Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2010 13:40:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teacher's Lament (1)

Teacher's Lament
By
Storyguy22

Sadly, this story is pure fiction, but it is not difficult to imagine it
being factual in a much different society. Enjoy, and comments are always
welcome.

(1)

   Cory squirmed in his seat, his eyes going to the wall clock for what had
to be the fifth time in as many minutes. His bubbly little boy-butt was
killing him due to the hard-ass wood of his school desk seat, and he
scooted lower and rearranged his coltish legs hoping for some measure of
relief. God, he thought, was there actually anything on the freaking planet
more boring than 8th grade English, and that thought was followed by a
second thought as to how he had ever been so unlucky as to catch this
boring class as his last of the day. It would have been difficult enough to
feign interest in this crap at the beginning of his day when he was more
alert, but concentration was simply impossible as he ticked off the final
minutes of the long school day. Forcing himself, he tried to pay attention
to what his teacher Mr. Martin was saying, and as he let his gaze drift
over the hunky young teacher he decided that pretty much the only reason he
even bothered showing up for this class was Mr. Martin, and the opportunity
to store up some fantasies about the man and himself which he would use
later in his bedroom as jack off fodder. The man was definitely hot, Cody
decided as he watched him at the front of the room.

   Rick Martin delivered his classroom spiel from rote as his real focus
was on the sexy little student named Cody who sat watching him from a few
rows back. The boy had been driving Rick nuts all term, his boyish good
looks and slender build exactly Rick's type of boy, and these daily
sessions of stealing whatever sneak peeks of the sexy boy he could manage
were in one way the high point of his day, while at the same time making
him crazy with lust and desire. Like right now for example, Rick thought,
just look at him, all scooted low in his seat with those luscious smooth
legs all splayed out and the legs of his shorts pushed so far up those
creamy thighs that I can damn see his underwear. I wish, anyway. It was the
one part of his decision to pursue a career in teaching middle school that
Rick had often lamented, this constant association with the age and type of
young boy that were the objects of his dark desires, his burning obsession
to pursue sexual relations with just such a young boy, and Cody exemplified
that burning obsession in spades. Rick sighed, forcing himself to tear his
hungry gaze away from those deliciously smooth thighs that nearly
distracted him from his lesson plan totally.

   The hungry gaze his teacher was apparently fixing on Cody's outstretched
legs was not lost on the boy, and while he couldn't actually be certain
that it was his exposed thighs that were causing the man a good measure of
obvious angst, he like to think it was true, so he went with the notion,
letting his always horny young mind and body spin the fantasy he would use
later in the privacy of his bedroom. He closed his eyes as Mr. Martin
looked away and went on with his summation of the day's class materials,
and as the man's voice became a meaningless drone, he began to conjure up
images of himself naked with the much more mature man.

   In his mind his four inches of circumcised boy cock was totally rigid
and pulsing as he stood shyly before Mr. Martin, his arms up with hands
folded together atop his head as instructed. The man was seated in a chair
not more than inches away as he studied the naked boy closely. Cody's heart
hammered loudly in his chest and he could hear his blood pounding as it
rushed through his veins, and every fiber of his slim young body longed for
this man to reach out and touch him all over. He knew that the teacher
wanted that too, the fact obvious by the huge bulge that tented the front
of his slacks as his eyes ate up the stunning beauty before him. Cody
squinted his eyes tighter, willing the man to reach for his throbbing young
boner, and he shuddered strongly as he imagined the sensation of his wish
being granted by Mr. Martin suddenly grasping his thin nail in that big
hand, stroking it slowly as his other hand moved to gently explore the snug
little scrotum that dangled below. He felt his young balls tighten as his
mind clearly sensed the dizzying affect of that touch, and a moment later
he was aware of a sudden wetness in his briefs, the result of the
surprisingly copious flow of precum that oozed from his needy young
cock. Jeez, he thought, this is amazing, I can actually feel him touching
me like that, and I don't want it to stop, but if I keep this up I am SO
gonna shoot off in my shorts, and that just can't happen while I'm sitting
in class! Inhaling a deep breath, Cody opened his eyes and forced his brain
to shift back to the present, and his focusing on the details of the
homework assignment Mr. Martin was issuing allowed his aching young dick to
wilt about halfway, enough to relieve the insistent pressure in his balls,
for the moment at least.

      Rick Martin rattled off the chapters he was assigning for tonight's
home reading, but his eyes were once more on sweet Cody, and he could swear
that the boy was suffering some sort of serious stress given the nearly
glowing flush that flooded his face, and he stole a quick glance at the
crotch of the boys shorts, hoping for some kind of evidence of the
treasures he knew were hidden there. Alas, the abundance of material that
gathered there due to his slouched posture belied any real hint, but
somehow Rick just knew that young Cody was hard in all that silky cloth,
and that belief was strong enough to cause his own seven inches of man meat
to stir strongly. He quickly turned away from Cody, and returned his focus
to his lesson, wishing the bell would ring to dismiss the class before he
developed a full-on erection which would be all too obvious in the light
Dockers he wore. My God, he thought, this one could be real trouble if I
don't watch myself, he is definitely something special. But Christ, he's
just, what...?...thirteen, I think, and I'm twenty seven, more than twice
his age! I have GOT to find some way to get this all under control or I'm
going to end up in some very deep shit!

   Blessedly, the bell rang then, and the entire class leapt to their feet
nearly as one, the end of the school day suddenly energizing the youths as
they quickly gathered their backpacks, and all but stampeded from the
classroom. Cody kept his seat just long enough to ensure that he would be
the last student in the room with his idol, and then he stood up, and
raised his arms over his head, executing a full body stretch that allowed
the hem of his tee shirt to hike up so that a wide expanse of his creamy
smooth little tummy was available to Rick's astonished gaze. He held the
provocative pose for a long beat as he took a peak to make sure his hot
teacher was enjoying the view, and when he had pushed things as far as
possible without being far too overt, he lowered his hands and turned so
that his back was to Mr. Martin before he bent stiffly from the waist to
retrieve his backpack from the floor. The maneuver, of course, caused his
bubbly little butt to point directly at his teacher as the material of his
shorts stretched tightly across the firm little globes and he was just sure
that he heard Mr. Martin groan softly, and he smiled to himself. He faked
some fumbling with the bag, holding his inviting pose that silently shouted
"come and get me...I want it!"

   Rick's breath caught in his throat, and he barely stifled the groan of
excitement that badly wanted to burst from his gut as his gaze bored in
like a laser onto the perfection of Cody's little ass, and his mind's eye
still clung to the earlier flash of soft, smooth tummy the boy had offered,
and whatever earlier distractions he had applied to successfully soften his
swelling manhood went right out the window. His cock reared in his slacks,
swelling to hardness as he went quickly through a litany of the lustful,
lewd, and completely illegal things he so badly wanted to do to this
stunning young boy. Cody finally straightened up, fully aware that
Mr. Martin had been watching his every move, and as he slung his backpack
over his shoulder he nearly giggled as the man quickly sat down behind his
desk, an obvious move to conceal what no doubt was a serious hardon, unless
the guy was dead, or very nearly so. Cody was very much aware of the
reactions his svelte young body provoked in many adult males under the
correct circumstances, even guys that he knew for certain were "straight,"
with wives and kids at home, and he was certain that he had had that same
effect just now on Mr. Martin, even if he did nothing to ever pursue the
none-too-subtle invitation he just been given. Cody paused at the teacher
sdesk, and turned on one of his mega-watt smiles as he deftly slid his hand
under his tee shirt as he faked an itch, the move once more providing
Mr. Martin with a glimpse of his smooth, tanned tummy, this time up close
and personal as he stood directly in front of the man. He spoke a sweet
goodbye to his teacher, and then turned and walked out of the room slowly,
and as he took each step he sensed the man's eyes boring onto his pert
little butt until he had exited the room. In the hallway, Cody giggled to
himself as he hurried along, eager now to get home to his bedroom and jerk
off a nice offering of boy-honey while he thought about his hunky teacher.

   Back inside the classroom, Rick sat at his desk, dazed and as horny as
he had been in a long, long time. Goddamn, he thought, that kid has me
going for sure! That little scene was about as blatant as I am ever likely
to see, and if the boy hadn't been all but wordlessly screaming, "Get
me-fuck me," then I don't know my boys, which I most certainly do! It may
have been some time since I've let myself go there, but those are instincts
a true boy lover never loses, and every damned one of those instincts are
screaming at me right now to not miss this golden opportunity to accept
Cody's clear invitation. Damn it, he mused, it's like the classic catch
twenty-two...a very cute, and very willing boy at odds with the staunchest
of teachers admonitions, to never, ever, become inappropriately involved
with a student...especially not a same-sex student...who is only thirteen
years old! He had to smile as an old joke found its way into his mind, the
one of the gruff trucker who after picking up an oddly appearing
hitch-hiker who, after the trucker kept eyeing him turned toward him and
said, "I know...you can't figure out if I'm a girl, or a boy...right?" The
trucker simply shrugged and replied, "I really don't give a shit...I'm
gonna fuck you, anyway!" That pretty much summed up Rick's thinking
regarding the oh-so-tempting young student named Cody...the hell with it
all, I'm gonna fuck him anyway!"

  Naked in his bedroom, Cody lay on his bed, his hands roaming everywhere
he could reach on his slim, smooth body as his rock hard boyhood oozed a
steady stream of clear juices onto his flat tummy. Oh gosh, Mr. Martin, he
whispered, it feels so awesome for you to touch me this way...I love
it...especially on my hard cock, and my balls...and I really love your big
cock too, and your big balls...and all the dark hair around your hard
cock...what...?...oh golly...yes please...do that...I want so bad for you
to suck me...and let me cum in your mouth!! He closed his eyes, his hand
now steadily stroking his rampant four inches of narrow boy-bone as he
imagined the amazing feelings of his teacher taking it into his hot mouth,
and his small hips suddenly arched sharply upward as his creamy nectar
began spurting across his flat tummy while he imagined spurting it into
Mr. Martin's hot sucking mouth.

(Story Continues)
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