Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 15:23:14 -0800
From: L J <lordjerig@gmail.com>
Subject: Self Esteem (M/b, oral, mast, b12)

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This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen.  At least not when I was
there; bummer.

Story codes: (M/b oral mast, boy 12)


Self Esteem


	"Close it!"  I shouted not turning my head from the paper work I
was trying to finish.  For the third time the door had opened and wind blew
in scattering some of the papers on my desk.  Being a p e teacher has its
disadvantages at times. Mostly when the boys either wan to come an visit
while you are in a hurry trying to get reports in before the grade period
is over.

	"Its me coach."

A yet unchanged voice answers prompting me to turn around.  There stood
goof boy. All of twelve and a half, taller than most of the kids in his
sixth grade class, yet with a little bit of a belly.  I knew that with time
most of it would be dissolved into pure muscle.  The problem is that he
didn't quite know it yet and took offense at anybody making fun of him for
being fat.  That was nothing of course. My first period class had a few
kids who were truly out of proportion, but such is human nature.

	I lifted my head and stopped what I was doing biting back the
retort I was about to let out when I saw his face.  He was pail, and looked
a bit sickly.

	"What is going on Rodney?"  I say expecting him to tell me that for
a change somebody was picking on him rather than the reverse.

	"I hurt myself." He says.  His voice actually cracks.

	With an inward sigh I stand up from the office chair, or so they
call it, and walk to him.

	If one was to look at him he was not at all a bad looking kid.
Five feet six, a bit tall perhaps for some, but not at all lanky looking.
His arms were muscled. Again as I said before they looked as if he were
fat, but those little arms of his were powerful enough to let him hang from
the lift bar for two minutes with out even blinking.  During weight
training I had seen him lift close to his weight in the universal press for
30 reps.  His blue eyes now full of what seemed to me to be close to panic
were otherwise beautiful to look at.

	His hair very curly and short giving him an ever larger appearance.

He is still wearing his p e sweats and as my eyes quickly scan his body
they rest on the little package of his genitals which is very defined in
the sweats.  But that is where my inspection stops. He has his hand on the
right side of his body right next to his genitals.

	"What did you do Rodney?"  I say sighing.

	"Nothing coach. I was rustling and I felt this nasty pain on my
right thigh.

	"what exactly were you doing?" I say hoping he had not been
pestering another kid.

	"Was playing." He says and bends forward in pain.  "With Johan."
"Then I just jumped up and felt a pop right here." He says moving and
placing his hand back over his right upper thigh.

	I started to wonder if he had perhaps pulled a muscle in his groin.

	"Did you look at it?" I ask.

	"No, it hurt too much. I just got scared and came up here." He
answers.

	"Here have a seat."  I say pointing to the couch next to the wall.
I quickly look over the large window leading to the dressing area. It is
empty except for one lonely little sixth grader tying his shoes.  Not that
it mattered to me, the window is so high that one would have to stand on
one of the lockers to see into the office.
	"Lets see what's up." I say and come close to the boy.

	"I truly hope you were not trying to beat him up son. I am getting
very tired of you picking on the kids just because they call you fat when
you know you are not fat."  I say.

	"No coach, I promise. We were just playing. He had to go catch the
bus and I jumped up to try to grab him, but then my thigh just popped and I
fell down."

	"Why didn't he wait for you, or try to help you out?"  I ask.
	"He was running. I don't think he even realized I was going to do
anything."

	"fine, fine. Lets see what's up." I say.  He sits and I notice with
relief he does not cry out. Perhaps no pulled muscle after all.

	"Move your hand."  I say.  I hesitates for a moment, then slowly
takes his hand away from his groin.

	"I need to touch you and feel where it hurts to find out if you
pulled a muscle."  I say.  He nods and I notice he grits his teeth.

	"Its not going to hurt you goof ball. Not any more than it did when
you walked all the way up the stairs."  I say and smile.

	I reach out and start my inspection from half way down his leg
moving upwards.  His skin feels warm even through the sweats. His legs a
bit more muscular than the skinny lanky kids in his grade.

	"Right here?" I say pressing softly.
	"No." He says.
	"Here?" I ask moving a bit up.

	"No."

	"Look why don't you just put my hand exactly at the spot where it
hurts, ok?"  I say.  His hand grasps mine. It feels a bit cool and clammy.
As happens with boys his age, the nervousness he feels and perhaps the pain
making his hands sweat a bit.

	"I can't feel a thing Rodney." I say softly feeling around the area
he has indicated.

	"There is only on more thing I can to. I can try to look if you
take your sweats off, or I can walk you to the nurse's office and have her
look at you."

	"At the mention of the nurse he goes pail.

	"Don't worry bud, she will just have a quick feel and look at it
and se if you need to see a doctor." I try to reassure.

	"I don't want to go to the doctor." He says. I can tell he is
suddenly close to tears.

	"Now, now, the doctor is not going to do anything but see if you
pulled a muscle. If so, you'll get a pain killer and something to reduce
inflammation. And if you are lucky you may be able to stay home and skip
school for a few days."

	He smiles briefly never taking his eyes from me.

	"um, coach:" He starts

	"Um... can you look at it, see if you think its bad?"
	"Ok. But there is not much I can do if it is. Like I said you may
need to see your doctor." He stands up with out another word and much to my
amazement and absolute delight he pulls his sweats down revealing a pair of
briefs.  I feel my mouth go dry for a moment as I look at his little
package outlined even more now that his sweats are out of the way.  Then he
is spreading his legs and giving me a chance to look at his groin again.  I
can't see anything wrong with him. Yet I still reach for his thigh and feel
it.  I can feel the softness of his skin and his sudden shiver.  Then as I
touch his leg so close to his little ball sack that I feel the heat from it
he squirms.

	"That tickles!"

	"Stand still boy, I need to see if it feels odd." I say.

I feel a little bit of heat, but no more coming from where he pointed. I
press and he flinches.

	"Tell me, does it hurt any less than it did before?"

	"Yeah, some." He says.
	"I think you are alright. Go home and take a hot shower and you
will be just fine." I say.  "you probably just strained the area a bit."

	"I want you to tell your parents though. I know its embarrassing
having your mom look at your undies and all of that, but if it is actually
a torn muscle you need to give it a rest so it can mend. Got me?"  I say.
	"Yeah, ok."  He says.

	Then as he is still just standing there I start to rub the area
softly trying still to discern if there is something I can feel.

	"That's nice coach, its making it feel better."  He says lowering
his voice.

	I didn't have any idea of what would happen next, and if I did I
probably would have quit my job in paranoia. But there are little gifts
from the universe from time to time, and this was one of them.

	As I said before this little jr. higher was not a bad looking kid.
About to start stage three or so of puberty, he was all boy and radiated
that aura boys who's voices have not yet changed and who are right in the
starting stages of puberty do.  As I continue rubbing the sore spot I look
up and notice he has closed his eyes.

	"Why don't you sit down." I say. "It will take the weight off of it
and maybe feel better."

	He moves back and lets him self slowly down on the couch. Then
spreads his legs farther.  I move closer to him and again reach out to
start touching him.  It is after about another minute or so of rubbing that
I feel the pressure at the back of my hand.  I have been keeping my eyes on
his face noting the dreamy look he has slowly acquired as I work on him.
Now I look down and gasp. His undies are suddenly bulging with a huge hard
on.  Okay compared to the size his little package was before, it looks
massive suddenly.

	And that is the time when I need to weigh my options. I am starting
to cross into forbidden territory.  But he is unmoving and is saying
nothing.  It is time to make an executive decision.

	"How's it now, Rodney, want me to stop?"  I ask.
	"No, keep going coach. It feels better all the time. Please."  He
has lowered his voice and his hand suddenly hangs down.

	I decide that perhaps it is just a natural reaction and go on for a
few moments rubbing his upper thigh.  Just the same I am absolutely turned
on. Unable to take my eyes from his crotch where the lump of his erection
is tenting making the material strain.

	I wanted to let things be as they were and interpret this as a
natural reaction to the rubbing next to his genitals. But what he does next
change things all around.  With out warning he shifts and suddenly my hand
is landing on his penis.  My hand moves quickly starting to lift away from
his undies. But then his hand lands over mine and pushes gently downward.

	"No coach, touch it, please." He whispers.  I look up at him and
notice his blushed state. There is also a bit of fear as if he was afraid
of my reaction.

	"Do you really want this Rodney?" I ask lowering my voice as well.
"I am not suppose to do this you know."
	"No coach, please. I wanted to but I couldn't figure out a way to
get you to touch me."  He says.

	"You man your grin is alright?" I ask.  For an answer he just
lowers his head. At the same time he pushes his hips upward.

	I pull away and stand up. His eyes lift and follow me. I can see he
is starting to get scared.

	"Did you lock the door?" I ask.

He shakes his head.  Deciding that I want this too much myself I move to
the door and lock it.  Then I come back to him.

	"Stand up."  I say.

	"Are you mad at me coach?"  He asks.

	For an answer I move to him and reaching out I grasp his undies and
pull them down in one fluid motion.  His trapped cock jumps up and whacks
against his little belly making an audible slap as it hits his tummy, then
bounces forward to then remain rock hard and straight up.


	I look at it mesmerized. I always had a thing for boys if that is
not yet obvious. I also always preferred uncut cocks.  But he does not have
an uncut cock.  The head mushrooms out from a shaft that tapers toward the
top making his head seem larger than it is.

	It is already about four inches long, the base and all the way to
about three quarters up the shaft is fat and very much hot looking.  On
either side of it a little patch of hair is starting to come in, more so on
the left.  The rest of his pelvis is baby smooth attesting to his boyness.
His little sack is already contracted so I can't see his little balls as he
is very much turned on.  But they are absolutely free of any hair.
	"Jesus Rodney you are cute."  I say under my breath.

	"You got a beautiful cock boy."

This time he grins and looses all inhibitions as he realizes that I am into
it.

	"you like it coach?"  He asks.
	"Hell yeah kid. It is yummy looking. You are starting to grow
up. It looks healthy enough."

	Then I do what I wanted to do since I was eight years old and
discovered just how fun cocks were.  I grasp his boy toy and start to jack
him slowly.  Just like then I love jacking boy cocks. Perhaps that is what
got me into education. I made sure I got work at a jr. high just for this
reason.  And now a twelve year old boy had just delivered himself into my
hands all on his own.
	His face is flushed, radiating pleasure as I work on him.  I want
to ask him to jack himself for me for a few minutes just to observe that
magic that is beyond anything in this world.  The action of a boy pleasing
himself.  But I can't bring myself to stop.  The thought that he has
deliberately come to me pretending an injury just so that I could touch him
is too much.

	I stop jacking him for a moment. I pull him to me and kiss him. His
eyes open wide as if he didn't believe I just kissed him. Then the next
time I kiss him he response kissing me back.  Then I let him go and drop to
my knees.

	Unable to resist a moment longer I grab his little boy cock and go
down on it.  I kiss it from base to tip, over and over.  Then I start to
lick it from base to tip.  Then his little balls are next. I can feel the
outline even through his contracted little sack, and I lick at
them. Tonguing over and over around it.

	Then I return to his beautiful hard twelve year old child cock and
this time I engulf it.  A tiny drop of little boy milk appears just as I
touch his piss slit for the first time as if waiting for my tongue to draw
it out.

	Then I grasp his hips and lead him to push into my mouth.  His four
inches are pressing all the way to the back of my mouth touching my throat,
but not yet long enough to enter it.  This gives me the chance to savor his
entire cock.  Even as I suck on it, I open my mouth and kiss his almost
hairless pelvis.

	He starts to pump in and out of my mouth as I slurp loudly all
around it.  I hold him steady long enough for me to grab the little head on
his way out and run my tongue all around it using as much saliva as I can.
Then I let him plunge all the way into me.

	With a sudden boyish cry of joy he pushes hard into my mouth. I
feel his cock suddenly tighten. It widens from the base, then I can feel
the little head shift some as it fills with blood even more in preparation
for his child climax.  Then a sudden contraction makes his kid cock twitch
hard. It seems to be rearing up, as if it had legs and it was bending them
to jump up on a high jump.  Then it flares out and erupts in a long
sustained stream of the sweetest and hottest nectar I have ever tasted.
His little hips start to pump quickly making little rabbit thrusts in and
out of my mouth even as he keeps feeding me little squirts of child cum.
After the first mammoth one, the rest are simply little boy bullet squirts
normal for a boy his age.  He shivers from head to toes and his little
voice quivers in a last cry of joy.

	All too soon his little boy climax ends and he pulls away from me
suddenly too sensitive to keep going.

	I bound up on to my feet and quickly free my own six and a half
inch hard cock out of my own pants and start to jack it hard.  I notice him
watching me then his little hands reach out to stop me.  Removing my hands
from my cock he takes over using both of his soft little hands.  Then he
starts to jack me.

	"That's it my boy, jack me off good." I say panting.  "Jack me at
the same speed you do it to yourself when you jack off on your own please."

	His little hands start to work on me with a jerky jacking motion
young boys do after elementary school when they want the feelings to come
as fast as they can.  As he settles on to a sweet and constant jacking
rhythm I start to pant even harder.  He has such a look of concentration as
he works on me.

	The feeling of his little boy hands, the taste of his boy milk
remaining in my mouth are too much.  I give out a grown of joy and I let
go.  I start to cum violently squirting cum all over his stomach, his own
semi hard little cock, and his hands.

		"Damn ... yes!" I cry out.  "Ah yes my boy, like that! You
are so good!"  I am cut short as I absolutely give into my orgasm with his
little hands working on me.  Such an honor, and such a treat. And he is
doing it on his own.

	I let it go on till I feel so over sensitive I feel my knees
bend. Even yet I feel reluctant to stop him, but he seems to realize it and
pulls away.

	"Wow coach, you squirted lots more than I did." He says quietly,
yet not at all put off, as if talking to a friend about who could piss the
farthest.

	"That is because you were better than anything I ever felt before."
I say, and find myself meaning it.  Then I reach for him and hug him to me.
For a moment I just hold the kid, his hair tickling my neck even as I enjoy
his scent.

	"Rodney you are a gorgeous kid!" I exclaim in a whisper.



	"So you were making it all up?"  I ask as we sit together and relax
for a moment after cleaning up.

	"Yeah, sort of. It did hurt when I jumped."

	"But it is all good now?" I ask.

	"Well, yeah I guess." He answers.  Then he stands up. But just as
he does the old office chair he is sitting on suddenly roles out and back
from under him as he puts too much pressure on it with his hand and he goes
down on his butt.

	"OH boy!"  I exclaim.

	"Ouch!" He cries out. "That hurts.

	So much for pretending.


		The End

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