Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 23:57:31 +0000 (GMT) From: roy p...... Subject: Seduction part 2 Part 2 of the fictional tale of Ben Bromley's seduction of his maths teacher, Carl Beecham. This is a fictional story involving adult sexual behaviour with a minor, which is, of course, illegal in the real world. Do not read this if it is illegal to do so because of laws in your country, or your age, or if it may offend you. Send me your comments or criticisms, I appreciate the feedback. Michael, (Carl?) enjoy. 2 Ben pulled the square of paper from his jeans back pocket and checked the address. 37A. He pushed the bell button at the side of the door and waited. He was just about to press it again when the door opened and his maths teacher stood in the doorway. He had changed since school, and was wearing blue tracksuit bottoms and a grey sweatshirt. "Bromley." Carl said. "Come in." Ben walked into the small hall past his teacher. "Ben" he said. "Call me Ben." "Carl." replied Mr. Beecham, and offered his hand. Ben shook it as Carl closed the door. "Carry on up." Ben climbed the stairs to the flat over the Butcher's shop and Carl followed a few steps behind, his eyes on the rear of Ben's jeans, the blue denim curving perfectly over the flesh beneath as Ben climbed. When they reached the upstairs hallway, Carl put his hand on Ben's shoulder, turning him round. "It isn't maths you've come here for, is it Ben?" he asked. "Tell me what you really want." "No Carl - can I really call you that? It isn't maths. I want you to teach me something else, everything in fact, about about -" For the first time, Ben's confidence disappeared. He was lost, he couldn't say the words. "About what you were showing me in class today? You were pretty obvious then, not leaving anything to my imagination. That was a pretty blunt seduction, if I were interested in you. Why me though? Why not one of your classmates?" "I'm not interested in any of them. I don't fancy them. I wanted to do things with you." Ben became fearful that he'd got himself into deep trouble, that Carl would report him to the headmaster and his parents. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done any of this, please don't tell anyone - please." He wanted to run, far and fast, he felt tears start in his eyes. He'd made a big, big mistake here and couldn't get out of it. Then - he was amazed to heard Carl say "I won't tell a soul if you won't, Ben. I could get into so much trouble for doing anything sexual with one of my pupils, it would end my career and probably see me in jail. But now that you're here, what did you want us to do?" Ben looked at Carl and saw acceptance, willingness. Perhaps there was a chance -. "I don't know, Carl." He said. "That's the whole point, I just don't know. Nobody else knows I'm like this, you know, liking men, and I'm just so torn up with it at times. I'm 14 and I don't know what to do, and I need to. I need to so much that I've even thought about hanging round the park toilets to get picked up, but that scares me. You read things about kids going missing and turning up dead, don't you?" "Never, never do that." Carl warned, deadly serious. "Never go off with someone you don't know, the risks are too great. I'll show you what you want to know, but it never leaves this flat, never at school, never to anyone else, no matter what. Promise me that?" "Oh I promise, Carl, not a word, not a hint, I'll never write anything down - it'll be the deepest secret I ever kept, honest!" Ben genuinely offered. It was going to work after all! Ben felt Carl's hand on his jeans, teasing the bulge to hardness. "Have you never done anything with another boy? Anyone?" Carl asked. "Never. I mean, I've seen naked boys in the showers, even some with hards on, and Billy Jameson wanked off in the showers last year and I saw that, but nothing else" "Jameson, eh?" Carl asked, picturing the then-13 year old nude in his mind. "Was that good, watching him?" "Yea, great!" Ben said, remembering the occasion. "He stood there in the middle of the showers and wanked right off. Gave me a hell of a boner, and some of the others, too! Then when he came off and shot his spunk up the wall, I came in my shorts and had to wipe up with them! Then just as I stripped off and was showering, Frankie Willows goes up to Billy with a hard on and says 'toss me off now!' I nearly lost it again but Mr. Matthews came in and shouted to us to get changed and out quick, luckily he didn't look in the shower, Billy had just started wanking Frankie and had to stop. I tossed off for weeks imagining Billy doing it to me, but then he got himself a girlfriend and doesn't stop bragging about 'giving her one' nearly every day." "I'll bet she doesn't even let him touch her!" Carl laughed. The thought that Billy had been making it up never occurred to Ben, but thinking about it, Carl was probably right. Ben was now hard as iron in his jeans, thinking about the Billy incident - and having Carl gently rubbing him. "I'm gonna cum in a minute." Said Ben, putting his hand on Carl's to stop him. "Wow! You've got one, too!" he added, pointing at Carl's tented tracksuit bottoms. "That's hardly surprising, is it?" Carl said, "Now if you want to learn, let's do this properly. You're too aroused to learn anything yet, so let's get you off quickly first, then you'll take longer next time." He unbuttoned Ben's jeans waistband, dropped the zip and caught his cock as it stretched out. Carl led Ben to the bedroom by his cock, and handed him an old towel. "Catch it in that." He said, and began wanking him fast. Ben came quickly, too quickly in fact, and the first shot went high over the towel and onto the floor seven feet away. He caught most of the rest, eight more strong shots, more than he'd ever cum before. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor in a shuddering heap of orgasmic ecstasy. "Fuckin' hell!" Ben cried out, his cock still spewing cum. "I never thought it could be that good!" Carl smiled down at him. "It'll get better than that!" he laughed. Ben recovered and stood up while Carl stripped off. Ben's eyes opened wide in amazement as Carl peeled down his tracksuit bottoms and revealed his eight inch long, thick cock to him. He pulled off the sweat shirt and said "Now you. Strip off and feel this!" Ben quickly took off his jean jacket, shoes, jeans, socks and tshirt. When he stood naked in front of Carl, he was rock-hard again. He took Carl's cock in his hand and was amazed that he could only just stretch his fingers around it. He looked up at Carl's eyes for acceptance, and Carl nodded. Ben rubbed Carl's cock fast, as he would do his own. Carl put his arm round Ben's naked shoulder and pulled him close. "Oh yes!" Carl sighed. It felt so good, so right. He felt his climax approaching fast. "Oh yes, my beautiful boy!" he called out. "Make me cum, make me -" the orgasm hit him hard, slammed his senses out through his brain, "- CUMMM!" he cried as the sperm flew from his cock and splattered on the wall a good eight feet away. "YEAAA! Aaahh! Aaarghhh! Ahhh!" He called out as successive cumshots jetted from his body. He shuddered as the last shot left him. He focussed back on Ben's face, an amazed look on it, then pushed the boy onto the bed. He lunged at Ben's hard, throbbing cock and sucked it all in, then wanked it with his lips, his head bobbing up and down as fast as it could. He stopped momentarily and licked round the exposed head, teasing the tip and slit with his tongue tip, then sucked it all in again. Over and over he repeated this as Ben's body writhed in pleasure under him, until Ben could stand no more. Ben jerked his back up off the bed, forcing his cock deep into Carl's throat, and came even stronger than before. Ben felt like his whole body was being shot from his cockslit, he remained straining his arched back even higher as he fired his cum down Carl's throat until they both collapsed onto the bed, Carl on top of Ben, exhausted and drenched with sweat. The orgasm was so intense that Ben actually passed out for a couple of seconds, and when he regained consciousness he was so drained he couldn't move a single muscle. His cock was so raw that it throbbed painfully as if the skin had been ripped from his urethra inside, and it still stood hard, painfully erect. Carl crawled up Ben's body and kissed him, forcing his tongue into Ben's mouth to open it and allowing half a mouthful of cum to drain onto it's makers' taste buds. Ben savoured the taste as the warm liquid trickled off his tongue and down his throat. New and wild extreme sensations flooded back and forth through Ben's young body, pleasures he'd never in his wildest dreams thought possible. His heart pounded in his chest and his tender cock throbbed with every heartbeat. He was flowing with sweat, it absolutely poured from his body, soaking the bed. Slowly, as the minutes passed, normality returned to his senses, although he shuddered and shivered with pleasure for five or six minutes longer. It took them both twenty minutes to recover enough to speak, then all Ben could say was "Wow!" They lay together for an hour and a half, just caressing and feeling each other's body. Eventually the evaporating sweat chilled them both uncomfortably, and Carl got up and led Ben by the hand to the shower. The cubicle was just big enough for two and they just stood side by side letting the hot water warm them up for a while, then Carl took the soap and washed Ben's body all over. He took the showerhead and swilled the suds off Ben, then handed him the soap and Ben soaped and washed Carl's body off too. They stood facing each other and kissed again, longer and deeper this time, twenty minutes just kissing and holding each other tight under the warm shower. When they eventually broke, Ben held Carl at arms length and said "You're a fuckin' good teacher, Carl! You're the best!" Carl looked up and down Ben's sexy teenage body and then deep into his eyes and said "No, Ben, you're the best. The best, the sexiest, the ultimate boy any man could want and, oh, Ben, I want you so much!" Ben leant forward and rested his head on Carl's shoulder then whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the shower, "I told mum I was going to Billy's and that I might stay over there tonight, so I don't have to go home." Carl held Ben away for a moment, looking into his eyes again, then pulled him, still dripping wet, back to the bedroom. Carl lay back on the bed and gently pulled Ben on top of him. "Fuck me, Ben, I want to feel you inside of me!" he said. Ben wriggled his knees to get into position then pushed his cock slowly but strongly into Carl's anus. He knew instinctively what to do, and pushed and pulled his never-before-so-hard cock in and out at a moderate speed, looking all the time into Carl's eyes. Their eyes spoke to each other, silent yet deeply understood words of love. They rocked together on the bed in the ultimate sharing of bodies. The coming of a climax was unimportant: The making love is what mattered. They rocked together silently for over an hour, until Carl felt Ben's cock swell inside him, the precursor to the climax. "Give me your babies, Ben!" Carl cooed softly. Ben stopped on an 'in' thrust and delivered his sperm. He just came and came and came. "You'll give birth to a classful!" Ben laughed. Slowly his erection subsided and he allowed it to fall out of Carl, then he rolled over alongside him and they fell asleep together, arms across each other's chests.