Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 17:21:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boiz New Age School - Chapter 2
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BOIZ SCHOOL IN A NEW AGE OF SEXUAL EDUCATION - Chapter 2
where boys learn about sex, self-control, and anatomy.
(C) Copyright 2006 by Dennis Banneker
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April 29, 2006
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TEACHERS AND SCHOOLMASTERS
*Jon Peterson, Assistant Headmaster, 22
William (Will) Smith, Academic Master (Head Teacher), 25
Stan Johnson, Teacher, 23
STUDENTS
*Derek Landers, 13, soon to be 14
Shawn Resley, 13
*Taylor Bradcliffe, 15
Brian Roberts, 17
*Mark Cramer, 19
(Brian, Mark, and others appear in later, as yet unwritten parts.)
OTHERS
*Justin, 19
*Keith, 21
* main characters
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ERROR IN CHAPTER ONE: In the list above, Keith and Justin's ages
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I found the idea of this hot 15-year-old fucking Mark one of
the more arousing images of the day so far--topped only by the
two sensuous young men in the sub-basement or whatever it was.
My mind snapped to the present, where Derek, chastised for
two months, was waiting for the arrival of Taylor--the boy who I'd
appointed to relieve the suffering 13-year-old about to be 14.
I was anxious to see 15-year-old Taylor's penis spring to
erection at the sight of Derek. What a day this was going to be!
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CHAPTER 2
I called Taylor's Housemaster, telling him I needed the boy
right away. I was assured Taylor had nothing scheduled now and
would be on his way immediately. I also called the Anatomy
teacher and made some special plans with him.
Meanwhile, I turned my attention to Derek--the 13-year-old,
freshly-arrived new student who'd been teased and denied orgasm by
his brothers for two months at home, prior to his arrival. Poor
boy was trembling with need. I gently dried the pre-cum off and
took an ostrich feather to his swollen, sex-starved erection,
sliding it all over the sensitive areas of the bouncing pole.
"AH! God!"
"Somehow, I knew that would feel good to you, Derek."
After a few minutes, Taylor arrived, and I remembered I owed
him one--one hot tease-session.
"Ah, Taylor. How is the fifteen-year-old stud of the North
Dorm doing these days?" Obviously he was in some sort of reward
mode since he had school shorts on. Most students were naked all
the time. By regulation, no underwear was permitted except for
special displays. "By the way, get naked, boy."
"Getting real horny seeing HIM," Taylor said, removing his
shorts at record speed, nodding toward Derek, who blushed nicely.
"Who is he?"
"Derek. A new boy. Just arrived. Want to suck him?"
"Yeah!"
"He's been in a C.D. for two months."
At that point, Taylor began to touch his rapidly inflating
penis--a good six inches plus, when hard.
"That's so hot," the boy said, speaking to Derek. "Two
months, GEEZ! How does it feel? Your dick, I mean."
"Horny as hell, but the rest of me is dyin."
"Been there," the cute 15-year-old said, grinning, getting to
his knees, eyeing the pre-cum gushing from the 13-year-old.
"Not so fast, Taylor," I said, making him jump and stand.
"But--"
"But nothing. Remember, six months ago--I was about to take
you into an Anatomy class of thirteen year olds?"
"Oh, yeah," Taylor said, apparently unhappy that I'd brought
this up. "I was real glad the teacher was too busy and it didn't
happen."
"Well, Taylor," I said, grinning with excitement, "he's not
too busy now, and it's going to happen."
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes. And I'm sure Derek will enjoy coming along to
watch."
I gave the two boys time to say their hellos and get
acquainted, permitting them to touch each other gently. Derek had
a large dick for 13--around five inches.
At first, Derek froze, not accustomed to being touched while
naked, much less by another boy's hand on his dick. Adolescent
urges soon warmed them both, and they chatted amiably--Derek doing
his share of touching and making Taylor's cock jump animatedly.
"What's that he said about a class of thirteen year olds?"
Derek asked Taylor.
"I can't say. I mean, I don't think Jon--Mister Peterson--
wants you to know yet."
"Quite right, Taylor. Very good," I said, aroused at the
sight of two boys eyeing each other's penis with lustful faces.
I explained to Derek only a vague idea of what would happen
when Taylor would appear in front of a roomful of 13-year-old
Anatomy students. Derek, 13 himself, seemed very interested.
"What will Taylor have to do?" Derek said.
"That part, you'll see for yourself," I said. Then, turning
to Taylor, I gave him a few instructions. "Taylor--do you
remember the clear plastic, see-thru jock strap? I decided since
you disliked it so much, I won't make you wear it."
"Whew." Taylor was relieved to hear that.
"You can go through the halls naked, instead."
"No, no--I'll wear it. Please, sir!" Taylor said, making me
chuckle. The clear plastic jock was hardly any covering at all.
"If you insist," I said, pulling one out and handing it to
him.
"He's gonna put that on?" Derek said.
"Yes."
Derek's eyes fixed upon Taylor's erection as the older boy
slid the clear jock into place.
"But, um--what about me?" Derek said, blushing, looking down
at his nakedness.
"Oh, sorry, Derek," I said, "Did you want to wear one, too?"
"NO, sir."
"Well--then I better find you some school dress-shorts." I
retrieved a suitable pair and Derek quickly pulled them on. This
would make Derek's transition to nudity easier on the boy.
Dress shorts had a special pouch--a long tube of extra fabric
that the erection slid into--and it poked out, making it no more
than a thinly covered fleshly pole sticking out in three
dimensions. This was far more erotic than a simple bulge.
I guided Derek's penis into the boner-pouch.
"Oh, God," Derek said, humiliated at the sight of his first
super-tent. "This is almost like going naked."
Soon we arrived at the classroom. The Anatomy teacher, Stan
Johnson, who had seen the three of us standing there, met us in
the hallway outside his classroom door. I was glad he did.
Stan handed me a small tube and gave me a wink.
"Thanks, Stan," I said. "We'll be right back."
My two aroused boys followed me to a private room.
"What's that stuff Mr. Johnson gave you?" Taylor asked.
"You'll find out right now," I said. "Pull your jock down."
The 'stuff' was 'Delay'--a watery cream that had a slight
numbing effect when applied to the skin of the penis. It lessened
the sensory ability of the organ just enough to slow a boy's
approach to orgasm, but not prevent it. The cream was to stay on
for one minute to be fully absorbed by the skin, then it could be
washed off completely.
"Oh. Ah! T-that feels so good," Taylor said, wiggling as I
spread the cream on his bouncing boy-pole, delighting in squeezing
it and making the boy dance. The mid-teen had beautiful feet.
I decided to remain silent, just to worry the lad.
"I don't . . . feel anything," the 15-year-old said nervously.
"Am I supposed to feel something?"
"No," I said, delighting in Taylor's youthful openness. "The
cream is good for masturbating. Try it, and see how that feels on
your penis."
"AH! It--it doesn't feel as good as usual. B-but I can still
get the feeling."
"Go wash it off in the shower. The effect will last for a
long time. Derek and I will watch you from here."
"He's really big," Derek said, referring to Taylor's longer,
thicker pole. "Almost as stiff as me. Um--is he gonna suck me
. . . like soon?"
"Soon enough, Derek."
"That's really weird," Taylor said, drying himself, "my dick
feels so different. Why did you put it on m--"
"It'll make you look like a real man in front of those younger
boys, Taylor," I said, "You'll be able to endure lots of touching
there, and take it without coming too soon."
"That's a great idea!" the lad said, grinning, looking down at
his nicely swollen organ.
"Let's have Derek taste-test it. We should make sure you
washed it lf completely, Taylor," I said, turning to Derek.
"Me, sir?" Derek said, shocked at the idea. "I never d-did
anything like that."
"Well, that's one of the things you're here to learn, son."
"Like this?" the trembling boy said, kneeling and grasping
Taylor's hips for balance.
"So far, so good," I said, waiting for Derek's mouth to go
into action.
"Urrkk!" Taylor said, not quite shouting, "I think I feel
teeth on my cock."
"Derek, cover your teeth--they hurt! That's it. Keep sucking
him. Gently. Slower. Good."
"Oh! It feels so good. This feels so good. It's not enough.
I can't come!"
"Yes you can, Taylor. It just takes longer with that stuff
on. Derek--you can stop now."
"That was . . . kinda fun," the sweet 13-year-old said,
smiling, turning to speak to me, still on his knees.
"I can see. It gave you a fresh coat of pre-cum, Derek."
I could tell, breaking-in Derek would be no problem.
"Hehe. Yeah! OW!" Derek said, cupping his balls gently. "Do
I get to come, now?"
"Afraid not," I said. "Taylor--YOU tell him."
"He means you have to wait till I'm done in the classroom."
"Right. Very good, Taylor. Put that plastic jock back on."
"Will I . . . have this thing on, the whole time?"
"No. You'll be stimulated fully naked. BUT--you mustn't come
without the jock on. That means you stop whatever is going on if
you think you might shoot--until I think you're done, and I put it
back on you."
Oh, yes--Taylor would be 'done,' all right. Those boys would
do their best to pleasure him.
Little did Taylor know that the effect of the numbing cream,
though partial, had a different result on younger boys, especially
when their dicks were subjected to stimulation over a long period.
And at Taylor's age, 20 minutes was a long period.
We got a standing ovation as we entered the cozy classroom.
Each of the 13-year-old students fixed his gaze on Taylor's
unique, see-through jock pouch, containing one rapidly throbbing
15-year-old erection. The boys' eyes darted quickly from that to
Derek's pole, proudly pulsating in the tube of his dress shorts,
making its first three-dimensional, clothed public appearance.
The students did their best to suppress their laughter, seeing
Derek's embarrassed look--mortified by his thinly clad pole poking
out hungrily at the animated students.
I introduced Derek and Taylor to the class and their teacher.
"Well," the teacher said after the applause died down, "my
students had the agenda set based on Taylor alone. But with Derek
here, I'll have to ask them if that changes anything.
All 24 young heads nodded their assent.
"How old is he?" one of Stan's students asked as he looked at
Taylor.
"Fifteen," I said, to moans of admiration from the class.
"All right," Stan said to his students, "no need to recite the
whole new schedule. We just need one event at a time."
The boys stood, huddled, and began to line up before the
teacher finished speaking.
No matter how often I'd seen it, there was something intensely
arousing about a group of 13-year-olds with their thin, pubescent
bodies, bouncing, dripping erections, and endless energy.
Especially endearing was that these naked 13-year-olds touched
their dicks often. And they were all hard. Occasionally, one
would furtively grasp a friend's penis. The recipient of this
touch invariably got weak-kneed and bent at the waist from the
unexpected sensations--pre-cum flowing at incredible rates.
I wondered if I should recommend that the school do a study
based on age groups--to see which group produced the most pre-cum
in a day.
"I take it that we're doing the intimate oral examination of
the anatomy of the penis, first?" Stan said, smiling at his eager
students.
"Yeah!" most of the them shouted.
The first of the boys hesitated as he knelt in front of
Taylor. The young student, Shawn Resley, didn't know what to do
with the plastic jock Taylor wore.
"Derek," I said, "pull down the jock strap for Taylor." The
blushing Derek tore his eyes away from the other 13-year-olds and
fully bared Taylor.
The kneeling boy looked around, and three of the other
students surrounded Taylor, getting on their knees to watch as the
boy's mouth slowly slid down Taylor's stiff prick.
"Freeze right there--don't move, Shawn," Stan said.
This startled Shawn, but he stayed in place, lips halfway down
Taylor's rigid shaft.
The others grinned and giggled at the two boys' embarrassing
predicament--Taylor trembling from public nakedness and the sudden
interruption; Shawn's mouth, lips erotically stretched, bulging
with the hard flesh it contained.
The three naked observer boys grinned wickedly as they grasped
and played with Derek's extended cloth tube--the flesh within
jumping visibly as the boys whispered to each other, acquainting
themselves with Derek and enjoying their little tease.
"Line up, boys, so you can all have a close look," Stan
continued.
It was quite entertaining, watching the observers and
observed, as all the other naked students knelt, touching
themselves, staring at the sight of Shawn's lips and cheeks, and
the response from the half-buried penis that throbbed for more.
Taylor shivered.
Soon, the boys lined up again--this time for the purpose of
sucking Taylor. All the students got a chance at a one-minute
suck job--Taylor's penis getting more pleasure-filled excitement
that he'd bargained for--and he had to interrupt many of the
amateur blow jobs to prevent spurting his load, as I'd instructed.
Stan also had Taylor suck a few of his students--and the
younger boy would shout and wriggle, overcome with the fantastic
sensation of having his inexperienced boy-pole pleasured by
Taylor's expert mouth--and embarrassed as his fellow-students
relished the boy's pleasured discomfort.
Finally, all the students were finished. Taylor stood,
shaking. Stan gave his boys more instructions.
"You should be able to picture what is going on in Taylor's
body. His prostate gland is filling up quickly," the teacher
said, drawing a diagram on the board. "As you can see, he is
highly aroused."
The students chuckled at Stan's remark--they could see very
well that Taylor was sexually aroused, to say the least.
My tall, sexy 15-year-old heaved for breath, bending slightly
to relieve his urgent craving and attempt to withdraw his erection
from view--a cute pose all boys strike when embarrassed that their
erection is on display.
The lineup was repeated, this time to lick Taylor's balls,
bringing poor Taylor closer to orgasm, and taking him deeper into
a frenzied state of adolescent arousal.
"You're ON, boy," I said, winking at Stan, and telling Taylor
to put the see-thru jock on.
Stan lined his students up in order of their grades--best
grades in the front of the line.
"Manipulate the erect penis in a way to bring about orgasm.
You may include Taylor's balls, but very gently ONLY. You'll each
have twenty seconds to try to make the boy come."
"Oh, yeah," Taylor whispered, a wide grin on his well-blushed
face--he could relax now, and let his youthful body release its
load. Everyone else tensed, wondering when the boy would shoot.
As the first boy in line knelt and rubbed the hot erection
through the clear plastic, Stan commented.
"Kneel to the side of him so everyone else can see. When
Taylor starts to come, I'm going to slide his jock down to his
knees. Do NOT stop your manipulation of his penis. Grasp the
naked organ and use your best masturbation technique to finish
your work."
"Ooo!" the boys moaned, excited at the prospect of seeing an
older boy shoot his stuff--each secretly hoping he would be the
one to bring Taylor off, I imagined.
This sudden group attention to Taylor's body renewed the boy's
embarrassment and his face reddened quickly.
The third boy in line got the prize. Taylor blushed dark red
as he coated the inside of the plastic pouch with strong jets of
his semen. Quite obvious were the pulsations of Taylor's penis as
it jumped about wildly, bulging the plastic, and the thick streams
of semen--each shot clearly visible as it frothed and agitated the
thick puddle that accumulated in the clear pouch.
Meanwhile, Derek's cloth covered pole danced with excitement
as the he watched in awe.
Stan pulled down the ejaculating lad's jock. Taylor shouted
at the interruption of pleasure.
The kneeling boy leaned into the line of fire at the last
moment and received a shot of Taylor's cum in his face before he
could get out of the way. Others marveled at the distance the
tall teen could propel the exotic stuff. Taylor's legs weakened,
and he placed an arm on Derek's shoulder for balance.
"Three! Four! Five! Six!" the class shouted, counting the
streams that spewed out of the desperate boy, adding to the erotic
scene and Taylor's humiliation.
Wisely, the teacher had placed a black plastic sheet on the
floor, and had no trouble getting volunteers to lick up Taylor's
cum--for extra credit, of course.
"What's it taste like?" many of the others asked of the boys
who were licking their lips.
"Remember," Stan said, "I showed you how to share another
boy's semen."
Many of the young students could not wait to do this. Others
became squeamish as they paired off. It was an arousing sight--
pairs of 13-year-olds kissing, sucking another boy's cum off their
partner's tongue and lips.
Most of the kissing boys prolonged their mouth-to-mouth
contact, moaning quietly. All soon had charmingly wet penises.
"If either partner goes into heat," Stan said, "each one must
suck off the other."
This was met enthusiastically by most of the boys. Groans of
complaint came from a few.
I assumed 'heat' was a proprietary term Stan used to describe
that breathless state a 13-year-old can achieve when his penis has
been stiff and pressed against another warm human being for more
than 25 seconds--15 if engaged in a kiss.
During what seemed like an oral-sex free for all, Derek
watched longingly while the pairs of well-heated boys sucked
clumsily at each other's hot little boners. I knew what he was
thinking as I walked up to him and his bouncing cock.
"It's up to the teacher," I said, raising the boy's hopes.
"But I say no. I want you to masturbate for them."
By then, the action was over.
After conferring with Stan and watching the blush rise in
Derek's face, I put the question to the class. I knew what their
answer would be.
"Boys--would you like Derek to masturbate for you?"
"YEAH!" they shouted in unison.
"With the new lube!" one student said.
"New lube? Stan, what are they referring to?" I asked.
"Gamma Three. Made it up myself. Step outside."
In the hallway, Stan's door closed for privacy, he explained.
"They don't know it, but whenever we did pre-cum collection, I
saved it, kept it refrigerated, until I had enough to fill a big
jar."
"Holy shit! You have natural pre-cum for lube? I want some."
"Oh, yeah, it's great stuff," Stan said, blushing. "Keep it
refrigerated and use it cold--but it warms up right away--I added
that new heat-generating chemical and a little Delta skin
sensitizer. A kid can cum just thinking about this lube. I only
let my two favorite boys try it secretly, but I've been telling
the class about the 'new lube' for some time now."
After embarrassing my new 13-year-old student by having a few
of Stan's boys undress him, I thought Derek would cum when the
cutest of the lot was chosen to lubricate his penis and give him a
few strokes to get him started.
I never saw a boy jerk off so vigorously nor as rapidly as
Derek was doing. This brought giggles from the watching crowd of
students. Derek's hand blurred. Taylor and I supported him, lest
he fall.
"YahhhhhhhHHAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Derek screamed as the first
stream of cum catapulted high into the air, halfway across the
room, bringing gasps of surprise from the young students. Three
more times the frantic boy grimaced and screamed as his cum shot
well into the waiting crowd of Derek's peers--who, as soon as my
boy was spent, licked the stuff off their various body parts--
faces, arms, legs--a few boys got Derek's cum licked off their
little cocks.
From behind Derek, I was treated to a spectacular view of his
rapidly clenching buttocks and was inspired to insert a finger
into his tight back-entrance. I hadn't expected the boy to scream
and shoot a blast of cum into an unsuspecting lad's face.
"Very good, Derek," I said. "We'll explore that in depth
later."
"Please--let me come again," Derek said, eyeing his unabated,
pulsating boy-meat.
"As soon as we get out of here--in my private room."
I decided that my pair of boys should remain naked and carried
their clothes in a little bag.
The room, known as Sex Room 2, was attached to my office.
The three of us left Stan's classroom as soon as they thanked
us profusely and gave my boys another round of applause.
Derek and Taylor seemed quite bothered when we passed several
students and a teacher who grinned and openly stared at the boys'
nakedness. They passed us quickly.
"Oh, God--I'm still horny!" Derek said, bending, grasping his
balls.
"Looks like you could lie down right here in the hallway and
shoot another load," Taylor said, sympathizing with Derek's
plight--the 15-year-old's penis throbbing in sympathy for his
younger friend.
I took the opportunity to make the pair suck each other
briefly when a group of 14 to 17-year-old students passed us in
the hallway. I enjoyed the purple cheeks of my boys'
embarrassment.
Once Derek and Taylor caught their breath, they were more
desperate to come than ever.
"God! That made it worse!" Derek said, his body writhing in
renewed frustration.
"Yeah--I'LL SAY!" Taylor added, his larger penis flooded with
pre-cum.
"Did you expect sucking each other to make it BETTER?" I said,
grinning wryly at the pair.
Two blushing faces met my gaze.
My eyes lit up when I saw the Orgasm-Postponement Lab come
into view. I always kept abreast of that lab's schedule and knew
today it was a class of 16-year-old boys having their first lab in
delayed orgasm.
Stopping and instructing my two boys to sit on the floor, I
peered into the lab through its slim window, marveling at the
sight of so many beautiful naked bodies, the teens' faces
contorted with the agonizing frustration--each red penis
throbbing, the boy screaming as his partner relentlessly licked
and rubbed the excited thing. Other body parts were not ignored,
and several of the 16-year-olds rimmed their classmates.
Occasionally, a boy would lick too hard and get sprayed in the
face with shots of his partner's urgent, blasting cum.
It was amazing, how such fierce sexual craving built up within
the two-hour lab period.
Halfway through the lab, their roles were reversed--the
'victim' became the tormentor. Some 'victims' asked to be tied
with their backs to a post. Others preferred holding on to an
overhead bar. Still others lay on cots, face up or face down,
tied down or not--as the student or the moment demanded.
After getting Stan's attention, I conferred with him in the
hallway, and he agreed to my idea. I instructed Taylor and Derek
on my plan and told them what to do.
The teacher restrained all the boys in a standing position,
hands tied to posts behind their backs, while my two students put
on a little show--designed to further arouse the already-desperate
16-year-olds.
And what a show it was! First, Derek and Taylor sucked each
other, making quite a display and working up a sweat, but not up
to orgasm. The crowning moment was Derek's penetration of Taylor
--a lightning-quick thrust of his hips propelling his hard wet
pole into Taylor, the fierce copulation maintaining its frantic
force and speed throughout.
The class seemed pleased that this smaller, younger boy was
the one thrusting his boy-meat into Taylor.
As the groans of my two boys rose, sweat flying off their
bodies, the sixteen-year-olds squirmed and writhed, outdone only
by their wildly jumping erections, until it all reached a
deafening crescendo, and Derek exploded into Taylor with
incredible shouts and animalistic, thrusting penetration as the
boy shot his seed, unseen by the others--hidden inside Taylor's
guts--the two boys grunting, bucking like young, wild horses.
The panting teen class groaned and sweated from the
monumental, frustrating sensations induced in them by the erotic
display. Their deeper voices told the potent story of their
agonized desire--the collective unfulfilled urges palpable, taking
on a life of their own.
But I had told Derek to *fake* the orgasm, and discreetly
examined his penis to confirm that he had succeeded. The boy
wriggled, trembled, and squealed uncomfortably. Later, he said
the groans and bucks were real--his body screaming as he reached
near the point of the orgasm he knew he had to prevent.
"I started bucking early, so I could stop in time," Derek
whispered. "After that, it was all real. It felt sooooo good,
and I was scared I would come!"
All classrooms were equipped with a small shower room--video-
monitored--and I had Derek and Taylor shower together, while Stan
untied all his students. He had them stand in a semi-circle,
facing the screens and each other, while they watched my boys
showering--two large video screens providing lifelike views.
Stan instructed his boys to masturbate slowly while watching
Derek and Taylor.
Hot, forceful strings of 16-year-old cum flew into the air in
sudden, graceful arcs--the white stuff falling noisily to the
floor in the center of the room--accompanied by impossibly
vigorous shouts and groans as the desperate students achieved
their incredible, long-awaited release. Their deeper voices added
to my excitement.
The room heated quickly, the air filled with the delicious
aroma of young flesh, sweating balls, and freshly-shot semen.
I could not help admiring the cocks on these bigger boys--
exceedingly stiff, most pointing straight up as their hands sped
along the hot, hard things. Their faces contorted voluptuously
with the overwhelming sensations of their first spurts of pent-up
cum.
The over-horny state of the students, their larger-than-usual
erections pointing high, thick streams of potent cum jetting in
high gushes at record speeds and amounts, powerful adolescent
groans of sudden intoxicating bliss and relief, appealing muscular
buttocks clenching convulsively--these were the joys and rewards,
for both teacher and student, of delayed orgasm.
All over the room, semen dripped from spent bodies to the
floor, making a symphony of splats and splatters.
The panting lads smiled at one another, still groaning,
leaning into each other's bodies, tables, or anything they could
find to support their weakened limbs, until fascinated with their
cum-covered organs, grinning and playing with their softening
cocks like twelve-year-olds after a first emission. Most of them
didn't stay soft for long.
I had to admit, a room full of horny sixteen-year-olds was a
pleasant experience. And I was glad to find Taylor and Derek
erect--staring, open-mouthed, at the back of the room. They had
finished their shower quickly and reappeared in time to see a good
portion of the rousing, adolescent spectacle.
The teacher thanked us, pleased with the new level of arousal
we helped his boys achieve. This left Taylor in a condition
nearly as bad as the class before they masturbated.
"Don't worry, Taylor," I said to him as we walked down the
hall, "we'll take care of you soon. Maybe you'd like to turn back
and join those boys and get tied up in the Orgasm-Postponement
Lab?"
"Oh, God! NO, sir!"
Then again, Taylor and Mark Cramer would make an amazing
couple--their planned sexual event *had* to be recorded--as all
the classroom and hallway activity had been. Derek could assist
by licking sensitive body parts at crucial moments. Then again,
the couple deserved their privacy.
Actually, I had visions of Taylor joining Keith and Justin in
the basement, while I slowly sucked Derek into oblivion. It was
time I had a talk with the Headmaster. He had to be the one who
authorized the sexy duo to use our building. It was odd that
*any* non-student boys had access to school property.
Derek was beyond desperate, poor lad, attempting to walk
normally down the halls with a rather large-looking erection for a
boy his age. The teasing that his brothers imposed on him--before
he arrived at our school--responsible for his insatiable craving.
"Unnnng! Please, sir--let me come. I'll do anything!" Derek
said, a hand on his nuts and one on his posterior.
It was then I remembered the little dildo. But a boy saying
he'll 'do anything' always made my cock swell and heart pound.
I had a wicked idea. I was glad classes were still in
session.
"Tell you what, Derek--I'll have Taylor remove your dildo," (I
left out 'agonizingly slowly'), "and then you can masturbate."
"That sounds GREAT!"
"Good. All you have to do is choose the ages of the students
and you'll be on your way to your release."
"Students?"
"Yes, Derek--unless you'd rather show off and masturbate in
front of a full assembly."
"Oh, n-no, sir--not that!"
"All right. Think about it Derek. Picture it. You're very
horny--masturbating in the front of the room. Now WHO would you
like have right there--watching you?"
"My BROTHERS! I wanna shoot in their faces till they can't
stand it."
We all laughed.
"Yeah, Derek," Taylor said, "I'd feel the same way if I were
you--get a little revenge for what they did to you."
"I'm afraid I can't arrange that," I said, knowing Derek
wasn't serious. "But I do need the age of boys you'd find most
exciting to watch you do this."
Taylor expressed his opinion to which Derek wrinkled his nose.
While Derek wasn't looking, I got Taylor's attention and made the
fucking symbol with my hands. Taylor understood, then spoke up.
"Hey, Derek," Taylor said, "you're a virgin, right?"
"Yeah."
"Have you ever thought bout being fucked?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Do you like the idea?"
"Of getting fucked? Yeah," Derek said, blushing nicely.
"Did you ever see guys fucking?" As Taylor spoke, it was
evident this conversation was arousing him.
"Yeah, on the net," the 13-year-old said, blushing cutely.
"No, I mean live."
At this, Derek looked at me with pleading eyes. I nodded,
knowing that anything the younger boy said would remain private
among the three of us.
"Yeah. Two of my brothers. It wasn't legal but they'd sneak
it. They liked when I watched--they got off on it."
"Holy shit!" Taylor said. We got some brother students here,
but I never get to see them.
"It was hot. I timed it so I'd come when they were done,"
Derek said, his blush lessening.
"Did you mess?"
"No--I never did--no oral, no nothing. I'm a virgin," the boy
said nervously.
"You WERE, Derek," I said, making the pair grin. But Derek
seemed upset.
"I think he's hot," Taylor said, admiring Derek, putting an
arm on his shoulder, trying to comfort the boy.
"Okay, what's it going to be, Derek?" I asked.
"Um--if I have to do it in front of other guys, I think I'd
like a class of 19-year-olds."
"I'm afraid 19-year-olds are off limits right now," I said,
knowing those boys were about to end a three-day chastisement.
"Okay. Seventeen or eighteen, then."
"Can do." Little did Derek know that the 19-year-olds wearing
chastity belts were all in their dorms, where the rules were more
relaxed. But I thought that might be too much for a new student.
Just then, I went off to an empty room and called the
Housemaster in charge of Mark's dormitory.
Several minutes later in Sex Room 2, Mark arrived, his well-
muscled 6 foot frame and handsome face brought a gasp from my two
boys. Mark sported dark-brown hair, beautiful, impish green eyes,
a slender athlete's body, broad hairless chest, and a rather
angelic face.
The 19-year-old tensed, seeing my two boys staring at him. I
had the authority to engage Mark in a number of activities at that
point, though I wouldn't force the good-looking stud.
"You w-wanted to see me, sir," Mark said, his eyes darting
between me and his penis--still encased in the C.D. And I knew
quite well the size of the cock contained within. A full eight
inches plus, when erect. And the sensuous lad had stamina.
It struck me that this tall boy might be in fear--that I would
prevent him from having his chastity device removed on schedule.
"Don't worry," I said to him. "That's coming off right now."
"Thank you sir," Mark said stoically. But his hands shook. I
turned to Taylor and Derek. "Nice, eh?"
"God!" Taylor said, gasping involuntarily. Derek, wide-eyed,
looked on.
"Step up to the table, Mark," I said, making the boy press
against the table's edge, causing his naked balls and encased cock
to rest on the smooth surface--as if for inspection.
"Yes, sir."
"Now, boys," I said to Taylor and Derek, "this is something
you'll rarely see--a nineteen-year-old getting his C.D. removed."
Mark trembled. The poor kid's cock hadn't seen daylight in
three days.
I reached for my master key.
Dennis Banneker.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Any comments would be great!
I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out
there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked.
Or whatever. :-) --Dennis
That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Should there be
more chapters? Talk to me when you write. That gives me
something to respond to.
Hope you liked it.
Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it a lot
easier to write more. But a whole bunch would be inspiring!
DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 29 APRIL 2006.
16 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of all-boys
high school where sex rules. Mostly students interacting,
but the teachers, all young, also get into the act.
There is also a group of non-students who meet secretly
in the basement.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 22, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 29, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
A NOTE ON CHASTITY DEVICES AND THIS STORY - A RESULT OF A READER
WRITING IN ABOUT CRUELTY
WARNING: All that is said below is supposed to be true of a
**perfectly healthy, vigorous, normal male** only. Since one cannot
know by casual observation if a given partner is in such a state of
normality, vigor, and health, one should *NOT* attempt any sexual
teasing without first obtaining expert medical advice.
One reader wrote to me concerned about cruelty--saying chastity belts
are cruel. That CAN be true IF, for example, the tube of the
chastity device is too small to hold the full erection. All chastity
devices depicted in this fictional story are designed for maximum
comfort and have extra-large tubes and do *not* confine or constrain
the organ. There are many holes in the tube that provide for
plentiful air flow, cleansing of the organ, and sanitary elimination.
The C.D. is not used as a punishment, but to raise the level of
craving for release--within limits.
A guy may THINK it's cruel when he's being teased and not allowed
to reach orgasm, but that all disappears after orgasm--and most
individuals want to repeat the experience sometime soon. The
perceived stress of sensual teasing while in a chastity device is
mainly psychological.
The intense and long-term teasing is mainly a matter for the boys in
the basement (who are *not* students). The tease-scene takes on an
erotic life of its own as the tension builds and the subject becomes
more desperate. Wet dreams will naturally occur to release excess
fluid--a normal safety-valve of the body.
Groups of students wear chastity belts only occasionally--for a few
days--to increase their desire. This is done without excessive
teasing, except in a few cases where the student enjoys or requests
that, or in a class for brief periods to educate the student to the
body's capabilities and not to cause unwarranted stress. (Remember,
the story is not based on any real institution, people, or events.)
Medically speaking, the "blue balls" condition in a normal male
does no harm and creates less pain than a hard slap on the butt.
I thank that reader for his input and the opportunity to explain.
ON THE LIGHT SIDE
No persons, animals, or chastity devices were harmed in the writing
of this story.
Dennis
StoriesNew@yahoo.com