Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 00:43:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jax Metcalfe <pixajax@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cocksure Boiz 1

You know how it is. You are all calm and suddenly you see a "spring
chicken" crossing your path. Your eyes take in the tight butt, the soft
skin, the beesting lips and already you can feel your root stirring in your
pants. Your eyes travel to his crotch seeking the telltale bulge and even
if you can't see it, your imagination supplies it and your cock continues
to grow and twitch. You are desperate to find a quiet place so you can
masturbate thinking about your spring chicken, thinking about what things
you and he could do together - if he was willing.

And then he looks at you and smiles. He SMILES! He is inviting you to smile
back, to say something friendly, to strike up a conversation. Say
something! Say anything! Just respond! Try to forget the hardening cock in
your pants - oh, does it show? Can he see the bulge? - DO something!

Isn't it amazing? Here I am, a grown man, cool, in charge of myself. And
one smile from the tasty boi and I am reduced to jelly, gone soft
everywhere except the one place where HARD is what I love. I look at him,
see the warmth in his soft blue eyes, the smile hovering on his lips - my
god, what a mouth! just like a girl's and MADE for kissing and cocksucking!
- and I swear, I felt myself going red. Pathetic really.

"Are you the new English teacher, sir?" he asks me.

His question jolts me back to reality. It's lunch break and I - the new
teacher - am on "playground duty", which consists of checking all the quiet
corners of the school grounds to make sure there are no boys smoking or
looking at dirty magazines or wanking or worse (better?).

I nod.

"Mr Handy, isn't it, sir?"

I nod again.

"Welcome to the school, sir. My name is Julian Gay."

I gulp when I hear his surname. I wonder if.......

"Thank you, Gay. What are you doing here?"

"Here" was the back of the games pavilion, always a favorite spot for boiz
wanting to get up to no good.

It was the boy's turn to blush. He didn't reply.

"Well? I hope you are not one of those boys who goes in for self-abuse,
Gay."

"self-abuse" - what a dumb expression. Masturbation is a joyous activity
for any boy to indulge in, a necessary part of learning to love COCK, your
own and other people's.

Being alone behind the pavilion with this sexy piece of boimeat had made my
cock so hard now that it was impossible for him not to see it tenting my
pants. If he chose to look down at my crotch, that is. Which he did. I
followed his gaze as he checked me out and then our eyes met and I knew
that he knew.

"Self-abuse, sir? I am not sure I know what you mean, sir."

God, this kid was cool as a cucumber! He smiled at me again.

"Are you all right, sir? You seem a bit.....worked up."

Again he stared at my bulging crotch, only this time quite deliberately,
letting me know he was aware of my erection.

"That happens to me too, sir. Look."

With that, he cupped his crotch in the palm of his hand and made a
thrusting movement that confirmed that he too was getting an erection. I
was speechless. I was also breathless. I was beginning to panic. A teacher
doing stuff with one of his pupils was about as dangerous as anything a man
might do.

"Is self-abuse the same as playing with your penis, sir?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Oh, well, in that case, the answer is yes, sir. Is it a VERY bad thing to
do?"

What could I say?

"No, it's not exactly bad, Julian" - (dangerous ground this, switching to
his first name) - "but....."

"But what, sir? I wouldn't want to do anything wrong."

"No, it's not wrong. It's just that...."

"All the boys do it, sir. They call it "wanking" or "jerking off".

I nodded again. All this talk about wanking and jerking off was getting me
so horny that I was more desperate than ever to take my cock out and bring
the blessed relief of a mega-cumburst.

"Do men do it as well, sir? I mean......" he paused, I swear for dramatic
effect - "I mean, do YOU do it as well, sir?"

"Come into the pavilion, Julian. Shut the door behind you, make sure it's
locked."

And with that, I walked ahead of him into the empty building. I had made my
mind up. Whether he followed me was up to him.

I heard the door shut behind me and the safety bolt enabled. I turned.
Julian Gay was standing there, smiling again, his erect penis in his hand.



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