Date: Tue, 2 Jun 2015 01:58:38 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can I Fuck You 18

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During the week I avoided as far as possible all of the boys I had had sex
with.  I still had to teach them and still had to supervise the flat and
let them use the phone in my office to call their parents, and if they had
come to me for help with their homework I would have obliged.  Fortunately
for me all of the boys seemed to avoid me as well.

The two 13 year old grade 9 tikes, Liam and Justin, were just staying under
everyone's radar.  I suspected they were back to sneaking into the chapel
(or gods knows where else) to secretly suck each others' cocks.  I was
happy not to deal with them and happy that they were being so secret so as
not to let their secret (one they now shared with me) be known by their
class- and flat-mates.

Clifford was on a different floor so I had no reason to interact with him
and while Abbey was my prefect he knew his duties and didn't need to
interact with me.  I had already accepted his was a one-off fucking of me.
Prefects reported to the deputy headmaster and while Abbey could come to me
with a problem specific to the boys in my care he was so worshiped by the
boys as the star quarterback and respected as a prefect they did whatever
he told them so there was never a problem.

Rob and Alec, while their room was right across the hall from me, were both
avoiding me, though for different reasons.

Rob undoubtedly knew he had crossed the line with his visit to my room and
his slapping and fucking my ass hard and making me lick his cock clean,
which he probably felt emboldened to do because of the darkness of night
(and what he thought he had heard).  Yet he was still one of my students,
and I was his flat master and teacher and he was only 14.  Undoubtedly he
was worried if there would be repercussions.  I was just happy he left me
alone because I didn't want to even think about the events of Monday night.

Alec was clearly pouting still.  Fourteen year old boys are always
temperamental and having gotten emotionally involved with him I had given
him license to be moody with me.  It was obviously childish that he was
upset that I hadn't rimmed him long enough so he could cum with my tongue
in his ass.  And while if we had been lovers of the same age I might have
sat him down and pointed out he was being a baby and we could just do it
again, there was so much more that he might get upset about if he knew.

I was just happy each night when I stuck my head in the room to say lights
out that Rob wouldn't make eye contact and Alec made a point of making
having a pouty face to let me know he was still upset.

Of course all good things come to an end.  On Thursday evening after prep,
Alec showed up at my office door after I had dealt with all of the
students' issues, homework questions and requests to use my phone.

Alec entered my office, closed the door and came and sat on the chair next
to my desk.

We both looked at each other though no one spoke.

I would normally, being the adult, have taken the initiative when a boy has
something to say and yet is too nervous to speak, to start a conversation
and help them feel at ease if not help them raise the topic on their
morning.  But I had so much I didn't want to say, but knew in my heart I
should.  I was even more nervous than him.  I didn't have the nerve to
speak.

Eventually Alec started.  "I am sorry I got upset on Monday night," he
started.  "I should have just been happy that you were willing to do that
for me sir."

A weight was lifted.  He was no longer mad at me and I was actually proud
of the maturity he was showing.  Only problem was, he also needed to know
all the rest I had been up to.

I cared for this boy Alec and part of me needed to tell him to ease my
conscience because I felt like I had been cheating and another part of me
had to tell him because of what specifically had happened with his roommate
which was the biggest betrayal of all.

So I started with a possessive aggressive "Rob heard your comments to me
that night and he figured out what we were doing."

Alec looked taken aback.  While I had already figured out Rob had tricked
me into thinking Alec was behind his late night visit to my room (or at
least I had mistakenly assumed Alec had been behind it) it seemed Alec
hadn't even realized Rob had left the room that night and Rob had not given
him any indication of what had happened with me or that he knew more about
Alec and I when he returned of in the following days.

I pressed on: "Rob came to my room after you left and made me do the things
he had heard us do."

This was a bit of a stretch.  I hadn't been 'made' to do stuff.  I was the
adult, a teacher and flat master and Rob didn't (it turns out) know
anything for sure Alec and I had done.  I could have called his bluff at
any point if I had simply done what was my job requirement or was my
obligation to this boy if I did in fact love him as I had convinced myself
it did.

"You did everything we did with Rob?" Alec asked this with a tone that
showed his incredulity, some sadness in his voice and a profound sense of
betrayal.

It seemed (like me) Alec felt we had something special (which shouldn't be
surprising, he was a 14 year old kid having sex for the first time, of
course he would have feelings, the weird thing was I, an adult, thought I
had feelings for this 14 year old boy).

"I knew you were sleeping with Abbey as well as me," said Alec "and maybe I
though Rob might try something, but at most that would be to suck his cock.
You let him be inside your bum?  Did you put your tongue in his bum too?"

His use of the word 'bum' made him sound and look like the 14 year old boy
he was, and made my betrayal all the worse.

I had to come clean.

I told Alec that Abbey had only been a onetime thing, that Clifford on the
upper flat had fucked me during the long weekend though had only cum in my
once, the night before he came back, that I had sucked Rob twice during the
long weekend and then in some detail I explained what had happened on
Monday night with Rob after he left.

If I had been honest with myself.  Laying all this out was a way to try to
absolve myself from responsibility by laying all this on a 14 year old boy.

When I was done I even said that I loved him (which may or may not be
true).  I definitely felt something beyond what I felt for any of the other
boys.  But can an adult and a 14 year old be in love?  Maybe I only thought
I was, maybe I just feared losing him and the sex, and maybe I just wanted
to get out of taking responsibility for any of the stuff I had been doing
that I had just transferred from myself to this boy, asking him essentially
for absolution for my sins (against my employment contract with the private
school, the laws of the land and maybe god is suck an entity exists).

Interestingly I didn't tell him about Liam and Justin.  I couldn't say
their names or what we had done out loud.  I couldn't tell this grade 10
boy I had been naked with these two grade nine boys that I had sucked them
repeatedly and they had each touched and sucked on my hard cock.  Plus I
didn't feel I should share their secret relationship with anyone.

When I was done we sat there in silence for a while.  I just studied Alec's
face as he processed this information and tried to make sense of his
feelings.

Eventually Alec said "I don't mind Clifford and I actually liked being
inside you after Abbey.  They are both cool."

He still wasn't using the words like fucking or cumming, even though I had
made a point of using them in my confession to try to desensitize him to
what had been going on and make this less about our feelings and just about
sex.

"I knew Rob would try something, so sucking him was inevitable," Alec
continued, "and I guess it was my fault what happened Monday as I was the
one who said the stuff in your room he overheard."

I had a pang of regret.  He had bought into the passive aggressive way I
had told the story of what had happened with Rob Monday night and had
accepted that he was responsible (even though I was the adult and could
have said no).

I was the adult.  I was these boys teacher.  I was the guardian as master
responsible for these boarders absent their parents.  I should have started
saying no two weeks before.  In fact I should have never said yes to
anyone, including Alec, but once I had developed feelings for Alec I should
never had said yes to anyone else (I loved him didn't I?).

"I don't want you doing anything ever again with Rob," Alec said.

I was about to ask him how I could stop things and stopped.  It was too
surreal to be asking a 14 year old how I could stop sex with another
underage student his age (his roommate) something I should have started.

I simply nodded (though I actually had no idea how to stop things).

Thinking for a minute or two Alec said "Clifford would explain why so much
of my cum leaked out of you.  How big is he?"

The fact he used the word cum I saw as a sign of progress as now we were
talking as if this was just about sex, as was his curiosity about
Clifford's size.

"I think about seven inches," I said.  "He is uncut like you."

"I knew he was uncut," said Alec.  "I've seen him in the locker-room.  And
I knew he was pretty big as I have seen him soft.  But then most of the
guys on the football team seem huge."

I didn't say anything.

After another few minutes of introspection Alec said "I don't think I want
anyone fucking you without my permission."

Under any other circumstance a 14 year old student telling his teacher who
he could and could not have sex with would be inconceivable.  But I had
lost control of my life.  I was sitting here hoping he would forgive me and
we could move on and he would have sex with me ever again.

I had (or thought I had) feelings for this boy.  I loved him so much so
that I came whenever he fucked me without touching my cock, didn't I?

I had betrayed him and I felt he had a right, being my first and being
someone I was so totally smitten with, to tell me who and who I couldn't
have sex with.

I nodded my head again.

"We will need a password so you know I have sent the boy to you," said
Alec.

Suddenly I was confused.  I had thought he was proposing we would be
monogamous (or at least my ass would be since he said nothing about
sucking).  Now he was proposing other boys fuck me if he gave them the
password?

I was already compromised.  Five boys not only had had sex with me, but
some of them knew about the others.  The research shows that if you tell
one person a secret they will on average tell seven others, especially if
it is a big secret.  Was Alec proposing more boys should not just know,
they should be doing what we were taking so much risk doing?

"How about if a boy says 'it's my turn', then you will know I have sent
him," asked Alec in all seriousness.  "That is what I said after Abbey had
fucked you and it was hot."

I knew I should be shutting this conversation down, if only because too
many students already knew but also because I didn't like the boy I had
just convinced to go back to fucking me and I thought I loved was openly
contemplating sharing me and thus increasing our risk, MY RISK, at being
caught.

I simply considered his proposal and, on reflection, said "I think Rob
actually used those words Monday night."

"Hmmm," thought Alec.  "Maybe he had heard me say that when I came by after
Abbey.  That was the night he confronted me coming back from your room."

I reflected on this and realized how reckless I had been that night and
every other night.  Even right now talking about this with Alec in my
office with boys milling about in the hall.

I knew I had been out of control for weeks and here we were discussing
widening the circle and me not only doing more but me putting myself
entirely in the hands of this 14 year old boy.

Before I could think through how totally irrational and dangerous this was
and how suicidal it was about to become, Alec stood up and began to
unbutton his shirt and take it off.

It was still before lights out, so there were boys in the hallway outside
my office and apartment, undoubtedly students had seen him come into my
office as the last boy during my office and was still in my office even
though no student needed to meet with me (or phone home) for this long.

Yet in front of me Alec was starting to strp.  Clearly (consciously or
subconsciously) he intended to have sex with me.

Again I should have been stopping things but I just sat there and watched
him undo his pants and let them fall to the floor.

Alec seemed almost absentmindedly undressing, his mind still trying to
think of a plan for how I would know who in the school he had given
permission to fuck me.

"We could use a word no one would use in conversation so people like Rob
wouldn't say it by accident," Alec said as he sat back down and bent
forward and removed his socks.  "What about something like 'Gryffindor'.
It's from Harry Potter and no one would say that to you out of the blue."

I couldn't take my eyes off Alec sitting there in his white briefs.  He was
still soft (I had gotten rock hard the second he undid the first buttons of
his shirt).

Here was the gorgeous slim French boy I had lusted after whenever I went
into his room and caught him changing and who had destroyed my resolve and
my moral compass when he confessed to me he thought he was gay and then
asked to fuck me.

Uncut boys' cocks lay different in underwear.  Cut boys' cocks tended to
lay left or right, different by boy's underwear preference and the size of
their cocks.  With briefs this was especially true but also seemed to be
true in boxers (which in my school few boys wore).  Uncut boys tended
always to stick out in front or, the bigger ones, hang straight down,
irrespective of boxers or briefs (though more sore in briefs).

I couldn't take my eyes off Alec's uncut cock laying over his balls and
pointing towards the floor in the front of his briefs.  He was just big
enough his cock pointed straight down.

He was so slim and smooth.  I now knew his body intimately and loved every
inch.  His skin was so soft and just a little darker than the fair haired
blond boy (Rob) he roomed with, due to his French Canadian background.  He
looked like he was always slightly tanned.

Alec was lost in thought, trying to plan his system for handing off my ass
to whom (classmates?).  Alec was so lost in thought he didn't really notice
how much I was looking up and down his body and obsessing on those briefs
and the uncut cock beneath them.  I was so busy lusting after this boy in
my office in only his underwear I had now completely forgotten that now was
not the time to have sex with the entire flat up and around.

Snapping me out of my obsession over this underwear clad boy in front of me
that I thought I loved I heard him ask again "would 'Gryffindor' work?"

Being a private school we already had competing 'houses' and many sports
were about inter-house sports competition.  In the junior school the house
names were based on Tolkien's books so they were named 'goblins',
'wizards', etc.  That JK Rowling chose these sort of names for her
fictional Hogwarts' houses, aside from they sound magical, was very
boarding school and the last thing I wanted to be reminded of when a grade
10 (I assumed Alec was thinking of handing me off to some of his
classmates) asked me for sex was the junior school houses and a 12 years
and younger pre-pubescent boys.

Continuing to look Alec up and down in his briefs and remembering a safer
time when I just would stick my head in his room and catch him changing or
see him in the locker-room in his underwear I immediately knew what I
wanted boys to say to me.

"Can I fuck you," I said.

"What," Alec asked.

"It's what you said to me the first time," said.  "That is what boys should
say to me."

"Isn't that like 'it's my turn', couldn't someone like Rob say that?"

"Rob would never be polite enough to ask.  He is a bit of a dick, unlike
you," I said, which caused Alec to break into a big smile, the first time I
had seen him smile all week.

"How about 'can I fuck you SIR'," Alec said, continuing to smile as he
beamed at me.  I couldn't help but smile back.  We were back on the same
intimate page that made us different from my relationship, even my sexual
relationship, with the other boys in the school.  This was the boy I had
fallen for (well given myself to and couldn't do without).

"Yes you can," I said softly, as though he had actually been asking to fuck
me and not proposing a password that would result in his sharing my ass
with other boys.

I stood, took Alec by the hand and led him out of the office (where his
clothes except for his briefs were on a pile on the floor) and into my
apartment.

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