Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:37:44 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 4

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.




4 - TEACHER'S PET

Summer was over, and we were back in school. Nothing had changed;
everything had changed. I'd learned to love sex, and my hero-worship for Mr
Speedie, our English teacher, had a new dimension.

Throughout his talk, I was aware of the outline of his cock and balls in
his beige chinos. I sat there wondering what it would be like to unzip
those chinos, pull out his prick, get down on my knees and..... Dream on! I
was still only 14, he must have been 25 - 30. I should be so lucky.

The period bell ended my imagination. Class was over, another day
ended. Scrambling to pull myself back to reality, I knocked over the books
on my desk. By the time I'd picked them all up, I was the last to leave the
classroom. Mr. Speedie sauntered over to my desk. He was a good-looking
bastard and he knew it. Not that I ever really trusted him; he was the kind
of teacher who would cut your throat behind your back and never even bat en
eyelid doing it.

"I noticed how engrossed you were in my lecture today, Jason Carter," he
said. "Mind sharing what was so fascinating?" As he said this, he perched
himself on top of the desk next to mine. The hint of a smile curled his
lips as he waited for my answer.

What the fuck had he been talking about during class. All of my attention
had been on his body, taking in every move and greedily soaking up every
hint of the bulge under his slacks.

"It was the, aw, the great way you presented today's material," I
stammered. "Your presentation, your organization of the study material just
bowled me over."

"Sure it wasn't something else? All semester I've noticed how much
attention you pay to my lectures, yet you barely pass your tests. Your
answers always leave me feeling you've seen the movie but never read the
book, and, as I never tired of telling you, you can't judge a book by its
move. Today, well, today I was sure something else was on your mind."

With that statement, his hand slipped onto his lap. He manipulated his cock
and balls into what was probably a more comfortable position. My own cock
sprang to life, blood coursing through it even faster than the blood that
fired my face.

My face flushed over with excitement and embarrassment. Here was what I'd
been dreaming about, happening right in the classroom! Mr. Speedie
smiled. I noticed his face had a curious glow about it.

"What about my body? Were you watching so closely you can't remember my
lecture," he teasingly asked. "Don't just sit there open-mouthed... though
come think of it, it is one of the more attractive features of the
adolescent boy."

"Fuck you," I thought, "If you want the truth, here it comes."

"Well, to be honest, sir, I watch your movements, and think what you'd look
like undressed. I concentrate so much on your body I can't remember a
fucking thing you talk about in your lecture."

"Stay right where you are!" Mr. Speedie said sharply. "You need a lesson in
manners, young man". With that said, he got up, walked straight to the
door, locked it and pulled down the shades. The room was filled with that
pleasant kind of gloom you get at the bottom of a swimming pool. That's
where I like sitting, at the bottom of a swimming pool. I like to sit
there, holding my breath, of course, and listening to sounds so distant
they might be coming from another planet. I was in that room with
Mr. Speedie, and we might as well have been on a different planet.

Walking back to the middle of the room and stopping where he normally would
give his lectures, he turned and looked me straight in the face.

"Come up here, sit in the first seat right in front of me," he commanded. I
quickly moved to the front desk and sat down. What else could I do? I knew
I'd said enough to get me into a whole lot of trouble.

"Mr. Speedie, I didn't mean to get you angry! You asked me what I was
thinking about, and I told you! Please, if you won't say anything to anyone
about this, I promise not to stare anymore."

"This has grown far out of hand, young man. It cannot go on any
longer. We're both going to work this out now, today. When I get through
with you, you'll not fantasize any longer!". With that, he moved closer to
my desk.

"Now, boy, reach out and pull down my zipper. But be careful," he warned,
"snag my skin and you'll be a very sorry boy." I sat there stunned, but he
was the teacher, I was the pupil, so I did as I was told. I reached out,
found his zipper and carefully edged it down. It wasn't easy; his cock has
expanded so much it was pushing out the fabric in a tight bulge. My fingers
trembled as I felt his hard shaft beneath them. At last I was touching
sir's cock.

When the zipper was fully down, Mr. Speedie said, "Now, Jason, reach in
through my shorts and extricate my cock if you will." 'Extricate' - what a
beautiful word. With TLC, I 'extricated his cock' through the opening in
his shorts. It felt as if my fingers were burning, but the feeling was
great, especially when the head of his cock and most of his shaft slid into
view. It was hard and sweaty, just like my own, though my own is a couple
of inches shorter and a good deal slimmer; but I'm a growing boy.

Mr Speedie was big though not huge. I didn't mind that. Our vicar had
always drummed into us that he who expects little or nothing shall never be
disappointed.

Without being asked, I edged the flaps of his slacks wide open, lowered his
zipper all the way, and reaching in pulled out his cock and balls so I'd
access to everything. I couldn't resist working the skin up and down those
meaty seven inches and was fascinated by the emergence of pre-cum over the
angry purple of his cock head. I leaned closer, maybe to give the slit a
teeny weeny kiss, but Mr. Speedie pushed my hand away - shitface! -backed
off and spoke again. "All in good time, boy, all in good time." I hate
teachers; they always stop you just when you're really getting into
something.

Turning back to me, he continued the lesson. "Now, it's your turn to get
comfortable. I want you to stand up, face me, and take off your shirt and
trousers". More willingly than before, I quickly complied with his
request. Since I never wore undershirts, I was left standing there in front
of him dressed only in my blue and white shorts.

"My, what have we growing here?" he asked. He stared at my cock which
bulged the front of my shorts obscenely.

"Have you noticed," asked Mr Speedie that all the most pleasureable things
in life are illegal, immoral, or fattening? Perhaps, it is only with the
adolescent penis that a man can achieve all three at one sitting." If there
was a witty reply to that it escaped me.

"Do you know why it is so big? I'll tell you. It's because it's getting
ready to explore a little tunnel. You'll soon find out, but not just yet!"
After a pause, he said, "Now, Jason, I want you to do what comes
naturally."

"Yes, sir!"

I was kneeling in front of him in flash, looking up with my big 'puppy
eyes' (thanks, mom), working his belt free. Getting my hands into the
waistband of his slacks and boxers and jerking them down rather
unceremoniously. His cock slapped me in the face. I knelt there, nuzzling
his belly, his thick pubic hair, his big cock and his swollen balls with my
nose, mouth and chin. Would he let me suck him, would he?

Mr. Speedie leaned into my face, increasing the pressure on his genitals as
I squeezed his bum cheeks. I noticed he was now breathing rather deeply,
and there was a slight quiver in his body As I got closer, the smell
increased. It was the most stimulating smell I ever had sniffed, way up
there with a MacDonalds after a long hard cross-country run.

He thrust his hips towards my face, inviting me to accept his throbbing
cock into my mouth (there is a god!). I started kissing his cock head,
stroking it with my tongue, then slipped the first couple of inches inside
my hot young mouth. (I love stuff like that: 'hot young mouth' - real porno
style, isn't it? Suck it harder ... harder!" he cried, as he spread his
legs wider to let me get a better angle at his balls and crack.

"Take your finger, move it next to your mouth, and, sliding it along my
crack, find my ass-hole," he exclaimed in a really husky voice. "Then stick
it into my love-hole while you continue to suck my cock," he exclaimed in a
voice nearly choking with desire. (What the fuck was this - a biology
lesson?)

I found his butt hole. Sticking my finger into it, I fiddled around a bit,
but, before I could explore that fact further, Mr. Speedie started to move
his whole lower body against my face.

His stomach muscles started to contract, then expand, as he seemed to try
and push his entire cock and balls down my throat. His hips swayed back and
forth, forcing his pubic hair up my nose; I almost sneezed and blew the
whole thing, so to speak.

"Move your finger in and out faster," he told me. (Yes, sir!) As I did so,
I realized his body movements became synchronized to my finger
movements. The faster I moved my finger, the harder he face-fucked me.

By now, his breathing had become very audible. In fact, he was panting as
if he had just completed a half marathon. I tried to stop and pull my face
away from his genitals, but he pushed them right back, so I shrugged my
shoulders and continued to saw at his love hole and suck his dick, doing it
harder and faster all the time. His breathing now was a rasping intake of
air. His body was jerking around so much I wondered how he could remain
standing.

His body jerked violently up and down in front of my face. I suddenly felt
my throat becoming drenched in his love juices, as they from his pulsating
cock. I tried to suck it all up, but he moved too wildly for me to follow
with my mouth. The fucking stuff flew all over the place, some of it
hitting me in the eyes, which I managed to jam shut just in time.

My ministrations to his needs seemed to work. After a few moments, he
calmed down. I could feel a keen sweat on his body, especially from his
greasy asshole. I extracted the helpful digit and sniffed it - not bad. Sir
pushed me back from him, still shaking noticeably.

"I think you may just pass this preliminary exam," he said, still breathing
heavy. "But there is one section left for you to complete". Taking my hand
in his, he pulled me up from the desk, so the two of us faced each other.

He started to squat, letting his hands flow down my back, stopping briefly
at the elastic band of my shorts just to get a firm hold on them, then
continuing down my legs, dragging my underwear with them and exposing my
cock.

"This," he said, staring at my erect cock "looks like something I must
examine closely. And unlike Garfield, I shall not avoid fruits and nuts. I
shall be what I eat!" This was turning into one of Mr Speedie's flights of
fancy when 90% of the class had no idea what he was talking about, and the
other 10% were asleep or playing under their desks. I had one simple
reaction: "Get on with it!"

And get on with it he did, taking it in his mouth, licking the tip of my
cock with his tongue. I could feel my dick, which I thought was as big as
I'd ever felt, get even larger and harder. The harder it got, the more he
tried to stuff in it his mouth. He was good, but to be honest, I'd had
better. Still, this was my first from an older guy, so I knew it would be a
valuable experience.

My hips started to move with his mouth, and gradually I shoved my prick
deeper and deeper into his mouth. I couldn't believe it, but he was able to
get nearly all of it in. His lips contracted around my shaft, and exerted
more pleasurable force around it. I wanted to give him a couple of tips but
that would have been presumptuous. after all, he was the teacher, not I.

Simultaneously, his tongue continued to work on my tip, getting me very
excited. I could feel the pressure growing, and swore my balls got larger
the longer he sucked me. I knew I could not hold on much longer, and tried
to get my cock out of his mouth before I exploded. But try as I might, he
wouldn't let me withdraw. In fact, his hands circled my hips and forced me
all the way into his mouth. I couldn't hold it any longer. After all, as
the song says: "That's the way I like it."

I exploded into his mouth, feeling my sperm shoot out in spurts. I could
feel him sucking even harder, draining every drop out of my cock. I
couldn't do anything, and let it just flow out, drowning his throat in my
cum. When sir felt there was nothing left, he slowly withdrew my cock from
his mouth, dragging his lips over my shaft, then my cock head, and finally
licking the very tip of my cock with his tongue as he completely withdrew
it.

He stayed down for a few seconds longer, waiting and watching my dick. As
it started to shrink, and little more cum started to drip out. He licked it
away with his tongue.

Finally, when I was only semi-tumescent, he got up, hugged me, and
whispered, "You are a good student. I think you'll pass this exam."

Just before I left the room, Mr. Speedie turned to me and said, "You'd
better start paying attention in class. If you don't, then I'll have to
keep you after school again, and again, and again, until you pass the final
exam".

I wondered what he meant .....

Ever since Mr. Speedie's after-school "tutoring" session, I'd been trying
to really understand his subject. It wasn't easy, because my distractions,
while somewhat less than they were before, still prevented me from really
listening to his lectures.

We had a test yesterday, the first since our encounter in the classroom,
and the exam were being handed out. Mr. Speedie was walking up and down
each aisle, handing the graded exams back to each pupil.

When he reached me, he paused. "Well, Jason, it looks like you didn't do so
well on this exam," he said from slightly behind my desk. He'd come up my
aisle while I'd drifted into my memory of our night after school. "Your
grade has not improved from the last exam."

I was disappointed to hear it, since I'd really studied the night
before. But I guess studying at home was no substitute for not paying
attention to his lectures. Leaning over my desk slightly, he continued, in
a whisper only heard by me, "I think you need some additional special
tuition. But this time, to avoid any distractions, come to my home. My
address is on the back of your exam. Be there at four this afternoon."

That being said, he moved off to deliver the rest of the exams to the
class. Remembering our show and tell the last time, my cock had already
hardened and was pressing against my pants. I guess it was visible to
others, because I heard John, the guy seated next to me, giggling
quietly. When I turned my head just slightly, I saw he was pointing to my
cock and whispering to a friend next to him.

Really embarrassed now, I turned and faced the front of the classroom,
trying to think of anything that would cause my cock to retract until
later. The rest of the class was boring, what with the test result, John's
comments, and Mr. Speedie's edict. It felt like the time would never
pass. Finally, the bell rang, and class was dismissed.

I was about to leave when Mr. Speedie called my name out. "Jason, please
come over to my desk for a moment." I went, not knowing what he was going
to say. Would he cancel out the special training? Maybe he'd remembered
another engagement. "I just realized you live over on the other side of
town from my place. Rather than you taking a bus, why not wait around for
me? I'll only be a few more minutes, and then I can drive you to my
place. It will be faster, and we can get more teaching in before you have
to go home."

His offer sounded good, almost too good to be true. "Sure, that's fine by
me. I'll meet you in the teacher's parking lot" I agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Speedie appeared at his car. I'd been walking
around the parking lot, killing time, until I saw him. I quickly walked up
to his car.

Mr. Speedie said, in a voice that had just the hint of anticipation in it,
"Get in the car quickly, before anyone sees you. I hardly want it to be
common knowledge I'm providing you with private lessons."

I guessed there might be more behind the excuse for urgency than his
concerns over others thinking he was tutoring me, but I didn't let that
thought get in my way. Once in the car, my vision shifted to his
crotch. The bugger was already hard!

"Well, what subject matter do you think we should cover tonight?" he asked.

"I guess you'd know better than me, Mr. Speedie. I follow whatever teaching
plan you have in mind." That seemed the safest answer. I already knew that
the options Mr. Speedie offered were a bit like my mum's dinner menus: take
it or leave it.

"Good, but first, when we are not in school, my name is Sandy, not
Mr. Speedie. I'd much prefer you call that." That said, he quickly
down-shifted, gunned the car, and smoothly merged onto the parkway, heading
south. Once we'd settled into a smooth ride, he reached over, took my hand
and placed it in his lap. I could feel the heat of his erection through the
fabric. I did what I was meant to do though I drew the line at sucking him
off while were doing 80 miles an hour. That kind of thing causes accidents.

Once in his house, he directed me to go into the living room. He followed,
and stood in the middle of room while indicating with his hands I should
sit on the couch.

"Mr. Speedie, ah, Sandy, my pants are hurting me. Is it okay if I take them
off?" I asked.

He laughed. "That's the whole idea - while you're at it, don't stop with
your pants. Join me and take everything off!"

I quickly did, ending with stepping out of my shorts. I stood there, my
cock fully extended and sticking directly towards him. Sir's cock was
perpendicular, pointing straight up at a rather unusual light-fitting. We
were separated by about five feet until he started gliding towards me.

"During the last lesson, I taught you how to finger-fuck me. I also exposed
you to the art of a man performing oral sex on another man. Today, I'm
going to show your adolescent dick is meant for - exploring my love
tunnel. But first, let's review what you remember from your first lesson."

With that, he sat down on the couch and motioned me to join him and we went
through the basics of what we'd done the day before - without reaching
orgasms. It was a sort of rehearsal - you know, when you put on a
performance but nobody comes... cums... get it? Aw, go fuck yourself!
Better still, let me fuck you.

Sandy brought his head up from my straining cock. I could feel its head
swelling, getting even harder, as my balls threatened to explode. Sensing
this, he stopped, and pushed me away from him.

"I'm not ready to let you cum yet. In fact, we've only completed the review
of the last lesson," he explained in a voice that was still husky. For a
moment he held my face with both hands and sighed: "It's so true. The face
of a child can everything, especially the mouth part of the face."

Mr Speedie returned his attention to the lesson. "I want you to hold
yourself until we get into the new lesson."

"But, Sandy, I'm so close it hurts to stop. If you don't complete this
first lesson, I'm afraid I'll cum anyway."

"I've got just the remedy for that situation," he said in a knowing
fashion. "Just sit up and wait for me to come right back." With that, he
swung off the couch and walked over to his bathroom.

Emerging a few minutes later, he was carrying what looked like a tube of
toothpaste. The writing on it, however, was either Chinese or Japanese, I
couldn't tell which. He took the tube, removed the cap, and spread a white
cream onto his hands.

Kneeling in front of my pulsing cock, he took my cock in both his hands and
gently massaged the cream onto it, starting at its head and working all the
down its elongated shaft.

His hands felt like heaven. The cream, cold at first, took on a warming
feeling as his fingers deftly massaged in into my whole cock. It was a
completely new experience to me, and I wasn't sure I should be letting it
happen, but I think if you're faced with two temptations, you should always
take the one you've never tried."

My orgasm, which had threatened to erupt at any second, gradually was
replaced with a slight numbing sensation, followed by a feeling of immense
pleasure. It is difficult to describe. The feelings I was getting from my
cock were different than anything I'd ever felt. I was on a high emotional
plateau, higher than anything ever before, but at the same time I knew I
was nowhere close to cumming. Whatever it was he put on my cock had taken
the sharp peak off my high but replaced it with a general feeling of much
greater pleasure.

"This is an ointment I found last year when I visited China. I've always
wanted to try it on a boy, but this is the first time I've had a chance. It
works wonders on me, and I think it will help you, too, to control you
orgasm." Finishing the application with a long, tender kiss to my penis's
head, he said "Now you are ready for the next lesson."

Having said that, he slowly stood up and took my hand, and led me across
the room. "What we are going to try, my boy, may not be to every man's
taste, but it has always worked for me."

He lay down on the bed, and pulled me over him. Taking my cock in his hand,
he guided it towards his rectum, but left it just touching his anal lips.

"Now, this is the modified missionary position. It's the way most people
make love. Let's try it, and get an idea as to how it feels. Go ahead, push
your dick into my asshole. It will slide in easily after a little bit of
pressure." With that he slung his legs up round my waist and hips. I moved
up into a kneeling position, which made it a whole lot easier, and which,
by the way, is how I like it - if we should ever meet.

I first pressed my cock into his ring, there was a lot of resistance.

Then, slowly, his anal lips opened up and accepted my cock. I slid it in
all the way. My erection was sheathed in warm, wet velvet. I marvelled it
had slid in so easily; my teacher had been fucked a lot of times in his
career!

"Oh, Sandy, that feels great!" I burbled "This is the first time I've ever
done this to anyone." (Okay, I'm a liar - but that doesn't make me a bad
person.) "Does that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?"

His hips started to move. My body, possessed as if with a mind of its own,
responded in sync with his body movements. Soon, our bodies were slapping
together like old pros. "Oh, oh, you ARE a fast learner," he grunted. "Keep
on moving, but harder. That's it - push in hard when I lift my love chute
up. Yes! Yes! Harder!!"

He lifted his legs onto my shoulders, encircling them. This allowed him to
use his leg muscles to drive me deeper and deeper into his waiting ass. I
could feel all the pleasure he was giving me, and my cock getting ever
bigger and stiffer, but I felt no urge to cum. That stuff he used was
really working!

"Yeah - yeah - yeah - keep it up. Now - harder!! Slam that stiff rod into
me harder! Make me feel it! Good, good! Now harder still - don't worry, it
doesn't hurt. It feels good! Yeah, oh yeah, you've got me there again! I'm
right at the crest! Keep doing it! Harder! HARDER!! I'm cumming AGAIN!!!!
Oh yes, I'm CUMMING!!!!" he screamed into the air. I felt his stuff
splatter against my belly and chest. I've always been glad I've got no
chest hair; fancy cum sticking all over you - Yuck!

And cum again he did - if I thought he thrashed about the last time, I was
wrong! He bounced all over the bed, dragging my body along with his. And
all the time he remained impaled on my stiff rod. His panting eventually
slowed down to normal breathing. I could see his body was now clothed is a
light sheen of sweat. His nipples were as hard as my cock, and was he
FLUSHED! But, apparently he'd not had enough yet.

By now, I was getting into this. I thrust into his asshole as hard as I
could, muttering, "Take that, you gay bastard!" - which, I admit, was a
little rich under the circumstances. But the young are always in the right
if only by virtue of their youth.

His voice was again getting a mixture or hoarseness and huskiness in it. I
couldn't tell if he wanted me to slow down because he was again close to
cumming or because I was hurting him; I hoped it was the latter.

Sure enough, even as we were talking, I could feel his muscles relaxing,
allowing my cock to ease further and further into his ass. Soon, I was all
the way in. My stomach was hitting his cheeks, and my cock seemed to thrust
right through his entire body. His stomach contracted, causing his anal
lips to close tightly on my shaft. He moved up and down, side to side, and
started rotating his hips. Each thrust brought me to a higher level. Each
time he slowed I could feel my balls actually hurting from the pent-up
flood of cum that had been created. Each time I thought I'd cum he slowed
down, or stopped.

It was agony and pleasure, all mixed into one big experience. He kept going
this way for over thirty minutes. But I could see he was having more
trouble controlling himself than controlling me.

I reached my no-turning-back point, and it felt like an explosion inside of
my cock. My cum juices shot out from the tip of my cock, not in a spurt,
but in a steady stream. Sandy came at the same moment, squirting more cum
all over me. I couldn't stop - I grabbed his waist, and shoved him down
even harder than he was pushing himself - shoved so hard it hurt when our
bodies met. He loved every moment of it, screaming out with pleasure as we
pursued our joint madness.

Eventually we both drained ourselves. Stopping, I noticed sweat had pinned
his hair to his brow. I was dripping sweat and cum from him and myself. We
were both exhausted. I started to remove my cock from his rectum, but he
stopped me. "Let it stay there. Let it relax and shrink inside of me," he
pleaded in a hoarse whisper. "Let's take a nap just like this." We
eventually both fell asleep, still coupled together by my cock in his
rectum. When I woke, it was almost seven o'clock!

Sandy woke up shortly after me. We cuddled together for a little while,
then got up and took a shower together. We had to, we were both glued
together with cum juice!

We dressed and he drove me home, stopping a couple of streets away from my
house where he gently pushed me out of the car. As I staggered up to my
home, I wondered what the next lesson could be ..... but strangely enough,
it came from the student, not the teacher.

It had been three weeks since his second tutoring session. I'd been paying
attention to the classroom work, and started making good progress in his
course. For the first time since we started the semester, I really
understood the course materials and was able to keep up with everyone
else. It now looked like I'd pass. It was no problem preventing myself from
daydreaming about Mr. Speedie (or Sandy, as he said I could call him out of
school) since we had completed the two outside tutoring classes. His
methods had worked.

In fact, I'd become an even more popular guy with boys of my class
(something which never happened before the tutoring). Each day, at lunch or
after school, there was always one or two boys talking with me, fooling
around, and generally doing what high school boys do when they are trying
to signal interest in each other. In short, it appeared I was growing up,
and was really starting to enjoy our high school's gay scene, which
although it was discrete was a lot more widespread than most people,
especially the grown-ups, could have believed possible. After all, it was
practically the Millennium, so whose business was it if boys wanted to get
it on with each other, or anybody else for that matter. As long as it was
consensual, it was fine by me.

My attentions to Mr. Speedie had dwindled in direct proportion to amount of
attention I was getting from boys my own age. In part, I guess, this
accounted for the ease in which I broke away from my old habits of staring
at Mr. Speedie and daily visually stripping his clothing off while he
lectured to the class. I think I was turning into a pretty tolerant guy,
free from stupid prejiduces, and fancying just about every attractive male
person in the school.

On this day, as both his class and the school day ended, Mr. Speedie asked
me to stay after school for a few minutes. Perplexed, since I knew I was
doing much better, I waited to find out what he wanted to say to me. When
everyone else had left the classroom, he closed the door, isolating the two
of us from the rest of the world. It was very similar to that first
tutoring session.

"Jason, I've been wondering what has happened to you in the past few
weeks," he started. "When we finished our last session after school, in my
car near your home, I recommended strongly that future sessions would be
needed. Yet now, weeks later, you seem to have no interest in pursuing
further help from me. What has happened?"

"Well, Mr. Speedie, I thought I was doing well in class! And as long as I
was, I thought no further help from you was needed," I replied
cheerfully. I knew I would have to tread carefully; Mr. Speedie's idea of a
joke was dishing our major assignments over the half term holidays.

"You really mean to say that, since I taught you all those tricks, you've
been too busy with all those little boys who hang around you every day to
worry or even think about me! That's what you really mean, don't you?" he
angrily proclaimed. He continued, "Did you think all of those efforts I
made to help you had no affect on me? That I didn't want to continue to
teach you even more? That you can now go about living your life, fully
convinced you know all you need to know? You're a bigger fool than I
thought, Jason Carter!"

Yipes! This was starting to sound like one of those late afternoon soaps
that are on TV. He really sounded hurt, angry and even more than a little
jealous! Before I could say anything, he continued his verbal attack. "You
must be very self-centred, young man. To not even take into account my
feelings, my desires, my hopes, while you freely give to those young
mother-fuckers everything I so painstakingly taught you! You're so typical
of your generation; all so fucking selfish!"

"Ah, you see, I, ah, I really thought you only had a professional interest
in me, Mr. Speedie. I thought what you were teaching me was to become more
aggressive, more outward, especially to males. And I've been. I've been
having a good time after school, dating for the first time, seeing
different boys, enjoying my life for a change. Wasn't that what you
wanted?"

"Yes, I wanted you to learn that. But I also wanted you to remember me,
too! While you may have forgotten what we did together, my body hasn't! My
crotch have been damp every day for the last several weeks, watching you,
sitting there in my classroom, having fun with those little bastards
sitting next to you. They've been wet with desire for your cock! Why
couldn't you understand that?" he sobbed.

Yeh, folks, I kid you not: the man actually sobbed! This was too heavy for
me; I'd to do something.

I quickly rose from my desk and walked up to him, took him in my arms, and
held him lightly. He lay his head on my shoulder, and soon the crying
stopped. Wiping his tears from his face, he backed away from me and sat at
his desk.

"I guess you want something younger than me, younger than my 31 years," he
stated matter of factly. "Well, maybe that's right, maybe you should. But I
still want to teach you more, and enjoy you while you learn. Look, this
weekend. Why don't you arrange to be free Saturday afternoon? I'll pick you
up here at the school, take you over to my house, and let's see if I can't
teach you something you'll not forget! You've heard a little about S&M, I
imagine." (Fuck me - S&M! Here was me, scared of a nose-bleed and this guy
wanted to introduce me to S&M!) "Maybe it will also serve as reminder to
you of what you were about to give up!" With that, he stood up, faced me
directly, and challenged me with his looks to say no. I couldn't.

"All right, Mr. Speedie, I'll make sure I'm free Saturday. But I've got
things to do, so I'll make my own way to your house - about two o'clock, if
that's okay?" He agreed. There went a date for the baseball game with John,
the redhead who sat next to me in class, which was going to be followed by
my sleeping-over at his house. Fuck it! But I owed Mr. Speedie one last
session. And I'd better not get Mr. Speedie pissed off at me until after
the school year ended.

Saturday afternoon came.

I arrived on time and knocked at Mr. Speedie's door. He opened up
immediately and looked me up and down hungrily. I'd hardly got inside the
living room when the father-fucker was wrestling me to the carpet grabbing
my privates and stripping off what little clothing I had on. We tumbled to
the carpet, thank God it was thickly piled, in a tangle of arms, legs and
sweaty torsos. Sir had already let his robe slip off, and sprawled
bare-assed across me. He worked his way down my body, slurping and
slavering as he went, then gulped my genitals into his wide-open mouth. He
hadn't even given me time to get a proper hard-on!

My body answered the call, and within seconds my stiff cock and swollen
balls were too much for him. He coughed me out, then flipped me over so I
was straddling his middle. I could feel his hard-on pushing at the crack in
my buttocks. I got the message. I wasn't going to get out of sir's house
until he'd fucked me good and proper. I heard my own gulp as my tiny Adam's
apple leapt in my throat.

Mr. Speedie worked me up his body until my cock was at his lips again. He
swallowed half the shaft and suckled on me like a hungry infant at a
swollen tit. His big hands parted the cheeks of my buttocks until I felt my
ring stretched like an elastic. No way, man, no way.

"Please, sir, please, sir," I whispered, but he was too far gone to hear
me. I had to tell him, there was something I had to tell him before we went
any further, but he wouldn't listen, he just wouldn't listen.

I worked me cock free from his mouth. He slid me higher until his face was
jammed between the crack in my ass, his tongue running over and probing at
my asshole. He was loosening my sphincter muscle. Shit! That was the last
thing I wanted to do. The Greeks say that an iron rod bends while it is
hot. That's one theory I didn't want tested on my ass!

The tip of his tongue was inside me. I lost control, and a small hot turd
slid down my shit-chute. I was so embarrassed my entire body blushed. I
tried to wriggle away; Mr. Speedie was having none of it. He held on and
sucked. "Ah, fuck it," I thought, and so did my sphincter. We gave up
control and let the guy have what he wanted. A hot turd, probably only
three or four inches long, though it felt like a freight train, slid out of
me, and into...  well, I can only guess. There was a gulping and swallowing
sound beneath me. That fucking' perverted cannibal was swallowing me whole!

There was a rapping at the door, not just any rapping, but a series of raps
I recognised. I rolled away from Mr. Speedie's body, grabbed his robe, and
nipped sharpish to the door. The Seventh Cavalry had arrived! I led the
troops into the living room. Mr. Speedie stood there, clutching my T-shirt
to his groin with one hand, and daintily wiping his lips with my Calvins.

"Hi, Mr. Speedie," I chirruped cheerfully. "Hope you don't mind me bringing
a few friends. They've fallen behind in their studies, too. They'd be
grateful for a bit of extra tuition. I've told them what to expect, and
they're raring to go. If you don't mind, I'll just sit back and watch while
you take them through what I've learned. I hope you've got plenty of that
cream..." I heard guffaws of laughter around me. "...I think we're gonna
need it."

We slipped past sir and into the spare bedroom. There was stuff lying
around: leather stuff, and metal stuff, and huge rubber cocks... I wasn't
sure how you used some of that stuff, but I knew my friends would figure it
out.

Around me, Lee, Declan, Paul and Ashley (Paul's current) were already
getting stripped. P&A were in the school wrestling squad; unlike me, these
chaps were not about to take 'no' for an answer, especially Paul who had
this thing about something called 'fisting'. His favourite proverb was if
the camel once get his nose in a tent, the body will soon follow, which we
all laughed at without wholly understanding.

For a moment I felt sorry for Mr. Speedie, but only for a moment. Then, I
settled down in an armchair near the bed. I flipped open a can of Special
Brew, took a slug, and sat back to watch my teacher being taught a few
things maybe even he didn't know. Truly it has been said: If four people
want your ass, it's time to put on a bridle.