Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2004 00:19:05 EST
From: Janek92003@aol.com
Subject: Art Room Annexe: 2nd instalment

Part Six

More than ever, I wanted to seduce my horny schoolboys, to steer them
away from girls, to orient them to their own sex. That morning, I could
feel a permanent throbbing in my crotch, making it very difficult to
concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing, namely teaching unwilling
pupils the mysteries of French grammar.
During the last lesson before the lunchtime recess, I set the boys some
written work to do, so that I could wander to the back of the room and
rub my erection through my trousers. As I did so, I looked at the boys
bent over their work, and played a wicked game of imagining which ones I
would invite into my bed, and what I would do with them. The fact that
they were thirteen and fourteen year-olds didn't bother me at all.
Remembering when I was their age, I knew that they could get hard in an
instant and spunk up in a few strokes, and that most of them were already
accomplished and enthusiastic masturbators. It would take very little to
turn them on to each other, exploring the delights of mutual wanking and,
with a little help from an old perv like me, moving on to cocksucking....
I stopped short at that thought. After all, I myself had never sucked a
cock in my life. What would it be like? Hell, how do you do it anyway?
They call it a blowjob, but surely you suck, you don't blow? How do you
manage to keep your teeth from scraping his cock? When he stiffens in
readiness to shoot his load, do you keep sucking? Do you try to swallow
his manseed? Would I be able to? Would I gag?

I slipped my hand into my trouser pocket and sought to caress my
erection, which was now almost achingly complete. God, that felt good! I
closed my eyes for a moment to savour the sweet excitement of
self-caressing. When I opened them again, I was horrified to see that
some of the boys had turned round and were watching me, smirking at the
sight of a teacher playing "pocket billiards" as they called it. Boldness
was called for. I grinned back at them.
"OK, you four boys, stay behind. The rest of you can go."
Once the room was empty except for my four little charges who had been
watching me.
"Je suis sur que vous aimez faire cela aussi, n'est-ce pas?"
One of them, a clever little bugger called Davies, immediately understood
and whispered the translation to the others ("I'm sure you like doing
that as well, don't you?")
An outburst of sniggering. Yes, they liked doing it, that was for sure.
"Alors, Davies, j'ai raison, oui ou non?" (Well, Davies, am I right?")
My hand was still in my pocket and they could see it moving.
"I s'pose so, sir," said my clever dark-haired Davies.
I leant forward and said softly so only he could hear: "Show me. Get it
out and show me."
He gawped, paused, thought about it, smirked at me, fumbled and flicked
his lil boy penis out. It was already semi-erect!
"So, what about the rest of you? Want to join in?"
In no time,  four delicious young penises were throbbing stiffly in four
eager young fists.
"You too, sir," said Davies boldly.
I went and locked the classroom door, and then returned to sit with the
boys.
"Take it out for me, Davies" - I looked at him challengingly - "that is,
if you want to."
He wanted to. Dear reader, I cannot tell you the sensations that surged
through me as those grabby little fingers found their prize. The cool air
on my cock felt so so good as Davies released it from the confines of my
pants.
"Wow."
It wasn't an exclamation, more a statement of fact that escaped from
Davies's lips as he contemplated my erect penis.
"OK, boys, let's wank. Show me how well you can spunk up for me."
Knowing that I would shortly be with Ridgway and Douglas and Palin in the
annexe, I restrained my impulse to jack off to climax with these darling
young boys, but just stroked myself dreamily as I watched them work their
fists up and down their yummy boycocks. They were so serious about it,
too, frowning in concentration, biting their lips, and pulling hard to
achieve that blessed moment of release when your whole body tingles and
thrills as surge after surge of milky cum spurts from your cock. Hankies
at the ready as always, the boys soon spunked up into them, uttering
throaty moans and groans and murmurs of pleasure and release.
What I loved best was that they had all been looking at my cock while
they wanked. Nothing like the sight of a rampant mancock to get a young
boy excited!
"Wow, you boys are very very good!" I said in genuine admiration.
"You too, sir," said Davies. He eyed my still hard cock longingly. "May I
hold it again sometime, sir?"
"Me too, sir!" chorused the others.
How flattering: four horny young boys lusting after my cock. Mmmm. Nice.
"We'll see. Our secret, ok?"
They nodded. Conspiracy was part of the pleasure. What boy doesn't love
to do something which he knows is forbidden? At my suggestion, Davies and
I exchanged mobile phone numbers so that we could be in private
communication to arrange a rendezvous sometime for more cockplay.
"Off you go, lads, look lively or you'll miss your lunch."
I was hungry but not for lunch. After making myself respectable, as
respectable as I could be with a hard on inside my trousers, I made my
way to the corridor where the Art Room was situated, wondering if Ridgway
and the others would show. Folded and tucked in the inside pocket of my
jacket was the magazine that, I hoped, would provide the stimulus for our
cockplay session.

Part Seven

My heart was thumping as I approached the Art Room. That unexpected
wank-session with Davies and the other teenyboys had really got me worked
up. I had never in my life been so conscious of my cock and its insistent
throbbing. Talk about an instrument of pleasure! I was already delirious
and the annexe session hadn't even started yet! I rubbed my cock through
my pants as if reassuring myself that it was still up and running, and
went into the Art Room. Again, a hubbub of conspiratorial voices coming
from the annexe. My dirty boys were ready and waiting. I thought of my
lesbian stroke magazines and realised that, compared to horny boys and
their firm young bodies and their fantastic adolescent cocks, women held
no attraction for me. I opened the door to the annexe and three pairs of
eyes looked up at me a little sheepishly. I guessed that they wanted some
cockplay, but were still a bit apprehensive about doing it with a
teacher. Time to reassure them.
"Hello, boys. What's up? How's it going?"
A chorus of hellos greeted me. I looked at the low table round which the
boys were sitting. Bare.
"What, no mags, boys? That will never do!"
"I still got this one, sir," said Ridgway, pulling out the all-male mag,
the one with the hunk on the cover.
"What happened to the other, the one with men and women together?"
"Chucked it away, sir," Ridgway said dismissively.
My heart "soared like a hawk" (a phrase from the movie Little Big Man
that I have always treasured): my darling boys were really into mancock
now.
"OK. Well, here's the present I promised you."
I took the second all-male mag from my pocket and dropped it on to the
table.
"I think you will like this one, boys."
I sat down next to my darling Palin, the girlish blond boy, and laid my
hand on his thigh. Boldly he took my hand and placed it on his crotch.
"My my! We ARE impatient, aren't we?"
Ridgway was already turning the pages of the porn mag, revealing pic
after pic of naked men together doing what men love to do: caressing and
sucking and kissing and penetrating....
"Fucking hell! Fucking awesome!" whispered Douglas.
"Nice, eh? Gets your cock hard, doesn't it? Seeing such sexy scenes..."
Palin's cock twitched under my hand. I felt dizzy at the thought of what
I wanted to do.
"Cocks out, boys!"
"You too, sir!"
Four fists wrapped round four hard cocks. Oh god, how I loved these horny
adolescents! Eager and willing. My throat was dry and my next words came
out in a hoarse whisper.
"What do you think of the cocksucking pics?"
Various murmurs indicating admiration and wonder confirmed that the
cocksucking pics were having an effect.
"What's it like, sir? Sucking a cock, I mean?"
"Why don't we find out?!"
I knelt between Palin's thighs and lovingly held his cock by the base. He
was uncut, bless him. I let my tongue play over the part of his cockhead
that was exposed and gradually allowed my tongue tip to explore under his
foreskin. It was like licking soft silk. My own cock was standing up
achingly rigid, testimony to my excitement at finally getting a cock in
my mouth. At last! Palin moaned as I closed my lips over the head of his
cock and played my tongue over it. I felt it twitch in my hand as his
excitement mounted. Pleasure given and pleasure received.
I twisted round to look at Ridgway and Douglas, both of whom were staring
transfixed at the sight of their teacher performing fellatio on their
mate Palin. Releasing my boylover's cock from my mouth for a moment, I
whispered to the two boys:
"Come on, you two. Try it. You'll love it. Just make sure you don't
scrape the cock with your teeth."
They looked at each other, and Ridgway said hoarsely "Doug, you go down
on me, ok?"
I returned to my ministrations of Palin's delicious cock. I was
breathless to find out what would happen when my boylover finally started
to spunk up. What would it taste like? What would I do? Swallow? At that
moment, every fibre of my being screamed YES!!!!!!!!!! Already, Palin was
oozing a watery precum that I lapped up greedily. His soft moans of
pleasure urged me on to take more of his cock into my mouth. I felt his
velvety glans against my soft palate and for a second I gagged, but then,
making a sort of gulping motion, succeeded in taking it past my soft
palate and into my throat. Deep throat. Sure, but  how much better when a
MAN does the sucking instead of some stupid woman who really doesn't know
what a man needs. Or, in this case, a darling boy all hormones and lust.
Yummy. Palin instinctively put his hands round my head to hold my mouth
firmly down over his cock.
A loud "Ahhhhhhh" escaped from his lips. My boylover was in a state of
ecstasy, getting close to the point of no return, that wonderful moment
when your cock stiffens and pauses before releasing its precious load.
Only this time, Palin's precious load was not going to be pumped
wastefully into a handkerchief, but down his teacher's hungry cum-craving
throat. As I felt him nearing climax, I let my free hand wrap itself
round my aching erection and started to masturbate vigorously. I too
needed the blessed release.
The first surge from my boylover's cock took me by surprise. At first, I
felt a slight wave of nausea, but there was no escape as Palin held
tightly on to my head, more eager than ever to fuck my mouth and pump his
loveseed down my throat. The nausea passed quickly and I found myself
loving the sensation of swallowing his warm milky cum. My fist was a blur
as I masturbated to climax, a series of hard explosions that were in
rhythm with Palin's cum-surges. Man and boy together, in perfect harmony.
Love? Lust? What did it matter? He and I were happy, ecstatic: it was
absolute fucking bliss!
Groans nearby confirmed that Ridgway and Douglas had achieved a similar
cocksucking karma. My horny boys, bless them.
"Jeez, sir, you swallowed my cum!" Palin gasped as he gradually released
his grip on my head.
I looked at his detumescing cock, glistening with spent semen and saliva.
What a beautiful sight that is, a boy's satisfied cock!
Wiping off my mouth, I nodded assent.
"What about you, Douglas? Did you swallow?"
The mess of Ridgway's copious ejaculation all over Douglas's face and
shirt indicated that he hadn't.
"Didn't know what to do, sir. I never done that before. Suck a cock, I
mean." His voice betrayed a kind of shame.
"Not to worry, Douglas. Just do what you feel comfortable with."
"I fucking wanted him to swallow, sir, but he just pulled away," said
Ridgway truculently.
"Well, Ridgway, would YOU swallow HIS cum if you were sucking his cock?"
"Sure." His voice lacked conviction but bravado won the day.
"Did you cum, Douglas?"
"No, sir, and my cock aches something terrible. I got what you call it
"blue balls"."
"Well, Ridgway, don't you think you ought to suck Douglas off right now?
Like, return the favour?"

Dear reader, if you have never watched one boy sucking off another, you
have missed out on one of life's great experiences. I am no stud, but
watching Ridgway go down on Douglas made my cock hard again, something I
could scarcely credit. I reached out and put Palin's hand on it and took
his in my hand at the same time. We didn't really wank, just stroked each
other's cocks while we watched Ridgway working his mouth on Douglas's
cock. It was like being in a dream: if time can stand still, it certainly
did that day as we watched Douglas reach his climax.
"Hold his head, Douglas!" I commanded, "Don't let him pull away."
I needn't have worried. It was clear that Ridgway was determined to
swallow all his friend's hot spunk, come what may. And what "came" must
have been tasty because Ridgway was making gurgling noises as Douglas's
boyseed filled his mouth. We watched as cum oozed from Ridgway's lips - I
guessed that it was too much the first time for a boy to swallow
everything.
Oh goodness me, the session had exceeded all my expectations! We cleaned
up. The boys chatted on enthusiastically about the new sexgames they were
learning.
"Can we keep this, sir?" said Ridgway, indicating the magazine.
I laughed.
"Sure, but try not to get spunk all over it when you wank, ok?"
Giggles. Funny, I had never realised until then that boys giggle like
girls sometimes.
"Listen, boys, why don't you come over to my house sometime over the
weekend? We can relax better there, and I have some videos you might
like."
A short discussion and everything was settled. They would be at my place
Saturday afternoon at two. Wow. It was all so fucking easy! These boys
were like lambs to the slaughter.
That night, I relived the whole experience of my first cocksucking. What
I remembered most vividly was that first moment when my tongue explored
under Palin's silky foreskin, and that magical moment when the first
surge of his boycum splashed down my throat. Boycum. What a lovely word
for a lovely fluid. I was hungry for more. Maybe those 13-14 year olds
would play ball too..... I just knew I would never be able to get enough
of boys and their cocks from now on.

[to be continued. comments to janek92003@aol.com]