Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2008 13:31:23 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'Crossing the Line'
This story contains scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and
an underage boy. If you are below the legal age for reading material of
this type, or if it is illegal to read such material where you are,
please leave this page now.
I am still working on my next major story which I hope to start posting
in September. However, while rummaging through my files I found this one,
which I wrote several years ago, intending it to be the first chapter of
a much longer story. Unfortunately, I never found a satisfactory way of
developing it, but reading it again yesterday it seemed to stand up okay
as a one-off short story, and I think a few of you guys out there might
be able to relate to the situation it describes, so I polished it up
and sent it in. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, feedback will be more than welcome and I ALWAYS respond to
it. Please send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply
as soon as I can.
CROSSING THE LINE
It's a mild January day, a month short of my twenty fourth birthday,
when I start my new job, assistant physical education teacher at
Martlets Wood Boys' High School. After two years and one term working
in a mixed school in one of the capital's poorer neighbourhoods, I'm
ready for this. Martlets Wood is in one of South London's most
prosperous suburbs, close to the countryside of Kent and Surrey. It's
the type of school I've always wanted to work in. Standards here,
academic standards, behaviour, students' and parents' expectations,
are far higher than in the school where I've been working. I wasn't
expecting to get a new job until September, but the last guy got a
promotion, Head of P.E. at a school a few miles away, and so when his
job came up I went for it.
The first few days pass uneventfully. The boys are keen, respectful
and receptive; most of them are intelligent and well-spoken, exactly
as I expected. The main problem here seems to be kids who are too
well-fed. I'd guess that around a third of the boys are overweight to
some degree and a few of them are clinically obese.
By way of compensation, a good number are very cute. Well yes, I do
like teenage boys, but as far as school goes, it's on a strict `look
but don't touch' basis. Like I said I've been teaching for over two
years and not had a problem. Teachers, especially P.E. teachers, can
always manipulate situations if they're looking for illicit sex; I
wouldn't even consider it. Mixing business with pleasure just isn't
my thing; I'm too keen on staying out of jail.
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Friday afternoon, last session, I'm taking 7A games; we'll be playing
soccer. For the uninitiated, the boys in Year 7 are the youngest in
the school; kids who were eleven at the end of August last year, so
quite a few will have turned twelve by now. I took them earlier in
the week for their gym lesson; they seemed a very ordinary group; I
can't remember any of them. The problem with mild weather at this
time of year is that it is invariably quite wet; although it's dry
today, the soccer pitches are very muddy. After a completely
unremarkable lesson we trot back into the sports pavilion.
"Right boys! Strip off and get yourselves in the showers!" I tell
them briskly.
This is so standard; I don't even have to think about it. There are
no protests or soft excuses; they just get on with it. They're all
quite dirty; they know they aren't allowed to go home like that.
It's a couple of minutes before I notice him: a little over five feet
tall, a nice athletic body with a beautiful tan, medium length dark
hair and large brown eyes that seem to look right through you. He's
got a sort of Mediterranean look about him. Actually, that's not
strictly true; I spotted him out on the pitch. Bigger than most of
the boys in the class, and very strong, with good ball-control; he
was definitely the best player in the group. He pulls off his
underpants right in front of me. Down there, he's a monster. Even
without a hard-on it's around four inches long and medium thick. He's
uncut, but the end of his cock-head sticks out past his foreskin.
Just above his cock is a line of tiny, almost black pubes; a pair of
large well-formed balls hangs beneath. It looks most impressive on a
lad of his size; I can't take my eyes off it! It's way bigger than
any of the other boys in the class. To my alarm he looks right back
at me. I would have expected him to look embarrassed, or resentful of
my attention, but he doesn't seem fazed at all. He gives me a knowing
grin as much as to say, "I know your pack-drill, sir!" and strolls
into the showers.
I swallow hard, hoping that none of the other boys has noticed the
way I was looking at him. That look he gave me has set the alarm
bells ringing big-time. In over two years at my last school I never
came across anything like it; I certainly didn't expect to encounter
it here. And he's so young, just turned twelve at the absolute most.
Normally it's the fifteen to seventeen year olds who catch my
attention.
I try to get my head together and concentrate on supervising the rest
of the class. Most of the boys come out of the shower as fast as they
can; a few of them have to be sent back in again because they're
still dirty. After five minutes they're all out of the showers and
getting ready to go home, except him. I check the place where he was
getting changed; he's not there. I walk through and put my head round
the wall to look into the row of showers. He's standing there on his
own with a raging five inch plus erection.
"Time to go!" I say in as businesslike fashion as possible, trying to
pretend I haven't noticed. "I'm turning the showers off now!"
He smiles back. I ignore him as best I can, stride back into to the
changing room and turn off the showers. A moment later he emerges
into the drying area. The bell goes for the end of school. At least
half the boys are ready to go.
"Right gentlemen! I say in as firm and authoritative voice as I can
manage, "You may leave when you're ready. Make sure you leave the
premises in a quiet and orderly manner!"
There's a quick but disciplined exit, leaving me with no more than a
dozen boys. I know that within a couple of minutes almost all of them
will have gone too, leaving me alone with the boy in the drying area.
I glance across at him; he's got his back to me. Just at that moment
he bends down to dry his feet. I can't believe what I'm looking at;
his bum-hole is clearly visible, the area on either side badly
chafed. You do not have to be a rocket scientist to work that one
out! It must have happened very recently too, probably within the
last twenty four hours.
My heart's thumping so hard it's a wonder the other kids can't hear
it. I know exactly what I ought to do; go to the deputy head in
charge of boys' welfare and report what I've seen. The problem is
that that course of action might not be a no-cost option. There might
be questions about why I've noticed it when nobody else has. I figure
that my predecessor must have walked round with his eyes shut not to
have seen it, it's that obvious. The boy might complain that I was
staring at him; some of the other boys might back him up, I can't be
sure they didn't notice me looking at him. He might even say I'd
touched him, or worse. Mud sticks and I'm new here. It could be a
very tricky situation. There's another problem too; I want this kid
like I've never wanted anyone.
There are only two other boys left when he returns to the changing
room, his towel wrapped round his waist. For a moment this seems a
bit odd, but then it clicks; he doesn't want the other boys to see
him with an erection. He goes back to his place and puts on his
underpants just as they're going out of the door. As soon as they've
gone he turns round and smiles.
"What's your name?" I ask, trying to sound professional.
"Jamie Ferrero, sir," he replies.
His voice is light and pleasant, with just a trace of huskiness to
indicate that it has already started to break. I sit on the bench at
right angles to the one he's using.
"Come here," I say quietly.
He walks round and stands in front of me. I put my fingers into the
waistband of his underpants.
"I don't think you need those on," I tell him, and gently pull them
down.
He lets them fall to the floor, just standing there, waiting for my
next move. I hold the base of his cock between index finger and thumb
and take it into my mouth. In the last few years I've sucked plenty
of cocks, but never one like this, so young, so fresh, so smooth, so
steely hard. The fingers of his right hand stroke my hair; his touch
is sublime. Without releasing his cock I spit on my right middle
finger then place my hand between his legs and slowly slide my finger
upwards till I locate his rosebud entrance. I push gently; there's
little resistance, it slides straight in, just confirming what I
already knew. I let my finger pop back out again and slowly release
his glistening cock. I tap the bench to my left.
"Sit down here," I whisper.
He kicks off his underpants and sits down next to me. I put my arm
round him.
"Well Jamie! You are a surprise!" I tell him. "I've never met anyone
like you before."
He grins at me, looking embarrassed.
"You take it up the bum, don't you?" I continue. "I saw you when you
were drying your feet. I could see everything!"
"Yeah!" he whispers, looking straight into my eyes.
"Last night, at a guess," I say quietly, running my fingers over his
beautiful chest.
"Yeah! Mum and dad were out, they go out at least three nights a
week, more than that sometimes. I usually have a babysitter, but once
a week, twice sometimes, Uncle Travis looks after me. That's when we
do it."
"Don't your mum and dad get suspicious? I ask.
"No," he says, giving me a beautiful smile. "They don't care what I
do as long as I stay out of trouble."
"So how long has your uncle been doing this with you?" I enquire.
"Started when I was ten," he says, looking at the floor, "just
messing about at first. He knew I was up for it and I never said
anything, so he got me into doing more and more stuff. Then last
Easter he fucked me. Now he does that all the time."
"Do you like that?"
"Yeah!" he says, still smiling. "Hurt pretty bad the first couple of
times but now I've got used to it, it's awesome!"
"Are you twelve yet?" I ask, a pretty irrelevant question; I'd be in
deep shit whether he is or not.
"Yeah, last November."
"Right! So what do you want?"
"I want to see what you've got for me!"
"Go on then!" I say, giving him an affectionate squeeze.
He kneels in front of me opens the top of my shorts and pulls down
the zip. A second later he's got my cock out. I'm no freak, but I'm
well above average; a good eight inches anyway. I've never had any
complaints on that score! He moistens his lips and takes it into his
mouth. His technique is outstanding, sucking right down on it, taking
it right down his throat, coming back up to lick all over my bell-end
then diving back down again. This must be one of the things his uncle
got him into before he started fucking him. He licks all over my cock-
head one more time and lets it slide slowly out of his mouth. He sits
back on his heels and smiles up at me.
"That was brilliant!" I tell him, ruffling his hair. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah! Wicked!" he whispers. "I love doing stuff with Uncle Travis,
but he's nowhere near as fit as you!"
I've never met the guy, so I don't know how much of a compliment that
is, but I'll take it anyway.
"Thanks!" I say. "So what d'you want now?"
"You know what I want!" he says, giving me the cheekiest smile I've
ever seen. "Your cock up my bum!"
I know full well that I ought to hold it right here, but I just can't
do it. The kid is so horny and so beautiful; I simply can't resist.
"Wait one moment," I tell him. "There's something I need."
I go into the staff changing room and retrieve the tube of
moisturising cream from my bag. It's not as good as KY but it'll do
the job. I quickly re-emerge. He's still sitting on the bench,
looking more gorgeous than ever.
"Okay, let's do it!" I say.
I get him into position, bending right over, feet wide apart, hands
resting on the bench. I quickly lube myself up and work some cream
into his hole. This is it. I guide my cock onto its target. I give
one quick thrust and penetrate him. The surprises and delights just
keep on coming. The kid's taken everything I've got; plenty of the
older guys I've fucked can't manage that, but even better, he's got
the cutest, tightest little bum I've ever fucked. I work myself up to
a strong steady, rhythm till I'm pounding his arse like it was going
out of fashion. Jamie's moaning quietly. Fuck! He loves it! I take
hold of his rampant cock; it's throbbing like crazy.
The realisation of being right inside this boy is completely
intoxicating. Someone said that power is the greatest aphrodisiac;
the power of possessing this young lad's body, of being in total
charge of it, must be the greatest aphrodisiac of all. I push on even
harder, playing with his cock and balls at the same time. His moans
get louder, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged. With no more
warning his bum flares and tightens round my dick; his cock swelling
and jerking in my hand, thick wads of cum shooting right over the
bench and onto the floor on the other side. He's taken me right over
the edge; I thrust right into him, pressing myself against his cute
little butt.
"Oh! Oh!! Oh fuck!! Oh!! Ohh!!! Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!!
Wad after wad of thick, creamy spunk shoots into Jamie's hot young
body until my balls are drained of every last drop. It's my longest,
wildest orgasm ever; I've cum so much it feels like I'll be out of
commission for days. After a long pause I gently pull out. He gets up
and looks round, giving me another blast of that cheeky smile.
"Thanks sir! That was wicked!"
He trots off to the bathroom. A little over five minutes later he's
dressed and on his way home. I sink down onto one of the benches
trying to get my head round what I've just done. I told myself that
this was never going to happen; I didn't have a problem in this area;
I was a professional, in control of my feelings. So what happens? I
get the come-on from a really cute twelve year old who clocks me
looking at him; ten minutes later I'm fucking his arse. How could I
be so stupid? It could cost me my career; I might even end up going
to jail for it. It was the most unbelievable, mind-blowing sex I've
ever had, but was it worth that sort of risk? It's no defence that
Jamie was up for it, or that he'd done it before; it was my
responsibility to make sure that nothing like that happened, and I
failed.
And what's going to happen next week? If we keep doing this, sooner
or later it's going to come on top; it's bound to. To make matters
worse, I'm going to be coaching the year seven soccer team. He's
bound to be in it, he just has to be; I'm going to be around him all
the time. If I try to pull back from having sex with him, he might
not understand; he might get upset, think I don't want him anymore.
Then what will he do? More to the point, what am I going to do? The
honest answer is I don't know. I've crossed the line; I'm in a
situation I've always told myself would never arise, and now it has.
If I sense that things are about to go south, I could disappear,
leave the country, start a new life somewhere else, plenty of people
have done it. It'd mean giving up everything I've worked for, but
that's better than spending upwards of three years in jail, and
that's certainly what I'd get.
Strange, isn't it? Just when everything's going so well and life
could hardly be better, something comes and bites you on the bum.
I'll have to play it dead right to get out of this one!