Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:41:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boarding School Teacher ? Part 4

Boarding School Teacher -- Part 4
By Bill

Time: January, 1978

The towel dropped from Tony's waist, and Mark's eyes
widened.  The 15-year-old's penis was bigger in its soft
state than the man's cock was when fully erect. And when
the 9th grader stroked it a few times, and the organ began
pulsing to stiffness, Mark's mouth dropped open with
amazement at its prodigious length.

"Get on your knees, pervert, and crawl over to me," said
the arrogant teenager.  "Do it now, cocksucker!"

Mark froze momentarily as his brain buzzed with conflicting
messages.  Tony was dangerous... but also incredibly hot.
It was crazy the way this was playing out... but playing
along would result in living out his long-time fantasy.
But maybe, Mark thought, he could find different boy - a
less dangerous boy - with whom to explore his urge for
kinky subservient sex.

Less than a half-hour before, the teacher had seduced Tommy
Morris, a cute 12-year-old who lived in the room next-door
on the boarding corridor at Hardcrest Prep School.  That
adventure had satisfied, to perfection, the part of Mark's
sexuality that craved taboo liaisons with boys on the cusp
of puberty.  But now, a different side of his deviant lust
was being heavily aroused: his recurring fantasy of
submitting sexually to a dominant older teen.

The teacher set his jaw with determination and looked into
Tony's face with a serious expression.  He would tell the
boy "no", and reprimand him for his wildly inappropriate
behavior.  Tony would then slink away, like a bully whose
bluff had been called.  The words were on his lips, ready
to be vocalized.

"I know you want suck me," said Tony softly, flashing a
conspiratorial grin.  Gone was the sarcastic, aggressive
tone.  His voice was now smooth, like the serpent tempting
Eve to bite into the apple. "Go ahead.  It'll be great."

Mark's resolve crumbled, and in that instant he silently
sank to his knees.  In obedience to the outrageous demand,
he knee-walked across the floor until he was at Tony's
feet, his face almost touching the youth's big erection.

"I know just what you need," said Tony, still using the
seductive voice.  His hands went behind Mark's head and
gently drew Mark's face into contact with the stiff cock.
"Lick it," he purred.  "Lick it like it was a candy cane."

Mark's tongue emerged from his mouth and glided slowly
upward along the length of the boner's shaft.  He repeated
it several times, returning to the base and licking all the
way up to the ridge of the cock's prominent crown.

"Yeah; that's it.  Now take my cock in your mouth, and
let's see how deep you can suck it.  I'm guessing you're a
really good cocksucker, and you'll be able to take it all.
Don't make me disappointed in you, dude."  The voice was
still smooth, but a dark undertone was unmistakable.

Mark's heart was pounding violently in his chest.  He had
never felt such an intense mixture of apprehension and
exhilaration.  Tony's cock was bigger, by far, than any
other erection he'd ever seen in real life, much less taken
into his mouth.  His entire previous sexual experience, in
his youth and now as a 23-year-old man, had been with boys
who were just entering puberty... 12- and 13-year-old boys
whose erections were smaller than his own.

The man's lips gently kissed the tip of the penis and then
slid down and around the knob.  He sighed with pleasure as
his lips and tongue worked on the hot, throbbing cock-head.
Bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, Mark's mouth gradually
took in more of boy's boner. Then he felt Tony's hands
behind his head, pushing it farther on each down-stroke.

"Yeah.... Do it, cocksucker.... Take it all, cocksucker!"
Tony's crude demand was delivered in a calm forceful voice,
and Mark found it irresistibly arousing to be verbally and
physically dominated by the 15-year-old.  The pressure of
Tony's hands increased, and the boy's hips began to pump
forward to match the rhythm of the man's suck-strokes.
"Suck it... suck it, cocksucker... suck it...."  The
repetitive sexual mantra filled Mark's ears, and he tried
to take the long phallus deeper, even as his throat was
gagging from the intrusion.  "Deeper, cocksucker!  Take it
all!"  Now Mark was retching as the stiff penis pushed
farther into his throat.  He couldn't breathe, and his head
was swirling.

And then the hands released their grip, and Mark's mouth
came back up the shaft and off.  He gasped for breath and
tried to calm his turbulent stomach.

"You haven't sucked a big cock before, have you?" said
Tony.  Mark shook his head.  "That's ok.  A little training
and I'll have you deep-throating me like Linda Lovelace.
You want to learn how to please me, don't you, cocksucker."
It was much more a statement than a question.

Mark, still on his knees, nodded his head, shamed by his
desire for submission, but having absolutely no doubt that
he craved it.

"You want my cock all the way up your ass too.  You want me
to fuck you; right?"

"Yes," Mark murmured softly.

"Speak up... and since I'm gonna be your teacher, how about
you address me as Sir.  Now, tell me what you want."

Mark felt his face burning with embarrassment as he said "I
want you to fuck my ass, sir... please!"

"That's better, bottom-boy!" said the teenager.  "I'll ream
the hell out of that firm little ass of yours."  His tone
and demeanor had now completely returned to their original
swaggering arrogance.  "Now, strip nude, faggot," ordered
the 15-year-old.

With his heart thumping in his chest, the teacher stood up
and quickly shed his clothing, as the 9th grader watched.
As his underwear came off, Mark looked down at his stiff
erection.  He knew it wasn't big -- 5.5 inches [14cm] and of
medium girth -- but he had never thought of it as small
until now, comparing it to the much-longer rod standing up
from Tony's crotch.  The teenager said nothing, but the
haughty smirk on his face conveyed the message.

"Put your hands behind your head, and stand still while I
check you out," said Tony, as he walked around behind Mark
and groped the man's butt cheek.  Mark jumped slightly at
the touch, but didn't move from his subservient posture.

"I bet you're wondering how I knew you were a bottom-boy,"
said Tony, as he reached around the man's body.  His hands
slid across Mark's chest, pinching the nipples, and then
moved down, wrapping one hand around Mark's straining
boner, while cradling his balls in the other hand.  Mark's
only reply was a gasp of lust, as his testicles and stiff
penis were fondled and he felt the length of the teenager's
cock pressing against his butt.  "I can spot you guys every
time.  I can see it in the way you look at me... your
desire for me to dominate you... your hunger for my cock."
His hand increased its pressure on the man's balls,
squeezing just to the edge of the pain threshold.  "And it
didn't hurt to have that sissy-boy Chris telling me what
you two did together last night... or that old faggot Mr.
Hensen telling me about seeing that porn magazine out in
the open when he visited you.  Both of them just love to
gossip, almost as much as they love getting fucked by me."

Tony's hands, stroking Mark's cock and squeezing his balls,
were driving the man's arousal higher by the second.  Mark
thought for a moment that the teenager was going to keep
stroking him to orgasm, spewing the man's cum across the
floor.  But then, without warning, the boy let go his grip
and backed away.

"Get me some lube, punk.  And get out your porn magazines
too.  That should be interesting to see!"

"You want to see my...."

"Do it, bottom-boy!" barked the student.

"Yes, sir."  Even though Mark felt the rising humiliation
of having to display the evidence of his perversion, his
stiff cock throbbed with intense arousal.  He got the three
magazines from their hiding place in his dresser and handed
them to Tony, along with the bottle of lube.

"Now put your hands behind your head again."  Mark obeyed.

Tony flipped quickly through the first magazine, showing a
group of beautiful young Danish boys, totally naked and
performing a variety of sex acts in a fantastic boy-orgy.
"It's so predictable that you're into little boys and their
hairless little stiffies.  You're such a stereotypical boy-
lover pervert," said the teenager with a sneer.  He tossed
the magazine carelessly across the room, causing Mike to
cringe at the possible damage to his treasured erotica.
After glancing through the second magazine, which showed a
13-year-old boy stripping, posing, and jacking himself to
orgasm, he tossed it aside with the same disdain.  That
left the last one - "Rough Trade Hustler".  As Tony paged
through it, he smiled.  In its portrayal of a big-cocked
teenager dominating a submissive man, it mirrored to an
uncanny degree the dom/sub game that Mark and Tony were now
playing out, and it revealed the depths of the teacher's
subservient fantasies.

"You want me to give it to you just like this, don't you,"
said Tony with a sinister grin.  Mark nodded, blushing with
shame, but compelled by his lust to live out the fantasy.
The boy studied a sequence of pictures in which the young
hustler was whipping the man's bare butt with a wide
leather belt.  "A boy-lover pervert like you needs to be
punished for molesting innocent little boys.  You need to
be spanked for being such a pervert faggot, don't you?"

Mark's throat was so tight that he couldn't speak.  But he
nodded his head in acknowledgement of his desires.

Putting down the magazine, Tony walked around to Mark's
side, reaching out and taking hold of the man's cock and
giving it a few sensuous strokes.  His other hand rubbed
lightly across Mark's firm buttocks.  "I should take you
across my knee and spank your sorry butt `til it's red-hot.
And then get your belt and whip you really good, just like
in your porn mag.  Maybe I'll even let you jack your cock
while I'm doing it.  That's what you want."

Mark didn't answer, but his body was shaking with a
combination of apprehension and excitement.

"Well, I'm not gonna do it tonight.  It wouldn't be too
cool to have the whole boarding corridor listen to how much
of a submissive faggot you are.  But we'll do it sometime
soon, over to Mr. Hensen's house where we can make all the
noise we want down in his basement.  Maybe I'll even let
Hansen and his hot gook wife watch while I discipline you.
We can do a lot of other stuff too, to satisfy your kinks.
But tonight you'll just have to settle for having me fuck
your faggot ass.  Now, let's see... how should we do this?
On your belly across the bed?  Or maybe on your back with
your legs pulled back.  No; we'll make it a standing fuck.
Go lean over your desk, with your chest resting on it, and
your butt raised up for me....  Yeah; that's it."

Tony slathered lubricant abundantly along the length of his
cock, and then rubbed his slippery fingers around the
outside of Mark's anus.  As the man groaned with excited
anticipation, a single fingertip probed slowly past the
clenched muscle, pushing deeper in rhythmic finger-fucking
strokes, and then was joined by a second digit.  The two
slippery fingers stroked rhythmically, in and out, and
twisting like a cork-screw, as Mark eagerly pushed his butt
up and back.

"That's right; get your hole loose for me.  When I start
fucking, I'm not gonna baby you.  So; are you ready for my
cock, bottom-boy?"

"Yes, sir," Mark gasped.  "I'm ready for you to fuck me."
Mark's only experience with being fucked had been when he
was 13, and he had a torrid month-long introduction to all
manner of sexual activity with a boy of the same age.  In
the next 10 years of fantasy-obsessed celibacy, he had
dreamed of being fucked again.  And now it was going to
actually happen.

Tony's fingers withdrew from Mark's asshole, and the
teenager brought his lube-slick cock into position.  He
rubbed it back and forth teasingly across the quivering
anal flesh.  And then he pushed in.

Mark's eyes widened, and he suppressed a gasp of pain.
Although the boy's cock wasn't particularly thick in
relation to its length, it was man-size in girth and fully
engorged.  Mark gritted his teeth and clenched his fists
tightly as the long cock penetrated in slow, steady
thrusts.

"Yeah!  Nice and tight!" grunted the boy as his hips
continued pushing more of his erection into the man's
bowel.  "Feels just like fucking a 7th grade boy!"

It was all Mark could do to keep from crying out in agony.
His anus burned like it was on fire, and his insides were
being pummeled by the stiff rod thrusting deep into him.

"Oh, yeah!" Tony sighed at last.  "It's all the way in!
You did OK, faggot... better than with your cock-sucking.
Now's when it gets good!"

Holding onto Mark's hips, Tony drew his cock almost all the
way out, and then thrust back in, long and deep.  The man
grimaced, but he could already feel an edge of erotic
pleasure counteracting the pain.  And with each smooth,
rhythmic thrust, the pleasure grew and the burning
discomfort subsided.  The memories of being fucked in
boyhood washed over him... the feeling of being completely
filled and pleasured by a boy's strong, stiff penis.

"Oh, yes!" Mark gasped.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me good!"

"That's right, bottom-boy.  I'm gonna give you the fuck of
your life.  And I'll keep taking care of you all semester,
so long as you do what I tell you.  But if you cross me,
there will be no more of Tony's big cock pleasuring your
faggot asshole."  The boy suddenly stopped his thrusts,
with his cock-head poised just inside the entrance of
Mark's ass.  "Now beg me for it again.  Plead for it,
pervert!"

"Please, sir!" the teacher gasped.  "Please fuck me more!
Fuck me hard and deep!  I need it!"

The 10-inch [25cm] cock slammed home against Mark's
upraised ass, and his entire body shivered with submissive
pleasure.  Tony's hips began thrusting again, plowing
roughly into the man's gut, and the teenager grunted each
time his cock thrust to the hilt.  The thrusts came faster
as Tony felt his orgasm rising up inside him.

"Jack your cock, pervert.  Make yourself cum; quick," said
Tony between rapid breaths.  "I'm getting close, and I want
to feel your asshole gripping my boner when you cum."

Mark obeyed immediately, welcoming the opportunity to
increase his already-intense pleasure.  His hand reached
down and he began masturbating in quick jerking strokes.

"Oh, god!  Oh, yes!" gasped the man as he beat off
urgently, while the teenager's stiff cock slid back and
forth inside him.  "Oh!  Oh!!  OH!!!"  Spurts of cum flew
out of Mark's penis, splattering the floor beneath the
desk, as he kept stroking it.

Tony grunted as his own orgasm rose up, enhanced by the
spasming contractions of the anal muscle on his thrusting
cock.  "Oh, yeah!  Oh, FUCK!!"  His voice was barely
restrained from shouting it out loud.  "Here it cums!!!"
And his pent-up semen flooded Marks bowel... spurt after
spurt of hot cum gushing forth.

Both bodies were still for a few moments, joined together
by Tony's throbbing penis, and then Tony pulled away.  He
picked up Mark's tee-shirt from the floor and used it to
wipe off his cock.  "Good one, dude!" he said in a tone
that actually sounded friendly.  "I'll definitely be back
for more."   He wrapped his towel around his waist and
strolled toward the door.  "One thing, though," he said
before he left.  "Next time, I want your pubes shaved
completely smooth.  Your balls and asshole too."  And with
that, he was gone.

Meanwhile...

In the next room down the hall, the two boys were getting
undressed for bed, stripping down to the white briefs in
which both 12-year-olds always slept.

"Hey, Brian?"

"Yeah, Tommy?"

"Can I ask you, like, a personal question?"

"Sure... I guess."

"Do you ever play around with your dick?"

"How do you mean?"

"You know how sometimes your dick gets stiff?" said Tommy.
He'd sometimes noticed his roommate's erection pushing out
the front of his underpants in the morning, as he got out
of bed.  "Do you ever stroke it with your fingers... and
make it feel good?"

The delicately-beautiful blond-haired boy thought for a few
moments.  "Sometime I kind of check it out when it gets
stiff.  Like when I'm lying in bed at night.  It feels a
little weird, but it's also kinda nice.  You mean like
that?"

"Yeah; like that.  But I just found out about a way to do
it that feels SUPER-nice... I mean like unbelievably good!
Want me to show you?  If you take down your underpants and
let me feel your dick, I think I can give you the feeling."

"I don't know, Tommy.  My parents say nobody's supposed to
touch my penis except the doctor when I go for a check-up."

"Want to watch me do it, then?"

"Well... I guess that would be ok."  Even though his
parents probably wouldn't approve, Brian felt a sudden
curiosity and a twinge of excitement as he watched his
roommate pull down his underpants and display his handsome
barely-pubescent penis.  Tommy's fingers began stroking it
gently, and it rose up within seconds to a perfectly-formed
4-inch [10cm] erection.

"Wow!" murmured Brian.  His own hand rubbed his crotch
without being directed by conscious thought.

"After you get a boner, you stroke it like this," said
Tommy, as two fingers and his thumb began gliding gently
and rhythmically along the shaft and the glans.  This was
the first time Tommy had masturbated himself since his
encounter with Mark, only an hour before, and he was
surprised at how accurately he could summon the feelings of
pleasure that the teacher's stroking fingers hand brought.
He gasped softly and his face contorted as the sexual
excitement quickly grew.

"What's it feeling like?" asked Brian.

"Oh, man!" said Tommy, as his hand stroked faster.  "It's
like... it's so.... Jeez, Brian; it's impossible to
describe... but it's such a great feeling!"

Brian's own penis was totally rigid inside his underpants.
As he watched his best friend masturbating, Brian slid his
fingers inside the waistband of his briefs.  As his
fingertips fondled the boyish boner, the sensation was
instantly more intense than he had ever experienced before.
In less than a minute, Brian had pulled his undies down to
mid-thigh and was moving his hand in imitation of his
roommate.  The two boys were now facing each other, jacking
away at erections that were quite similar in size and
equally beautiful in form.  The only differences in their
genitals were that Brian's ball-sack was more rounded, and
his crotch was devoid of any pubic hair.

The two friends couldn't keep their eyes from staring at
each other's handsome, sexy bodies, and both smiled broadly
as pleasure surged through them.

"Isn't this great, Brian!"

"Yeah!  I never knew I could do this!"

"Let's have a sword-fight our boners.  I bet it'll feel
really cool!"

The two friends moved their bodies close.  As each held his
own stiff penis in his fingers, they rubbed the circumcised
cock-heads together.  With big grins on their faces, they
gasped at the surge of pleasure they both experienced.

"Want to rub our entire penises together?"  This time it
was Brian taking the initiative.

"Sure!" said Tommy.

They removed their fingers, and each boy pushed his crotch
forward, wiggling the shafts of their youthful boners
together.

"This is so nice!" said Brian.  "Let's get our bodies
REALLY close!"  And without waiting for an answer, the
blond boy wrapped his arms around his friend and hugged
their bodies together.  Their faces pressed together, side
by side, and their hot panting breath tickled each other's
ears.  As the two young boys hugged tightly and humped each
other excitedly, it seemed to both as if they had just
invented this new way of pleasure.  Nobody had taught them;
it had been entirely natural.

"Want me to show you something even better?" said Tommy,
after several minutes of their naked bodies grinding.

"Sure!" said Brian, not entirely believing that anything
could feel as good as what they were now doing.

Tommy sank to his knees, his hands moving sensuously along
Brian's body as he slid down.  He looked briefly at his
friend's boy-boner, savoring the chance to examine it so
closely.  And then his mouth closed around it, and he moved
his lips and tongue on the stiff penis, just the way Mr.
Jenkins had done only a little while before.

"Oh, gosh!  Tommy!  Oh my gosh!"  Brian had never felt
anything like it before, as his body practically exploded
with erotic pleasure.

The dark-haired 12-year-old moved his lips rapidly up and
down, each time taking the entire slender shaft to the
hilt.  Hearing Brian's gasps of pleasure, and feeling the
trembling in the boy's legs, drove Tommy to suck the boyish
cock even more intensely, letting his tongue swirl all
around it.

"Yes, Tommy.  YES!  Keep going!  It feels so good!"
Brian's hips were now pumping in rhythms with his friend's
mouth, and his fingers were entwined through Tommy's hair.
"Oh, Tommy!  It feels so crazy!  It's like... AAAAGH!"

A dry orgasm surged through the young boy's body as he
threw his head back with his mouth open, as if in a silent
scream of ecstasy.  He quickly pulled Tommy's head away
from his spasming penis, as the overwhelming stimulation
became too intense.

"Oh jeez, Tommy!  When did you learn to do that?"

Tommy rose up from his knees and smiled.  "Can you keep a
secret?"

"Sure!"

"Mr. Jenkins did it to me... and he did other stuff too,
and it was INCREDIBLY good!"

Brian stood with a look of amazement on his face, not
saying a word.

"Maybe he would do it for you too... but you can't say that
I told you.  Go to his room sometime and ask to look at his
cool books.  That's how it started with me.  I bet that he
would do the cool sex stuff to you too."

"Really?  You think?"

"Maybe.  Give it a try tomorrow, after school lets out in
the afternoon....  But now, you gotta suck my boner just
like I sucked yours... OK?"

To be continued.
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