Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2000 10:00:13 BST From: John Stevens Subject: Roger R O G E R by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b (Anal/Mast) WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and a fully consenting adult male. 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. 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. This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand - it's for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental ... so there! This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I can write an arousing story! Like writers of murder stories, I do not necessarily approve of any of the acts described here! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I first met Roger during my very first lesson at the prep-school I had just joined. That January, he was 11 but I never suspected then what he would become to me. Quickly though, he became one my favourite pupils, something he rather encouraged and something that, thanks to the relaxed attitude at *Woodlands Court*, no one thought of our developing relationship as being in any way suspicious. At the start of my second year there, a new Headmaster was appointed and he, unlike his rather strange predecessor, had no worries about staff doing all the normal duties of a prep-school master. We were no longer forbidden to go into dormitories or the changing rooms and very quickly we found such duties allocated to us. Best of all, he even appointed each of us to a dormitory, expecting us to visit them even when not on duty - to read to them or just be a fatherly friend. Luckily, I was assigned to Roger's dorm soon discovering that most of the boys there enjoyed being *tickled* as they called it! I would have simply described what I did to them all as a massage - an erotic massage really! It was all very enjoyable for me, even if I could not stroke them in more exciting places. The matrons all found it a bit amusing but their attitude showed that no-one was worried by what I did to most of the boys in *my* dormitory almost every evening. Roger had started the whole thing off and of course, he enjoyed it most. He would return from washing, remove his pyjama jacket, lay face down on his bed and insist that I tickle him. A dark-haired boy, his back was covered in soft whorls of light down and stroking him there was very arousing for me and I'm sure it was for him as well! The only sad thing was that I couldn't spend too much time on Roger but had to do the rounds of the other boys as well! That was fun but I preferred him. The great temptation was to slip my hands down the back of his pyjama-trousers and stroke his well rounded bottom: like most boys he probably would have enjoyed that as well but I felt that it was something I could hardly do in public! At the start of the summer term, I discovered quite dramatically what Roger had been doing during the Easter holiday. His family holiday had been to the Seychelles and he had returned very sun-tanned. I saw his half-naked body on the second night of term, when, even though I was on duty, he demanded to be *tickled* once more. The darkness of his skin emphasised the light colour of the down covering his back and made him look even more desirable - I was almost glad to be called away to another dormitory - if I'd stayed there for much longer caressing Roger's back, I might have given in to the temptation and raped him! As Summer-term wore on, he became even friendlier towards me and I soon realised that not only had he a crush on me but I was madly in love with him! Our feelings had at least some sort of physical expression and I was soon massaging him in public quite frequently - it was a very hot summer that year and as school uniform was quickly reduced to just shirt & shorts, he would often sit by me on a bench on the main fields, pull the back of his shirt up and demand to be tickled. The school's open air pool was between the main buildings and the small cottage I lived in and once the weather was fine enough, most evenings I would organise a swim for the boarders as soon as they were released from prep. During those free-swims, another habit became established, not started by Roger although he soon became the most enthusiastic - naked swimming! One evening, a boy claimed to have lost his trunks and so I let (!) him go in without them: several boys followed his example and so nudity became firmly established when the girls (all day-pupils) were not around. Soon, Roger was in the habit of never wearing his trunks on those occasions and true to form, as I usually had my camera with me, he began to demand that I take photos of him when naked. Cautious, I refused at first, but several boys were also keen that I record their nakedness and so as no one seemed to care, I gave in! Lots of naked- boy pictures were added to my collection - mostly of Roger's wonderful body though! He was moderately equipped for his age, a few wispy black hairs now appearing at the base of his slim penis. Well, Roger finally seduced me one hot Sunday in the middle of term. After chapel, I announced that I would be organising a swim - after the boarders had written their weekly letters home. So I went down to the pool to enjoy my own swim before the duty master freed them one at a time. Within a few minutes, Roger appeared at the poolside explaining that he had done his letter the previous evening and so had been allowed to come for a swim. How could I refuse his request to join me? He had few clothes to pull off and throw aside and was soon diving in. It was a wonderful situation to be in, playing with my favourite pupil in the pool and although our games were not sexual in nature, it was incredible how much freedom he gave me to touch his naked body. At his request, I found myself teaching him to do the backstroke, holding him as he floated on his back. It was a great opportunity to be able to inspect his genitals at close range and Roger soon realised where my eyes were concentrating! "Do you like my hairs then sir? You've got to take a photograph of them later!" "If you want! You're growing up a bit now aren't you?" At that, he simply grinned as he attempted to wriggle out of my grasp. Staggered by his request, I nevertheless managed to carry on my impromptu lesson but all too quickly, we were joined by several other boys. I now had to leave the pool so that I could take charge and act as life-guard, Roger now playing with his friends, ignoring me apart from the occasional little wiggle of his bum he gave as he ran past me. It was quite outrageous really and I began to wonder just what he thought about our relationship. With a few chores to do, I left another member of staff in charge so that I could go over to the main school building where, in the cellars, was a washing-machine I had use of. Several glasses of Sherry followed, then, having put my clothes into the tumble drier, it was lunchtime. After lunch, I went to the basement once more, keen to finish my chores, sort out my things and, once enough time had elapsed, get back to the pool, this time with my camera. But as I walked along the corridor, I heard a door banging in the boys' toilet, discovering Roger coming out of a cubicle. "Hi sir! What are you doing down here?" I pointed out my laundry- bag and started to explain but he simply ordered, "Wait for me!" as he started to wash his hands. I had no intention of leaving him but put on a resigned look as I leaned back against the wall. Having dried his hands, Roger came over to me and as I placed my hands on his shoulders, I asked, "Well? What are you going to do this afternoon Roger?" As he smiled back at me, he moved so that his feet were between mine. "Dunno! Maybe there'll be a swim later, are you going to take one sir? Can you?" "Maybe. But it's far too soon after lunch just yet." I moved my hands slowly down his back, eventually grasping him round the waist. He grinned at me so I let go and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, "Do you want a nice massage then?" In reply, he simply purred but I was already pulling his shirt open so that I could slip my hands round his warm body and on to his downy back. After stroking him there briefly, I decided it was time to do what I had yet not dared to try and as Roger almost leaned against me my fingers edged their way into the back of his shorts, then into his pants, my hands gently grasping his warm little bum - so smooth! "That's nice!" I told him, "You like being stoked don't you Roger?" His smile was more than adequate permission for me to continue but he quickly wriggled out of my arms. "It's nice -- but not down here though sir! Can I come over to you flat?" "Of course you can, I don't think anyone'd mind!" It was not really against the rules and I occasionally invited boys over there - but never on their own. I shared my cottage with another member of staff but he went home at weekends and so I was quite safe as he never returned until Monday! So, as Roger did up his shirt, we planned just how he could get round to where I lived and not be seen by other boys. As I told him, it didn't matter if he was seen, but I didn't really want anybody else inviting themselves to join us! Quickly back there, I locked the door behind him and after throwing my laundry-bag into the kitchen, leaned against the wall - he didn't need to be told to move back into the position we had been in down in the basement! "Now, where was I?" I asked as I started once more to undo his shirt - the look he gave in reply made me feel very weak-kneed! Pulling his shirt open, I slid my hands round his amazing body to stroke his back, not as yet moving down to his bottom. "There! Is that nice? You've got a lovely body to stroke Roger! Really lovely!" "Mmmm ... it's great ... it makes me feel all ... you know!" I knew well enough and anyway, it was having an effect on me and Roger certainly noticing how strangely my trousers were now hanging! Gradually, I slid my hand down his body into the back of his shorts. Unlike most of his fellow pupils, Roger wore very tight shorts and so it was quite difficult really to get my hands onto his bottom but I did just about succeed! Grasping him there, I whispered, "Nice?" and when he nodded in reply, I added, "Well let's see then!" Pulling my hands out, I undid the clasp of his shorts, Roger standing quite still and allowing me to do just what I wanted, now though looking at me rather too knowingly! With his shorts hanging open, it was now much easier to slip my hands into the back of his pants and hold his warm little bum, a warm little bum that had to be delicately stroked, something I was soon hungrily doing! As I did so the zip of his shorts began to slide open, Roger only caring about the gentle stimulation I was giving his bum! "That's nice ... it's sexy really!" "Suppose it is! You like it though don't you Roger?" "Course I do! It's great!" His smile became more wicked as I worked away - he was obviously loving it as much as I was! Although I had seen his bum many times, I now discovered that it was quite the opposite to his back - if area of his body was quite hairy, his bum was as smooth as marble - but warm marble that gave way to gentle erotic pressure. "Shall we go up to my rooms then? You could lay on my bed and I'll give you a really good massage Roger!" "Ok!" He moved back from me and as I pulled my hands from his pants, he pulled up his shorts, but not doing them up! Like that, he followed me up to my bedroom where I was soon closing the door behind us. Turning to me, he let go of his shorts and as they slithered down his legs, I leaned back against the door, Roger knowing by now just what to do! As he stood between my feet once more, I grasped his shirt and with no resistance from him, pulled it right off. My hands then fell to the small of his back. "There, that's nice isn't it? You like me doing all this don't you?" I knew he did, but I wanted, as always, to be certain that what I was doing was consented to. "Yeah! It's really great sir ... it makes me feel all sort of sleepy! You know!" "Well, in that case, better lie down!" He made no effort to move though, merely grinning happily as I continued to stroke him. So, I slid my hands back into his pants, once more able to touch his wonderful little bum. It was almost unbelievable really and I could have stayed there like that for the rest of the day! "I don't understand how your back can be so hairy and you bum so smooth!" I told him as I continued to caress him, "Really nice Roger -- just like you!" "Mmmm!" he sighed, "It's even nicer than when you stroke my back." "Good ... but let me get to you a bit better Roger." I removed my hands and without asking permission, pulled his pants down to join his shorts round his knees. Glancing down, I was not at all surprised to see that state of his cock. Although I'd seen often in the past, I'd never seen it fully erect - it was very rigid, seemed to have grown a more than a little in that state and was obviously in need of attention! "What's that thing doing all hard like that?" I managed to ask, trying to sound calm. "Yours is too!" he retorted, "Have a good look then!" He moved back from me slightly and wiggled his hips at me, but I felt it was not as yet a sexual advance but merely Roger showing off his body once more. "Very nice ... you're growing a bit these days," I told him, "hairy as well! Did you mean what you said this morning?" He looked blank for a moment but then remembered his demand. "Of course I did, you can take some pictures of me later!" He giggled, "It'd be fun ... you could take some more next term and see how more hairs I've got then!" "Great idea!" Roger sat on the edge of my bed and, pushing his shorts & pants further down his legs, swung round to lie face down in the middle. Rolling onto his belly, he almost stuck his cute little bum in the air up at me. "Come on then sir, massage me some more will you? It's juts great when you do it!" What could I do but oblige? Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned over and started as delicately as I could to stroke him, now able to move my fingers freely from his neck to his ankles. His skin was deeply tanned, except his little bum which was quite white, utterly pretty, really kissable! "There, does that feel nice?" I asked as I worked delicately on him, "Does this make you feel all sleepy Roger? Or all sexy?" He turned his head and gave a huge grin, "Both I suppose! Don't stop sir it's nice!" "Why should I stop? But, hang on a minute!" I ran a hand down his leg and grasped his clothes, "Let's get these off out of the way shall we?" He nodded and lifted his legs slightly so that I could remove them all, now quite naked apart from his short socks. "Well?" I asked, tugging at one, "Shall I take these off as well? Then you'll be quite naked Roger!" For the first time, a slightly worried look spread over his face. "Will anyone catch us sir? What about Mr Hill?" "He's away and no-one else could come in. No need to worry Roger!" He looked convinced so wasting no time, I reached down and managed to pull his socks off, now able to appreciate the fact that beautiful Roger - my favourite pupil and a regular in my pre-sleep dreams - was lying quite naked on my bed! To make it easier to get to his body, I knelt up over him, resting lightly over his legs as I resumed my erotic massage. He was totally at peace now, more than happy for me to do whatever I liked I felt! But did that include sex? I was almost desperate to strip off like him and cuddle him to me as we rubbed our cocks tightly together - how sexy a boy was he, I wondered, and if willing, how much would he enjoy a wank from my skilled fingers! In that position, I was able to adjust my clothes without him noticing, even able to give my cock the occasional stroke through my trousers! It was difficult to chat to him as well, especially as Roger had buried his head against my pillow, now enjoying to the full what I was doing to his 12 year-old body, not caring that he was stark naked on one of his teacher's bed! He was loving it, but then, so was I! After a while, progress had to be made, so I grasped each slim white cheek and parted them, now able to see for the first time his hole. It was a very pretty young arse and I wanted to kiss him there before fucking him soundly, but for the moment, I moved my hands back up his body again, trying to show him that I was simple massaging him - perhaps in a slightly more erotic way than usual though! Our reveries were suddenly interrupted by a long ring from the door- bell! Roger turned his head and looked at me almost panic-struck. "Don't worry ... I bet it's just some other boys wanting me to take a swim! I'll go and get rid of them, don't worry!" I tried to sound calm, but wasn't at all! As another ring sounded throughout the cottage, I went to the bedroom door, "Just be quiet though!" Closing the door behind me, I went downstairs where as expected, on the doorstep stood a group of boys. They were polite enough in their request but, after mildly telling them off for disturbing me, I explained that I was busy and might take a swim later - as long as they didn't disturb me again! A bit disappointed, they seemed to understand though and after apologising turned to go. So, I was now able to lock the door once more and run up my beautiful young pupil. As I opened the bedroom door, I was greeted by quite a sight. Roger was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt on but not done up and with his pants round his knees. With thumb and middle finger, he was holding his penis, wanking slowly. He blushed at my arrival and, releasing his dick, pulled his shirt off. "Have they gone sir?" he asked almost nervously. "Course they have ... come on, let me massage your back some more!" Sitting down, I grasped his pants, "Take these off and lie down again!" With my help, his pants were once more removed, but his almost throbbing cock - inches from my face - looked wonderful and in even greater need of attention! Roger saw what I was looking at but after simply laughing at me, rolled onto his belly once more. Turning his head, he quite unnecessarily demanded, "Go on then sir -- stroke me all over again!" "Ok Roger, anything you want!" "But why do you like doing it to me sir?" "Well, I don't know really, I suppose I like it because you like it Roger. Don't you?" He nodded, "Course I do! It's just great!" "Well, most people like being stroked like this so why shouldn't you enjoy it? Satisfied?" "Suppose so! Stroke my bum then!" I was already doing so my fingertips soon delicately playing over his curvy little bottom as it almost impudently stuck up in the air. If our rude interruption had made him tense up, he soon relaxed, content to enjoy what I was doing and for the moment, I was happy with that. However, having caught him wanking, I knew he was in the mood and I knew it was merely a matter of time before he let me stroke his erection. "Do you want to try it a different way?" I asked tentatively. "Make a change I suppose!" "What do you mean?" "Well," Here goes! "If I lay on the bed, you can lay on top of me and I could massage you like that ... it's easier that way!" I hoped I didn't sound too lame or too obvious! Happily, he nodded. "Ok ... sounds a good idea!" Roger rolled onto his side - still, of course very stiff - but trying to ignore his dick, I moved into the middle of the bed before helping him to stretch out on top of me. Lifting his head, he smiled at me as my hands grasped his bottom once more. Best of all for me though was that I could now feel his rigid cock pressed against my body: at the same time, he must have been aware of my own erection pressed against him. I hardly cared, after all, I had the most beautiful boy in the school lying naked on top of me, his skin warm to my sensuous touch. "Well? Is this nice Roger? Tell me!" Lifting his head and with a totally innocent smile on his face, he nodded but then, he said the most unexpected thing I've ever heard from a boy his age. "Do you want to bum me then sir?" How do you reply to such a question? "What do you mean? Are you serious?" I was quite astounded! "You know sir!" He smiled almost innocently down at me. "You can if you want to, I don't mind!" Of course, I was more than willing to fuck young Roger but how could a boy like him be so bold? "Well, I don't know! Are you sure?" "It's fun -- an' I've done it before!" He replied with a rather proud grin. "Several times!" "Don't believe you! Really?" He nodded impishly as he pushed his erection harder at me. "You mean someone has done it you or have you done it to someone else?" "Both!" Another proud boast! "Well, who? When?" I was so astonished that I had to find out the full extent of his previous sexual experience. Roger rolled off me and started to explain. "Andy Wilson has done it to me several times, an' I've done it to him as well ... and to Julian Whitfield as well -- it's fun!" Andrew was one of the most frustrating boys I've ever met - 13 last November, a good looking boy and very desirable for many reasons, chief of which was the fact that he had easily the biggest cock on any prep-school boy I've ever seen (that is amongst those who are pubescent rather than early adolescent). And not just a big one, cocks differ in their beauty and his was also one of the more beautiful penises I've ever seen! In the showers he was never shy and seemed to enjoy flaunting his prize possession, the sight of which usually made me get very hard! Once, he too had developed an amazing erection, the image of which is firmly etched in my brain! Andrew though had no time for adults and although friendly towards me, he never showed any signs of progressing further. Very sad! As for the other boy Roger had mentioned, Julian was only 10, amazingly pretty really and a boy who I knew was already interested in sex - after Roger, he became my lover in a big way! But now, as Roger looked at me in a rather infuriating way, he playfully grasped his cock, wanking it quite seriously as he enjoyed showing off to me. Still not able to take it all in, I nevertheless grasped his hand and pulled it away. "Leave that thing alone an' tell me more about you an' Andrew." "Why? It's mine!" he retorted with a cheeky grin! "Andy's got a big one sir, and it's fun when he sticks it up me ... it hurt a bit the first time, but not any more. He loves doing it -- and it's fun!" Although astonished by his confession I was only half listening as I had reached out finally to grasp Roger's erection. It was utterly wonderful to be holding him the way I had wanted to for a very long time! That first moment of holding a boy's cock is always special but this was more so than usual! It may not have been as big as Andrew's but that didn't matter - this was Roger's cock! As I gently explored, he just lay back, spreading his legs so that I could do whatever I wanted. "There, that's better. If it needs to be wanked, I'll do it for you Roger. What a lovely hot cock you've got!" Slowly, I started to toss him, moving my fingers slowly up & down his hard shaft but not for the moment trying to retract his rather long foreskin. Utterly delightful and I was determined that he should enjoy this wank as much as I would. "It's nice," he whispered, his face showing all too clearly just how much he was enjoying what I was doing, "I love wanking ... or being wanked off!" He smirked, then adding, "Come on then, show me yours! Is it all big an' hairy?" His actions suited his words and he reached down to grasp the front of my trousers, exploring me there carefully. "That feels nice, are you going to bum me then sir? You can if you want to. It feels nice ... nice an' big!" I hardly knew how to reply! When I had invited him round, the best I had hoped for was that I might perhaps wank him, or even suck him off, but here on my bed, was Roger almost demanding that I fuck him, already having admitted that he was well experienced in buggery, passive and active! "Well, I'll do it, if that's what you want and you're sure you really want me to. Are you really sure then Roger?" "Yeah! Why not! It'd be fun with you sir ... can I do it to you as well?" By then, almost anything he said could hardly surprise me, but I never expected that question! "If you want to, of course you can Roger, but why?" "Well, it's fun with Andrew, we've done it several times and I told you, I've done it to Julian Whitfield, he lives near me!" He giggled, "Whenever you stroke me in the dorm, I usually get hard an' when you've gone, I always have a wank before I go to sleep! But it's never as good as what you're doing now!" He sighed, "That's nice, I just love wanking sir!" "Course you do! All boys do." I gave his cock a firmer squeeze, "Tell you what, shall I undress as well? Then perhaps we'll see what we can do together!" Roger nodded so I released him and rolled off the bed, impatient to get out of my clothes. As I stripped off, I was not surprised to see his fingers close round his dick but all he did was to stoke it slowly as he watched me Roger keen on seeing me quite naked. Quickly reduced to just my pants, I sat down to take off my shoes and socks, then, looking deeply into his eyes, I asked, "Shall I take my pants off then?" "Yeah! Go on sir ... show me your dick!" "Ok!" Standing up again I faced him and slowly pulled my pants down, finally allowing my cock to stand up freely for his inspection. His expression was firstly of inquisitiveness, but he soon smiled. "That's great sir! Much bigger than Andrew's an' he's got the biggest in the school!" He quickly scrambled up so that he could reach out for me, his warm hand sending a shiver of excitement through my body as his fingers close round me. "Good boy!" I told him as pulled my pants right off. After letting me fondle him for a few more timeless seconds, I gently pushed him away and as he lay back, I knelt on the bed, now deciding to lie down on top of him! He exhaled strongly at that, but didn't mind really! As I rubbed my cock against his, I tried to support my weight, but even so, he complained, "You're too heavy sir ... but it doesn't really matter." However, grasping me round the waist, he lifted his body slightly so that he could rub his erection against me. It was wonderful but I couldn't stay on top of him for too long and was soon rolling over onto my back, hugging him to me so that now he was on top - my favourite position with any boy! "Do you like doing this Roger?" "Course I do ... it's fun isn't it!" He grinned, "Rub my back again sir ... that's it, really nice, I love that!" As he settled down to enjoy himself my hands resumed their lascivious caresses and of course, as my hands found his bottom, his earlier idea was back in his mind. "Are you going to bum me then? You can if you want to, I don't mind, might be fun!" "Well, that'd be nice Roger, are you really sure?" "Why not! Wilson's done me, why can't you?" "Well, he's got a big dick but mine's bigger than his ... it might hurt and I don't want that to happen, you're too nice, too sexy for me to hurt you in any way." "It won't hurt ... haven't you ever done if before then?" "Course I have, but never to a 12 year-old!" Just a slight lie - the youngest boy I've ever fucked demanded that I do so on his eleventh birthday! "Well in that case, do it!" He rolled off me and lay on his side. As his hand fell to his cock, he asked, "Have you got any Vaseline then? That's what Andy uses!" He was quite convinced I was going to bugger him that my mind was made up for me! "No, I've got something better than that!" Although I wanted to fuck Roger, I was still more interested I wanking him off so for the moment, I pulled his hands from his cock and started to masturbate him, tugging his foreskin right back now, he wincing in pleasure each time it moved over the edge of his bright purple glans. "That's nice, you really wank good sir! This is great!" "Good! I like wanking cocks as lovely as yours, on boys as nice as you!" Holding him a bit harder, I increased my speed but, sexy as ever, he grasped me and started to show just how good at wanking he was. "An' do you ever wank Andy off? Or does he just stick it up your lovely little bum?" "Course! I suppose we wank each other more than bumming, usually in the loos ... it's great when he spunks up ... it all goes all over the place an' he really goes funny -- he likes me wanking him he says! Better than anyone else at school!" "I'm not surprised, you're really good at it you know!" I paused before asking, "An' do you get a really nice feeling when you have a wank?" He grinned, "Yeah ... I feel great all over when I come! Is it better when you can spunk up though? It must be 'cos Andy goes really funny when he shoots his stuff!" "Well, yes, it's a lot more exciting when you can spunk up, anyway you've got some hairs now and I suppose it won't be long before your balls start to work properly!" "That'll be great! When do you think I'll be spunky then sir? Soon I hope!" "Well, perhaps before Christmas. You'll be 13 then and that's the average age." "Good!" he gave me a firm squeeze, "Are you gonna spunk up yet?" "Well, if you keep on wanking like this I will!" "Don't you want to bum-fuck me then?" "If you're really sure that's what you want. I love being wanked an' you're doing it really great!" "Do you shoot much then sir? Sometimes Andy does ... I once came to your lesson with his stuff on my shorts, I'd wanked him off at break- time and it went all over me!" "Sounds like fun... keep on wanking me like this and you'll see how much I can shoot!" I was of course very keen to fuck him, but despite his repeated requests I wanted to make sure that he was more than just interested in trying it with me! "No ... one day I'll wank you, today you can bum me!" He released me and rolled onto his belly. With a shy grin he reached behind and grasped his cheeks, pulling them wide open! "Go on then ... do it sir!" "Ok then ... you've asked for it!" I was ready to do it: he wanted it more than I did and I wanted it a lot! So, I got up, knelt over him and gazed down at his wonderful little arse-hole - it looked very tight but I knew that, what with his previous experience of being fucked, he'd be able to take me. As we both knew Andy was a big boy! "Well let's see!" I muttered as I moved a finger onto his ring. It was so easy to slide a finger into him, Roger merely grinning over his shoulder at me, well used to being penetrated by something much bigger than my finger! Fully in him I kept my finger still for a moment but then started to move it in & out slowly, really enjoying what I was doing to the boy I loved, pleased that he was enjoying it as well! "That's nice ... do you like it?" I asked as I pushed my finger harder into him. "Mmmm! It's fun ... but take your finger out an' stick your dick up there -- it'll be just great sir!" Quite beside myself, I smiled at him as I pulled my finger out, reaching into the bed-side table for my as yet unused tube of KY: I had never really thought I'd get to use it at school, but here I was being offered the upturned bum of my favourite pupil! "Right then! Let's get you all ready for me Roger." Then I had an idea, "Tell you what, let's do it a different way." "What d'you mean?" "Roll onto your back and lift your legs." Slightly puzzled, he nevertheless turned over but as he lifted his legs, he understood and grinned wickedly at me. "That's it ... that's great! Now I can get to your bum this way!" Roger looked even more desirable, especially as his arsehole opened slowly as I stared at it. Unscrewing the tube, I squeezed out some of the jelly onto my fingers and as he continued to grin expectantly at me through his upturned legs, I began to rub the stuff round his waiting hole, soon able to slip a finger into him and move it in & out - so easily! I knew that he was easily going to take my dick and I knew I was about to have the best fuck of my life: he was going to be the first boy I'd ever fucked who wasn't previously a virgin! "That's great ... now let me get my cock nice an' slippery and then I'll fuck you properly ... you're wonderful you know, really sexy Roger!" My cock was quickly covered in the jelly, dropping the tube, I moved so as to kneel down behind him: the view was a sight to remember but for the moment, all I wanted was to get my cock into Roger and have what I was sure would be the greatest fuck of my life. So gently, I prodded my cock at his hole, waiting for him to show that he was ready for me to enter him. Understanding my hesitation, Roger nodded, a wicked smile spreading over his face. "Go on then sir, get on with it!" He was keen so I started to do just what he wanted! As gently as I could, I pressed my cock against his arse and, to my delight, I found myself sliding into him. Pushing firmly, there was little resistance and with no real difficulty, I was quickly fully home in his tightly sucking anus. Resting still on him, I allowed Roger to get used to me up him, but more importantly, I had to stop myself coming off almost instantly and filling him with my load! His body was producing feelings in my dick I've never felt before - most boys who have been willing to let me bugger them had been virgins and quite difficult to enter - usually that fuck was a one-off! Roger was different - at *his* insistence, I was fucking him and I knew it wouldn't be the last time he let me do it either! Trying to smile at him, I saw that he was already quite lost in his own erotic excitement, although he was biting his lip so as not to show any sign of pain. Despite that, I knew he wanted me to continue. So, I started moving my cock in & out of him, the warmth of his body almost driving me wild with lust. I had to go slowly, as I wanted this fuck to last as long as possible! Roger's expression had changed - I could see that he too was very aroused by what I was doing. "This is just great! I can feel you right up me ... it's great, do you like bum-fucking me sir?" "Fantastic! You're really sexy Roger!" I told him as I slid my hands under him to hug him even closer. Deeply inside him, my movements increased, both at the rate I was fucking him and in the amount I withdrew before pushing my cock firmly back into his tight slippery arse. I was slightly worried about doing it so firmly but Roger soon muttered, "Go on, do it a bit harder! I like being bummed!" Amazing words from a boy his age but they encouraged me to start to move my cock much more rapidly in & out of his body, almost pulling it right out before shoving it back into him. As I fucked him solidly, I was soon lost in what I was doing, almost forgetting who I was screwing so intent was I on the pleasure I was getting and the pleasure yet to come. However, I also wanted this fuck to last so when I felt I was almost coming, I slowed right down and for a moment or two was quite still on top of him. "Oh Roger! You're fantastic you know! This is really sexy!" "Yeah! Great! You're really up my bum sir, and it's great, much better than when Andrew does it to me!" Happy to hear that I reached between us for his very rigid cock, to show that I was not ignoring his sexual needs, although in that position it was very difficult to wank him. Roger though sighed happily, pleased with what I was doing. "That's nice," he whispered, "really lovely ... but wank me off later, just bum me now and spunk up inside me sir!" What an utterly amazing request! The boy who could hardly use my name was simply demanding that I fill his body with my sperm - he was really enjoying being fucked, probably the first boy I'd ever buggered who actually enjoyed it rather than just accepted it! So, I released his dick and resumed my fuck, moving my cock in & out of his tightly sucking arse even more firmly. It was so exciting that I knew I couldn't last much longer so I just concentrated on coming off and filling his wonderful body with my sperm, determined that in return for this wonderful fuck, I would wank him to the best orgasm he'd enjoyed in his twelve years. All too quickly I was there. Almost collapsing on top of him, my cock seemed to explode inside his body. Again and again, my hips pushed it into him, each throb feeling better than the last as an almost continuous stream of sperm shot into my young partner. He took it all quite happily, wiggling about under me as he tried in his own way to make it even more exciting for me. From being fucked by Andrew (how wonderful would that be to watch) and doing it to him in return, he knew how to squeeze my cock with his sphincter and that extra pressure made it feel even more enjoyable for me - staggering really. As I shouted out his name, I hardly knew what I was doing, so lost was I in this amazing fuck! Of course the physical feelings coursing through my body were much increased by the psychological thrill coming from the fact that I was making love with a boy I loved, albeit doing something I had never really dreamt about doing to him! As wonderful as it was though, my orgasm was far too quickly over, my hips giving a last thrust or two as my last spurts of sperm shot into him. Finally I was still, slowly recovering from a fuck more exciting than any I'd ever enjoyed before! Opening my eyes, I looked down to Roger, smiling as best as I could to express my thanks for what he had let me do. Obviously rather enjoying the feel of my cock still buried up him, he smirked. "Dirty old man! Was it good then sir? Did you like it?" "That was quite fantastic Roger!" I eventually told him, "I don't think I've enjoyed doing it as much as that ... you're great your know, really sexy Roger!" He squirmed in pleasure at my compliment. "Yeah! It was better than when Andy does it, much more fun!" "Good! But how can I say thanks for letting me do it!" "Why shouldn't you? It was fun, I like being bummed an' your cock's nice up me like this." He looked genuinely puzzled that I should thank him so effusively, obviously unaware of what most people would think of what we were still in fact doing! "An' you've got the best bum I've ever fucked Roger -- I never thought you'd want to do it with me or be so good!" I smiled, "Lay still . better get out of you!" Very slowly, I lifted myself, carefully withdrawing my cock from his tightly sucking arse. It came out with a plop, looking very messy - as did his bum. "That's it, but we're very messy after all that ... let's go to the bathroom and clean up -- then I'll see what I can do for your dick and make you feel as sexy as you made me feel!" As I spoke, Roger carefully lowered his legs to the bed, but kept his bottom from resting on the covers, making a face when he saw the state of my cock. "Great ... it really needs a wank now sir!" "That's what it's going to get ... come on." I grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet, gently tweaking his rigid penis. "There ... this lovely hot thing's going to have the best wank it's ever had! After we've cleaned up though!" I took him to the bathroom where, giggling like a pair of silly boys, we washed, Roger leaning over the bath so that I could wash his arse - and of course get an even closer look at that tight entrance to his body, a hole I had just been in and was now full of my sperm - at his request! By the time I got him back to bed, his cock had gone quite flaccid, but I knew he was still in the mood even before he ordered, "You've got to wank me off now, next time I'll bum you as well, but I just feel like a wank today!" Again, quite matter-of-fact, no question of asking me if he could fuck me, just the assumption that when we next had sex together, then that's what he was going to do! Pushing past me, Roger jumped onto my bed, spread his legs and wiggled his dick invitingly at me. Then, as I just stood there, he grasped it and began to fondle it in a very erotic manner. He soon realised that I was happy to watch and started to wank a bit more seriously, his cock uncurling slowly and stretching out to its fully erect length. Stiff once more, it was quite a sight, but even sexier was the sight of him moving his foreskin to & fro over his sensitive glans - tantalising flashes of purple as he exposed then covered his sensitive glans! It was a cock I wanted to make love to since I had first seen it but my reveries were soon interrupted, Roger now demanding that I wank him off! "I'm not gonna do it whilst you watch!" Agreeing with that, I sat down and placed my hand on his thigh, but he grasped it and moved it onto his genitals, almost desperate for his orgasm. I was keen on that as well so I started to masturbate him, swinging round on the bed so that I could lie alongside him. It felt great to be moving his foreskin to & over his sensitive glans and, as I worked away, as pleasing as ever when wanking a boy to watch him slowly become lost in his rising pleasure. Roger sighed a few times, slumping back against me, his cock seeming to get even harder in my fingers as his tension inexorably rose. Although I would have liked to suck him off, I was more than happy with what I was doing - simple masturbation was what he needed and so *that* was what he was getting. All too quickly really, he was there. As he sucked in his breath noisily, his cock throbbed a few times in my fingers, then a much stronger throb as he yelped loudly. Roger was bouncing up & down on my bed, his hips trying to push his dick harder into my hand as the pleasure surged through his 12 year-old body. Simply wonderful for me but I could see it was utterly staggering for Roger! Whimpering distantly, he suddenly pushed my hand away: gazing down, I watched as his foreskin slid up to cover his purple tip, his cock still gently throbbing but gradually becoming still. His orgasm had been wonderful to watch, wonderful to have given and I was overwhelmingly happy that I had been able to do such a thing for the boy I'd just so amazingly fucked and whom I loved so much! In its own way, his wank had been much more satisfying - giving pleasure was much more important than my own, exciting as his arse had been! Like most pre-pubescents, his orgasm was quick to pass and giving an incredible smile, he whispered, "That was really great sir ... really sexy! Do it again will you?" "Course I will." I was a bit surprised really, "Now?" "Yeah! Wank off me again!" He grasped my hand and pulled it back to his cock - it hadn't lost any of its stiffness, perhaps now feeling even harder to me. So all I could do was just as he wanted. This time, I did it very slowly, sliding his foreskin to & fro as I tried to prolong his pleasure: of course, I wanted to have my fingers round him for as long as I could! "There ... that's nice ... what a lovely cock you've got ... perfect for wanking." Looking up at me almost lovingly, Roger nestled back into my embrace. "This is great sir -- really sexy! I just love being wanked off ... but no one's ever done it as nice as this!" "An' who else has wanked you off then?" He shrugged, "Several boys, we all do it a lot you know!" "I bet you do, but anyway, all you have to do now is to enjoy it Roger, you're great to wank but I'm jealous of anyone who's wanked you off ... especially Andy!" "Would you like to wank him off?" He giggled, "I bet you would an' I'm sure he'd let you, shall I ask him for you?" "No ... your cock's much nicer than his ... let's just enjoy ourselves now shall we." Much as I wanted to toss Andrew off, I was more than happy with Roger so I settled down to my sexy task, still trying not to wank him too quickly as I wanted this to last. Rubbing him slowly, I loved every stroke I was able to give his hot cock, but even though he was obviously very aroused, it took him a long time to come and I was almost getting a sore wrist from such prolonged wanking! Didn't matter, for he was clearly enjoying it no matter how long his body took. His tension gradually rose though and then, with no real sign that he was almost there, I felt his cock quiver strongly in my fingers once more. It was certainly a much enjoyed orgasm for him, Roger bouncing up & down uncontrollably as he moaned and grunted noisily. I carried on with what I was doing, wanking him slowly but firmly. "Ow ... wank me ... keep on ... aaaah!" he whimpered - music to my ears! I worked on him a lot more carefully now, using all the skill I possess to try to make his orgasm even more exciting. Although I clearly succeeded at that, it soon became too much for him and he pulled my hand away - as before, I stared down at it, impressed with the way it throbbed with each rapid heartbeat. Hugging him close, I relished the warmth of his young body, Roger's whimpers of delight turning into deep pants for breath. Slower to calm down this time, he was eventually still. Then, with a happy grin, he whispered his thanks, "That was fucking great sir ... sorry it took me so long though!" "Who cares ... as long as you enjoyed it Roger, I did!" "Yeah, it was great! Really sexy" Wriggling out of my embrace, he climbed from the bed and stood there facing me, his still rigid cock sticking out from his body almost at right-angles. Fully recovered, he giggled, "Next time, can I bum you as well sir?" "If you want! If that's what you want, then of course you can!" I reached for his dick but he pushed me away: like many young boys, once his orgasm had passed, his interest in sex quickly evaporated. So, not surprisingly, he now informed me it was time for him to get dressed and go. I had to agree to that and so we pulled our clothes back on. There was little to say for the moment except that I had to thank him once more for all that we had done. Again, he didn't really understand! "I've done it lots of times, why not? But it was great having your dick up me sir, much sexier than when Andy does it!" "Well then Roger, when do you want to do it all again?" "Dunno! Next Sunday?" Plans were made but all too quickly, he was gone, leaving me with my mind spinning! After all, I had just made love with my favourite pupil, in the most intense way (at his demand!) and I was even more in love with Roger! ======= After a difficult week of barely concealed love from my part and obvious affection from him, as well as extensive tickling sessions in his dormitory and by the pool, Roger and I made love once more, as planned, on the following Sunday afternoon. He wanted one thing only and I quickly had my cock buried up his hot arse, this time with him face downwards on the bed. I screwed him slowly but soundly, taking my time, but when I finally filled him with sperm I was stunned at the sheer power of it all, though still amazed that I was doing this sort of thing with the boy I loved so much! After I had withdrawn, Roger smirked as he reminded me that he wanted to bugger me in return. To my surprise, I rather enjoyed it! Once up me, he took a long time to come, all the time pushing his hard cock in & out of me at an amazing speed before finally yelping loudly in my ear as he enjoyed his orgasm. After, we shared a shower but after turning the water off, I turned him in my arms and set to work wanking him with my cock pressing against his warm bottom. When he came, it was wonderful, even better than the previous two wanks I had given him. Finally just cuddling him, I turned him round, hugged him close and without wasting time, slid my finger into his warm body. His response was to demand that I screw him once more - so I did! That fuck was even more exciting - doing it doggy style I was able wank him at the same time, Roger coming off as I was shooting my sperm into his warm body. The contractions of his anal sphincter twitching round my cock made it feel even more exciting! For the rest of term, he would visit me most Sunday afternoons when, after I had fucked him soundly, I would wank him at least twice, although occasionally, he wanted to bugger me in return. Sadly, he never let me suck him off even though I told him it would be very sexy for us both, he just thought it rather silly although he once or twice allowed me to tongue his little arsehole before fucking him! However, he was an amazingly sexy boy and we did more in those few weeks than I've done with many boys in the past. Even so, I never admitted how much I loved him, somehow, even with my cock up his arse, I don't think he would have understood that! Sadly, we were frustrated by his parents - they made it very clear that they would not let their son visit me during the summer holiday. I doubted if they ever guessed just why he wanted to and it was very annoying for him, as his letters emphasised all too clearly. He also complained that Andy had left school and he now only had me to fuck him up the bum! Even worse than that, his parents suddenly decided to move home, something I only found out at the start of the new term when it was mentioned at a staff-meeting. Roger had been withdrawn from school and never was I to meet him again. THE END May 1996 Remember ... it's just a story!