Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 03:13:14 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can I fuck you? 8

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During the week I didn't see Alec at all sexually and, while I nervously
waited for him to mention something, I heard nothing from Rob about oral
sex, though I saw both boys regularly in various states of undress when I
made my rounds to ensure boys are off to breakfast or ready for bed.  So
not surprisingly I thought about having sex with each of them almost every
day.

The reason Alec hadn't hit me up for sex was that it was the week of
mid-terms and the boys were all busy studying.  In Rob's case I wondered if
he had just been pulling Alec's chain and had not intention of 'using me'
for his blue balls.  Part of me hoped that was the case because I didn't
want to take the risk of having sex with another boy.  Though another part
of me, the one front and centre when I stuck my head in their room each
morning or night, wanted to see what Rob's cock was like hard and, he would
let me, swallow his load (which I guess would make me one of his
'bitches').

Because it was mid-terms, I cut students slack about lights out at 10pm so
they could study later if they so chose, though I still did my rounds to
make sure they were in their rooms (and to check them out as they changed
into their PJs or stripped to their underwear - about half of the boys,
more of the grade 10s, slept in their briefs).

The lines to see me after prep were longer as students had more questions.
With no direct distraction of sex (I still had the indirect distraction as
I thought about it constantly) I was better able to give students help with
their homework and studying which was good, it being mid-terms.

The lines were also longer because after the mid-terms it was a long
weekend.  Students have to sign out to a family member's house or the home
of another student providing the parents agree to supervise.  So part of my
responsibility for the grade 9 and 10 students in my care is to ensure that
there will be adult supervision and students are not just making up an
invitation to get off school grounds and get into trouble.  So far, as I
knew, no student has tried to pull such a stunt, but it still required some
work checking up.

On a typical weekend perhaps one-third of the boarders sign out.  On long
weekends virtually every boy signs out.  So it made the signing out and
verifying where they were going a little more time consuming.

In spite of my teaching during the day, my rather limited role in organized
sports after school and my supervising duties as master of the lower flat
making it a busy week, my blood pressure went back to normal.  While sex
with Alec (and the one time with Abbey) had been hot, I had to acknowledge
that I had been incredibly stressed that we would be caught all the while.
The stress was getting to me.  So I looked forward to relaxing on the long
weekend.

I was on duty all long weekends, as I was the newest member of faculty and
I lived in the school.  As there were inevitably few students at the
school, I was responsible for both flats with no help from prefects.  But
usually there was at most half a dozen boys and, as this was a long weekend
after mid-terms, I sort of expected there might be none.

When I got the final list I was satisfied it wouldn't be much work.  There
were only three students in for the weekend on the lower flat, Rob, Justin
and Liam, and only one on the upper flat, Clifford, and he was a prefect so
responsible.  Not that prefects don't get in trouble, they are 17 or 18
year old boys after all (which is the age boys illegally discover alcohol),
but they are chosen because they are deemed trustworthy by the senior
teachers and the red blazer tends to instil in them an awareness of what is
expected of them and they usually rise to the occasion.

Having said that, the day before the long weekend Abbey came to me to sign
out and made it clear he was staying at a day student's house, Brian, and
that Brian parent's wouldn't be home.  Why Abbey felt that necessary to
tell me the parents wouldn't be home I don't know.  I wouldn't have called
to check if the parents were home if he had lied and said there were going
to be there.  He is a prefect in grade 12 (I am only responsible for him
signing out along with the grade 9 and 10s because he is assigned to my
floor).  I guess he was testing me - daring me to say 'no' - knowing what
he had on me and testing my boundaries.

I had no energy to engage so I just signed the form and he smirked as he
left.

Because it was a long weekend, there is no food service.  So I had to leave
the school to get dinner.  When I did, I saw Abbey leaving the school and
getting in a car with Brian (so where he was staying was obviously true).
Behind the wheel was that mysterious boy I saw Abbey with at the game (who
I thought I recognized and was definitely not a student).  I hoped like
hell they didn't get in trouble.

While the bedtime for the lower flat is 10pm, students not checked out for
the weekend have to be on the flat by 7pm.  On the upper flat, the grade 12
students just have to be in by 11pm.

When I got back from dinner a little after 7, Rob, Justin and Liam were all
in the TV room, so I went to my room to watch TV.

At 8pm I decided to check on the boys just to be sure they hadn't slipped
back out.  Rob was still in the TV room.  He said he didn't know where the
other two went.  The two are roommates so I stuck my head in their room but
they weren't there.  In fact, they weren't on the flat at all, which was
against the rules and especially worrisome since they were only grade 9s.

I only had four boys in my charge for the weekend and I had already lost
two.

So I began to search the school.  Most of the school was locked up so there
were not that many places for them to be and I couldn't find them in any of
them.  I left the school to check the grounds and the park across the
street (where local kids hang out and smoke weed) and they weren't there
(which I didn't think they would be as they were only in grade 9 and I
thought them to be responsible kids).

I wasn't that worried.  I was sure wherever they had gone they would sneak
back onto the flat by 10pm when they knew I would be checking on them
again.  But I was now curious as to where they were, and what they could be
possibly doing.

Back in the school I went up and down the halls again, but for the life of
me couldn't think where they could be or what they could be up to.  I was
about to give up and go back upstairs and wait for when they snuck back
onto the flat before 10 when I heard a noise from the chapel.  I hadn't
thought about looking in the chapel when I had gone through the school
(students hate going to Chapel when it is required, why would they be in it
when they didn't have to be).

I listened at the door.  I couldn't make out what was being said but the
two voices were both high enough I knew it had to be younger boys, and
since all boys were signed out, it had to be Justin and Liam.

I opened the door just a crack but I couldn't see anyone.  The lights were
not on, except for the light over the altar, though the lights outside
streamed in through the stained glass windows so you could see the entire
chapel.

Quietly I opened the door and stepped inside and then waited to listen.
Neither boy was speaking though I could hear noises from one of the pews up
on the left.

As I approached I realized that the two boys were lying on a pew and the
noises were of them moving around, kissing and maybe sucking, though I
couldn't see over the pew to know who was doing what to whom.

I had guessed they might be fooling around when I saw them together in the
shower.  It seemed I was correct, if not then, they were certainly up to no
good tonight.  These boys were having some form of sex.

I slowly I began to back up to leave when Justin lifted his head up and
looked above the pew in my direction.

He must have heard me, even though I was trying to be quiet.

He froze and I froze and we stared at each other.

Liam then stuck his head up above the pew to see what Justin was looking
at.

I had a problem.  I could ignore boys doing something wrong, be it drugs or
sex if they didn't know I knew.  But they knew I had seen them which meant
I needed to act.

As a teacher I was obliged to make them stop, take them to my office, tell
them what they were doing (whatever it was, my guess was 69ing though may
be just heavy petting) was against school rules (though reassure them that
their feelings were natural) and write them up for having been off the flat
after 7pm (not for having sex).

In spite of my obligations, my cock now had taken over though and I moved
towards them to see what they were actually doing.

Neither boy moved, as they were frozen, probably terrified about what I
might do.

As I approached the pew I saw that they had in fact been 69ing.  Their
respective pants were pushed down their thighs and both of their hard cocks
were glistening in the dim with saliva.

Neither boy moved to pull up their pants; they just stared at me as I
approached.

I had stopped thinking about what I should do when I had begun to advance
towards them and I continued to just let my instinct drive me.

Glancing back and forth between these two boys crotches I compared their
cocks.  In the shower, black haired Justin's cock hung straight down over
his balls so I had assumed he would be bigger when hard than fair haired
Liam.  But this wasn't the case.  Liam's cock was bigger than his roommate,
maybe almost 5" compared to Justin's under 4".  Neither were particularly
thick (not as thick as Alec and definitely not as thick at Abbey), but
Liam's was going to be huge one day and he was definitely a grower whereas
Justin was the shower.

Each boy just stared at me as I walked up to them, making no move to hide
themselves, turning in the pew to follow me with their eyes and then their
bodies as they sat up when I approached.  I entered the pew and came to
stop in between them.  They just stared up at me, their pants and underwear
pushed down to their thighs, while I continued to stare, looking back and
forth, at these two boys' hard cocks.

Instinctually I dropped to my knees I then closed my mouth around Liam's
cock.

I gave no thought as to that this was wrong because of my age or because I
was a teacher or because these boys might have feelings for each other and
even been in a relationship.  I just saw those cocks and I wanted to suck
one and the one I wanted was the bigger one.

I was not just a slut and cock hound, I seemed to be a size queen (though
at less than 5" it wasn't about bigger, it was about big enough).  I just
had to have that adult size cock that was in front of me in my mouth, even
if it was on a 13 year old boy.

I began to move my head up and down on Liam's cock.

The chapel was so quiet you could hear the sound of my sucking.  Before
long you could hear more sucking.  Justin had moved to stand on the pew
next to us so Liam could resume sucking his cock.

Before long Justin let out a moan and I knew he was cumming in Liam's mouth
above me.  That made me suck harder on this 13 year old's cock and even
before Justin stopped moaning little Liam was shooting his load into my
mouth.

For someone so young it was an impressive load.  Nothing like Alec, but
still impressive and surprisingly sweet (the boy must like candy).

I kept sucking until after he had shot his last drop into my mouth and then
lifted my head out of his lap.

Without saying anything, Justin stepped down from where he was standing on
the pew and pulled up and did up his pants.  I moved slightly so Liam could
stand and get by me and he did up his pants too.  Both boys quietly stepped
out of the pew and walked out of the chapel, leaving me still kneeling
there.

Looking around me at the stained glass with all of the religious
iconography and at the altar with the cross behind me it began to sink in
what I had just done, with whom and where.  I was definitely going to Hell.

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