Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2019 05:44:38 -0500 From: Nifty Robert Subject: Mr. Fitzmorris Please make a contribution to Nifty so that we can all continue enjoying the stories here. All standard disclaimers apply. This is based on a true story from my middle school days.. I was lucky to attend a magnet middle school that offered a wide array of elective courses. In seventh grade, I chose to take photography. The hectic first day of classes was broken up by my stroll into the photo lab and finding my seat. Mr. James Fitzmnorris was a swarthy redhead in his late 50[s/early 60's with a slight paunch, and he had the brightest smile imaginable. He was a handsome Dad-type, and I was infatuated with him. There was something about him that stopped me in my tracks when I saw him, and it was difficult to focus on his opening lecture, because my mind was wandering into thoughts of what he might look like without a shirt on, or even what it must be like to see his swollen manhood. The semester went on, and I learned all about how to operate a camera, take photos, and develop them. Amidst the curriculum, I'd cultivated a flirtatious relationship with Mr. Fitzmorris, who returned the playful banter. There was one day when Mr. Fitzmorris showed a film about photographic techniques, and I was more than distracted. Being in seventh grade, I was a bundle of hormones and boners. With the lights down in the classroom, and the attention of my classmates focused on the screen, I decided to pull out my cock for a bit of a wank. We sat at drafting-style desks, so I had some level of cover for such covert masturbation. What I didn't count on was Mr. Fitzmorris walking up behind me while I had my young boycock in hand... He didn't address it directly, but remarked that he was glad to see that I had the lesson well in-hand, with that sort of naughty joking tone that made it clear he knew what was going on. I was both embarrassed and turned on at knowing he caught me. A week later, we were developing our film, and took turns going into the darkroom to use the equipment there. Mr. Fitzmorris was overseeing the process when he walked up to me and pulled me out of line and into the smaller darkroom. I'll never forget what he said as his opening salvo: "You think you're funny, don't you?" But it was the way he said it that belied his true intent. He was actively flirting with me, and I was lapping it up like a puppy. I blushed and said "Yes sir." as I grinned up at him. Having him all alone in the smaller darkroom was a rare treat, and I was determined to see how far this escapade could go. He stared at me appraisingly, and I tentatively reached out my young small hand to rub his belly. He took hold of my hand and moved it down to his crotch, and the growing member lurking beneath the denim and cotton briefs. I looked into his eyes as he looked down into mine -- there was no question I wanted what was happening, I just wasn't sure what exactly would follow. Mr. Fitzmorris removed my hand from his groin and I saw him unzip his Wranglers and fish out his long, slender uncut cock. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but he would shortly tell me to put it in my mouth. I was buzzing with excitement and more horny than I'd ever been. I leaned down and slowly took his Daddy cock into my young mouth, proud at having taken as much as I did. It was natural to bob up and down on it, and I heard him moan softly as my tongue rubbed across his sheathed head and my throat captured his girthsome shaft. He placed his hands behind my head, guiding me down onto him, and I was smitten. Like a duck to water, I took to sucking Mr. Fitzmorris' delicious cock. I felt his hips start to buck, and was working to make sure I didn't drool on his pants while I kept his dick in my eager mouth. He was moving in and out, and I could tell his breathing was getting jagged. I sucked for all I was worth, and soon he was fighting to keep from exclaiming as he swelled in my mouth and shot ropes of cum down my throat.It seemed as though it'd never end, and he had his hands on my shoulders, pulling me onto him as he reached his long-awaited climax. As his orgasm subsided, he let loose a low, rumbly chuckle. I was over the moon and in a state of bewilderment at what had just transpired. I gathered myself and stood up, wrapping my arms around my teacher and giving him the biggest hug. He returned it, and let his hand linger in my sandy-blonde hair. "Now, we can't tell anyone about this, you know." he said. Id never ruin our special moment by blabbing about it, especially since I hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time occurrence. It wouldn't be long before I learned that not only would it not be the last experience for us, but there was much more for us to explore together.