Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 10:48:09 BST
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: PETER'S PRIZE POSSESSION

P E T E R ' S   P R I Z E   P O S S E S S I O N

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b (mast/oral)


WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a fully
consenting man and a younger boy and is for entertainment purposes
only.

If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live,
please leave now, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an
open mind and want to learn something about adolescent sexuality.

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In
particular, no boy was hurt in any way: may people who hurt boys
rot in hell!

"To the pure, all things are puer"

This story is pure and total fiction: any resemblance to any
individual, alive or dead, or yet to be born is purely coincidental.

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes:
except whether or not I can write an arousing story!
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The first time I saw "Peter's Prize Possession" as I came to
think of it, was the night I first did evening duty at Woodlands
Court a small prep-school in the middle of nowhere. Peter Hill
was recently 12 and very good-looking: little did I think when I
admired him around the school, that inside his clothes, he had
the biggest cock I've ever seen on a boy his age - or a lot older!

That first evening duty, I was wandering about, supervising
the seniors as they went to bed. Peter was undressing in his
dormitory and, like all the other boys, was not at all shy. His bed
was nearest to the door and when I arrived, he was part way
through undressing: quite unconcerned about me, he took off
his trousers, showing that he was wearing a very fetching pair
of white underpants that bulged quite considerably. I had
presumed he would find his pyjamas next but after noticing me
and greeting me in a very friendly manner, he grasped his
pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Stooping down, he
slipped them off and after placing them on his chair, stood up
fully once more.

What a sight! During my career, I've seen hundreds of
naked boys in dormitories, changing rooms or at the pool but
as I now saw, no-one had been as well equipped as Peter was.
I tried not to react to this amazing spectacle as he reached for
his pyjamas and started to pull them on. However, he did give a
grin as I turned to go - knowing little sod aren't you? I thought as
I wandered into the next dormitory. I estimate that Peter's cock
was at least four inches long in its flaccid state and fat in
proportion as well: I had also noticed that the base of this fine
specimen was decorated with two fluffy curls of shiny black
pubic hair but his balls, in as far as I had seen them in the brief
view of his equipment I'd been given, looked quite small.

As I then wandered round the other dormitories, I saw
several more naked boys, mostly rather attractive, several boys
very desirable, but Peter and his massive cock were on my
mind as I tried to do my job!

Over the next few weeks, I was able to inspect his young
slim body (along with those of my other pupils) quite frequently.
As I've said, none of them were as shy as most boys at my last
school and were usually quite happy to chat with me when
naked in the changing rooms or dormitories.

If Peter's cock was impressive when flaccid, the first time I
saw it erect almost made my heart stop! During the last week of
my first term, I was doing my usual Thursday afternoon duty in
the changing room after games. Gradually, the number of boys
thinned out and soon, just two were left: Mark Hadley (the most
beautiful boy in the school) was chatting with me as he dressed,
Peter still in the showers. Turning to him, I discovered that he
had his back to me, he quite lost in what he was so obviously
doing - wanking was the order of the day it seemed.

Reaching in, I turned off the water as I ordered, "Come on
out of there young man!" He turned to me, grinning sheepishly
but finding the whole thing rather amusing. But as I tried to
smile back, I nearly collapsed. His fully erect cock was sticking
out from his slim body, almost hungrily pointing at me - big
wasn't the word! Playfully, Peter grasped it, bent it downwards
and let it go so that it slapped back against his wet body. "And
what do you think you're doing Peter?" I asked, trying to sound
calm as I handed him his towel.

"Nothing much sir!" he smirked at me as he started to dry
himself.

After telling Mark to hurry up and go, I turned back to Peter,
trying to chat to him as he dried himself, but of course watching
his graceful movements as he did so. More than that, I was
almost mesmerised by his penis - it was gradually losing its
hardness, now bobbing about in front of him most erotically, a
boy-cock I really wanted to get my hand or mouth round!

Of course, he soon noticed my glances and finally, he
dropped his towel, arched his back and wiggled his hips at me.
"What are you looking at sir? This!" Happily for me, he was not
at all worried by what was going on.

"Well ... suppose so!" I stuttered, "You're a big boy you know
Peter!" After a term teaching him, I knew him quite well,
discovering that he was a very physical boy, usually quite happy
for bodily contact with me and better still, more than friendly
towards me, having realised very early on in our relationship,
that I rather liked him! Now, the way he was looking at me
suggested he wanted one thing only so moving even closer I
looked deeply into his eyes, his slight nod answering my silent
question. So, I reached down and grasped his half-hard cock,
amazed at how hot it felt in that state. Quite fantastic really -
never had I handled a cock as big as this on a boy under 16!

As I gave a gentle squeeze, Peter sucked in his breath, his
cock suddenly regained its full stiffness so all I could do was to
start to move my hand up & down his massive penis, sliding his
foreskin to & fro over his bulging purple tip. I don't know how it
felt to him, but I was overwhelmed!

"Go on then sir!" he almost shyly whispered, "You can wank
me off if you want to!"

"Are you sure?" I asked - he nodded, obviously so worked
up by what he had been doing to be in need of a wank. I was
happy to do so and in a way, we both knew we were safe
where we were, the only door to the changing rooms was now
closed and it creaked alarmingly when opened - we would
easily hear any intruders before they had caught us at it. "Great!
Let's have some fun shall we Peter!" I moved slightly and slid my
arm round his lovely slim body. Pulling him closer, I started to
wank a bit more seriously. "There, that's nice isn't it?"

"Yeah ... don't stop!" He muttered as he almost leaned
against me, desperate to release his growing tension with an
orgasm.

So, all I could do was to toss him a bit more seriously,
gradually getting faster as I slid his soft foreskin to & fro over the
sensitive tip of his massive cock. Despite how big he was, he
had very little pubic hair - his balls were quite small, so I felt I
could ask, "Do you spunk up much Peter?"

"Depends! An' I want to now ... do me faster!" He sounded
quite desperate so I did as asked, wanking him vigorously as I
tried to bring him off, staring down at his monster cock as I
tossed away.

I was still almost unable to believe I was doing it for Peter,
the best hung prep-schoolboy I've ever played with! Of course,
given the situation, I was as keen as he that he should come as
quickly as possible - I was equally keen to discover just what his
little balls could produce when he spunked up!

Of course, as he had started it all in the shower, Peter was
already quite aroused and it didn't take him long. Suddenly, he
gave a deep grunt - his cock jerked in my hand - from it there
shot a thin spray of boy-sperm - hot, white creamy juice that
arched up and fell almost in slow motion to the floor.

A few more spurts of white cream, the throbs in his
wonderful dick rapidly dying away so that the last droplets
merely oozed out, slid warmly over my fingers and fell to the
floor. Peter was really enjoying it, panting noisily as I milked out
all that he had, his reactions showed that well enough. His now
rather wet cock felt wonderful to hold but what's more
important, I was very happy that I had been able to bring him to
such a climax - he may have done most of the work but he
really enjoyed being finished off by my skilled fingers!

"Mmmm! That was great!" he eventually muttered, pushing
my hand from his cock.

"Very nice! That was really good wasn't it Peter?" I pressed
his cock against his belly and moved it about as he enjoyed
those last seconds of his erotic pleasure.

"Yeah! Fucking great!" His orgasm over, his penis now
began to soften a little in my hand, Peter pushing me away as
he moved. "I'd better go sir!" he told me as he wriggled out of
embrace.

"Ok Peter ... that was really nice though ... thanks for letting
toss you off ... really great!!" As he grinned happily at me, I
added, "We must do it again one day ... what about it?"

Nodding enthusiastically, he reached for his clothes, "Of
course sir ... next term?"

"Whenever you're in the mood for it Peter!" I could hardly
wait that long but knew I had to!

"Ok ... great idea!" he told me, obviously as keen as I was
for a repeat performance. With his vest on, he indicated his now
quite flaccid cock, hanging proudly between his legs. "It really
needed that!" he giggled as he grabbed his pants and sat
down so that he could pull them on. Leaning back slightly, he
organised his cock inside them, grinning at me when he saw
me watching closely - the bulge looked even more exciting than
ever!

Not knowing what to say I indicated the pools of sperm as it
lay on the floor. "You shot a quite a bit Peter ... mustn't let
anyone slip on it!" I rubbed my foot over it, spreading the stuff
around - bit of a waste, but I was already promising myself that
next time I played with his beautiful cock, I was going to suck
the hot boy-sperm from it.

Peter shrugged his shoulders as he pulled on the rest of his
things and when he was fully dressed, I made some further
inane comment as I waited to escort him from the changing-
room. After a final whispered, "Thanks again sir, that was a
great wank an' I really needed it as well!" he was soon ready to
go, his final smile showing how willing he was going to be for a
repeat performance.
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Peter kept his word and in the very first week of the new
term I was privileged once more to play with his fantastic penis.

It happened very much as on the last occasion though this
time, he had already asked me earlier in the week if I wanted to
do it to him again! That day, he had raised his eyebrows
knowingly at me whilst changing before games: I had nodded
my agreement to his obvious request and so, later that
afternoon, I was in no hurry to encourage him to hurry his
shower, keen to wait for the rest of his school-friends to leave
the changing room. It was fun enough watching him washing
under the spray, Peter doing it thoroughly to start with, but then
simply wasting time as I did my best to clear the place of other
boys - desirable as many of them were! Finally, when only two
boys were left, I summoned Peter from the shower - he had
already given himself a few slow rubs and his dick was no
longer hanging straight down between his well-built legs.
What's more, I was sure it had grown a little over the holiday!

Whispering to him to wait, I hurried up the other boys and
as Peter dried himself, they eventually scampered off, leaving
me alone with my favourite pupil.

Even so, he had managed to pull his pants on before I
turned back to him. "Come on then sir," he muttered, "Do you
wanna toss me off again? It was great last time!" He stood up
and pulled his pants down slightly, wiggling his cock at me as I
moved closer.

"Course I will Peter!" I told him as I reached down for his
flaccid cock. It was fantastic to play with Peter's Prize
Possession, but to start with, as I fondled it, nothing much
happened until, all of a sudden, it went rigidly stiff! "That's nice
... really nice Peter!" I told him as he leaned up against the wall,
ready for his wank.

"Mmmm ... go on ... do it for me!" He relaxed against me as
I slid an arm round his very warm naked body.

"Great ... let's see how much this lovely big thing can shoot
today!"

It was the first time I had ever made a direct comment
about his size at which, Peter grinned ruefully. "Am I all that big
then sir?" He knew he was the biggest in the school and I
guessed that had been true for several years but nevertheless, I
felt he didn't really understand how well-hung he was.

"Course you are Peter ... this is really big you know," I gave a
firm squeeze as I settled down to wank him, "Big an' sexy, just
right for wanking!"

He nodded, satisfied with my words but already losing
himself in the physical pleasure I was giving him. Thoughts of
sucking him off had to be forgotten as he obviously just needed
a quick wank and so, that was what he was going to get! As he
snuggled up against me, he grinned, "This is great ... really
sexy! I haven't done it since we came back to school," (the
previous Monday), "An' I'm really in the mood for it now!" He
smirked up at me, "Do you like wanking me then sir?"

"Of course I do Peter ... if you like it, then I like doing it for
you!" I told him, not pausing as my fist moved up & down his
wonderful cock. However, I knew we had to be quick: if I could
have taken him up to my room we could have taken our time
but down here, no way! Both of us would be very annoyed if I'd
had to stop before he shot his cream all over the floor.

His reactions showed how aroused he quickly was, Peter
almost slumping against me as his breathing became jerkier,
giving an occasional grunt of pleasure as my hand worked
away on him. To my own delight, I soon felt his dick go even
harder and then, without warning, it began to throb strongly.

Peter's orgasm was perhaps stronger than previously and
as I stared down at his spasming cock, I saw it spitting out his
warm juice - some considerable way in front of his heaving
body. As he moaned quietly, more of that wonderful liquid shot
out, Peter producing much more than the last time I had
wanked him - very impressive! There was a long white line of
sperm on the floor - quite a waste of boy-spunk as Peter should
really have been squirting it into my mouth!

Slowing right down but not stopping, I was determined to
milk out all he had, the final droplets stickily oozing out over my
fingers. Then, holding his cock still I flicked my wrist and made
those last dribbles fall to the floor, a white sticky thread hanging
from the tip of his penis. It looked lovely and I was pleased with
what I had done. "There ... what a lot of hot spunk Peter! Was
that a good wank? You enjoyed that didn't you?"

His screwed up face was my answer, Peter managing to
mutter, "Fucking great ... better than last time!" He managed a
smile, "You really wank me good you know ... thanks!"

He had certainly enjoyed what I had done so, happy with
that, I simply held his cock still, relishing its warm hardness as
well as its size, waiting for him to recover from what had clearly
been a very enjoyable experience. Fun as it had been, I wanted
to do him again, straight away if possible, but I knew there
wasn't really the chance to do so, even if he was still in the
mood. Nevertheless, I asked, "It's still hard ... does it need
another go then Peter? Shall I?

"Yeah!" he muttered, "Not here though!"

Good boy I thought. "Great! Where shall we go then?"

"What about your flat sir?" He was almost desperate and of
course, his cock was as stiff as ever, so what could I do but nod
my assent?

"Well ... if we're careful we might get away with it." He
nodded, "Ok ... get dressed and we'll see what we can do!" I
wanted to get him on my bed as much as he wanted a second
wank, but it wasn't going to be easy!

Peter eased himself away from me, giggling when he saw
the mess he had made on the floor. "Better clean that up sir ...
you made me shoot a lot," he told me as he reached down to
pull his pants up, "Someone might see!"

It was a fantastic sight - as was the bulge his half-hard cock
now made in his white underpants! Looking back to the white
mess, I had an idea - nearby was a mop in its bucket so I
reached for it and started to slop it about on the floor, causing
Peter to giggle in a very girlish manner. "I didn't shoot that much
sir!"

"Oh yes you did!" As he pulled his shirt on and before he
could move, I gently grasped the front of his pants, "An' I hope
there's more in your balls for when we get upstairs!"

He nodded, "Yeah! But let me get dressed!" I released him
and allowed him to do so, Peter pulling on his things rapidly so
keen was he for more fun. Dressed, he ordered, "Come on then
sir, let's go up to your room ... you gotta do it again ... I'm really
in the mood for it today!"
"All right then ... tell you what ... I'll go on up by the main stairs,
an' you can go up to your dorm by the back stairs ... if no-one's
about up there, you can sneak along to my flat. Ok?"

He agreed, so we left the changing room and went our
separate ways up to the first floor. Most of the dormitories
where there as was my small flat, luckily in a rather isolated
area. In all probability Peter would be able to get up there
without being seen, in fact, I realised that the only real danger
was from the two matrons who would certainly be having tea in
the staff-room. Looking down the corridor, I saw Peter and
beckoning him, he came along, looking round cautiously as he
followed me round to my rooms.

"That was easy!" he told me as I let him in, "No one saw us
I'm sure sir!"

"Good ... no problem really!" I was not quite as happy as he
sounded but with a boy like Peter, one had to take slight
chances! "Now," I went over to my desk and switched my
computer on, "If anyone does disturb us, you can always
pretend to be playing with it!" He nodded so I added, "Well? Are
you still in the mood Peter?"

Grinning wickedly, he wrinkled his nose as he stuck out his
hips and slowly pulled down his zip. "Course I am!" He slid his
hand in and I guessed he was going to pull his cock out.

However, I managed to grasp his wrist and stop him doing
so! "Not here ... come on into the bedroom.

He nodded and quickly followed me through: standing by
the bed I simply reached down and started to undo his trousers.
I would have liked to have stripped him quite naked, but I felt
that that might be too dangerous. "Better not take off too much
Peter, just in case. Make sure you get dressed quickly if
someone knocks at the door!"

He was more nervous of that than I was! "Yeah! I don't
wanna get caught!"

"Good boy!" I had slid my hand into his trousers so that I
could massage the front of his exceptionally well filled pants,
already able to feel signs of arousal under the thin layer of
cotton. "That's nice ... lift your shirt and jersey up ... that's better!"
As he did so, I grasped his pants and tugged them down,
freeing his cock again. It wasn't quite hard yet but it stood up
rapidly in front of my eyes, I still couldn't get used to how big it
was and I needed my camera - as well as a ruler!

As his pants snapped back under his balls, I grasped him
once more as I told him, "There, that's nice Peter ... let me see
how sexy I can make it feel for you!" Rather than use the bed, I
sat down on the arm chair and pulled my very willing pupil onto
my lap, Peter settling down happily and snuggling into my
embrace as I started - for the third time ever - to masturbate his
prize possession. It felt great to me but as my hand moved up &
down his firm shaft, I asked, "Well then Peter ... do you like me
wanking you like this?"

"Course! It's just great!" He grinned happily, "I just love being
wanked off!" His admission of other experiences of mutual
masturbation (presumably with other boys) made him blush
slightly so I tried to re-assure him.

"Course you do Peter ... all boys love being tossed off ... I
used to do it a lot with my friends when I was your age! Who do
you do it with then?"

He shrugged, "One or two boys in my form or dormitory, but
mostly with Mark Hadley although it's a bit messy sometimes
when we do it in bed!"

"Well, that doesn't matter," I told him as I tossed away on his
fantastic dick, "As long as you both enjoy doing it! Wanking's fun
isn't it Peter?"

"Yeah! An' you do it really sexily sir ... better than him!" He
relaxed even more against me as I worked away, abandoning
himself to what I was doing and now very worked up, obviously
ready for his next spunking of the afternoon.

As I tossed him, I was torn between two desires: should I
simply carry on like that, wonderful as it was? or should I
suggest some fellatio? I really wanted do that for him, to taste
his sperm as he spunked up and I wondered it if was part of his
repertoire of sexy games with Mark or other boys. It didn't
matter really as long as he enjoyed himself - how much would
he produce this time? Somehow, wanking seemed best for the
moment so I concentrated on that, trying my hardest to make it
as exciting as I could for him, but of course, at the same time,
enjoying myself to the full, privileged I felt to be wanking so big
a cock on so handsome and desirable a boy as Peter!

His breathing deepened as his hips began to push his cock
up into my fist. His eyes were tightly closed and he was quickly
far away in his rapidly rising erotic tension. So staring down at
his cock I waited for it to start to spit his warm cream - it didn't
take much longer.

With a half stifled grunt, his body jerked on my lap as his
cock stared to throb. From it there shot a surprisingly thick jet of
sperm, which, given the way he was slumped on my lap, went
straight up into the air then falling onto his very tense belly. As I
worked away on him, now in short sharp jerks, I milked out
more & more hot white cream, each spasm in his cock
accompanied by a groan of pleasure, music to my ears and I
was more than pleased with what I had been able to do for
him. Finally, some slippery hot dribbles of spunk oozed from his
dick and slid over my fingers to fall to his glabrous body: all
things considered, it was a really messy orgasm for his second
of the day and I could hardy believe that his tiny looking balls
could produce so much.

Peter was quite overwhelmed by his orgasm, perhaps even
more than the last two I'd given him. That's what I had wanted -
his pleasure is the most important thing when privileged to
have fun with a boy!

Finally, as he became still, I gently squeezed his cock
upwards as the final drops of sperm oozed out of the tiny slit in
the end, frothy white stuff that I wanted to taste! Letting go, I
rubbed his cock against his belly and as I looked up into his
flushed face, Peter opened his eyes and managed to give me a
rather distant smile. "There ... that was good wasn't it? Did you
like it?"

"Great ... fucking great sir!" Like most boys, he was quickly
recovering from his orgasm. Looking down, he added, "An' you
made me shoot a lot sir ... you've made quite a mess haven't
you?"

"Not me! It was you, you sexy boy!"

"Yeah ... suppose so! That was good but have you got a
hankie? You made it go all over me!" Nodding, I released him
and fumbled in my pocket for my handkerchief with which I
started to clean him up.

"There, that's better, a good clean boy now!" He laughed at
that but happily, was still content to sit there on my lap.
Dropping the hankie. I pulled his pants up over his genitals: I
wanted more fun with him but wasn't certain if he'd be ready
for more. So I just held him there and started to massage the
bulge in his pants, his dick now delightfully just half-hard, quite
a handful nevertheless! "Well then Peter? Do you want another
go? Can you manage it?"

"Not now ... tomorrow though you can!"

"Good!" That was more than I could have hoped for really.
"Tell me, do you know what fellatio is?" He looked puzzled so I
explained, "Cock-sucking - having your cock sucked until you
spunk up."

He was puzzled, "Why should anyone do that?"

"Because it's about the sexiest thing in the world to have
your cock sucked. I'm sure you'd love it if I did it for you, you'd
love having this thing," I gave a firmer squeeze, "Shoot all your
sperm in my mouth!"

"Do you really want to do that to me then sir? Why?" Rather
puzzled but also rather intrigued.

"Because it's very exciting to have done to you and I want
you to enjoy yourself having fun with me Peter ... I know you'll
really love it ... all boys and men do. Next time, I'll suck you off
instead of wanking you ... Ok?"

"Don't get it!" The idea was slowly sinking in.

"You'll see ... you'll love it!" I told him.

Under the thin layer of white cotton I could feel him tensing
his cock in response to what I was doing so, I was only a little
surprised when he gave me a wry grin and whispered, "Ok
then ... do you wanna try it now? I'm sure I can spunk up again
... have we got the time?" Pleased, I nodded, "Great ... you're
really got me in the mood now sir!"

"That's what I like to hear." I was very pleased with this so I
wasted no more time and pulled the front of his pants down
again. His cock was not quite fully hard but was still very
attractive! "Tell you what then Peter, why don't you lie on the
bed? I can't suck this lovely big thing with you sitting here." He
agreed to that and climbed from me. As he walked over to the
bed, his trousers fell down to his ankles and as he lay down, he
pushed his pants down right out of the way, a few quick rubs
from his well-experienced hand getting his cock fully hard once
more.

I just watched for a moment or two, amazed at the sight of
what was happening on my bed - a very handsome 12 year-old
schoolboy, with his pants round his knees and his shirt up
under his arm-pits as he idly fondled a massive fat cock - a
cock I was about to suck and then taste his warm love-juice!

Getting onto the bed by him, I lowered head to his loins. At
such close quarters I could inhale the strong smell of puberty
coming from him, despite his recent shower. Removing his
hand, I held his cock out from his body and gently kissed his
exposed glans a few times, then playing my tongue all round
that most sensitive part of his body. It was wonderful for me and
he obviously found it very exciting, his hips lifting almost
automatically from the bed as he pushed his cock up at me for
more, Peter whining in sheer unexpected delight.

All I could do was to open my mouth and slid his fabulous
penis between my lips. It tasted simply wonderful and I wanted
this blow-job to last as long as possible. Slowly at first, I began
to move my head up & down, using my tongue on him as I
sucked away, trying to get more and more of his large penis
into my mouth - no an easy task! At the same time, my fingers
closed round the base of his prize possession so that I could
masturbate him slowly at the same time, my other hand now
delicately tickling his tiny balls.

Peter was fast discovering how exciting fellatio was, his
sighs of delight a sure enough indication of his pleasure at this
new sexual experience. After the two wanks I had given him, I
knew his cock would be a bit sore and I knew he probably
wouldn't have enjoyed an attempt at a third wank - this was
going to be different, something he was fast discovering!

I sucked and licked away on him, trying hard to make it as
exciting as possible as I could: sucking boy's cocks is always
wonderful to do, but in this case, my pleasure was increased
not just by the size of what I was sucking, but also by the sheer
sexiness of this pretty, intelligent boy! Opening my eyes, I tried
to focus on his sparse pubic fringe: it wasn't possible to take all
of him into my mouth and then brush my nose through those
few crisp black hairs! He didn't have all that many and they
were as yet straight and rather straggly - the best stage in any
boy's development, his hair and the small size of his balls
showing clearly that Peter was not yet thirteen!

Quicker than I would have thought, I felt his tension rising,
Peter squirming about on my bed as his hips started to push his
cock more urgently up into my sucking mouth. His hands were
holding me there, almost afraid that I might lift my head,
something I had no intention of doing until he shot all that he
had onto my tongue! Then, with a very powerful lunge from his
hips, his cock was pushed firmly into my mouth as it again
started to spit his precious sperm. Peter's moans of pleasure
must have been heard all over the school, so much was he
enjoying his orgasm - but I was too busy savouring that
wonderful bitter-sweet taste of his sperm as he pumped several
spurts onto my tongue, more than I would have thought
possible for his third spunking in under an hour!

Licking & sucking hungrily, I squeezed the base of his
throbbing cock, enjoying each spasm I could feel there, my
efforts to increase his pleasure shown by his continued moans
of delight. Swallowing hard, his spunk slid down my throat,
some of the tastiest ever, although some did ooze from the
corners of my mouth as I worked on him. All the time, Peter was
writhing about on my bed, his hips convulsively pushing cock up
at me - all very satisfying for me!

I was loath to let go but too quickly for me, he lifted my
head. Opening my eyes, I gazed at his cock as it fell back
damply against his belly, as fascinated by it as ever. His balls
looked even smaller than ever, tightly drawn up against the
base of his dick - how could they make so much sperm in such
a short time?

Looking up I was greeted by a most amazing look on Peter's
face, he more than overwhelmed by his first blow-job. Sitting
up, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, smiling at him
as I waited for him to recover. I wanted to cuddle him but I knew
he wasn't ready for that. His cock very rapidly lost its stiffness
but even so, it its quickly flaccid state it looked as big as ever

Opening his eyes, Peter grinned at me, "Fucking bloody hell
sir!" he whispered, "That was fantastic!" His voice was strange
and I guessed that he was in fact a bit embarrassed by the way
he had responded to all I had done for him. "I didn't know it'd
be like that sir!"

Grinning at him, I leaned over his slim body. "Well, it was
great to do for you Peter ... I told you it was sexy ... an' it was
wasn't it? An' where do you get all that sperm from?" I gently
grasped his balls, "These are so small ... but they really work
well don't they?"

Laughing, he wriggled away from me, swung round and
stood up. That in itself was quite a sight, with his trousers round
his ankles, his pants round his knees and his shirt and jersey
now falling down partially hiding his wonderful genitals from
me.

"Right then Peter, I suppose you've had enough for today
haven't you?" He nodded but as I spoke, we both heard the bell
for lessons ringing in the distance. "Anyway, you've got to go
anyway! I'm Ok ... I've got a free period!"

Peter nodded, looking slightly sad. "Ok ... but thanks sir ...
it's been just great all you've done to me today," he grinned
again as he pulled up his pants, "Especially sucking me off!" he
blushed slightly, "You won't tell anyone will you though?" he
asked as he pulled up his trousers and dressed properly.

I was pleased to hear his words - my own sentiments
entirely! "Course I won't tell anyone Peter ... you won't either will
you?"

He shook his head, horrified at the idea. "No way!"

After watching him dress, I stood up on front of him and
gently brushed the front of his trousers. "Well then Peter ... when
do you think you'll want another sexy time? Soon I hope!"

"Dunno," he muttered, "When I next feel like it," he grinned,
"But I bet that's soon!" Given that he had enjoyed three powerful
orgasms with me, it was not surprising that he wasn't keen on
arranging a definite date, but I knew he was keen to have fun
with me again.

"Well, when you're next in the mood, just ask me Peter, I'm
sure we can always find somewhere safe like up here!"

"Ok!" He grinned, obviously keen to be sucked off by me
once more. Opening the door to my flat, I checked that all was
safe before letting him go. Then with a final whispered word of
thanks, he left me: I went back to the bed with one urgent thing
in mind!
= = = = = = =

I didn't see any more of him that day, but next morning in
class, he showed how much his attitude had changed to me -
very much for the better!

Our next occasion for fun though occurred on the following
Sunday morning. After chapel, Peter approached me in the front
hall where staff & guests were having coffee: drawing me
aside, he whispered, "Sir! Have we got time to, you know?"

I knew well enough what he meant and of course, I had the
time! "Course I do Peter, are you in the mood then?"

He nodded, "Yeah! I was thinking about it all during
Chapel." He lowered his voice even more, "I was really hard
most of the time!"

"Well, I'm sure I can do something about that for you!"

"Yeah!" he hesitated before adding, "Can we go up to your
room again sir?"

"No! That's too dangerous today - the Matrons are very busy
up there"! I was as keen as he was but where? The answer
came to me. "I know ... we can go do down to the darkroom, I
don't think anyone'd find us there and even so, no-one would
worry about finding us in there with the door locked." He
nodded his approval so I asked, "Have you done your letter
home yet?" Again he nodded, so I told him, "Go down and
change into your casual things and meet me at the darkroom ...
I'll just finish this and get changed, then get the key from the
staff-room. I'd better not leave here too quickly after you do
though!" He understood and with a discreet but very knowing
smirk, left me to finish my coffee.

Carefully avoiding any parents I knew, I was soon able to
leave the front hall to dash up to my flat. I don't think I've
changed out of my suit any quicker than I managed that
morning, quickly on my way downstairs to collect the key and
then go down to the basement to the darkroom. As it was next
to the boy's changing room there might be a minor problem
getting Peter in there without being seen but in fact I found him
changing on his own. As he joined me, I let us both into the
darkroom, locking the door behind me, the pair of us as safe as
we could hope to be in a busy school. "There, if anyone does
knock, we'll just have to be slow answering it"!"

He grinned at me wickedly, as keen as I was on some sexy
fun. "Great ... do you want to? You know sir!"

Leaning up against the door, I pulled him closer to me and
without hesitating reached down and groped the front of his
jeans. "Course I do, I'm glad you're in the mood again!"

As I squeezed him, Peter sighed happily, "That's nice, sir!
Really sexy!"

"Good!" I carried on squeezing him, "An' when did you last
do it Peter?"

"Friday after tea," he laughed at me, "Me an' Mark went
behind the gym and wanked each other off there," he blushed
slightly, "An' we sucked each other a bit as well - but I didn't tell
him it was you who showed me about it! It was fun but we
didn't spunk up that way!"

"Sounds great! I hope he gave you a nice sexy wank and
you gave him one as well! Next time, you'll have to go all the
way sucking each other ... I know you'll both enjoy it!"

Peter laughed, "We were gonna do it this morning, now! But
his parents came an' have taken him out ... that's why I found
you sir!" He smirked, "Are you gonna suck me again?"

"Whatever you want Peter!" I told him as I now pulled his
jeans wide open. "That's better," I whispered as I closed my
hand over his pants that already had difficulty holding his
almost fully stiff dick in place! Turning him slightly, I then placed
my hand on his stomach and slowly edged my fingers into his
pants, finally able to hold his cock once more, his prize
possession now stiffening up fully as I held it.

"That's nice sir!" he whispered, "Get it out and wank me will
you!" he sounded almost desperate so what could I do!

"Ok ... but we'd better not get you too much undressed, just
in case." I whispered as I pulled the front of his pants down.
Seeing his solid erection again was almost as astonishing as
the first time I had seen it - Peter was well-hung but that
morning, it looked even bigger as it stuck up from his clothes.
And what's more, he being in a very high state of arousal he
smelt quite strongly, that wonderful odour of puberty that makes
me feel very lusty! Cuddling him, closer, I closed my fist round
him. "There we are then Peter ... let's see how sexy I can make it
for you today!"

Relaxing against me, he sighed contentedly, "That feels nice
... really great!" He looked up, "Hold it further up and do it faster
will you?" I changed my grip slightly, but as much as I wanted
him to enjoy an orgasm, I also wanted this wank to last as long
as possible, I wanted to play with such a big cock for as long as
possible! Slow and steady was the order of the day!

However as I slowly tossed him I felt that Peter was quickly
very aroused and although I had told him I would suck him off, I
felt that he'd probably manage a second spunking! So his first
orgasm was to be by hand! Gradually then, I built up my speed,
tossing him a bit faster, a bit more firmly, sliding his soft foreskin
to & fro over his purple tip, my eyes glued to what I was doing.
Peter was soon far away in his private erotic pleasures but I
was very aware of what I was doing to him, waiting for that
magical moment when this 12 year-old's over large penis
would shot what his balls had made since his last wank.

All too quickly I felt his cock start to throb and then, as he
moaned loudly, his hips pushed his penis firmly into my hand
as a thick ribbon of white sperm shot from the end - it went a
considerable distance, another sign of just how worked up he
was. As I tossed away, more and more sperm shot out, each
shot not going as far as the last and so making an impressive
mess on the floor. I slowed right down and as he gasped for
breath, I supported him against me, the boy panting in my ear
as his cock continued to jerk in my hand.

Again, his tiny balls had excelled themselves, making more
sperm than most boys several years older than him usually
manage. The rest of the slippery hot stuff finally just slid stickily
over my fingers and with a little shake to his solid cock, I sent
those last drops to join the rest on the floor. It was another
much enjoyed orgasm for Peter and again I was proud of what
I had been able to do for him. Holding him almost still I waited
for him to finish savouring those last moments of erotic
pleasure.

Peter eventually looked into my eyes, his face still screwed
up as he whispered, "Fucking hell sir ... you really know how to
make it feel good don't you! That was fantastic ... fucking great!"

"My pleasure!" I whispered as I gave his cock a further
squeeze. "You've really shot a lot again Peter ... where do you
get all that stuff from?"

"Dunno!" He grinned wickedly, "But it's great when you
wank me sir!" he hesitated, "Do you think there's time to do it
again?" He sounded almost desperate, but that was obvious
when he had approached me not 20 minutes ago!

"Probably! You were very quick Peter so, if you want a
second go," I pulled him closer, "Let's see how sexy I can make
if for your lovely cock!" I had not yet released his penis so I once
more started to move his foreskin to & fro all round his rather
damp tip. It was delightful to give him a slow, sperm-lubricated
wank, but for the moment, I made no effort to turn my actions
into real masturbation. I wanted this to last and so give him as
much pleasure as I could, my own pleasure the greater the
longer it took. My only regret so far was that he had shown no
signs of interest in doing something for me - a wank from his
skilled hand would be very exciting!

After a few minutes of this slow sensuous wanking, Peter
looked up and whispered, "Sir," he hesitated, but whispered,
"would you suck me off again? It was just fucking great last
time!"

I was only too happy to oblige! "Course I will Peter!" I
released him, "Lean up against the door and I'll suck you and try
to make it even sexier than last time!"

We quickly moved into a suitable position, me crouching
down in front of my pupil, his stiff dick sticking out of his clothes.
At my suggestion, we pulled his jeans & pants down out of the
way to free his cock: I could now inspect him closely, his penis
as amazing as ever! But, it wasn't' there to be looked at,
although I was determined that on another occasion, I would
persuade him to let me photograph his hot erection!

That morning though, he wanted to be fellated and I
wanted to do it so sliding my hands round onto his warm
buttocks, I pulled him closer, Peter playfully rubbing his cock
against my face. I was very pleased with that so to start with I
simply nuzzled him, moving his cock about with my nose as I
breathed in deeply, just hugging him to me as we both enjoyed
this simple game. My hands were not idle, gently stroking his
delightfully slim buttocks, the whole thing amazingly erotic for
me. That was true for him as well, Peter having spunked up so
recently, his second orgasm was a psychological need not a
physical necessity: he too was enjoying the way I was nuzzling
his genitals and the way my hands were caressing his bum.

Eventually though he did push me back slightly and as he
looked down at me with a rather distant expression on his face,
he urged, "Go on then ... suck it now sir ... you've got me really
worked up again!"

"Ok!" I lowered my head back to his waiting cock and after
tugging his foreskin back, took just his glans between my lips.
That had an electrifying effect on him and with a loud gasp,
Peter started to grind his dick hard at me, urgently pushing
himself into my mouth. I let him do so, trying to take as much as
I could into my mouth but not letting him choke me with his
massive cock! With it in place, I set to working, sucking him
hungrily as I licked everywhere I could reach, whilst nodding my
head up & down, wanking him with my lips. I was desperate to
make it even more exciting for him and his responses soon
showed that I was succeeding. He tasted superbly but now,
above all, I wanted to replace the taste of his penis with that
ineffable flavour of fresh boy-sperm.

Peter clung to me almost desperately as his hips started to
rock to & fro, he soon fucking my mouth quite urgently. Despite
his earlier productive orgasm, he seemed almost desperate to
climax once more, as quickly as possible - I was happy to
oblige! My hands continued to massage his warm buttocks,
moving down the back of his legs and then between them so
that I could tickle his balls from behind.

We moved together, my lips sliding up & down his hard
shaft as he rocked backwards & forwards, gradually exciting
himself as I worked away on him and getting quite carried
away with what we were doing. It didn't take much of this hot
man-boy sex and he was there.

With a powerful lunge from his hips, Peter pushed his cock
harder into my mouth as it stared to spit a thin stream of his
spunk onto my tongue. Very tasty but although he was trying to
ram his cock down my throat, I managed to hold him where I
wanted, sucking and licking as he shot more of his special boy-
cream into my mouth. His moans of delight were amazingly
loud, again I was sure he could be heard all over the school,
but his noises made me even more gratified - what I was doing
was very much appreciated!

His sperm was some of the tastiest I've ever swallowed, not
too bitter, still slightly sweet as I would expect of a boy his age,
but once more, a lot more than a boy his age, a boy with balls
as small as Peter's, should be able to produce on his second
spunking of the day.

As he slowly calmed down, I held my lips firmly round his
cock, then slowly lifting my head, tried to pull his foreskin up to
cover his sensitive glans. As I released him, I opened my eyes
and saw his penis slap hard back against his belly - it was
wonderful and I was almost as dazed as he was. "Well?" I
asked looking up, "Was that nice then Peter? You were great to
do again!"

He nodded, still a bit lost in his private pleasure but just
about able to speak, he whispered, "Fucking amazing sir, really
great! Even better than last time!"

I stood up. "Good ... that's what I wanted Peter! Whenever
you want your cock sucked and none of your friends will do it all
the way, just ask me!"

He smiled happily. "Yeah!" he growled.

"Good ... and are you still in the mood?"

He shook his head. "No more ... you've done me enough for
today! I shan't need a wank all week after that!"

I nodded and, glancing down, saw that his penis was fast
losing its stiffness. "Looks like you're right ... it's had enough for
today I think!"

"An' you've had enough of it today as well!" he giggled.
Stooping down he pulled his pants up, wiggling his hips at me
to show off the bulge his half-hard dick made in them. I was
allowed to rub him there briefly, but he was soon pushing me
away and reaching for his jeans. "We'd better go sir ... it'll be
lunch soon and Mr Wills is on duty and he might be looking for
me!"

His sexual needs were satisfied and so, like most boys, all
thoughts of sex had evaporated. "Ok then, just as you say
Peter!" As he tidied up his clothes, having to slide a hand into
his pants to organise his cock so that it didn't show too much, I
asked, "When do you think you'll want another go then?
Thursday? After games?"

"Yeah ... maybe before then if we get the chance!" He
smiled, "Can I come up to your flat again?"

"Course you can ... but only when it's quite safe!"

Cautiously, we let ourselves out of the darkroom and after
his final whispered words of heartfelt thanks, we parted. It had
been overwhelming really and I could hardly wait to get his
cock in my hand or mouth once more!
= = = = = = =

That was the start of what turned into quite an affair with
Peter - or at least with his prize possession! For the next year or
so, at least once a week I would wank or suck him off. Happily,
at our next session on my bed, he offered to wank me off as
well, proving to be very good at it. Our games developed into a
simple pattern - if we had the time, I would wank him off, then
he would do me, then I would blow him, always happy to taste
all the wonderful hot boy-sperm he could give.

As time went by, his cock grew even bigger: his balls grew
as well and his pubic curls got thicker! And, well, he was more
than willing, so I have the pictures to prove it!

Within a week of so of those first blow-jobs I was allowed to
give him, Peter took the plunge and sucked off his best friend,
Mark Hadley, that boy then happy to do it to Peter in return,
although as he told me, Mark wasn't as good as I was at it! Of
course, having tasted Mark's sperm, he was soon willing to
suck me off - not done all that often (sadly), but whenever he
was willing to do it, it was an utterly amazing experience for me
to enjoy!

Peter was keen to tell me about everything he and his
friends did. Come the Autumn term, he told me how he and
Mark had tried some bum-fucking - so aroused was he by his
story, that he quickly rolled over for me. In return for the
amazing fuck I had up his arse, he did me - painful but
enjoyable!

Despite all that I was doing with Peter, I wanted his friend
Mark as well, but sadly was never allowed to play with his cock.
I'd seen it erect on more than one occasion, especially the time
Peter planned a way for me to watch the pair of them wanking
each other off. Two impressive boy-spunkings were the result of
their efforts on each other - quite staggering to watch! The only
time I managed some contact with Mark was when I caught
him & Peter in the changing room: he let me hold him briefly,
giggling as I tried a few brief wanking strokes, but he never
quite understood what I wanted. He simply got dressed and
wandered off, not knowing that as he closed the door, I was
already kneeling in front of Peter, already keenly sucking his
rigid (by then 13 year-old) penis.

When Peter finally left Woodlands Court, I was sad that there
would probably be no more chance of fun with him. I have the
photographs of his Prize Possession though - and of him all wet
with his spunk - but it's not the same as actually playing with
him. He really was good in bed - something we shared often
enough!

Anyway, I've managed to find a replacement for some sexy
games and if Luke has really quite a small dick for his age, he is
just as sexy and willing for fun, even though he's only recently
eleven!

= = = = = = = = = = = = =

January 1999

NB - Woodlands Court as a school doesn't exist!