Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2008 17:36:32 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: HE LOVED HIS TEACHER - Part 4 (M/b oral/anal) This story is fiction, depicting the relationship of a man and a young boy, including their sexual relationship. If you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are to leave. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com HE LOVED HIS TEACHER - Part 4 (M/b oral anal) Dear Chuck: Since I last wrote I have had to be careful to focus on my work. I told you that I'll still a teacher; actually, while I do teach from time to time, I'm an administrator now. But I still have the opportunity to see boys as I go from school to school. Though it's been over twenty years, I can truthfully say that no boy I have seen since is more beautiful than my Dillon was. I realize that one tends to romanticize the past, but I can remember him clearly. That pretty face and his amazing little body are burned into my memory forever. I believe it was a few days before Dillon could come over to my house again after the first time we shared sex together. I remember it was a Saturday, and he came in -- grinning as usual -- telling me his parents were gone all day long. I had to grin back at that news! I had begun to prepare my simple lunch, so I prepared a little more to share with my young friend. It was enough for me at the moment to be able to sit across the table from him and watch his sweet face, listen to his high little voice, and anticipate what might come next. "Hey, Mr. Richie," -- and he grinned as he used the nickname he'd made up -- "it was cool when we peed together last time. Did you like it, too?" I was a little surprised at the matter-of-fact way he brought up the subject, but then I remembered that in the classroom, too, Dillon spoke up without hesitation. "Yes, my little man, it was, indeed, cool!" He laughed. "I'm a little man?" "Yes, you are Dillon. And a very pretty one!" He giggled at the compliment. Then he became shy for a moment. "Mr. Richie... " He glanced up at me from behind his long lashes. "Um... I think you're pretty, too." He took a deep breath. "And I love you." Well. That was totally unexpexcted. In retrospect, of course, I should have seen it coming, but I hadn't. I made a mistake by hesitating for a moment, but I honestly didn't quite know what to say. At my hesitation, Dillon scooted his chair back from the table and ran from the room. I followed him into the living room and found him with his head in his hands. The poor boy was crying! "Here, here, Dillon," I said. I sat beside him on the couch and put my arm around him. He burrowed into my chest, but his tears continued. "Dillon, sweet boy... What is it, son?" "No! No no no, I'm not your son!" He gripped my sweater tightly, almost fiercely. "You can't love me if I'm a son I don't want to be that don't want to be I want to be want to be..." He was speaking so rapidly I could hardly understand him, and his words faded as his crying continued. I pulled him away so I could look him in the face, but he clung to me. I had no idea what to do. He finally released his hold on me, and I pulled away only enough that we could look at each other. He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Dillon, Dillon, my boy. What is it? Please, Dillon." He wasn't sobbing any longer, but the tears continued to flow down his cheeks. "Dillon, you know I love you. I'm sorry... You just took me by surprise there. Yes, you sweet boy. I love you." He threw his arms around me, but this time he wasn't crying. He hugged tightly. I stroked his soft hair. "Dillon, I love you. You're such a sweet, such a wonderful little boy. I love you. I couldn't love you more if you were my own son." He stiffened in my arms. "Dads don't always love their sons," he said. Moms don't, either." I pulled him away from me so we could look at each other again. My heart was heavy at his unhappiness, but I had a feeling I was taking on something I didn't really understand. "Tell me, Dillon," I said. I didn't know what else to say. So, he told me. He told me about parents who hadn't wanted a child, who were cruel enough to let him know that. He told me about parents who were always working so they could make more money to impress their friends. He told me about parents who were rarely at home because they were too busy working or socializing. And I felt the pain in every word. I didn't stop his recitaiton or ask questions. All I could do, when he finished, was pull him to myself again. I felt like weeping. "Oh, Dillon," I began softly. "Sweet boy. You are so very special. You are so smart, so friendly, so very beautiful..." There were tears in my eyes now, but I refused to let him see them. "I love you very much, Dillon. If your parents... if they don't... if they aren't around for you... Dillon, I'm here for you. I love you, honey. I love you." He was so quiet. He had fallen against me while I was speaking. I stroked his hair. "Dillon, I will love you in every way I can. I will never do anything to hurt you, to make you unhappy. I will always be here. You and I must be... a secret. But you must know that I'll always be here for you." He sat up slowly. "I wish... I wish you were my daddy," he said. "Honey, Dillon, I can't be your father. I can be your friend. Your friend who loves you." He kissed my cheek. That was it. I did let him see the tears then; I had no choice. I sat him on my knee and rubbing the trails of his tears from his cheeks. I kissed those soft cheeks. He could not know how I was shaking inside. I had told him the truth. I did love him. And I was frightened as I'd never been frightened before. Loving a boy. My own student. How could this possibly work? As it happened, he took charge of me. He led me by the hand into the bedroom. I watched him undress, and he knew I was watching his every move. I stopped him. "Dillon. Wait a minute. You must understand this. I don't love you because... because of what we do. Do you understand? I love you because of who you are. Do you understand?" He nodded and gave me a little smile, and he continued to undress until he was naked. "But we can still do it, can't we?" he asked. His voice hung in the air for half a moment, and then I swept him up into my arms and kissed him hard on the lips. "We certainly can!" And I stripped. We fell onto the bed, kissing and touching each other. Our tongues met slowly and softly. He lay his head on my chest and toyed with my chest hair. "I love you," he said. And I didn't hesitate a moment. Not a split second. "I love you, too, sweet Dillon." We lay there, relishing the warmth of each other's body. His breathing slowed, and I eventually realized the poor child had fallen asleep! I stroked his hair and let him sleep. And I slept, too. It was late in the afternoon when I felt him stirring at my side. It was time for him to get home before the evening babysitter arrived -- at least they had the sense not to leave him alone after dark! The next afternoon when he came over, he was bright and cheerful. We talked about sports for a little bit, then his favorite TV shows. We settled at the kitchen table to play a board game, but he sat next to me, not across from me. He kept touching me. Just brushing his hand over my arm. Laying his hand on my knee a moment. Resting his head against my side as he laughed at a mistake one of us made. It was as though he were reaching out to constantly reassure himself that I was still there. We lost interest in the game. "Honey, do you want to go to the bedroom?" He grinned. He nodded and was off the chair in an instant, pulling me by the hand down the hallway. "Heyyyyy, buddy..." I was laughing. "Slow down there! I'm coming! I'm coming!" He was a different boy on the way to the bedroom! We detoured into the bathroom first. "We got to pee first." He opened his shorts and pulled out his little pecker. He looked at me expectantly, so I joined him. I moved a bit so our streams crossed and splashed together, and he wound up giggling so much his pee finally sprayed as much on the rim and the floor as it did in the water. A mess I wouldn't mind cleaning up at all! He giggled when he finished and ran into the bedroom. He left his dicklet out of his shorts and laughed as he watched it bounce. So, I did the same! I didn't run. And I swayed more than bounce. But I was laughing with him. I undressed him as he stood on the bed. My beautiful boy. He was eager to get inside my shirt and play with my chest hair. We were soon naked, he standing on the bed and I standing on the floor. His soft arms went around my neck, and we kissed deeply. Well, as deep as I could go in such a small mouth! So sweet! A tasty little cave inside a sexy little boy. "What are we going to do?" he asked as he flopped back onto the bed. So matter-of-fact! "You're so sweet, my sweet Dillon, I just may eat you up!" He giggled and pulled just out of my reach. I laughed when I got my hand around his ankle and pulled him to me. It was just too tempting. I tickled his tummy, then his underarms. His giggles became louder and I knew to stop before it got out of hand. He was a bit breathless when he lay back again. "You going to eat me, huh?" he said, teasingly. He reached for his hard little two inches and wiggled it at me. Such eagerness from an eight-year-old. Eight going on twenty! "No, honey, I've already tasted that little treat," I grinned. "I'm going to eat something else." I could see his mind at work. Eat... what? underarms nipples bellybutton... I could almost hear the gears clicking! I laughed and reached for him, turning him quickly onto his belly. His smooth back and pert little boybutt were right there in front of me. "I'm hungry for this!" I said, and I put my face at the crack of his ass and blew a long, hard raspberry. He screeched! He tried to pull away, but I repeated it, and I was rewarded with a mixture of boy giggles and boy laughter. Of course, I had been treated with the scent of boy musk, too. I truly was hungry for him now. I calmed him down by stroking his back. He soon sighed and lay his head on his crossed arms. So beautiful. I let my strokes lenghten until they passed down over the mounds of flesh at his butt. A boy's bottom is so perfectly... boy! Soft and smooth. Round. Warm. I restricted my strokes to his butt now, and I leaned in to kiss him gently. He tensed for a moment, expecting another raspberry, but he sighed and relaxed as I covered his sweet bottom with kisses. Then I began to lick. There wasn't a pore on his boyass I didn't taste. I gradually moved my tongue closer to his crack. I expected him to tense again as I began to lick into it, but he was so relaxed he accepted it all. He sighed again. His scent was so heady I had to control myself. I think I truly wanted to eat him! I licked deep into his ass, and I pulled his cheeks apart. I was almost overwhelmed by his musk. Not unpleasant at all. Sharp, but as a piece of well-seasoned cheese. Tart, but as a fine fruity dessert. Smooth, as a vintage wine. But almost no vintage at all. Eight. Only eight. And I knew I was the first to taste him. My tongue reached down as far as it would go, and I moved it upward slightly. There it was. I had touched it with my finger. I had never tasted it before. And it was heavenly. I raised up slightly for a moment just to look. So pink. A darker pink circle of puckered skin, but still so smooth. And at the center, his entrance. His most private spot. I had already tasted him there. Now I wanted to eat him. He moaned with pleasure as I licked there again, but this time I left my tongue on his little hole, raking it up and down. His moans became louder. I lapped at his treasure-spot like a dog lapping at a bowl of water. I flattend my tongue to let the rough top of it brush over him, then the smooth underside of it caress him. He was squirming with pleasure now. "Ooooooo yesssss... ooooooo... ooooooo..." His music encouraged me. I pointed my tongue and pressed at the target. So tight! His tiny sphincter resisted, holding the treasure closed from me. I worked the tip of my tongue around the little hole slowly. Dillon was so relaxed now, I could hear his soft breath, and I stroked his back with one hand. "Yes, honey, relax. Just relax..." I returned to my feast. I don't know how long I ate at him. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. My tongue began to hurt from the effort, but if he felt me faltering he only pressed himself back at me. I finally pointed my tongue and shoved it at the doorway. And I felt it give. Slightly. So did he. He groaned loudly. "It's okay, baby. Tell me if you want me to stop, but..." "No no no no nooooo..." he said. I slowly pried at his little doorway. Now and then, as I pushed my tongue at him, I would also suck at that puckerhole. The tightness was beginning to loosen. His hot skin moved with my tongue now. And I finally felt the tip of it slide just past the lip of his hole. It was so overwhelming to realize I was actually inside him! Just barely, but enough that I could feel and taste him. The smoothness of the skin of his pucker gave way to an entirely different kind of smoothness, a velvety, silky tissue. It was the tissue of a boy who had never been tasted there before. It was a taste that no one had ever had before me. It was my boy, my Dillon. It was only when I raised up, exhausted, that he spoke. "Oh, that was soooo good! My poop hole? You were licking my poop hole?" I lay my finger on his wet hole. "There's nothing there now but sweetness, Dillon. My boy's sweetness." I moved my finger gently against his ring, and I felt it give a little. Then a little more. I don't know if he had intended to say anything else, but now he could only let out a long moan. I turned my finger around, massaging and relaxing his little boyring. I put a little more pressure into it... "Oooooo yesssss put it in me do it please put it innnn..." I did. Slowly, of course. I added more moisture from my mouth when necessary. I asked him once if I should stop. I had gotten my finger in to the first knuckle, and I suppose I had stretched him pretty tight. He insisted that I continue. I did, but only when I used the lube I kept in the drawer of the bedside table. He watched and was curious. I explained what it was and what I would do with it. I told him he would be very slick. He was trying to watch when I dribbled a few drops on him, and he jerked at the sensation. Then I got an idea. "You can rub it on if you want, honey." His eyes brightened. I took his hand and pointed his little forefinger, laying it at his pucker. I could hear him suck in his breath as he began to move his finger around. "Push in a little, Dillon" So very erotic. Watching my little boy fingerfuck himself for the very first time. Watching my sweet boy discover the warmth and sliky smoothness of his own little ass. He did it. He pushed his finger in to his second knuckle, then a little more. My little stud. He didn't need any encouragement to move that finger, either, and he moaned as he fingered his own asshole. "Wow." That was all he could say when he finally took his finger away. I immediately replaced it with mine, and I added a little more lube. His entrance was more flexible now, and I fingered him deeper than before. I spent a long time opening his little tunnel, enjoying his moans and watching the pink flesh grip my finger. I slowly added a second finger. How many eight-year-old boys are there who could take a second finger so quickly? He winced once but urged me on. I wondered about trying a third finger, then I couldn't resist. His most private of private places. And I was inside. My cock was throbbing. I wanted him. I wanted to fuck my little boy, my sweet Dillon. My fingers felt as though they were soaking up the heat from a fire! The silky smoothness was tantalizing me. I lubed my cock all the way down the shaft. Dillon looked back at me when I stopped fingering him, and he watched me. He had figured out why I was lubing my cock. I caught his eye. I could tell he was a little nervous. "If it hurts, honey, tell me. I'll stop. I promised you. Remember. I'll never hurt you." "You're going to put it in me, aren't you? Fuck me?" Of course, I told myself. Of course, he knows the word. Even the meaning. He's in the third grade and the smartest boy in the bunch. "Yes, Dillon. But for you and me, it will be making love. I want you to enjoy it, honey. Tell me if you want me to stop." Yes, he was nervous. He swallowed once, then he nodded. I was nervous, too. My cock is not the longest one in the world, and it's not the largest in girth, either. But I was big for this little boy. I pressed my wet cockhead to his tight ring. I wanted inside my boy so badly, but I didn't want him to hurt for a single moment. But I wanted... I needed to fuck him. My Dillon. I needed to slide my mancock into his little boypussy and fuck him... I pushed, and I could feel his puckhole at the tip of my cock. And then I could feel it open a bit! There are differences between fingers and a cock, but this tight boyhole was beginning to accept the real thing! I pressed, and the sensation of a tight ring of muscle sliding up over and around my cockhead was almost too much to take. My little man was almost strangling my dick! And I popped him open! "AWWWWW!" My heart jumped as he yelled at the invasion. "Oh, Dillon, oh, honey... It was my cockhead popping in. It's over now, that part. Hold still, honey. I'll pull out if you want..." "Oh NO no no don't stay stay pleeeease stay..." I held my cock in place and looked at it. Amazing. My cock no longer had a glans. It was nothing but a rock-hard shaft. The cockhead has completely disappeared inside my little lover. I groaned. I whispered, "I'll push in more, slowly, Dillon. Tell me if..." "Put it in," he hissed back at me. "Put it in more in more..." So I did. I slowly pressed inward, into the depths of this boytunnel that was virtually swallowing my cock. I groaned again as I felt the velvety walls slide by my cockhead as that tunnel was forced to accept its first cock. Its first fuck. My cock absorbed the heat of his little ass and only throbbed harder, but at the same time it felt almost as thought I were trying to slip it through a tight vise closed just a bit too much to accept it. I knew he was feeling each throb, each beat of my heart that fed my erection. I loved connecting with him this way. Until I could slide inward no farther. I was inside him. Completely. I stared at the place. I could see the dark pink ring partially hidden by my pubes. I couldn't see my cock at all. Inside... Oh, so hot there... "I'm going to fuck you now, honey." I could barely manage a whisper. He groaned, and I recognized it. It was his pleasure-sound, the sound I'd heard many times before as I sucked him, the sound I'd just heard when I was eating his boybutt. His groan lengthened as I began to fuck. I gasped aloud as I slowly began to pull my cock up. The tight glove of his boytunnel caressed my shaft and my cockhead with such smoothness! I was quivering inside, and I knew that movement was communicated to Dillon through my cock. His moans grew a little louder as I slowly descended into his depths again. Oh, the sweet pleasure of my boy's pussy! I was alive as I hadn't been alive for a long, long time. Fucking him slowly, up and down, it was all I could do to keep from weeping as the sensations sent waves of pleasure through my body. My cock felt impossibly huge inside him, and the sudden realization that my little virgin was a virgin no longer made me shudder with such love for him. I continued to move slowly, always aware that there was still the danger of hurting my lovely Dillon. His small form was spread beneath me, a little eight-year-old body invaded by a mancock, my own mancock. Then I realized that each time I began the downward motion, my boy was pressing back at me. He wanted my cock inside him just as deep as it could go! That realization made me increase the tempo of my fucks just a bit. He shoved into me! He loves my cock! He needs to be fucked! Oh my Dillon sweet boy lovely boyass yesss... I also realized that, somewhere with the movement of my cock, I was massaging his tiny prostate. I had found it with my finger, and I had been able to hear the increase in his pleasure then by his sounds. I was moving against it again, though I was unable to feel it with my dick as I had with my finger. His tiny boy-walnut was being massaged by a mancock for the first time in his life. I knew he couldn't understand the sudden huge increase in his own pleasure -- I would explain more to him later -- but at the moment, just knowing that the pleasure/pain was increasing in his beautiful little body was enough to increase it in my, too. "Ohh oooo oooo oooo oooo..." He was singing such beautiful music. And with each of his high notes of pleasure I increased the tempo a little more. I was fucking his little ass now as though it were that of a seasoned gayboy. Then I felt that tight ring through which my cock had been invading him become impossibly tighter, gripping my shaft suddenly, weakening a bit, then choking it again... Two voices now singing their ecstatic pleasure... Mine, his, yess... He was cumming! He was experiencing his dry cum while I fucked him, and I was feeling the reaction of his boybody as his dicklet throbbed in pleasure... I saw that he had the bedcover clenched in his little fists as I fucked clenched tight little fists fuck oh god love him fuck sweet fuck yessss oh god tight Diiiiilllllllon boypussy uuuuuu... My cock is... throbbing... know it's getting close... cockhead bigger fuck him yes fuck him fuck closer oh yesssss fill him with my seed.... I exploded! The pain inside my gut exploded into one of the greatest moments of pleasure I have ever know. I actually felt the heat of my cum rush upward to the tube inside my cock, then outward, into my cockhead, searing my pisshole, as it shot into the boy, flooding his young boypussy with manseed for the first time... Again... cumming into him still fucking him oh god shooting so hard... Again... AGAIN OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Then it was over. I fell to his side, helplessly weakened but still careful not to crush my little loveboy. My cock -- still hard! -- slipped wetly from his little butt. I lay there, panting. I felt as though I had gone to heaven and died there... My vision focused as I saw Dillon, still on his tummy, turn his head to face me. He moved closer. He kissed my shoulder. "I love you." His voice was so small I could hardly hear him. "I love you, my sweet Dillon." We lay there for a while. Only after I recovered a bit could I move back down to his boytreasure, to the entrance. I spread his cheeks with my fingers, and before it could all escape on its own I licked at his hole, sucking it all into my mouth, tasting my own cum and his boyjuices, feasting on the fruit of our shared sex. I loved him more than I knew I could ever love anyone. I'm sorry. My eyes are full as I write, and what I see on the screen is blurring. I must stop for a while. I will write again. Thank you for letting me share my memories. Sincerely, Mr. Richie ------------------------- Dear Mr. Richie: No, let me thank you. It is my privilege to read your wonderful memories. Please, yes, when you can, write again. Sincerely, Chuck