Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 07:16:26 EDT
From: Janek92003@aol.com
Subject: Art Room Annexe

Art Room Annexe

by Janek

Part One

It was my turn to do "corridor duty", a tedious chore that every teacher
had to do. It meant patrolling the school corridors during the lunch
break to make sure that no boys were in the classrooms without
permission. It was a tedious duty, and always seemed pointless to me.
What did I care if a boy would rather lurk in the warmth of the classroom
rather than freeze outside in the playground?

I walked along the first floor corridor peering into one room after
another and wishing I was back in the snugness of the staffroom hugging a
nice mug of coffee. The noise of muffled giggles caught my ear. It was
coming from the Art Room. I opened the door softly and looked in, but it
was empty. Mystery. There it was a again, the sound of voices, but
muffled, secretive. It was coming from the Art Room annexe, a small
storeroom in the corner. I tiptoed across the room and put my ear to the
annexe door.  There was no doubt, someone was in there, more than one
person in fact. I paused, undecided whether to take action, or just to
creep away again and leave them to whatever they were doing. Playing
cards, probably, or having a surreptitious cigarette. What did I care?
I was on the point of leaving again, when I heard a groan, a very special
kind of groan, one that I immediately recognised. It was the sort of
noise that escaped from my throat when I was masturbating and approaching
a climax. There were some boys in there having a wanking session! My
first reaction was "Good for them!" I had started masturbating when I was
eleven, and was still enjoying a daily "workout" at the ripe old age of
twenty-eight. If it's ok for a teacher to wank, why shouldn't it be ok
for schoolboys to wank? But my curiosity got the better of me. My
favourite kind of stimulation, I mean the masturbation aid that fed my
erection and my imagination, was looking at pictures of women together:
even the word "lesbian" would make my root stir. Don't ask me why, that's
just how it was. And now I was intrigued to find out what the boys were
looking at to get themselves up and jacking....
As quietly as I could, I opened the door and peered into the small room.
Four boys seated round a table, flies open, cocks in hand, jacking off.
On the table a magazine, soft porn by the look of it, lying open at a
page that showed one of those silicone babes that are supposed to be
sexy, but to my taste were as exciting as yesterday's cold porridge. The
boys looked up, red-faced, startled, panicky, trying to push their cocks
back into their pants. Some hopes! Four stiffies, rigid as wooden pegs,
resisting all attempts to be concealed.
"It's all right, boys. Carry on. Just don't let the Headmaster catch you,
ok?"
They looked at me stupified. I wasn't disapproving, I wasn't going to get
them into trouble. They couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe their
luck.
I pointed to the magazine on the table.
"And make sure you don't leave that lying around."
One boy was emboldened to speak. A big coarse lad called Ridgway.
"Aren't you going to report us, sir?"
I noticed that  he hadn't lost his hard on.
"Why should I? In fact, if I wasn't on corridor duty, I might just come
and join you."
I smiled at them reassuringly.
"Fucking hell," gasped one of the boys. A teacher who enjoyed wanking
too. Unbelievable!
"In fact, if you like, we could meet here again tomorrow, but I will
bring you some better stuff than that rubbish" - pointing at the soft
porn mag.
I paused, then:
"OK, boys, carry on, before you lose your stiffies. See you tomorrow."
And I was gone before they could speak. Or before they could notice the
bulge that had started to swell in my crotch.

Part Two

That night I resisted the temptation to jack off more than once, but
couldn't resist leafing through one of my lezzie magazines and just
gently stroking my hard cock while I gawped at the pics of girls doing
things to each other: kissing, licking, fingering, fondling. The image of
the boys in the annexe came into my mind. One image in particular: that
boy Ridgway, rough and muscle-bound. Rigdway, and the fact that his cock
stayed rock-hard despite my sudden appearance round the door. The image
of his hard-on caused my cock to twitch. Jeez, what was THAT all about, I
wondered? I don't get hard for boys, do I? Not me, the great hetero stud
who loved women so much he could only enjoy them in lesbian couplings!
Damn Ridgway and damn his cock!

And yet, the image lingered. I remembered too getting glimpses of the
other three, pumping their cocks in their fists, doing what boys love to
do, jacking off together. Once again, I felt my cock throbbing at the
images in my head. Time for a cold shower, I thought. That night, my
sleep was disturbed by wild incoherent dreams as I tried to process the
annexe event, and to decide how I would play it tomorrow. Would I really
join the four boys in a jack-off session? Would they really appreciate my
lesbian mags? Maybe I should take in some good old fashioned hetero
stuff. Yes, they'd prefer that, I was sure, and the chances were they
wouldn't have been able to get hold of any serious porn. A real
eye-opener for them! After, education was my profession, and it would be
an education for them to see pics of women being shafted, having cocks
pushed into their mouths, maybe even one or two anal penetration shots.
Mmmm, way to go, I thought! I got up for a pee, then back to bed to catch
some more sleep. Tomorrow promised to be interesting.

Having a late morning free period, I drove over to my usual Sex Shop to
get some mags. The owner knew me, knew that I was a teacher, and it
seemed to amuse him. Fuck him. I gathered up three or four mags depicting
hetero fucking and took them to the counter.
"Ah, no lezzie stuff today, sir?"
The "sir" was deliberate and sarcastic.
"Nope. I got a sex education class and thought the boys should see it as
well as talk about it, know what I mean?"
"Sounds good to me. Tell you what, I'll drop in a couple of freebies.
Doing my bit for education..."
His smile was unpleasant, but he seemed to be doing a genuinely kind act,
so I thanked him, picked up the bag into which he had put my mags plus a
couple of free ones that he had pulled from under the counter and slipped
into the bag.
Well, this should be enough to give the lads a treat, I thought.
"Cheers."
"You're welcome, sir. Mind how you go. Don't want you arrested for
corrupting youth, do we? Ha ha!"
Fuck him. I left the shop quickly, wanting to get on with what might turn
out to be a very exciting lunch break in the Art Room annexe

Part Three

I guess I was a bit overeager because I rushed straight to the little
room immediately after the end of morning school to find it empty. Ah
well, I will sit down and wait for the boys......  I took out a magazine
and started to leaf through it. Huge hard cocks driving into slack wet
pussies, pic after pic after pic. At least it would be "educational" for
my horny group. My cock barely stirred, though. I put it back into the
bag and was just debating whether to stroke my cock through my pants when
the door opened and Ridgway and the two other boys slipped in furtively.
They didn't really expect me to keep my promise.
"Fuck, sir, you really meant it!" gasped one, a blond boy I knew as
Palin. God knows what their first names are, I thought.
"A promise is a promise, boys. Make yourselves comfortable. I have some
prezzies for you."
They sat down round the table, Ridgway opposite me, and the blond boy on
my left. The looked at the plastic bag on the table, the one containing
the mags. Nobody moved.
"What's in the bag, sir?"
"Help yourselves, lads. They ought to get your motors running!"
I handed one to each boy, which left the two Porn Shop freebies still in
the bag. I had checked them out earlier, fascinated when I discovered
what the owner's idea of my tastes might be. Really really surprising. I
wasn't sure if I would use them this session, but you never know...
"Fucking hell!" It was Ridgway, gasping at the pics in his magazine. "I
never seen pics of a man fucking a woman before. Wow!"
"Look at this one, then!" It was the blond boy, Palin, holding up his
magazine to reveal a double-page spread: a close-up of a cock sliding
into a lipsticked mouth.
The boy - a redheaded boy called Douglas - soon joined in, showing pics
to the rest of us. Soon, the boys were uttering a series of strangled
monosyllables - Wow! Shit! Jeez! Fuck! - as they became more aroused.
"We used to call these "stroke mags" when I was your age," I murmured.
"Stroke mags? Why, sir?"
"Cos looking at them gave us erections, which we stroked, of course!"
There was a silence as they took in this piece of information. The notion
that "Sir" was young once and used to masturbate too was a novelty for
them.
"Stroked? You mean, like, you used to wank?"
"We called it "jacking" or "tossing off", but same difference."
"Wow!"
I could feel the blood starting to pump into my cock as the conversation
got more and more explicit.
"What say we toss off together now? Ridgway, just turn the key in the
lock. We don't want anyone to burst in on us, right?"
As Ridgway stood up, I noticed the tent in his crotch. Good!
"Mmm, Ridgway, looks like you're already hard!"
"So am I, sir," said the blond boy, Palin, rubbing himself through his
trousers.
"Me too!" The redhead boy, Douglas, leered at me. "What about you, sir?"
"Hard as a rock, boy! What say we get our cocks out? Nobody shy, I hope."
They giggled at the idea of being shy, and in no time were unzipping and
flicking out their stiff boycocks. Three fists wrapped themselves round
three hard cocks and started to move up and down as the boys sought
relief from the delicious tingling sensation rising deep in their
bellies.
"You too, sir," Ridgway said hoarsely, "Only fair."
I needed no second bidding, and had my cock in my hand in no time. All
the boys looked at me, and at my cock. It was at that moment that I
realised something that almost took my breath away: it was not the porn
mags that were making me hard; it was being with these horny young studs
that was causing my cock to throb.
"Fucking hell! You got a lovely cock, sir!" said the blond boy, Palin, in
genuine admiration.
I turned to him and looked very slowly and deliberately at his young
cock.
"Thank you, Palin. So have you."
The boy blushed.
"But yours is bigger, more like the ones in the porn mags, sir."
"Well, maybe," I replied, continuing to stroke my cock gently. "Some of
those cocks were really awesome, weren't they, boys?"
There was a murmur of assent: "Sure were", "And how" "Right".
"Something really sexy about a big hard cock, don't you think, lads?"
Another murmur of assent. My mind was in a turmoil. All the focus seemed
to be on cocks now.
"Can I ask you something, boys?"
"Sure, sir."
"Do you ever jack each other off?"
Stunned silence.
"I mean instead of jacking your own cock, you jack someone else's and he
jacks yours."
"Never thought of that, sir. What's it like?" It was the blond boy Palin
sitting next to me who had responded.
Gently, I removed his hand from his cock and placed it on my own. I
rested my own hand on his thigh, but refrained from getting hold of his
delicious cock. A step at a time...
"That's what it's like, Palin."
The boy's face had reddened to the roots of his blond hair, but he didn't
let go of my cock, which was twitching and throbbing in response to the
boy''s caressing hand. Clearly his fascination with having a man's cock
in his hand was as powerful as my arousal at being fondled by a young
blond-haired boy!
"Fucking hell!" It was Ridgway again, looking stupefied at the sight of
Palin's fingers grasping the shaft of my cock.
"Try it, Ridgway. I'm sure Douglas won't mind. And you might both enjoy
it, right, Palin?"
As I spoke, I smiled at Palin as I moved my hand on to his cock and
wrapped my fingers lovingly round it.
Palin let out a long sigh of pure pleasure, responding to my caressing
hand by squeezing my cock harder and pumping it in his fist.
"Slowly, dear boy, no hurry," I whispered gently. I looked across and
noted with satisfaction that Ridgway and Douglas were already immersed in
mutual masturbation, looking at the mags spread out on the table as they
did so.

Part Four

Maybe this was the moment for the other two mags, the pornshop owner's
"educational" freebies. I reached across and took one out of the plastic
bag and threw it down on the table.
"Maybe you'll like this one too, boys."
The cover was typically lurid, showing a muscle-bound stud, all hard pecs
and abs, and sporting an amazing erection. His eyes held a challenging
look "If you want it, come and get it", he seemed to be saying. The title
was deliciously ambiguous: Hard Men.

Ridgway used his free hand to turn the pages one by one, gasping at each
new revelation. Pages of hunks with beautiful vein-rippled cocks, all
hard, all erect, some cut, some uncut: all in all, a feast of maleness, a
celebration of the beauty that is a manly muscular body. Cocks, cocks and
more cocks. And here we were, a teacher and three of his students,
enjoying a session of mutual masturbation while we ogled pics of men
showing off their throbbing cocks and their wonderful muscular bodies. No
girls, no tits, no cunts. Not any more. Who needs them?
I felt Palin's cock stiffen under my fingers. I knew he was about to
reach the point of no return.
"Are you ready to spunk up, boy?" I whispered, pausing my stroking fist
on his cock momentarily.
The boy nodded, too tense to speak. I had come prepared for this moment
and took out a wad of tissues from the bag.
"You two"  - I looked across to Ridgway and Douglas, busily working each
other's cocks to a climax - "grab some tissues when you are ready to
spunk up, ok?"
The precum that had been oozing copiously from my cock had completely
soaked my boylover's hand, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I was to
find out shortly that he thought that I was already spunking up!

I returned lovingly to Palin's twitching boy cock, now more swollen than
ever, and gasped as I felt the first surge of his spunk pump the length
of his cock and erupt from it in a creamy gob. Skilfully he managed to
catch his semen in the tissues as several more surges emptied his
scrotum, bringing him that blessed relief that is what makes being a man
and having a cock so wonderful.
"Beautiful, you sexy boy!" I mumured in genuine admiration. Just at that
moment, loud groans and grunts from the other side of the table announced
Ridgway's and Douglas's orgasms. Messy, powerful and spunk-spurting, the
sight of the two boys wanking each other to climax was mind-blowing. My
own cock was responding crazily, throbbing and twitching and juddering in
Palin's continuing tight grip.
"Now!" I said hoarsely to my young boylover as a first huge spurt burst
from my cock and buried itself in the tissues. "Don't let go, boy. Just
keep stroking it slowly.."
There was a ripe spermatic smell in the little room now, reminding me of
the odour of fungi in an damp autumn wood. But this was man smell, boy
smell, rich and exciting. I had always enjoyed my own semen, but now my
nostrils were assailed with the delicious aroma of three loads of
precious boyseed fluid, enough to make me feel dizzy.
"Fucking hell." Ridgway again, speaking softly this time (Mental note:
must teach this boy some different ways of expressing surprise, delight,
astonishment, lust, wonder, whatever)
"Good?" I asked as I reluctantly released Palin's detumescent cock and
disengaged myself from his eager hand,
Murmurs of approval and satisfaction: "Great, sir!" "Awesome!" "What a
wank!"
"Glad you enjoyed it, dear boys. I sure did. Let's do it again sometime,
what d'you say?"
Again, approval.
"Sir, can we keep the mags?"
"Of course, but put them where they won't be found, ok?"
I looked at the pile of mags on the table, the straight sex ones and the
all-male hunk mag, still open.
"Which did you like best?"
No reply. The boys were clearly uncomfortable about admitting that it was
looking at beautiful hard cocks that had really turned them on.
Ridgway finally broke the silence.
"What's the other mag, sir?"
I didn't reply.
"More fuck pics, sir?"
I remained silent.
"More pics of, like, cocks and stuff?"
"It's a specialist magazine, Ridgway. What you might call fuck pics, but
without the women."
It took a second for the meaning of my words to sink in. Time to take the
next step.
"ie, it's about men doing what we just did, jacking off together...." - I
paused before adding: - "and stuff."
"Can we have a look, sir?" said Ridgway
"Yes, please!" said the others.
"No, we'll save it for next time. Now, off you go, and try not to blab to
other boys about our little session here today, ok?"
I said that, knowing full well that the word about our mutual jackoff
session would spread like wildfire, at least to like-minded horny boys
who were heavily into masturbation. At least they would now learn about
the amazing pleasure of you gripping another boy's cock while he gripped
yours. What I did not anticipate was that the news of our forbidden
pleasures was destined to reach the ears of certain other teachers as
well......

Part Five

That evening, I spread the stud magazine on the kitchen table and
examinted the cover page. It showed a black guy with a truly awesome
cock. Even flaccid it was longer and thicker than a baby's arm, and it
seemed alive, as if on the point of swelling into an urgent erection.
Even the title was lurid: the words MAN MEAT picked out in fiery red and
yellow flames, the sort of design that you associate with devil worship
and black magic. As I looked hungrily at that ebony penis, I felt my own
cock stirring. It was true, then. After years of getting off on lesbian
porn, I was now responding lustfully to men. I fished out the other
freebie mag and gazed at the cover. It showed a lip-licking,
root-stirring picture of two naked hunks, both with magnificent
erections. Clearly they were turned on to each other. One, a fair-haired
white guy with soft blue eyes, was lovingly tweaking the nip of the
other, an ace-of-spades black guy whose smooth chest and muscular pecs
glistened temptingly. I was up and hard already and I hadn't even opened
the magazine yet! I looked again at the black guy's cock, superb, uncut,
with a shining purplish head that made me lick my lips and experience an
erotic tingling in the back of my throat. In fact I was drooling as I
fantasized, even though I had never sucked a cock in my life, nor, until
this moment, had I ever contemplated doing so. I wondered how my darling
boys would react to the idea of cocksucking. I thought of Ridgway's big
sausage of a boycock and imagined it in my mouth. Oh shit! What was
happening to me?!

Inside were pics of cocksucking, of mutual jerking off, even of men
kissing while their cocks rubbed together. But the ones that caused me to
start working my cock in my tightly-clenched fist were the pics of men
fucking. I had used a buttplug on myself a few times, so I knew that
sensation of being penetrated anally, of feeling the oiled head of the
buttplug massaging my prostate and causing my penis to generate lots of
oozy precum; but I could not imagine what it would be like to have a real
mancock inside me and to experience the explosion of his warm creamy
manseed as he came deep inside me. I knew at that moment that I would not
rest until I had experienced being the bottom to some hard stud top. Nor
could I imagine what it would be like to penetrate another man - or
(wicked thought!) a pretty boy like my blond Palin, who, I guessed, would
be more than willing to be used "like a girl". Thinking of girls, I have
to confess that I had very little experience of that kind of fucking
either, just one or two fumbling couplings that left me unsatisfied. So,
you might say I was "ripe" for fuckplay, only now, I wanted it with my
own sex. My jand was working my cock faster now, and it was only seconds
before I had a mega-spunkup, cursing as some of my semen splashed over my
precious mag. That night, Palin came to me in my dreams. I woke as usual
with a raging erection. It was "annexe Day" again, thanks to corridor
duty, and I smiled as I wanked in the shower, contemplating the fun I
would have with my horny boys when they saw the second freebie magazine.
Hurrah for Man Meat!

[To be continued. Comments to janek92003@aol.com]