Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 13:18:07 +0100 (BST)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Caretaker

I had been at the senior all-boys school for two years, and thoroughly
enjoying it. There seemed to be mutual wanking going on everywhere, and I
was trying to get my share. I was spending many hours locked in a school
toilet each week, wanking off school friends and watching them cum. I also
had a secret friend. An older boy, about 16 had begun to take me into the
toilets. We started to meet regularly at the end of the school day and
spend 10 or 15 minutes in a cubicle. He had begun to kiss me, and I
realised that I liked it. I liked being in his arms, felling his lips on
mine, his tongue flicking in and out of my mouth, as my hand played down
inside his y-fronts, slowly feeling his cock stiffen to a full erection.
Because I liked him, I started to bend down and kiss the tip of his cock as
I wanked it. He seemed to enjoy it and soon I was letting him push his
helmet into my mouth, as I carried on wanking him. I felt and tasted good.

The summer holidays were approaching and I knew I was going to miss all
this for 6 weeks, but while delivering something to the staff room, I
overheard two teachers talking about the school caretaker, Mr James, who
lived alone in a flat next to the big gym store, overlooking the tennis
courts. They were saying that there were rumours that Mr James was
interfering with boys. I decided to take up tennis during the holidays, but
not tell anyone.

On the first day of the holiday I cycled to school, telling my mother that
I had tennis lessons. I rode up to the tennis courts, parked my bike and
got my racket out. I only had a few balls and started to hit them against
the wall of the gym store. Mr James came out and asked me what I was
doing. "Oh, hello Mr James. I wonder if I could use the tennis courts
please"? He looked looked at me for a moment and said. "Ok, I'll unlock the
gym store and changing rooms". Luckily I had brought my shorts in my gym
bag, and in minutes the changing rooms were unlocked and we both went
inside. In silence, I put my bag down and took out my white shorts. Mr
James was watching me from the doorway. "Why did you want to play tennis
Peter"? he asked, as I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. As I
hooked my fingers in the waistband of my y-fronts, and began to ease then
down, I answered "Just felt like it Mr James. Thought I'd play once or
twice a week all through the holidays, if that's ok"?

As I stepped out of my pants, I heard him approaching me. He sat on the
wooden bench seat right behind me and said "Oh that's ok Peter. Just as
long as I know you're here, and I can keep and eye on you" I bent over,
knowing that he was only a few feet away, and picked up my pants, folded
them and put them in my bag. "You are a lovely boy Peter" he
whispered. "I've noticed you before. You like to go into toilet cubicles
with other boys don't you"? I froze with fear. How did he know I
thought. "Please don't tell anyone" I blurted out. I felt his warm hand on
my bottom cheek, patting me gently. "It's alright Peter, don't worry. I
won't tell anyone about you're secret, as long as you are a good little boy
for me"

"What do you mean Sir"? I asked. His hand kept on patting my bare
bottom. "It's alright, don't worry. I understand how you feel. You like
touching other boys, don't you"? I just nodded. "And you like being touched
as well, don't you Peter"? I nodded again. "I'll let you into a little
secret Peter. I feel just the same. I like touching boys. Do you like me
touchting your bottom"? I had to think for a moment. I was still feeling
frightened, but I told myself to relax and moved my feet slightly further
apart to give him a better view. I began to wonder what a mans cock would
look like, and maybe I'd get to see Mr James's

"Yes Sir" I whispered "It feels nice" His hand stopped patting me, and just
cupped my bottom cheek. "That's good Peter" he whispered softly "I want to
be your friend, and be just like the friends you go into toilet cubicles
with. And you are going to be a good boy, aren't you"? His finger slipped
in between my cheeks and ran up and down over my boy-hole, sending waves of
pleasure through me. "Turn round Peter" he sighed "show me your penis. I'd
love to see it"

I slowly and nervously turned around untill I was facing him. He was
looking down at my cock. "Now you are going to be a good boy and let me
touch it aren't you" he asked. I just nodded. "Here, sit on my knee" he
said patting his thigh. I plonked my bare bottom on his knee and watched as
he took hold of my cock and began to play with it. In seconds I began to
relax, and then my cock started to stiffen. "Is that nice Peter"? I nodded
and rested my head on his shoulder, watching as he fondled me. After a
minute or two, I was really enjoying it, and planted a brief kiss on his
cheek to show him that I liked it, then another and another. Mr James
turned his head and suddenly his lips were on mine. I automatically opened
my mouth and his tongue slid inside. I could feel that he was now wanking
me off. The kisses were getting more passionate, and suddenly I was cuming
my schoolboy cream. I looked down to see the last of it ouzingout. Sorry
Sir" I sighed .

"That's ok Peter. Did you enoy me wanking you off "? I nodded
nervously. "Good" he answered "Now you better take a quick shower". I
jumped off his lap and went into the shower room. "Let me turn the water on
for you Peter. It'll take a moment to come through warm" The water started
to flow and I stood there naked. Mr James came over to me and put his arm
around my waist. "We're going to be good friends arnen't we Peter?. You'll
let me touch you and I'll let you touch me. That'll be nice won't it"? He
pulled me to him and it seemd the right thing to do, so I eased my arm
around his waist, and slid my hand down the back of his gym bottoms, down
under the waistband of his underpants, and started to fondle his bare
bottom cheek. "That feels so nice Peter. Does it feel good to be touching
me"? I nodded again and received a lovely long kiss.

"Now go and have a quick shower Peter, while I watch" I stepped under the
nice warm water and looked over at him. He had sat down on a wooden bench
and was easing a hand down inside his gym bottoms. As I washed myself, he
began to play with his cock. I could see the familiar movements. I turned
my back to him and bent over, slowly washing between the cheeks of my
bottom. "Oh Peter" he whispered "that does look nice. I'd love to take some
photos of you like that. Showing me your secret little boy hole. I'd like
to play with that. Would you like me to"?: I stood up, turned around and
blurted out "Yes sir" and began to rub myself while watching him wanking
himself off inside his gym bottoms.

He took his hand out of his gym bottoms and stood up. He reached for a
spare towel and walked over to me with it. He turned the water off, slipped
the huge towel around me shoulders and cuddled me to him. "Fancy a cup of
coffee Peter"? he asked "we could go next door to my flat, and I could get
my camera out. You could do some more posing for me. Would you like that
Peter, getting into all sorts of positions for me"? I nodded and again
slipped my arms around his waist. As I lifted my head, his lips found mine,
and my hands slid down the back of his gym bottoms and underpants to
carress him. "Come on Peter" he said, breaking away and taking my hand. I
was led through a door into an inner corridor, and then to his front
door. He fumbled for his key, and in seconds we were inside. He closed the
door and pulled me to him again. I let the towel drop to the floor and felt
his arms around my naked body. Two or three long kisses, then he said
"We're all alone Peter, and no-one can see us. Does anyone know that you're
here"? I shook my head "Good" he said, "That's how it must remain. I want
you to come here as often as possible, so that we can be alone
together. Does that sound good Peter"? I nodded. Another long kiss and his
hands slid down my back and onto my bottom cheeks. I was pulled to him so
hard that I could feel the bulge in his gym bottoms, against my groin. How
I longed to touch him.

I was led through to his bedroom. "Lay on my bed Peter, and I'll find the
camera" I obeyed without question, and laid on my tummy, with my legs apart
to show him my boy-hole. I could hear him moving around the room, but kept
my head buried in the pillow, wondering what was about to happen. "That's
it Peter, you look very nice like that" he whispered. I heard the camera
click several times, then felt the bed move. "Just going in for a close-up
Peter" I felt a hand on my bottom cheeks, fingers parting my cheeks, lots
of clicks, then OOOhhh, I felt a finger running down between my cheeks
until it touched my boy-hole, then it stopped and began to push. More
clicks, then my boy-hole gave way and I felt is fingertip slip inside
me. There was no pain,and it felt lovely. I lifted my hips as a sign that I
was loving it. The finger slid in further. "Oh Peter, you're so lovely and
tight. Does it feel nice, having my finger inside you"? "Oh yes mr James,
it feels lovely" I sighed into the pillow.

End of Part 1