Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 22:26:33 +0100
From: MICHAEL SOROS <bursa1994@gmx.com>
Subject: My Problem Chapter 8

Disclaimer: This story is entirely the fruit of my imagination. None of
these characters ever existed and the town will be found on no map. Read it
for pleasure.


*My Problem Chapter 8*

Walking to school on Monday after the Sports Shop.

The boy was delighted with himself after the afternoon he'd had. Up to this
point in his life Sundays meant nothing but boring - the clock just never
moved. Life in a small provincial town pre-internet and cable tv had little
to recommend it to any juvenile. Add in damp air from the river and a touch
of rain nearly every day and you could understand why the pubs were
full. But small town life had just got better! His few hours with Mr Durkan
had just flown and he was walking on air. The encounter had ended abruptly
as Mike had to get back for Sunday lunch - something which never bothered
him as potatoes and turnip were never a favourite of his. He was to start
work, permission forthcoming of course from his aunt. As if that was going
to be a problem. Work meant money so he'd be lucky to hang on to his place
at school. He would work one afternoon a week, Thursday and all day
Saturday. He wasn't exactly sure what the work would entail but he had a
fair idea. As long as he was around Mr Durkan he would work for nothing and
of course he was in his own little paradise.  Derek would be there too of
course and Mike's cousin would be working downstairs so he wouldn't be
alone with Mike. Derek was unknown to him but he let that thought rest.
 	He had a bag of underwear from Mike as part of his sponsorship
which he had every intention of trying on as soon as he hit his
bedroom. There were a few pairs of shorts thrown in too which he hadn't
tried on due to lack of time but he'd test them out too. Even thinking of
the shorts started to get him hard so he just thought of his grandmother
asleep on the chair by the fire with her teeth in a glass beside her and
that had a calming effect between his legs.

	In his new briefs the lad set off for school on a bright sunny
Monday morning. Sunny in his head only of course - damp and cloudy in the
real world but this was school time so sun would be wasted anyway. It never
shone in maths. He had put on a lovely pair of tight little white briefs
from his new collection and he was beginning to think that this may have
unintended consequences. His normal briefs were a problem as they only held
everything in check until lunchtime at most when they would be quite damp
from the pre-cum leaking out of his cock during classes. That had a lot to
do with sexual daydreaming and the fact that they were a size too small for
him anyway. The undies he was in now looked smashing on him in the mirror
this morning and he had experimented with them, pulling them up tight, then
down just above his cock for effect. He was turning himself on just looking
at himself and he had a sneaky feeling that these little tight undies
weren't the most practical for holding his cock in place or for soaking up
a leaky boy's penis. Not to worry though - he had a wank to look forward to
at lunchtime as per usual and he didn't have to worry about changing his
briefs anymore!

	Mondays at school were achingly dull. Actually they were near death
experiences. Nearly everyone was asleep or dozing until 11 o clock at the
best of times but double maths was just unfair.  His 'fuller figured'
friend Kevin didn't get the plot and was alive all the time - wired to the
moon. He hadn't met him since his first encounter with the doctor for his
medical last Friday. Was that only 3 days ago? Seemed like another lifetime
. He'd have to lie about what happened of course. Kevin had been examined
by the doctor from the other side of the table which is what he'd been lead
to believe would happen to him. Instead he'd been pleasantly and slowly
masturbated by the doctor in an effort to see how much spunk he was
producing at any one time. And by the most wonderful looking man he'd ever
seen - even more than Mr Durkan, and that was saying something. He had to
visit the doctor twice a week as part of some research or something for a
few minutes and he had no problems with that. He was passing the surgery on
the way home anyway but he'd have to ditch Kevin. They usually walked home
together but his desire for the doctor's hands was far greater than the
river of rubbish that flowed from his best friend's mouth at any one
time. It was at this point that he realised he may have a little problem
starting. His thoughts of the doctor had sent a signal to his rather long
cock to start pumping up while he was still walking on the street. The
briefs were only just containing it. The problem was that his school
trousers were much to tight on him. If they had been normal sized he would
be able to hide it better but his aunt never felt money spent on children
was a sensible investment and had refused to buy a new pair. Normally he
would have objected but he liked the feel of the tightness around his bum
all the time and the way it attracted the attention of some of the boys in
the school so he never complained. He'd have to see how the day went but it
would be a tragedy if he had to get a new second hand pair. When he looked
in the mirror this morning he liked what he saw. The outline of his new
briefs could be clearly seen through the thin grey material of his school
trousers. The old briefs cupped his bum cheeks beautifully but these new
undies from Mr Durkan's shop highlighted his bum even more and the elastic
was quite prominent.  What made this pair different was that the waist
elastic could be seen too. The undies only came about two thirds of the way
up his lovely little cheeks which was something he was very reluctant to
surrender even for the sake of propriety and decency. It was an all-boys
school so what was the problem?


	The only highlight of Mondays was his Mechanical Drawing classes
with Mr Bissett - one of the objects of his day to day schoolboy fantasy
world. Most of the boy's teachers were fairly run of the mill types - dull,
round, balding with glasses and the same jacket since the First World
War. But Mr Bissett was special. Different. Totally different in fact. He
was young for a start. He had no idea how old he was really but he had all
his own hair and his face looked fresh and healthy. He wasn't tall or very
muscular like coach but he was quite a good basketball and tennis player
he'd been told.  His most prominent asset was his butt. He felt almost
guilty thinking about it. He always wore short sweaters that stopped just
at the belt of his trousers. He was always well turned out. It was his
trousers which attracted the boy's attention the most. They were obviously
expensive and they covered the most beautiful bum he had seen in a long
time that wasn't in a pair of football shorts.  When he turned sideways to
get something off a shelf the lad's eyes would follow the curve of the
teacher's ass. It looked like a small shelf. Oftentimes the boy had thought
of his hand starting at the belt and slowly running over those full, hard
cheeks. He was rarely able to stand up in class and had to be careful. He
was hopeless at Mechanical Drawing as he was at every other subject but Mr
Bissett didn't seem to mind. He had a smile for the boy at all times and
gave him a lot of extra attention. In fact, the lad noticed that he'd been
getting quite a lot more attention these last few weeks but couldn't figure
out why.

 	He had a great seat at the front - once again complaining about his
eyesight so he could get an uninterrupted view of that ass when the teacher
was drawing on the board. He was abruptly moved from that favourable
position right to the back of the wood work room the classes were held
in. It made no sense at the time. He had been very disappointed making a
big thing about how he couldn't see anything on the board when he really
had lost his unfettered view of those golden globes which made the day
tolerable. However, after a few days he realised that there were advantages
to being at the bottom of the rather large woodwork room. The main
advantage was that he couldn't be seen by the other boys because the desks
were woodwork desks so quite wide and heavy. So wide in fact that the
distance between him and the desk in front meant that they couldn't talk to
one another. The desks were like this to enable the boys have plenty of
room to use saws, hammers and chisels without bumping into one another. Mr
Bissett walked around the room a lot examining the boys efforts - which is
all they were. For the last few lessons the boy had called the teacher over
to ask some rather inane question on a finer point of the width of a margin
and he had come over every time and stood beside him while answering
him. And the boy had become very excited from just the scent of the man
beside him. He had tried to secretly look down at the the man's zip to see
if he could make out a bulge but he was never successful. It looked fairly
normal to him. His best time in class was when Mr Bissett would be at the
bench in front of him examining the workmanship of the two boys. It was
then he'd had some of his finest views of the teachers arse.  What a sight!
He was mesmerised and quite blatantly just stared. He stared at the outline
of the underwear he was wearing which was so clearly seen through the
trousers. He wondered what they looked like, what colour, what fabric? He
knew that they would be expensive like all his clothes. He loved the way he
would bend over reaching to get a pen from the other side of the bench and
the boy would marvel at how the ass expanded in the trousers to fill up
every inch of material. There were classes where he just leaked constantly
from looking at that view and he had to walk out with his coat on and his
bag in front of his crotch. He hoped the teacher hadn't noticed.

	Well Mr Bissett had noticed the boy. He'd noticed him the very
first day he had entered the classroom over a year ago when he was only 12
and fresh out of primary school. He was a bit rough around the edges and
he'd heard a lot about his extended family from the other teachers in the
staff room and he felt a little bit sorry for him. But not for too long
however. He could be a bit of a distraction because he didn't seem to
notice that everyone could see he was flirting with the teacher - asking
the most obvious questions and getting him to come over and look at his
drawings.  Drawings was too polite a word for them. A 7 year old could
probably make a better stab at it but he let it go. He didn't want to upset
the boy and just went along with it, even moving him up to the front of the
class so at least he could keep an eye on him so he wouldn't be bullied. He
didn't mind keeping an eye on the boy actually. He was quite
something. Beautiful dark hair and very obvious eyes which followed Mr
Bissett around the classroom all during the class. He knew his ass was
being stared at all the time and he didn't mind it one bit. In fact he had
changed into these rather uncomfortable but tight trousers quite
deliberately before he had these lessons on Monday and Wednesday
afternoons. He knew he was doing something for the boy and it excited
him. He knew about the boy's problem from the other teachers. He learned
about that last year and the outline of that beautiful piece of meat was
obvious through the tight grey school uniform trousers. It was quite a
handful. But it was the boy's ass that really attracted the attentions of
the teacher. He couldn't get enough of that view but as much as he wanted
to keep sending him up to the board to write so he could get an eyeful he
had to be mindful - and he had promised coach - not to let the other boys
tease him about his problem too much. They always sniggered at him when he
had to move about the woodwork room because they could see the outline of a
very prominent boy cock. The boy didn't seem to either notice or care. He'd
noticed recently that he was getting an erection - ever such a small one -
when looking into the boy's face in front of him. Thankfully he was quite
small in that area so it wasn't really noticeable but he had to move him
down the back of the class just to keep him out of harms way.

	He had other reasons for moving him too. He knew his ass was
catching the lad's attention so he spent a lot of time with the boys in the
two large benches in front of the teenager. He took his time and made sure
that he bent over to examine their efforts. He liked teasing the boy, but
he had greater plans for James Joseph Duffy this afternoon. No one ever
called the boy by his full name.  James Joseph was far too formal and it
wasn't that sort of school. He was nick named JJ by the boys.  Mr Bissett
preferred JJ even though he should have been calling him Duffy as was the
custom in the school at the time. After one year of both teasing and being
teased by JJ he decided to see if Michael Durkan's advice would work this
afternoon. He wanted to feel that boy's beautiful ass. He wanted to hold it
and move his hands round it and feel the boy's underwear through that thin
grey material. He wanted to test JJ's skin and see if it was as soft as it
looked. He had very practiced hands and fingers and he wanted to test them
out on the lad today.
       Mr Bissett had a habit of using the time the boys were copying his
work from the blackboard to make modest pieces of furniture for sale in
charity auctions for the school. He was quite an accomplished amateur
cabinet maker. One benefit of making this furniture at the back of the
class was that he had plenty of time to examine JJ's lovely round bottom
encased in his prominent little undies. He'd heard all about the boy's
little fetish and it quite turned him on thinking about it. The teenager
had a habit of standing up behind his bench to copy his drawings instead of
sitting on the stools provided. Mr Bissett had no objections as he had a
full uninterrupted view of a teenager's full round bottom. He just had to
be careful not to injure himself with a chisel while drinking in the view.
JJ also had a habit of shifting his weight from hip to hip while bending
over pushing all his ass to one side of his thin trousers - something which
drove the teacher wild. He often wondered if JJ knew what he was doing -
boys don't normally like standing for so long. Who was he to complain?

       The building also housed the metalwork rooms and small theatre
downstairs. The woodwork rooms occupied the full first floor level with one
of the side walls given over completely to windows. From this window Mr
Bissett could see the whole school across the wide yard and car park. The
building was deliberately set far from the main school in case of fire - a
not unlikely event with some of the pupils enrolled in this school. One of
the benefits of this arrangement was that none of the teachers really
bothered to come across to see what was going on in the building but ran
like hell as soon as the bell rang for the final class - sometimes being
off the school grounds before the students had their coats on! From the
window the teacher could see anyone approaching the block as the woodwork
area was known. The doors downstairs locked behind each student as they
left for security purposes and it was not unknown for Mr Bissett to be
alone in the building for hours on end completing some piece of furniture
or other well into the late evening. He was always left alone. He intended
to use this to his advantage today.

	The class ended at 3.30 and the juniors were finished for the
day. The senior school across the yard finished at 4.10. That left 40
minutes when the woodwork room could be legitimately occupied without
anyone knowing or having to come over to lock it. This afternoon the
teacher had the class ready about 10 minutes before the bell was due to
ring so there would be no delay with them hanging about the classroom
fiddling about with bags and coats. He was a man on a mission.  He had
spoken with Michael Durkan the night before and had been filled in on the
man's engrossing activities in the sports shop the previous afternoon. What
a lucky man! However, the down side for him was that the boy was now out of
reach as he had been spoken for. However that didn't mean that he couldn't
take advantage of the situation or enjoy the presence of the boy and his
precious possessions all wrapped up in thin grey material. He knew the boy
wanted him. That had been clear from day one but he had done nothing about
it except tease him. He intended to do more than that today.

"JJ, could you stay behind with me this afternoon for a few minutes. I'll
need a hand with this new piece of furniture and I have some concerns about
your grasp of this part of the course. Leave your desk as it is. Don't put
anything away yet.  Is that ok with you?"  Mr Bissett had said this rather
quietly into the lad's ear while the class was noisily getting ready to
race out the door. He knew there would be no objection.  "Of course" he
said leaving his materials on the desk.

 	The teacher went to the top of the class, opened the door as soon
as the bell rang and was nearly flattened against the wall as 29 14 year
old boys raced out and down the stairs. He noticed that not one of them
looked over their shoulder to see who was left in the room. Mr Bissett, as
indeed all the teachers, had noted that out hero was generally avoided
outside school for the obvious reasons that no one wanted to be seen with
him lest they get a reputation. None of them could be sure what the
reputation would be but it did nothing for your social standing in a small
town if you were seen walking the streets with the school flirt, outline of
cock clearly visible and trousers practically painted on him. Plus the fact
that his family were no very high standing socially.  There was really only
his mate Kevin.

       As soon as the teacher heard the final door slam downstairs he
casually locked the door of the woodwork room, smiled and walked down the
length of the classroom and stood behind JJ. The boy hadn't moved but had
been doodling on his Mechanical Drawing sheet - the cartoon looking a lot
better than his efforts at drawing something in 3D. The boy stayed bent
over his board even though he knew the teacher was standing behind him. He
could feel his presence close to him. He could smell him even and his heart
started to beat faster and faster. It was at these times that his body
began to freeze. It always were rigid when the teacher passed him during
class anyway but the empty classroom, the silence, the ticking of the clock
all made for a rather strange atmosphere for the boy. He was just drawing a
circle going round and round and round. Then a hand came down slowly on his
and took the pencil out of it and laid it on the desk. He didn't move. He
didn't want to.  He just knew Mr Bissett was edging in closer and closer to
him. He wasn't sure but he thought that he could feel the teacher's hips
moving against his bum. Mr Bissett couldn't see it but the boy's face was
brightening up. He had been waiting for something like this to happen and
he wasn't going to mess it up.

"You have such beautiful small hips JJ. Did anyone ever tell you that?
Huh?" whispered the man as he leant over the boy and whispered softly into
his ear.

	Both his hands were now on the lad's 26 inch waist with his index
fingers moving up and down the hips and reaching into the top of the boy's
trousers. The lad never answered. He didn't know it but in this silence a
special friendship was being born.

       The teacher moved in tighter, pressing his hardening cock into the
boy's ample bottom. He had no interest in doing anything sexual with
him. That territory had been claimed by others but he did want to enjoy
what was so obviously and willingly on offer. He opened his hands and with
both palms open he softly ran them down the beautiful full cheeks of the
boy's bottom. They felt as good as they looked. Soft but at the same time
firm and deliciously smooth. He moved his palms in circles round and round
the teenager's bum. There was no movement from the boy, but he did hear a
slight moan as the lad's head dropped down closer to the desk. He was on
the right track alright. He moved his hands down a little lower on the
boy's full bum to where he could feel the outline of the boy's
underwear. They were tight. That was obvious. He'd been told that Mike had
given him a whole bag full the previous day. He ran his fingers seductively
up and down the length of the elastic, moving his fingers under the elastic
through the thin material. He was getting a bit too excited and had to
control himself. He only had 30 minutes left. No time at all. He released
the boy's bum and put his thumb and forefinger on the boy's earlobes and
started milking them like a cow's udders. A connection had been made. JJ
had his eyes closed and was getting redder and redder. Mr Bissett couldn't
see what was going on in the undies in the boy's trousers but he was glad
the boy had a link between his earlobes and his cock. Anything to tease
him. He kept up the slow massaging of JJ's ears but stopped when the boy
began pressing back into his own hard cock. He had no time for that now -
and he had no interest either. He only wanted to tease the boy. He had no
intention of letting him orgasm. If he couldn't have him he would tease him
just to make him uncomfortable. A mild form of sadism he knew but it was
part of a teacher's personality make up wasn't it?

The clock was ticking. He released Jay's earlobes and brought his hands
down to the boy's crotch.  Not rock hard but very, very full and leaking
like mad judging by the sticky wetness of his fingers. He ran his hand
along the length of it just the once out of curiosity. What a load to drag
about with you! Reaching slowly up he undid the clip at the waist of the
tight thin school trousers which should clearly have been dumped last
year. He pulled the zip down just a little. The boy's ass was so prominent
that the trousers didn't move one bit.

	 Mr Bissett wanted to feel how soft the boy's skin was. Was it
really like silk? He took out the school uniform shirt. The trousers still
didn't move. Feeling the soft smooth skin of the boys lower stomach the man
stopped when he reached the waistband of the lad's undies. The elastic was
somewhat stretched to accommodate such a thick piece of boy meat but he
didn't put his hand down to feel it. He had no interest in it. With just
his two forefingers he traced a line along the waistband of the tight
little white undies the boy had chosen specially for today until they met
around the back just where the two cheeks met. And yes, the skin was as
soft as anything he had ever felt! He moved his fingers around to the front
again soaking in the smoothness of the warm boy's skin. Imagine if he could
have access to all of it? It would be like having his own private landscape
to explore. But tick tock the moving clock! Dam! Just one more time for
good luck he moved his hands to the front of the boy's trousers and felt
along the waistband of the undies.  Beautiful!

He took both sides of the boy's trousers and closed the clip and the top of
the zip. He moved his two open hands round to the boy's bum just for one
last feel, adjusted his own erection and stood straight.

"You can stand up straight now JJ" he whispered to the boy.

 JJ's face was red now - and pulsing. Quickly glancing down to the front of
the boy's trousers he could see quite a large wet sticky patch that was
going to be very awkward for the lad to hide going home.  Well - not his
problem.

"If you liked that JJ, and you would like me to do it again, just put your
bag on the desk at the beginning of the class. I'll tell you to take it off
and put it on the floor. But I'll know that you're available ok?"

JJ looked directly into the teachers friendly eyes and nodded. His
breathing was returning to normal.  He'd been so excited by Mr Bissett's
roaming hands and fingers that he had forgotten to breathe properly in case
he took his hands out of this school trousers.

"Good boy. I'm glad you liked it. I think we can explore lots of avenues in
the 40 minutes we have twice a week before they close the school grounds
don't you think. But I do think you night bring some spare undies with you
on Wednesday. Looks like you're leaking badly there! Shocking!Also I'd like
to phone you some evenings at home if you don't mind.  I know you're on
your own on Wednesday evenings because your grandmother told me she plays
bingo with your aunt then. I have your number in the office. It'll be good
to talk. OK"

Mr Bissett gave JJ a gentle slap on the his bum and told him to tidy his
desk quickly as the final bell was going to ring. As he was escorting him
out of the class he put his arm around the boy's shoulder, stopped him at
the door and said:

"We'll be seeing a lot more of each other outside school too. I've been
appointed sports reporter for the County Newspaper so I'll be at every
football, rugby and cricket match in the district. I'll have to take a fair
few photos too so try to look nice for me on Sunday mornings won't you?"

"Of course Sir! You look after me and I'll look after you!" replied the boy
as he was going out the door of the classroom.

"And by the way Jay - be good to Derek when you go to work with Mike on
Thursdays. He needs the support I think. He's very big in the scouting
troupe here in the town did you know that?"

       JJ didn't know that. He knew nothing about the scouts in the town as
it involved having to buy a uniform so that was that out. There was a large
scouts hut down the other end of town but he'd never been down that
far. He'd forgotten that the Sports shop also sold all the scouting gear
and badges so he'd be meeting a lot of them at the shop. And Derek was big
into the scouts. Didn't look the type. He must ask him about it. Maybe they
had something in common then - Mr Bissett seemed to think so anyway.

       The teacher stood at the top of the stairs and watched that
fantastic round arse of the nearly 14 year old boy disappear down the
stairs and out into the yard just as the bell rang.  Something there to
brighten up two afternoons a week anyway. He wondered if he'd get away with
pulling the boy's earlobes as punishment for some discipline infraction.
Shouldn't be a problem - especially if it was going to sexually excite the
boy.  Worth exploring. His mind then went to Derek and his new position as
assistant Scout leader now that he'd turned 19. The new leader -
well....that's another story.

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