Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 10:54:02 +0000
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: my science teacher - part II

"Summoned to the school chaplain"


A week had passed since I had received my punishment from Mr Jenkins, then
out of the blue I had been summoned to see the school chaplain Father
O'Brien. I had never talked to Father O'Brien before and my only dealings
with him were in the chapel during Holy Communion. He seemed a kind, gentle
and softly spoken elderly man.

So I made my way to school chapel on other side of school, and found the
adjoining study where I thought I would find him. Before I could knock on
the door he approached from one side and said in a friendly manner "You
must be Ben". I wasn't sure how he recognised me but I replied "Yes sir,
Ben Thompson, I was told to come and see you".

He replied "Good boy, you didn't keep me waiting". I thought I was off to a
good start as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the
chapel. We walked straight through to the back of the chapel and into a
small room on one side. Father O'Brien closed the door and then opened
another door into a small study which he ushered me into shutting the door
behind him.

It was nice and warm in his room with a small gas heater. With pleasantries
exchanged, he seemed very nice and I was put at ease. He offered me a cup
of tea and I accepted. As he made the tea with a rather ancient kettle and
teapot he then said "I have heard from Mr Jenkins about you breaking the
school rules". My heart sank and I quietly said "Yes it is true sir". He
didn't say anything for a few moments and I started to wonder what else Mr
Jenkins might have told the Father.

He gave me the cup of tea with a friendly smile and sat down on his
battered old sofa "Come and sit here next to me" he said. I sat next to him
and put my tea down on the small coffee table to let it cool down. Then he
proceeded to give me long lecture about growing up as a young man and about
how too many young people have no respect. He told me that God watches over
us all and we must live our lives in the right way.

He then asked me very directly "Is there anything you need to tell me ?". I
said "I'm not sure Father", I wasn't certain what he wanted to know. "You
know you can tell me anything in confidence, that's my job. Boys tell me
all sorts of things, you would be amazed. But of course it stops with me, I
would never break your confidence."

There was an uncomfortable silence as he waited for me to speak
further. Then he said "Did you think Mr Jenkins punishment was fair ?" I
replied with a pause "...well I suppose so, I had broken the rules".
Father O'Brien spoke again "And what was your punishment ?". Another
lengthy pause as I found my voice "...he spanked me Father".

"Well I am not really an advocate of corporal punishment, but sometimes it
is necessary to make sure that the rules of the school are remembered at
all times." He said. "And what happened after that...did Mr Jenkins punish
you in any other way ?". I said nothing.

"You know Ben, I meant what I said, you can tell me anything and it will go
no further than these four walls." I looked at my cup of tea and still said
nothing. Seeing this, Father O'Brien gave me my tea and it was actually
very welcome as my mouth had gone very dry.

After finishing my tea, as I leant back Father O'Brien put his arm around
my shoulder and pulled me against him. "There's nothing to be worried about
young man." I realised that he wasn't going to let me leave the subject
with me saying nothing at all. As I was thinking about this, he turned and
said "You can whisper in my ear."

So putting my hand on his chest I leaned up to the side of his face and
told him very quietly about how Mr Jenkins had had his hands on my
bottom. All the time Father O'Brien was asking "Oh and was there anything
else ?". Then I told him how Mr Jenkins has put his fingers inside my
bottom and then finally how he had put his willy inside my bottom or at
least I thought that was what had happened but I wasn't totally sure.

Father O'Brien listened very intently and when I had finished he said "Oh
is that all, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You've done very well."
Without letting me move he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. Now I
felt more relaxed having been able to speak about what had happened. I had
a tear in my eye which he noticed and wiped away with his finger. "Such
lovely eyes and a cute little nose, you are the perfect package" he said.

Then he started to talk to me again about the ways of the world and while
he did this he gently moved my shoulders around so I was lying with my head
in his lap on my back stretched along the sofa. I lay there with my eyes
closed, nice and relaxed, half listening to what he was saying.

His right hand ruffled through my thick blond hair and his left hand came
to rest cupping my jaw and cheeks. His hand moved around my face gently
feeling all over my face, rubbing my cheekbones, eyebrows, nose and
ears. Slowly but surely I relaxed further still.

His finger came to rest on my lips and gently ran in a circle around my
mouth. Then the same finger rubbed my lips, pushing between my lips,
probing my mouth.  I took his finger in my mouth, wrapped it with my tongue
and started sucking on his finger, gently at first, but then he moved his
finger in and out of my mouth for a while. I sucked a bit harder pulling
his finger in.

His hand then moved down to my chest, and he caressed it for a short
while. He slowly unpopped each button on my shirt one by one and slid his
hand inside. His hand cupped my flat breasts in turn and his finger circled
over each of my nipples making them hard. Then he ran his hand over flat
tummy and felt my narrow waist, gently pinching and squeezing all over. His
finger exploring my belly button.

Eventually the lower his hand moved, the more he started to brush over my
trousers, now and then his fingers slipping under the band. Perhaps he was
testing me to see if I minded or not. I didn't mind and I didn't
protest. My eyes were closed and I allowed him to do as he pleased.

Finally his hand moved over the top of my trousers, squeezing and feeling,
trying to find my now erect manhood. He found it quickly and said "hmm
hardening nicely". He undid the trouser button and fly and then slowly his
hand slid under the thick elastic band of my underpants. By now I was
feeling both very relaxed and very excited. I was going to let Father
O'Brien do whatever he wanted to do with me.

His hand now slid all the way down my tummy to the base of my cock and
started exploring, gently handling my balls and cock. He carried on talking
to me about my behaviour and how I needed to improve, but he knew that I
was a good boy that just needed a bit of encouragement now and then.

We stayed in this position for a long time, with him chatting to me, but
his hand still at rest inside my pants and gently fondling me. Occasionally
he would slide his hand over my balls cupping them and then his fingers
would probe further between my legs seeking and touching my buttonhole.

Finally he leaned over me and with two hands, he lifted up my bottom and
yanked down my trousers and pants quickly in one movement. Understanding
that he wanted to undress me I immediately lifted my legs high in the air
so he could pull everything off. He put my clothes on the end of the sofa.

"Let's have a closer look at you" he said, and got me to stand up in front
of him. I took off my shirt. He remained seated on the sofa and pulled me
towards him onto the sofa. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me again
so I was then astride his lap on my knees facing him. He ran his hands all
over my body. He wrapped his hands around my bum cheeks and squeezed them
gently, pulling me towards him further, so much so that I lost balance and
was now leaning against with my tummy on his forehead.

He started sucking my cock and then my balls and then back to my cock. I
could hear him making slurping noises. His hands were still firmly holding
my bottom in place but now his fingers were exploring my button hole. He
stopped and looked up at me and told me to turn around and stand up. "Bend
over and hold the coffee table" he said. As soon as I did, He was behind
me, still sitting on the sofa, and his face was buried in my bottom. He
started kissing and licking me, his tongue licking up and down between my
cheeks, flicking at my button hole.

Then he told me to turn around and get on my knees. He undid his trouser
belt and dropped his trousers and pants. I knew what he wanted, it was only
fair, it my turn now. He had quite hairy balls and a thick cock with no
foreskin. On the end was a very pronounced red-purple mushroom. He smelt of
stale sweat, but undeterred I carried on.

I reached out to hold his cock in my hand and when I looked up I saw him
looking very intently at me. I moved my face towards his cock, the smell
was very strong. My other hand cupped his balls, and I touched his by now
large mushroom headed purple monster with my lips. As I kissed it I looked
up at him, he was almost smiling but had a look of concentration on his
face.

I kissed his cock again and then licked the mushroom shaped end all over
like an ice cream. I ran my lips up and down the length of his shaft on
both sides before finally opening my mouth to allow him inside. I tried not
to scratch him with my teeth. I was able to swallow the large head inside
my mouth and my lips closed around him about halfway down his shaft where
it thickened a little.

At this point my mouth was entirely full of his cock. He then put his hands
on my head, one hand at the back of my head, the other ruffling through my
hair. He started to rock backwards and forwards with stronger and stronger
movements. My lips were being rubbed and pushed apart by the large purple
mass. As his rhythm grew stronger I had to take shorter breaths, and with
the sliding in and out came loud slurping noises as I struggled to find
breath. Soon he was hitting the back of my throat causing me to almost
gag. My eyes were now watering profusely.

The Father then started making loud breathing noises and suddenly he
withdrew his cock from my mouth. I looked up to watch his face which was
contorted with pleasure. He was taking long heavy breaths now. With his
hand still on my head he pushed my face back while his other hand furiously
worked his cock. Then he came all over my face, I shut my eyes and closed
my mouth, but it was too late, some of his cum was already in my mouth, I
could taste it.

He carried on pumping his old man seed on my young face, until finally he
was finished.  I opened my eyes, but I couldn't really see out of one eye
but I could see strands of cum stretching between my face and his cock.

He was still erect so I leaned forward again to suck him gently.  My chin
was dripping with his fluids. He leaned over me to reach for something
behind the sofa. It was a camera. "Carry on" he said. So I kept sucking him
while he looked down at me, taking some pictures from different angles.

After a few more minutes he told me to go and clean myself up in the
bathroom next door. When I came back in, nice and clean, he had already
dressed. Before I had a chance to put my clothes back on he said "I'd like
to take some more pictures".

I obliged him by posing as he instructed. He took a lot of photos of me
standing in various positions around his study, but then he took me into an
adjoining room which had a bed. I didn't realise he actually lived
there. As I lay on the bed in various positions he took a lot of close ups.

Finally after I got dressed, he said "I'd like you to come back next week
at the same time to review your progress. Oh and please come in your gym
kit".

"Yes Father" I said.