Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 23:57:31 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Seduction part 2

Part 2 of the fictional tale of Ben Bromley's seduction of
his maths teacher, Carl Beecham.
This is a fictional story involving adult sexual behaviour
with a minor, which is, of course, illegal in the real
world. Do not read this if it is illegal to do so because of
laws in your country, or your age, or if it may offend you.
Send me your comments or criticisms, I appreciate the
feedback. Michael, (Carl?) enjoy.


                              2


Ben pulled the square of paper from his jeans back pocket
and checked the address. 37A. He pushed the bell button at
the side of the door and waited. He was just about to press
it again when the door opened and his maths teacher stood in
the doorway. He had changed since school, and was wearing
blue tracksuit bottoms and a grey sweatshirt.
"Bromley." Carl said. "Come in."
Ben walked into the small hall past his teacher. "Ben" he
said. "Call me Ben."
"Carl." replied Mr. Beecham, and offered his hand. Ben shook
it as Carl closed the door. "Carry on up."

Ben climbed the stairs to the flat over the Butcher's shop
and Carl followed a few steps behind, his eyes on the rear
of Ben's jeans, the blue denim curving perfectly over the
flesh beneath as Ben climbed. When they reached the upstairs
hallway, Carl put his hand on Ben's shoulder, turning him
round.
"It isn't maths you've come here for, is it Ben?" he asked.
"Tell me what you really want."
"No Carl - can I really call you that? It isn't maths. I
want you to teach me something else, everything in fact,
about about -" For the first time, Ben's confidence
disappeared. He was lost, he couldn't say the words.
"About what you were showing me in class today? You were
pretty obvious then, not leaving anything to my imagination.
That was a pretty blunt seduction, if I were interested in
you. Why me though? Why not one of your classmates?"
"I'm not interested in any of them. I don't fancy them. I
wanted to do things with you." Ben became fearful that he'd
got himself into deep trouble, that Carl would report him to
the headmaster and his parents. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
done any of this, please don't tell anyone - please." He
wanted to run, far and fast, he felt tears start in his
eyes. He'd made a big, big mistake here and couldn't get out
of it.
Then - he was amazed to heard Carl say "I won't tell a soul
if you won't, Ben. I could get into so much trouble for
doing anything sexual with one of my pupils, it would end my
career and probably see me in jail. But now that you're
here, what did you want us to do?"
Ben looked at Carl and saw acceptance, willingness. Perhaps
there was a chance -.
"I don't know, Carl." He said. "That's the whole point, I
just don't know. Nobody else knows I'm like this, you know,
liking men, and I'm just so torn up with it at times. I'm 14
and I don't know what to do, and I need to. I need to so
much that I've even thought about hanging round the park
toilets to get picked up, but that scares me. You read
things about kids going missing and turning up dead, don't
you?"
"Never, never do that." Carl warned, deadly serious. "Never
go off with someone you don't know, the risks are too great.
I'll show you what you want to know, but it never leaves
this flat,
never at school, never to anyone else, no matter what.
Promise me that?"
"Oh I promise, Carl, not a word, not a hint, I'll never
write anything down - it'll be the deepest secret I ever
kept, honest!" Ben genuinely offered. It was going to work
after all! Ben felt Carl's hand on his jeans, teasing the
bulge to hardness.
"Have you never done anything with another boy? Anyone?"
Carl asked.
"Never. I mean, I've seen naked boys in the showers, even
some with hards on, and Billy Jameson wanked off in the
showers last year and I saw that, but nothing else"
"Jameson, eh?" Carl asked, picturing the then-13 year old
nude in his mind. "Was that good, watching him?"
"Yea, great!" Ben said, remembering the occasion. "He stood
there in the middle of the showers and wanked right off.
Gave me a hell of a boner, and some of the others, too! Then
when he came off and shot his spunk up the wall, I came in
my shorts and had to wipe up with them! Then just as I
stripped off and was showering, Frankie Willows goes up to
Billy with a hard on and says 'toss me off now!' I nearly
lost it again but Mr. Matthews came in and shouted to us to
get changed and out quick, luckily he didn't look in the
shower, Billy had just started wanking Frankie and had to
stop. I tossed off for weeks imagining Billy doing it to me,
but then he got himself a girlfriend and doesn't stop
bragging about 'giving her one' nearly every day."
"I'll bet she doesn't even let him touch her!" Carl laughed.
The thought that Billy had been making it up never occurred
to Ben, but thinking about it, Carl was probably right.

Ben was now hard as iron in his jeans, thinking about the
Billy incident - and having Carl gently rubbing him.
"I'm gonna cum in a minute." Said Ben, putting his hand on
Carl's to stop him. "Wow! You've got one, too!" he added,
pointing at Carl's tented tracksuit bottoms.
"That's hardly surprising, is it?" Carl said, "Now if you
want to learn, let's do this properly. You're too aroused to
learn anything yet, so let's get you off quickly first, then
you'll take longer next time."
He unbuttoned Ben's jeans waistband, dropped the zip and
caught his cock as it stretched out. Carl led Ben to the
bedroom by his cock, and handed him an old towel. "Catch it
in that." He said, and began wanking him fast. Ben came
quickly, too quickly in fact, and the first shot went high
over the towel and onto the floor seven feet away. He caught
most of the rest, eight more strong shots, more than he'd
ever cum before. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor
in a shuddering heap of orgasmic ecstasy.
"Fuckin' hell!" Ben cried out, his cock still spewing cum.
"I never thought it could be that good!"
Carl smiled down at him. "It'll get better than that!" he
laughed.
Ben recovered and stood up while Carl stripped off. Ben's
eyes opened wide in amazement as Carl peeled down his
tracksuit bottoms and revealed his eight inch long, thick
cock to him. He pulled off the sweat shirt and said "Now
you. Strip off and feel this!"
Ben quickly took off his jean jacket, shoes, jeans, socks
and tshirt. When he stood naked in front of Carl, he was
rock-hard again. He took Carl's cock in his hand and was
amazed that he could only just stretch his fingers around
it. He looked up at Carl's eyes for acceptance, and Carl
nodded.
Ben rubbed Carl's cock fast, as he would do his own. Carl
put his arm round Ben's naked shoulder and pulled him close.
"Oh yes!" Carl sighed. It felt so good, so right. He felt
his climax approaching fast. "Oh yes, my beautiful boy!" he
called
out. "Make me cum, make me -" the orgasm hit him hard,
slammed his senses out through his brain, "- CUMMM!" he
cried as the sperm flew from his cock and splattered on the
wall a good eight feet away. "YEAAA! Aaahh! Aaarghhh! Ahhh!"
He called out as successive cumshots jetted from his body.
He shuddered as the last shot left him. He focussed back on
Ben's face, an amazed look on it, then pushed the boy onto
the bed. He lunged at Ben's hard, throbbing cock and sucked
it all in, then wanked it with his lips, his head bobbing up
and down as fast as it could. He stopped momentarily and
licked round the exposed head, teasing the tip and slit with
his tongue tip, then sucked it all in again. Over and over
he repeated this as Ben's body writhed in pleasure under
him, until Ben could stand no more. Ben jerked his back up
off the bed, forcing his cock deep into Carl's throat, and
came even stronger than before. Ben felt like his whole body
was being shot from his cockslit, he remained straining his
arched back even higher as he fired his cum down Carl's
throat until they both collapsed onto the bed, Carl on top
of Ben, exhausted and drenched with sweat. The orgasm was so
intense that Ben actually passed out for a couple of
seconds, and when he regained consciousness he was so
drained he couldn't move a single muscle. His cock was so
raw that it throbbed painfully as if the skin had been
ripped from his urethra inside, and it still stood hard,
painfully erect. Carl crawled up Ben's body and kissed him,
forcing his tongue into Ben's mouth to open it and allowing
half a mouthful of cum to drain onto it's makers' taste
buds.
Ben savoured the taste as the warm liquid trickled off his
tongue and down his throat. New and wild extreme sensations
flooded back and forth through Ben's young body, pleasures
he'd never in his wildest dreams thought possible. His heart
pounded in his chest and his tender cock throbbed with every
heartbeat. He was flowing with sweat, it absolutely poured
from his body, soaking the bed.
Slowly, as the minutes passed, normality returned to his
senses, although he shuddered and shivered with pleasure for
five or six minutes longer. It took them both twenty minutes
to recover enough to speak, then all Ben could say was
"Wow!"

They lay together for an hour and a half, just caressing and
feeling each other's body.
Eventually the evaporating sweat chilled them both
uncomfortably, and Carl got up and led Ben by the hand to
the shower. The cubicle was just big enough for two and they
just stood side by side letting the hot water warm them up
for a while, then Carl took the soap and washed Ben's body
all over. He took the showerhead and swilled the suds off
Ben, then handed him the soap and Ben soaped and washed
Carl's body off too. They stood facing each other and kissed
again, longer and deeper this time, twenty minutes just
kissing and holding each other tight under the warm shower.
When they eventually broke, Ben held Carl at arms length and
said "You're a fuckin' good teacher, Carl! You're the best!"
Carl looked up and down Ben's sexy teenage body and then
deep into his eyes and said "No, Ben, you're the best. The
best, the sexiest, the ultimate boy any man could want and,
oh, Ben, I want you so much!"
Ben leant forward and rested his head on Carl's shoulder
then whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the
shower, "I told mum I was going to Billy's and that I might
stay over there tonight, so I don't have to go home." Carl
held Ben away for a moment, looking into his eyes again,
then pulled him, still dripping wet, back to the bedroom.
Carl lay back on the bed and gently pulled Ben on top of
him. "Fuck me, Ben, I want to feel you inside of me!" he
said. Ben wriggled his knees to get into position then
pushed his cock slowly but strongly into Carl's anus. He
knew instinctively what to do, and pushed
and pulled his never-before-so-hard cock in and out
at a moderate speed, looking all the time into Carl's
eyes. Their eyes spoke to each other, silent yet
deeply understood words of love. They rocked together
on the bed in the ultimate sharing of bodies. The
coming of a climax was unimportant: The making love
is what mattered. They rocked together silently for
over an hour, until Carl felt Ben's cock swell inside
him, the precursor to the climax.
"Give me your babies, Ben!" Carl cooed softly. Ben
stopped on an 'in' thrust and delivered his sperm. He
just came and came and came. "You'll give birth to a
classful!" Ben laughed.
Slowly his erection subsided and he allowed it to
fall out of Carl, then he rolled over alongside him
and they fell asleep together, arms across each
other's chests.