Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:29:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Teaching Sissyboys (adult-youth) Teaching Sissyboys By Beautiful Creamer One -- Ready to Work (at long last) Thomas Slacker was 25, a brand-new college graduate, and, like most of his peers, unemployed. Which was a bummer, since a mere five-and-half years earlier, when Thomas was a sophomore, everyone told him that if he became a teacher, he'd always have a job. Stupid worldwide economy! Thomas's heartless parents, who seemed to be displeased about paying for seven years of college, rather than four, had expressed their further displeasure about him living with them, eating huge quantities of food, driving their cars, and acting as if the lawnmower, snowblower and gasoline pump were objects one could never touch. So when Thomas got a call from Dr. Richard Teachwell of Teachwell Academy about a live-in teaching position, he eagerly attended the job interview in his local coffee shop. Though after the interview, when his parents asked him his impressions, he was hard-pressed to explain what had happened in there. Thomas was a bit apprehensive about most of the questions that Dr. Teachwell might ask him. He wasn't really an above-average student. He was far below average. His student teaching hadn't gone well, but through some miracle, he had received a passing grade and thus, his teaching certificate. His hopefulness had abated somewhat by the time he shook Dr. Teachwell's hand and was asked to sit. For the first 30 seconds, Dr. Teachwell just smiled at Thomas, looking at him, then saying, "Yes. Very nice. You're quite a good-looking young man, Thomas." Thomas blushed. He knew he was good-looking. Had been told so many times in his life. His looks had probably been what had gotten Thomas through high school and college. And had gotten him about 50 first dates with beautiful girls and women. But few second dates. It seemed that once women discovered that Thomas was neither a felon who would mistreat them so badly that they would have girlfriend-sympathetic-conversation material for years to come, nor a budding Bill Gates who would make them financially secure forever, women wanted no part of Thomas. Thomas liked the "idea" of women, he guessed. But his relationships with women had been unsatisfying thus far. Thomas wondered if his looks were about to help him get this job that he so desperately wanted. Though even to Thomas's dimmer intellect, that made little sense. Nor did the first interview question. "Do you have a girlfriend, Thomas?" Dr. Teachwell asked. Odd. "No sir, I don't." "Hmmm. Have you ever had a girlfriend? "Not really, sir. I mean I like girls and everything. I'm not gay or anything." Dr. Teachwell frowned at that statement. Thought a moment. Then resumed his smile. That must have sounded ditsy, Thomas thought. Then he remembered the advice his Dad gave him: "It is better to keep one's counsel and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." "Did you live in a dormitory at your college, Thomas?" Another odd question. "Yes sir. All..." Oops. He almost said, "All seven years." "We live in the dormitory here with the students. Does that work for you?" Wow. That sounded as if he had the job. "That's fine with me, Dr. Teachwell." "And some of our boys came from troubled homes and will need a good mentor. Can you be a good mentor, Thomas?" "Yes, sir!" Thomas affirmed. And promised himself to look up that "mentor" word in the dictionary. Didn't Dad have one of those? Probably meant something like being a "mentalist" like that guy on TV. "Well then, welcome aboard, my boy!" Once again, the good-looking person got something undeserved. [See "Cruise, Tom" and "Palin, Sarah"] But it all seemed fair enough to Thomas. Two -- On the Job Three days later, Thomas had bid farewell to his parents, who were weeping openly. Which Thomas mistook for sadness at his departure. In fact, they were happy for the first time since Thomas's third senior year. It was a five-hour drive to Teachwell Academy, so Thomas didn't report to Dr. Teachwell until 4 p.m. Four hours late. But his new employer couldn't have expected Thomas to have arisen before 10 a.m., could he? Apparently not. Dr. Teachwell was in very good humor when he greeted Thomas and said he wanted no apology for his tardiness. Which was good, since Thomas didn't like apologizing very much. Looking around, Thomas's first thought was that the place was smaller than he had imagined. Much smaller. And where were the other teachers? Thomas asked. "Are the other teachers around somewhere, Dr. Teachwell?" "Oh, no, my boy. We're a very small school. Sort of a boutique. We have two teachers -- you and me. And only eight boys at the moment. But for their boys to learn what we teach them here, their parents pay big. Very big." Had Thomas been the least bit intellectually curious, he would have asked about 50 questions. But he was hungry. And needed a nap. So all he said was, "Cool." Dr. Teachwell smiled. Oh yes, he thought, this one's perfect. "Let me get some of the students to help you with your things," Dr. Teachwell said. That was cool to Thomas too. Students doing his dirty work. It was just what he had dreamed of as a student teacher. Then it began to get really interesting. Dr. Teachwell disappeared for a moment, then returned with four young boys. Four perfectly beautiful, quite young, boys. Maybe ten or eleven years old, by Thomas's reckoning. Which made Thomas realize that he had never asked about the age level of the Teachwell Academy students. No problem. Thomas knew how to wing it. Though the appearance of the four boys affected even him. The boys were quite good-looking. In Thomas's elite-looks league as far as he was concerned. But there was something else. The boys were pretty. That was it. Almost like girls. And they walked kind of girlishly too. Not girlish really. More like "sissyish." Or maybe Thomas was imagining it. The oddest part was the looks they were giving Thomas. Far too familiar for students looking at their teacher. The funny, unfamiliar, indescribable feeling he had in his stomach when he looked at them...that was odd too. Thomas was happy when the boys finished hauling his stuff to his room. Mostly happy. Except that he kind of missed the looks the boys were giving him. Especially that one really beautiful boy. A cute, young blond with impossibly huge, blue eyes and a sweet smile. Thomas had discovered long ago that if he thought too long about anything, his head hurt. So he wisely puttered around putting his stuff away in his new digs. Thinking of nothing. It was a very nice room, all in all. Large, with a big bed and a good-sized, en suite bathroom that had both a tub and a shower. A big, airy window that looked onto a Chinese restaurant and a pawn shop across the street. Very nice. Dr. Teachwell knocked on Thomas's door at six p.m. "We take our meals together, Thomas. The faculty and the boys. Come with me, please." Thomas was hungry. And he wanted to see the boys again. Especially that blond boy with the blue eyes. So he followed Dr. Teachwell down the stairs. Hoping that there weren't a lot of those rule things at Teachwell Academy. Thomas was never too good at "rule things." As he and Dr. Teachwell entered the large dining room, Thomas was struck by the sight of all eight boys. They were all astoundingly beautiful! And paying Thomas great visual interest, though they didn't speak until Dr. Teachwell introduced Thomas, led the grace and had everyone sit. Thomas was seated next to the blond boy, whose name, he learned, was Nigel. Nigel was casting shy looks at Thomas. Thomas noticed, but had no idea what to do about it all. There was a fair amount of boyish chatter. Spirited, but polite to Dr. Teachwell and Thomas. Thomas was often confused about school stuff, but his looks gave him confidence in most social situations. Not that time. He was unnerved by his proximity to eight boyish beauties and one middle-aged architect of the situation he found himself in. His cock seemed to understand the situation far better than his brain. In that respect, he was like even the most brilliant man. The meal was quite good, served by professional staff and cleared away efficiently. It was seven p.m. Not having had his nap that day, Thomas was tired. Anticipating his new faculty member's needs, Dr. Teachwell said, "You look tired, my boy. Here's some curriculum material you can read in your room, then you can go to sleep." Thomas took the material, said good night to everyone and walked up to his room. Dr. Teachwell gave him homework. Ugh. He thought he was free of that when he graduated college. Thomas was sure that the curriculum material was optional. Or it could wait. He was tired. So he left the material on the nightstand, stripped to his boxers and went to sleep. Until 10:30. When he awoke with the munchies. So he got up and opened his door. Intending to raid the refrigerator downstairs. And everything changed. There were six bedrooms on the second floor of Teachwell Academy. Four for the eight boys. One each for Thomas and Dr. Teachwell. The boss's room was across an open, common area, which had a few soft chairs, lamps and a coffee table. It was mostly dark on the second floor, but a few small nightlights glowed. And Thomas's young eyes were sharp. Thomas's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked across the common area toward Dr. Teachwell's room. The door was open and someone was coming out. It was Nigel!! Nigel was looking into Dr. Teachwell's room. Then leaning his head forward to do something. He withdrew from whatever it was he was doing, smiled and turned. That was when Thomas noticed something very important. Nigel was naked! Carrying a tiny nightshirt folded over his bare right forearm. But that wasn't the worst of it. Nigel's face was bathed in sperm! Bathed! And his limp, tiny penis was drooling what could only be the dregs of what had obviously been the boy's own recent, creamy eruption. Thomas wondered, had the boy shot sperm all over his own face, perhaps during a nocturnal emission, then run to Dr. Teachwell for counsel on what had just happened? That seemed logical to Thomas. Until Nigel turned around and walked toward his room. His bum... The beautiful boy's bum was oozing sperm. Lots of sperm! How? Maybe one of Thomas's roommates had a nocturnal emission too, while Nigel was lying on his stomach and shot his cream across the room onto Nigel's bum, then Nigel rolled over and had his own wet dream shooting it all over his own face. It could happen. Or... And this was a bit far-fetched... Dr. Teachwell fucked Nigel. Then spunked in his face. Making the boy spunk too. That didn't seem possible to Thomas. A man fucking a boy. A beautiful boy. Who was his own student. No way. The logical answer was the "magic bullet" theory of unintentional sperm being shot hither and thither, at odd angles, by various unwitting persons and ending up precisely on Nigel's special spots. A CSI team would surely confirm all that within an hour, less 16 minutes for commercials. Because it was ridiculous to suppose that Dr. Teachwell was fucking his students. And bringing Thomas into such an immoral situation. Though Thomas did note that his own cock was frighteningly erect at the prurient, disgusting, immoral notion that Nigel had been fucked by a man. If the impossible had somehow happened, Thomas thought, Dr. Teachwell was a lucky man to have had such a beauty "under him." Winded from all that thinking, Thomas started to go back into his room and forget his munchies issue. But something happened... On his way back to his own room, Nigel had rapped sharply three times on another boy's room, then scurried back into his room. The second room opened at the signal and a second boy, whose name Thomas couldn't remember, stepped out of his room and quickly walked to Dr. Teachwell's room. The boy was gloriously naked!! He knocked twice on Dr. Teachwell's door -- it opened -- the boy slid in. Maybe there was some sort of a pre-term medical screening going on in there. Yeah. Maybe. Thomas slid back into his room and closed his door softly. For one of the few times in his life, Thomas's head was too full of thoughts for him to sleep. So Thomas grabbed the curriculum material. Convinced that reading it would put him to sleep in microseconds. He was wrong. "Teachwell Academy: where your unruly pretty boy becomes a sissyboy" the material began. Huh? What was a sissyboy? Next paragraphs explained that. "Is your pretty young boy giving you problems? Keeping you from spending your bountiful money in peace and quiet? Does your cock get hard whenever you look at him, but all he sees to be is a little cockteaser? "Send him to Teachwell Academy. Our dedicated, professional staff will transform him into a sissyboy -- a docile, cock-hungry, anal-sex-enthusiast who'll return to you eager to empty your testicles whenever you feel the urge." Two whole paragraphs was a lot for Thomas to read. So he started skimming the stuff about how the boy's would learn everything about pleasing men and then want nothing more than to employ those skills. There was some detailed (boring) stuff about the various oral and anal skills the boys would learn and practice frequently. Wow! Is that what Dr. Teachwell was doing in his bedroom with those boys? Curriculum stuff? At that time of night? What dedication, Thomas thought. But then a notion penetrated Thomas's skull. Would Dr. Teachwell...and the boys...expect Thomas to do that curriculum stuff with the boys? Maybe. Could he do that sort of thing with the boys? If he "had to" in order to keep his first job? Thomas had reached his DTQ (daily thinking quota) on that one. So he dropped off to sleep. Three -- Thomas Teaches at Teachwell Thomas was a habitually sound sleeper. So when he awoke at 2:12 a.m., he was surprised to see that it was still dark. And that he was not alone. He looked to his right and saw someone standing, facing him. "Who are you?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes, coming out of his sleep fog. Milliseconds later, his eyes focused and they answered his question before his ears heard, "It's Nigel, sir. I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about you." That sentence was a true waker-upper for our hero. Thomas sat up in bed and said, in the best Freudian manner, repeated Nigel's thought: "Thinking of me, kept you awake?" "Yes, sir," the beautiful boy said. "You're so handsome and manly. But I didn't think you liked me." Well... That was a nice conversation starter. As were the pretty purple panties that were Nigel's only garment. Thomas cleared his throat. "Why...uh...why did you think I didn't like you, Nigel?" The boy made the cutest pouty face and said, "Because you saw me coming out of Dr. Teachwell's room and you didn't invite me into your room." Huh? Nigel saw Thomas earlier? And expected to be invited in? "But I didn't invite anyone into my room, Nigel." "I know, sir. All the boys are talking about that. We wondered if you didn't like pretty boys. Like us the right way, I mean. The best way. But I told the others that Dr. Teachwell wouldn't have hired you if you didn't like sissyboys." Thomas's head was spinning. It was sissy Bizarro world. "Do you like me, sir?" Nigel asked sweetly. Thomas gulped. And nodded. Not fully comprehending the consequences of that nod. Consequence one was a brilliant smile from Nigel. Followed by Nigel removing his panties! And sliding into bed, totally naked (!), next to the bewildered, yet inexplicably erect Thomas. Thomas lay on his back, Nigel on the man's right side as he lay on his left side, right arm across Thomas's chest. Playing with Thomas's chest hairs as he snuggled closer to the new teacher. Though Thomas was an enthusiastic sleeper, at 2:16 that significant morning, he was completely alert. And wondering whether it had been a good idea to go to bed wearing only his boxers. Leaving his muscled, hairy chest fully exposed. To someone like Nigel. And all his nocturnal emission issues. It was pretty humiliating for Thomas to be in bed with a pretty, naked, young boy. And to have a major woodie. Which was a coincidence. He was sure. Thomas's extra-extra-large erection threatening to rip his boxers did not escape young Nigel's attention. The boy was happy that Dr. Teachwell had hired such a good-looking, big-cocked man to replace Mr. Sodomista. Who was a GREAT Teachwell Academy teacher until those immigration people asked him all those questions and then he was gone so quickly. Nigel had only been at Teachwell Academy for three months. The best three months of his life, that was for sure. Before Nigel's Daddy brought him to Teachwell Academy, Nigel was developing into a major prickteaser. Making men want him, then disappointing them with excuses and eveasions. Nigel's vigilant Daddy told him one day that he was ashamed that his son teased cocks and never pleased them. The man pulled out his own cock and asked...merely asked...Nigel to suck it to what he called "completion." Well, the as-yet-untaught Nigel refused! He wanted no part of cocksucking. Especially not his Daddy's. Despite all the wonderful things his rich, powerful Daddy had done for him -- starting with giving him life. So the very next day, Nigel was on his way to Teachwell Academy. Where a boy learns what's really important in life. Like all the other "students," Nigel fell in love with Dr. Teachwell. And Mr. Sodomista. And all the other "associate professors" that Dr. Teachwell brought in for the boys to take care of ALL their needs. Like any sane boy, once Nigel tasted cock... felt a cock rubbing against his prostate...felt hot sperm in his bowels...swallowed his man's spunk... and experienced ten incendiary orgasms per day, Nigel became a committed sissyboy. Nigel wasn't sure when Daddy would be taking him out of Teachwell Academy. The pretty little prickpleaser would miss the place and always consider it his true alms mater. But he knew he would be EAGER to take care of his Daddy -- in every way! And he would be eager to please men, only men, in that next, glorious chapter of his life. At that moment, he was focused on teaching his new teacher. Whom Dr. Teachwell had told Nigel hadn't even been with a sissyboy and would need Nigel's help to become properly "oriented." No problem. Thomas was fully alert when Nigel said, "You said you like me, Mr. Slacker, so I know it's OK to do this." Nigel used the delicate fingers of his right hand to slowly undo the snaps of Thomas's boxers. Freeing what Nigel rated a first-class cock! Moist and meaty. Almost eight inches in length and quite girthful. With ponderous testicles fat with mansperm. Thomas was truly young, hung and full of cum. Which was good enough for Nigel. He pulled back Thomas's thick foreskin and giggled when Thomas moaned. Thomas's peelips drooled a nice, big pearl of manly excitement and Nigel leaned over and licked it off. Which is what anyone would do, right? Unaccustomed to a tonguetip on his peelips, Thomas flinched in surprise. Nigel turned on the bedside lamp, then gave Thomas a second pouty face. "I thought you said you liked me, Mr. Slacker. If you like me, won't you let me make you happy? I like you and that's what friends do for each other." Thomas leapt to respond. "I like you, Nigel! I like you a lot! Please, do whatever you were doing there." Nigel smiled. "Good. Now where was I? Oh yeah." Nigel got onto his knees, bent over and took Thomas's fat knob into his tiny mouth. Thomas had never been more alert in his life. That beautiful boy was sucking his cock! No one had ever sucked his cock. And, sadly, except for an occasional handjob from one of his unenthusiastic female dates, Thomas hadn't orgasmed in another's presence. It appeared that was about to change. Nigel was a really good cocksucker. And Thomas had a really good cock. So sad that such a wonder of nature had been neglected for so long. Nigel was a committed nature lover. Running his tongue all along the tender underside of the knob. Making those little grunts of enthusiasm that add so much to our pre-orgasmic experience. Nigel was so beautiful. And so skilled at knoblicking. And he was cuddling Thomas's balls so nicely as he sucked. Thomas's intestines erupted. Hot man lava flew out of the lipe he usually used for peeing. And choked his sweet young lover with the most cum the boy had ever drawn from a man's testicles. Clearly, Thomas had desperately needed his orgasm-in-waiting. His thighs were still quivering when he realized something. Just because you still have checks doesn't mean there's money in your account. Hmmm. Nigel continued to lick his man's cummy cock until it became half-limp. The boy let it slide from his mouth with a pop, then made eye contact with Thomas. Who stopped thinking about that check thing and considered his next move. His natural urge was to kiss the delicious boy who had just given him such a sweet treat. So he went with one of the few productive urges of his life. Drawing the willing boy toward his face. Giving the sweet angel proper mouth-to-mouth. And tongue-to-tongue. The boy was a great kisser. And the man had potential. Usually, when Thomas tried to think, nothing happened. But as they kissed, Thomas decided that he needed to fuck young Nigel. But where? Oh. In his bottomhole. Thomas remembered that he had seen Nigel emerging from Dr. Teachwell's room, his boyish bum drooling the headmaster's sperm. So Dr. Teachwell must have put his stiff cock in there and shot his stuff. Right? This thinking stuff was not bad. Thomas was going to put his cock inside Nigel, just as soon as he restiffened properly. Which should be pretty soon. Meanwhile, Thomas wanted to learn more about Nigel's beautiful body. The best way to do that, of course, is with your mouth. Thomas stopped tongue-kissing Nigel's mouth, which engendered a boyish whimper until the man began to trail sweet kisses along the boy's neck, shoulders and [gasp] nipples. Thomas was delighted when Nigel squeaked in erotic appreciation during Thomas's ardent nipple adoration. Which inspired Thomas to play with the boy's "pretties" as he sucked each mini-boobie. Thomas being inspired to do something clever. What a concept! Despite Nigel's earlier spunk session with Dr. Teachwell and some feral eroticism with his roommate Trevor, Nigel's little peanuts reacted quite gratefully to this unskilled-but-learning man's romantic attentions. Crying out sharply, Nigel shot his boy's cream in thick arcs. Two of which spattered Thomas's cheek. Thomas was delighted. For two reasons. He had made that beautiful boy shoot his boy's cream. And his cock was fully hard again. He was ready to fuck. But he wanted more than mere fucking. He wanted the boy to enjoy himself too. So inexplicably inspired yet again, Thomas set about licking up as much of Nigel's just expelled sperm as he could find. It was Nigel's turn to be delighted. Especially when Thomas surprised them both by taking Nigel's wet little prick into his manly mouth, licking off all the creamy spendings, then giving the boy's pink things a taste of the sweetness that Nigel had given Thomas. Thomas was sucking a cock! And apparently doing it quite nicely. If Nigel's little squeaks, squeals and whimpers were to be believed. Thomas loved sucking the young beauty's teeny weeny. When Nigel's "petit mort" ("little death" as the French call it) occurred, there was great joy but only drools of cream. Nigel liked the new teacher. It was time for fucking. "Will you fuck me now, sir?" Nigel sweetly asked. "I really want you to. That is, if you want to. I lubed myself up really well with Spermbutt anal lubricant before I came in here, but it would help if I rubbed some of the lubricant on your big, hot, hard cock before you put it inside me. Dominated me. And made me your sissyboy." Thomas managed to croak out a "yes, please" and Nigel set to work. Lubing up his man's big thing with his soft, skilled hands. Expressing wonder at his man's cockly magnificence. Careful now. Just want to excite the man. Not spunk him. OK. All lubed and ready to go. Now what? Sensing his man's inexperience-generated indecision, Nigel lay on his back, spread his legs and raised his knees almost to his ears. Keeping his toes pointed for maximum appeal. The position having been offered and accepted, the man mounted his boy. Covering the small lad with his manly body. Finding his anus with his cock. Lining things up. Then pushing the knob through the sphincter. Drawing a sharp gasp from young Nigel. Then a louder half-scream when the boy was fully penetrated by the thickest, biggest cock of his life. It was a glorious fuck. Lots of heaving and rubbing. Sweet kissing and desperate kissing. Nigel's prostate discovered new continents of pleasure. The lovers orgasmed almost simultaneously, then, exhausted. Fell asleep. Thomas awoke at 7:32 a.m. The sun shining in his face. Hmm, he thought. The sun was coming through that window in the morning. That must mean that the window faces east. Why hadn't he made that connection before? Stuff like that is good to know, Thomas thought. He looked over at the sleeping Nigel. Who was even more beautiful in daylight. Thomas watched Nigel patiently until the boy awoke. Both had morning wood. They fucked. Twice. No more morning wood. Four -- Thomas thinks Over the next month, Thomas Slacker got smarter every day that he lived and "worked" at Teachwell Academy. The explanation was simple, really. The young man's brain had been clogged with excess sperm. Which he had never expelled properly. So cognitive function was impaired. Remove the sperm. Release the brain. Thomas's intelligence leapt forward with each "teaching session" in which he engaged one of the eight lovely lads of Teachwell Academy. Nigel was his favorite, of course. But there were great academic joys to be had with Trevor, Harry, Colin, David, Winston, Tony, and Joseph as well. If Thomas stayed the course; the fucking, sucking, licking, kissing curriculum at Teachwell Academy; he'd probably be a genius. Why, already, his IQ had risen to a dizzying 102. And he was becoming quite the favorite of his boss. "You've done very well at Teachwell Academy, my boy," Dr. Teachwell said to Thomas. "Very well indeed. The boys adore you. And I've come to respect your `academic' abilities." Irony, Thomas thought. He was saying "academic" in an ironic way. Wow. Intelligence is awesome! Dr. Teachwell continued. "I have some bad news, I'm afraid. Nigel will be going home tomorrow. That's good news for his Daddy. The man will be fucking that sweet baby plenty, I can tell you that." Thomas was a bit sad. He liked Nigel very much. And he was a spectacular fuck. But so were the other seven sweeties. He'd survive just fine. Plus, Thomas knew that Nigel would be all right. The boy had been telling Thomas about his Daddy every time they made love. That Daddy was in for a sweet ride. Back to Dr. Teachwell: "We're getting a new boy in tomorrow. Quite a cutie. And uninterested in sex with men or boys -- the things normal boys his age like. Normally, I would be his initial instructor. But I think perhaps this time, I'd like you to be the man who teaches him to `shoot.' Are you willing?" Wow! His boss was trusting him with an important, challenging assignment. The old Thomas would have run for the hills. But he was the new Thomas. "Can do, sir," Thomas proudly proclaimed. Dr. Teachwell smiled proudly. That night, Dr. Teachwell even gave up his last chance at Nigel and ceded the professorial right to Thomas. Who gave Nigel the night of both their lives. And then he was gone. [sniff] But life went on. And young Maurice appeared at Teachwell Academy. With his stern, but loving Daddy. Whose tough love approach led him to seek out Teachwell Academy as the best, most humane solution for a latent sissyboy in deep denial. Poor Maurice sobbed bitterly during the entrance interview with his Daddy and Dr. Teachwell. The distinguished educator tried to assure Maurice that at Teachwell Academy, Maurice would be treated with the greatest respect for his well-being. Maurice wasn't buying that particular brand of snake oil. He just sat there, crying. Clutching his excessive clothing like a shield against pederastic perversion. Such a shame, Dr. Teachwell had thought. A perfect angel like that. Dressed on a warm day self-defensively in long-sleeve-shirt, long trousers and granny shoes and socks. "No one at Teachwell Academy will ever touch you or any boy without that boy's permission. No boy had ever been touched unwillingly here." Maurice was sure that that statement was a BIG lie! He was wrong. At Teachwell Academy, boys' natural instincts bloomed and they soon became eager to be touched. Dr. Teachwell had taught boys like Maurice before. The boy would be on his back, naked, legs spread, begging to be fucked within a week of enrollment. Perhaps sooner if Thomas Slacker were as good a teacher as Dr. Teachwell thought he was. On minute one, day one of Maurice's enrollment at Teachwell Academy, the boy was terrified. What horrid, unnatural things would they try to do with him at that horrid, unnatural place? And why was his Daddy such a cruel beast to send him there? With all those beastly people? Though the sandy-haired boy who escorted Maurice to his room didn't look all that beastly. "My name's Trevor," the sweet, 11-year-old angel said. "What's yours?" "M-M-M-Maurice," the ten-year-old stunner said through his sobs. Though his eyes were soaked, Maurice could see that Trevor didn't appear to be abused. He looked happy. Well-fed. And quite beautiful. So confident in his beauty that he displayed it. Wearing only the tiniest white, short-shorts that displayed his long, luscious legs; a brief, pink tank-top that showed off his creamy, kissable shoulders; and white, strappy sandals that showed off toes that any man would ache to suck. In contrast, poor Maurice was a mess. Long sleeves. Long pants. Long face. Why, Maurice asked himself, didn't Trevor act like an abused boy? That was what they did at this, this Teachwell Academy, wasn't it? Make boys have sex with men and other boys. Make them into homosexuals. Which would be horrible, right? "Let me show you our room," the apparently unabused Trevor said. Our room? Maurice would be rooming with Trevor? Trevor would be rooming with Maurice? The two of them alone? At night? All night? Maurice shuddered with a combination of lust and disgust. He followed Trevor upstairs. No luggage hauling was necessary, since Teachwell Academy students were allowed to bring nothing from home, save a picture of Daddy. In the common area in the center of the bedrooms, the other students were waiting to meet Maurice. Chuckling inwardly at how such a pretty boy could be so frumpy, scared and stand-offish. They had all, to some degree, been there. Harry, Colin, David, Winston, Tony, and Joseph. All making a big fuss over their new classmate. All pretty and self-confident. All dressed pretty much like Trevor. Except for Winston and Tony. Who weren't wearing anything below the waist. Trevor noticed that Maurice noticed Winston and Tony. "Don't mind those two, Maurice. They're in the middle of a very torrid little love affair this week. Can't get enough of each other. Those sissyboy affairs are so hot that they burn themselves out quickly. But when you're in the middle of one...whew!" Maurice blushed at that. Trevor, Harry, Colin, David, and Joseph chatted Maurice up about his life and all that as Winston and Tony sat on a couch, tongue-kissing and playing with each other's pretty little pricks. Which was extremely distracting to Maurice. And ho-hum, business-as-usual to Trevor, Harry, Colin, David, and Joseph. Despite his firm, moralistic standards, Maurice's attention was drawn to Winston and Tony's "love tussle." Especially when Tony broke off the kiss and said to his lover, "You're ready. Let's not waste it." Maurice wondered, "Waste what?" Then he found out. Winston stood. Tony slipped to his pretty knees and took Winston's blood-red knoblet into his mouth and tongue-adored it. Winston's cute little grunts and squeaks made even the jaded quintet join Maurice in paying rapt attention to the impending crisis. Winston's crisis was of giant-oil-spill proportions. He screamed sissily and pumped hot boy's cream into the kneeling Tony's grateful mouth. Six or seven bursts, by Trevor's reckoning. Then, spent, the pretty boy slid to his knees as his lover stood up and slipped his own thin prickie into Winston's mouth. Oh dear, Maurice thought. What sort of foul nest have I fallen into? And why is my penis so hard and my face so flushed? Winston eagerly returned Tony's gracious favor as all six pretty sweeties, even Maurice, looked on. After Tony inevitably "emptied," much to the delight of both lovers and all but one spectator, the amorous pair stood, kissing and exchanging fluids briefly, then walked off toward the bedroom they shared. Waving goodbye to their admirers with one hand. Each angel's other hand was occupied, it seemed. Tony had slipped two fingers into Winston's bumhole and Tony had reciprocated. So fingers in each other's bums, off they went to further, more private enjoyments. Maurice was deeply disgusted. And frighteningly aroused. A condition that did not escape the five young beauties sharing his particular portion of the earth that morning. Despite having worn three sets of underwear as anti-gayness armor, and two pairs of khaki pants, Maurice's very nice "asset" had reared his pretty head. Maurice was frightfully hung for his age. Ten years old and nearly six inches of cock. Bigger than some of the "associate professors" about whom we're soon to learn more. Since Dr. Teachwell had asked Trevor to see to getting Maurice settled. oriented and properly dressed, Trevor said, "Those two are amazing. It's a wonder that they have anything left for the associate professors who join us every day after lunch." Maurice was afraid to ask what an associate professor was. Surely it was something totally disgusting. I'll report. You decide. A few years earlier, when Teachwell Academy began to expand beyond its original two or three students at one time, the gracefully aging Dr. Teachwell realized that he needed help. Even the finest cocksman couldn't give more than two sissyboys all the cock they desperately needed every day. So Dr. Teachwell hired his first assistant, Mr. Sodomista, Thomas's predecessor. Carlos Sodomista was a Spermforce of Nature. But when the student bodies numbered more than four, Teachwell Academy began to employ associate professors. Teachwell Academy associate professors were the only employees in the world who paid to work. Lavishly paid for that privilage, except for two -- the town's mayor and police chief, who were good friends to have if anyone started asking the wrong questions. Every day at 1 p.m. four or five lucky, pre-scheduled, local gentry from a pool of about 20 would arrive, pair up with the boys and test the limits of their testicles. Most were able to stay overnight, though some of the married ones never seemed to figure out what was in their best interest. Trevor didn't explain the whole "associate professor" thing to Maurice, of course. The new boy had enough to process. And the first order of business was to get Maurice properly dressed. "This is the room you and I will share while we're here, Maurice," Trevor said. "It's OK. I won't try to touch you if you don't want me to. Neither will anyone else." A sniffling Maurice entered the room and was struck with three things. First, the room was decorated with pinks and whites and chiffons that made it look more like a girl's room than a boys'. There were two pink vanities in there too. Did those crazy people actually expect Maurice to sit at that vanity and curl his eyelashes or something? Second was the bed. One bed. For two boys. No way. Maurice would sleep on the floor rather than have that crazy Trevor guy try to paw him like those faggy little Winston and Tony guys. Third, the crazy people at that crazy place had laid out his clothing on the bed. It was bad. Super-short shorts, like the other little poufs wore. Tiny tee. Sissy sandals. That was all bad enough. But the worst was the panties! Panties!! For a boy. And not just white, cotton panties. These were black, silk, bikinis with little, pink hearts sewn all around the hems. And a big red heart covering the butt! Horrible. He opened his mouth to complain, but Trevor spoke first. "You won't be allowed to wear that awful outfit you're wearing now. We're going to burn it as soon as you take it off. And you can't wear what you have on forever. Imagine how you would smell. So please give in to the inevitable and put this stuff on. We all felt like you do. We all put this stuff on. It's very comfortable and you'll look really good." Trevor waited. Maurice thought. His IQ was in excess of 102. He agreed to change his clothes. Because it was a hot day. And he needed to cool off. Not because he wanted to wear those panties. Which felt very nice, once he got his boy's things settled into them properly. Trevor watched with great interest as Maurice stripped nude, then hurriedly dressed. What a great body! And a magnificent cock for a lad so young! He couldn't wait to tell his sissy sisters. When Maurice was completely, skimpily dressed, Trevor led the boy to the full-length mirror on what was to be his side of the room. Maurice was amazed at his reflection. He was very pretty. In cheap, tarty, I-want-a-man's-cock-in-me-right-now kind of way. Which is a very nice way. Thinking about how he would look to the world, particularly its men, Maurice was hugely humiliated and equally excited. Which to a sissyboy are two sides of the same coin. Men would want him. He could see that. It wasn't just his cruel, beastly Daddy who would feel that way. How did he feel about that? He hated it! And hated that his cock hadn't been limp since the notion of Maurice being with men or sissyboys had been raised. "You look delicious, Honey," Trevor said. "I'd pull your panties down right now and suck all your boy's cream out of you, but I know you wouldn't like that." Exactly right, Maurice thought!! Though the tiniest wisp of him was disappointed that Trevor didn't get on his knees and lick his cock for an hour or so. His little testicles were beginning to ache from all the unrequited arousal. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the Trevor-Maurice bedroom door. Trevor opened it. And there was Thomas. "Hi, Trevor. I just wanted to introduce myself to the new... Oh my! How beautiful you are. Maurice, is it?" Maurice blushed. Because a man said he was beautiful. What was happening to him? "Maurice, this is Mr. Slacker, one of the two full-time teachers. Can you say hello?" Maurice didn't like being talked to as if he were a seven-year-old. But he was taken aback at first by Mr. Slacker's good looks. He really was a handsome man. And quite young. Unlike that Dr. Teachwell, who was probably like 45. "Hello, Mr. Slacker," the dazed and confused boy said. Thomas gave Maurice his, "you're the most important, beautiful boy on earth" smile. Maurice actually gasped. Thomas had been a bit nervous about his first seduction, but all systems appeared to be go. There was a bit of small talk, during which Trevor slipped away. Then Thomas said, "It's such a nice day. Why don't we go for a walk in the park and we'll get ice cream?" Maurice wondered if ice cream was code for something gay. Thomas wondered if that lump in his shorts was all Maurice. Maurice agreed to the walk, though he began to regret it when men they passed started leering at him. Thomas found the perfect solution to that. He took Maurice's hand in his as they walked, telling all the gawkers who "owned" that particular sissyboy. Once that was established, Maurice was OK. He loved being dressed cooly on a warm day. He felt protected when Thomas held his hand. He liked Thomas. As a teacher. Not someone to entertain in one's anus. The ice cream was excellent. They enjoyed it together on a park bench and suddenly the world didn't look all that grim to Maurice any more. All that tension had made the boy tired, so when Thomas suggested that Maurice take a little nap, Maurice leaned against Thomas, encircled by his left arm and fell asleep. He only slept for 30 minutes, but awoke feeling refreshed and very friendly with Thomas. "Do you feel better now, Honey?" Maurice asked as the boy roused himself. "Oh, yes, Mr. Slacker. Thanks to you." Thomas saw a small opening and took it. He hugged Maurice with his left arm, said, "You're very pretty when you're asleep and even better when you're awake" and kissed the boy on the forehead. Which didn't seem gay at all to Maurice. Just sweet and nice. Nor did Thomas's kiss on Maurice's cheek. But when Thomas kissed Maurice's mouth lightly, Maurice may have wanted to consult a gayness umpire. To see if it was fair or foul. Regardless, the kiss felt very nice. And his thing was stiff again. Making his little spheres all achy. He kissed back. Opening his mouth a whisker to invite Thomas's tongue. Surrendering to a deep instinct he scarcely knew he had. Thomas's tongue accepted the invitation. Much to his surprised delight, ten-year-old Maurice was French-kissing his 25-year-old teacher on a public park bench in broad daylight. It was a great kiss. Deliciously satisfying, but unsettling too. Making Maurice even more needy. And his groin even more painful. After ten glorious minutes, Thomas broke the kiss and said, "That was awesome. You're not just beautiful. You're a generous, loving person." Maurice glowed at the praise, then winced at the pain in his testicles. "Do your balls hurt?" Thomas asked Maurice so directly that the boy almost giggled. Maurice nodded yes. "Mine do too," Thomas said. "There's only one cure for that. I think we should go back to Teachwell Academy and relieve the pressure. How does that sound." It sounded plausible to Maurice. But what did "relieve the pressure" mean? Was it gay? He didn't want to do anything gay. But he definitely needed his pressure relieved. "OK," Maurice said warily. Would Mr. Slacker think that Maurice was gay, like those other, horrid boys at Teachwell Academy? It was just a ten-minute tongue kiss. A friendly gesture to thank the man for the ice cream. On the walk back, Maurice held Thomas's hand yet again. And the stares from men that time were envious stares directed at Thomas. They wished they were Thomas. Hand-in-hand with that lovely boy he just tongue-kissed on the bench. They were going somewhere to fuck. No doubt about that. Maurice was wondering if Teachwell Academy had a little infirmary where they gave you a little pill to relieve the pressure in your testicles. He and Thomas would take their pills together. Sharing a glass of water and maybe another kiss. Maurice would like that. As long as it was just a kiss. But there was no infirmary. Just a walk up the stairs to Thomas's room. Where Maurice should definitely NOT have gone, but he did. And he should definitely NOT have let Thomas pull down his shorts and panties, but he did. But he most especially should NOT have allowed Thomas to take his boyish six-incher into his manly mouth and suck it so nicely as he ran a fingertip all over Maurice's anus until the boy was whimpering and panting and gasping and then... Relief! Lots of relief. In thick, creamy gobs. The first "relief" of that beautiful boy's life. Maurice screamed with joyful release as his orgasm consumed him. He whimpered a bit at the loss of his strict heterosexuality. But he would soon get over that. Maurice, it appeared, was ready to learn the things that a sissyboy needs to face a world of men eager to possess him. And he was to learn it at the world's finest institution of carnal education -- Teachwell Academy. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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