Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2020 21:44:57 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Canning at School (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M

Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
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                    Canning at School
                          By
                         Wolf

	My three mats and I had been playing tennis on the
grass courts located at the front of the private school.  We
were 13-years-olds and randy blokes.  This was my first year
being a day student and able to walk home from school.  Y
mat had to change clothes to catch the tram home.  They
had gone to the changing room to get out of their tennis
togs and put their school clothes on.  I had opted to stay on
the tennis courts to change my shorts.

	It was only going to take a second to slip the tennis
shorts off and get into other shorts on.

(in the UK schoolboys wear shorts until they are 14.)

	The change took place so quickly I assumed no one
would see me.  Wrong, Mr. Church our math teacher
opened the second-floor window and call down Mr. Books's
report to my office immediately!

	"Bolex" I knew instantly that I was in deep trouble.  I
walked into the building up the stairs to Mr. Church's office
door like a man headed to for h gallows.  I wrapped three
times on the door and waited for permission to enter.  The
wait was just added torture.

	"ENTER"

	I entered the office and braced myself, like a member
of the "Gold Stream Guards" and waited for what was
coming.

	Mr. Church demanded: "You knew better than to
change clothes in public!  Take off all of your clothes!"

I was small for a 13-yer-old.  My body was hairless below the
brown hair on top of my head.  My testes were no bigger
than they were at 12, but I did have an un-cut cock above
average.  My bum was hard and tight.  Enduring the of
embarrassment standing in front of a representative of
authority did little to prevent me from standing there with
my hands at my sides and my cock springing a boner.

	Mr. Church seamed tall to me, and I assume that he
was close to six-feet-tall.  He was about 50-years-old, with
closely trimmed black hair.  He didn't need glasses.  He
retrieved a thin cane and slapped the palm of his left hand
to get my attention.  I had endured this kind of punishment
many times and knew it was going to hurt for three days but
knew I could endure it,

	(Because boy ware shorts we were not caned in the
backs of our legs, but any area covered by clothes were fair
game).

	I was forced to stand there with my fingers laced
together and resting on top of my head.  The first blow of
the cane landed across the middle of my vulnerable
buttocks.  The pain was instant and real.  I bit my lower lip to
keep from crying out.  I knew that when it was over it would
be painful to sit down for three days.  I knew that I was in for
at least twenty minutes.  With every blow on my arse, my
dick bounced up and down.  When Mr. Church was satisfied
that my bum was red enough, he turned the car vertical so
that the following blows would land on my scrotum and
bunghole.  My willie was still a hard as a rock and bouncing
up and down with every blow.  He had laid on my back on
the desk to belt my nipples, cock, and balls.  The only thing
that was making it all endurable was the hope that when he
was finished caning that he would at least suck my cock.

	I had met an older man about a year ago and had
been enjoying sex with men for most of a year.  I was sure
that Mr. Church was getting off canning me because he was
sporting a big boner in his pants. The canning lasted a good
twenty minutes.

	At the conclusion of the canning. Mr. Church wrapped
his hand around my willie and masturbated me until I had
another hard-on before he leaned over like he was going to
inspect something. I felt his warm mouth take my willie to
the hilt.  At 13 I just had a small amount of pubic hair above
my penis.  Mr. Church didn't seem to notice.

	Ejaculation was a fairly new experience for me and
when I came in his mouth it was an earth-shattering
experience for me.  I didn't get to dwell on it long before Mr.
Church turned me over onto my belly.  My legs were draped
over the edge of the desk.  I feared that I was about to
receive another canning.

	I herd the zipper on his pants being pulled down, and
instantly understood what he was about to do.  I had had
men toy with the rosebud of my sphincter with their fingers,
but none had actually penetrated my bum with their penis.

	Mr. Church placed both hands on my bum and spread
my bum open.  When I felt the head press against me, I
pleaded for him to pull it out because it hurt too much.

	The sadistic fucker must have enjoyed my discomfort.
"Be quiet boy, you will learn to enjoy my member in your
arse soon enough.  The statement was confirmation that he
was planning on fucking me many more time turning the
school term.  He placed both hands on my shoulders and
with every thrust, he pulled me back towards him.  I lost
track of time as he fucked me.  I endured the pain until he
announced: "I'M CUMMIN."  When he withdrew, I felt a cold
rush of air on my bum.  When I tried to move there was a
sharp pain, so O lay there on my back.

	Mr. Church came around the desk and he took hold of
my underarms and pulled me across the desk until my head
was hanging over the desk.  I was looking up at him upside
down and his big cock was right in front of my face.  He
dangled his un-cut cock against my lips and told me: "open
your mouth boy and clean my willie.

	I opened my mouth and he stuffed hid thing into my
mouth.  I tasted his cum and the taste of my own flesh and I
smelled our body odors.  With my head bent back like that
he was able to deep throat me.  I couldn't breathe while his
dong was down my throat.  He was even able to deposit
another load of spunk in my mouth.

	I lay there recovering and contemplating my future.  I
knew I was going to be late getting home a lot and I was
going to be caned a lot this term.


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