Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2020 19:55:11 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Jaden and Jayden, Part 1 (Bi - Adult/Youth) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between adults and minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Jaden and Jayden, Part 1 My name is Anthony Tocchet and I'm a middle school music teacher. Before you feel bad for me, it's important to know that I love my job. Really, I do. I've taught at every level, and while I've enjoyed working with the younger kids and the older kids, middle school is my sweet spot, the proverbial porridge that is `just right.' The kids are fun, have outlandish personalities, and are still at the stage where they are willing to try new things. Besides, I have the right personality for them. I'm goofy and weird, but can be sarcastic at times as well, which this age group gets. So, that's all the things I'd say in a job interview. The deeper truth, which I'm sure you could have guessed being that you're reading this on Nifty, is that I'm also very attracted to this age group. The idea that their bodies are in a constant change of flux, transitioning from that of child to that of adult was very sexy to me. I loved watching the girls dress like nineteen-year-old sorority sisters out for a night on the town, some of them completely unaware of the sexuality they oozed. And the boys, wearing the slim, tight track pants that occasionally showed off a sexy lump or bulge if the angle was just right. I had been teaching for four years now and was in my mid-20's, and so far had managed to keep my hands to myself. I asked myself often how much longer that would last, as I was hoping to do this job for the next thirty years, give or take. Jaden and Jayden would answer that question. I hated having two students in my class who had the same name, but it was even more confusing when they were different genders. Both were in my sixth-grade homeroom. Jaden (no y) was a precocious dark haired boy with somewhat tan skin. I generally liked him, although sometimes he could be a general pain in the ass. He talked out of turn a lot and liked to test the waters with his teachers. Some of the other sixth grade teachers downright hated him, but I had a soft spot in my heart for boys like him. Besides, he was cute. His eyes were as dark as his hair, and he had an impish smile that was cute but also gave away that he was about to get into something. He was short, a full head shorter than me (I was 5'8") and had an average, athletic body. Jayden was completely different in almost every way from Jaden, including the fact that she was female. She was tall (almost my height, but not quite), with long legs and a slim, athletic figure. Her hair was brown; not as dark as Jaden's, but not a light brown color, either. She had a very cute face with thin lips, pronounced cheekbones, and big, doe-like eyes that were more of a hazel color. She was a straight A student and a type A personality to boot, a people pleaser for sure. Whenever I posted an assignment for music class, she had it done within a few minutes. She would end up being in the top 5 of her class in high school, maybe even valedictorian, and would go on to become a doctor or engineer or something important. But there was a problem with Jaden and Jayden. As I mentioned before, the pants and shorts boys wore these days made it easy to see a `dick print,' which is just the bulge that their dick makes in their pants. Being that I taught middle school, it wasn't uncommon to see a boy in some stage of an erection, whether it was on the way up, on the way down, or at full mast. The pants they wore made their arousal completely obvious. It happened to some boys more than others, but for Jaden, it seemed like he was constantly hard. Up until this one Wednesday morning, I hadn't said anything, thinking that it was unwise to broach the subject, being a male teacher and all. On Jayden's end, she liked to wear skirts. Skirts that looked like may have fit her very well in fifth grade but were a bit short on her long legs in sixth grade. Being that there were no desks in my room and all of my seats were in a circle, it was common for me to be able to see up her skirt to the apex of her creamy thighs. She wore a lot of light colored panties: white, gray, light blue, light green, and so on. Sometimes her legs would be wide enough that I could get a glimpse of the material pulled tight against her young slit, and as an added treat, she often wore tight tops that would show off the shape of her budding A-cup titlets. We were about a month in and so far, I had just been enjoying the views, saving mental images for later when I got home. But on this particular Wednesday, all that would change. The 8 am bell rang, signaling that homeroom was over and first period was about to begin. The students stood up and started making their way towards the door. "Have a great day, guys!" I shouted as they left my room. I had suspension duty first thing in the morning, and I hadn't received an email that anyone was in suspension yet, which was often the case, meaning I had a free period. I was just about to leave my room and head to my office when I saw a figure standing in front of me. It was Jaden. His face was red, his dark a hair a bit unkempt, and his red track pants were totally tented in the front. "Mr.T?" he said, the sounds of a question in his voice. "Can I ask you something?" I cleared my throat, trying not to look down at his groin. "Sure, Jaden." "Why does this keep happening to me?" After asking, he pointed down to the obvious bulge in his pants, granting me permission to ogle his little package. "Well," I said, trying to find the words to say. "Do you remember talking about this in health last year?" "No," he said shaking his head. This wasn't surprising, as Jaden didn't really remember anything from any class. "Okay," I said, still gathering my thoughts. One part of me wanted to give him the information he needed to help him, just as I would with any other student in any normal situation. Another part of me was mindful of being careful of what I said, lest I give him and his parents the wrong impression about my intentions. Another part of me wanted to rip his pants down and demonstrate on him. "It's starting to hurt," he said, whining a bit. "What's hurting?" "My balls," he said, reaching down to give the objects in question a tug. In that moment, I felt bad for him. I grew up without an older brother to teach me these things, and I didn't start jerking off until I was nearly 14. I remember the pain of blue balls and the embarrassment of wet dreams. I couldn't let that happen to him, could I? "Your penis is getting hard because your body is getting ready for sex. It's called an erection. Does any of that ring a bell?" "Oh yeah," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "I remember that. Why is it happening now?" "Because your body is starting to make those hormones," I responded as coolly as I could. "And you're getting an overload of them. So, this is going to happen a lot." "Can I stop it from happening? And why does it make my balls hurt?" I sighed, knowing I was about to cross a threshold. But I wanted to. "Your balls are hurting because your body is prepared to ejaculate. Do you remember that?" "Yeah, I think so. Something comes out?" "Right," I responded. "When you ejaculate, your body shoots out a liquid, and if it goes inside a girl it can get her pregnant. When you don't ejaculate, it can make your balls cramp up." "Okay, so what do I do?" "You have to masturbate. Do you remember that word?" "Yeah, I think. It's like when you rub it or something. I've done that before. But nothing ever comes out." I realized at that moment that we were standing in the opposite corner from the door way, and that his back was to the door. If we were careful, we could actually get away with something here right out in the open without anyone being the wiser. My room was down at one end of the school, and if anyone were to actually walk by, all they would see is him standing in front of me as though we were merely having a conversation. "Do you want me to show you?" I asked in a hushed whisper. "If it's going to make my dick soft and make my balls not hurt, yes." "Okay," I said, taking one step closer to him. "If you want me to stop, just say so." "Is it gonna hurt?" he asked, a touch of nerves in his voice. "Oh no," I replied, reaching for the waistband of his track pants. "It'll be the opposite of pain." Making sure to keep his pants up in the back, I pulled the front of his pants down. He was wearing a dark blue pair of American Eagle boxer briefs, and his erection was now even more obvious. It may have been my imagination, but it almost looked like I could see it pulsing through his underwear. Knowing that time was of the essence, I grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them out and then down. I was first greeted to the sight of his dick head, the dark read glans starting right at me as the rest of his groin was revealed. He was circumcised, and his thin shaft was only about three and a half inches long. At the root of his erection were about ten or twelve short dark hairs, collecting tight against the base of his erection. The boner angled up at about 45 degrees, and he was rock hard and pulsing. Underneath his penis were two small, grape sized boy balls, hanging down a bit from his body in their pink, hairless bag. Keeping his pants underwear under his balls with one hand, I used the other to manually explore his cock. He sighed as my fingers poked and prodded at his erection, taking the shaft into my hand and slowly stroking. Despite his size, he has hard as stone. Hard as marble. He was just really fucking hard. My manipulations changed from exploratory to purposeful, the tried and trued masturbatory method used by boys and men since the dawn of man. "Oh, my God," he said quietly, the first time I had ever seen him this docile and focused. "That feels so good." "Good," I said, starting to speed up a bit. The room was quiet, aside from an occasional moan from him and the sound of skin rubbing up on skin. I had only been at it for about a minute before his breathing began to change. "Something is happening," he said quietly. "Does it feel like you are going to pee?" He nodded his head quickly. "Let it happen," I said. "Trust me. The best part is coming." I silently laughed at my unintentional pun. His breathing start to become more labored and deep, his eyes went shut but his eyebrows lifted up off his orbital bone. His mouth flew open, and I could tell that while he was trying to say something, no words came out. Jaden's breathing became louder, his voice growing in pitch as well as he reached his first ever climax. An unintelligible sound came from his mouth as I felt his little dick thicken and pulse in my hand. We both looked down at his preteen member and watched his dick give up his first ever load, a clear offering off boy cum that oozed from his pisshole over my stroking hand and down on to the floor below. His cum was transparent but warm. The moans kept coming as he orgasm persisted, taking hole of his young body, making him shiver and moan as dormant nerves fired for the first time. As he came back down the other side of the mountain, his eyes opened up, a hazy look in his eyes as I held onto his prick, feeling it soften in my hand. "How do your balls feel?" I asked, rubbing his small orbs, finding them to be soft and warm. "Soooo much better," he said, still a bit out of breath. "That felt so good. Is that the stuff that you said goes into a girl and makes babies?" "Yeah, although yours won't make babies until you're a bit older." "Cool. Thanks. That felt so good." "No problem. This has to stay between us, okay?" He nodded his head. "Okay," I said, tucking his almost totally soft dick back into his underwear and pants. "Get to class. I'll tell you're teacher you're on your way." "Thanks, Mr. T," he said. "You're the best." "I do what I can," I said, bringing my hand up to my mouth and tasting his clear cum from my fingers. I watched him walk out of my room, satisfied that I solved another problem for another student, this one in a very fun way. ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. Flames and messages with attachments will be ignored. And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html