Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 10:54:02 +0000 From: Ben Mc Subject: my science teacher - part II "Summoned to the school chaplain" A week had passed since I had received my punishment from Mr Jenkins, then out of the blue I had been summoned to see the school chaplain Father O'Brien. I had never talked to Father O'Brien before and my only dealings with him were in the chapel during Holy Communion. He seemed a kind, gentle and softly spoken elderly man. So I made my way to school chapel on other side of school, and found the adjoining study where I thought I would find him. Before I could knock on the door he approached from one side and said in a friendly manner "You must be Ben". I wasn't sure how he recognised me but I replied "Yes sir, Ben Thompson, I was told to come and see you". He replied "Good boy, you didn't keep me waiting". I thought I was off to a good start as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the chapel. We walked straight through to the back of the chapel and into a small room on one side. Father O'Brien closed the door and then opened another door into a small study which he ushered me into shutting the door behind him. It was nice and warm in his room with a small gas heater. With pleasantries exchanged, he seemed very nice and I was put at ease. He offered me a cup of tea and I accepted. As he made the tea with a rather ancient kettle and teapot he then said "I have heard from Mr Jenkins about you breaking the school rules". My heart sank and I quietly said "Yes it is true sir". He didn't say anything for a few moments and I started to wonder what else Mr Jenkins might have told the Father. He gave me the cup of tea with a friendly smile and sat down on his battered old sofa "Come and sit here next to me" he said. I sat next to him and put my tea down on the small coffee table to let it cool down. Then he proceeded to give me long lecture about growing up as a young man and about how too many young people have no respect. He told me that God watches over us all and we must live our lives in the right way. He then asked me very directly "Is there anything you need to tell me ?". I said "I'm not sure Father", I wasn't certain what he wanted to know. "You know you can tell me anything in confidence, that's my job. Boys tell me all sorts of things, you would be amazed. But of course it stops with me, I would never break your confidence." There was an uncomfortable silence as he waited for me to speak further. Then he said "Did you think Mr Jenkins punishment was fair ?" I replied with a pause "...well I suppose so, I had broken the rules". Father O'Brien spoke again "And what was your punishment ?". Another lengthy pause as I found my voice "...he spanked me Father". "Well I am not really an advocate of corporal punishment, but sometimes it is necessary to make sure that the rules of the school are remembered at all times." He said. "And what happened after that...did Mr Jenkins punish you in any other way ?". I said nothing. "You know Ben, I meant what I said, you can tell me anything and it will go no further than these four walls." I looked at my cup of tea and still said nothing. Seeing this, Father O'Brien gave me my tea and it was actually very welcome as my mouth had gone very dry. After finishing my tea, as I leant back Father O'Brien put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. "There's nothing to be worried about young man." I realised that he wasn't going to let me leave the subject with me saying nothing at all. As I was thinking about this, he turned and said "You can whisper in my ear." So putting my hand on his chest I leaned up to the side of his face and told him very quietly about how Mr Jenkins had had his hands on my bottom. All the time Father O'Brien was asking "Oh and was there anything else ?". Then I told him how Mr Jenkins has put his fingers inside my bottom and then finally how he had put his willy inside my bottom or at least I thought that was what had happened but I wasn't totally sure. Father O'Brien listened very intently and when I had finished he said "Oh is that all, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You've done very well." Without letting me move he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. Now I felt more relaxed having been able to speak about what had happened. I had a tear in my eye which he noticed and wiped away with his finger. "Such lovely eyes and a cute little nose, you are the perfect package" he said. Then he started to talk to me again about the ways of the world and while he did this he gently moved my shoulders around so I was lying with my head in his lap on my back stretched along the sofa. I lay there with my eyes closed, nice and relaxed, half listening to what he was saying. His right hand ruffled through my thick blond hair and his left hand came to rest cupping my jaw and cheeks. His hand moved around my face gently feeling all over my face, rubbing my cheekbones, eyebrows, nose and ears. Slowly but surely I relaxed further still. His finger came to rest on my lips and gently ran in a circle around my mouth. Then the same finger rubbed my lips, pushing between my lips, probing my mouth. I took his finger in my mouth, wrapped it with my tongue and started sucking on his finger, gently at first, but then he moved his finger in and out of my mouth for a while. I sucked a bit harder pulling his finger in. His hand then moved down to my chest, and he caressed it for a short while. He slowly unpopped each button on my shirt one by one and slid his hand inside. His hand cupped my flat breasts in turn and his finger circled over each of my nipples making them hard. Then he ran his hand over flat tummy and felt my narrow waist, gently pinching and squeezing all over. His finger exploring my belly button. Eventually the lower his hand moved, the more he started to brush over my trousers, now and then his fingers slipping under the band. Perhaps he was testing me to see if I minded or not. I didn't mind and I didn't protest. My eyes were closed and I allowed him to do as he pleased. Finally his hand moved over the top of my trousers, squeezing and feeling, trying to find my now erect manhood. He found it quickly and said "hmm hardening nicely". He undid the trouser button and fly and then slowly his hand slid under the thick elastic band of my underpants. By now I was feeling both very relaxed and very excited. I was going to let Father O'Brien do whatever he wanted to do with me. His hand now slid all the way down my tummy to the base of my cock and started exploring, gently handling my balls and cock. He carried on talking to me about my behaviour and how I needed to improve, but he knew that I was a good boy that just needed a bit of encouragement now and then. We stayed in this position for a long time, with him chatting to me, but his hand still at rest inside my pants and gently fondling me. Occasionally he would slide his hand over my balls cupping them and then his fingers would probe further between my legs seeking and touching my buttonhole. Finally he leaned over me and with two hands, he lifted up my bottom and yanked down my trousers and pants quickly in one movement. Understanding that he wanted to undress me I immediately lifted my legs high in the air so he could pull everything off. He put my clothes on the end of the sofa. "Let's have a closer look at you" he said, and got me to stand up in front of him. I took off my shirt. He remained seated on the sofa and pulled me towards him onto the sofa. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me again so I was then astride his lap on my knees facing him. He ran his hands all over my body. He wrapped his hands around my bum cheeks and squeezed them gently, pulling me towards him further, so much so that I lost balance and was now leaning against with my tummy on his forehead. He started sucking my cock and then my balls and then back to my cock. I could hear him making slurping noises. His hands were still firmly holding my bottom in place but now his fingers were exploring my button hole. He stopped and looked up at me and told me to turn around and stand up. "Bend over and hold the coffee table" he said. As soon as I did, He was behind me, still sitting on the sofa, and his face was buried in my bottom. He started kissing and licking me, his tongue licking up and down between my cheeks, flicking at my button hole. Then he told me to turn around and get on my knees. He undid his trouser belt and dropped his trousers and pants. I knew what he wanted, it was only fair, it my turn now. He had quite hairy balls and a thick cock with no foreskin. On the end was a very pronounced red-purple mushroom. He smelt of stale sweat, but undeterred I carried on. I reached out to hold his cock in my hand and when I looked up I saw him looking very intently at me. I moved my face towards his cock, the smell was very strong. My other hand cupped his balls, and I touched his by now large mushroom headed purple monster with my lips. As I kissed it I looked up at him, he was almost smiling but had a look of concentration on his face. I kissed his cock again and then licked the mushroom shaped end all over like an ice cream. I ran my lips up and down the length of his shaft on both sides before finally opening my mouth to allow him inside. I tried not to scratch him with my teeth. I was able to swallow the large head inside my mouth and my lips closed around him about halfway down his shaft where it thickened a little. At this point my mouth was entirely full of his cock. He then put his hands on my head, one hand at the back of my head, the other ruffling through my hair. He started to rock backwards and forwards with stronger and stronger movements. My lips were being rubbed and pushed apart by the large purple mass. As his rhythm grew stronger I had to take shorter breaths, and with the sliding in and out came loud slurping noises as I struggled to find breath. Soon he was hitting the back of my throat causing me to almost gag. My eyes were now watering profusely. The Father then started making loud breathing noises and suddenly he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I looked up to watch his face which was contorted with pleasure. He was taking long heavy breaths now. With his hand still on my head he pushed my face back while his other hand furiously worked his cock. Then he came all over my face, I shut my eyes and closed my mouth, but it was too late, some of his cum was already in my mouth, I could taste it. He carried on pumping his old man seed on my young face, until finally he was finished. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't really see out of one eye but I could see strands of cum stretching between my face and his cock. He was still erect so I leaned forward again to suck him gently. My chin was dripping with his fluids. He leaned over me to reach for something behind the sofa. It was a camera. "Carry on" he said. So I kept sucking him while he looked down at me, taking some pictures from different angles. After a few more minutes he told me to go and clean myself up in the bathroom next door. When I came back in, nice and clean, he had already dressed. Before I had a chance to put my clothes back on he said "I'd like to take some more pictures". I obliged him by posing as he instructed. He took a lot of photos of me standing in various positions around his study, but then he took me into an adjoining room which had a bed. I didn't realise he actually lived there. As I lay on the bed in various positions he took a lot of close ups. Finally after I got dressed, he said "I'd like you to come back next week at the same time to review your progress. Oh and please come in your gym kit". "Yes Father" I said.