Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 08:48:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Pleasures -- Part Two

  Schoolboy Pleasures -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- A proud history

  Patrick Loveboy, principal of Allcock Middle School, loved his job.

  And why wouldn't he?

  He was the head man of a paradise -- a school of 150, 11-to-14-year-old
boys, each of whom "admired" the men of their school faculty, their fellow
schoolboys, the high-school boys of Manley Academy, and men in general.

  And Mr. Loveboy was the reason for this extremely fortunate situation.

  Fifteen years earlier, when Mr. Loveboy was a young, 26-year-old school
administrator, he was assigned the job of cleaning up the worst school in
town -- Allcock Middle School.

  Mr. Loveboy's fellow administrators were delighted that he had gotten
that unwelcome task -- not them.

  The young principal's enthusiasm kept him from even considering failure.

  Mr. Loveboy's initial assessment was that the boys had no discipline.
They had no discipline because they had no respect for authority.

  He meant to instill plenty of both.  And he had a plan.

  Bare-bottom detention.

  Boys identified as offenders by their teachers would be assigned to an
after-school hour in a detention room with Mr. Loveboy.

  Mr. Loveboy and his teacher-assistants would be the only persons in the
room wearing pants.

  Though a radical measure, it was approved as a last-ditch effort by the
School Board and the Parent-Teacher Association.

  And so it began,

  Every day, 10 to 15 of the worst offenders, were led to a detention room
where they removed their trousers, underpants, shoes and socks.  Their
shirts were pinned up with clothespins to ensure maximum exposure and
humiliation.

  In turn, as three volunteer teachers kept order, each of the offenders
was brought up to Mr. Loveboy for a severe spanking in front of the other
hour-long convicts.

  The boys screamed and begged for mercy, but Mr. Loveboy offered only more
and more discipline.  The boys sobbed and bawled and Mr. Loveboy felt sorry
for them.  But it had to be done.

  The strategy was bold and decisive.

  And it didn't work.

  After a week of spankings, Mr. Loveboy noted several trends.

  Every day, as word of the spankings spread throughout the school, more
and more boys were sent to bare-bottom detention.  It was as if they wanted
their bare bottoms and "pink packages" to be exposed to teachers and other
boys.  And spanked.  Hard.  Humiliatingly.

  Every day, more and more boys seemed to sport erections throughout their
detentions.

  Worse, beginning on the third detention day, some boys spurted sperm
during their spanking.  All over Mr. Loveboy's trousers.  Some boys even
spurted watching their schoolmates being spanked.  Despite strict
enforcement of a "no—self-abuse" rule during detention.

  On the Monday that was the 6th day of bare-bottom detention, six of the
27 boys whom Mr. Loveboy spanked spunked on the principal's thigh.
Discipline hadn't improved a whit.  In fact, it appeared that some boys
were trying to misbehave in order to put themselves in a situation where
they would expose themselves to other boys, look at other boys' cocks and
then be roughly dominated and humiliated by a snorting, raging, angry man.

  That couldn't be true, could it?

  Deeply troubled, the young Mr. Loveboy looked out his office window at
the public park across the street from the school.  He watched Derek
Sissbutt, the boy he had spanked last (but who thankfully didn't spurt)
crossing the street to the park.  Young Sissbutt then entered a large,
dilapidated, public restroom at the edge of the park.

  That was odd, Mr. Loveboy thought.  If Derek needed to pee, why didn't he
use one of the perfectly clean and sanitary bathroom facilities at the
school before he left?

  There seemed to be a great urgency to young Derek's movements.  Curious,
Mr. Loveboy watched the boy enter the public restroom. He looked at his
watch.

  Thirteen minutes later Derek emerged.  That was a long time for a pee.

  Less than a minute later, a middle-aged man wearing a long trenchcoat
emerged from the restroom.

  Hmmmm.

  Contrary to what the boys thought of him, Mr. Loveboy did not just fall
off the turnip truck.

  Two plus two equaled four for him most of the time.

  Especially that time.

  The boys were doing bad things because they were getting "sexed up" by
bare-bottom detention.  They liked showing boys and men their stiff
willies.  And apparently, "showing off" and getting spanked got the boys so
excited that they were open to submitting to unsavory, bathroom-hanging
perverts to relieve their tensions.

  OK.

  Now what to do about it?

  Being an academic, Mr. Loveboy did some research and mixed it with some
common sense.

  The world, he concluded, had gotten it wrong.

  Middle-school boys need sex.

  You can talk abstinence all you want, but middle-school boys would rub
their little cocks against anything that would make them spurt.

  Middle-school girls don't need sex.  They're guarding their eggs at that
point.  And sex and pregnancy for girls that age deserves to be a criminal
act.

  High-school boys need sex.  They're usually still waiting for the girls
to give it up.  Still waiting.  As their balls turn a deeper shade of blue.

  Even if a high-school boy finds a girl willing to give "it" up, he still
needs "it" more often then she can or will give "it."

  The conclusion?  Even boys whose true orientation will eventually be
hetero can benefit greatly from spunky liaisons with the only people
willing and able to give them what they need.

  Other boys.

  Older boys fucking younger boys.  Men fucking younger boys.

  It's not gay, Mr. Loveboy assured himself.  It's not wrong.  It's just
common sense.

  Was he the only one who saw that?

  Pretty much.

  Even more, Mr. Loveboy had to deal with the feelings he himself had had
over the past week.

  Seeing all those pretty boys' pricklets.  Smelling the sexual heat in the
detention room.  Dominating those boys so much that they shot their cream.

  Oooohh

  Mr. Loveboy was only human.

  Something had to be done.  So he did it.

  He called an emergency meeting of the School Board and Parent Teacher
Association.  Explained his observations.  And his conclusions.  Expected
to be tarred, feathered and railed out of the county.

  But no.

  Richard Rammer, school board president, said, "Makes sense to me.  What
do you want to do about it?"

  There was an amazing murmur of assent.

  Mr. Loveboy breathed deeply and told them his plan.

  They accepted it unanimously.

  Thus was born the school that left no boy's behind behind.

  The motto says it all.  "Allcock Middle School -- where we never separate
the men from the boys."



  Two -- Life at Allcock

  Fifteen years ago, on the first school day after Mr. Loveboy got the
go-ahead from the higher-ups, the young principal decided that rather than
write and distribute a memo about the new school policies, he would
demonstrate them.

  As Derek Sissbutt left his second-period class, he was asked to report to
the principal's office.

  Derek was surprised, since he hadn't even done enough bad things that day
to get a bare-bottom detention.  What did Mr. Loveboy want with him?

  The boy soon found out.

  "Come in, Derek," Mr. Loveboy said, sternly.  "Have a seat."

  Derek sat, trying to gauge the young principal's mood.  But couldn't read
it.

  Mr. Loveboy spoke.  "Derek, it says here that you've had bare-bottom
detention every day since I began the program.  You're not a bad boy.  In
fact, I think you're a very good boy.  And you're very easy to look at.
Quite pretty, I think.  No, I think you got bare-bottom detention because
you wanted it.  Even more, you needed it."

  Derek trembled.  What did Mr. Loveboy know?  What did he think he knew?
Was Derek about to be humiliated?  For life?  And what about that comment
about Derek being pretty?  Was Mr. Loveboy flirting with him?

  Mr. Loveboy saw Derek's trembling uncertainty and pressed his advantage.
"Derek, I think what a boy like you needs -- all boys like you -- all the
boys in this school need -- isn't bare-bottom detention and bare-bottom
spankings.  What you need is bare-bottom counseling.  From me, to start.
So off with those pants underpants, shoes and socks.  Now, mister!"

  Huh?  Derek didn't expect this.  Still, he LOVED showing off his pretty
bare bottom and "pink danglers" to boys and men.  And Mr. Loveboy was not
only a man, he was a handsome, hunky man.

  Semi-reluctantly, Derek stripped off the bottom part of his attire,
standing before his principal wearing only his undershirt and shirt.  Now
what? he thought, as his cock twitched between fear and excitement.

  "What" was about to arrive.

  Mr. Loveboy said, "Very nice, Derek.  Very nice.  You have a very pretty
body."

  Derek was thrilled at the praise.  He relaxed a little and his cock began
to engorge.

  Which it continued to do as, shockingly, Mr. Loveboy removed his own
shoes, socks, pants and underpants.  "A major difference between
bare-bottom detention and bare-bottom counseling is that the counselor is
also `bare-bottom.'"

  Derek gasped.

  Mr. Loveboy was naked from the waist down!  Just as Derek had imagined
him as he lay in his bed at night.  Touching himself.  Thinking about how
much he enjoyed bare-bottom detention.  And his naughty, cummy grope with
that strange man in the public restroom across from the school.

  The young principal was in fine shape, with a flat belly, firm thighs and
a beautiful, extraordinarily stiff cock.  With a long, blue vein running up
the left side.  And a thick, large foreskin covering all but the dripping
peehole.

  He was showing it to Derek!  He was stiff for Derek!

  Derek had rubbed against Mr. Loveboy's rammer as the man spanked him
during detention.  All the "bad boys" did.  But he never dreamed that he
would be so lucky as to see the fat, stiff pole in "private session."
Stiff and bare.  With that gooey stuff drooling all around the head.

  Mr. Loveboy noticed every nuance of Derek's reaction.  So far so good.
"In bare-bottom counseling, Derek, the boy sits on the man's lap as they
talk.  Will you do that please?"

  Giving the boy the option.  No forcing.

  Derek eagerly hopped onto Mr. Loveboy's hairy left thigh.  The hairs
tickled the pretty boy's plump, pink bottom and he almost swooned from the
closeness to what he wanted and needed so badly.

  Mr. Loveboy put his arm around Derek and asked, "Do you like girls,
Derek?"

  Odd opening question, but Derek answered honestly.  "I think so.  If
they're pretty.  But they're all so..."

  Derek struggled with the words.

  "Stingy?" Mr. Loveboy suggested.

  "That's it," Derek said, delighted to be understood.

  Mr. Loveboy pressed on.  "I know, sweetheart.  Boys have such intense
needs and girls keep all that sex stuff, that they could share with boys,
to themselves."

  Oh my, Derek thought, Mr. Loveboy gets it.  But why did he call Derek
"sweetheart?"  Derek felt very warm.  In a sexed-up way.  Very warm.

  Mr. Loveboy was getting warm himself.  The 26-year-old man was somewhat
sexually inexperienced.  Another one of the many men who told themselves he
"hadn't found the right girl."  That fine morning, Mr. Loveboy may have
found the right boy.  Or at least one of them.

  The sweet cherub was a complete delight.  His pretty face and delicious
lower body would be anyone's perfect substitute for Viagra.  He decided to
see the rest of the lovely lad.

  Mr. Loveboy grabbed the bottom of the boy's shirt and slowly, with the
boy's non-verbal consent, stripped the last clothing from Derek.  Leaving
him naked and blushing.

  Mr. Loveboy gasped.

  Derek gasped.

  In an impulse of passion, the two lovers began to kiss, open-mouthed.

  Steam was coming off the pair as Mr. Loveboy kissed the boy and took his
hot, hard penis into his hand.  The boy moaned as he felt what he had
dreamed of come true.  Moaning softly, Derek reciprocated, taking
Mr. Loveboy's large, thick rod into his tiny paw.

  They kissed and rubbed each other's cocks.  Tonguing each other's mouths.
Rapt with passion as they enjoyed the each other's loving, manual
attentions.

  The boy spurted first, hurling thick ropes of his puerile cream in high
arcs all over the man's shirt and tie.

  Mr. Loveboy loved making Derek cum.  He saw it as his first true
accomplishment at Allcock Middle School.  Many more would follow.  Many
more.

  Derek saw it as the single best moment of his young life. And he was
willing to do whatever it took to ensure lots more of the same.  So, he
reasoned, if he was going to get more, he had to give more.

  So he gave more.  Derek broke the kiss and got to his knees.  He took a
deep breath, then began to kiss and lick the enflamed; skinned head of
Mr. Loveboy's cock.  Giving the man's balls a nice cuddle, Derek applied
great enthusiasm to the welcome task.

  Mr. Loveboy was leaking goo very rapidly and it appeared that he would be
unable to hold his "explosion" back for very long.  As the first pangs
passed and the "here it comes" pangs began, he warned the boy.  He really
did.  But Derek licked harder, all around the head and the peehole.
Squealing with glee as Mr. Loveboy pumped 26 years of sexual frustration
onto the boy's pretty face.  Drenching his eyes, chin, forehead and hair.

  Dribbling down the boy's chin onto his chest and puffy nipples.

  The boy giggled with delight as Mr. Loveboy emptied his balls onto the
young man's perfect features.

  And so it began for Allcock Middle School.


  Three -- Back to the Present

  Fifteen years later, Derek Sissbutt taught math at Allcock Middle School.
At age 27, he was very much a "top."  As were all the teachers at the
school.

  But three or four times a year, just for old times sake, he and
Mr. Loveboy, well...

  Picking up the narrative, it was the first week of school and a very busy
one for Mr. Loveboy and the faculty.

  He and his teachers were busily "evaluating" the new students --
generally sixth-grade, eleven-year-old boys -- to determine their readiness
to participate fully in the Allcock program.

  That day, after he had reminded Mr. Studman about the next-day's faculty
meeting, Mr. Loveboy was "evaluating" young Roger Selfwell.

  By long-time agreement, boys who had already been through "evaluation"
didn't alert those who hadn't about what to expect.

  So pretty, slim, Roger Selfwell thought he was merely meeting his
principal.  As all the other boys did.  Just meeting.

  Mr. Loveboy welcomed Roger and asked him to sit on a couch.  The
principal sat on a chair next to the couch.

  The boy's legs, bare in his regulation Allcock short-shorts, were long,
pink and shapely.  He was a bit nervous, which made him even cuter.

  Mr. Loveboy was wearing a business suit, without the jacket.  To relax
Roger, the man asked him polite questions about his family and his life.

  Mr. Loveboy was a skilled interviewer and showed genuine interest in
Roger's responses.  The boy liked his principal's easy, friendly manner.

  So he almost didn't noticed when the conversation shifted to more
intimate topics.

  "Do you ever think about sex, Roger?  Oh, sorry.  That's a silly
question.  All boys your age do.  I always did when I was your age.  I
thought about making love to girls.  But the girls just weren't interested
in me when I was younger.  Other boys were though.  And they were really
fun.  Do you ever play with yourself, Roger?"

  Roger twitched a little at the question.  His face went from a pleasant,
half-smile to one showing growing discomfort.

  Mr. Loveboy plunged forward.  "I'm sorry.  Another silly question.  All
boys play with themselves.  Right, Roger?"

  Roger nodded meekly.  It was true.

  Mr. Loveboy nodded back.  "Nothing to be ashamed of, Roger.  It's
something all boys do because they need to.  Men need it too.  We'd all
like to empty our ball bags with girls, but they're just too stingy about
themselves.  We need so much more than they're willing to give.  So we turn
to each other.  Men and boys.  Have you ever played with yourself with
another boy, Roger?"

  Roger looked horrified at the question.  Not because he thought being
with another boy was horrible.  He had enjoyed that very much.  He thought
it was horrible that Mr. Loveboy seemed to know so much about the naughty
things he thought and did.

  Mr. Loveboy knew that look, so he went on.  "Of course you've masturbated
with another boy.  Everyone does."

  [Pause]

  [No denial]

  Move on.  "Was it an older boy?"

  A trembling Roger nodded.

  Mr. Loveboy said, "Perfectly normal.  And very enjoyable.  Too bad you
were too young to shoot cream."

  And this is where the sin called Pride reared its head.

  Roger quickly said, "I can shoot cream!"

  Why did he say that?

  Boyish pride and innocence.

  Mr. Loveboy pressed his growing advantage.  "Oh, I don't think so.
You're too young. Maybe you thought you did it.  But no one your age..."

  "I can so shoot cream!" the boy said, rather loudly.

  Mr. Loveboy looked at Roger and said, "Show me."

  [Gulp]

  Roger had been led down a path straight into a corner.  By a master.  He
would now have to "pull his pork" in front of his principal or admit that
he was a baseless, unmacho braggart.

  Roger chose what we would all choose.

  He looked at Mr. Loveboy just to see if the man was inclined to reprieve
him.  He wasn't.  Then he pulled down his zipper and fished in his
underpants for his cock.

  It was pink, uncut, stiff and dripping.  Mr. Loveboy noted all this with
delight, especially the stiff part.  The boy's excitement would make the
man's task much easier.

  Whimpering just a little, Roger began to rub his willie with his hand.
He was unnerved by the presence of an audience, though a bit excited too.

  Mr. Loveboy moved in for his prize.  "That's a lovely cock you have
there, Roger.  I'll bet your boyfriend gets very excited when you show it
to him."

  Poor Roger's face flushed.  His two-year-older cousin Will wasn't his
boyfriend.  Though they had rubbed each other to cummies a dozen or so
times.

  He did like the man's compliment about his penis, though.  Mr. Loveboy
was nice.  And very handsome.  He understood young boys and what they
needed.

  So Roger nodded ambiguously in response to Mr. Loveboy's conjecture.  And
stroked some more.  It felt good, but he was afraid that stage fright would
keep his cummies in his balls.  Which would be really embarrassing!

  Once again, Mr. Loveboy understood.  "It's difficult playing with
yourself in front of a new friend.  Can I help?"

  Help?

  What kind of help?

  Roger should have asked, but Mr. Loveboy was so nice.  And so handsome.

  He nodded at the man.

  Mr. Loveboy smiled, reached over and pulled the boy's shorts and
underpants off.  Leaving him naked from the waist down.  And very excited.

  Oh dear!

  Half naked in front of a lustful man.  Who was drawing the boy to his
lap.  Cuddling him.

  Which was very nice.

  Then fondling his stiff little penis.

  Oh, that felt so good.  Better than when Will did it.

  And then Mr. Loveboy kissed Roger.

  Right on the lips.

  Oh dear!

  Roger didn't resist.

  In fact, he surprised himself by opening his mouth.  Admitting the man's
tongue inside.

  Man and boy.  Kissing.  Hotly.  Hungrily.

  The boy's cock fondled expertly by the man.

  And then, suddenly, from thin pants, the man's cock appeared!

  Standing skinned and proud.  The boy's hand found it as they kissed and
tongued.  Rubbing.  Kissing.

  Until Roger proved his boast.

  The boy did indeed shoot thick ropes of cum all over the man's shirt and
tie.

  Delighting them both.

  Making the boy gasp and moan in the most intense sexual pleasure of his
young life.

  The heat of which probably engendered the impulse of passion which caused
him to slide to his boyish knees and take the man's cockhead into his warm,
wet mouth.  Something he had ached to do with his cousin Will, but didn't
want to be thought gay.

  With this lovely man, Roger removed his constraints.

  And licked the man's "gooey pinkness."

  Mr. Loveboy loved his job.

  And he loved being sucked off by this delicious, Allcock newboy.

  Upholding the school's finest traditions, Roger licked and sucked until
the man produced the "sissyboy's big reward."

  All over his pretty face.

  Mr. Loveboy pumped his last glop onto Roger's sweet features, drew the
boy to a standing position, then shared a deep, long cummy kiss.

  He cleaned the boy up, kissed him again, then said, "Thank you,
sweetheart.  That was delightful.  You're an Angel of Love.  I hope we'll
be able to spend time together again soon.  I can see that you'll be very
happy here at Allcock Middle School."

  The dazed boy left the office and went home.  Dreaming dreams he had
never dreamt before.

  Mr. Loveboy went home too.  Didn't want to disappoint the boys who were
waiting for him to put on his porch light.



  More about Allcock soon.  Especially the upcoming social event with the
high school, Manley Academy.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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