Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 08:02:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prep School Nurse IV

			   PREP SCHOOL NURSE IV


    Don nodded "yes" but Chuck never took his eyes away from the leaking
penis in front of his nose. His tongue found the dangling string of precum
and he was smiling as he savoured the taste. Gently he retracted Don's
foreskin fully and leaned forward to take the bare cockhead in his
mouth. It tasted so good; sort of musky, a new flavor. He tried to take
Don's whole cock in his mouth but was able to devour only about five inches
before he began to gag. He sucked hard and fast like a starving man with
his first meal in weeks. Don tried to slow him down, but the boy was too
hungry for cock to comply. Don really wanted to enjoy the sucking, wanted
it to last longer, but too soon felt the pressure in his groin build. "I'm
getting close." Don said, but the boy paid him no heed. The nurse hadn't
had a good blowjob in too long and in only a few seconds he felt the door
blow open, the wads of cum zipping down his cock, and the love cramps pound
his pelvis.  The boy, startled when Don erupted in his mouth, reflexively
pulled his head back and from his face to his mid chest he quickly became a
quagmire of cum.

    Jake was later than anticipated, 9:30 PM. He started shedding clothes
the minute he walked in the door. A big kid, 220#, the Captain and star
center of the football team, but a bit of an anomaly in that his cock was
only about 4 1/2 inches long. But thick as a banana. He described himself
as 'queer as a truck in a tree' and scared to death his schoolmates would
tumble to his sexual orientation. "You're a bad boy.", Don said. It's been
two and a half weeks since your physical, and you haven't come to see me."

    Jake: "Sorry, but I've been up to my ass in alligators."

    Don: "Did you take your enema like a good boy?" The boy shook his head
no. "Oh, you have been such a bad boy. Come to the bathroom and we'll give
you one."

    "I don't need it, I just want to trade blowjobs, and you know how I
hate those damn enemas!"

    "Oh, but you have been a bad boy, and we want you to be clean and
neat." Don filled a syringe bottle with warm soapy water, lubed the tip,
and with the boy sitting on the toilet slipped the nozzle into his rectum
and squeezed the bottle. "Now you know the rules, you can't let it go until
you've recited the alphabet backwards, and if you leak, we have to do it
again." The boy's face registered agony until he could blow out his rectal
load. "Such a bad boy, we'll have to tie you down and punish you." Don tied
him spread eagled on the bed, facedown, all his extremities tied to bed
posts and two pillows under his belly. His asshole was pointing up, waiting
for Don to deliver the punishment. The nurse rolled on a magnum condom,
lubed up, and entered his captive none too gently. Then he began a slow
inandout, berating the kid the whole time. Don was just beginning to feel
that ultrasensitivity of his cock that promised a climax in the not too
distant future, when he felt a tight squeeze on his dick and the boy
yelled, "Oh Shit!' A few more convulsive contractions of the boy's anus and
Don was sure the boy's orgasm was completed. Then Don recommenced his
thrusting. "Here I come, you evil twirp!" Don yelled, and he emptied his
load up the boy's ass. It felt, as usual, wonderful to feel his hot cum
race down his urethra and into the rubber.

    "I'm sorry, I gooped the bed. I guess that was what I needed, I sure
came quick!", said Chuck.

    Don laughed, gave the big bear a huge hug and said: "Don't stay away so
long and next time maybe we can do a little weenie licking."

    The second doubles match of the day was a long and tough one. Don was
the trainer for this team and with no problems at hand, he was happy to
watch some first class tennis. Their team had gotten through the semifinals
and were scheduled to play the finals the next afternoon.. They all
collected for an early dinner, shot the breeze in the hotel lobby
afterwards and hit the sack early. This was the farthest their school had
ever gotten in the State Tournament, and the excitement was running
high. He was rooming with Rabbit. Wilbert Horton was his name, but he hated
Wilbert, tolerated Bert and enjoyed Rabbit. He was so named because he was
quick as a rabbit on the court. His doubles partner was taller, stronger,
had a longer reach, hit a more powerful shot, and Rabbit was his ideal
partner. Rabbit was quicker, had a vicious left handed serve, a great lob,
an underspin backhand that reminded Don of Ken Rosewall in his prime, and
mixed his shots up so that his opponent had no idea what was coming
next. He was a quiet kid, never seemed to have a date for school functions,
and had a magic dot after his name on Don's chart. Don recalled the kid
having a distinct partial hardon during his tennis team physical exam and
he was looking forward to the night. When they got to their room and
undressed, Rabbit kept his back turned, wore a towel to the bathroom, and
kept it on until he crawled into the twin bed next to Don's bed. Like Don,
he slept naked and that was a plus.

    The boy's voice woke Don up. His clock read 2:24 AM, and the boy was
quietly saying, "Shit, oh shit. OW! Owwwww!"

    Don: "What's up Bert?"

    "Cramp, It's killing me and I can't get rid of it. Ow, damn it hurts!",
Bert said.

    Don got up, went over to the boy's bed and found he had an adductor
cramp in his right leg. "Rabbit, this is going to hurt, but we have to
stretch that muscle out to stop the cramp." As gently as he could, Don
hauled his leg out to his side and in the course of a minute the cramp was
gone. He felt the area and, no surprise, the muscle was firm and
tender. "Hey, lucky you, you are rooming with the trained trainer. I've got
some liniment cream and I'm going to massage it in. With any luck you'll be
OK in the morning. He began to rub the cream into the tender area on the
inside of the boy's thigh and smiled as he watched the kid's penis grow. In
a minute, Bert was sporting a very nice cock. About seven inches long with
a big, shining red helmet flaring out from the shaft. Don began to brush
the boy's ballsac as he massaged. The kid's eyes were closed, his face
expressionless.  Encouraged, Don began to brush against his cock, and Bert
remained unmoving. Then he began to gently stroke his organ. It was
pointing halfway to the headboard of the bed and beginning to leak
precum. Bert had never felt anything so lovely. He wanted it to last
forever, but all too soon his cock began to get supersensitive and his
breath got ragged and panty. The tension behind his balls began to escalate
- higher and better, and tighter and tighter, then Bam! The cramp of
another and inestimably sweeter variety hit him and he felt the first wad
of boycum blast down his cock. When Don felt the first pulse of the boy's
penis, he took his hand off and watched that pretty thing jump and squirt,
over and over. The first jet of cum reached almost to Bert's chin and the
second, third and fourth almost as high on his chest. The boy was writhing
and whining and when the pulsing and jerking cock stopped, Don again took
him in hand and gently stroked to make sure his orgasm was complete.

    When Don woke up, the boy had moved to his bed and was curled up behind
him, spoon fashion, and had an obvious hardon. Don rolled over and gave him
a big hug. "I want to do that again.", said Bert.

    "You have a light workout at eleven, and your match is at two. Time for
a shower and breakfast, then we'll have plenty of time to massage that leg
again.", said Don.

			      TO BE CONTINUED