Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2012 18:37:16 +0100
From: John Woods <torchwood16@gmail.com>
Subject: Teenage Encounters 5: Biology Blows

The following series is a continuing series of fantasies which i have
been experiencing for a few years about some of my classmates from my
school life. Names have been changed. Hope you enjoy and i would appreciate
your feedback. Thanks. Please don't reprint it, in part or in whole,
without permission.

This is the fifth part of the series and there is ongoing continuity so
some parts may not make sense unless you have read earlier parts which can
be found elsewhere in this archive. Thanks for reading and i appreciate any
feedback from readers at my email address.

*Previously:* I made a sex tape for Brad and he asked me to move in with
him and I accepted his offer.



          I ventured into Brad's room and saw that he was lying on the bed,
having been waiting for me for who knows how long. It had been an age and I
smiled, sinking into his muscular arms, my safety blanket against the
world. We lay there for hours, not moving, just laying wrapped in each
other until we both drifted into sleep. An expression of our love...



          Even though I had moved in with Brad, I didn't really consider us
to be in an official relationship, probably because we were the only ones
who knew and probably because I had to put up with girls constantly
flirting with him at school and grin and bear it. But it was also because I
wanted adventure and to explore my sexuality. And I couldn't really do that
with one person. This is why I needed someone else. Someone with
experience. And I found the perfect candidate in Mr Matthews.

          I had always had a bit of a thing for Mr Matthews. He had a sexy
voice and he was still quite young, with a wife and two kids. So he was
obviously straight then. Well, I was about to find out.

          `Today, we are learning about sexual and asexual reproduction.'
He announced as the class entered and seated themselves. I glanced at Brad
and he winked knowingly at me. `Now, all of our cells have 46 chromosomes.
In sexual reproduction, the sex cells or gametes, - which are obviously the
egg for the female and the sperm for the male -- contain half of these each,
23. When they fuse together they form one nucleus and therefore have 46
chromosomes. Everyone understand? Good. Turn to page 29 and do the
questions from the textbook.'

          I did as instructed with my partner, Steven Howard, and we had
soon finished. Steven was a rough looking kid, with a little facial hair
and he was a smoker. I was mildly attracted to him which surprised me as I
usually didn't go for people who smoke and have facial hair. He was an
exception though. He was definitely a candidate for my
`guys-with-experience' mission, after the tanned hunk that was Mr Matthews
of course.

          After finishing the class, I stayed behind after everyone else
had left the class, if only to hear his sexy voice for a little while
longer. `John? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?' he
asked, sending a shiver through me.

          `Um... yeah there is. I don't really understand this topic.' I
lied, saying it in my most modestly seductive voice, praying he would pick
up on the fact that I wanted him.

          `Well, if you don't understand, I suggest that you do more
revision or you may need to consider getting a tutor to help you get your
head around this topic.' He suggested, helpfully.

          `Hmm.' I pondered, pretending to give the matter some thought.
`Yeah, I suppose tutoring sounds good. Would you be able to tutor me as I
know that you definitely understand the topics we are learning about.' I
smiled seductively.

          `I could do that, yes.' He confirmed. `We have just under 20
minutes until your next lesson starts, did you want to go over what we
learned this lesson to keep it in your mind?' he asked, my reply being the
affirmative that I had no plans for break time, licking my lips in
anticipation.

          `That's good.' He said, reaching his hands to my head, making it
seem like he had finally caught on and was willing to conform to my wishes.
He gently pushed on my shoulders, placing me in a kneeling stance, guiding
my face down to his clothed groin.

`Lesson one, Biology, basic male anatomy.' Mr Matthews declared. `For your
first piece of assessed work, you will have to demonstrate your ability to
deliver a satisfactory blow job to a penis. Begin when you are ready.'

I smiled up at him happily before gently biting into the fabric with my
teeth and mouth and munching on it while he chuckled delightfully. After
about a minute of doing this, it sunk in that we didn't have all the time
in the world and we should get this over with soon to avoid being found,
which would get us both into a lot of trouble. I was just glad that the
blinds covering the windows were drawn. I stopped and stood up, leading him
to the nearest workstation and he propped himself up against it and I sunk
down again, slowly groping his penis through his black trousers.

          I had had enough of this when I felt his cock beginning to grow
into a semi and I unzipped his trousers and slowly pulled them down to his
knees. The sight before me was absolutely heavenly. In his boxer shorts,
his cock looked absolutely massive, the bulge leaving nothing to my
imagination, and this was when it wasn't even fully erect. I licked my lips
in anticipation. I could hardly hold myself back. I wanted it so badly.

          I tugged on his boxers, practically ripping them down and then
observed his monster in all its glory. It was massive, at least 9½ inches,
so long that it was slightly curved at the tip, but it didn't matter to me.
All I saw was my next meal.

          I leaned forward, licking the bottom of the shaft gently with my
tongue before sliding up the entire length of it until I had the underside
of his cockhead on my tongue. As I ran my tongue around him, swirling it
around his head, he was moaning in ecstasy, even if it was quietly so we
weren't discovered.

          I could tell he was really getting into it because as I started
to reach my mouth fully over the head, his hands got a grip on my head and
pushed me down on him, forcing his cock deeper into me, making me choke
from the unexpected forcefulness of my biology teacher. The choking soon
subsided as I got used to deep throating his meat, and got used to the
feeling of his pubic hair brushing against my nose and eyes. Using my hair
as a movement mechanism, he began diverting me back and forth as I sucked
his dick like there was no tomorrow and this was the end of days.

          I had fantasised about this for ages, having jerked myself off to
scenarios precisely like the one I now found myself in, and like with Brad,
I could never have imagined it actually coming true before, so I tried not
to get lost in the moment, as I wanted to.

          I continued sucking deep and gliding my tongue over every
millimetre of his meat, when he announced that we had five minutes left
before the bell would signal the end of break and the start of the next
lesson. Acknowledging this, I knew that it didn't really matter, because
his weapon was slowly but surely enlarging, giving me the knowledge that it
wouldn't be that long before he was going to cum.

          True to my instincts, it wasn't long before the first shot of cum
hit the back of my mouth, rebounding around my mouth and sliding down my
throat and that was when I actually realised that what I had been doing was
reality, not just another fantasy. More shots of his tasty liquid burst
into my mouth, as his moans and breathing got heavier and louder, as I
swirled my tongue around his head again, multiplying his pleasure and
causing more and more cum to be deposited through my lips, with me eagerly
swallowing every bit of it.

          I was pretty sure that this was Mr Matthews first time doing
stuff with another guy, and I thought it was probably likely that he had
always wanted to do stuff to see what it was like and now he had fulfilled
his wish. Or maybe it was just that he had wanted to do stuff with a pupil,
even if not necessarily a male one.

          I slowly plumped my lips off his wet, saliva covered cock, which
had begun to deflate and licked my lips. He pulled up his boxers and
trousers, accommodating his semi into place so it was not visible, before
he spoke. `That performance warrants a score of 4 out of 10. Poor
performance will not do, John. I am going to have to give you detention
tomorrow lunchtime in my office so we can sort out this unsatisfactory
behaviour. You've been a very naughty boy, John.' He said, sexily, his
voice not portraying the disappointment his words suggested. As he began to
walk away, I turned to him and he held up 8 fingers and winked at me, then
left the room, leaving me alone, with a hard cock sticking out from my
crotch, to think.

          Well, I had got what I had wanted. Someone who had experience.
The fear of truly being caught. And he wanted to do it again. Very soon.
That was a good thing wasn't it. Surely it meant something at least.

          I gently stroked my cock through my clothes while I thought,
gently smoothing it down so that people passing me wouldn't see that I was
turned on, before departing the room, not noticing that the door which led
to an adjoining cupboard with scientific supplies, was ajar.

          I walked cautiously. What I had just done was sinking in and a
feeling of guilt was residing within me. I didn't want to run into Brad
while I was in this state, for fear of confessing everything to him, which
would really ruin the life I was making for myself. Plus the fact that he
could tell when I was lying, which made me even more desperate to avoid
him. Luckily he didn't talk to me too much at school so that people didn't
get suspicious so I was saved by that grace.

          And if my affair with Mr Matthews was to continue, I had to keep
Brad in the dark. Didn't I?

          But I don't know why I am complaining. I had got what I had
wanted. Adventure. Fear. Experience. And I could certainly get plenty of
thrills from Brad, my muscular, loving hunk, and Mr Matthews, my brown-eyed
Biology beauty, without them knowing about each other. The only thing that
mattered now was containing my secret. Because if that could be done, then
things could certainly be said to be looking up.





TO BE CONTINUED...