Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2015 00:59:16 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can I fuck you 20

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When I awoke on Friday morning I felt obligated to deal with Rob first
thing.  I had given Alec my word and I had awoken happy at having a load of
his cum in my ass and one in stomach even if the sex we had was not very
romantic.  Perhaps that was not surprising given it started as his attempt
to recreate what I had done with Rob.  Though with his asking for a code
for him to give to boys to have sex with me and the finger fucking my ass,
and making me lick them clean, which were not things Rob had done made me
wonder where things stood with Alec and what I was not committed too.

As the boys were finishing their routine of waking, showering and getting
into their school clothes (grey flannels, school tied, green blazers and
white dress shirts, though green was permissible, except for prefects who
had burgundy blazers).

I went to Alec's room and asked Rob to come into my office.

Once Rob sat down and I had closed the door I started with my most serious
flat master voice to lay down the law: "What happened on Monday night was
unacceptable."

Rob seemed like he had expected this conversation as he didn't balk.  He
knew I was still his teacher, so could make life difficult for him in the
courses I taught him (and graded), and I was still his flat master, so I
could give bad reports to his parents and thus make his life difficult.
But he also knew he had stuff on me that would end my career and probably
send me to jail.

I assumed, since he was someone who liked to push limits and balked at
rules, that he would push back and use the threat of exposing me to make me
continue.  Had he done that I would have had no idea how to respond.  I had
promised Alec I would not let anyone fuck me without saying the words "can
I fuck you sir".

Fortunately Rob didn't push things.  Though his compliance seemed too easy.

When Rob said "your still going to suck my cock," I relaxed.  Maybe we had
come to an understanding that would work as Alec seemed to only be upset
about me getting fucked.

I nodded.

"Fine with me," Rob said, getting up from the chair and exiting my office
and going to his and Alec's room across the hall.

I wasn't quite sure who had defined things for the other but I had done
what Alec had instructed and at this moment the only one who had the right
to fuck me was Alec.

The bizarreness of my situation, that I had surrendered control over my ass
to a 14 year old grade 10 boy who I was supposed to help raise and teach
boundaries, was lost on me.  I had long ago stopped trying to understand
right and wrong.  I was just happy that I had put an end to something that
I knew was wrong on so many levels, the most important of which was that it
bothered Alec (the most important should have been I was letting a grade 10
student who had no respect for authority to control me and I had let him do
things that no person, irrespective of age, should do to another).

When Abbey came to get me to sign his away sheet I didn't even speak to him
or read it.  I just signed it knowing that he didn't have approval or
parental supervision.  It also didn't surprise me when Clifford showed up
with his weekend permission sleep.  I didn't have authority to sign his as
he wasn't on my floor but I didn't care.  I just signed the sheet giving
him permission to be outside of the flat for the weekend.  I didn't even
look to see where he was signing out to (if I had I would have noted the
same address as Abbey had check out to).

While I was partially broken, in that I no longer was taking my supervisory
role seriously, I was also more relaxed than I had been in weeks.
Confessing things to Alec had made me feel that all my sins had been
forgiven.  And ending things with Robert (well ending the rough things and
anal which I hadn't enjoyed) had lifted a weight from my shoulders.  The
risky behaviour and the blackmail would now hopefully end.

My feeling of safety turned out to be short lived.  Before lights out, a
younger boy, a grade 8, from the junior flats came into my office.  He
wasn't supposed to be out of the junior school which was in a different
(though attached wing) of the school.  In the junior school boys billeted
six to a room.  And the flat masters and monitors (the junior school
version of prefects) did rounds regularly.

This boy should have been in bed and asleep two hours ago, and he was
running a risk being out of bed and off the flat.

Just seeing him in my doorway in his PJs I knew that Alec must be behind
this.  Why Alec would let a boy from the junior school in on this confused
me.  This was a kid with different teachers who lived on a different flat.
Our circle of secrecy just got stretched to the point it may not ever come
back.

The boy, nervously, said with a thick French Canadian accent, "can I fuck
you sir," confirming what I had already suspected.  Alec had sent him.  I
surmised Alec knew him (I would later learn they came from the same small
town in northern Quebec).

I had to admit the boy was fucking cute.  He was maybe 12 or 13 and blond
and slim, like a younger version of Alec.  He was tall for his age.  He had
that French Canadian look.  Quebec boys are hot (adults not so much but in
their teen years they were hotter than English boys though there was
something to be said about the all American boy look that white Engish
Canadian and U.S. boys had).  The key difference was that Quebec boys were
uncut and I had developed a taste for that.

I got up and closed the door.

"What are you here for," I asked.

"Alec said you would let me fuck you sir," he responded.

"Do you know what that is," I asked.

The boy looked at me as though I was a moron.  "Of course."

I wasn't sure about letting a boy from the junior school fuck me, though I
had been serious when I promised Alec he was in control of my ass.  I
decided I would try sucking this boy and see if that was sufficient (how
had things fallen so far when I was trying to navigate my own subservience
to a boy in grade 10 by trying to suck off a grade 8 boy in the junior
school).

Did Alec think he was doing me a favour?  This boy was hot.  In a way,
given my developing taste in boys, he was.  This was a younger version of
Alec and he undoubtedly had an uncut cock.

Was Alec testing me?  This was a kid two years behind him in school.

I dropped to my knees and pulled down the boy's PJs and white briefs (also
like Alec) to his knees.  I didn't even know his name but I had his young
cock in my hand, the youngest cock I had ever touched.

I was amazed at how big this junior school boy was.  He had to be around 12
and he was almost 4" long, though his cock was so skinned.  The foreskin
covered the head entirely.

His foreskin was tight.  I massaged it with my hand.  This boy couldn't
have jacked off much.  It was difficult getting it to pull back.

I played with it and loosened his skin, working his cock.

I couldn't actually get the foreskin to fully pull back from the head but
when he looked up he seemed to be enjoying it so I lowered my mouth on his
cock.  I sucked him and, since he was small, kept his cock in my mouth and
used my mouth and tongue to work his cock hoping the pressure would make
him cum.

It seemed to be working because before long he was letting out little
gasps.

I kept it up and soon he was spurting in my mouth.

I say spurting because it wasn't like anyone I had sucked before.  He
didn't cum by shooting thick ropes of cum.  He shot liquid injections into
my mouth.

After only five of them he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled up
his briefs and underwear mumbling "thanks sir" and left, me still on my
knees.

The hard cock in my pants meant I had actually liked that.

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