Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 12:49:57 +0200
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 10

			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

Chapter 10

It's Monday and I'm at school. I've been worrying again about the boy who
bummed me in the woods on Saturday, thinking that maybe he'll tell what he
found out about me. I know I'm finished if it gets out that I wore girls'
clothes in the woods and allowed men to use me how they liked. After he'd
fucked me from behind and then I'd turned round and recognised him, I was
panic stricken, terrified that he's tell everybody.

I don't even know his name, just Chris something, and he's 16. I know he's
in the 6th form, one of only 17 boys who carried on their education at the
school after everybody else in the fifth year left. They have a common
room, a special place just for them, and the teachers don't bother them at
all. They come and go as they please because they are considered adults now
and accordingly, their behaviour doesn't need monitoring, unlike us younger
boys. An automatic "PREFECT" badge is given to them by the headmaster upon
beginning as 6th formers and they are told to wear it proudly. They also
get to punish us for small infractions of the rules or we can see the
headmaster instead. I don't know of anybody who took the headmaster
route. I've always been good, well I've never been caught doing anything
wrong so I've never seen the inside of the 6th form common room.

If I see this Chris, I don't know if I should say anything or not. Will he
acknowledge me, and if he does, should I say anything back? I'm skittish
about the whole situation. He didn't actually say anything on Saturday but
he did kiss me briefly after he fucked me, and also left with my knickers
in his pocket as a souvenir. Should I ask him outright if he'll keep my
secret or would he maybe just want to forget it, and would he be angry if I
brought the subject up? Maybe if I avoid him....

I don't see him today and a feeling of relief sweeps over me. I'm a coward
at heart, I suppose, and I'd really rather not face things that are
awkward.


Now it's Thursday and I'm feeling quite chipper. My worries seem to have
come to nothing and I've brushed last Saturday's under the carpet. I'm in
the toilets with Roger and I've felt him up before pulling down his pants
and licking his dick. He's got a nice foreskin and I like to play with
it. I like to pull on the foreskin with my lips and to push the tip of my
tongue inside it to tickle his pee-slit. He likes this and would stand
there for an hour if I'd keep doing it. He's begun to like having his
bum-hole licked and he turns around and bends down regularly so that I can
take care of that too. I don't mind doing all that, I'll do almost anything
to please him.

Roger has begun to kind of summon me to the toilets when he wants sex and
I've gone along with it. When the morning ends and it's time for lunch, he
just whispers to me, "Toilets," and I go there and wait for him. When he
appears, he doesn't feel me up any more but just stands there, expecting me
to pull down his pants and undies and service him in any way he
indicates. He seems to treat me like a slut now and I suppose I deserve it
because I do everything he says without question. He says, "Bum," and I
tongue his bum. When he says, "Suck," I get to it straight away. I'm such a
pushover.

I'm on my knees, sucking his dick while he looks down at me. He's become
hard in my mouth and my head is bobbing forward and back, licking the
underside of his dick while one of my hands kneads the big balls which
nestle between his legs. Although he's 14, the same age as me, I think of
him as an adult and obey his every wish.

He's close to spunking now but then he moves me backwards so that my back
is aginst the wall. This is something different and I'm a bit puzzled until
he begins to fuck his dick in and out of my mouth. I can't move my head
back further because it's right against the wall so he can fuck as deep as
he wants and I can't escape it. He fucks me deep and I'm gagging sometimes
but he's relentless in his thrusting. I'm panicking a bit because of the
occasional lack of air and my eyes are watering but he doesn't care about
my discomfort as long as he's feeling good.

My hands are busy, one playing with his balls and the other gripping his
bum-cheek, and I'm looking up into his eyes as he pleasures himself in
me. There is no tenderness in his eyes, not like my uncle when HE fucks
into me, just a sneering look, a look of superiority. He never used to do
this when we first started doing sex. We used to fondle each other nicely,
taking care that we both came but now he's become selfish, using me for his
own satisfaction and not caring about mine. It's my own fault, I know that,
because he's realised that I'm a slut and he doesn't have to bother about
my feelings any more.

His cock fucks my mouth faster and I wait for the stream of viscous fluid I
know is on the way. He gasps and moans as the first spurt of his spunk
shoots to the back of my throat. He's placed his knob just inside my lips
so that my mouth can fill and I may not need to swallow as my mouth fills
with his nasty seed. My hand fondling his balls will ensure that every drop
of his potent spunk will leave his body and enter mine, and that proves to
be the case as his hot spunk continues to fill me.

My head is jammed against the wall which means that HE will decide when his
dick leaves my mouth and not me, as was formerly the case. He's been
watching my face as he's spurted into me and he's seen no sign of disgust
or distress, so he's decided this is how things are going to be from now
on.

The jerking of his dick in my mouth has stopped and I suppose that the last
drops are leaving him and adding to the pool I already hold in my
mouth. After a few seconds, he pulls out his dick and says simply, "Show
me." I open my mouth wide and he inspects what he has shot into
me. Satisfied, he says, "Swallow," and I gulp it all down, showing him
afterwards that my mouth is now empty. When he says, "Clean," I do it with
my tongue, licking his dick like a cat with a kitten. When he's had enough,
he pulls his dick out unceremoniously and pulls up his undies and pants,
checks himself over and leaves without a backward glance or a word.

Ten seconds later, the door of the cubicle opens and a face peers down at
me. I've forgotten to lock the door after Roger left and a prefect is
staring at the prick I have just taken out of my trousers, intending some
self gratification.

"What are you doing, boy?" he barks out and my legs turn to jelly. I
realise that my semi-erect dick is still in my hand while I'm looking up at
him and I let it go, feeling foolish. "Well?" he says and I can't
answer. He looks at his watch and says, "It's time for lessons now. See me
after school." He takes a pad from his pocket and writes something on it,
handing it to me and then leaving.

I'm stunned. A prefect has barged into the toilet and caught me just as I
was starting to wank. I look at the bit of paper he's given me and against
the word "Subject" which is printed on it, he's written "Indecency". His
name is written at the bottom and it turns out to be Atkinson. Oh shit!
What's going to happen to me now? I put my dick away and trudge off to
class without enthusiasm.

The afternoon is educationally a waste because the whole time I'm wondering
what Atkinson is going to do to punish me. I don't know him and I haven't
really heard anything about him from anybody else. At break-time, I ask one
or two classmates if they know anything about Atkinson but nobody does and
I'm still left not knowing.

As the clock ticks relentlessly, I watch it like someone who has but a
short time to live. I tell myself not to be silly and ask myself how bad
can it be?

When 4 o'clock comes round, the class is dismissed and I know that my time
has come; I have to give myself up to the authorities. I trudge to the 6th
form common room and, taking all the courage I can muster, I knock and
wait. It's opened by Foster, one of the few 6th formers I know, and he
says, "Yes?" I tell him that I have to report to Atkinson and he says to
wait, closing the door in my face.

Seconds later, Atkinson opens the door and I'm told to follow him. I do so,
closing the door behind me, and I'm led into the inner sanctum. I count 6
boys there, lounging about on the easy chairs which have been provided for
their comfort. Then I see him! Chris. My eyes do a double-take but I'm not
mistaken, it's definitely him. All the seated boys look up at me as I pass
and my head goes down in embarrassment. Do they know why I'm here?

Atkinson marches me through to an adjoining room at the back and it
contains nothing more than a cupboard, a desk and a couple of wooden
chairs. He looks at his watch and spits out, "Bollocks!" I'm confused but
he's not saying it to me, just to himself. He goes to the door we just came
through and asks the assembled 6th formers, "Can somebody sort this boy out
for me? I've just remembered I have to see the old man at 5 in town and I
can't be late."

I hear somebody mumble and Atkinson turns to me and says, "Stand there,"
and he leaves me, closing the door behind him. I look around the room and,
apart from school notices and a lessons timetable, there's nothing else to
see. The cupboard is slightly open and there is something hanging on the
inside of the door. I look at the door to the room and try to calculate if
I can look in the cupboard before somebody comes and I figure I can. So I
take the couple of steps and open the cupboard door.

Things are pinned to the inside of the door. Knickers are arranged,
fastened with drawing pins, and I realise that these 6th formers are
collecting trophies of their conquests, the dirty buggers, and I smile to
myself. Then I spot something that freezes me with horror. My knickers are
there too! Chris has pinned my knickers, the ones he took after he fucked
me, on the door for everybody to see. Oh God, Oh God, please help me.

The door opens and Chris is standing there, looking at me. I'm caught like
a rabbit facing oncoming headlights, frozen to the spot. I open my mouth to
speak, to offer some kind of explanation but nothing comes out, not a
sound, I'm just like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and
closing. Chris closes the door and sits himself on the edge of the table,
leisurely swinging a leg back and forth.

"Well, young man, and what have you been up to?" I give him the note that
Atkinson gave to me and he glances at it. "Indecency? What HAVE you been
doing?" He's smiling but I don't see any humour in my situation. I'm
reluctant to say anything at all so he says, "Come here," and I amble over
to stand before him.

"What did Atkinson catch you doing?" I look up and I'm nearly in
tears. This 16-year-old is looking at me with sympathy, his voice is soft,
not at all what I expect from someone whose duty is to punish me. I still
can't tell him though, it's too embarrassing. I have forgotten that Chris
had been actually fucking my bum only 5 days ago so this is really of no
consequence.

He puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head up and I look into his
eyes. "What were you doing?" he asks softly.

"I was going to have a wank after I'd sucked Rog..." I begin and I realise
what I've just said. Stupidly, I think I may have got away with it but he
looks at me with a smile on his lips.

"Who's Roger?" he says and I blush as I tell him what I've been doing. When
I bow my head, I see that a tent has appeared in the front of his pants and
I'm sure that it wasn't there before I told him what I did. He sees me
looking at it and says, "Do you like what you see?" and I blush again,
going scarlet that he's caught me looking at it. "Do you want to touch it?"
he says softly and, after a second, I nod. "Go on then, feel it."

I hesitate, wondering if he's a prefect who's punishing me or a sex partner
who wants me to please him. I see only gentleness in his eyes and I feel
him through his pants. His cock is hard and I trace the full length and
thickness with my fingertips. When I look up again, his eyes are closed and
he's enjoying the stimulation my fingers provide. I'm getting aroused too
and my dick is becoming stiffer as I feel the cock in Chris' pants.

"Do you want to see it again?" he says quietly and I nod. He undoes his
pants and drops them, along with his undies, to his ankles. I look down to
see his cock and recognise the long foreskin that I had admired last
Saturday. Even though he is completely erect, more than an inch of foreskin
hangs over the end of the knob, covering it. My fingers play with his
foreskin, feeling it's softness, it's silkiness. My other hand feels the
firmness of his shaft, the jerking of it caused by his heartbeat. But I'm
in awe of that foreskin; I can't tear my eyes away.

He gets off the table he's sitting on and stands there before me. "Perhaps
you should kneel down to get a better look," and I blush once more, knowing
that he's aware of my unhealthy interest in his cock. I kneel before him
and continue the exploration of his cock, the cock that gave me so much
pleasure last Saturday as it shot white hot spunk into my rectum. His balls
are larger than mine, of course, and he has more hair than me. My hands and
fingers are busy as I feel him up, running my fingers the length of his
cock and weighing his balls in my hand, feeling his coarse pubic hair and
spreading the pre-cum that he's producing over the knob of his cock when
I've pulled back that wonderful foreskin. I taste the finger with the
pre-cum on it and he sees me do it.

As I'm doing this to him, he's moaning and I look up to see the pleasure
I'm bringing him reflected in his face, and I'm so proud. I want to please
him and I'm prepared to do anything he asks in order to further his
pleasure. He sees me looking expectantly at him and he knows what I want
but I daren't ask for it. Then he says it, what I've been waiting to hear.

"Go on, sweety, suck it." A thought flashes through my head as I move
forward to taste his cock. 'He called me sweety, just like Uncle Fred
does,' and for some reason, it makes me feel happy. I pull his foreskin all
the way back whilst he's in my mouth because it's a new experience and I
thrill at the sensation. I'm unwrapping a cock INSIDE my mouth and it feels
weird but not in a bad way. My tongue is gathering the increasing amount of
pre-cum as it flows from him and I'm enjoying the salty taste of the slimy
substance.

He's stroking my hair now and I move my hands behind him to feel his
bum-cheeks, and the muscular buttocks are flexing in time with my oral
ministrations. He's tensing and relaxing as my mouth worships his sex, and
his hands move to caress my face and forehead. His hands feel so good on me
and he's so gentle that I want to kiss him but of course I can't.

My sucking mouth is having the desired effect on him and I know he's about
to blow any second. He groans and I hold his buttocks tight, waiting for
the first blast of his sperm. He pushes all the way into me and I gag on
his cock. When he realises that he's gone too far, he pulls back
immediately so his knob is just inside my lips. The first spurt hits the
roof of my mouth and begins to fall onto my tongue just as the second spurt
is delivered into my waiting mouth. There is no time to swallow as the
torrent of white hot potent spunk has begun and I can't stop it. His cock
is jerking again and again, spurting, spurting, filling me. He's panting
throughout his orgasm, making little noises as he cums. My mouth is filling
up and I'm starting to worry about what I'm going to do when it's full.

Then it stops. No more jerking of his cock, no more tensing of his buttocks
and his panting is now decreasing. His cock remains inside my mouth as he
continues to caress my face with his fingertips. He gently pulls out his
manly cock from my mouth and, without a word, I open wide so that he can
see the results of his coming. The spunk is pooled around my teeth and gums
and I have to keep my head tilted back in case I spill any down my chin.

He smiles down at me and bends to kiss my forehead and it's then that I
swallow his copious volume of spunk. I'm impressed with the amount he's
given me and, for some reasom, I compare it with what Uncle Fred feeds
me. He's abviously a real man, just like my uncle.

I take his cock into my mouth again and lick him clean, playing with my
tongue around his foreskin for much longer than is necessary for such a
simple task. He's stroking my hair again as I'm bathing his cock and I make
sure to squeeze out any remaining cum that might remain in the tube
underneath his cock. I can taste the spunk which still coats the inside of
my mouth and I find that it's not so bad.

When I've finished, I look up at him and he pulls me up to stand between
his legs. This when he surprises me by taking me in his arms and pressing
his lips to mine, trying to force his tongue between them. I open and his
tongue thrusts inside, immediately licking round everywhere and obviously
tasting his own spunk on my teeth and gums. I throw my arms around him and
kiss him back but then we hear somebody calling out from the other room and
he quickly withdraws from me, pulling his pants up hastily.

"Yes?" he shouts, continuing to see that his clothing is in order. "I'm
coming," and I smile at this. He realises what he's said and smiles at me
too.

He goes out to find it's one of the other 6th formers who needs a hand with
something and he has to leave with him. He pops his head back round the
door and whispers to me to leave when he's gone. He blows me a kiss and
then he's gone. I'm in a daze now but what I do know is that I need to wank
urgently. I have sucked down two lots of spunk and I haven't managed to
come once, thanks to Atkinson.

I check that nobody's in the common room and I leave, making my way to the
toilets to take care of business on my own account. Once there, my aching
dick is wanked until my own hot spunk shoots out and I catch it in my hand
so that I can suck it down to join the two lots already in my stomach. It
hasn't taken long because I've replayed what's happened to me today and
it's all been so arousing.

Now, what do I have to do tomorrow?

All my stories can be found here:
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