Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 17:57:20 -0700
From: Boystory <boystory@comcast.net>
Subject: Satyr-Boy-7

Well here's the next installment of "Satyr Boy".  It details the characters
ongoing sexual experiences.

As usual, if you're under 18, or in the company of someone under 18, then
please do not download or read this story.  The depictions in this story
involve sexual contact between a boy and an adult male.  The time frame for
these stories is during the boy's 8th through 16th year, and the men range
from age 19 to 60.  Unlike my other stories, this story is mainly about
sexual conquest.  If that is not to your liking, then please find another
story to read.  Also, I should state that the events herein are nothing
more than fantasy.  Any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely
coincidental.  None of the events herein ever happened, not that some would
be all that bad if they did, but...

I would love to hear feedback on this story from all of you.  All emails
will receive a response (except blatant flames).  You can email me at
boystory@comcast.net.

I want to thank one of my friends from the #niftywriters room for his
assistance in editing this chapter.  He knows who he is.  Thanks!

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Hope you enjoy this installment of "Satyr Boy"

Lenny boystory@comcast.net

"S A T Y R B O Y" CHAPTER 7 -- Science Teacher

Hi. It makes me happy to see that all of you keep coming back. As you all
know by now, my name is Daniel, and this is my story.  In the previous
chapter I discussed the man who started the process of teaching me that sex
was sex, and love was much more.  This chapter talks about one of my
Teachers.  Please enjoy this installment.

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Well, being 11 means 6th grade.  I really did enjoy school but there was
one class I just couldn't wait to go to.  It was my last class of the day.
Science.  Mr. Hastings, my teacher.  Mr.  Jerry Hastings.  He was young,
probably about 25 and it was his first teaching job.  All the kids liked
him because he didn't treat us like kids, but like young adults.  He would
call us Mr.  This or Mr. That and when we asked a question, he didn't make
us feel dumb or anything.

I sometimes had a hard time concentrating in his class because I sorta had
a crush on him.  The first time I actually had real feelings for someone,
well, other than a family member.  He was constantly coming up to my desk,
standing there saying, "Daniel.  Oh Daniel.  Earth to Daniel."  This got a
lot of laughs from the rest of the class, but I didn't mind.  I would look
up at him and smile.  Sometimes, he would rub my hair or sometimes even
caress my cheek.

On one particular day, I knew nobody was going to be at my house.  Since
science was the last class of the day, I hung around talking to Jerry.  He
let me call him by his first name when nobody else was around.  He looked
at his watch and said, "Daniel.  It's 4:00, you have missed your bus."  He
didn't know it, but I had planned that.

"Shoot!", I exclaimed.  "Now I have to walk home.  It's 3 miles."

He looked at me and smiled.  I wondered what was going on in his mind, but
I was soon to find out.  He offered to drive me home.  My plan was working
perfectly.

We got to my house and I asked if he would like to see my room.  He said
that he would like that, so we got out of the car and went inside.  There
was a note from Mom that she wouldn't be home until late because she had a
meeting of some kind at work.  My brothers and sisters always stayed out
until late, so I knew I had the house to myself.

We went into my room and he commented about the color scheme.  I beamed
because I had designed my room by myself.  The room had two, build-in
Captain's beds which were 4 feet tall, with drawers built in.  Between the
beds was a built-in desk.  The beds and the desk were blue.  The beds were
made of wood, and the desk was finished with Formica.  Along both walls
were floor to ceiling built-in bookcases.  The were also painted blue.  The
walls were painted Halloween Orange.  One of the closet doors was blue and
one was orange, with the trim in blue.  I had chosen a custom carpet of
high shag with blue, black, and orange threads.  I know it may sound gaudy,
but it really looked good.  He told me how much he liked the way I had
decorated.

I told him to sit down at my desk and to look through my science project.
I wanted to know if I was doing it the way he wanted.  This was a ruse, of
course, so I could put the next part of my plan into action.  While he was
looking at the project, I was behind him, taking off my clothes.

He finished looking at the project and was saying how well I was doing when
he turned around and found me standing there completely naked. His look was
one of shock, mixed with what I thought was desire.  He examined my body
and asked me why I was naked.  I told him that I always hung around my room
that way because it was more comfortable.

I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck.  I don't think he knew
what to do.  He looked sort of like he was trying to decide whether to hug
me or to run away.  Finally, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me
back.  I took this as permission to step things up a little and turned my
head and kissed him.

We broke the kiss, and he looked at me.  He said that he had always thought
I was gay because of the look in my eyes when I would stare at him and
daydream.  He asked me if I had a crush on him, to which I just nodded and
looked down at the floor.

He was quiet for a few minutes, and then whispered that he kind of desired
me too.  I just jumped into his lap and kissed him again.  This time, while
we kissed, he began to rub his hands all over my naked body.  I was rock
hard by that time and I could feel his cock expanding in his pants.  I
wiggled my butt on his cock and felt it get even harder.  I really loved
the feel of him caressing me.

I stood up and asked him if I could see what he looked like naked.  He
asked again when someone would be home and I told him not until about
9:00pm.  He smiled and began removing his shirt.  As his shirt opened, I
could see his chest.  It was totally hairless and the development of his
pecs was just amazing to me.  They looked like they were chiseled.  His
nipples were the size of quarters and the tips were already hard and
sticking out.  His tummy had a faint six-pack showing, not as chiseled as
his chest, but still nicely defined.  I saw a bit of hair growing under his
very small belly button and heading into his pants.

I walked up to him and began to undo his belt.  He just stood there and let
me.  I undid his belt, unsnapped his blue jeans, lowered the zipper and
started removing his pants.  He was wearing bikini underwear and I could
see the outline of his cock and the size of his balls.  They weren't the
largest I had ever seen, but I didn't care.  I wanted them just the same.

He was standing there in just his green bikini underwear looking to me very
sexy.  He stepped out of his pants, grabbed me under the arms and lifted me
onto one of the beds.  He hopped up with me and we both lied down and began
to kiss.  We were both lying on our sides facing each other and I had the
opportunity to rub my hands all over the top half of his body.  He felt so
good to me.

He was rubbing on my body also, and I felt electricity shoot through me the
first time I felt him touch my balls.  He fondled my balls for a minute,
which felt really good, then he took this thumb and forefinger and grabbed
my dick.  I reached down and felt his balls through the thin fabric of his
underwear.  I wanted to feel them directly.

I pulled away from his hand and sat up on my knees.  I reached over to the
waistband of his underwear and began to try to remove them.  He lifted his
hips to allow me to pull his undies down which I did and then off his feet.
I tossed them to the floor and took a good look at his now naked body.

His cock was about 6 inches long and still had the foreskin partially
covering his head.  His balls looked like golf balls, only just a little
smaller. He had hair on his balls, but not much.  It looked like he trimmed
his pubic hair because it was shaped so perfectly.  The hair was cut into a
perfect V shape.  The skin to the side was perfectly smooth.

Well, I couldn't just let that beautiful cock just sit there standing tall
in the cool air of the room, so I bent over and licked the head.  He moaned
loudly when I did this.  I took that as a go-ahead signal and opened my
mouth and took the head between my lips.  I ran my tongue over the head of
his cock and stuck it under the flap of foreskin.  The taste of him under
his foreskin was much stronger than I had ever tasted before.  As I ran my
tongue under it, he began to moan even louder.

I started sucking on his head, and then moved down.  I only got about 3
inches into my mouth and took my hand and began to rub the rest of his
shaft up and down while my mouth did the same to the top half.  He was
moaning constantly now, and I knew that he was getting close to his orgasm.
I could taste the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum in my mouth and couldn't
wait to be rewarded with the flavor of his cum.  I didn't have to wait
long.

Moments later, He cried out and I could feel his cock spasm in my mouth.  I
could taste his cum shooting past my tongue.  I swallowed, pulling my mouth
up to the point where the head was all that was inside.  I continued
jacking him while I sucked and he gave me 3 more hard blasts of his cum.
It tasted like the best treat a boy could ever have.  It was sweet.  Not
like other men I've tasted.

As he recovered from his orgasm, I rubbed his chest and nuzzled my nose on
his neck.  He grabbed me and kissed me.  I felt his tongue searching my
mouth for any trace of his cum.  We kissed and hugged for about 10 minutes
when he pushed me back so I was laying on my back, moved down, and pounced
on my dick.  He took it all the way into his mouth, sucking like he was
trying to suck the rest of my body through it like a straw.  His hand, the
one that wasn't supporting him on the bed behind me, was gently massaging
my balls.  I was in ecstacy.

About 5 minutes of this was all it took before I had an incredible dry
orgasm.  He sucked me while I shook.  When I stopped, he just continued
sucking.  He moved his finger into my crack and started rubbing my pucker.
He kept sucking on my dick.  He pulled his finger back away from my hole,
and while he continued to suck me, stuck his finger into his mouth to get
it slick.  He moved his finger back to my hole, and began to probe it,
putting more and more pressure until it slipped inside me.

I loved the feeling of having him suck on me while fucking me with his
finger.  He reached up into me and found my still immature prostate.  He
began to rub on it in time with his sucking.  I could feel my orgasm
building.  Needless to say, I was whimpering loudly.  For the first time, I
was going to have two orgasms within 10 minutes of each other.  All this
without a break in stimulation.  I began to tense, and when I did he jabbed
at my prostate hard.  I exploded.

I had a life-altering orgasm.  It was still dry but it was absolutely
fantastic. When I came down from my orgasm, he removed his finger from my
ass, and took his mouth off my dick.  He kissed me again.

As we laid beside each other, I whispered to him, "Jerry, I love you!"  He
whispered back to me that he cared a great deal about me too.  I asked to
feel him inside me.  He asked if I was sure, and I replied that I wanted
nothing more.

He told me that he didn't want to hurt me and was afraid that if we didn't
have anything to lubricate my hole, it would hurt too bad.  I smiled and
reached under my pillow and pulled out a tube of KY that I kept there for
when I jacked off.  I handed him the tube and he opened it and squeezed
some onto his finger.  He lifted my legs to my chest and kneeled behind me.
He began to lube up my pucker with one finger.  Shortly afterwards he added
a second finger.  Once I was ready he reached up and grabbed the extra
pillow on the bed and put it under my hips.

He positioned himself behind me and slowly began to push into me.  I had
been fucked many times by now, and felt no pain on the intrusion. He slowly
pushed into me until I felt his pubic mound on my butt.  He looked at me
and saw the deep look of pleasure on my face and began to slowly fuck me.
It was the most wonderful feeling being fucked by him probably because I
truly cared about him.  This was love, not sex.

He fucked me for almost an hour.  I could feel him beginning to swell
inside me and knew he was about to blow.  During the hour- long fuck, I had
experienced 2 more dry orgasms.  After a few moments, I felt him push deep
into me and I could feel him cumming into my gut.

When he had finished, he pulled out of me, but didn't let my legs go.  He
held my legs up and dropped down so his face was right in my butt crack.  I
could feel his tongue licking at my hole.  A moment later I could feel him
sucking on my hole.  He did this for a few minutes then he released my
legs, and came up to lie beside me.

He kissed me and as my tongue probed inside his mouth, I could get the
distinct taste of his cum, along with another flavor I had never tasted
before.  We kissed for 5 minutes then he broke the kiss and just hugged me.

I asked him what he had done after he fucked me and he said that he had
sucked his own cum out of my ass.  I told him that I had figured that
because of the fact that I had tasted it, but it tasted a little different
than when I had sucked him.  He explained that was because I was tasting
myself along with his cum.

We hugged for a little while and then looked at the clock.  It said 8:15.
He got up and began to get dressed.  He told me that he didn't want to be
there when my mom got home because there would be too many questions.  I
put on some underwear and walked him to the door.  He kissed me at the
door, and left.

The next day at school, I tried to act as if nothing was different.  He
smiled at me a lot but didn't act differently toward me than he did any of
the other kids.  He asked me to stay after class.

When we were alone, he asked me if I was ok with what happened between us.
I told him I was more than ok with it, I wanted it to happen again and
again.  He smiled and told me it would.

We got together a few times a week at my house until the end of the school
year.  The last time we got together, he told me that he had been offered a
job teaching at a school in his hometown in Vermont.  He was leaving the
day after school got out.  We made love 3 times that afternoon.  Oh, and by
the way, I got an 'A' in science.

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Well, there you have it.  My first crush.  I hope you enjoyed this
installment.  A new one will be out in a few days.

Well, be safe in all that you do, Until Next Time,

Daniel