Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 14:05:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teacher's Lament (8)

Teacher's Lament
By
Storyguy22
(8)

   Mr. Martin poured a couple of inches of good scotch into a tumbler and
added a few ice cubes. Moving to the living room, he settled into his
comfortable recliner and let his mind wander back to the memorable evening
a few days back when he had at last fucked his young friend Cody' sweet
little ass. To refer to the stunning event as memorable was very possibly
an understatement, he thought. Certainly it had been five-star, even
stellar, and he really wasn't certain that even those show stopping
adjectives served the justice the experience deserved.

   The only moment of the evening that had given him pause had come as the
man and boy had cuddled in post coital glow, and young Cody had made a
comment about feeling the man's semen draining from his well plumbed little
hole. The statement had alarmed Mr. Martin who was already dealing with a
certain sense of guilt at having attacked the very young boy's virgin hole
with his thick man cock, and further guilt at the degree of enthusiasm with
which he had gone about it given his level of excitement.  When Cody had
offered up his remark about fluid escaping his little butt Mr. Martin
worried that it might actually be bleeding from some sort of injury he had
caused to the tender young tissues there, and he had hurried the two of
them to the bath where he performed a careful inspection of Cody's pink
little treasure with the boy bent over the vanity. He felt great relief in
finding everything in order; save for some minor chafing of skin due to
friction and the still not as yet fully recovered stretching of the tiny
orifice. The fluid the boy had been sensing had apparently indeed been his
escaping semen, and Mr. Marin had the feeling he had just dodged a very
real bullet. He had hustled Cody and himself into the shower stall then and
given his slim body a thorough scrubbing that included assuring a total
eradication of all trace evidence of their recent sex act. He had sent the
boy on his way then, unable to completely shake the sense of guilt that
lingered.

   He sighed heavily, and sipped at the scotch as he continued his
reflective mood. As the adult in the equation Mr. Martin was fully aware
that allowing a sexual relationship to develop between himself and his
young student was completely his responsibility even though the boy had all
but initiated it himself with his bold taunts and teasing of the man back
in the very beginning. There was no question that Cody was at least a
precocious boy, nor was there any question that he desired the sexual
contact every bit as much as the teacher did, but in the end it really all
came down to the fact that, in the view of the law anyway, a barely
thirteen year old child was rarely possessed of a sufficient emotional
intellect to make such a choice, regardless what he might think he wanted.

   It wasn't concern regarding being found out that worried Mr. Martin, he
was quite actually comfortable that Cody would keep their special
relationship secret. What was tugging at his conscious was in fact that
very question asked by law enforcement; to wit, was the boy emotionally
mature enough to offer himself up that way to an adult man, not
withstanding his stature as the boy's teacher.  To respond to the boy's
obviously wanton aggressions by simply fondling him, or sucking his sweet
little penis and tender young balls would have been one thing, he reasoned
as he again sipped the excellent scotch, but to take it to the level of
actual penetration of that amazing little asshole might have been taking
things a touch too far, too fast. The man certainly had no regrets for the
experience; indeed it had been amazing in every way, at least on his
end. But at the same time he had to admit to himself that he had caused the
boy a degree of physical discomfort, at least early on, despite Cody's
insistence that he had liked it, and had not been hurt by the act. But the
real issue here that continued to trouble him was the possible emotional
trauma that might sooner or later evolve. After all, any age male who
submits his most intimate bodily orifice to penetration is to some degree
going against the natural order of human DNA programming, and that
situation could only be magnified in the case of a thirteen year old
boy. He sighed again, and then glanced at his wall clock as he arose from
his chair and took his glass back to the kitchen for a scotch refill.

   That accomplished, he walked to his desk where he logged onto his
computer, and surfed into the chat room where he was scheduled to meet Cody
for a chat. He entered the chat and scanned the list of participants and
saw that Cody was not yet among them. Sitting back with his scotch he
watched the chatter scroll over his screen as the chatters verbally spared,
the verbiage exchanges being fairly typical of a chat room that was known
to be a hookup place featuring teen age boys seeking likeminded
conversation, or in some cases more. There was the usual banter asking
A,S,L? for age, sex, location, and the typical strings of comments like
OMG, WTF, WUTUP, etc, and Mr. Martin tried to pass the time analyzing the
list of screen names as he tried to guess which were real teen boys and
which were adult men trying to pass themselves off as such in the bleak
hope of connecting with some agile young boy with a sense of adventure
liked Cody's. Be careful what you wish for, men, he thought, because it can
actually happen for you, and it doesn't come baggage free, trust me, he
mused.

   Mr. Martin's attention refocused when he saw his boy logon to the chat
and he quickly sent him a greeting to which Cody equally quickly
replied. Both of them moved to a private chat then, and Mr. Martin started
that conversation by asking,

   "Hi Tiger, how's my sexy boy this evening?"

   Cody posted s tiny smiley-face icon, and then answered,

   "It's all good, pretty much, only I wish we were actually together
instead of this."

   Mr. Martin smiled, his nagging guilt ebbing some at the boy's response,
and he added,

   "Me too, Baby...I love it when we can be together having our special
fun...um, Cody, I've been a bit worried I may have gotten a little over
excited last time...I hope you're not hurt in any way by that...?"

   After a brief pause, the boy responded,

   "Just, like, kind of tender...there...but not awful."

   Mr. Martin sighed heavily, and sipped at his scotch as he evaluated just
what that might mean, and he decided then and there that any future
sessions he might be blessed to indulge with the boy would stop short of
him actually fucking him again. If the relationship continued long enough
then maybe later, a year or so to allow Cody to mature a bit more, both
physically and emotionally. In reply, he typed,

   "I'm so sorry, Baby...I just got too excited by how very sexy you can
be...that part of it won't happen again."

   Nearly instantly an icon appeared depicting a frowning face this time,
and Mr. Martin chuckled, once more amazed by this incredible boy. To be
certain he was reading this right, he typed,

   "Why the frown-face, Cody?"

   "Cause...I like how it feels...you touching me there, and stuff..." came
the answer.

   "Well, nobody said that touching was out...just the, uh, other."

   "Oh, okay I guess...I gtg...my Mom is really close by...I guess you can
show me what you mean tomorrow after school... if it's still okay that I
come over...it's her late day, remember?" Cody sent.

   Mr. Martin felt his cock stir at the thought of being with the boy again
tomorrow, and he quickly typed his reply,

   "Of course you coming over is okay...actually, I can't wait...see you in
class sexy-boy...sweet dreams!"

  Another smiley-face icon appeared, and then quickly disappeared as Cody
clicked off the chat. Mr. Martin returned to the open chat, and spent a few
minutes amusing himself by watching the banter between the trolling men and
boys, and then he too logged out, and went to the kitchen for a last night
cap before calling it a night.

   School seemed to drag the following day for both Mr. Martin and Cody,
the only high point coming during last period when Cody entered
Mr. Martin's classroom, and took his seat. He was dresses as usual in
shorts and a collared pullover shirt, and when he stretched his shapely
bare legs out under his desk Mr. Martin couldn't resist taking a long
appreciative look at the creamy smooth skin and the telling lump of boyhood
at his crotch. Cody caught the long and hungry look his teacher was giving
him, and he seized the opportunity to tug up the hem of his shirt as he
faked scratching an itch, the move exposing a wide patch of soft tummy that
very nearly elicited a groan from the teacher as he stared hungrily. Cody
smiled sweetly at the man, and as he removed his hand from his tummy he
briefly let it settle in his lap where he gave his growing little dick a
quick squeeze as he shot a small wink at Mr. Martin. It had become too much
for poor Mr. Martin, and he turned away, dropping quickly into the chair
behind his desk before other students saw the burgeoning erection that now
tented his slacks. Somehow or other he managed to get the days lesson plan
moving, and as the class period wore on he forced himself to not look in
Cody's direction again.

   Finally the closing bell sounded, and the classroom began to empty. Cody
shrugged into his backpack, and started out of the room, and when he passed
his teachers desk, he turned toward Mr. Martin and grabbed his crotch as he
swiped his pink tongue across his lush mouth, and then he hurried out the
door. Mr. Martin watched the boy's sweet little ass wiggle sexily inside
the snug little shorts, and then he locked up his desk, and hurried to his
car, his mind filled with the possibilities of his soon to be time with
Cody behind closed doors.

   At home, Mr. Martin showered, and dressed in some comfortable cargo
shorts and a tee shirt. Barefooted, he went to the living room and made an
effort to peruse the daily newspaper while he impatiently awaited Cody's
arrival. Not long after, the doorbell chimed, and Mr. Martin hurried to the
foyer where he swung open the door to a grinning Cody.

   "Hey, Sexy...come in!" he blurted.

   Cody walked past him, and then on to the living room, where he turned to
face the following Mr. Martin, and as the man stopped in front of him, he
flashed him a wicked little grin, and then promptly peeled his shirt over
his head. Mr. Martin gasped, his eyes traveling over the silky smooth skin
of the boys chest and stomach, and he was unable to resist reaching out to
run his palm over the warm flesh, ending with his fingers gently teasing at
the boys small nipples. Cody shuddered as his teacher touched him and his
boy cock swelled to rigid stiffness so that it poked sharply at his small
shorts. Mr. Martin let one hand trail down the slender torso until he
closed his fingers around the rock hard reed, and he squeezed it as Cody
made a small squeaking sound, the pleasure of the man's touch quickly
lighting his fires. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, focusing
his full attention on the pleasurable sensations invoked by his teacher
fondling him. He was for some reason very impatient today, and on an
impulse he brought his hands to his waist where he quickly skinned his
shorts down his legs, and off, leaving him standing there in just a pair of
tiny soft yellow briefs that struggled mightily to contain his rigid
boyhood and plump scrotum.

    He clasped his hands behind his head and put a slight arch in the small
of his back which had the effect of pushing his boner against his teachers
groping hand, and Mr. Martin took full advantage of the blatant offer by
stroking the boy's treasure up and down. God, the man thought, this kid is
just dripping sex today, and if he didn't find some way to slow this down
it was going to turn out very wet and messy, and very soon! He tried to
step back and take in the stunning beauty of the near naked boy standing
before him, but Cody was showing no mercy as he quickly stripped off the
very sexy little briefs and kicked them across the floor. Naked and stiff
as post, the boy thrust his rampant boner at the stunned man, and hissed,

   "Touch me some more, Mr. Martin...please...touch me all over...and suck
me!"

   Holy shit, thought Martin as he quickly moved in and began running his
hands all over the satin smooth little boy, and without actually being
aware of doing it he found himself on his knees and licking that delicious
young erection from base to tip, and back again, as Cody thrust his small
hips back and forth. Mr. Martin opened his drooling mouth and captured the
rigid prize, sucking it noisily as his hand moved to fondle the boy's
tender pouch and stroke the inside of his silky thighs. Cody chanted his
pleasure as Mr. Martin sucked and stroked him, and in no time at all the
teacher was aware of the tart taste of the boy's oozing excitement in his
mouth. Redoubling his drooling oral assault he bobbed over the boy's
pulsing boyhood, and Cody suddenly rocked up on his toes as a loud shriek
escaped his wide open mouth. Mr. Martin felt the boy cock spasm on his
tongue, and in the next second the sculpted stalk bucked sharply and
erupted, issuing forth several strong ropes of sweet, creamy boy-honey that
quickly flooded the teacher's mouth. He savored each spurt, and then let
the whole slippery lot slide down his throat as Cody all but wilted in
place. His slender young body shuddered, and his knees seemed suddenly
unable to hold his weight as he slowly sank to the floor to join his
teacher and lover. Their eyes met, and a very flushed Cody grinned at
Mr. Martin and muttered,

   "Jeez, Mr. Martin...that was especially super that time...I can actually
see stars...wow!"

   Mr. Martin chuckled; silently agreeing with the boy's assessment as he
gently stroked and held him close as he regained normal gravity. Finally,
the boy pulled away and looked into the man's eyes and said, the earlier
lust filled bravado returning fully,

   "I want you to be naked too, Mr. Martin...and I want us to go to your
bedroom, okay?"

(Story Continues)
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