Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2018 16:51:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Darrell <lpwimsey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Learning from Mr. Green Part IV (Adult/Youth)

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Part IV

    After I was an adult I heard a lot about Catholic guilt and Jewish
guilt, but Good old fashioned Protestant guilt is right up there with
them. That night as I was lying in my bed I was consumed with guilt over
what I had done that morning with Mr. Green. I just knew that God was going
to strike me dead for being such a terrible sinner. But then I remembered
that I had taken the silk black boxers Mr. Green had given me to bed with
me. I brought them up to my face and rubbed them all over inhaling the
scent of the man which lingered there. Guilt or not, this was as good a
scent as any batch of home-made cookies. I needed to cope with the guilt,
keep my mouth shut about what had happened, and pray that God would keep it
from happening again.
     Well, when morning came and I was still alive, I decided that God
wasn't going to strike me dead, and that perhaps I should rethink the
incidents that had happened. I wanted it to happen again. That Sunday
morning I got dressed for church like the good minister's son I was and
walked to the church which was next door to our house. All during Sunday
school with the teacher trying to teach some lesson from a Bible story that
I had heard a million times, and trying to stay focused during my father's
boring sermon, was impossible. I kept remembering the feel of Mr. Green's
mouth sucking up my little hard cock and balls, his hot tongue licking my
asshole, almost able to taste his hot cum when he flooded my mouth with his
cock juice, and finally the shuddering climaxes he had helped me
experience. Church was deadly dull compared to all that.
    I surreptitiously looked around at the men in the congregation hoping
no one would notice I wasn't paying attention. I wondered what they had
under their pants. Would they be shocked to know that some little boy
coveted what lay hidden there? Probably, but would it matter once I had my
lips around their swollen cocks. I was learning from Mr. Green how to
please a man, and I wanted to please them all.
    Finally church was over, the fried chicken dinner consumed, and the day
of rest concluded. Monday would be school, and I no longer dreaded running
into Mr. Green in the hall or the restroom. I was his "boy" and I wanted to
do his bidding. It wouldn't matter where. So Monday morning I got up with
more excitement than usual and expectantly went off to school.
    Usually walking into my classroom and seeing that awful Mrs. Green
depressed me, but today I looked at her and smiled, knowing that a mere 48
hours ago I had been sucking her husband's cock, and she didn't know
anything about it. Or at least that's what I assumed. I sat down at my desk
and pulled out a book. Suddenly I felt Mrs. Green's presence hovering at my
shoulder. "You are to report to the Superintendent's office at 1030. I
don't know what for, but I was told to make sure you got there on
time. You'll miss English class, but you're so far ahead of everyone else
it probably won't matter. Don't forget now."
    "Oh, I won't forget," I said. "Am I in trouble?"
    "No, I don't think so. Mr. Green said something about some sort of
testing."  "OK. I'm glad I'm not in trouble," I said with what I hoped was
a sound of relief. "I won't forget."
    I was surprised that something was going to happen here in school when
I was supposed to be in class. But there was no way I would forget to head
to the office at 1030. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew it would be
wonderful. And it was.
    The morning dragged until it was 1030 and then I made my way up a
flight of stairs to the second floor where the Superintendent's office was
located. I gave a somewhat tentative knock on the door, which was opened at
once by a smiling Mr. Green. "Come in, my boy. We have work to do."
    The door shut and he locked it, "We don't want to be disturbed now, do
we?" I certainly didn't want to be disturbed while we were doing whatever
he had in mind. He was the teacher, and I was his eager student. I wanted
to learn whatever he could teach me.
    Mr. Green pulled me to him and bent down to give me one of those
amazing tongue kisses. Oh what those kisses did to me! My little cock
sprang into hardness as soon as I felt his tongue touch mine. At only eight
years old I had obviously never been in love, hardly knew what the word
meant, but I knew I loved Mr. Green and would do anything he
wanted. Anything to make his life better. I felt his big, gentle hands rub
down my back and onto my chubby ass. His squeezed my ass cheeks and moaned
as out lips and tongues still dueled. He pulled off and said, "I have to
see you naked." And with that he started unbuttoning my shirt and I kicked
off my shoes. I wanted to help. I wanted to be naked as quickly as
possible. He unfastened my pants and with one single pull, he had my pants
and my little white briefs down on the floor. I stepped out of them and
pushed them to one side.  My little hard cock stuck straight out and I was
silently begging him to touch it. I needed to feel his hands on my
nakedness. Mr. Green stood there for a few seconds just looking at me. I
thought I saw something in his eyes that I had not seen before. After I had
more experience and got older I would recognize that look as pure lust. He
said softly, "You are beautiful, my boy. I am going to love you like you've
never been loved before."  Mr Green unbuckled and unzipped his pants,
folded them neatly and put them on a nearby chair. He was always a very
neat, person so it seemed like a natural thing for him to do. I looked at
him standing there in his shiny silk white boxers, his man-cock making an
obscene bulge. I'm sure I had that same look in my eyes as I gazed at
him. I moved to him and my little hands grasped the sides of those boxers
and pulled down. His cock sprang up and hit me on the cheek. I kissed it
lovingly. He took hold of my hand and led me to a small couch he had in his
office. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I felt his hard cock under
my ass and marveled at how good it felt to sit there like that. After some
more deep kisses he had me get on my hands and knees with my ass toward
him. I felt his wonderful hands stroking my ass cheeks and those long
fingers rubbing my crack. I felt his warm breath as he brought his face
close to my ass. His hands pulled apart my ass cheeks and he put his face
down and started licking and tonguing my little virgin hole. I didn't want
to make any noise just in case someone was passing by outside his office,
but a moan of pleasure escaped. It felt so good.  He left my hole feeling
abandoned and then spit on my hole. One of his long, loving fingers started
rubbing and pushing against my hole. Soon I relaxed and I felt that finger
go into my ass. He pushed it in and out making me want to scream with
joy. After a while a second finger joined them and there was a bit of
initial discomfort, but I knew he would never hurt me. Soon there were
shivers going through my body every time he pushed those fingers in and
then pulled them slowly out.  I heard him murmur softly, "Now I think
you're really to be loved as a boy should be loved by a man." Somehow I
just knew he was going to put his man-cock up my virgin ass. I was a bit
scared I confess, but I loved Mr. Green and I wanted to please him more
than anything in the world. He conveniently had some sort of lotion at hand
and he generously anointed my little hole and his big cock knowing that
would make the meeting of the two more enjoyable.
    I felt his cock head touch my little hole, and I tensed up. "Relax, my
boy. You know I would never hurt you." He pushed his steely cock against my
hole and I gradually relaxed. I gasped as I felt his cock enter my
ass. There was no pain. A bit of discomfort that was quickly dispelled by
an ecstatic feeling of fullness. I was complete now. His cock deep inside
me was what I had been longing for even if I didn't know it. Mr. Green
allowed me to get used to the feel of his cock inside me, and then he
started slowly pulling out and pushing back in.
    "You, my boy," he said in a kind of hoarse whisper, "are being
fucked. Fucked. It's a great word. You were born to be fucked. I knew it
that first day I ran into you in the restroom. I am fucking you for the
first time. You are no longer a virgin."
    I moaned under his thrusts that were getting gradually harder and more
intense. "Oh, yes," I cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I had never used that
word before and had only vaguely known what it meant. Now I knew. I was
being fucked. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked often.
    Mr. Green was fucking me faster and faster. Suddenly I felt him tense
up and I could feel his cock inside me swell and throb. He grunted, and
muttered under his breath. I felt the cum shoot from his cock up my little
ass. No longer virgin. He collapsed on top of me. I loved feeling his much
larger body on top of me. I loved the feeling of his naked groin mashed up
against my naked ass. It was the perfect connection.
    He slowly got up pulling his shrinking cock out of my ass. I groaned at
the loss of his cock in me. I turned my head back to look at him, and said,
"Thank you."
    ======================
    It was not the last time Mr. Green fucked me, but it was the most
memorable. Mr. Green would only be at our school for two years. He was
asked to leave by the school board, fortunately not for anything having to
do with me. It seems that many people in our town were relieved that he was
gone, but I was bereft. What was a young boy to do if he wanted to be
fucked by men? It was time to be creative. I hope to share more adventures
of a town slut-boy in another series. Small towns are rife with sex - I
guess there's nothing else to do besides fuck. Tales of incest, man/man
love, and of course man/boy love abound. I hope to share some of them.
Sucking and fucking. It's what some of us were born to do.


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