Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 21:10:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Hanover Physt Subject: Adult youth; 'Toby: Teachers Pet' (Mb Mast) This is a work of pure fiction. It contains scenes of sexual acts between an adult and a minor child. If this isn't your cup of tea then what the hell are you doing here? All characters are figments of my imagination and have no relationship do anyone leaving or dead. None of this ever happened, at least to my knowledge it hasn't. By writing this I do not condone such behavior between an adult and a minor child, nor to suggest that such should happen. I write this to share my imagination and dreams with you. If you like it please let me know. If you don't. well let me know why. FLAMES WILL BE IGNORED! So don't waste my time or yours. Comments and suggestions are welcome as well. Handover_Physt@yahoo.com *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Teachers Pet Toby Stenton couldn't wait to get out of the house. Today was the first day of school for him and he had been looking forward to it all summer. While most kids his age would only have a half day, he had been enrolled in the special all day class. Toby's father was a single parent. Daycare had been killing them financially and Toby was too young to stay home buy himself all afternoon, as it was he would be home alone for a couple hours each day anyway. "Come on daaaaadddddyyyyyy!" Toby yelled from the garage. "I don't wanna be late on my first day." Mr. Stenton strolled out to the garage, briefcase in hand. "Toby, you know very well that we are not late. In fact you will be early so you will have to have your breakfast in the school cafeteria and wait there until the classes begin. We went all over this last night." "I know daddy but I don't want to be late for breakfast," he smiled up to his dad, obviously pleased with his own reasoning. "All right sport, I'm ready to go now." Toby's father strapped his briefcase to the sissy bar on his bike before adjusting the strap on Toby's helmet. VRRROOOOOOMMMM! VRRROOOOMMMMM! The Harley started up with its typical rolling thunder. How many other boys get to go to school on a Harley Davidson Heritage Softail, Mr. Stenton thought to himself as he strapped on his own helmet and wheeled the bike out the garage. No sooner then the garage door had closed, then Toby's dad gave the bike the gas and they roared out on to the street. It was a short ride to school, of little more then 3 miles, but Toby enjoyed those three miles to the fullest. Of course his dad didn't take the most direct route either. He would be a little late for work but this was his sons first day in kindergarten, his boss would just have to deal with it. Finally he turned onto the main street and headed for the elementary school Toby was assigned to. Just before the school Mr. Stenton downshifted letting the scream of the muffler build as he came into the school yard. He glided to a stop in front of the main door and gave the throttle a couple extra pulls. Toby was grinning from ear to ear as he climbed off the bike and removed his helmet. "Thanks daddy, that was great." Toby started for the door. "Hold it tiger, aren't you forgetting something?" His father asked. "Oh! Yeah." Toby came back and gave his father a little peck on the cheek then turned back to the school door. "TOBY!" "Daaaad," whined Toby "I'm going to be late." Mr. Stenton beckoned Toby over with his finger then held out his hand. "The helmet Toby!" "Awwww daddy, to I have to? I wanted to bring it into school with me and show everyone." Mr. Stenton looked at his son for a moment before answering. "I'll tell you what. When you teacher tells you that you have show and tell, then you can bring in the helmet for that day, and ONLY that day. Deal?" "Deal!" Toby spat in has hand and shook on the deal with his dad, before heading back to the door. "Toby," said Mr. Stenton as he held out his hand. Toby shuffled back to his father and to give him back the helmet. His dad just pointed to the back and Toby knew to secure it to the back like normal. Before he could get away Mr. Stenton reached over and pulled his son in to a tight embrace. "Be good and do as the teacher tells you, ok. And remember to call me at the office the moment you get home." He planted a big kiss on his son's forehead before finally letting the reddening boy go. VRRRRRRRRRrrrroooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm! Toby's father throttled out of the school yard on his way to work. Toby Found his way easily enough to the cafeteria and to his surprise he was not the only early arrival there. Inside were at least a dozen other boys and girls from 5 to 9 years old. As he ate his breakfast others came in as well. Soon the other children were coming into the cafeteria in packs as the busses began to arrive and let the children off. Before he knew it the bell the bell rang to mark the beginning of School. A man at the back of the room by the doors shouted out. "All kindergarten students remain here." Once all the other boys and girls had left, the man walked up to the front of the room. "I am Mr. Paterson, your principle. Welcome to Fairview Elementary. I see that many of you have your parents tagging along with you. Don't worry, we will get them out of your way soon enough." The parents laughed, as did some of the children. "We have four Kindergarten teachers. I will call them up one at a time. They will call off the names of their students. When you hear your name called, come and stand behind him. You may bring your parent too if they are afraid of being left alone." This got a few more of the children to laugh. "Ok, our first teacher is Mr. Weinrich. Mr. Weinrich will you call your students please?" A man in his early thirties stood up and walked to the front of the room where he proceeded to call out names. Several children and parents had all ready been called and gone up when Toby heard his name called "Toby Stenton!" He proudly got up and walked forward. He was the first in his class to come with out a parent and he was beaming with pride over that. He had seen several other children crying or clinging to their mother or father like they were afraid. Toby was a man now and going to school, he had nothing to be afraid of, he thought proudly. Mr. Weinrich finished calling his students then led them out the door to his classroom. The next half hour was spent in getting the children to calm down and the parents to leave. Finally the last parent left and only one little boy was left still sniffling. Mr. Weinrich looked at his chart. "Reece Norten?" He called to the boy. "Why don't you come up here and sit with me for a bit. I promise not to bite unless you ask." He smiled genuinely as the children giggled. Reece came forward and Mr. Weinrich picked him up and sat him on his lap where the boy remained until lunch. After lunch Mr. Weinrich let a girl come and sit on his lap. This was to be the way of things through out the school year in Mr. Weinrich's class. He would almost ALWAYS have a child on his lap with the main exception being when a parent or other school staff was in the class for whatever reason. Although the class was fairly well divided between boys and girls, it was the boys that were predominantly found to be sitting on his lap. It wasn't until the second week of school before Toby was called forward by Mr. Weinrich to come sit on his lap for the day. Toby sprang forward and climbed up onto his teachers lap and sat back proudly looking at the rest of the class. Today was a hot day for mid September and Toby had worn shorts to school and a blue's clues T- shirt that he tucked into the waist band of his tight looking shorts. Mr. Weinrich but a hand down on to Toby's lap to help hold him in place as he continued on with his lesson for the class. Before long he was gently stroking the smooth bare skin of Toby's exposed leg, running his hand from the knee slowly on up to the hem of the shorts and back down again. Toby leaned back into his teacher's chest, content to let the man rub his legs. He now knew why some of the boys would squirm when on Mr. Weinrich's lap and why those boys were replaced with another student after lunch, usually a girl. >From time to time Mr. Weinrich would get up to use the chalk board or use one of the many other visual aids on the walls surrounding the classroom. At those times Toby would walk right with the teacher and stand back and watch and learn with the rest of the kids. When his teacher would sit back down he would pick Toby up and sit him down on the opposite leg from the one he had been sitting on and then begin to rub the Toby's other leg with his other hand. By now Mr. Weinrich wasn't just stroking along the top of the boys legs but had begun to rub the inner thigh of the boy as well. Tentatively he pulled his hand further up the bys leg, beyond the hem and almost to the boy's tiny package. He gave a gentle squeeze and just as calmly continued his rubbing of the boy's thigh, but now on each upward stroke we give a gentle squeeze at the top. The bell rung for lunch and Toby jumped down of his teachers lap, much to the disappointment of Mr. Weinrich. "Toby." called the teacher. Toby, turned to see what his teacher wanted. Mr. Weinrich looked down and saw exactly what he had hoped to see. Little Toby Stenton had a little boy hard-on poking into the tight fabric of his shorts. "Toby, how would you like to have lunch with me today?" Toby was thrilled. He had been hoping all morning that Mr. Weinrich would ask him to stay for lunch. He had asked a couple of the other boys before and so wanted to be among the few special boys that got to stay. "Sure Mr. Weinrich. I would like ta a lot." Once the last child was out, Mr. Weinrich closed the door and pulled down the shade over the small window. Toby had run and got his lunch and was waiting at the teachers desk. "What about my milk?" he asked. "Don't worry about that Toby. I have 2 cans of coke, one for you and one for me. You do like Coke don't you?" Toby just gave him an expression that simply screamed "it's soda of course I like it. DUH!" Mr. Weinrich sat back down and Toby climbed back to his perch. Toby dug right into his lunch with loud gulps of the soda between bites. Some how Mr. Weinrich had perfected the art of eating a sandwich with one hand, thereby freeing his other hand to continue the petting of today's teacher's pet. He continued his petting while the two ate their lunch and chatted about Toby's favorite sport, soccer. Toby would get excited while talking and wiggle around on his lap and Mr. Weinrich used these opportunities to slip his hand under the hem of the boy's shorts. He rubbed the boy's inner thigh, high up under the short and casually slipped his fingers under the leg opening of Toby's underwear while the boy continued his animated discussion of his last game. He watched carefully for any reaction as he slowly rubbed and gently squeezed his way up to the top of the leg, at last coming in contact with the goal he sought, Toby's tiny scrotum sack. He let his hand rest there, with his fingers against the boy's balls waiting for the inevitable reaction. Toby stopped his talking and looked up at his teachers face, "Why did you stop rubbing?" he asked innocently. That was the last thing Mr. Weinrich had expected to hear. Toby wasn't the first boy he had stroked on his lap but all the other boys had either asked him to stop or asked what he was doing. They would then either let him continue or tell him they didn't want to be touched there. But none had just calmly asked why he stopped the rubbing and not even bother with were he was rubbing or what he was touching. "Would you like me to continue rubbing there Toby?" he finally asked. "Uh huh" Toby nodded. "I got a stiffy. Wanna see?" Mr. Weinrich was both surprised and eager at the same time and simply nodded to the boy. Toby hoped down and in one quick motion pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees. He then turned to show his teacher his accomplishment. "See! It sticks right out." Toby helped that by thrusting his hips forward a little. Mr. Weinrich's eyes fairly bulged out of his head as he stared at the gorgeous inch and a half dick sticking out from the most beautiful boy in his class. He swallowed a couple of times, to get his mouth working again. He couldn't believe how lucky he had been with this boy. He could tell right now that this school year was truly going to be a fun one. This boy seemed to have no qualms about pulling down his pants and exposing himself right here in his class room. Right there in front of him. "My my Toby that is a stiffy isn't? May I touch it?" "Of course silly. You all ready were so why stop ta ask now?" Mr. Weinrich could not refute the little boy's logic, not that he had any intentions of doing that anyway. He reached out and took the cocklet between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle pull. He cupped the tiny balls in his other hand and started to stroke Toby's little dick and pull on the scrotum at the same time. "I have an idea Toby. Why don't you step out of your shorts and sit back on my lap. That way I can give you a good rubbing and you want have to just stand there." "Ok." Toby wasted no time taking his shorts and underwear fully off and leaving them on the floor before climbing back in to Mr. Weinrich's lap. This time his teacher moved him from straddling just one leg and had him straddle both legs, moving him to sit right in the middle of the mans lap with his legs spread wide open. Toby fidgeted in place a bit trying to get comfortable. Eventually he gave up "There's something in your pocket Mr. Weinrich can you move it?" Mr. Weinrich laughed, "I can try to move it, but it's kind of attached to me." "Whadda ya mean?" "It's my penis, Toby. That's what I mean." "Oh," Toby looked sadly "I guess I can sit on it then." "Here, let me try something." Mr. Weinrich stood Toby up before him and quickly dropped his own pants down to his ankles. Sitting back down, he pulled Toby back onto his lap an on top of his pulsing cock. "Now lets settle you in quickly before lunch is over" Once again Mr. Weinrich lifted Toby up, but this time he did so by grabbing each of the boys butt cheeks in one hand. He gently pulled the warm globes apart and sat the boy down once again. Now his cock was nestled warmly along the crack off Toby's tiny ass. Mr. Weinrich let out a soft sigh. "How's that now Toby?" Toby rocked back and forth and side to side, adjusting his position on his teacher's hard cock and sending Mr. Weinrich in to an ecstatical orbit of bliss as his cock got stroked and pulled in the tight embrace of Toby's ass crack. "That's better I think. It feels kinda funny, but not too bad." "Ok now just sit back and lean into me, and I'll make you feel real good" Mr. Weinrich reached his left hand up and under Toby's shirt and started to gently rub the boy's tummy on up to his peaked little nubs. His other hand went into Toby's lap, his thumb and fingers wrapping around the base of the tiny cock as his fingers stretching down between the boys crack until he touched his own cock. He held Toby to him and rocked slowly in his seat letting his cock slide back and forth between the bows milky white furrow. Toby moaned and leaned his head back into his teachers shoulder, lost in the feelings assaulting his tiny body. Mr. Weinrich kept up the steady rocking in his chair, letting his cock feel every centimeter of the Toby's velvety soft crack He moved his fingers to play with Toby's downy soft scrotum, running the tiny balls between his fingers, pulling then gently in time to his pelvic thrusts. His left hand found one nub and he gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a loud moan from the boy on his lap. "You like that huh Toby," he whispered into his ear. "Yeah," Toby panted, "I like that. It makes my stiffy all tingly." Toby looked up at his teacher, a dreamy look on his face, and found the teachers face right next to his. Mr. Weinrich closed the gab, his lips coming into contact with Toby's open mouth. He darted his tongue out and licked across the lips of the darling boy riding along his cock, tasting of the sweetness contained in them. Toby opened his mouth a little more and Mr. Weinrich pushed his hungry tongue into the boy's hot, wet mouth. He could taste the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Toby had left unfinished still on his desk and the coke he had gulped down with it. Toby moved his tongue up to meat his teachers licking across the underside of the large fleshy object in his mouth. Mr. Weinrich moaned, the vibrations dancing across his tongue and into his child lovers eagerly waiting mouth. The two tongues battled in a dance of tender love and lustful need taking the child's breath away in heavy pants only to be replaced by the steamy breath of his older lover. Mr. Weinrich took Toby's little prick between his thumb and middle finger and began to real stroke the boy. He would slide the skin of the uncircumcised cock down to the base and rub the tip of his forefinger across the boys piss slit causing the dick to bounce in his hand. Up he pulled, until the skin nearly closed over the tiny bulbous tip. A gentle squeeze and back down again to the base. With building passion he stroked Toby's tiny throbbing cock, his own pulsing member sliding easily now thru the boys sweat slicked crack. The musky scent of boy sweat and ass filled the air driving the teacher into a lust filled frenzy. His mouth clamped over the boy's mouth, one hand across Toby's tummy pulling him close, the other hand madly stroking his little cock, and his dick thrusting between the boy's wet cheeks. Toby was an animal on his teachers lap. He had reached up with one hand to hold his teachers face to his, not wanting the teacher to stop kissing him. He felt himself slipping of the teachers lap and pushed against the desk with his free hand. Now he could meet the teachers sliding thrust with his own wanton gyrating. Toby squeezed his ass, feeling the cock grabbed within his cheeks continue to slide, and forcing a moan from Mr. Weinrich. "Ooooooooh Toooooby. Keep that up. Mmmmmmmm" Toby pulled his legs in tight around his teachers and clamped his ass cheeks as tight as he could. Mr. Weinrich's cock was pulled up and was now sliding across Toby's pink little pucker. "Mmmmmmmmm, that feels soooooo gooooooood," Toby moaned. Mr. Weinrich kept thrusting into the tight little tunnel between the 5 year olds cheeks. Toby kept pushing back into his teacher and squeezing the dick rubbing across his now tender asshole when a strange feeling came across him. His whole body began to quiver starting from his tiny inch and a half dick and flowing outward. His legs squeezed his teachers hard as his little body convulsed in the throes of his first ever orgasm. Mr. Weinrich couldn't hold back any longer and his cock erupted in a spurt of hot and sticky thick cum, coating Toby's ass crack with his man juice. He pulled Toby up and let his cock pop free of the boys ass crack. The next several spurts covered Toby's still hard cock and balls and on up to his tummy. Mr. Weinrich leaned back into his chair. He couldn't belief how hot this boy was. He didn't get any thing like this until a boy had been primed with several sessions on his lap and here this boy was sucking in his tongue and nearly pulling his cock off with his tight buns. Panting still he glanced at the clock on the wall. Oh SHIT, lunch was almost over. He wanted so desperately to clean Toby up with his tongue, but he knew he wouldn't have time for that, it would just have to wait for another time, and there would definitely be many more times. He pulled out some Kleenex from his desk drawer and hurriedly cleaned up Toby's tummy, leaving sticky streaks as he went. He ran a handful of tissue up the boy's ass and threw the wad into the trash bin. "Ok Toby, get dressed now quickly before the other kids get back from lunch." Mr. Weinrich said as he pulled on his own clothing. "And I guess I should tell you not to say a word about this to anyone else. They wouldn't understand. I would be taken away and you would be forced into counseling where they would tell you over and over again you weren't bad until you finally knew that you were. And Toby. You aren't a bad boy. You are a very good and loving boy and if we keep this between us I'm sure we can have many more fun times during lunch." Toby pulled up his green and yellow undergoes and then his pants. "I won't tell anyone Mr. Weinrich. Promise! I wanna do this again." He smiled. "Your winkie felt really nice on my bum made me all tingly inside." "I'm glad to hear that Toby, you made me feel all tingly inside too." "And kinda tingly outside too, ya peed on me." Toby giggled, not mad or upset in the slightest. "That wasn't pee Toby, that was called sperm, or simply cum. When you get a lot older you will have cum shoot out of your dick to, but then your dick will be much bigger then as well." "Will it get as big as yours, or my dads?" Just then the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Mr. Weinrich was halfway to the door to pull up the shade when the first group of children came running in. As the kids filed in Toby quietly took the rest of his and Mr. Weinrich's lunch and tossed it in the trash. Gulping down the last of the soda we tossed the can in and followed it with a loud burp. "'scuse me." He grinned.