Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:02:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys School Pleasures Part 3

Boys School Pleasures
Part Three: The Initiation

"Please make sure I am not disturbed, Mrs Conway."

He switched off the intercom. Mrs Conway grimaced. She knew exactly what
was going on. If she didn't need the money, she would leave at once, leave
this "den of vice", as she called it. She thought about John Usher and
began an internal dialogue. A pretty boy. Too pretty. Damn, I can see why
the Head would want to fuck the boy, but why oh why doesn't he find ME
attractive? Why doesn't he want to fuck me? I've got a good figure, I've
got exactly the right hole for his fat cock.....

The Old Goat sat on the edge of the bed and began to get undressed. John
Usher stood awkwardly, not sure what to do. He watched as the Head stripped
off completely, revealing the unmistakeable state of his arousal.

"Well?"

The boy blushed.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?"

The Head stroked his cock lovingly and then beckoned to the boy.

"Come here, you ninny!" There was affection in his voice.

John drew near and the Head began to remove his clothes, first the blazer,
then the trousers, then the boy's tie and shirt.

"Mmm, you know, John, you really are very beautiful."

The man's fingers played lovingly over the boy's chest, over the smooth
hairless skin, teasing his nipples and tracing a line down over the boy's
abdomen until the roving fingers reached the boy's underpants. The boy
trembled. He was embarrassed that his penis was now so rigid, making a
delicious bulge in his underpants. The Head smiled.

"Well, John, I can see that you are as aroused as I am! Don't be
ashamed. It's good. It's as it should be, dear boy."

The fingers insinuated themselves under the waistband of the boy's
underpants and deftly removed them. John's penis immediately sprang back to
attention.

"God, you ARE beautiful, John! Hold your penis for me. Show me how proud
you are of your penis."

John wrapped his fingers round his stiffy in the old familiar way. It
seemed strange, though, doing in front of the Headmaster.

"Stroke it, John. Show me how much you love your penis."

The Old Goat was holding his own cock now and stroking gently as he watched
the boy starting a gentle masturbation. It is SO important, thought the Old
Goat to himself, for every boy to learn to love his penis, to be proud of
it, and to want to share it with other boys and with men. It is the only
way that boys will grow up straight and true.

The Head then slid his hands over the boy's bottom, pulled him close and
crushed him in a long loving embrace.

"I want to kiss you on the mouth, John," he whispered, "the way they did in
Classical Greece."

John, standing between the man's parted thighs, felt dizzy. He loved the
smell of the man, the roughness of his hands gripping his butt, the hard
throb of his mancock pressing into the boy now, and the taste of the man's
mouth on his own. John could feel his penis twitching involuntarily. Oh
god, don't cum! he said to himself. He knew that sometimes he would reach
his climax without touching his cock, when he was very excited, and he was
getting very excited now.

The man broke off the kiss.

"John, do you want me to love you the Greek way?"

The word that formed in John's mind at that moment was "bumfuck". He wants
to bumfuck me! But "Greek love" sounded much nicer, sort of noble,
elevated.

"I don't know, sir. I think so, but...."

"But?"

"Will it hurt? I mean, I never had a....."

"You mean you've never been penetrated, is that it?"

He nodded, feeling somehow ashamed that he had to confess to his virginity.

"Lie on your tummy on the bed, darling boy. Here, put this pillow under
your tummy."

Gently, the man parted the boy's legs and lowered himself to bury his nose
between the beautiful white globes of the boy's butt. Why are boys' butts
SO attractive? Why did God make them so beautiful? Is it any wonder that
men are driven crazy with lust when there are so many beautiful boy butts
in the world? All begging to be loved. The Greek way.

He inhaled the scent of the boy. The tip of his tongue sought the boy's
tight sphincter, what the Old Goat liked to call a boy's "rosebud". As he
pushed his tongue against the sphincter, John twitched in surprise. Nobody
had ever licked his hole before, in fact the word "rimming" was not part of
his vocabulary. It felt good, though. He shifted his position to give the
wicked probing tongue better access to his love-hole, a movement that
caused the Head to catch his breath in excitement. His hand slid underneath
the boy to take hold of his pulsing stiffy, which he held without stroking
it, while his wet tongue probed the boy greedily.

John Usher was in seventh heaven now. This was sex like he had never
experienced it before. This was Greek love. A little moan escaped his lips.

"Is it good, John?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you ready for me?"

"I think so, sir."

John wasn't sure what being "ready" meant, but he knew that if he didn't
orgasm soon, he would burst. The Head sucked his finger to wet it, and then
inserted it into the boy's already relaxed love-hole. The suddennes of that
finger pushing into him made John jump.

"It's all right, dear boy. Just relax."

Time to teach my young disciple about controlled breathing, thought the Old
Goat, smiling to himself. He had initiated so many boys, he had lost count
of how many, and he knew exactly how to make the first time an experience
for the boy that he would never forget. Technique, he thought, it's all
about technique. None of this "shove it in, bang the boy, shoot your load,
withdraw and that's that, another boy bumfucked". No, that was not Woolly
Thorpe's way. For him, it was Greek loving, not Greek fucking. Although, he
thought with a grin, it really comes to the same thing in the end: one boy
fucked, his anus filled with precious manseed, and one satisfied with an
empty scrotum and another notch on his belt.

Two fingers now, stretching and teasing the boy till he was writhing with
pleasure. The Old Goat had said many times "Make no mistake, the rectum is
a sexual organ." A sheathe for a man's weapon, and a much better sheathe
than a woman's vagina. He shuddered at the very thought of that stinking
cesspit which is a woman's cunt, and shut the thought out of his mind.

He raised himself up above the boy now and guded his cock into the valley
between the pretty plump white globes.

"Lift your bottom up, dear boy. Come up to meet me."

John held his breath now, this was the moment of truth. He raised himself
and became aware of the man's hard cock pressing against him. The flesh of
it was warm and it was silky. He had heard from older boys about what it
was like to be bumfucked, and now the moment had arrived for him to be
penetrated.

"Do you want me to penetrate you, John? Tell me."

"Yes, sir. I want you to..." he sought for an expression..."to do it to
me."

"Do it to you?" He laughed briefly. "Oh, my goodness, young Usher, we have
to improve your vocabulary! You want me to fuck you, right?"

John couldn't believe his ears! The Head had used the F word!

"Say it, boy, say it!"

"I want you to fuck me, sir!"

"Hard?"

"Yes! I want you to fuck me hard, sir!"

"Louder!"

John was feeling even dizzier now, as if he has slipped into some crazy
wonderful parallel universe.

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARD, SIR!!!!"

In the outer office, beyond the little bedroom, beyond the Head's study,
Mrs Conway heard the boy's shouted words. Instinctively she slid her hand
inside her skirt and her knickers and started to use her fingers on
herself. Funny how we get aroused by other people's arousal. Some women
even get sexually aroused watching dogs fucking or the sight of a stallion
with a huge dangling cock.

At the instant when John boy finished his shouted exhortation to be fucked,
the Head made his first thrust into the boy. John screamed. He had no idea
how much it would hurt. Ruth Conway heard the scream and redoubled her clit
rubbing, not caring if anyone should come in and find her fingerfucking
herself.

"Hush, boy, it's all right. I will hold stll and it will soon feel good."

Technique. Controlled breathing. Thrust and stop. Stillness. Thrust
again. And stop. Stillness. And so on until you are as deep inside the boy
as you can get, and the boy has gone past the pain threshold and begins to
love the feeling of being FILLED, IMPALED, PENETRATED. The feeling of being
WHOLE at last.

The Old Goat - he even thought of himself that way, an old goat who fucks
his way through generations of plump-bottomed schoolboys - the Old Goat now
began to move piston-like in the boy. He loved how the boy's rosebud,
though looser now, was still tight enough to grip the shaft of his cock as
it worked its magic. The man loved to drive in deep, hold for a while, then
withdraw his cock till only his cockhead was in the boy, held tight just
behind the ridge where a zillion nerve endings sent him into spasms of
ecstasy. Hold for a while, poised, motionless, and then drive back hard
into the boy until their bodies crashed together.

He was panting now.

"Do [pant] you [pant] like it [pant], John dear?"

"Sir?"

"Tell me."

"I like it, sir."

The word "like" didn't begin to describe John's reaction to his first
fuck. He had lost his stiffy when the Head had first penetrated him, but it
was back now, erect and throbbing, in all its glory.

"I LOVE it, sir! It's SO good!"

For a reply, the Old Goat made several deep thrusts into the boy, so
violently that the bed shook.

"FUCK! Say the word, John!"

"FUCK!I love being FUCKED by you, sir!"

And he meant it. This was better than he could have imagined. He wanted to
keep the man's rockhard cock inside him forever. He felt so proud that he
had been chosen.

"Louder!"

"I LOVE BEING FUCKED BY YOU, SIR!"

The words echoed through the walls. Ruth Conway's cunt was making
squelching noises, so worked up was she. She visualised the Head's fat
penis rammed deep into the boy's rectum. Lucky boy, she thought. Sadly. His
cock was not for her. All she had were her podgy fingers. It was the way of
the world now, she thought, men want boys, boys want men.

"Are you ready, John?"

"Ready, sir?"

For an answer, the Head, who had been edging for a while now, always
managing to stop short just before his climax kicked in, threw caution to
the winds and allowed his pumping action to accelerate until, suddenly,
that moment when the whole universe stands still, a glimpse of eternity, as
your ballsac tightens, your balls align, your cock seems to get even
harder, it judders and the first amazing surge of semen coursed through
your cock and explodes into your lover's waiting love-hole. Every nerve in
your body is responding now, thrills rack your body from your scalp to your
toes, your thighs and your belly seem to be on fire as that first huge
surge occurs, volcano-like. Miraculous. There is nothing like it. Nothing
better. It's pure ecstasy.

But better still if you are pumping your manseed into a pretty boy. John
felt the hot spunk hit his insides and pumped his stiffy in his fist. It
was an instinctive reaction to what was happening in his belly. He was on
fire too.

"Oh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!"

John's anal sphincter went into spasm as he achieved his own wonderful
orgasm. The Head went wild now as he felt his shaft being caressed by the
rapid tightening and relaxing of the boy's rosebud. He slumped now, letting
his whole weight bear down on the boy, and surrendered himself to the
amazing sensations coursing through his body.

"Did you cum, dear boy?" he asked in a hoarse whisper - no energy left for
talking.

"Mmmmmm!"

"I am SO proud of you, John Usher. So very very proud of you!"

John looked back over his shoulder at his manlover.

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"Please stay inside me as long as you can, sir."

The Head gave a satisfied smile.

"Why, John?"

"Because I do love it so. Having your cock inside me, I mean, sir."

"Say it again."

"Please keep your cock inside me, sir."

"Louder!"

"PLEASE KEEP YOUR COCK INSIDE ME, SIR!"

The man and the boy continued to enjoy each other in the afterglow of their
Greek lovemaking, while outside in the office, a pathetic middle-aged woman
continued to finger her squalid cunt, imagining what it must be like to be
John Usher, what it must be like for a boy to have a hard mancock wedged
deep in his rectum.



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