Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2019 04:27:04 +0100 From: Erki Suomoson Subject: Headmater and Friends (LGBT / Adult-Youth) Please donate to Nifty Headmaster and friends. This story is fact, but heavily laced with fiction. As a lifelong enthusiast of Nifty, I know you are primed to be touching yourself right now. But good things come to those who wait, and it's important to me to tell you how a young boy came to seduce adults. I was not the prey. I was the instigator. T I grew up in care and foster homes during my early childhood. I was always surrounded by kids much older than me, so by the time I was 5 I knew what sex was. By six I was fumbling with boys and girls, under the direction of the older ones. By example- when the lights went out, they instructed the little kids to play with each other, and would crowd around the action using harsh torchlight to observe and comment. I received my first-ever blow job and penetrated my first vagina this way, and it would happen pretty much every night. It was also mechanical: no emotion, just acting out pictures in a porn magazine. But I'll never forget the first time I was aroused independently from those dorm events. An older girl ran into our common room, shouting `There's a flasher in the park. I saw his willy!' While the other kids responded with shock/disgust/humour, I ran to the park. I wanted to see an adult dick. I walked a lap of the park, not knowing what I was looking out for, but for my efforts I got a couple of joggers. But it was the first time in my life I feel real arousal -- not the juvenile stuff I had in the homes, but a deeper longing for something more. Even then, at 5 going 6, I knew what I wanted. It was real, adult men. My circumstances changed when I was around 7. There was no chance I would be going back to my family, so they put me up for adoption. I did audition tape of sorts. I showcase my voice, my acting, my maths and my quick-wittedness. But I guess it didn't hurt that I was hazel-eyed, athletic and had a smile and expressive eyebrows that could always get adults seeing my point of view. It has the desired effect, and I hit jackpot. Within weeks I was moved in with a wealthy couple as their only child. I moved from an 8-in-a-bedroom home to a mansion in the countryside with horses, a tennis court, indoor and outdoor pools, several staff where I had my own nanny, bedroom and bathroom It really was, hand-on-heart, exactly like that. I went from nothing to having everything. But even thought circumstance might change, lessons linger. They were clear with motive. They had no children of their own, and wanted someone to proudly carry their family name after they had departed. To do that, I must live at a school, to make sure I got the best education to achieve the best possible life. Literally four weeks after meeting them I was heading to a school where I would stay all term. I didn't mind. It was like being back at a care home, so it was no problem. I wanted them to be happy, and I was 8 by now, that I just nodded. The driveway to the school was rammed with cars, parents, kids from all angles. I was told to leave the car, and walk to the line the kids were lining up as they tried to find a parking space. I joined as the only kid on my own, right at the back. The line shuffled forward as it moved, and about five people away I saw what was happening. Kids and their parents shaking hands with the Headmaster. I couldn't really see him as I shuffled along thanks to the parents in front. 5, 4, 3, 2 in line. And then, on my own it was me. And then that's where I saw him for the first time. Dr. Spade was a giant of a man. I didn't come close to his chest, and to meet his eyes my gaze had to move past his enormous waist, which was straining against his shirt and slightly hanging his huge arms, broad shoulders, up to his thick neck, his thick, smiling lips, his button nose and his intense, sparkly blue eyes magnified through glasses. In that moment, as I met his gaze, something inside me clicked. This was it. This is what I am looking for. I want a big cuddly man t- "You must be...." "Thomas", I blurted "Thomas! Of course. Where are your parents?" "Ur, trying to park" I stuttered, trying to ignore the explosive feelings "We are very excited to have you here, and once I have finished greeting the new boys, I would like to take you on a personal tour of the school. We are delighted that you're here and I know you will enjoy it" He said with a warm smile and a direct gaze `Thank you" I murmured, totally shaken by the sledgehammer I just had. Right on cue, my parents arrived, meaning I could wander in tandem. But I knew, in that split second, that big, chubby guys did something to me that no one else could. And my Headmaster was my immediate fantasy I wanted to have. I just didn't know how. It was a long process. After lunch. we would play sport in the autumn and winter, and get covered in mud, which we had to shower off before we went to our final classes of the day. I noticed that Dr. Spade would handle the showers on Wednesdays, with the job to ensure the boys actually cleaned themselves and would order them back into the communal showers if they weren't. So, on Wednesdays I would hang back. Let the other boys rush in -- they held no desire for me at all -- and wait so I could hold more of his attention. Often, I would be the only boy left in the shower, slowly bending down, lathering myself from my toes up, bending down to show my ass to Dr. Spade, before soaping my face and turning around to deliberately show him my pre-pubescent cock and balls. If I was the last boy out, I would walk out of the shower, walk up to him and ask him to confirm if I was clean. He would look at my naked front, ask me to turn around, inspect my behind to confirm I was clean. This happened for two terms. I would get closer. He would touch the areas that were not fully clean. We began to have in-jokes because it happened every Wednesday. I noticed that as time went on, he would change his sitting posture, from upright to leaning forward. But nothing happened in those showers in the first year. It wasn't until the first summer that things began to move. The school has an outdoor pool, open under supervision every evening. Dr. Spade would always run it every evening. He would wear swimming shorts, giving me ample view of most of his body every night. His hairless, bulging waist. His nipples, that pointed slightly upwards from his pronounced breasts. His strong, defined calf muscles. His broad-shouldered back that worked down into protruding love handles. I studied him as subtly as I could, every night, using my imagination to fill in the blanks his shorts made. While the other kids were in the pool en masse, I would swim lengths as hard as I could. In his presence, I wanted to be the fastest, hardest working, focused. Over time, excellence became a way to get his attention. I would be there for two hours. The number of kids dwindled. As the group got manageable, Dr. Spade would become playful, dunking the remaining kids, giving them challenges, and it was at the point I would join in, because it was for a specific game. The remaining kids would be challenged to dunk Dr. Spade, by any means necessary. Clearly this was an impossible task, but we all gave it our best shot. My goal was simpler. I would go for the leg, always. Through blurred eyes underwater I would grab or try to grab his leg as an excuse to see if I could make an outline of his cock in his shorts. The cock I craved to touch. To hold. To suck. I saw it several times, pressing against his wet shorts as his attention was on the other kids taking him down. It was so close. As time went on my lust was pushing me to grab it, but my fear of being busted always holding me back. But in life, opportunity is about timing. It was just after half term, the games had finished and as Dr. Spade called time on the session, the rest of the boys got out, but I asked him a question that kept us there for longer. I asked him about love. I wondered if he had ever wanted to get married. He said he loved a woman once, but their paths led them in different directions. "Sir...I've really liked someone since I am here but I'm afraid if I tell them won't feel the same way. What should I do?" He replied, with his heart melting smile, that knowing a risk worth taking. Because the uncertainty of not knowing is worse than rejection, and the fear of the unknown is often far more destructive than knowing "So.... should I tell this person?" I asked, a bit confused "Yes, boy. The worst thing she can do is say no. Rejection is painful, but it means you can live your life with more certainty, and no one knows what is around the corner". He looked straight at me with those piercing blue eyes. I waded the short distance to him and without any notice wrapped my arms around him as far as I could, my head on his chest. Surprised at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around me, so I was completely enveloped in him I could feel his heartbeat as my head and ear rested on his chest. I could feel my hands filled with him as I gripped him, the film of water between us felt warm. And for a moment we stayed like that, as my small cock twitched uncontrollably as I did, too far away from his body to send a signal to notice. "Thank you, sir. I'm clear now" "Come on boy, it's time to get out. It past nine o'clock and your dormitory will be in bed' We got out, dried ourselves, and asked Dr. Spade if there was a closer shower because the dorm ones were close to the sleeping kids so would wake them up. "Come and use my shower, we will dry you and I will walk you to your dorm". After drying lazily, as we walked the cool air caught me, making me shiver, which helped to disguise my nerves because this was the first time I had an opportunity. I was shivering on the outside, my cock was twitching at the thought of our embrace, my mind was racing with possibilities. We walked in near silence to his quarters, which were the first time I saw them. The door opened into a hallway, from which I could see a living room straight ahead, a kitchen on the left. `Come with me and I will show you the shower'. I followed Dr Spade's ample, towel-wrapped frame, giving me a chance to admire his broad, smooth back. I wanted to touch him. Smell him. Feel his skin on mine. Feel his weight on me. His heat. My body was raging and my mind a yoyo of lust and fear. He turned on the light to the room, pulled out a towel from the drawer, and turned on the shower, put his hand into the water, then advised it was ready to get in. I removed my towel, trunks and let them drop to the floor. My tiny cock was stiff, but he was looking over me. Naked, I touched his hip for balance as I squeezed past his frame. Halfway through the shower door I blurted "It's you, sir. I want you. I love you" And proceeded, my back to him, to get under the shower. Excited that he knew. I couldn't hear anything because of the water running past my ears, but thanks to his shadow on the wall I turned to see my huge, chubby man of my dreams totally naked in the doorway of the shower. I couldn't help looking at all of him the first time. His thick thighs supporting an overhanging belly. And in the middle of that, a thick patch of hair with a big, stiff cock pointing at me. It looked small thanks to his thighs. His belly moved in time with this breathing "If you love me boy, then you and I must swear never to tell anyone about us. You would never me again. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I promise never to tell anyone" [and never have until now] "And you must promise to behave normally when we are with other people, do you understand? I am your Headmaster outside of these times. You are my pupil. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I understand" "Promise me" "I promise that I will never say a word to anyone about us, and I will always remember that you are my headmaster when there's other people around" "Good boy. Now turn around, arms up" I obeyed, putting my arms in the air and dizzy with reality. I hear him squeeze some soap, followed by a soapy sponge soaping my shoulders, my armpits, my arms, working its way down my back, and into my arse cheeks, where Dr. Spade decreased the speed and added pressure as I shuddered as he rubbed past my hole each time. As he kept rubbing, he moved closer, and his left hand grabbed my cock and balls. I groaned. His hands were rubbing my balls, the sponge was soaping my ass and I was shaking because this please was coming from the headmaster I'd wanted for months. Then he took my dick in his fingers and started rubbing. "Put down your arms, boy" I obeyed instantly. I was struggling to stand straight because there were sensations everywhere on my body. He wasn't rough or hard. It was sensual. It was intense, but gentle. And while he did that, he started kissing my neck. Sucking, gently biting, my young body just not able to cope as a deep sensation built up in my body, growing, from the base of my back. "Sirrrrrrrrrrrrr" I groaned. I closed my eyes as I had no idea what was going on apart from an explosion in my body. But he kept going. Caressing my dick, kissing my neck, soaping my cheeks., until I caught my breath. "That was your first orgasm, boy" he said with a slight smile "It happens when you are attracted to someone else. It will be the first of many". I turned and hugged him as hard as I could. My arms could barely get around the front part of his waist, but I felt I fit into him, like a piece of a jigsaw. I could feel his cock poking my inner top thigh. I could feel it twitching. So I began sliding down him, my hands dragging down from his large waist, past his ample thighs, to the back of his knees where his cock, about the length of my face, was in front of me. Finally, I had it and him. "You don't have to if you don't want to boy. We can take it sl" I needed no invitation. I wrapped a hand around his shaft, which couldn't reach all the way round but was enough to watch a quite liquid drip out of his slit. His belly, obscuring so much of his cock, allowed me to see his face as I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and saw him look down me, mouth open, breathing heavily, before I lost sight of him as I worked my past the head, to his shaft. That quite liquid hit my mouth. It was salty. It was fresh. It was him. And as I thought I had put as much as I could in, he placed his hands on my crown, pushing me further down, not forcefully, but enough so my forehead touched his beautiful belly. He moved out, and back all the way down, moaning in time. I remember the pressure of his cock on the top of my throat, which he kept there, before sliding out. I let him take over, wanting to please him as he did me. He started getting quicker, breathing hard enough I could hear him over the shower water. And he got faster, unable to get my head out his grip I moved my hands to his wait for grip. Now his cock was stabbing the back of my throat, I was dribbling saliva as his hot, stiff cock pushed into my throat. "Oh YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" he moaned. Dr. Spade thrust his cock to the back of my throat and without warning a hot liquid hit the back of my throat, his cock twitched with another, and another, then another, his hands keeping me in a vice. When he softened his hands, I squeezed his cock instinctively, and the liquid I'd felt hit my tongue. It was kind of sweet. I was hooked. I wanted it. And I wanted more. As he softened in my mouth. I kissed him on his end and stood. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I just hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around me again and enveloped me with him. The spell was broken with `we need to get you to bed'. So we got out, in silence, and awkwardly, dried ourselves. But I knew I wanted more of him. As he dried his belly, and other parts of his body wobbled, and when he spread his legs to dry his cock and balls, I knew that if I wanted this I would have to make sure this was a secret. "sir" I said, matter-of-fact "I promise to you that I shall keep this a secret. I promise that I will see you as Headmaster in public. I want more" He stared at me as he dried himself "That's good to hear boy. I want more too. But it's very dangerous for an adult to being doing this, and there are serious consequences. So you can show me how much you love me by keeping this a secret. If you can, it will show me" "I will, sir. Sir, shall I see you in the pool tomorrow night?" "Of course, my dear. I have so much to teach you" End.