Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 10:48:09 BST From: John Stevens Subject: PETER'S PRIZE POSSESSION P E T E R ' S P R I Z E P O S S E S S I O N by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b (mast/oral) WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a fully consenting man and a younger boy and is for entertainment purposes only. If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please leave now, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind and want to learn something about adolescent sexuality. No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was hurt in any way: may people who hurt boys rot in hell! "To the pure, all things are puer" This story is pure and total fiction: any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, or yet to be born is purely coincidental. This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I can write an arousing story! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The first time I saw "Peter's Prize Possession" as I came to think of it, was the night I first did evening duty at Woodlands Court a small prep-school in the middle of nowhere. Peter Hill was recently 12 and very good-looking: little did I think when I admired him around the school, that inside his clothes, he had the biggest cock I've ever seen on a boy his age - or a lot older! That first evening duty, I was wandering about, supervising the seniors as they went to bed. Peter was undressing in his dormitory and, like all the other boys, was not at all shy. His bed was nearest to the door and when I arrived, he was part way through undressing: quite unconcerned about me, he took off his trousers, showing that he was wearing a very fetching pair of white underpants that bulged quite considerably. I had presumed he would find his pyjamas next but after noticing me and greeting me in a very friendly manner, he grasped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Stooping down, he slipped them off and after placing them on his chair, stood up fully once more. What a sight! During my career, I've seen hundreds of naked boys in dormitories, changing rooms or at the pool but as I now saw, no-one had been as well equipped as Peter was. I tried not to react to this amazing spectacle as he reached for his pyjamas and started to pull them on. However, he did give a grin as I turned to go - knowing little sod aren't you? I thought as I wandered into the next dormitory. I estimate that Peter's cock was at least four inches long in its flaccid state and fat in proportion as well: I had also noticed that the base of this fine specimen was decorated with two fluffy curls of shiny black pubic hair but his balls, in as far as I had seen them in the brief view of his equipment I'd been given, looked quite small. As I then wandered round the other dormitories, I saw several more naked boys, mostly rather attractive, several boys very desirable, but Peter and his massive cock were on my mind as I tried to do my job! Over the next few weeks, I was able to inspect his young slim body (along with those of my other pupils) quite frequently. As I've said, none of them were as shy as most boys at my last school and were usually quite happy to chat with me when naked in the changing rooms or dormitories. If Peter's cock was impressive when flaccid, the first time I saw it erect almost made my heart stop! During the last week of my first term, I was doing my usual Thursday afternoon duty in the changing room after games. Gradually, the number of boys thinned out and soon, just two were left: Mark Hadley (the most beautiful boy in the school) was chatting with me as he dressed, Peter still in the showers. Turning to him, I discovered that he had his back to me, he quite lost in what he was so obviously doing - wanking was the order of the day it seemed. Reaching in, I turned off the water as I ordered, "Come on out of there young man!" He turned to me, grinning sheepishly but finding the whole thing rather amusing. But as I tried to smile back, I nearly collapsed. His fully erect cock was sticking out from his slim body, almost hungrily pointing at me - big wasn't the word! Playfully, Peter grasped it, bent it downwards and let it go so that it slapped back against his wet body. "And what do you think you're doing Peter?" I asked, trying to sound calm as I handed him his towel. "Nothing much sir!" he smirked at me as he started to dry himself. After telling Mark to hurry up and go, I turned back to Peter, trying to chat to him as he dried himself, but of course watching his graceful movements as he did so. More than that, I was almost mesmerised by his penis - it was gradually losing its hardness, now bobbing about in front of him most erotically, a boy-cock I really wanted to get my hand or mouth round! Of course, he soon noticed my glances and finally, he dropped his towel, arched his back and wiggled his hips at me. "What are you looking at sir? This!" Happily for me, he was not at all worried by what was going on. "Well ... suppose so!" I stuttered, "You're a big boy you know Peter!" After a term teaching him, I knew him quite well, discovering that he was a very physical boy, usually quite happy for bodily contact with me and better still, more than friendly towards me, having realised very early on in our relationship, that I rather liked him! Now, the way he was looking at me suggested he wanted one thing only so moving even closer I looked deeply into his eyes, his slight nod answering my silent question. So, I reached down and grasped his half-hard cock, amazed at how hot it felt in that state. Quite fantastic really - never had I handled a cock as big as this on a boy under 16! As I gave a gentle squeeze, Peter sucked in his breath, his cock suddenly regained its full stiffness so all I could do was to start to move my hand up & down his massive penis, sliding his foreskin to & fro over his bulging purple tip. I don't know how it felt to him, but I was overwhelmed! "Go on then sir!" he almost shyly whispered, "You can wank me off if you want to!" "Are you sure?" I asked - he nodded, obviously so worked up by what he had been doing to be in need of a wank. I was happy to do so and in a way, we both knew we were safe where we were, the only door to the changing rooms was now closed and it creaked alarmingly when opened - we would easily hear any intruders before they had caught us at it. "Great! Let's have some fun shall we Peter!" I moved slightly and slid my arm round his lovely slim body. Pulling him closer, I started to wank a bit more seriously. "There, that's nice isn't it?" "Yeah ... don't stop!" He muttered as he almost leaned against me, desperate to release his growing tension with an orgasm. So, all I could do was to toss him a bit more seriously, gradually getting faster as I slid his soft foreskin to & fro over the sensitive tip of his massive cock. Despite how big he was, he had very little pubic hair - his balls were quite small, so I felt I could ask, "Do you spunk up much Peter?" "Depends! An' I want to now ... do me faster!" He sounded quite desperate so I did as asked, wanking him vigorously as I tried to bring him off, staring down at his monster cock as I tossed away. I was still almost unable to believe I was doing it for Peter, the best hung prep-schoolboy I've ever played with! Of course, given the situation, I was as keen as he that he should come as quickly as possible - I was equally keen to discover just what his little balls could produce when he spunked up! Of course, as he had started it all in the shower, Peter was already quite aroused and it didn't take him long. Suddenly, he gave a deep grunt - his cock jerked in my hand - from it there shot a thin spray of boy-sperm - hot, white creamy juice that arched up and fell almost in slow motion to the floor. A few more spurts of white cream, the throbs in his wonderful dick rapidly dying away so that the last droplets merely oozed out, slid warmly over my fingers and fell to the floor. Peter was really enjoying it, panting noisily as I milked out all that he had, his reactions showed that well enough. His now rather wet cock felt wonderful to hold but what's more important, I was very happy that I had been able to bring him to such a climax - he may have done most of the work but he really enjoyed being finished off by my skilled fingers! "Mmmm! That was great!" he eventually muttered, pushing my hand from his cock. "Very nice! That was really good wasn't it Peter?" I pressed his cock against his belly and moved it about as he enjoyed those last seconds of his erotic pleasure. "Yeah! Fucking great!" His orgasm over, his penis now began to soften a little in my hand, Peter pushing me away as he moved. "I'd better go sir!" he told me as he wriggled out of embrace. "Ok Peter ... that was really nice though ... thanks for letting toss you off ... really great!!" As he grinned happily at me, I added, "We must do it again one day ... what about it?" Nodding enthusiastically, he reached for his clothes, "Of course sir ... next term?" "Whenever you're in the mood for it Peter!" I could hardly wait that long but knew I had to! "Ok ... great idea!" he told me, obviously as keen as I was for a repeat performance. With his vest on, he indicated his now quite flaccid cock, hanging proudly between his legs. "It really needed that!" he giggled as he grabbed his pants and sat down so that he could pull them on. Leaning back slightly, he organised his cock inside them, grinning at me when he saw me watching closely - the bulge looked even more exciting than ever! Not knowing what to say I indicated the pools of sperm as it lay on the floor. "You shot a quite a bit Peter ... mustn't let anyone slip on it!" I rubbed my foot over it, spreading the stuff around - bit of a waste, but I was already promising myself that next time I played with his beautiful cock, I was going to suck the hot boy-sperm from it. Peter shrugged his shoulders as he pulled on the rest of his things and when he was fully dressed, I made some further inane comment as I waited to escort him from the changing- room. After a final whispered, "Thanks again sir, that was a great wank an' I really needed it as well!" he was soon ready to go, his final smile showing how willing he was going to be for a repeat performance. = = = = = = = Peter kept his word and in the very first week of the new term I was privileged once more to play with his fantastic penis. It happened very much as on the last occasion though this time, he had already asked me earlier in the week if I wanted to do it to him again! That day, he had raised his eyebrows knowingly at me whilst changing before games: I had nodded my agreement to his obvious request and so, later that afternoon, I was in no hurry to encourage him to hurry his shower, keen to wait for the rest of his school-friends to leave the changing room. It was fun enough watching him washing under the spray, Peter doing it thoroughly to start with, but then simply wasting time as I did my best to clear the place of other boys - desirable as many of them were! Finally, when only two boys were left, I summoned Peter from the shower - he had already given himself a few slow rubs and his dick was no longer hanging straight down between his well-built legs. What's more, I was sure it had grown a little over the holiday! Whispering to him to wait, I hurried up the other boys and as Peter dried himself, they eventually scampered off, leaving me alone with my favourite pupil. Even so, he had managed to pull his pants on before I turned back to him. "Come on then sir," he muttered, "Do you wanna toss me off again? It was great last time!" He stood up and pulled his pants down slightly, wiggling his cock at me as I moved closer. "Course I will Peter!" I told him as I reached down for his flaccid cock. It was fantastic to play with Peter's Prize Possession, but to start with, as I fondled it, nothing much happened until, all of a sudden, it went rigidly stiff! "That's nice ... really nice Peter!" I told him as he leaned up against the wall, ready for his wank. "Mmmm ... go on ... do it for me!" He relaxed against me as I slid an arm round his very warm naked body. "Great ... let's see how much this lovely big thing can shoot today!" It was the first time I had ever made a direct comment about his size at which, Peter grinned ruefully. "Am I all that big then sir?" He knew he was the biggest in the school and I guessed that had been true for several years but nevertheless, I felt he didn't really understand how well-hung he was. "Course you are Peter ... this is really big you know," I gave a firm squeeze as I settled down to wank him, "Big an' sexy, just right for wanking!" He nodded, satisfied with my words but already losing himself in the physical pleasure I was giving him. Thoughts of sucking him off had to be forgotten as he obviously just needed a quick wank and so, that was what he was going to get! As he snuggled up against me, he grinned, "This is great ... really sexy! I haven't done it since we came back to school," (the previous Monday), "An' I'm really in the mood for it now!" He smirked up at me, "Do you like wanking me then sir?" "Of course I do Peter ... if you like it, then I like doing it for you!" I told him, not pausing as my fist moved up & down his wonderful cock. However, I knew we had to be quick: if I could have taken him up to my room we could have taken our time but down here, no way! Both of us would be very annoyed if I'd had to stop before he shot his cream all over the floor. His reactions showed how aroused he quickly was, Peter almost slumping against me as his breathing became jerkier, giving an occasional grunt of pleasure as my hand worked away on him. To my own delight, I soon felt his dick go even harder and then, without warning, it began to throb strongly. Peter's orgasm was perhaps stronger than previously and as I stared down at his spasming cock, I saw it spitting out his warm juice - some considerable way in front of his heaving body. As he moaned quietly, more of that wonderful liquid shot out, Peter producing much more than the last time I had wanked him - very impressive! There was a long white line of sperm on the floor - quite a waste of boy-spunk as Peter should really have been squirting it into my mouth! Slowing right down but not stopping, I was determined to milk out all he had, the final droplets stickily oozing out over my fingers. Then, holding his cock still I flicked my wrist and made those last dribbles fall to the floor, a white sticky thread hanging from the tip of his penis. It looked lovely and I was pleased with what I had done. "There ... what a lot of hot spunk Peter! Was that a good wank? You enjoyed that didn't you?" His screwed up face was my answer, Peter managing to mutter, "Fucking great ... better than last time!" He managed a smile, "You really wank me good you know ... thanks!" He had certainly enjoyed what I had done so, happy with that, I simply held his cock still, relishing its warm hardness as well as its size, waiting for him to recover from what had clearly been a very enjoyable experience. Fun as it had been, I wanted to do him again, straight away if possible, but I knew there wasn't really the chance to do so, even if he was still in the mood. Nevertheless, I asked, "It's still hard ... does it need another go then Peter? Shall I? "Yeah!" he muttered, "Not here though!" Good boy I thought. "Great! Where shall we go then?" "What about your flat sir?" He was almost desperate and of course, his cock was as stiff as ever, so what could I do but nod my assent? "Well ... if we're careful we might get away with it." He nodded, "Ok ... get dressed and we'll see what we can do!" I wanted to get him on my bed as much as he wanted a second wank, but it wasn't going to be easy! Peter eased himself away from me, giggling when he saw the mess he had made on the floor. "Better clean that up sir ... you made me shoot a lot," he told me as he reached down to pull his pants up, "Someone might see!" It was a fantastic sight - as was the bulge his half-hard cock now made in his white underpants! Looking back to the white mess, I had an idea - nearby was a mop in its bucket so I reached for it and started to slop it about on the floor, causing Peter to giggle in a very girlish manner. "I didn't shoot that much sir!" "Oh yes you did!" As he pulled his shirt on and before he could move, I gently grasped the front of his pants, "An' I hope there's more in your balls for when we get upstairs!" He nodded, "Yeah! But let me get dressed!" I released him and allowed him to do so, Peter pulling on his things rapidly so keen was he for more fun. Dressed, he ordered, "Come on then sir, let's go up to your room ... you gotta do it again ... I'm really in the mood for it today!" "All right then ... tell you what ... I'll go on up by the main stairs, an' you can go up to your dorm by the back stairs ... if no-one's about up there, you can sneak along to my flat. Ok?" He agreed, so we left the changing room and went our separate ways up to the first floor. Most of the dormitories where there as was my small flat, luckily in a rather isolated area. In all probability Peter would be able to get up there without being seen, in fact, I realised that the only real danger was from the two matrons who would certainly be having tea in the staff-room. Looking down the corridor, I saw Peter and beckoning him, he came along, looking round cautiously as he followed me round to my rooms. "That was easy!" he told me as I let him in, "No one saw us I'm sure sir!" "Good ... no problem really!" I was not quite as happy as he sounded but with a boy like Peter, one had to take slight chances! "Now," I went over to my desk and switched my computer on, "If anyone does disturb us, you can always pretend to be playing with it!" He nodded so I added, "Well? Are you still in the mood Peter?" Grinning wickedly, he wrinkled his nose as he stuck out his hips and slowly pulled down his zip. "Course I am!" He slid his hand in and I guessed he was going to pull his cock out. However, I managed to grasp his wrist and stop him doing so! "Not here ... come on into the bedroom. He nodded and quickly followed me through: standing by the bed I simply reached down and started to undo his trousers. I would have liked to have stripped him quite naked, but I felt that that might be too dangerous. "Better not take off too much Peter, just in case. Make sure you get dressed quickly if someone knocks at the door!" He was more nervous of that than I was! "Yeah! I don't wanna get caught!" "Good boy!" I had slid my hand into his trousers so that I could massage the front of his exceptionally well filled pants, already able to feel signs of arousal under the thin layer of cotton. "That's nice ... lift your shirt and jersey up ... that's better!" As he did so, I grasped his pants and tugged them down, freeing his cock again. It wasn't quite hard yet but it stood up rapidly in front of my eyes, I still couldn't get used to how big it was and I needed my camera - as well as a ruler! As his pants snapped back under his balls, I grasped him once more as I told him, "There, that's nice Peter ... let me see how sexy I can make it feel for you!" Rather than use the bed, I sat down on the arm chair and pulled my very willing pupil onto my lap, Peter settling down happily and snuggling into my embrace as I started - for the third time ever - to masturbate his prize possession. It felt great to me but as my hand moved up & down his firm shaft, I asked, "Well then Peter ... do you like me wanking you like this?" "Course! It's just great!" He grinned happily, "I just love being wanked off!" His admission of other experiences of mutual masturbation (presumably with other boys) made him blush slightly so I tried to re-assure him. "Course you do Peter ... all boys love being tossed off ... I used to do it a lot with my friends when I was your age! Who do you do it with then?" He shrugged, "One or two boys in my form or dormitory, but mostly with Mark Hadley although it's a bit messy sometimes when we do it in bed!" "Well, that doesn't matter," I told him as I tossed away on his fantastic dick, "As long as you both enjoy doing it! Wanking's fun isn't it Peter?" "Yeah! An' you do it really sexily sir ... better than him!" He relaxed even more against me as I worked away, abandoning himself to what I was doing and now very worked up, obviously ready for his next spunking of the afternoon. As I tossed him, I was torn between two desires: should I simply carry on like that, wonderful as it was? or should I suggest some fellatio? I really wanted do that for him, to taste his sperm as he spunked up and I wondered it if was part of his repertoire of sexy games with Mark or other boys. It didn't matter really as long as he enjoyed himself - how much would he produce this time? Somehow, wanking seemed best for the moment so I concentrated on that, trying my hardest to make it as exciting as I could for him, but of course, at the same time, enjoying myself to the full, privileged I felt to be wanking so big a cock on so handsome and desirable a boy as Peter! His breathing deepened as his hips began to push his cock up into my fist. His eyes were tightly closed and he was quickly far away in his rapidly rising erotic tension. So staring down at his cock I waited for it to start to spit his warm cream - it didn't take much longer. With a half stifled grunt, his body jerked on my lap as his cock stared to throb. From it there shot a surprisingly thick jet of sperm, which, given the way he was slumped on my lap, went straight up into the air then falling onto his very tense belly. As I worked away on him, now in short sharp jerks, I milked out more & more hot white cream, each spasm in his cock accompanied by a groan of pleasure, music to my ears and I was more than pleased with what I had been able to do for him. Finally, some slippery hot dribbles of spunk oozed from his dick and slid over my fingers to fall to his glabrous body: all things considered, it was a really messy orgasm for his second of the day and I could hardy believe that his tiny looking balls could produce so much. Peter was quite overwhelmed by his orgasm, perhaps even more than the last two I'd given him. That's what I had wanted - his pleasure is the most important thing when privileged to have fun with a boy! Finally, as he became still, I gently squeezed his cock upwards as the final drops of sperm oozed out of the tiny slit in the end, frothy white stuff that I wanted to taste! Letting go, I rubbed his cock against his belly and as I looked up into his flushed face, Peter opened his eyes and managed to give me a rather distant smile. "There ... that was good wasn't it? Did you like it?" "Great ... fucking great sir!" Like most boys, he was quickly recovering from his orgasm. Looking down, he added, "An' you made me shoot a lot sir ... you've made quite a mess haven't you?" "Not me! It was you, you sexy boy!" "Yeah ... suppose so! That was good but have you got a hankie? You made it go all over me!" Nodding, I released him and fumbled in my pocket for my handkerchief with which I started to clean him up. "There, that's better, a good clean boy now!" He laughed at that but happily, was still content to sit there on my lap. Dropping the hankie. I pulled his pants up over his genitals: I wanted more fun with him but wasn't certain if he'd be ready for more. So I just held him there and started to massage the bulge in his pants, his dick now delightfully just half-hard, quite a handful nevertheless! "Well then Peter? Do you want another go? Can you manage it?" "Not now ... tomorrow though you can!" "Good!" That was more than I could have hoped for really. "Tell me, do you know what fellatio is?" He looked puzzled so I explained, "Cock-sucking - having your cock sucked until you spunk up." He was puzzled, "Why should anyone do that?" "Because it's about the sexiest thing in the world to have your cock sucked. I'm sure you'd love it if I did it for you, you'd love having this thing," I gave a firmer squeeze, "Shoot all your sperm in my mouth!" "Do you really want to do that to me then sir? Why?" Rather puzzled but also rather intrigued. "Because it's very exciting to have done to you and I want you to enjoy yourself having fun with me Peter ... I know you'll really love it ... all boys and men do. Next time, I'll suck you off instead of wanking you ... Ok?" "Don't get it!" The idea was slowly sinking in. "You'll see ... you'll love it!" I told him. Under the thin layer of white cotton I could feel him tensing his cock in response to what I was doing so, I was only a little surprised when he gave me a wry grin and whispered, "Ok then ... do you wanna try it now? I'm sure I can spunk up again ... have we got the time?" Pleased, I nodded, "Great ... you're really got me in the mood now sir!" "That's what I like to hear." I was very pleased with this so I wasted no more time and pulled the front of his pants down again. His cock was not quite fully hard but was still very attractive! "Tell you what then Peter, why don't you lie on the bed? I can't suck this lovely big thing with you sitting here." He agreed to that and climbed from me. As he walked over to the bed, his trousers fell down to his ankles and as he lay down, he pushed his pants down right out of the way, a few quick rubs from his well-experienced hand getting his cock fully hard once more. I just watched for a moment or two, amazed at the sight of what was happening on my bed - a very handsome 12 year-old schoolboy, with his pants round his knees and his shirt up under his arm-pits as he idly fondled a massive fat cock - a cock I was about to suck and then taste his warm love-juice! Getting onto the bed by him, I lowered head to his loins. At such close quarters I could inhale the strong smell of puberty coming from him, despite his recent shower. Removing his hand, I held his cock out from his body and gently kissed his exposed glans a few times, then playing my tongue all round that most sensitive part of his body. It was wonderful for me and he obviously found it very exciting, his hips lifting almost automatically from the bed as he pushed his cock up at me for more, Peter whining in sheer unexpected delight. All I could do was to open my mouth and slid his fabulous penis between my lips. It tasted simply wonderful and I wanted this blow-job to last as long as possible. Slowly at first, I began to move my head up & down, using my tongue on him as I sucked away, trying to get more and more of his large penis into my mouth - no an easy task! At the same time, my fingers closed round the base of his prize possession so that I could masturbate him slowly at the same time, my other hand now delicately tickling his tiny balls. Peter was fast discovering how exciting fellatio was, his sighs of delight a sure enough indication of his pleasure at this new sexual experience. After the two wanks I had given him, I knew his cock would be a bit sore and I knew he probably wouldn't have enjoyed an attempt at a third wank - this was going to be different, something he was fast discovering! I sucked and licked away on him, trying hard to make it as exciting as possible as I could: sucking boy's cocks is always wonderful to do, but in this case, my pleasure was increased not just by the size of what I was sucking, but also by the sheer sexiness of this pretty, intelligent boy! Opening my eyes, I tried to focus on his sparse pubic fringe: it wasn't possible to take all of him into my mouth and then brush my nose through those few crisp black hairs! He didn't have all that many and they were as yet straight and rather straggly - the best stage in any boy's development, his hair and the small size of his balls showing clearly that Peter was not yet thirteen! Quicker than I would have thought, I felt his tension rising, Peter squirming about on my bed as his hips started to push his cock more urgently up into my sucking mouth. His hands were holding me there, almost afraid that I might lift my head, something I had no intention of doing until he shot all that he had onto my tongue! Then, with a very powerful lunge from his hips, his cock was pushed firmly into my mouth as it again started to spit his precious sperm. Peter's moans of pleasure must have been heard all over the school, so much was he enjoying his orgasm - but I was too busy savouring that wonderful bitter-sweet taste of his sperm as he pumped several spurts onto my tongue, more than I would have thought possible for his third spunking in under an hour! Licking & sucking hungrily, I squeezed the base of his throbbing cock, enjoying each spasm I could feel there, my efforts to increase his pleasure shown by his continued moans of delight. Swallowing hard, his spunk slid down my throat, some of the tastiest ever, although some did ooze from the corners of my mouth as I worked on him. All the time, Peter was writhing about on my bed, his hips convulsively pushing cock up at me - all very satisfying for me! I was loath to let go but too quickly for me, he lifted my head. Opening my eyes, I gazed at his cock as it fell back damply against his belly, as fascinated by it as ever. His balls looked even smaller than ever, tightly drawn up against the base of his dick - how could they make so much sperm in such a short time? Looking up I was greeted by a most amazing look on Peter's face, he more than overwhelmed by his first blow-job. Sitting up, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, smiling at him as I waited for him to recover. I wanted to cuddle him but I knew he wasn't ready for that. His cock very rapidly lost its stiffness but even so, it its quickly flaccid state it looked as big as ever Opening his eyes, Peter grinned at me, "Fucking bloody hell sir!" he whispered, "That was fantastic!" His voice was strange and I guessed that he was in fact a bit embarrassed by the way he had responded to all I had done for him. "I didn't know it'd be like that sir!" Grinning at him, I leaned over his slim body. "Well, it was great to do for you Peter ... I told you it was sexy ... an' it was wasn't it? An' where do you get all that sperm from?" I gently grasped his balls, "These are so small ... but they really work well don't they?" Laughing, he wriggled away from me, swung round and stood up. That in itself was quite a sight, with his trousers round his ankles, his pants round his knees and his shirt and jersey now falling down partially hiding his wonderful genitals from me. "Right then Peter, I suppose you've had enough for today haven't you?" He nodded but as I spoke, we both heard the bell for lessons ringing in the distance. "Anyway, you've got to go anyway! I'm Ok ... I've got a free period!" Peter nodded, looking slightly sad. "Ok ... but thanks sir ... it's been just great all you've done to me today," he grinned again as he pulled up his pants, "Especially sucking me off!" he blushed slightly, "You won't tell anyone will you though?" he asked as he pulled up his trousers and dressed properly. I was pleased to hear his words - my own sentiments entirely! "Course I won't tell anyone Peter ... you won't either will you?" He shook his head, horrified at the idea. "No way!" After watching him dress, I stood up on front of him and gently brushed the front of his trousers. "Well then Peter ... when do you think you'll want another sexy time? Soon I hope!" "Dunno," he muttered, "When I next feel like it," he grinned, "But I bet that's soon!" Given that he had enjoyed three powerful orgasms with me, it was not surprising that he wasn't keen on arranging a definite date, but I knew he was keen to have fun with me again. "Well, when you're next in the mood, just ask me Peter, I'm sure we can always find somewhere safe like up here!" "Ok!" He grinned, obviously keen to be sucked off by me once more. Opening the door to my flat, I checked that all was safe before letting him go. Then with a final whispered word of thanks, he left me: I went back to the bed with one urgent thing in mind! = = = = = = = I didn't see any more of him that day, but next morning in class, he showed how much his attitude had changed to me - very much for the better! Our next occasion for fun though occurred on the following Sunday morning. After chapel, Peter approached me in the front hall where staff & guests were having coffee: drawing me aside, he whispered, "Sir! Have we got time to, you know?" I knew well enough what he meant and of course, I had the time! "Course I do Peter, are you in the mood then?" He nodded, "Yeah! I was thinking about it all during Chapel." He lowered his voice even more, "I was really hard most of the time!" "Well, I'm sure I can do something about that for you!" "Yeah!" he hesitated before adding, "Can we go up to your room again sir?" "No! That's too dangerous today - the Matrons are very busy up there"! I was as keen as he was but where? The answer came to me. "I know ... we can go do down to the darkroom, I don't think anyone'd find us there and even so, no-one would worry about finding us in there with the door locked." He nodded his approval so I asked, "Have you done your letter home yet?" Again he nodded, so I told him, "Go down and change into your casual things and meet me at the darkroom ... I'll just finish this and get changed, then get the key from the staff-room. I'd better not leave here too quickly after you do though!" He understood and with a discreet but very knowing smirk, left me to finish my coffee. Carefully avoiding any parents I knew, I was soon able to leave the front hall to dash up to my flat. I don't think I've changed out of my suit any quicker than I managed that morning, quickly on my way downstairs to collect the key and then go down to the basement to the darkroom. As it was next to the boy's changing room there might be a minor problem getting Peter in there without being seen but in fact I found him changing on his own. As he joined me, I let us both into the darkroom, locking the door behind me, the pair of us as safe as we could hope to be in a busy school. "There, if anyone does knock, we'll just have to be slow answering it"!" He grinned at me wickedly, as keen as I was on some sexy fun. "Great ... do you want to? You know sir!" Leaning up against the door, I pulled him closer to me and without hesitating reached down and groped the front of his jeans. "Course I do, I'm glad you're in the mood again!" As I squeezed him, Peter sighed happily, "That's nice, sir! Really sexy!" "Good!" I carried on squeezing him, "An' when did you last do it Peter?" "Friday after tea," he laughed at me, "Me an' Mark went behind the gym and wanked each other off there," he blushed slightly, "An' we sucked each other a bit as well - but I didn't tell him it was you who showed me about it! It was fun but we didn't spunk up that way!" "Sounds great! I hope he gave you a nice sexy wank and you gave him one as well! Next time, you'll have to go all the way sucking each other ... I know you'll both enjoy it!" Peter laughed, "We were gonna do it this morning, now! But his parents came an' have taken him out ... that's why I found you sir!" He smirked, "Are you gonna suck me again?" "Whatever you want Peter!" I told him as I now pulled his jeans wide open. "That's better," I whispered as I closed my hand over his pants that already had difficulty holding his almost fully stiff dick in place! Turning him slightly, I then placed my hand on his stomach and slowly edged my fingers into his pants, finally able to hold his cock once more, his prize possession now stiffening up fully as I held it. "That's nice sir!" he whispered, "Get it out and wank me will you!" he sounded almost desperate so what could I do! "Ok ... but we'd better not get you too much undressed, just in case." I whispered as I pulled the front of his pants down. Seeing his solid erection again was almost as astonishing as the first time I had seen it - Peter was well-hung but that morning, it looked even bigger as it stuck up from his clothes. And what's more, he being in a very high state of arousal he smelt quite strongly, that wonderful odour of puberty that makes me feel very lusty! Cuddling him, closer, I closed my fist round him. "There we are then Peter ... let's see how sexy I can make it for you today!" Relaxing against me, he sighed contentedly, "That feels nice ... really great!" He looked up, "Hold it further up and do it faster will you?" I changed my grip slightly, but as much as I wanted him to enjoy an orgasm, I also wanted this wank to last as long as possible, I wanted to play with such a big cock for as long as possible! Slow and steady was the order of the day! However as I slowly tossed him I felt that Peter was quickly very aroused and although I had told him I would suck him off, I felt that he'd probably manage a second spunking! So his first orgasm was to be by hand! Gradually then, I built up my speed, tossing him a bit faster, a bit more firmly, sliding his soft foreskin to & fro over his purple tip, my eyes glued to what I was doing. Peter was soon far away in his private erotic pleasures but I was very aware of what I was doing to him, waiting for that magical moment when this 12 year-old's over large penis would shot what his balls had made since his last wank. All too quickly I felt his cock start to throb and then, as he moaned loudly, his hips pushed his penis firmly into my hand as a thick ribbon of white sperm shot from the end - it went a considerable distance, another sign of just how worked up he was. As I tossed away, more and more sperm shot out, each shot not going as far as the last and so making an impressive mess on the floor. I slowed right down and as he gasped for breath, I supported him against me, the boy panting in my ear as his cock continued to jerk in my hand. Again, his tiny balls had excelled themselves, making more sperm than most boys several years older than him usually manage. The rest of the slippery hot stuff finally just slid stickily over my fingers and with a little shake to his solid cock, I sent those last drops to join the rest on the floor. It was another much enjoyed orgasm for Peter and again I was proud of what I had been able to do for him. Holding him almost still I waited for him to finish savouring those last moments of erotic pleasure. Peter eventually looked into my eyes, his face still screwed up as he whispered, "Fucking hell sir ... you really know how to make it feel good don't you! That was fantastic ... fucking great!" "My pleasure!" I whispered as I gave his cock a further squeeze. "You've really shot a lot again Peter ... where do you get all that stuff from?" "Dunno!" He grinned wickedly, "But it's great when you wank me sir!" he hesitated, "Do you think there's time to do it again?" He sounded almost desperate, but that was obvious when he had approached me not 20 minutes ago! "Probably! You were very quick Peter so, if you want a second go," I pulled him closer, "Let's see how sexy I can make if for your lovely cock!" I had not yet released his penis so I once more started to move his foreskin to & fro all round his rather damp tip. It was delightful to give him a slow, sperm-lubricated wank, but for the moment, I made no effort to turn my actions into real masturbation. I wanted this to last and so give him as much pleasure as I could, my own pleasure the greater the longer it took. My only regret so far was that he had shown no signs of interest in doing something for me - a wank from his skilled hand would be very exciting! After a few minutes of this slow sensuous wanking, Peter looked up and whispered, "Sir," he hesitated, but whispered, "would you suck me off again? It was just fucking great last time!" I was only too happy to oblige! "Course I will Peter!" I released him, "Lean up against the door and I'll suck you and try to make it even sexier than last time!" We quickly moved into a suitable position, me crouching down in front of my pupil, his stiff dick sticking out of his clothes. At my suggestion, we pulled his jeans & pants down out of the way to free his cock: I could now inspect him closely, his penis as amazing as ever! But, it wasn't' there to be looked at, although I was determined that on another occasion, I would persuade him to let me photograph his hot erection! That morning though, he wanted to be fellated and I wanted to do it so sliding my hands round onto his warm buttocks, I pulled him closer, Peter playfully rubbing his cock against my face. I was very pleased with that so to start with I simply nuzzled him, moving his cock about with my nose as I breathed in deeply, just hugging him to me as we both enjoyed this simple game. My hands were not idle, gently stroking his delightfully slim buttocks, the whole thing amazingly erotic for me. That was true for him as well, Peter having spunked up so recently, his second orgasm was a psychological need not a physical necessity: he too was enjoying the way I was nuzzling his genitals and the way my hands were caressing his bum. Eventually though he did push me back slightly and as he looked down at me with a rather distant expression on his face, he urged, "Go on then ... suck it now sir ... you've got me really worked up again!" "Ok!" I lowered my head back to his waiting cock and after tugging his foreskin back, took just his glans between my lips. That had an electrifying effect on him and with a loud gasp, Peter started to grind his dick hard at me, urgently pushing himself into my mouth. I let him do so, trying to take as much as I could into my mouth but not letting him choke me with his massive cock! With it in place, I set to working, sucking him hungrily as I licked everywhere I could reach, whilst nodding my head up & down, wanking him with my lips. I was desperate to make it even more exciting for him and his responses soon showed that I was succeeding. He tasted superbly but now, above all, I wanted to replace the taste of his penis with that ineffable flavour of fresh boy-sperm. Peter clung to me almost desperately as his hips started to rock to & fro, he soon fucking my mouth quite urgently. Despite his earlier productive orgasm, he seemed almost desperate to climax once more, as quickly as possible - I was happy to oblige! My hands continued to massage his warm buttocks, moving down the back of his legs and then between them so that I could tickle his balls from behind. We moved together, my lips sliding up & down his hard shaft as he rocked backwards & forwards, gradually exciting himself as I worked away on him and getting quite carried away with what we were doing. It didn't take much of this hot man-boy sex and he was there. With a powerful lunge from his hips, Peter pushed his cock harder into my mouth as it stared to spit a thin stream of his spunk onto my tongue. Very tasty but although he was trying to ram his cock down my throat, I managed to hold him where I wanted, sucking and licking as he shot more of his special boy- cream into my mouth. His moans of delight were amazingly loud, again I was sure he could be heard all over the school, but his noises made me even more gratified - what I was doing was very much appreciated! His sperm was some of the tastiest I've ever swallowed, not too bitter, still slightly sweet as I would expect of a boy his age, but once more, a lot more than a boy his age, a boy with balls as small as Peter's, should be able to produce on his second spunking of the day. As he slowly calmed down, I held my lips firmly round his cock, then slowly lifting my head, tried to pull his foreskin up to cover his sensitive glans. As I released him, I opened my eyes and saw his penis slap hard back against his belly - it was wonderful and I was almost as dazed as he was. "Well?" I asked looking up, "Was that nice then Peter? You were great to do again!" He nodded, still a bit lost in his private pleasure but just about able to speak, he whispered, "Fucking amazing sir, really great! Even better than last time!" I stood up. "Good ... that's what I wanted Peter! Whenever you want your cock sucked and none of your friends will do it all the way, just ask me!" He smiled happily. "Yeah!" he growled. "Good ... and are you still in the mood?" He shook his head. "No more ... you've done me enough for today! I shan't need a wank all week after that!" I nodded and, glancing down, saw that his penis was fast losing its stiffness. "Looks like you're right ... it's had enough for today I think!" "An' you've had enough of it today as well!" he giggled. Stooping down he pulled his pants up, wiggling his hips at me to show off the bulge his half-hard dick made in them. I was allowed to rub him there briefly, but he was soon pushing me away and reaching for his jeans. "We'd better go sir ... it'll be lunch soon and Mr Wills is on duty and he might be looking for me!" His sexual needs were satisfied and so, like most boys, all thoughts of sex had evaporated. "Ok then, just as you say Peter!" As he tidied up his clothes, having to slide a hand into his pants to organise his cock so that it didn't show too much, I asked, "When do you think you'll want another go then? Thursday? After games?" "Yeah ... maybe before then if we get the chance!" He smiled, "Can I come up to your flat again?" "Course you can ... but only when it's quite safe!" Cautiously, we let ourselves out of the darkroom and after his final whispered words of heartfelt thanks, we parted. It had been overwhelming really and I could hardly wait to get his cock in my hand or mouth once more! = = = = = = = That was the start of what turned into quite an affair with Peter - or at least with his prize possession! For the next year or so, at least once a week I would wank or suck him off. Happily, at our next session on my bed, he offered to wank me off as well, proving to be very good at it. Our games developed into a simple pattern - if we had the time, I would wank him off, then he would do me, then I would blow him, always happy to taste all the wonderful hot boy-sperm he could give. As time went by, his cock grew even bigger: his balls grew as well and his pubic curls got thicker! And, well, he was more than willing, so I have the pictures to prove it! Within a week of so of those first blow-jobs I was allowed to give him, Peter took the plunge and sucked off his best friend, Mark Hadley, that boy then happy to do it to Peter in return, although as he told me, Mark wasn't as good as I was at it! Of course, having tasted Mark's sperm, he was soon willing to suck me off - not done all that often (sadly), but whenever he was willing to do it, it was an utterly amazing experience for me to enjoy! Peter was keen to tell me about everything he and his friends did. Come the Autumn term, he told me how he and Mark had tried some bum-fucking - so aroused was he by his story, that he quickly rolled over for me. In return for the amazing fuck I had up his arse, he did me - painful but enjoyable! Despite all that I was doing with Peter, I wanted his friend Mark as well, but sadly was never allowed to play with his cock. I'd seen it erect on more than one occasion, especially the time Peter planned a way for me to watch the pair of them wanking each other off. Two impressive boy-spunkings were the result of their efforts on each other - quite staggering to watch! The only time I managed some contact with Mark was when I caught him & Peter in the changing room: he let me hold him briefly, giggling as I tried a few brief wanking strokes, but he never quite understood what I wanted. He simply got dressed and wandered off, not knowing that as he closed the door, I was already kneeling in front of Peter, already keenly sucking his rigid (by then 13 year-old) penis. When Peter finally left Woodlands Court, I was sad that there would probably be no more chance of fun with him. I have the photographs of his Prize Possession though - and of him all wet with his spunk - but it's not the same as actually playing with him. He really was good in bed - something we shared often enough! Anyway, I've managed to find a replacement for some sexy games and if Luke has really quite a small dick for his age, he is just as sexy and willing for fun, even though he's only recently eleven! = = = = = = = = = = = = = January 1999 NB - Woodlands Court as a school doesn't exist!