Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2010 12:51:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teacher's Lament (4)

Teacher's Lament
By
Storyguy22
(4)

  Calling a halt to the sexual activities Mr. Martin had been enjoying with
the stunning Cody was ranked right up there with the most difficult things
he had ever done, but caution prevailed. The boy had been inside his house
for quite some time now, and the bicycle that the boy had left leaning on
the kickstand on the front sidewalk represented a red flag to any curious
neighbors. After all, all of his neighbors knew full well that he lived
alone, and they were also aware that he was by trade a teacher of the
eighth grade, a combination of knowledge that would logically lead any
curious minds to the conclusion that it was very likely that one of
Mr. Martin's students was visiting. While a student paying his teacher a
social call on a Saturday morning was not in and of itself an issue, a
visit that was now nearing three hours in duration could well become an
item of neighborhood gossip, and Mr. Marin could ill afford such talk.

   It was that line of thinking that caused Mr. Martin to reluctantly
direct a very disappointed Cody to get himself cleaned up and dressed, and
on his way. He did, however, make it abundantly clear to the delicious
young lad that so long as he kept their earlier activity a well guarded
secret there would be more than ample opportunity to both repeat and expand
upon their mutually pleasurable play sessions. Cody had of course agreed
without hesitation, and after allowing his teacher to once more fondle his
boy stuff outside his snug fitting shorts, he had boarded his bike, and
went on his way. As he rode toward home he smiled happily, pleased as he
could be regarding the situation that had just developed between Mr. Martin
and himself, and he was eager to repeat it all as soon as possible.

    Monday found Mr. Martin on edge as he fiddled with the papers on his
desk while he awaited the arrival of his English class and with it,
Cody. He had been unable to ignore the nagging thought that the boy might
be feeling some regret with regard to their Saturday morning together, and
he was feeling anxious as the moment of their first meeting since then drew
near. The anxiety was normal enough for any adult who had ventured down the
forbidden road of pursuing a sexual relationship with a thirteen year old
given the ever present potential that the boy would develop second thoughts
on the situation, and decide to discuss it all with someone, possibly even
a parent, or the school guidance councilor, who made it her business to
befriend the entire student body in a way that would open up avenues for
them to speak to her on any subject.

   But Mr. Martin's anxiety proved to have been a needless stress he had
inflicted on himself. When Cody entered the classroom he had acted as he
usually did, that being a passing greeting as he walked past the teachers
desk on his way to his own seat. Mr. Martin watched the boy slide his
pretty little butt onto the desk seat, and he felt a stirring in his balls
as the little cutie splayed his shapely legs widely and hiked up the loose
fitting legs of his shorts in a way that allowed his teacher a stirring
view of his smooth thighs. Their eyes met briefly, and Cody quickly ran his
pink little tongue across his pouty little mouth as he gazed sexily at the
man while Mr. Martin allowed himself a small smile as the built up tension
washed from his body. All apparently was right with Cody's world which, of
course, meant that everything was absolutely perfect in his own. Turning
his attention to the class as a whole, Mr. Martin easily slipped into the
familiar role of teacher.

   As the period drew to a close, Cody had raised his hand, and when called
upon he had asked if, after the class was dismissed, would Mr. Martin
please give him a moment to clarify his homework assignment, and Mr. Martin
had been only too happy to agree. As the class began filing out, the boy
walked slowly to the teacher's desk, timing his arrival there so that the
last student had exited the room, leaving man and boy alone for a few
minutes. Moving around to the back of Mr. Martin's desk, Cody set his
backpack down, and moved to stand directly in front of his teacher, and he
smiled sweetly at him as he lifted his arms above his head which caused his
tee shirt to ride up so that a wide expanse of silky tummy was
exposed. Mr. Martin gasped, his gaze locked onto the tanned skin, and his
cock strained to erection as the boy's melodic young voice said,

   "Touch me, Mr. Martin...hurry...I really need that awesome feeling I get
from you touching me!"

   Mr. Martin glanced quickly at the door, and he stood to go and lock it
as he said to Cody,

   "Drop your shorts, Cody, if we get right to it I should have enough time
to suck you off, and I'd really love a nice load of your sweet boy-honey."

   Cody squealed with delight, and quickly pushed his shorts down his
thighs freeing his rampant erection and cute little ball sack as his
teacher locked the classroom door. Hurrying back to resume his chair,
Mr. Martin sat in front of Cody and reached for his pulsing boy cock. He
stroked it a few times as his other hand went to cradle the dangling young
balls, and Cody shuddered strongly as he hissed,

   "Oh jeez, Mr. Martin...that's so good... man...I need this so bad!"

   Keenly aware of the boy's excitement and the serious dangers of this
reckless act, Mr. Martin leaned in and licked the pretty young cock from
base to tip. He washed his tongue over the smooth knob, his fingers gently
rolling and tugging the tender balls, and Cody flexed his hips forward to
drive his rigid four inches of sweet boy meat into the teacher's warm
mouth. Mr. Martin reached around the slender boy and gripped the perfect
little globes of his ass as he began a steady bobbing of his drooling mouth
up and down Cody's turgid boyhood, and he slipped a finger into the smooth
crease of the boy's butt, searching for his tiny pucker. Finding the prize,
he wormed his finger up inside the boy and began pressing on his sweet
spot, knowing that the added stimulation would hasten Cody's orgasm, and he
redoubled his sucking efforts as Cody bucked back and forth, a steady chant
of the sounds of pleasure coming from him as his body trembled in
lust. Mr. Martin was tasting the boy's flowing precum now, the tartness
causing a dull ache in his taste buds, and he was eager to receive the
copious delivery of the sweet nectar he knew was forthcoming. He continued
to press his finger against the boy's small gland, and he briefly allowed
himself the pleasure of taking a moment to suck Cody's tender balls into
his mouth. Returning to the oozing young cock, he took it deep, and then
pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, and suddenly Cody rocked up
onto his tiptoes as his fingers threaded into his teacher's hair, and he
groaned,

   "Oh gosh...Mr. Martin...I'm gonna cum...!"

   Exactly what Mr. Martin wanted, and he slurped noisily at the smooth
knob in his mouth, and seconds later the boy grunted again, and spurted,
his warm and creamy essence flooding into the man's mouth in rapid fire
ejaculations. Mr. Martin savored the taste and texture of the viscous
fluid, and then swallowed it down as Cody grabbed onto his shoulders to
keep himself from falling down from the intensity of the feelings that
washed over his trembling body. Mr. Martin let his cock go free then, and
he sat back on his chair, grinning at the boy as he washed his tongue
around his mouth to relish the sweet aftertaste of Cody's sweet young
cum. Cody shuddered again, and grinned down at his teacher and said,

   "That was so awesome, Mr. Martin...really intense...thanks!"

   Mr. Martin nodded his agreement, and motioned for Cody to get his
clothing sorted out as he was suddenly once more aware of the danger of
being caught molesting this delightful boy. Cody quickly complied, and then
picked up his backpack. He moved toward the door, Mr. Martin right behind
him, and when they reached the door he turned to his teacher and said,

   "I really like it when you push your finger in my butt, Mr. Martin...and
when you, like, rub on that place in there...it feels really neat...but you
sucking me is totally the bomb...and hey...my Mom has her late shift at
work tomorrow, so I'm, like, on my own `till like eight o'clock...is it
okay if I come to your house then so we can do more stuff?"

   Mr. Martin nodded and smiled, his rock hard cock painful inside his well
tented slacks, and he made a point of looking at the bulging protrusion as
he told Cody,

   "I can't wait, Baby-boy...with that kind of time I can show you some new
things I think you'll enjoy...!"

   Cody dropped his gaze to Mr. Martin's erection and he giggled sweetly as
he replied,

   "I heard it can sort of hurt at first...but...then it feels really
awesome...if you wanted to...put him... inside me, I mean...!"

   The teacher nearly dumped his load with that invitation, and his cock
throbbed strongly as he reached out to ruffle the boy's soft hair as he
said,

   "I would absolutely love that, Sweet-boy, and if it's done
correctly...and slowly...it really doesn't need to hurt at all."

   Cody nodded slowly as if considering that, and then he smiled sweetly,
and told his teacher,

   "I trust you, Mr. Martin...and I know it will be great!"

   And with that, the boy flung open the door and hurried down the hallway
as Mr. Martin watched his sweet little ass wiggle against the smooth
shorts. He sighed loudly, checked his watch, and then moved off toward the
faculty bathroom to relieve the serious ache in his swollen balls.

(Story Continues)
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