Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:57:56 +0200 (CEST)
From: Trevor Maytum <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: Straight Male - Gay Fantasy

I wonder if there are other basically `straight' guys out there who enjoy
gay fantasies? Here's one of mine. Feedback welcome...

The boys only grammar school I attended as a boy had a headmaster at the
time, who liked giving the cane to naughty boys -- and I mean liked. In
fact these thrashings were meted out with honed precision and an unreserved
and sadistic relish. I never actually got the cane when I was at school
(goody-two-shoes and all that) but was told about it from boys that had. He
was good at it -- there was no doubt about it. You didn't go back for more
in a hurry, so you were careful not to err again.

Mr Forrest was something of a legend at the school - but for another reason
entirely. He was rumoured to be very well-endowed. There was no actual
proof of this of course; you didn't have the advantage of pissing alongside
any member of staff, let alone the headmaster, so no one had actually seen
it.

But we were all fascinated by the stories that were bandied about.

Morning assembly would always provide the best opportunity for a covert
glance at his inside trouser leg while he was on stage. Some boys swore
they could see the outline of the headmaster's awesome instrument when he
was either sitting down, or in the process of getting up to do a reading,
saying if you watched very closely you could, on occasions, see a languid
swing or movement of something.

I have to confess that from my point of view I was never sure that I could
make out a shape that represented a large cock, or any kind of cock for
that matter, but I didn't like to stare too long in case he saw me
looking. However, the myth persisted.

At this time I would only have been about 12 or 13, but I was becoming more
sexually aware, aware of changes to my body -- the arrival of pubic hair,
increase in the number of erections, etc. It was about this time I had
begun to masturbate regularly (about twice a day) and though I used to
think mainly about girls when I was doing it, occasionally I'd find myself
thinking about Mr Forrest -- I guess you'd call it 'cock-envy'.

I used to imagine I was he, rubbing until it came, although at that age my
own emissions were barely visible We boys used to joke about the headmaster
jacking-off' and would speculate on the amount of cum he might produce, how
far he could shoot, did he sign his name on the lavatory door - that sort
of thing.

Anyway, on with the fantasy...

I am sent to Mr Forrest's office for repeatedly talking in class. He is an
overbearing man in the usual attire -- black gown and mortar-board, beneath
which he is wearing a grey pin-striped suit. He is tall and slim, about 50
years old, steely-grey hair which is immaculately groomed, deeply-tanned
face, but not especially handsome.

I tell him why I've been sent to him (for some infringement of the rules)
and he asks me if I know what happens to any person who has that dubious
honour. I nod and he pulls up a chair in front of me and sits down. At
close range I am able to make out the shape of his beautiful cock resting
against his upper thigh. I come over a bit light-headed. So the rumours, it
seems, are true. I estimate him to be at least nine inches in repose -- a
real milk bottle.

He knows what I'm looking at and asks me to look him in the face. He holds
me transfixed with cool blue eyes and I feel myself coming under his spell.
I feel strangely compliant and subservient. He asks me what I think should
happen to naughty boys like myself and I tell him I've no idea. But for
some strange reason my cock starts to twitch.

"You see, Perkins, there are certain boys who I know are not inherently bad
and I like to give them the opportunity of redeeming themselves by having
them perform some little forfeit -- instead of receiving a sore bottom and
then suffering the imposition of not being able to sit down comfortably for
at least a week. You don't need me to tell you how some boys can take great
sadistic delight in another fellow's suffering and humiliation..."

"Yes sir, they can be cruel sometimes."

"Indeed. But you do not have to give them that opportunity to gloat,
Perkins. Some boys deserve a good thrashing. I don't think you're one of
them."

"Thank you, sir."

"Therefore, I'd like to offer you the chance of making amends, young
man. Come here and kneel down."

I do as he says. My heart beats loudly in my ears.

"What do I have to do, sir?'

"Oh... just some little favour. I just want you to to me a tiny little
favour."

"Favour, sir?"

"Yes."

"And what do I have to do, sir -- this favour as you put it?"

"I know how you and other boys are fascinated by a certain part of my
anatomy."

"Sir?"

"Oh, don't be so coy, Perkins. You know perfectly well what I am referring
to."

"Oh..."

"I'm going to let you have a look at it. But then you've got to suck me off
for the privilege."

"Anything's better than a thrashing, isn't it sir?"

The headmaster smiles wryly at my lousy humour. His eyes sparkle and he
leans forward and lifts my chin. "That will depend on how good you are, and
also whether we can both satisfy each other's curiosity, won't it,
Perkins?"

"I suppose so, sir."

Mr Forrest tells me to come closer. Again I feel that strange headiness,
accompanied by a growing feeling of willing-subservience.

He smoothes the hair off of my forehead and tells me I'm a very handsome
young man. I feel myself blushing. "One might even say pretty...Pretty
enough to be a girl, in fact."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"And I'm bound to say, pretty enough to be put in pink panties - perhaps?"
Mr Forrest raises his eyebrows. "Hmm?"

"I don't know about that sir"

"Oh well, just an idea. Maybe some other time."

 My cock is really hard and uncomfortable now.

He smiles and presses my head into his lap. I can his feel mounting
excitement against my flaming cheeks. I turn my head and nuzzle into his
crotch, smelling his heat and growing tension inside his pin-striped
trousers.

"I know how much you'd like to satisfy your curiosity,," he says, in a
quiet but authoritive voice.

"I'd give anything to see your magnificent weapon, sir."

"If I show it to you, and you comply with my request, I will wipe the slate
clean. How would that be?"

"Thank you, headmaster. I so much want to please you, but I'm frightened I
might not be able to manage it - you being so big?"

"I have every confidence that you will not let me down. Now unbutton me and
see for yourself."

I do what he says, my hands shaking uncontrollably, fumbling with his fly
buttons, popping them one by one. I thrust my hand in, through the gap in
his pants, feeling him. Oh, what such sweet pleasure. My guts just melt. He
is enormous and I have trouble freeing him. Finally I manage to pull his
monster out and there it is, springing up in front of me, an ivory column
of creamy-brown and pink flesh, marbled with engorged blue-veins. My breath
catches and, oh my God, I am absolutely awestruck. What a beauty! This was
no unfounded rumour. Mr Forrest, Headmaster of St. Peters and superhero to
boot!

I lick the purple knob while I look up into his compelling eyes. I taste
something slick and sweet. His eyes close slowly and he moans
contentedly. I begin sucking in earnest but it makes me gag.

"Careful," he says. "When you get used to it, you can suck me hard and make
lots of noise. I like it that way."

"Yes sir!"

"I'm sure you'll be better than the others, so don't worry my boy."

Gradually I get used to taking more of him into my mouth, resisting the
urge to gag as his monster cock stretches my cheek and touches the back of
my throat. I swirl my tongue around it, the sweetness of the tip giving way
to the saltiness of taught foreskin and soon he is moving in sync with me,
as if I'm orchestrating his lust. I sense a definite shifting of power. Now
it seems as if I am holding the upper hand. What an intoxicating feeling of
control!

Soon he is bucking and I feel his shaft pulsing and the cum bubbling up
from his balls as he spurts into my mouth. It's a warm, bitter taste,
slightly peppery, burning my throat as I swallow every drop of the savoury
cream.

He says I'm the best boy he's ever had and asks whether I'd like him to do
it to me? I'm so worked up and excited that I can hardly get the words out
quick enough to agree. He tells me to stand in front of him with my hands
on my head. He gets my cock out, feels me up a bit, takes me in his mouth
and proceeds to suck me to a fantastic climax inside 30 seconds.

 But he doesn't stop there. He sucks me until I come twice more (all the
time meanwhile, I have to keep my hands on my head. For some reason this
turns him on) before he finally lets me rest.

Then suddenly he resumes his officious manner and tells me to get up and
tidy my clothing. He offers me a clean hankie to wipe myself before
dismissing me as if nothing has happened.

I always feel a bit guilty after making myself cum to this fantasy, but the
guilt soon passes. It's still one of my favourites. I sometimes wonder
about the headmaster, where he is now, what happened to him. He'd be very
old now of course -- if he's still around that is.

END