From: Mark <naturgeil@xoommail.com>
Subject: I get back at Nick (M/t) (oral) (reluc)
Date: 26 Nov 1998 00:00:00 GMT

I Get Back at Nick (Part 1)

I stepped out of the cool air conditioned environment of
Gladesville Shopping Centre and into the hot afternoon sun
of a Sydney suburban summer.  It was a Friday afternoon and
I started walking back to the car park, past the bus
shelters when my eyes made contact with a boy of about
fourteen, wearing a school back pack, who was shuffling
outside the bus, waiting to get on board.  He froze when he
recognized me.

The bus driver waited briefly, assuming we were both going
to board as well, but I waved him off and then stood face to
face with Nick Paterson at the empty bus shelter.

"Well, well well, if it isn't Nick the Shithead.  Long time
no see!"

"Fuck! I've missed the bus now," he said nervously, a far
cry from the loudmouth, over confident and rude twelve year
old I'd know at South Gladesville High School where I was a
relief teacher about eighteen months earlier.  His eyes
darted around the bus shelter and then towards the entrance
to the shops, and he started to walk back.  I placed my
right hand swiftly and firmly on his shoulder, halting his
stride.

"I'm so glad to see you again, Nick!  I'm sure you haven't
forgotten me already, shithead!"  That last word was raised,
angry but restrained through my gritted teeth as I pushed
him towards the wall behind the bus rank and out of sight of
some approaching shoppers.

"Let me go," he pleaded in a scared, soft voice, "what do
you want?"

This prick of a kid knew exactly what I wanted.  When I had
the misfortune to be assigned to his Year 7 classes he used
every trick in his pre-pubescent,
give-the-teacher-a-hard-time textbook.  From paper planes,
name calling, spitting through pen barrels, condom balloon
throwing and a whole host of other antics, Nick really
showed what a smart-arse he was, and how he liked to impress
his mates.  I had a bone to pick.

At the time I did my relief teaching at South Gladesville,
most of the classes I took were in the junior school, and
most of the kids were well behaved, co-operative and
friendly.  The year seven classes were generally very esy to
manage, and I spent a lot of time admiring the spunky young
boys under my supervision.

Nick Paterson caght my eye immediately with his lightly
tanned skin, blond surfie type hair, piercing blue eyes and
cheeky grin.

My experiences with him also involved numerous methods to
modify his behaviour, such as welfare incident reports,
counselling, parent interviews and supervising him at
one-on-one after school detentions, but nothing seemed to
change his attitude.  He continued to test me often and the
lustre of his physical appearance gradually wore off.  After
a term I gained a promotion and transfer to another school,
and my twelve weeks at South Gladesville were over.  But I
still had a bad taste in my mouth.

"I'm sorry you missed the bus, Nick," I said sarcastically,
"Where were you going?"

"To a friend's."  He replied softly and meekly, unable to
protest as my overbearing physical presence dominated his
lonely position against the wall.  His eyes were staring
blankly at his feet.

"Can't you look someone in the eye when they're talking to
you, shithead?"

No reply.

I changed the tone of my voice realizing he was under my
control.  "I'll give you a lift," I said, "you can save your
bus money."

"I'll catch the next one, please."  The look in his eyes and
his slowly reddening cheeks revealed a completely different
kid to the one I remembered a year and a half before.  I
could sense anxiety welling in his young body, and while
still feeling contempt at his earlier schoolboy antics, I
was now quietly admiring the way his youthful body had
developed in early adolescence.  Before me stood a slightly
taller boy, but little else had changed in his physical
appearance.  From a naughty Year seven boy had emerged a
handsome, although short but well proportioned young teenage
boy.

"What are you, a pansy?  Are you afraid of me?"  My mocking
tone elicited a predictably bravado response.

"No way!" he splurted.  "What do you want, anyway?"

"An apology."

"What for?" he asked, the anxiety clearly vivible in his
eyes, his face becoming more flushed.

"Let's go back to my place," I said, moving closer and
placing my right hand on his shoulder.  "Or I'll smash the
fucking shit out of you, you little prick" I groped his
prick with my left hand and I felt he had a stiff.  Not
really surprising, many boys get a spontaneous erection when
they're scared.  He winced briefly.  "You've got a hard-on!"
I remarked with approval "I am impressed!"  He said nothing
and I let go.  "Move it, now!"

I led him back to my car and opened the boot.  "Put your bag
in here."  He complied quickly and without a word and I
slammed down the boot lid.  I unlocked the front passenger
door and he got in.

"Make sure you put your seat belt on," I told him.  I got
into the driver's seat and my adrenalin was rushing.  "I
don't wnat that pretty face of yours smashed if we have an
accident!"  It was a five minute drive back to my place, and
I was wondering what he was thinking.  I had just one thing
on my mind.

"Do you like watching porno's?"

No answer.  We got out and I unlocked the boot and took his
bag out.  I banged the lid shut.

I turned the key in my front door and pushed it open, taking
out the key.  I guided Nick into the hall, following him and
shut the door behind us.


"I get back at Nick" (Part 2)

Now I had a hard-on. I tossed his school bag onto the floor
and faced him.  I pushed him against the wall and moved
right up to him.  Placing my arms around his shoulder,
almost up to his neck, I thrust my groin against his and
pushed my lips against his mouth.  He opened his mouth,
almost reflexively, and I could taste the faint odour of
Coke and salty crisps as my tongue plunged into his mouth,
lashing his warm pink orifice his teeth, his gums, his
tongue; my saliva leeching with his.  The tension between
our bodies was electric as I sensed Nick's initial
revulsion, but then submission as his muscles slowly
relaxed and his body became putty in my arms.  He was
loving it.

I led him up the hall, towards my bedroom, and opened the
door where my unmade bed and strewn clothing made the
perfect backdrop to my charged emotions.  I pushed him down
onto the bed and began to undress.  As he lay there, still
stunned by the sequence of events, I was totally naked and
shamelessly displaying myself in front of him.  "Now it's
your turn.  Get undressed."

He fumbled with his sweatshirt but it was obvious that he
found it difficult to undress lying on a bed.  I pulled his
baggy pants down to his ankles where I removed his shoes
and socks before ripping off his pants completely.  Nick
managed to throw off his sweatshirt and finally the T-shirt
underneath.  All that remained were his boxer shorts,
adorned with colourful images of formula-one racing cars.
"So you like it fast, eh Nick?"

"What?" he replied, missing the point.  I grabbed the
elastic at his hips and pulled his boxers down his legs and
then over his feet, throwing them onto the pile of clothes
now scattered around my bedroom.  Before me lay the
stunning young naked body of this fourteen year old
schoolboy, his small stiff penis perpendicular and
throbbing slightly over his smooth flat tummy, a small but
dense tuft of dark pubic hair adorning the top of his
groin, his tight hairless balls nesting comfortably between
his upper thighs.

"Ever had your cock sucked?"  I asked, not really caring
about or expecting an answer, as I squatted over him,
massaging his chest and nipples, my hard cock dribbling pre-
cum over his tummy.  I was taken aback when he actually
opened his mouth to speak.

"My brother sucked me off heaps of times when he lived at
home.  It was great, but he moved out a couple of years
ago."

"How old were you when he started?"  I asked curiously,
gently massaging his slender arms with the tip of my
fingers.

"About eight.  He's seven years older than me.  "Did you
ever suck him?"

"Sure.  After a while he wanted it too.  We slept in the
same bedroom and he'd want us to do it every night.  It was
really strange at first to have someone spurt sperm in your
mouth, but after a while, I didn't mind."

"Can you remember the first time you ever blew?" I asked.

"When he first started to suck me nothing happened but he
said that I would probably have to wait a couple of years
before I would enjoy it.  When I was about eleven or twelve
I can remember him sucking me for only about ten seconds
then I just blew heaps into his mouth..."

Listening to his story of brotherly love caused my bubbling
testosterone to pass the point of no return, then a week's
supply of ball cream suddenly burst from my cock,
splattering over Nick's face and chest.  Not wanting him to
miss out, I quickly regained my breath and moved down to
his cute hard-on, swallowing it completely and lashing my
tongue against his tender swollen shaft while he moaned in
a high pitched grunt.  I could feel his body tense briefly
before he relaxed his muscles, then Nick ejaculated
forcefully into my mouth.

After a brief period of mutual breathlessness where I also
had a chance to do a bit of wiping up with one of the bed
sheets, Nick paid me a rare compliment.

"You suck better than my brother!  I'm sorry I gave you a
hard time when you were at school, but it was the only way
I could get your attention.  Every time you were near me I
got a stiff.  I always wanted to see you naked and you
probably never knew, but once when you supervised me during
detention, I pulled myself off while you were reading the
paper.  The stain's still on the carpet in room 23!"

"You little.. prick!  You mean.. you wanted it two years
ago?"  You were small and cute then, but you're a real
horny spunk now.  I'm sorry what happened back at the bus
stop."

"I thought you were going to beat the crap out of me!"

We laughed for a while then I turned to lie on top of him,
and we kissed furiously.  Our dicks had become recharged
and I invited Nick to suck me.  He did so with such great
finesse and technique that I suppose his brother should
take some of the credit!  I pulled away when I was about to
cum and my depleted supply of jism guzzled over his face,
but it was a fantastic orgasm.

During that late afternoon I discovered that Nick enjoyed
ejaculating by frottage, which he had learnt while rubbing
his dick against the sheets while lying naked in bed.  He
got on top of me and started rubbing his dick against my
tummy, where our sweat made an excelent lubricant.  My
fingers tingled his back and neck and it didn't take long
for hiom to cum again, groaning quietly at this pleasurable
method.

Both of us dozed of in the heat of the late afternoon, but
I remember floating in a sea of bliss, while Nick quietly
snored by my side.


I get back at Nick (Part 3)

A late February dusk was encroaching and Nick woke up,
looking around in a daze before realizing where he was.  I
asked him where he was supposed to be.

"I was going to spend the night at my mate Toby's place.  A
few of the guys were also coming around.  Toby's got a pool
and his parents are away.  He says he goes skinny dipping
when they're away."

"Give him a call and say you've got other plans," I said,
handing him the phone from my bedside table.

"Sorry mate, but I can't make it tonight ... I've got a cold ...
yeah, next time, promise.  Who's there, anyway?  Oh, good.
See ya next week.  Bye."

He gave the phone back to me.  "How many of your friends
are there?" I asked.

"There's Toby, Patrick, Jeromy, Brad, er.. Nathan, Shawn,
Kevin, and Trevor."

"No girls?" I enquired.

"No way!" he snorted.

"Have you been with the other boys.. er.. skinny dipping
before?"

"Yeah, once before, last New Year's Eve.  It was really
great.  We had a barbecue, watched a porno, and we all went
around in the nude.  I also had it off with a couple of
guys."

"Oh yes," I said, "what happened?"

"Nothing much really.  I found Nathan and Brad jerking off
together so I joined them.  Brad's a really good guy."

My dick was starting to swell at the thought.  "How old are
your friends?" I asked.

"About my age - we've all just started Year 9, we're about
fourteen."

"Come with me, I want to show you something."  I grabbed
Nick's arm and we unfurled ourselves from the bed, leading
him down the hallway and towards the back of the house.
When I opened the door to reveal my indoor pool and spa,
the water shimmering in the faint light Nick pinched my arm
and squealed with delight.

"Wow!  This is better than Toby's place!"

"And there's even more."  I switched on the light to reveal
the rest of the set up - a cosy bar, the door into the
steam sauna, and an intimate lounge area with a wide screen
TV and VCR.  "What about a movie?" I asked.

As we watched a `Natureboy' video, sipping Jim Beam and
coke, I asked Nick about his friends.

"Do you think they'd like to come over here one day?" I
asked.

"Sure thing," he replied, "anytime."

"Well, it looks like it's going to stay hot.  Next weekend
should be OK.  I'll leave it to you to organize."  With
that we finished our drinks and enjoyed the spa and sauna
for a couple of hours but by midnight both of us were
justifiably tired and headed back to my bedroom.  As the
overhead fan rotated above us and Nick pressed firmly
against my side we fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning I drove Nick back home and after I dropped
him off I saw those piercing eyes and cheeky grin flash in
front of  me once again.  Next weekend seemed a long way
away.

THE END.


Any comments welcome. A sequel "Toby's Pool Party" is in the
pipeline.