Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 08:37:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boarding School Teacher ? Part 5

Boarding School Teacher -- Part 5
By Bill

Time: January, 1978

Brian stood in the hallway, facing the closed door, his
hand poised to knock.  His heart was thumping in his chest
as he hesitated and wavered between the desire for sexual
adventure and an impulse to flee back to his own room.  The
beautiful 12-year-old never would have imagined himself
doing this... not until last night.  That's when his
roommate Tommy had introduced Brian to the amazing world of
boyhood sexuality. And, even more excitingly, Tommy had
described the incredibly erotic things that Mr. Jenkins had
done with him.

Inside the room, Mark Jenkins sat at his desk preparing to
teach the next day's classes. It was 4:00 in the afternoon.
The day-students had gone home, and the teacher had changed
out of his standard coat-and-tie daytime attire and into
sweat pants and a comfortable polo shirt.  Though he tried
to stay focused on outlining an American History lecture,
Mark's mind kept wandering to thoughts of sexual encounters
with fresh young 7th- and 8th-grade boys... alternating
with memories of his incredibly-erotic liaison with Tony,
the sexually-dominant 9th grader for whom Mark had become a
submissive slut.  He was even thinking about what it would
be like to become involved with Mr. Hensen, the middle-aged
teacher who seemed to be a ringleader of illicit sexual
activity here at Hardcrest Prep.  The knock at his door
startled Mark out of his erotic daydreams.

"Come in," said the teacher, looking down at his lap to
make sure his erection wasn't obvious.

"Hi Mr. Jenkins," said the boy softly, as he entered and
closed the door behind himself.  "Are you busy?"

"No; not at all, Brian!  Come on in.  How come you aren't
outside playing in the snow, with all the other guys?"

The man couldn't keep from starring at the boy... his
fashionably-long blond hair... a face so exquisite that he
would be a natural for modeling high-end boys' clothing...
and a sexy body that was nearing pubescence.

"I did that yesterday," said the boy.  "I decided I'd
rather be warm and comfortable."  And he definitely looked
comfortable now, dressed appropriately for the well-heated
boarding corridor.  At Tommy's suggestion, Brian had
changed into skimpy athletic shorts with an elastic
waistband, and a tucked-in tee shirt that clung to his
slender boyish torso.  "Mr. Jenkins... I was wondering..."
he said in a slightly nervous tone.  "Tommy showed me the
book you let him borrow, and...."  His eyes looked over at
the bookshelf above the teacher's desk.

"You'd like to check out my books too?" asked Mark,
finishing the boy's sentence.

"Yeah!  Could you show me some?"

"I'd be glad to, Brian.  What sorts of things are you
interested in?  History?  Art?"

"Art would be cool," said blond-haired beauty.

Mark's mind immediately clicked into seduction-mode. His
brain buzzed with excitement at the prospect of embarking
on a new erotic adventure, seeing how far things might go
with this incredibly sexy boy who had been featured in many
of the teacher's sexual fantasies since the semester began.

Mark had no way of knowing that Brian had been fantasizing
too... thinking all day about what might happen if he went
to Mr. Jenkins' room and made himself available for the
kinds of things that Tommy had described.

Mark took a large volume down from the shelf and set it
down on the desk.  The title read "Orientalist Art of the
19th Century".

"This is a good one... history and art combined, with lots
of really nice pictures.  Back in the 1800's, European
artists became fascinated with Islamic culture, especially
in North Africa and the Ottoman Empire.  It seemed very
exotic and sensuous to them, and they captured that feeling
in their paintings.  A lot of these pictures are the work
of artists who traveled to the Ottoman Empire, which was
ruled by a powerful Sultan, and was seemingly stuck in a
medieval time-warp.  Come closer and I'll show you the best
pictures."

Brian stood right next to the seated man, their bodies
almost touching, mere millimeters apart.

"Do you know what a harem is?" asked Mark.  And without
waiting for a reply, he continued.  "Back in the old days,
when these pictures were painted, the richest and most
powerful men in Islamic countries would keep a large number
of beautiful women in their palaces."  As he spoke, he
turned the pages to large color pictures of palace scenes
with sensuous young women, posing individually or in
groups, in various stages of nudity.  Nearly all were
blatantly displaying their shapely bare breasts, and many
were shown completely naked and lounging on cushions or by
pools of water. Sometimes a black-skinned eunuch slave
would be standing guard; other times their master would be
watching his slave-women as he lounged in a loose flowing
robe.  It was essentially 19th Century soft-core porn.
"Some of the harem girls would be his wives, while others
would be his slaves -- concubines they're called - that the
master would keep hidden away in his palace to use for his
sexual pleasure."  Mark looked out of the corner of his eye
to see if this last remark produced the desired reaction in
Brian.  It did.  The boy was looking at the pictures with
rapt attention, and the front of his shorts was pushing out
a bit.

Just then, Brian moved his body closer to Mark, causing
their legs to touch lightly for a few seconds, then drew
back again.  A few seconds later, the boy brought their
legs together again, holding the contact a bit longer.

Mark's heart skipped a beat. Had this been intentional?
Glancing up at Brian again, Mark saw that the boy was now
looking back at him, rather than at the book.  Mark's
intuition was getting a clear signal: He wants me too!

The teacher's right hand carefully reached over and touched
the back of Brian's right thigh, just above the knee.  The
boy didn't flinch, but Mark heard a sharp intake of breath.
He moved his hand up slightly; still no sign of rejection.

"What do you think of this one?" said the teacher, turning
to a particularly-sexy picture of a women lying naked on a
leopard-skin rug.  "Look closely at that detail."  As he
spoke, Mark's right hand slid gently up the boy's bare
thigh, over his pants-covered hip, and around the boy's
waist.  He gently drew the boy closer, between his spread
legs.  "Here; sit on my knee so you can see it better."

"OK," said Brian, as he perched sideways atop Mark's left
thigh.  As the teacher wrapped his left arm around the
student's waist, he leaned close and inhaled.  Ah, so
wonderful!  The soap-smell from his mid-day locker-room
shower mixed perfectly with the sensuous boy-scent that
Mark found utterly intoxicating.  After turning the page to
a new picture, while discussing the history and sociology
of the Muslim world of the 19th Century, his right hand
came to rest on Brian's knee, and then began to move slowly
up along the bare skin toward the ultimate treasure of the
boy's crotch.

An erotic shiver ran through Brian's body as the teacher's
hand glided slowly back and forth along the baby-softness
of the boy's upper thigh.

"Are you ok with what we're doing?" asked Mark casually.
"If you're uncomfortable about anything, I'll stop."

"It's fine.  I don't mind," said Brian, trying to keep his
voice calm.  But his face was blushing, his heart was
beating fast inside his chest, and his boyish penis was
completely stiff inside his pants.  The 12-year-old parted
his slender legs slightly, inviting further exploration.

Mark's brain let out a silent cheer.  "Let me show you
another good one," said the man as he flipped forward in
the book.  "This is called The Snake Charmer, by a French
artist named Gerome."  [Note: Do a Google Images search for
the picture!]

The picture showed a completely naked boy, the same age as
Brian, standing in the middle of an ornate palace room.  A
large snake is coiled loosely around the boy's shoulders
and upper body.  An old man sits cross-legged on the floor
playing a flute, while the master of the palace and his
courtiers watch the boy. The sexual innuendo was obvious,
with the fat snake slithering over the naked body and the
boy's shapely buttocks prominently displayed as the
picture's focal point.

"Wow!" said Brian softly.

Mark's right hand eased farther up Brian's thigh, beneath
the loose shorts, until his fingertips touched the leg seam
of the cotton briefs and moved very slowly along it.  Mark
held his breath as he waited for Brian's reaction.  To the
teacher's delight, the 7th grader glanced up from the book
to look into Mark's eyes, smiling shyly.  Brian turned his
attention back to the painting as Mark slowly worked his
fingers upward onto the front of the underpants.

"Many of the Ottoman sultans kept a harem of boys for their
pleasure too... the most beautiful boys gathered from all
over the Empire," said Mark, momentarily entranced at the
thought.  His fingertips cautiously grazed against the
rigid boy-boner that was tenting the snug underpants.
"Take a look at this picture; it's one of my favorites."
Mark turned some pages to a painting of four boys in their
youthful prime, totally naked, relaxing in and around a
small courtyard pool. Three boys were seen from the side or
back, displaying their sexy butts.  The fourth was seen
from the front, standing in water that half-covered his
genitals, exposing the hairless base of his boyish penis.
In the shadows at the edge of the painting stood a finely
dressed man, gazing with obvious lust at his harem-boys.

"When I was your age, and I first saw this book," said
Mark; "I used to fantasize what it would be like if I were
a slave in the Sultan's boy-harem... lounging naked around
the pool with the other boys, living a luxurious life,
eating the finest food, listening to music, and having fun.
And I would imagine what it would be like when the Sultan
chose me from among all the other boys to be with him for
an evening of pleasure."

"Wow," said Brian wistfully, as he continued looking at the
picture, biting gently at his lower lip.

"I'll tell you secret," Mark continued.  "When I was around
13, my best friend and I liked to play a fantasy game,
where one of us would be the Sultan and the other would be
the slave-boy.  We would take turns with the two roles.
And the Sultan could command the slave to do anything...
anything at all." Mark's fingers delicately fondled the
stiff erection through the soft cotton underpants as he
spoke.  "And we especially liked to command each other to
do sexual things," he added, in a low, sensuous voice.

Brian looked back at the teacher, his face glowing with
excitement, and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Mark knew it was time to make his move.  His hand slid up
all the way underneath Brian's underpants, directly onto
the stiff penis.  As the teacher fondled the incredibly
sexy boy-cock, Brian softly gasped with youthful lust.

"Brian?" said Mark softly, as his fingertips rubbed the
slender crown of the boy's circumcised penis.  "How would
you like to play that fantasy game with me?  You pretend to
be a harem-slave... and I'll be the Sultan."

The boy grinned, even as his body was squirming with
pleasure from the stimulation of Mark's erotic touch.

"What do I need to do?" asked Brian.

"First, you need to let me take all of your clothes off, so
you're naked like the boys in the pictures," said the man,
as his fingers began sliding up and down the slender shaft
of the boy's cock.  "Since you'd be my slave, you'd do
whatever I commanded... and let me do anything I wanted to
you... just like if I was really your master.  I promise it
will be really fun.  And of course, anytime you don't want
to do something, or stop the game completely, we'll stop.
So what do you say?  Does that sound good?"

"Yeah!" said the bright-eyed boy enthusiastically.

"Before we start, tell me honestly, Brian; have you ever
done sex-play with anyone before?"

Brian blushed.  "Yes... but not until last night."

"With Tommy, right?"

Brian grinned as the memory of their play filled his brain,
and he bobbed his head a few times, quickly.

"Did you and Tommy feel each other's penis, like I'm doing
to you now?"

"Yeah!"

"And did you suck each other's penis?"

Brian giggled and bobbed his head again.

"Did Tommy tell you about the things he and I did
yesterday?"  Mark suspected that Tommy would tell his
roommate and, indeed, had actually hoped he would.

"Ye-..." Brian began, but then quickly stopped himself.
"I'm not getting him in trouble, am I?"

"No, Brian; not at all!" said the teacher, as he hugged the
boy.  "Tommy and I had a really good time together, and I
want you to have the same kind of pleasure."  The wheels
inside Mark's brain were already making plans for arranging
a three-way with both of the sexy boys.

Brian breathed a sigh of relief.  Then he looked deeply
into Mark's eyes and said: "I think I'd really like to play
the fantasy game now, where I'm the slave-boy and you're my
master."

"Great!" said Mark, as he gave the boy another hug.  Then
he lifted Brian to his feet while remaining seated himself.
"Go lock my door," said Mark, as he turned on the desk-top
radio to muffle the sounds of sex that would soon fill the
room.  When Brian returned, Mark motioned for him to stand
close, between the teacher's wide-spread legs. "I'm going
to strip off your clothes, nice and slowly, starting with
your shirt.  Raise your arms up, slave."  The teacher
lifted the bottom of the tee-shirt slowly, revealing the
boy's taut belly, his slender chest with its tiny light-tan
nipples, and his smooth arm-pits.  Then he pulled the shirt
completely off.

"Put your hands behind your head, slave, with your fingers
intertwined," said the man.  Brian was excited by the
game... excited to be called "slave"... and he assumed the
submissive posture immediately, folding his fingers
together behind his head. Mark's hands gently roamed all
around the boy's beautiful upper-body, giggling as the man
caressed his arm-pits.

"Now for your pants."  Mark's fingers slid into the elastic
waistband of the loose athletic shorts, easing them down
the boy's hips, and his hands caressed Brian's smooth
slender legs the whole way down.  Gazing at the 12-year-old
beauty, clothed only in his snug white briefs, the man was
stunned by the incredible eroticism of the sight.  He
reached out and massaged the front of the boy's underpants,
tented-out by the boyish boner beneath.  Brian inhaled
sharply, his face glowing with excitement, as he awaited
what would be coming next.

"Are you ready for the next part, harem-boy?"

"Yes, sir.  I mean... yes, Master," said Brian, his voice
soft but eager.

"That's right. I'm your master; the Sultan of the Ottoman
Empire.  And you are my favorite slave in the boy-harem."
Mark's hands caressed the boy's flawless body as he spoke.
"And I command that you be completely naked, so I can see
and feel every part of your body."  His hand rubbed Brian's
stiff penis again though the soft briefs, while his other
hand moved around to massage the boy's slender rounded
butt.  "Strip naked for your master's pleasure.  Take off
your underpants, slave-boy."

Brian was grinning broadly as he hooked his thumbs into the
waistband on each side and slowly pulled the briefs all the
way down, exposing his exquisite finger-size erection.  The
sight of its absolute beauty took Mark's breath away
momentarily.  The boy's penis was approaching puberty, but
clearly wasn't there yet.  There wasn't a single hair above
the 4-inch [10 cm] cock or on the small rounded ball-sack
that held marble-size orbs.

Brian stepped out of the underwear and looked down at his
erection, then at Mark's adoring face.  It was clear to him
that the teacher really DID like the way his body looked.
The boy hoped fervently that the man would do the same
things that Tommy had described.

"Mr. Jenk-, I mean... Master?"  said Brian cautiously.
"Are you gonna, you know, suck my penis?"

Mark wanted to say "Oh God! Yes!!"  But instead he replied
in-character, in a theatrical voice.  "A harem-boy's duty
is to give pleasure to his master.  But if I decide that it
gives me pleasure to suck my slave's penis...."  Instead of
finishing the thought, he gave Brian a sly wink.

"Yes, Master!" said Brian with a grin.

"Come sit on my lap now."

As Brian perched himself sideways across Mark's lap, the
man's arms wrapped around him, hugging the naked boy close.
Without being instructed, Brain returned the hug, with arms
slung around the man's neck.  The teacher nuzzled his face
into Brian's soft blond hair, inhaling once again of the
luscious boy-scent.  As his fingers fondled Brian's slender
erection, Mark brought his mouth right next to the boy's
ear, teased it with his hot breath, and whispered: "Kiss me
slave-boy.  See if you can please your master with your
lips and tongue."

The boy looked apprehensive for a moment, and then said in
a sweet, innocent voice "I've never done it before, Master.
Could you teach me how to kiss?"

Mark's heart melted as he brushed his lips against the
boy's cheek, and said: "Just copy what I do at first, and
when you get the hang of it, do whatever feels right."

The man wet his lips, and the boy imitated him.  Their lips
came together softly, slowly, sensuously.  The boy was a
fast learner - a naturally good kisser - and the initial
tenderness soon grew increasingly passionate.  Mark's hands
were now exploring every reachable part of Brian's naked
body, and the 12-year-old responded by hugging even tighter
to his teacher's neck.  When Mark's lips finally opened and
the tip of his tongue cautiously emerged, Brian responded
immediately and joyfully with his own tongue, seeming to
know by instinct how to proceed.

The kissing became hungry and aggressive, as their tongues
slithered and wrestled together, slipping in and out of
each other's mouths.  Sounds of pleasure emerged as they
kissed - low moans of satisfaction from the teacher and
high-pitched cooing from the student.

The boy would have happily continued indefinitely with this
kissing and snuggling and fondling, but Mark had other
plans.  He broke the kiss, looked lovingly at Brian, gave
him a warm smile, and nudged the excited boy off his lap.

"Time for the next part of pleasuring your Sultan, slave-
boy," he said as they both stood up. "Remove my clothes."

"Yes, Master," said the grinning boy.

Brian eased the polo shirt up and over Mark's head,
exposing the 23-year-old's wiry-muscled torso. With
consistent gym work-outs, Mark had retained his trim
physique, and he remained at the weight at which he had
wrestled in college -- 145 pounds [65 kg].  His upper-body
was smooth, nearly devoid of hair except for the soft tufts
at his arm-pits.   Brian gazed lovingly at Mark's masculine
body.  "You're really strong!" said the boy in a low,
breathy voice, as his hands reached up and felt the man's
pecs and biceps and broad shoulders.  Mark took the boy's
hands in his own and brought them down to the waistband of
the sweat-pants

"Take down my pants, slave-boy."

The boy obeyed instantly, pulling down the sweat-pants but
leaving the slim-fit boxer shorts.  Mark reached down and
pulled his straining erection from the slit in the front of
the boxers, letting it protrude obscenely. Brian stared at
the gracefully-shaped phallus as if it were one of the
wonders of the world.

"Wow!  Nice!" murmured the boy.

"Feel it up, slave."

"Yes, Master!"  Brian's hand trembled slightly as it
wrapped around Mark's throbbing erection, feeling its heat.
At 5.5 inches [14 cm], it was neither long nor thick.  But
it seemed big and powerful to Brian, who had never seen an
erection other than his own and his roommate's.

"Get down on your knees, and pull down my undershorts."

Brian sank to the floor, still holding the stiff cock in
his hand.  Then he let go, took hold of the waistband, and
pulled down, careful to extricate the straining erection.
To the boy's immediate surprise, Mark's crotch was devoid
of pubic hair. Brian looked up with a quizzical expression.

"I thought that men had...."

"They do," said Mark, pre-empting the question.  "But I
shave my hair there so it's nice and smooth.  Feel it."

Brian's small hands wandered over the erection, the smooth
pubic area, and the shaved balls.

"It's really sexy!" said the kneeling boy as he continued
his fondling.

Mark had no intention of revealing that he had shaved his
hair that morning, for the very first time, in response to
Tony's command of the night before.  But what had begun as
an act of subservience to the dominant 15-year-old, had
ended up satisfying Mark both esthetically and sexually.
The size of his cock and balls had changed little since he
was 14 years old.  That was same age he'd been when his
joyous experiences with boyhood sex-play had ended.  But
now that his sexual adventures with boys had been revived,
almost 10 years later, his shaved genitals made him feel
like a 14-year-old boy again... and he loved the way it
looked and felt!

"Should I suck it, Master?" said Brian, still in-character,
as his hand gently stroked the young-teen-sized cock.

"Oh, yes!" gasped the man, momentarily surprised and
greatly aroused that the boy was eager to orally serve him.

Brian had given oral pleasure only once in his life, when
he sucked Tommy's barely-pubescent dick the previous night.
But he had been fantasizing all day about what it would be
like to take Mr. Jenkins' penis into his mouth, and the
thought of it excited him tremendously.  Holding the man's
handsome erection in his hand, he brought his mouth close
and cautiously extended his tongue to lick along the ridge
of the finely shaped cock-head.  His tongue moved all
around the smooth sensitive flesh, and then his lips
enveloped the entire knob.

"Oh, yeah! Suck it!" groaned the man.  "Suck it good,
slave-boy!"  Mark's fingers slid through Brian's long
golden hair, gently pulling the boy's head forward to take
more of the cock into his mouth.  "Ahhhh!  So nice...."

Brian's efforts were more enthusiastic than talented, but
he was determined to pleasure his handsome teacher as
intensely as he possibly could.  As Brian's hand gripped
the base of the penis, his lips slid up and down along the
top third of the handsome, sleek shaft, and his tongue
swirled all the shapely glans.

"Suck me!  Ah, yes... SUCK me!"  The intense pleasure of
being serviced by this beautiful blond-haired angel was
almost too intense to bear.  Mark was so primed that after
only a couple minutes of the boy's efforts, the teacher
felt his orgasm rising up.  Tempted as he was to let go and
shoot a load of cum into Brian's pretty mouth, he forced
himself to make the experience last.  "Stop for a minute.
Let's go over to my bed."

Mark helped Brian to his feet and then easily picked the
slender boy up so that he was cradled in the man's arms.

"You have such a perfect mouth, slave-boy.  Kiss me again."

And this time, when their lips met, both tongues engaged
immediately, flicking and teasing.  Brian hugged Mark's
neck as they kissed, the toes of his shapely feet curled
tightly, and his body shivered with sexual pleasure.

Mark walked to his bed and gently laid the boy down.  As
the man stood over him watching, Brian stretched his body
like a cat, looking up at the man with anticipation.

"I don't think you realize just how sexy you are!  You're
the most beautiful boy I've ever seen!"

Brian blushed at the compliment, but his eyes sparkled with
delight at how much he pleased the handsome young teacher.
"Maybe you could SHOW me how sexy you think I am," he said
coyly.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do, slave-boy!"

Mark grabbed Brian's ankles and turned his body 90 degrees,
so that the boy's butt was positioned at the side of the
bed.  Holding both boyish feet up, the teacher brought his
mouth down to one of them and began licking and sucking the
sexy toes.

"That tickles!" giggled the youngster, though he wasn't
making any effort to pull his foot away.  In fact, he was
fingering his stiff boner to enhance his pleasure.

"I'm the Sultan, and I can tickle my harem-boy anytime I
want," said Mark playfully.  And with that, he switched to
the other foot, kissing and licking it all over, including
the soft ticklish flesh of the arch, making Brian shriek
with happy laughter.

"Shhh!" said the teacher.  "Gotta keep the noise down; ok?"

"Oh; sorry!"

"Now let's see if another part of you is ticklish," said
Mark.  He dropped to his knees beside the bed and spread
Brian's thighs wide apart, fully exposing the beauty of his
pre-pubescent genitals.  The man studied the youthful
erection for a few seconds before leaning in and capturing
it in his mouth.

`Oh, God... YES!' he thought to himself.  This was the
ultimate erotic pleasure - sucking the perfect-sized cock
of a perfectly-beautiful 12-year-old boy!

It was so effortless to slide his lips all the way down to
the hairless base of Brian's boner; so much easier than an
older boy's cock intruding at the entrance of his throat.
He could move his lips up and down Brian's slender shaft,
taking it to the hilt as rapidly as he wanted... and that's
exactly what he did, striving to see how quickly he could
bring the boy to orgasm.  He was sure it would be a dry cum
and, unlike an adolescent, Brian would be capable of
climaxing time after time in rapid succession.

The boy was whimpering and moaning as his body thrashed on
the bed in throes of sexual pleasure.  Although Brian had
been sucked to orgasm the previous night by Tommy, the
teacher was far more skilled and intense in his technique.
As the muscles of the boy's body tensed and his hands
clenched tightly at the bed-covers, Mark's mouth moved up
and down the slender penis-shaft faster than he'd even done
it before, and his hands kneaded the boy's shapely round
butt cheeks.

Brian's hips began to jerk up, rapidly fucking his boyish
boner with desperate urgency into Mark's mouth.  His breath
came in ragged gasps until suddenly... "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!
AAARRRGGGHHH!"  Brian's breath was expelled in one long
groaning release, followed by rhythmic high-pitched squeals
as the shuddering orgasm ravaged through his young body.
Spasms made his boy-boner vibrate in Mark's mouth, as the
man kept sucking him.

Then Mark pulled his mouth away and looked down at the
split-slick little penis, still totally erect.  Shifting
his gaze up to Brian's face, he saw the boy looking back,
slightly dazed, with a goofy grin.

"I'll bet you're ready for some more fun, huh?" said Mark.

The boy's face lit up.  "Yeah!" he said at once.  "What are
we gonna do now... Master?"

"You'll see, slave-boy.  You'll do whatever your Sultan
commands.  Now slide over and let me lie beside you."

Brian giggled, squirming with excitement as he moved his
body lengthwise on the bed, and his hand reached down to
fondle himself.

Mark got onto the bed and snuggled against the boy, both of
them on their sides, lying front-to-front.  They slid into
each others' arms and began to kiss again.  As the passion
of their kissing grew, their bodies rubbed together, hands
caressing and stroking.  In a quick movement, Mark rolled
with the boy so that Brian was lying on top of the man.
Brian lay between Mark's spread legs, with their cocks in
perfect alignment, and the 12-year-old instinctively began
thrusting his hips, sliding his erection against the man's.
Mark's hands massaged the boy's sexy butt cheeks, loving
the way Brian's taut muscles flexed as the boy made the
fucking motions.

"Oh my god!  That feels incredible, Brian!"  The role-play
was forgotten for the moment.

"Yeah!  It's really cool!  Tommy and me did this with each
other last night."

As Brian joyfully continued to rub his stiff boner along
the shaft of Mark's larger erection, the teacher decided it
was time to take things up a notch.  He brought the middle
finger of his right hand to his mouth and loaded it with
his spit.  Then his hands pulled the boy's flexing buttocks
slightly apart, and the slippery finger slid lightly across
Brian's anal pucker.  A sharp intake of breath and a
surprised smile signaled Brian's pleasure and acceptance.
Mark's finger began stimulating the virgin ass-hole more
brazenly, penetrating slightly into the circle of muscle.
Brian stopped thrusting his hips forward and instead pushed
his ass upward to savor the anal stimulation, moaning with
pleasure.

Then Mark paused, pulling his finger away for a moment,
looking into Brian's eyes and seeking a reaction.

"Do you like that, slave?"

"Ohhhh, yes!  It felt awesome!" gasped the boy.  "Please...
do it some more!"

"I'll do something even better.  Turn your body around so
you're still on top, but facing around the other way, and
start sucking my cock."  Brian looked puzzled for a moment.
"I command it, slave-boy!" said Mark, with a wink.

"Yes, Master!"  Brian flipped his body around to the 69
position. He lifted the man's stiff penis in his hand and
brought his mouth down onto the cock-head, sucking and
licking at it enthusiastically.

Due to the man's taller stature, the boy's ass-hole was
easily reached by Mark's tongue.  As Brian straddled Mark's
body and sucked his cock, the man propped a foam pillow
under his head, spread the boy's ass-cheeks apart and began
rimming his delicate anus.

Brian's ass pressed back into Mark's face.  High-pitched
squeals, muffled by the man's cock in his mouth, emanated
from the 12-year-old's throat.

Mark had only recently discovered how much he enjoyed
rimming a boy, and how much the boys loved getting rimmed.
With some of his young friends at his previous school, Mark
had been able to bring them to orgasm just from licking
their asses.  And it seemed quite probable from Brian's
response to the rimming that it would elicit an anal orgasm
this time too.

The man's tongue worked fiercely on the clean, pink anus,
alternating licks of the broad surface of his tongue with
fluttering flicks and probing penetrations using the tip.
It wasn't long before Brian, lost in his pleasure, stopped
sucking Mark's cock.  The groans and sighs were now
unmuffled, and Brian's upper body lifted upright, pressing
his ass down onto the teacher's face.

As Mark's tongue cork-screwed into the musky entrance of
the boy's virgin love-hole, Brian's squealing pleasure
noises reach a crescendo.  Suddenly, a trembling orgasm
surged through Brian's body, and his anal muscle spasmed
against the man's probing tongue, accompanied by moans of
utter ecstasy.

But when Mark stopped licking, expecting Brian to flop down
beside him in exhaustion, the boy was hungry for more.

"Oh, please!  Lick my bottom-hole again!  It's so awesome
to get the magic feeling!  Please?  Please, Master?"

How could Mark resist?  Even though his tongue was sore
from the energetic effort, he started up again, eager to
give Brian yet another "magic feeling".  But this time, he
also snaked his hands around the boy's body to masturbate
the stiff boy-penis and fondle the immature balls.  As his
tongue licked vigorously at the boy's quivering ass-hole,
the thumb and two fingers of Mark's right hand brushed
rapidly across Brian's acorn-shaped glans, and the
fingertips of his left hand tickled and fondled the round
ball-sack.  It didn't take long this time... almost as if
the boy's previous dry-orgasm had flowed right into the
next... as the additional stimulation sent Brian over the
edge again, squirming and squealing with intense sexual
pleasure.

Though Brian would surely have liked it to continue, having
orgasm after orgasm with a tongue rimming his ass-hole,
Mark had other thoughts. Easing the boy off of him and
standing up, the man said "Now it's time for your master's
pleasure, slave-boy.  Lie on your back.  Pull your legs
apart and up.  That's right.  Now rub your bottom-hole with
your finger, like I was doing with my tongue."

Brian's index finger immediately probed into his wet,
slippery ass-hole, and a big smile spread across his face.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah!" said the boy.

"Keep doing it.  See if you can make your hole flex open so
you can slide your finger in easier. Push out with the
muscle, and it'll be even better."

As Brian practiced winking his anus open and finger-fucking
himself, Mark went across the room and got the bottle of
lubricant from the dresser.  Bringing it back to the bed,
he dribbled some of it onto Brian's ass and fingers, making
the penetration much easier.

"Now do two fingers, slave."

"Oh, yeah!" Brian gasped as he compiled. "That feels nice!"

As Mark applied a generous amount of lube to his own stiff
cock, he watched Brian enthusiastically thrusting two
fingers into his ass-hole, while he masturbated himself
with his other hand.

"Now I'm going to put my cock into your bottom-hole.  It
may feel weird at first, but I think you'll like it after
we've been doing it for a couple minutes.  You're still my
slave, right?"

"Yes, Master!"  Brian had loved receiving the anal
stimulation so far, and he had no reason to doubt the
teacher's word.

"Take your fingers out of your hole and lie back.  Put that
pillow under your hips to prop them up and just relax."

Mark positioned himself between Brian's legs and pushed one
of the thighs back.  Holding his slippery cock in his hand,
he rubbed it back and forth against Brian's sensitive anal
flesh. "Flex your hole open, like you were doing before, as
I push in.  After you get used to it being inside you, I'll
be moving my cock back and forth.  You may have heard guys
talking about fucking.  Well, I'm going to fuck you.  OK?"

"OK," said Brian trustingly.

Mark went very slowly, and he was glad for once that his
cock was slender and relatively small.  He looked down at
the Brian's face, seeing him concentrate on opening himself
to the penetration of the man's cock-head, but he didn't
appear uncomfortable.  `He's so beautiful!' thought the
man.  Mark's lube-slick hand reached for Brian's penis,
still rigidly erect, even after three orgasms, and he
masturbated it in slow, firm, slippery strokes. The boy
gave a little gasp of pleasure, smiling up at the man.
Mark resumed his slow penetration, pushing in another
centimeter, pausing, and then pushing in some more.
Slowly, surely, the lubed boner disappeared into Brian's
virgin ass.

Sweat beaded on the man's forehead, as he struggled to take
it with agonizingly slowness.  His body wanted to fuck the
boy with reckless abandon, plowing his tight ass and
filling his rectum with cum, but Mark's brain knew that
this way was best.

"I'm almost in all the way.  How are you doing?"

"It's good!" said the boy, as his body squirmed from the
stimulation of the lubed masturbation. "I like it!"

"I'm going to move my cock in and out now," said Mark.
"Let me know if you need me to stop."

"OK.  But I think it'll be fine."

"That's my boy!"  Mark bent down and kissed Brian's mouth,
and the 12-year-old wrapped his arms around the man's neck
and kissed him back.

"Hold me tight," whispered the boy, as his slender legs
wrapped around Mark's hips.  Mark enveloped the student in
a hug, feeling a surge of love and lust.

"I'm ready for it now," said Brian.  "I'm ready for you to
fuck me."

Their lips and tongues joined in a passionate kiss as Mark
began to move his hips.  He went slowly at first, sliding
his straining cock gently back and forth in the tight
rectum.  Brian hugged even tighter and kissed even more
fiercely as Mark's hips began to thrust faster.  The boy's
legs began pulling the man in deeper at each inward thrust,
and before long, Mark was fucking the boy in a steady
rhythm, moving the full length of his boner inside Brian's
hot, slippery boy-pussy.

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" gasped Brian, each time the man's cock
drove into him.  "Yes!  Oh, YES!"

Mark was in heaven.  The experience matched and exceeded
his most intense fantasies... fucking such a beautiful
boy... the perfect age... and a virgin who was not only
willing, but moaning with pure pleasure beneath Mark's
urgent, ecstatic thrusts.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Master!  Oh, yes; FUCK ME!!"

Mark couldn't restrain his rutting lust, and his hips began
to move in rapid piston-strokes, desperate for the release
of a glorious orgasm.  His entire body was consumed by the
growing wave of intense erotic tension.  And when the wave
finally crashed, Mark was lost in a whole new universe of
existence... a dimension of total sexual pleasure.  Each
spurt of semen from his cock made his entire body convulse
in delicious spasms. He held the boy's young body tightly,
and Brian hugged back with equal passion.

Finally, their bodies became still.  They could feel each
other's hearts pounding inside their chests as they clung
together.  Aftershocks of orgasmic pleasure made Mark's
penis spasm inside Brian's body, and the boy squeezed his
ass-muscles around it in response.

"Ahhhh... that was so good!" said Mark at last.

"Yeah!" sighed the boy.  "I got the magic feeling two more
times while you were fucking me!"

"You're wonderful, Brian."

"You too... Master!"

They both giggled.

As Mark's softening cock slipped from Brian's ass, they
rolled onto their sides, snuggling and kissing gently.
Both of them felt the pangs of an emerging romantic love,
but neither spoke the words.

`This is just so perfect,' thought the teacher, as he held
Brian close and ran his hand gently over the boy's back and
ass and thigh.  `Every day at this school brings a new
adventure.  I wonder what tomorrow will bring?'

End of Part 5.
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