Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2019 20:59:19 -0400 From: Smith J Subject: Student Teacher Relations; Adult/youth Gay WARNING: If it is illegal for you to be reading these stories or you find them disgusting or immoral, please refrain from reading further. Must be 18+ to read! Any characters, places, or people depicted in this story is entirely in the fantasy and imagination of the writer and in no way reflects his/her personal morals or beliefs when relating to relationships between minors and adults. Any people, places, or actions depicted in this story that reflect real life events or situations is entirely by accident or coincidence. Again this is entirely imaginary as also relating to unsafe sex. Please get tested regularly if you are sexually active. PreP is no excuse for not getting tested. Always know your status. Also, please donate to Nifty. Otherwise, relax, unzip, and enjoy. *** I have been teaching for over ten years now and in all that time, I've never even thought about having a sexual relationship or any interpersonal relationship with my students. But all that changed when I met Patrick St. Cloud for the first time this year. He was a transfer from out of state. His family moved to town from Chicago because they wanted Patrick to live in better surroundings. It seems he had had some issues with the children at his previous school. The other reason, however, was that Patrick's father was offered a position in the city which was only half an hour away from our town. In any case, when little 11 year old Patrick entered my classroom, I thought my heart had stopped. He was gorgeous. Beautiful platinum blonde hair, the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Naturally rosy cheeks, fair complexion and a seemingly smooth lithe body with all the right curves in all the right places! His ass was perfect, like two ripe grapefruits stuck together and just wanting to be squeezed! Even though on the outside I was able to maintain my composure, on the inside, my heart was flying and there were butterflies all over in my stomach. He was going to be a problem for the steely control I've had over my cravings. Now, let me clarify. I didn't say I'd never thought about sex with young boys, all I said was that I'd never thought about it in the last ten years teaching. Sure, I've had boys come and go through my class that were good looking, but none had come close to challenging my control. That is, until now. This was also going to be a problem, because I'm up for Tenure this year and I can't allow anything to keep me from taking my career to the next level. Up to this point I was always the favorite teacher at any school I taught, but specially this one. Basically all the kids knew me. I knew some of the girls had a crush on me and even knew some of the boys had crushes on me as well, but I had always acted professional. Any time I'd get a craving, I'd go to the bathhouse in the city and fuck a few twinks till I calmed down. I had a bad feeling it was gonna take a lot more than a few twinks to calm me down now... The next few weeks flew by without incident and though there were a couple times when I could have sworn Patrick was flirting with me, I played it off like it was nothing and went about my day. Seemingly, so did Patrick, or so I thought. That is, until Friday of the fourth week since he arrived. "Mr. Jay." That's what all the kids called me. "Could I speak with you in private after school? I need to ask you some rather personal questions. Would that be okay?" "Well, Patrick, I suppose, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to answer these personal questions. That wouldn't be very professional of me now would it? But come by, you know my door is always open two hours after school lets out." "Yes sir, I know and thank you sir. I'll see you just after I gather my things when school lets out. Bye sir." "I'll see you later Patrick." And with that, he skipped off to class, and when I say skipped, I mean it in the literal sense. Don't believe I've seen people skip since I was a child. In any case the child managed to leave me perfectly confounded as to why on earth or what on earth he wished to ask me. I was also hard as a rock. All 7.5" of my cut rod was making an obscene tent in my slacks while I sat at my desk waiting for my next class to settle down so I could start the lesson for the day. I willed myself to think of anything other than Patrick so I could recompose myself and get on with the day. By some miracle I did it and was able to stand to address the class as if nothing were wrong. And so went the rest of the day without incident. On Fridays, school lets out early. Usually by 2:30pm everyone is gone. The teachers, of course have work to do and I don't usually leave till after 5, sometimes 6pm. I was so concentrated on my work as I usually am that I didn't notice young Patrick slip into the classroom and then knock on my private office. Now, I should probably explain that at the beginning of this year, I had an automatic lock system put on my private office so I didn't have to stop my work in order to answer the door. The last few years I had found it a nuisance and I had finally saved enough money to have it installed at the beginning of this year. The door locked automatically when closed all the way and the only way to open it from the outside was with a special key or through the application which I alone had on my phone. From the inside there was a button on the underside lip of my desk where I sat at my computer. During the day the door to my office was always kept open and for the first two hours after school let out, I left it open as well. When those two hours were up, I'd close the door and really concentrate so I could leave as soon as possible. I hated taking work home, so I really wanted to finish any work I had left for the weekend so I didn't have to take it home and I could just focus on having a good time with friends. Some teachers just leave right at 3pm and take their weekend work home with them, but not me. I hated doing that. Anyway, back to Patrick. After knocking Patrick proceeded to come in and automatically closed the door behind him. At the time, I thought nothing of it, but after things happened, I realized it was careless on my part. "Oh, Hi Patrick, do come in and sit down. Now, what is this all about? What questions do you have for me?" "Well sir, first off, I've been hearing rumors that you are homosexual, is this true?" "Patrick, now this is indeed a very personal question, but since all the staff know I suppose it is okay to say that yes, the rumors would be true, I am homosexual." "Oh, wow sir, I had no idea, I thought the kids were crazy to think that such a masculine man such as yourself could possibly be gay." I do have a masculine appearance and with my strong jaw, five o'clock shadow beard, well kept physique, bedroom brown eyes, and swarthy attitude, many of my colleagues didn't believe that I was gay. "You must realize that there is no set stereotype for homosexuals anymore. Since we are just people and people all come in different temperaments, characters, sizes, and emotional levels, being homosexual doesn't change that about us either and we've worked very hard to make this apparent to the social spectrum at large. We come in masculine, feminine, flamboyant, androgynous, transsexual, etc. Not to mention that lately, the spectrum of being homosexual has changed dramatically. Now we have asexual, non-conformative, queer, pansexual, etc. Does that answer your question?" "It answers a lot of questions that I had sir, yes and thank you. But I have more if you have time sir, I know you are busy." "It's okay Patrick, this is why my door is open two hours after school lets have it out. I'm at your disposal. Ask away, but again I can't guarantee I will be able to answer them all. I will say that anything said in this room will stay in this room. I hope I can count on you to promise the same?" "Oh yes sir, I promise, I won't say a word to anyone outside this door. And as for my next question, do you find me attractive sir?" "Why would you ask me such a question Patrick? You are a child and I am an adult. Adults shouldn't find their pupils attractive." "A very diplomatic answer sir, but yet you did not answer my question. Do you find me attractive? I will remind you of my promise, nothing said in this room will leave these walls." "Well, I don't know why I'm doing this, but here goes nothing. Yes, Patrick, I find you very attractive. In fact, from the moment I saw you I was driven mad with desire for your perfect boy body. There, are you happy? Are the police about to bang down this door and lock me away forever?" "Oh sir, you make me so happy! And no, of course there are no police coming to take you away. I want you here with me for quite a long time, if not at least for the next five-seven years. I find you very attractive too sir. Your swimmer's build, your beautiful ass, your legs, that caramel complexion, and your honey brown eyes with your raven black hair sir, I was smitten with you from the first moment I met you as well." With that last testament of adoration Patrick came around my desk, me following his moves so that by the time he came completely to my side of the desk, we were facing each other. My obscene tent was back again and there was no denying the effect this boy was having on my libido. Patrick came close to me, reached out his hand and placed it on my cock through the material of my pants. I groaned! I couldn't help it I had waited so long to feel a small young hand grasp my rod. "Is this for me, sir?" Patrick said in a very sultry and sexy voice while holding onto my turgid rod through the material of my pants. Having my voice lower with desire I replied, " It's all yours baby. Please release me. It wants to come out and play." "Well, then I guess we should let him out. I want to play as well." With that little Patrick proceeded to unloose my fly and fish inside my pants to release my stone-hard schlong. All 7.5 cut inches of my man-stick were hard as steel. At this point I didn't see the need for being coy. This boy clearly wanted me as much as I was wanting him. This thought helped me relax the rest of the tension I didn't realize I was holding. "Wow, sir, your cock is beautiful." He said as he grasped my now naked piece and started to gently stroke me in slow even rhythm up and down every inch that caused my cock to pulse even harder against his small, but firm hand. "Yeah, my sexy boy, stroke that cock baby! It feels so good, ugh! Just keep doing that baby!" I just laid back in my chair and allowed this young boy to bring me such pleasure. Patrick continued to stroke and explore my cock, now using his other hand to stroke and massage my balls. He got closer and closer to my turgid rod as if curious of its look or taste and then without warning, he enveloped my cock with his plump boy lips like he were tasting a popsicle. "Ugh, oh wow baby, fuck yeah, that feels so good. Watch your teeth, yeah, like that...oh yes...just like that! Yes! Fuck yeah baby boy! Ahhh, ugh, mmmm, uuummm!" He was a quick study and an eager one at that. He took like a duck to water as he continue slobbering, then suctioning on my cock in slow, deliberated up and down, in and out motions! It was driving me insane! The feeling was beyond anything I ever thought possible! Definitely worth the wait in my opinion and something I'd never be able to go without in the future. I'd taken of the "forbidden fruit," there would be no going back now! Closer and closer he would bring me to the brink of release and then back off. It was such exquisite pain. The pleasure of his suctioning coupled with the lack of release was building my climax to proportions liken to the explosion of an Atom bomb! For what felt like hours, but was most likely a few minutes, young Patrick working my joy-stick with technique way beyond his years. Talk about a natural born cocksucker. Finally I had had enough waiting, with such need for release that it could not be contained any longer! When it seemed like the young boy was about to deny me once more I grabbed hold of his head with such force that he looked up at me in surprise. He still had such desire and lust written all over his face that I knew he was okay with this final act. With a below that could probably have been heard all the way to China had my walls not been sound-proof, I fired my man-cum deep down the gullet of the boy before me. Like a never-ending fountain of life, my seed left the containment of my body and injected itself deep into the belly of this most willing boy before me! Words cannot express the pleasure found in that moment. I felt as if I had left my body behind and was experiencing the joys and pleasures of release both outside and within my body. Down to the very fibers and molecules I felt every spasm, every sensory over-load. Looking down at the boy who had nothing but smiles on his face I conveyed my gratitude. "Wow Patrick! I can't tell you enough how amazing that felt! I have never experienced something like that in all my life and this is truly saying something. I wish to return the favor!" "Don't worry about it Mr. Jay. It was all my pleasure. I've been wanting to do that for such a long time. Ever since I first met you in fact! I thought moving here was going to suck, but this is so much better. We will be able to do this again, won't we?" Patrick looked at me with the first glimpse of caution or fear. "Of course Patrick, we will do this again if that is really what you want, but I shouldn't have to tell you that this would have to be absolutely secret. No one have find out or I'll be going to prison and most likely be killed. Prison doesn't look kindly on men like me, even if we profess to be against rape, they see it as such given your age." He gave a great sigh of relief. "Oh, I know Mr. Jay. I'll never tell a soul, I promise! I care about you too much to ever want anything to happen to you." As we spoke young Patrick had been cleaning my cock and continuing to stroke it. Even though it had deflated some, it was still semi-erect. Further talk of later sessions, however, had me growing more erect with every word, till I was as rampant and raging as before. "You keep that up boy and you'll be asking for more than you bargained." I said with a deeper voice full of lust and desire. "Oh, I know, that's why I kept stroking you. I still want this cock up my boy-pussy before I leave for home." If I hadn't already been hard before, I certainly would have been after a statement like that! As much as I wanted to clear off my desk and ravage this boy right then and there I decided against it. "As much as I would love to fuck what is most likely a beautifully pink boy-hole. I think we should leave it for another time. Anyone could be on their way to see me right now and I don't want you parents to be wondering what took you so long getting home. But I do promise that we will get together soon and do this properly." "I understand Mr. Jay. I would prefer your cock now, but I also like the idea of you fucking me properly in a bed, maybe all night?" Now there was a desirable prospect, but how would we possibly manage such a thing. There was no real reason for me to be in his house or him in mine. We'd have to think this through a little further. There was good reason for me waiting to further our session because not one second after we'd both made ourselves presentable, there came a knock on my door! TBC... *** Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this first installment! All your questions, comments and suggestions are more than welcome and extremely appreciated! smithj6423@gmail.com is my email, please let me know what you thought! Finally, as always, please DONATE to NIFTY! They truly deserve out help.