Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:24:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: A New Teacher part 4 A New Teacher part 3 by Aihu Fist I followed James Bond like a puppy, all excited about a new world I was going to see. It was really strange how things work, one minute I was in a public toilet, the other minute I was walking next to a spy. He had put big dark glasses on and after ten minutes walk through the park we arrived at the car park. Everyone we passed by on our way greeted him with smiles or thumbs up signs. They seemed to have a great interest in me too. I felt proud and important of this. -Are they friends of yours, James? I asked. -Yes, they are. The Ambassador car was gleaming in the sun. I got to sit next to him in very comfortable seat. I thought of Matthew who was exerting himself in the gym class under the almighty eye of Alanda. -Where do you live, James? -I Swiss Park, Tollygunge. -Oh, that's a very posh area, isn't it? -Definitely it is meera beto. As we cruised out of the centre area we got trapped in a traffic jam. We were getting hot in the car, not a breeze swept through the window. -Why don't you take of your tie, boy and your shirt? He asked. I did so and felt much more at ease. We moved at a snail's pace and it seemed everyone had all the time of the world. I sort of dozed off a bit, my head unable to stand on my shoulders nodding off to my left shoulder. I perked up when I felt his hand moving over my crotch. I looked at him and saw him wink at me. -It'll wake you up a bit, he whispered. His big hand pressed down hard on my landa...when I looked through the window I noticed we had moved on out of the traffic jam. He kept driving with one hand all the way to his home. He parked in front of an on old mansion of British colonial style, built during the Raj. I dashed behind him through the hall and ended up in a spacious living room. -Make yourself at home, beto. The fridge is there, just take any drink. There is Thums Up, Sprite. I am back in a minute. The house was wonderful, his voice echoed throughout the house. I poured myself a drink and sat comfortably on the sofa waiting for Bond to appear. -Ah, there you are, he said when he came back bare-chested. He got a whiskey for himself and sat beside me. -How do you like it here? -Fine, James...where is your wife? -She passed away last year, she was a good woman. -I am really sorry for you, sir. -Don't worry I got over the sorrow some time ago. Come on, I show you around. -I got to see the entire house; he had two bedrooms big enough to host four double beds, the bathroom which had a tub with gilded spouts. Everywhere I saw paintings and they looked very old and dusty, the frames were heavy. The last room we went to was his bedroom and it was half the size of the first one with a fine double bed, but it was very dark too. As I stood by the bed he closed the door and said: why don't you take a nap with me? -But, I am not tired, James. He put me down on the bed and unbuckled my shorts. My vest was ripped off my chest like nothing. -Let me feel up your small eggs a bit. His fingers ran over them so softly I could barely feel them. -Are you really James Bond? I asked. -Sure, but not 007. I am 009, he said kissing me on my cheek. -I think I want to have some fun with you, meera beto (my son). While he said this his right hand was on my bottom and moved up and down. -You are so gorgeous, you precious little thing. He kissed me intensely on my lips pushing his tongue toward mine. I closed my eyes and let his tongue do the work. The taste was different and his mouth smelled garlic. The stubbles on his chin hurt me. Another hand went up my left leg of my shorts; gosh it was so ticklish I began to squirm a bit. -Hahaha, I knew you'd like it. Let's not waste time now, beto (son). And here's a lollypop for you, you can learn how to suck on it like you can suck on any lola you like. He knew all this so well, I was amazed. -But your wife had no lola for sure? -Yes you are right there, darling, but my landa (prick) was a lola for her. When she passed away my lola was very lonely and you know in our country we cannot just take a woman from the street and take her to bed. So, many men like me go after the nice stuff around us, something that looks like a girl but isn't, something that is as soft as a woman or even softer, and that's where angels like you come in. Boys have nice pussies and when you turn them over on their tummy one can just imagine that pretty little tight boy tunnel giving us men the pleasure that our spouses would give. Actually, I enjoy it much more because it is so much tighter than a woman's pussy. When I think of your smooth bottom my landa gets hard as stone. I would love to try it out with you, what do you think? -I don't know James; I am hard too now because of your stories. -My precious little angel, I will not hurt you, but I can never let you go again. I am so lonely without my wife, I heard him say. He sounded as if he was crying, his voice all mellow. The last words he said seemed to get lost in the air and a warm feeling came over me. -I love you James, and I reached out with my hands to his face. -Me too he said. -Ah well, half an hour won't do anyone harm, he said. He picked me up and held me in his arms very tight to his chest. -What won't harm me, James? -A little bit of love making, meera beto (my son). He began to undress and I watched the scene unfurl as if it wasn't real, things became kind of blurred before my eyes, I could still see him, but his voice was unreal. I saw his crisp white boxers go down and out sprang a little landa (prick) the size of my dog's. -I am going to make you happy and you'll make me happy now. Give me your lollypop. You licked it wet and, I am sure your boy hole will like to lick it too. Spread your legs a bit and close your eyes. You will enjoy this very much. The lollypop glued like a magnet to my hole and at first touchdown I locked my bottom and didn't allow the lollypop to move further. But it was wet and sticky which made me wiggle my bottom a bit. My legs were lifted into the air and the lollypop began wagging its way in. I didn't dare to open my eyes but I could exactly feel and imagine what was happening. Now my bum was lying on his fat broad thighs and the Popsicle rubbed my insides like a mad dog! -Stop it James it is strange, I need to shit. -No you don't. This feeling comes over you because you are a virgin. -A virgin? I am not a girl! I retorted a bit offended. -Boys can be virgins too; you know...It just means you haven't had sex with someone yet. I mean real sex like up your precious little arse. That was something very new to me, I never heard of it and Mr. Landa never mentioned it either, I believe. -Now close your eyes again, you will feel different now. Something, maybe James wrist, touched my sac; I began to feel extremely warm between my legs. I moved and curled on his bed. It didn't hurt; he was right I enjoyed every push of it and wanted more. -Yes, darling beto (son), that's nice, that feels nice, give it all to me, please. I heard a sopping sound and my hole got very wet and soggy. I opened up my eyes, I was just too curious and realized that James was had me on his lap and he was in me. He was busy sucking my lollypop and his landa was in my boy pussy as he called it. I got confused and wondered if he had lied to me and had gone straight into my hole with his landa or first the lollypop. I realized he used me like his wife, he humped like a hush puppy up my hole and it didn't hurt, it was wonderful. But I could never think of my boy hole in the same innocent way I had always done. I found out that there was a whole new world in there and I was bent on discovering more about it. Finally he flipped his small landa out of me and said: -Look now! Huge squirts of white liquid, similar to Mr. Alanda splashed onto my belly and he began to lick it up. -It's so gorgeous, beto! Really scrumptious... I smiled and I was proud that a secret agent was eating my sperm. It was one of those words that I had learned from him. However, his tongue didn't stop there; it descended to my lola and gave it the attention it so badly needed. Instantly it grew like a tree from my groin up to the sky into something strong and jerky. It tickled me so much I couldn't help moaning and sighing like a real puppy and he liked it. Again I pissed in his mouth and he didn't mind at all. Next we showered together -- he had a real European shower-and he wrote me my letter for school. He dropped me off at Mintu Park from where I walked home. James had my Batman undies safely tucked away under his pillow. He was going to sniff it everyday he said. I was once more proud to have James as my fan. I know Bond usually has a lady on every finger, but I was the exception on the rule. I wondered what Matthew would say. I also wondered whether teacher Alanda would like to have a go at my boy hole...but maybe his lola was much bigger than James'. All rights reserved 2008 Comments to: Aihufist@yahoo.com