Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 15:33:56 +0000
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: my science teacher - part 4

And so it was that I visited Father Michael, somehow I knew I had to. I was
on a journey and this was the next step for me. I had been given fairly
vague directions and it was the other side of the town from where I lived,
but I had an excellent memory and I found it easily enough. As I was quite
fit it had only taken 20 minutes on my bicycle and having cycled up and
down the road I found where he lived. It was a big old building, almost
like something out of a Hammer horror movie, very gothic architecture, a
tall imposing structure.

I pushed my bike down the short drive, crunching on the shingle, to the
front porch. I approached the door and pressed the button.  After about 10
seconds I thought about ringing again when I heard a dull sound from
inside. The door opened slowly and there was Father Michael. He gave me a
big smile and very quickly I was ushered inside with my bicycle. "Lovely to
see you" he said. Out of politeness I replied nervously "Its good to see
you too Father".

With my cycle safely stowed in a store room, Father Michael gave me a
hearty hug and welcomed me to the rectory which is what he called the big
house. He explained that it was where some of the priests would come and
stay from time to time. He also said that at that moment there was only him
and the caretaker in residence. This was a different Father Michael to the
one I was expecting, he seemed much more friendly.

"How about a guided tour?" he said. I nodded and he led me around the
ground floor which consisted of 3 or 4 large lounges and dining rooms and a
kitchen.  As we approached the staircase he asked me to go first "Up you
go". After a couple of steps I felt his hands around my hips, "Careful now"
he said. I thought he might have been staring directly at my bottom, as I
was wearing a tight pair of jeans.

On the first floor the layout of the house seemed similar but with some
bedrooms too and a smaller kitchen. Finally we mounted another staircase
which was much steeper. This time I had to hold on tightly to the
banister. As we climbed Father Michael was very close behind me, pressing
against me making sure I couldn't fall backwards. Onto the landing and I
could now see the slope of the roof in some parts of the ceiling, there
were more bedrooms and a small bathroom.

"Would you like a glass of water Benjamin ?  You don't mind if I call you
Benjamin ?"  he asked. "Yes, thats fine" I replied not minding at all, he
took me by the hand and led me into one of the bedrooms. "This can be your
room whenever you would like to come and stay". The room was small but had
its own single bed, a chair, a bath & sink and a high window. On one side
the ceiling was sloping down indicating how high the room was in the
building. He poured me a drink with a glass beside the sink.

I drank my water greedily as I was thirsty after my ride and I tried to
look out of the window on tiptoe, but I was way too short. Father Michael
lifted me so I could see the view. Being on the second floor gave an
interesting view over some of the town. Finally after a while he lowered me
to the floor, but not before holding me close to him.

He sat down on the chair and asked me to stand in front of him. I felt
slightly uncomfortable as he looked at me and I looked away.  "You are such
a perfect little package Benjamin, everything about you is beautiful. Now
please undress and put all your clothes over there on the bed." I hesitated
but then walked over to the bed and slowly took off all my clothes, folding
them neatly on the bed.

"Now come over here." I stood in front of him while he remained seated. He
looked me up and down smiling lecherously and I had to look down in
modesty. Then he made me kneel in between his knees. With his hands he
caressed through my blonde locks, and he allowed his fingers to stroke my
cheeks and under my chin to raise my gaze. "Lovely blue eyes" he said. His
thumbs rubbed slowly over my full cherubic lips.  "Look at you." I had to
look down again.

He grabbed my arms and placed my hands on his knees. Then he put his hands
on my shoulders. "Benjamin, you know why you are here don't you?" I didn't
answer but I nodded. "Good boy" he said. Within a few seconds he stood up,
over me, unzipped his fly, unhooked his trousers, and slid his trousers and
underpants to the floor, and sat down again.

Now I was looking directly at his cock and balls.  "Thats it Benjamin have
a good look." His cock was semi hard but his balls were quite large. "Go
on" he said "hold on to it, it won't bite you know" he said with a
laugh. So I put my hand around his cock about half way up. It felt warm in
my hand. I noticed straight away that he was cut and didn't have a foreskin
like me. I started to rub it up and down.  "Thats it" he said. Already I
could feel it getting stiffer and in a very short space of time I could see
it getting thicker and longer. The purple end was getting larger and more
pronounced.

Father Michael repositioned himself on the chair, pushing his bottom nearer
the front of the seat, so I was now right between his legs. I put my other
hand around his cock as well. I knew what he wanted but I also knew I
didn't want him to come in my mouth as I knew I would be sick. By now his
cock was very stiff, thick and standing upright. My fingers couldn't
stretch all the way round his throbbing shaft. I noticed two large blue
veins starting from just below the tip. One ran mainly down the underside
but the other ran around to the top side and disappeared into his hair. I
looked around his cock following the vein and as I looked up at Father
Michael he smiled and said "Thats it Benjamin, take your time, have a good
close look".

I moved closer. The large purple head was now so close to my face that I
couldn't quite focus on it, but I could smell it. I looked at Father
Michael and immediately he nodded. The smell put me off at first but I knew
I was going to have to get used to it. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips
lightly against the purple mass. It felt quite soft despite the stiff
rigidness of his shaft that I could feel in my hands. I rubbed my lips
against him a number of times and could feel his wetness as his excitement
grew. I could hear him making quite pleasure noises.

Finally I opened my mouth and started to suck the large end, a little bit
at a time. The end was soft but beneath this I could feel the firmness of
his hard cock trying to push further in. I opened my mouth a little more
and I could taste a saltiness. Finally I let my lips pass over the rim of
his cock, where the larger soft purple mass ended and the hardness of the
shaft began. Slowly but surely I began a rhythmic movement, sucking his
cock for him, my lips following the contours of the flared purple rim then
down onto the stiff shaft.

After a minute or two I came up for some air. As I did so, Father Michael
bent forward and from his trouser pocket retrieved some lipstick. "Lean
forward Benjamin" he said and I as did so he smeared bright pink lipstick
all over lips. He put too much on and I could taste it.  "You look
beautiful Benjamin". He kissed me full on the lips.  "Now back to your task
Benjamin". He leaned back and I looked down to see his glistening cock in
my hands, the purple end covered with my saliva.

I leaned forward and starting sucking again. "I want you to look like you
are enjoying yourself" he said. So I went about my task with a little more
gusto and started to take more and more of his cock in my mouth. Every now
and then as I struggled slightly with my breath I made slurping noises. I
could hear him saying "uhhh...yes..." encouraging me to carry on in the
same way. He put his hands through my thick hair and then around the back
of my head pulling me onto him.

That large purple head was now filling the back of my mouth and I was
starting to gag. He would not let me pull back and I desperately needed
some air. Finally he released my head from his grip and I was able to
breath. As I pulled away I took several massive gulps of air. There were
several strands of saliva and his precum stretching between the tip of his
cock and my mouth. "Clever boy" he said, as he showed me the lipstick marks
about three quarters the way down the length of his shaft. It must have
been about 4 or 5 inches that he had forced into my mouth. "One day you
will be able take it all" he said smiling.

"Lets take a little break Benjamin, and have some more water". I was glad
to have another drink, my mouth was getting dry. I drank and put the glass
down, meanwhile Father Michael was reclining on the bed at one end. He had
taken off his trousers. "Come over here. You know I think you are a
'natural' young man. I am very pleased with you." He made me lie down the
bed with my head on his lap. He pulled my head against him, so now my ear
was resting against cock.

After a moment or two I turned to face him and with my hand I guided his
cock back into my mouth. I turned my body over so now I was lying on my
tummy with my head now bobbing up and down on his stiffening penis.  "You
really do like that don't you Benjamin." Without breaking from sucking him,
I made a noise in agreement. His left hand now started to feel my back and
eventually wandered down to my backside. Taking a moment to cup and squeeze
each of my plump cheeks in his large hand he said "hmmm perfectly
formed". I started to arch my back so that my bottom was sticking up in the
air a little more. He continued massaging my buttocks and his fingers
slipped between my cheeks seeking my cherry.

He leaned forward and I looked up. "No, carry on dear boy, don't stop". He
was undressing himself completely, so that now we were both naked on the
small bed. He let me carry on for a little while my head now in a good
rhythm in his lap. I was both slurping and making small pleasure sounds
which he approved of. "Now wait a moment" he said. And disappeared from the
room, but he was back before I really had a chance to think about
things. In his hands he was carrying a small bottle of Johnsons baby
cream. He sat back on the bed again. "Carry on". So I got back to the
task. He was quite floppy again but with each pass of my lips across the
purple head and down his shaft I could feel his penis stiffening in small
but definite pulses. Meanwhile he was massaging my bottom and between my
cheeks with the cream. I knew what he intended.

After a few minute more minutes, he got me on all fours and turned me
round. His thumbs and fingers were firmly squeezing my cheeks and gently he
slipped a finger tip into my cherry. He took it out and repeated this a few
times. "You are so tight Benjamin, I am going to have to stretch you a
little more before you take my cock". He eventually slipped a finger and
then his thumb inside me. It did feel tight, my little cherry stretching
around his large fingers.

Finally I felt him kneel up behind me, his knees nudging my legs wider, his
hands firmly around my hips. With one hand he guided the large purple end
between my cheeks and then rested against my tight little cherry. He
started to probe and push and I arched my back to open myself to him.
"Thats it Benjamin, good boy". Very slowly the large bell end pushed in to
me. "Aaah" I moaned as I could feel him starting to enter and stretch
me. Once Father Michael realised he was a little way in, he gripped my hips
very firmly and pushed his large cock slowly but surely into the tight
hole. There was no going back. I was in pain but I tried not to show
it. Then the head passed inside and now his stiff shaft was in the firm
grip of my narrow cherry. The pain seemed to subside a little as the Father
stopped pushing for a moment.

Then Father Michael started pushing further into me. Without any doubt I
was impaled on his cock and there was no escape. Gently he pulled back and
pushed in again, repeating this a few times before I could feel his loins
bumping and thrusting against my cheeks. He stopped "Now Benjamin I want
you to push against me". So while he remained still I started to lean
forward pulling away and then pushing myself back against him. "Thats it"
he said. He was teaching me to ride his cock. I found a slightly more
comfortable position and I started to bump against him. While I was rocking
backwards and forwards, he put his hand around under me and played with my
cock and balls. I enjoyed that and before too long I had an erection.

As he was playing with me I could tell that I was going to come, so I
pushed my cheeks right against his loins, his stiff cock fully inside me. I
started to moan and this encouraged him to move his hands faster and
faster. Finally I came with a loud moan, I had never had an orgasm like
that before. Father Michael whispered "Good boy".

Without taking his cock out of me Father Michael pushed me down on to the
bed so that I was lying in my own cum. He lay on top of me and started
fucking me again. I raised my bottom up as best I could to help him.  His
face was lying right behind mine now and he started to kiss and lick my
ears with his tongue as I turned my head. He started to fuck me harder and
I could tell from his breathing that he was close to coming. He was also
getting quite sweaty which I could feel on my back. But it seemed to take
him an age, sometimes I was taking his full weight, other times he was only
clamping my arms or shoulders down. Finally he came with a big shudder,
pushing himself hard inside me. I could feel his deliciously warm sperm
filling my small schoolboy bottom.

He lay on top of me for a while, but eventually pulled me back so that
bottom was sticking right up. Then he slowly started to pull himself out of
me. I turned to try to watch, but all I could see was him intently
concentrating. He seemed to enjoy watching his large cock slowly coming out
of my small little hole. Finally his cock popped out of me and as he did so
he raised my bottom higher so he could have a good look at me. He said
"Benjamin, I have given your lovely bum a good servicing. You will probably
be a bit sore for a few days."

He rolled me onto my back and moved over me, astride me on his knees, his
now semi hard cock dangling over my face. He didn't have to say anything. I
propped myself onto my elbows and took him in my mouth. "Thats it Benjamin,
give it a good clean with your mouth". And as I started sucking him he said
"You are enjoying that aren't you ?"  I nodded.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with Father Michael putting
his hand behind my head so he could push more of his cock into my mouth.
Then he took me to the bathroom where we showered together. Father Michael
paid special attention to my plump little cheeks, washing them over and
over again. In turn he asked me to washed his cock and balls for
him. Finally I dressed myself and in the mirror I noticed I still had some
lipstick on which I duly wiped off.

We went downstairs and at the door Father Michael asked me how much pocket
money I usually got, I told him and he promptly counted out double the
amount and handed it over. "There's more if you want it. Come back some
time next week" he said. I gratefully pocketed the cash and said thank
you. As I was taking my bicycle out of the cupboard I noticed an old man at
the end of the hallway, he had been watching us quietly all the time.

I cycled home quickly, realising that the old man must have been the
caretaker. He was very old though, much older than Father Michael. My
bottom was sore as Father Michael had predicted.