Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 16:36:14 -0800
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Making David Feel Better

The following story is primarily a work of fiction using an actual event as
a starting point for a series of fictional events*.  Names are entirely made
up.  It depicts physical contact and clearly homoerotic activity between a
man and a teenage boy.  If you're under 18, don't like this kind of thing or
it's illegal where you are you shouldn't read any further.  It's mine, so
I'd be grateful if you didn't steal it.  I hope you find it a turn on.  If
you have any comments please email me.

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David Morgan lay in his bed feeling miserable while his three roommates
jumped around and shouted exactly as usual.  He turned to face the wall and
tried to block out the noise and the disturbance.
David was thirteen years old and on his first school skiing trip; a week in
the Italian Alps.  Unfortunately in the couple of weeks before the trip was
due to begin, he'd had the 'flu and been off school.  His mum had been very
uncertain about whether it made sense for him to go in the circumstances,
but he really didn't want to miss out.  Unfortunately, three days in, he'd
suddenly started feeling feverish and aching again, and had come straight to
bed when they returned from the slopes, rather than going to eat with the
rest of the group.  His three roommates had come back after dinner and shown
a typical teenage lack of concern...

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and they settled down as Simon
opened it.

Mr Thomas, the PE teacher who was one of the accompanying adults was at the
door.

"Right you lot, I need to take a look at Morgan, so clear off downstairs and
don't come back until I come and find you to tell you you can."

The three scattered to put on shoes and grab belongings, then with one cry
of "see you later Dave!" they were gone, and Mr Thomas entered the room.

David liked Mr Thomas - though he wasn't teaching him this year, he had the
year before.  They lived not far apart, and sometimes, if it was raining
when he drove past on the way to school in the mornings he would stop and
give David a lift.  The teacher was not very tall, but was fit and well
built, with dark hair and occasionally had a moustache, though not at that
time.  David turned from the wall to face him as he came closer.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"It's mostly just aches sir" David replied.  "And I feel a bit hot."

Mr Thomas reached over and felt the student's forehead.  It certainly seemed
hot to him, though he was no expert.

"Well, I need to check your temperature anyway, but, well..." he trailed off
and David looked at him curiously.  The teacher looked uncomfortable for
some reason.  David just watched him as he struggled for what to say.

"Well look, Morgan, the thing is the only thermometer the hotel has is a
local one, and you don't put it in your mouth, I have to put it in your
arse."

Mr Thomas was one of those PE teachers who spoke bluntly, particularly when
berating the boys on the field, and hearing the word wasn't particularly
surprising to David, though the idea of the man putting something in his
bottom was clearly a weird one.

The two just looked at each other for a minute, then Mr Thomas said "so come
on, turn over on top of your sheets and let's get this done with".

David climbed out of bed and pulled the sheets back up then went to lay on
top.

"You'll need to drop you pyjamas, Morgan" observed the teacher, and blushing
slightly at not having made the obvious connection, David bent to do so,
showing his smooth white cheeks fully to his teacher as he did so.  He may
have been imagining it, but he thought he heard Mr Thomas draw in a sharp
breath at that moment.  Then he was laying on top of his bed, hit pyjama
trousers around his ankles.

He felt Mr Thomas settle beside him and then there was a moment's pause.

"I'll be honest with you, Morgan.  I've never done this before, so I'm not
sure exactly how to do this.  Let me see if this works."

David felt something small and cold placed just between his bum cheeks, and
he instinctively clenched them slightly to try and hold it in place.  Mr
Thomas left it there of a few minutes then took it away.  The pupil turned
his head slightly to see the adult squinting at the device.

"I have no idea whether this is right or not.  I think this is saying your
temperature's normal, but it didn't feel normal just now.  Maybe this thing
needs to go properly up to your arsehole.  I'm sorry about this kid." and he
ruffled David's hair slightly.  "Relax will you?"

David let himself go limp, though he had actually started to get a lot
firmer in at least one area.

Mr Thomas repositioned himself on the bed and pushed the thermometer back
between David's cheeks, this time manipulating it slightly until it
connected with the muscle at the edge of the boy's hole.  "Okay now tighten
it up again to hold it there."

David followed the instruction, and again felt his cock harden at the feel
of the hard alien object touching his arsehole.  As he did so, almost as if
he was properly looking at what he was doing for the first time, Mr Thomas
exclaimed "Christ Morgan, your arse is smooth!  You've got some growing up
to do, haven't you?"

David was confused by the comment.  What was the man expecting his arse to
be if not smooth, lumpy?  "What do you mean, 'smooth' sir?"

"Just that you haven't got a single hair down there yet - what are you,
thirteen?"  David nodded.  "I'd have thought you'd have at least a bit of
bum fluff by now.  Some of the other lads your age have got their pubes by
now... I bet" he added, sounding slightly flustered.

David agreed.  "Yes sir, some of the boys in my class have, but I don't have
any yet.  But I didn't realise arses got hairy too."

"Christ yes" replied Mr Thomas.  "You should see mine!"

For reasons he couldn't understand, David found his arse convulsing at that
thought, and his little hairless cock stiffened still further.  Mr Thomas
once again drew in his breath sharply, and though he wasn't looking, David
was sure he'd had his eyes on his bottom at that moment.

Without warning, the thermometer was taken away and once again he watched
the teacher scrutinise it.

"I'm still not sure.  I'm going to give it one more go, but this time I'm
going to try putting it properly inside.  Is that okay?"

David was sure that he liked the feelings having the thermometer (or was it
the man) applied to his bottom, so he readily agreed.

Mr Thomas shifted around on the bed to get better access, and then after a
few further moves said "The only way I can see this working is if you spread
your arse with your hands.  You should probably lift your arse up off the
bed a bit too."

David shuffled around a little on the bed, then, pushing his hips upwards,
he reached behind him with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart.  The
noise Mr Thomas made at this was almost a groan, and David realised his
little balls would also be visible, though not his cock, which was now
pressing hard up against his stomach.   Then the man positioned himself
facing the bottom of the bed and slide the thermometer inside the revealed
tight pink hole to a depth of about an inch.  Again David tightened himself
around it and again he heard the intake of breath.

As he lay there with the thermometer inside him, his cock almost spasmed
from the feelings he was experiencing, and his whole body began to tremble.
 He became aware of a noise, and though he couldn't turn his head fully as
it was pressed down due to his raised hips, he could see his teacher
partially in the mirror.  His hand seemed to be moving steadily, and David
realised that the noise was the steady rhythm of the man's nylon tracksuit
trousers moving.  The man himself wasn't speaking.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Mr Thomas reached over and
removed the thermometer.  David could have sworn that he felt a finger trace
his tight, smooth ballsac at the same time, though it was so small a touch
he could have been imagining it.   "You can let go and relax again now" he
was told, and did so.

The teacher stayed sitting for a minute or two, and David couldn't see what
he was doing, but when he stood up and turned to him, there was no mistaking
the tent in the front of those trousers, though Mr Thomas tried to hide it
by putting his hand in a pocket.

"You've definitely got a temperature.  You should stay here tomorrow and not
go out in the cold.  If you're no better by tomorrow evening we should
probably see if there's any way we can get you home.  I'll come back an
check on you in the morning.  Now you sort your self out" he nodded towards
the trousers around the boy's ankles, though David had a feeling he was also
somehow acknowledging the hardness of his cock.

He turned, allowing the boy quickly to pull up his pyjamas and stand. He
moved towards the door.

"Thank you sir" said David.  "And sir?  Could I?"  Mr Thomas turned
questioningly, his eyes widening at the very obvious tip of the boy's cock
hard against his stomach, trapped by a carelessly pulled up waistband.

"Could you what, Morgan?"

"You said I should see your hairy arse, sir, and I was wondering if I
could."

The teacher stared into the boy's eyes for many seconds, and then seemed to
make a sudden decision.  He turned and, hooking his thumbs into his own
waistband, pulled his trousers and underpants down to just below his arse.

It was David's turn to draw in his breath.  The man's backside was *really*
hairy.  The large, muscular cheeks were covered in the stuff.  He almost
wanted to run his hands over it and feel its softness.

Mr Thomas tightened and relaxed his arse a couple of times and then pulled
his trousers back up.  When he turned back he was no longer making any
effort to hide the stiffness in his trousers.

"Right.  I'll be back to check up on you in the morning."


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* The actual event was me getting sick on the school trip and a male teacher
having to use a rectal thermometer on me.  Everything else here is wishful
thinking on my part.  That was back in the 70s - hard to imagine a teacher
being willing to do something like that while alone in a room with a pupil
today...

If you'd like me to carry on with this story drop me a line.