his shoes and socks before ripping off his pants completely. Nick managed to throw off his sweatshirt and finally the T-shirt underneath. All that remained were his boxer shorts, adorned with colourful images of formula-one racing cars. "So you like it fast, eh Nick?" "What?" he replied, missing the point. I grabbed the elastic at his hips and pulled his boxers down his legs and then over his feet, throwing them onto the pile of clothes now scattered around my bedroom. Before me lay the stunning young naked body of this fourteen year old schoolboy, his small stiff penis perpendicular and throbbing slightly over his smooth flat tummy, a small but dense tuft of dark pubic hair adorning the top of his groin, his tight hairless balls nesting comfortably between his upper thighs. "Ever had your cock sucked?" I asked, not really caring about or expecting an answer, as I squatted over him, massaging his chest and nipples, my hard cock dribbling pre- cum over his tummy. I was taken aback when he actually opened his mouth to speak. "My brother sucked me off heaps of times when he lived at home. It was great, but he moved out a couple of years ago." "How old were you when he started?" I asked curiously, gently massaging his slender arms with the tip of my fingers. "About eight. He's seven years older than me. "Did you ever suck him?" "Sure. After a while he wanted it too. We slept in the same bedroom and he'd want us to do it every night. It was really strange at first to have someone spurt sperm in your mouth, but after a while, I didn't mind." "Can you remember the first time you ever blew?" I asked. "When he first started to suck me nothing happened but he said that I would probably have to wait a couple of years before I would enjoy it. When I was about eleven or twelve I can remember him sucking me for only about ten seconds then I just blew heaps into his mouth..." Listening to his story of brotherly love caused my bubbling testosterone to pass the point of no return, then a week's supply of ball cream suddenly burst from my cock, splattering over Nick's face and chest. Not wanting him to miss out, I quickly regained my breath and moved down to his cute hard-on, swallowing it completely and lashing my tongue against his tender swollen shaft while he moaned in a high pitched grunt. I could feel his body tense briefly before he relaxed his muscles, then Nick ejaculated forcefully into my mouth. After a brief period of mutual breathlessness where I also had a chance to do a bit of wiping up with one of the bed sheets, Nick paid me a rare compliment. "You suck better than my brother! I'm sorry I gave you a hard time when you were at school, but it was the only way I could get your attention. Every time you were near me I got a stiff. I always wanted to see you naked and you probably never knew, but once when you supervised me during detention, I pulled myself off while you were reading the paper. The stain's still on the carpet in room 23!" "You little.. prick! You mean.. you wanted it two years ago?" You were small and cute then, but you're a real horny spunk now. I'm sorry what happened back at the bus stop." "I thought you were going to beat the crap out of me!" We laughed for a while then I turned to lie on top of him, and we kissed furiously. Our dicks had become recharged and I invited Nick to suck me. He did so with such great finesse and technique that I suppose his brother should take some of the credit! I pulled away when I was about to cum and my depleted supply of jism guzzled over his face, but it was a fantastic orgasm. During that late afternoon I discovered that Nick enjoyed ejaculating by frottage, which he had learnt while rubbing his dick against the sheets while lying naked in bed. He got on top of me and started rubbing his dick against my tummy, where our sweat made an excelent lubricant. My fingers tingled his back and neck and it didn't take long for hiom to cum again, groaning quietly at this pleasurable method. Both of us dozed of in the heat of the late afternoon, but I remember floating in a sea of bliss, while Nick quietly snored by my side. I get back at Nick (Part 3) A late February dusk was encroaching and Nick woke up, looking around in a daze before realizing where he was. I asked him where he was supposed to be. "I was going to spend the night at my mate Toby's place. A few of the guys were also coming around. Toby's got a pool and his parents are away. He says he goes skinny dipping when they're away." "Give him a call and say you've got other plans," I said, handing him the phone from my bedside table. "Sorry mate, but I can't make it tonight ... I've got a cold ... yeah, next time, promise. Who's there, anyway? Oh, good. See ya next week. Bye." He gave the phone back to me. "How many of your friends are there?" I asked. "There's Toby, Patrick, Jeromy, Brad, er.. Nathan, Shawn, Kevin, and Trevor." "No girls?" I enquired. "No way!" he snorted. "Have you been with the other boys.. er.. skinny dipping before?" "Yeah, once before, last New Year's Eve. It was really great. We had a barbecue, watched a porno, and we all went around in the nude. I also had it off with a couple of guys." "Oh yes," I said, "what happened?" "Nothing much really. I found Nathan and Brad jerking off together so I joined them. Brad's a really good guy." My dick was starting to swell at the thought. "How old are your friends?" I asked. "About my age - we've all just started Year 9, we're about fourteen." "Come with me, I want to show you something." I grabbed Nick's arm and we unfurled ourselves from the bed, leading him down the hallway and towards the back of the house. When I opened the door to reveal my indoor pool and spa, the water shimmering in the faint light Nick pinched my arm and squealed with delight. "Wow! This is better than Toby's place!" "And there's even more." I switched on the light to reveal the rest of the set up - a cosy bar, the door into the steam sauna, and an intimate lounge area with a wide screen TV and VCR. "What about a movie?" I asked. As we watched a `Natureboy' video, sipping Jim Beam and coke, I asked Nick about his friends. "Do you think they'd like to come over here one day?" I asked. "Sure thing," he replied, "anytime." "Well, it looks like it's going to stay hot. Next weekend should be OK. I'll leave it to you to organize." With that we finished our drinks and enjoyed the spa and sauna for a couple of hours but by midnight both of us were justifiably tired and headed back to my bedroom. As the overhead fan rotated above us and Nick pressed firmly against my side we fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning I drove Nick back home and after I dropped him off I saw those piercing eyes and cheeky grin flash in front of me once again. Next weekend seemed a long way away. THE END. Any comments welcome. A sequel "Toby's Pool Party" is in the pipeline.