Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2010 12:06:40 +0100
From: stuart slater <slaters@rock.com>
Subject: The End of 'No Touch' For Schools - Part Two

The End of "No Touch" For Schools
Part Two
By Stuart Slater (slaters@rock.com)

Neat little Andy Smith didn't know it yet but he'd just won the selection
process to become the first boy I'd ever had as a sexual partner. With him
standing obediently before me, with my cock as hard as iron and with the
law on my side I was keen to get started. When I got up the height
difference between us was clear. I no longer minded if the tent in my
trousers was showing, soon there'd be no secrets between Smith and me. I
locked the door and came back taking another good look at the boy's trim
little buttocks as I moved back to my chair while he remained standing,
immobile.

The smooth clear skin of his face was so perfect, the trusting look he was
giving me so handsome and his size so inviting of protection that it was
tempting to take him on my knee and start gently, just with making love to
him. But the new Secretary of State for Education had issued guidance
demanding that teachers should never be afraid of firm and direct physical
intervention so I was determined to establish early with Smith that his new
role was something very different from the parental one we normally had in
class. He was an object of desire to me, his body mine to use. I wasn't the
kind and encouraging friend and protector he'd come to know, I was an adult
male with a big hard dick and he was the cause of it. He'd be the cure for
it as well.

Teachers no longer had to justify themselves to pupils so I felt no need to
explain anything as I leaned forward in my chair and began to unknot his
tie.

This close I could smell him: the mix of his freshly laundered school
shirt, the flecks of gel in his hair and the sweetness of the playtime
snack on his breath. I left his tie unknotted round his neck and unpopped
the button of his collar. He lifted his chin to help me as my fingers made
contact with the cool soft skin of his throat. He was so automatically
cooperative I wondered if sometimes his mum still helped to dress him. I
opened up his shirt a little way to expose the normally hidden smoothness
of his upper chest and then I sat back.

Andy's friendly green eyes were still on me but a little flush had risen to
his cheeks, uncertain what my plan was. His looked as well groomed as ever
– dark blond hair tidy, clothes neat and shoes shiny but he was now in a
different state than I'd ever seen him as in school. With his tie off and
his shirt open he was beginning to look less like a junior executive and
more like a boy ready for his teacher's bed.

My rigid dick was pressed down against my thigh and I gripped it through my
trousers, rubbing myself as I drank in the sight of what I'd done to my
pupil. Just removing his tie and exposing a bit of his chest was enough to
change him from one of my class, a part of my everyday workload, into
something amazingly sexy and provocative. I drank in the sight of him,
imagining how he'd feel to fuck. In my mind I had him stripped, wriggling
on my desk with his butt crack opened by my aching prick.

"Take your shoes off Andrew."

While he bent down and undid his laces I unzipped my trousers, eased my
dick out of my underwear and pulled it out into the open. As Andrew stood
up to kick off his shoes having my stiff bellend on display showed him what
was going on: he could no longer be in any doubt that I'd stopped thinking
of him as just a member of my class. This erect length of adult penis was
heading in his direction. With his shoes off he seemed shorter still, and
as I was now free to wank without the impediment of my trousers I did so as
I looked at him, wondering what it was like for him to be perceived as
nothing more than something sexual.

A strong blush was on his cheeks but it only drew my attention more to the
smooth pale skin I'd revealed by opening up his shirt. I continued stroking
my heavy dick as I dogged down his body to the crotch of his regulation
school trousers and on to his grey socked feet. Until now the admiration
he'd received had all been from doting relatives and kindly dinner ladies
saying how smart he looked and what a good boy he was, now he'd learnt his
appearance could arouse another kind of interest, one that new education
policy permitted me to pursue. There was no longer a "no touch" contract
between me and him.

Speeding up the leisurely strokes I'd been giving my dick I reached out and
cupped the russet skin of Smith's china smooth face. He was yet to grow the
phantom wispy down of older boys, his skin was as hairless as a baby's. We
could both hear the rhythmic rubbing of my cock as I dropped my hand down
his body, over his shirt. I could feel the heat of his little body under
the starchy white cotton, but I'd touched him there before.  Now I took my
legal right and felt between his legs. I felt him pull his crotch back
slightly at the novelty of a hand making contact with his privates so I let
go of my own dick to pull him closer, putting an arm around his shoulders.
It brought him so near to me there was only a few centimetres between his
face and mine. He was looking down and I wondered whether he wanted to see
what my hand was going to do to his trousers, or if he was moving his lips
away from mine in fear of his first sexual kiss.

My aching dick was dribbling for him and it missed the contact of my
palm. I stopped rubbing Andy's crotch and lifted his left hand to put it at
my dick. He kept his eyes down but he didn't resist me as I moulded his
cool grip around my ramrod cock and encouraged him to stroke it. Having a
ten year old touch it was enough to satisfy the immediate needs of my penis
so I returned my hand to his school trousers. I'd assumed he'd have almost
nothing down there but once I'd found the right spot, the small pouch of
his balls was obvious and above it I could locate a lump that had to be his
willy. I rubbed over the treasure no one but him had ever touched before
then dipped my head towards his, nudging his face up so I could kiss him on
the lips.

As I opened my mouth over his lips I clutched my hand tighter round his
balls and the small gasp he let out allowed me to get my tongue between his
teeth. His hand slipped from my dick as I tasted the inside of his mouth. I
moved the arm I had around his shoulders so I could stop his head from
drawing back and within a moment or two he'd given me full access to a
mouth of baby teeth and his hesitant little tongue. I mingled spit with him
and when I took my mouth away his pink lips were wet from kissing.

I pushed him back and stood up, so once again the advantage of my height
was obvious. His shirt still open, his trousers pressed around his bulge,
his hair ruffled and his lips glistening with my saliva, Andrew now looked
very different than he usually did in class. I'd proved to myself a child
his age could be made sexually interesting and as I began taking off my own
clothes I had no doubt my interest now was in pleasure rather than
experiment. I pulled my boxers down: I was naked with a full erection in
front of Andrew.

He was blushing fiercely and aside from occasional shocked peeking at my
dick he was doing his best to look anywhere else except at me so I moved
closer to him once more. With my hands on his shoulders his face was just
below the height of my nipples and the wet tip of my prick was just nudging
forward to press against the cool material of his shirt.

I put my arms around him and reached down to squeeze his ass; each buttock
neatly filled a hand so I could ease them apart to get a finger up into the
crack and rub against where his little snatch might be. With my face in his
hair I could once again enjoy his smell but I was going to have to give up
that pleasure because I wanted him to bend lower and put his mouth where
his fingers had already been – around my cock.