Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 22:52:31 -0700
From: Rick Glasson <rich.glasson@gmail.com>
Subject: Making David Feel Better - Part 3

The following story is primarily a work of fiction using an actual
event as a starting point for a series of fictional events (see the
footnote to part one).  Names are entirely made up.  It depicts sexual
contact 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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Larry Thomas couldn't decide if he was in heaven or hell.

On the one hand he was curled naked around the smooth little body of a
boy who had awakened passion in him that he'd never known before, and
there was every indication that more of that passion could be
fulfilled once the kid woke up.  His cock, now semi-hard and
occasionally twitching, was still laying between the boy's thighs,
where less than an hour earlier he had humped him and shot his load.

On the other hand, he was a grown man, and the boy's teacher at that,
and what they'd just done broke any number of ethical as well as legal
restrictions, and if anyone found out he was looking at god knew what
punishment.

And overriding all of this was a mass of confusion about what had led
him to this in the first place.  The last time he'd experienced
anything involving another male sexually he'd been about David's age
himself, messing around with his friend John from school.  It had been
okay, but it hadn't seemed like what he wanted to do with his life
sexually, so he'd moved on to women and until last night never looked
back.  Last night, when the boy in his arms had dropped his pyjamas
and offered up his pert, completely smooth arse, and his teacher's
cock had reacted immediately, swelling out to full hardness in
seconds, and straining against his underwear to an almost alarming
degree.  But he wasn't queer, was he?  He'd spent half his
professional life in changing rooms with naked boys and men and never
for a second had the kind of reaction that the sight of young Morgan's
white little cheeks had stirred.  The idea to suggest he needed to try
the thermometer multiple times had come without thought, and by the
time the lad had pulled the way to his hole open for the third attempt
it had been all the teacher could do not to yank his cock out and
shove it straight into the tight little hole offered up before him.

And this morning, when he'd volunteered to stay behind and take care
of the boy, he'd known even then that he was going to take any
opportunity to get up close to it again.  The feeling when he'd
pressed his thumb against it and at the same time cupped the boys hard
little prick was a kind of wonderful torture, and again, he'd been
hard pressed not to lean in and kiss and lick the smooth mounds of his
arse cheeks.  What had he become?

David stirred in his arms, and Mr Thomas instinctively began rubbing
his chest, gently stroking his nipples into the boyish semblance of
hardness, even as his own penis moved back to full rigidity and pushed
up against the smooth little cock and balls beside them.

"Feels nice" the boy mumbled, still mostly asleep, but coming further
awake by the second.  The teacher kept up his attention on the
hairless chest with one hand and moved his other down to David's
groin, once again taking his cock between a thumb and forefinger and
starting to feel it harden as blood pumped into it.  That movement
coincided with the boy reaching full awareness.

"Sir?" he began.  This was a moment the man had been dreading.  Was
this the moment when the boy would reject what they'd done?  Threaten
to tell his parents, or the school authorities?  With a feeling of
dread, he responded; "Yes lad?"

"Did I do it all right, earlier?  I've never done anything like that
before and I was afraid I was getting things wrong."

The weight began to lift from Mr Thomas's mind.  If the boy had been
concerned about his technique he probably wasn't horrified by the
whole thing.

"To tell you the truth, I've never done anything like that before
either.  But I can't imagine how you could have done better.  It felt
amazing to me.  What was it like for you?"

"It was lovely sir.  I've never had feelings like it, but I liked them
a lot.  But how come you've never done it before?"

"I've never been with anyone I wanted to before.  I'm still not sure
what made me want to do things with you, but I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad too, but there must be loads of other boys you've known?
Didn't *any* of them make you want to do stuff?"

"Well none of them ever showed me their arse and let me put something
in it, which may have made a difference" he chuckled.  As he talked he
continued to stroke and play with the boy's body, realising with a
thrill that the kid's thighs were tightening around his cock again.
He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself to get carried
away in the feelings that aroused.

"Would you.... like to do some more stuff?"  He was pretty sure that
the lad could be persuaded, but he didn't want to push.

"Sure," David said.  "What would you like to do?"

The man thought for only a second before twisting them both around and
got on top of the boy so that he was looking down into his pale green
eyes.  He propped himself up on his hands and wriggled to get his cock
back between the boy's thighs, this time from the front so that his
knob was pushing up between those bloody beautiful arse cheeks.  He
lowered his head and started kissing the boy again, feeling him
respond immediately and pushing out his tongue as he'd learned
earlier.  They spent several minutes french kissing, the man urgently
pushing into the youthful mouth and enjoying the boy's efforts to
respond as forcefully.  All the while he gently humped against the
boy's body, feeling his achingly hard cock rubbing between his thighs
and occasionally pushing right on that tight little hole.  He could
feel the muscles of the ring against his exposed head, and the crazy
thought of just giving one more push and properly fucking the kid
almost made him explode into orgasm.  He needed to give himself some
relief from the sensations.

Lifting his head from the boy's, he looked down the length of their
bodies to where the bush of his own pubes surrounded the tight little
hairless balls and rock hard little uncut cock of his pupil.  He
pushed himself down the bed in one movement and bent to take the whole
package in his mouth in one go.  David's entire body convulsed from
the shock and he instinctively lifted his hips to push his cock and
balls harder into his teacher's enveloping mouth.

Mr Thomas sucked and licked on David's cock and balls, keeping them
completely within his mouth throughout until they were drenched in his
saliva, which escaped from his mouth and soaked the boy's thighs.

For his part David thought he had died and gone to heaven.  As
incredible as it had felt to have his cock played with by the man in
the bed with him, this was so much more.  He felt the tongue moving
around his willy and run over his balls, and then the pressure as Mr
Thomas sucked hard, pulling everything deeper into his mouth.  His
hands moved under the boy to grasp his arse and knead the cheeks,
moving occasionally between them to rub and push against his hole.  He
was so carried away by the feelings he was experiencing that he barely
noticed the teacher moving.

Somehow managing to keep his mouth clamped over the boy's genitals, he
turned himself round into a sixty-nine position, then pulled the boy
over on top.  He was still sucking away, but could now see the boy's
arse crack in the light above him and, pulling the cheeks apart he
could see the dark hole his little finger was slightly penetrating
from time to time.

As far as the boy was concerned, he was suddenly confronted by his
teacher's rock hard cock, and his hairy balls beyond.  He was
fascinated by the cock's length and thickness, so different than his
own, and most especially by the cut knob, which was fully exposed,
unlike any other he had seen.  When he had felt it earlier he had been
intrigued by its shape and texture - now he could see the way the skin
looked he understood why both had been so different from his
expectations based on his own and what he'd seen of his father's and
other boys in the changing room.

Because of the difference in their heights he was only able to reach
the tip of Mr Thomas's cock with the tip of his own tongue, but that
was enough to make the man tremble.  He reached out and wrapped a hand
as far around the shaft as he could, pulling the head closer, and
licking around it to the teacher's evident delight.  In an effort to
give him more pleasure, he pulled himself forward, lifting his own
cock away from the man's greedy mouth and feeling it press down
against the hairy chest.  The movement put him close enough to take
the whole head (but no more) of the much bigger cock in his mouth, and
he began sucking hard, gratified by the gasps from the man beneath
him.

The loss of the object of his oral attention and the subsequent
intensity of the small mouth engulfing his knob left Mr Thomas
momentarily dazed, though his hands kept up their attention on the
boy's arse.  Suddenly taken by another crazy notion, he forced his
head up at an extreme angle and, pulling the cheeks firmly apart,
pushed his tongue as deeply into the boy's tight little arsehole as it
could go.  He felt the muscles clench around his probing tongue and
the kid's jerk of response push him further down the
too-big-for-his-mouth cock.

The sensations were too much for either of them, and in the same
instant they were both overtaken by the most intense orgasms either
had ever experienced, the man pumping cum hard into the back of the
boy's mouth and feeling the boy's hard little cock jerking against his
chest as another little puddle of warm stickiness spread over his
chest.

Their bodies were wracked with shivers and trembling for several
minutes before the man finally moved the boy off him and turned around
again to bring their faces together for a long and passionate kiss.
They looked hard at each other, the man eventually breaking the
silence.

"Lad, we have to keep this a secret you know."

"I know sir," came the reply.  "I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you."

"But will we be able to do it again?"  The pleading in the boy's voice
made the man want to smile even as it broke his heart.

"We can't.  Don't get me wrong, I think I'd love to, but it'll be too
risky.  Let's mark it down to something that happened on a school trip
and leave it there."

"But sir...!"

"No, I mean it.  It was incredible, and I'd really love to, but I need
to be sensible, and so do you."  He silenced the boy's next protest
with a finger on his lips.  "Now, it's cracking on - you'd better get
back to your room.  Have a shower when you get there and get yourself
back into bed.  I'll come up later and see how you are."

David was almost distraught at the thought of not having another
chance to play with his handsome teacher again, but he heard the
determination in the man's voice, and moved to pull his pyjamas back
on.  Mr Thomas went over to the chair where he had dropped his clothes
and did the same.

As the boy reached the door of the room, his teacher stopped him and
bent down to give him one last lingering kiss.

"I guess you're feeling better anyway" he said with a grin.

"Yes thank you sir.  Thanks for taking care of me" said the boy, as he
left the room, leaving his spent and emotionally confused teacher
behind.


The End.

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Thanks again for all the positive comments on parts one and two.  I
hope you enjoyed how the story of this encounter concluded.

I may try to write something more if people would like to see my
further efforts.  Let me know.