Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2003 19:09:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hanover Physt <handover_physt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Toby -- continuing education part 3 (Mb - inst, oral)

This is a work of pure fiction, nothing else. It contains scenes of sexual
acts between an adult male and a minor child. If this isn't your cup of tea
then what the hell are you doing here? If this type of literature is
illegal in your neck of the woods then you take your own risks at your own
liability in continuing to read. All characters are figments of my
imagination and have no relationship to anyone leaving or dead. None of
this ever happened, at least to my knowledge it hasn't. By writing this I
do not condone such behavior between an adult and a minor child, nor do I
suggest that such activities should happen. I write this to share my
imagination and dreams with you.

The author (me) retains the copyright for this story.  Placing this story
on a commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of
that copyright. I expect and accept that it may be printed for personal use
only.

If you like this story then please let me know.  If you don't. well let me
know why.  FLAMES WILL BE IGNORED! So don't waste my time or yours.
Constructive criticism is always welcome and will be read with an open
mind. Comments and suggestions are ALWAYS welcome as well.
Email me at: Handover_Physt@yahoo.com

The story of Toby, while not my first attempt at writing, is my first story
at nifty. I sent it in with mixed feelings of how it would be accepted. I
don't fancy myself some literary genius, just some one with a story to
tell.  I thank you my readers and friends for supporting me in this
endeavor and encouraging me to write more as well as suggestions of what
you would like to see.  Thank You!

Toby I dedicate to a very dear friend of mine, Crowboi!  Thanks for being
there, my friend!

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                           Continuing Education

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Palmer awoke to the annoying buzz of his alarm clock. He fumbled over his
head for the button to stop it, hitting everything he could reach until at
last the cursed noise was silenced. Toby was still sound asleep in his
arms; his head nestled into his chest. Palmer leaned down and kissed his
son to wake him. "Time to get up for school tiger," he said gently.

Toby woke up with the speed that only a child can. From sound asleep to
wide awake in a heartbeat. "Morning daddy."  He leaned up and returned his
fathers kiss, pressing his tongue against his fathers closed lips.

Palmer pulled back smiling down at his son, "We don't have time for that
now, tiger. I need to get ready for work and you need to get ready for
school."  Palmer caught the scent coming off his son's body, the scent of
dried saliva and pre cum. The smell went right to his groin, his morning
wood bouncing with eagerness. "I think you better hope into the shower with
me. We can't have you going to school smelling like you lived in a
brothel."

Toby jumped out of the bed, ready to take a shower with his dad, the shower
that was denied him the previous night. As he headed for the bathroom he
called back over his shoulder, "What's a brothel daddy?"

"A brothel is.." Palmer hesitated, how do you explain a brothel to a five
year old? He always thought that an honest question deserved an honest
answer. He had never lied to Toby and he didn't intend to start now.  "A
brothel is a place where someone goes and pays to have sex with another
person."

"What's sex?" Toby quipped innocently.

"Well umm.. Well Toby, sex is kind of like what we did last night," Palmer
answered nervously. He was beginning to have mixed feelings about the
wisdom of a truthful answer. Perhaps he should have skirted the question,
he thought. But that was to late now. Hopefully that would be enough to
contain his curiosity, but that was not to be.

"You mean people pay to get their bums licked? Or do they pay to lick
someone's bums?" Toby asked.

Palmer was getting even more uncomfortable with the line of questions, yet
unwilling to leave them unanswered. "Well Toby that is only one kind of
sex. There are many different ways for people to have sex. And before you
ask," He held up a hand to forestall any more questions, "we don't have
time to go into that now. We can talk more about that later."

Palmer walked behind his son, who just finished his morning pee, and placed
his hands on Toby's shoulders to gently turn him around and face him, his
piss-hard cock at eyeball level to his son. Toby stared at it until his
daddy started to talk, and then craned his neck up to see his daddy's face.
"Toby, what we did last night. well... ah. well not everyone likes it. And
many would say a boy your age should never do it at all. I don't think they
are right. In fact, after last night, I know they aren't right. What we did
last night was enjoyable, for both of us and not wrong or harmful. It was
something special. But some people won't see it that way and."

".you don't want me to tell anyone, huh," Toby finished for his father.

Palmer smiled at his son. That went easier then he had thought it would.
"That's right, tiger.  It will be just our little secret. As long as it is
just between us we can do it again sometime if you like and no one need
ever know." Palmer got down on one knee before his son and took both of
Toby's small hands in his. He looked his boy in the eyes. "I love you Toby!
I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that don't you?"

"I know that daddy." Toby flung himself into a tight embrace of his daddy,
hugging him fiercely.  "I love you too, daddy."

Palmer returned the embrace with equal feeling. His already hard dick
started to pulse and throb from the warm contact of his son's naked body.
Toby broke the embrace and Palmer held onto his arms again to keep him from
leaving. "Toby, sex between people who love each other is never wrong, and
is truly special, but with out love it is just sex. It may feel good but
that's all."  Palmer released his son as he stood back up, his throbbing
cock once more in his boys face, the mushroom head purple and swollen. "Now
hop in the shower while I try to pee."

Toby reached out and wrapped his little hand around his daddy's cock, "I
think it's to stiff to pee now, daddy." He tried to pull the head down and
managed to pull it only so far before His daddy had to stop him. The helmet
head was aimed right at him the pee slit glistening. Toby leaned forward
and kissed the wet swollen head of the cock, getting the pre cum on his
lips. Palmer's cock reacted all on it's own as it bounced out of Toby's
hand to smack off his belly then bounced back to whack Toby on the nose,
leaving a small dollop of seminal fluid on his cute button nose. Toby
giggled as he tried to look at the wet spot on the tip of his nose. Finally
he took a finger and wiped it off, then stuck his finger in his mouth to
taste it. Palmer's cock stood up straight and firm as a large drizzle of
pre cum was oozed down the side, pumped out by the action of his young boy.
Toby licked his lips, tasting the saltiness of his daddy's lubricant. "Was
that pee on your pee-pee daddy?"

Palmer was in a state of euphoria bordering on the catatonic. He gulped,
"No Toby. That was not pee. That was daddy's pre cum." He paused and looked
down at his son. Then, without thinking asked, "Did you like it?"

Toby scrunched up his face, licked his lips again swished the taste around
in his mouth then swallowed. Without warning, Toby reached out and grabbed
his daddy's cock once more. He pulled it down to his face and licked the
head like a popsicle, scooping up all the pre cum with his tongue. Palmer
moaned a deep base sound from the very pit of his soul. Toby savored the
taste again before pronouncing, "Slimy and a little salty, but ok" He
smiled up to his father. Toby had still not let go of Palmer's engorged
cock as he sampled the taste of his fathers pre cum. Toby pulled on the
cock, trying to bring his daddy closer. More juice oozed out, milked by
Toby's delicate fingers.  Toby giggled as his daddy moaned again.

Suddenly Palmer felt the warm mouth of his son try to fit his leaking cock
head into his little mouth, his small hand trying to stroke more of the pre
cum out. Palmer thrust his head back and moaned loudly, pushing his pelvis
forward. "Oh TOBY! Your hot mouth feels so good on daddy's cock." Palmer
tried to force more into his boy's mouth, getting almost another inch in
before his son started to gag. With a Herculean effort of sheer willpower,
Palmer pulled out of his son's mouth and away from his questing fingers.
"Not now, tiger," he panted. "Daddy really has to pee and I want to be able
to enjoy your mouth on my cock without having to pee so badly. Besides, now
I have to wait for it to go down so I can pee in the toilet and not on the
wall.

 "Pee in the shower daddy. It's easier." Toby grinned. "I do" Toby smiled
impishly.  He did not seem to be bothered by his near choking on his
daddy's huge dick, nor by his daddy suddenly stopping. He believed his
daddy when he said they would to this later when he didn't have to pee.

Palmer laughed at his son's suggestion and turned around to get the shower
going. "That's a good idea, tiger. Why don't I step in first and let loose,
then you can come in with me when I'm done." Palmer stepped into the
shower, which was thankfully still cold, the hot water not yet there.
Before he could pull the sliding glass door closed, Toby stepped inside
with him.

"I wanna see you pee with a stiffy." Toby moved around in front of his
daddy, standing just under the stream of water from the shower, which was
just beginning to get warm. His own penis was stiff and jutting out
straight before him.

"Well alright tiger, but if you stand there you're going to get hit by some
of it."

"That's ok daddy, I'm in the shower and you can wash me after you pee."

Palmer just shrugged, "Ok, here goes." It took him a moment to relax before
the pee would come out; he had been holding it back for so long. A couple
short trickles came out then a blast of hot piss burst forth and hit Toby
square in the chest. Toby laughed as the piss hit him. Palmer tried to
direct the flow to cover his son, who seemed to be luxuriating in the
stream. He could see it splashing on Toby's face. The boy's mouth was
partially open in his glee. Palmer adjusted the flow upward and caught Toby
full blast in the mouth with his morning piss.  Toby opened his mouth
wider, closing his eyes at the same time.  Palmer could see his son
swallowing his piss. the sight turned him on immensely. "If you really want
to taste it put your mouth right on my penis and you can drink from the
source."

Toby didn't hesitate even a split second with an invitation like that. His
mouth was around the head of his daddy's cock before Palmer could even cut
off the flow to save it for his thirsty son.  Once again he let the piss
stream out from his cock. The flow was not as forceful now, the initial
urgency having been abated, and Toby was able to swallow most of it with
only a little leaking out of his hard sucking mouth and running down his
chin. At last Palmer reached the bottom of the barrel, clenching his cheeks
to try and pump the last few drops out for his son.

The piss had stopped flowing yet Toby had not stopped sucking on his
daddy's dick. When his daddy pumped out the last few drops Toby got the
notion to start bobbing his head and suck harder with each pull. His
daddy's dick did not get softer like it normally did after his morning pee;
instead it felt harder in his mouth. Toby stretched his jaw open as wide as
he could and went as low on his daddy as he could. He got nearly three
inches of his daddy's fat cock into his mouth before he had to pull off. He
tried to pull all the way off but his daddy's hands held his head firmly on
the throbbing piece of man meat. "Keep..  Sucking.. Toby.." his daddy
panted out.

Palmer began to rock his hips back and forth, slowly feeding his cock into
Toby's mouth, meeting each of Toby's bobs with a thrust of his own. He
could feel his sons small tongue licking at the underside of his cock head
as if he had known all along exactly what to do. He started taking longer
strokes, pulling his head almost out of his son's mouth, letting the
sensitive gland rub against Toby's pursed lips. His hands held on to his
sons head firmly, his hips rocking faster, back and forth, in and out. His
cock was sliding in and hitting the back of his boy's mouth. With each
thrust Palmer grunted. He was fucking Toby's face real good now and could
not stop if he wanted to.

Toby had wrapped both hands around the base of his daddy's cock, both to
hold onto it and to prevent too much from going into his mouth. His hands
were right against his lips and his daddy had to pull his cock thru his
hands and in and out of his mouth.  His Jaw was starting to hurt, but he
didn't want to disappoint his daddy who was obviously having such a good
time. He sucked the cock in his mouth harder, trying to stick his tongue in
to the slit were his daddy's pee came from.

"That's right.. Toby.... keep.. sucking... I'm..almost.... there." Palmer
grunted with each thrust. "Here..it comes... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" Palmer flooded Toby's hot sucking
mouth with a large load of his hot spunk. He held his boy on his cock as he
pumped out it's volume of cum until Toby started to choke, unable to
swallow if fast enough. Palmer let go of Toby's head and let his spamming
cock fall out. One last pulse from his cock sent the final sticky rope of
cum flying to hit Toby on the face.

Palmer nearly collapsed against the side of the shower wall, totally
exhausted from intense ordeal. Toby was grinning from ear to ear, globs of
cum hanging from the sides of his mouth, another from his nose. But the
sight of his daddy, slumped against the wall, caused the little boy to
panic, "DADDY?? DADDY?? You K daddy?

Toby started forward but Palmer held up a hand to stop him. "I'm ok tiger,
just a little drained." Palmer slid to his knees in front of his son. "That
was so incredible Toby. I don't think I've ever had such a good blow job in
my life. And you swallowed it all. You did so wonderful.  I love you so
much Toby."

Palmer folded Toby into his arms as he kissed his son, his lover, deeply
and with great passion. He could taste his own cum in his sons mouth. He
pushed his tongue into his boy's mouth to lick up all the dregs of his load
that still lingered in Toby's mouth. Having tasted every last drop inside
his mouth, Palmer licked his cum off of
Toby's nose. He ran his tongue down over his sons chin and too his neck,
nibbling gently to the side. Palmer continued trailing his tongue down the
boys flesh, stopping at each nipple to bite them softly until the stood out
erect. Down across the belly and to the base of Toby's little dick, then
around the side and under the balls sucking them both into his mouth. Toby
giggled, but Palmer didn't stop. Opening wide he swallowed his son's little
cocklet into his mouth, doing for his son what Toby had just done for him.
His hands grabbed both of Toby's ass cheeks as his fingers dug into the
clef between them. Palmer was stroking his sons cock with his tongue,
sucking hard and bobbing ever so slightly on the one and a half inch little
chubby.

Toby's hands rested on top of his daddy's head, his feet spread apart. His
daddy sucked on him for nearly a minute, each second causing his body to
tense up more and more. His legs getting weaker, just like his daddy's did.
Toby let out a piercing shriek as the dry orgasm overtook him, sending
bolts of intense pleasure through out his small frame.

When Toby could stand on his own again, Palmer released the small prick
that had dwindled down to almost nothing. "A true lover always returns the
favor" he winked as he stood up. "Now lets get washed up, or we will both
be late.

Palmer quickly soaped up Toby and rinsed all of his piss off of him,
sniffing at him to make sure there was no smell. He then let Toby out to
dry off as he finished his own shower.



Twenty minutes later both were down in the kitchen, dressed and eating
their breakfast. Thankfully the timer on the coffee maker was set. Palmer
was greeted to the fresh scent of coffee as he walked into the kitchen. He
poured a couple bowls of cereal and a glass of juice for Toby. Coffee in
hand he went out to get the paper, coming back inside just as Toby sat
down. There fun in the shower hadn't really taken that much time and he
needed to relax some before going in to work, especially now. He read over
the headlines and some of the financial section before putting the paper
down. He looked at his watch, now they were late. He tossed back the last
of his coffee.

"Finish up sport, it's time to go." Mr. Stenton said.

Toby was all done and waiting to go, eager for another day at school. He
hopped down and headed for the garage, a definite spring to his step.
Inside he climbed on to the back of his dad's bike. It was still warm
enough to take the Harley, at least for a couple more weeks, after that
they would have to take the truck.  Palmer wheeled it out and closed the
door before hoping on. There was no time for the extended ride as Palmer
liked to do. Today he went right to the school dropped his son off with a
kiss and headed out.



Toby headed inside to the cafeteria, but before he got there the bell rang
for class. He was later then he had thought.  He met Reece on his way down
the hall to his class.

"Did ya ask yer dad yet? Can ya come sleep over t'night?" Reece asked.

Toby was thinking about other things and Reece had to ask him again, after
giving Toby a nudge, "wake up sleepy head. Well, did ya ask?"

"Yeah I asked.  Your mommy needs to call him and tell my daddy it's ok,
before I can come over."

"ALL RIGHT!" Reece yelled, and received stern looks from several teachers
in the hall that were shepherding students into their rooms.

The boys passed into their class along with the rest. Mr. Weinrich was at
the door waving each child thru. Both boys smiled at the teacher as they
passed, and were rewarded with a smile in return. They immediately joined
the rest of the children in the play area at the back of the room, as was
customary at the start of each school day. All the toys and games were
designed to be educational in some way or other, from teaching colors and
shapes to numbers and letters to simple hand-eye co-ordination skills. But
all of the toys and games were fun for the children to just play and have
fun with.

Play time lasted for a good half our after the last child arrived and the
teacher had closed the door. Mr. Weinrich called the kids back to their
seats. There were four short tables in the room each with 6 small chairs
around them. Into these the children quickly sorted themselves. Tables had
been assigned the first day with only a few changes made during that first
week. By now all the boys and girls knew where they were to sit. Toby and
Reece sat at different tables, but neither of them minded, they accepted
that they could play together after school on just about any day. Today
Toby sat next to Rami with Kathy on his other side.

Mr. Weinrich sat behind his desk in his big overstuffed chair on wheels. It
was his personal chair that he had brought in from home. He had claimed
that the one provided by the school was just too uncomfortable and caused
back aches. His chair, on the other hand, was soft and comfortable, and had
amble room for his usual guest. It was time to choose today's guest. Mr.
Weinrich looked around the room at all the expectant faces, and the few
that held a little trepidation at the aspect of being chosen again, these
he easily glanced over. It would be sometime before those who didn't
welcome his touch were called again, and then they would just sit on his
lap and nothing more.  At last he settled on his choice for the day.

"Reece, would you like to come and sit with me today."

Reece smiled broadly as he got up from his seat. He had clearly heard the
`today' and not just `this morning'. He was looking forward to a fun day.
He climbed up unto Mr. Weinrich's lap and settled himself in, his legs
thrown out over each of the man's larger legs. Reece could feel the teacher
begin to swell as the man wrapped one arm around him to hold him in place.

Class started with a time of show-n-tell for the kids. This was done every
Friday so that the children knew which day they could bring things in. Toby
had forgotten or he would have brought his motorcycle helmet in with him.
Rami showed of his dad's stethoscope, Billy his Pokemon cards, Hailey her
latest Barbie doll, and so the list went on. When all the children were
given a chance to share, Mr. Weinrich announced that it was time for
reading. He gave Reece a good but subtle thrust with his hips before
helping the boy down off his lap. "Would you pass out the reading books
please, Reece?" he asked.

Reece was startled and wasn't sure what to do. His little boy stiffy was
sticking out in his sweat pants for all to see. Mr. Weinrich just smiled
and ushered him over to the shelves at the side of the room. Reece walked
slowly, his face turning bright red as Mr. Weinrich went to the board and
started writing a few words. The boy grabbed the pile of books and held
them low as he went about the class, handing the books out to each of his
classmates. The first one to notice his problem was a girl from his table.
She pointed and started to giggle, and soon all the kids knew and were
pointing and giggling as well.

Mr. Weinrich turned around quickly and looked sternly at the children. "I
see no reason for you to be teasing Mr. Webber as he passes out your books.
I am QUITE SURE I could find something embarrassing about each one of you
to share with the rest of the class. Now stop being mean and turn to page
10." He had known all along that Reece had had a boner in his pants; he
just wanted to see the boy's reaction, as well as displaying to the other
boys what Reece was in store for.

Mr. Weinrich sat down in his chair just as Reece finished passing out the
books.  The boy wasn't as red now, nor did he have that little problem in
his pants anymore. Reece climbed into the teachers lap and looked at Mr.
Weinrich's copy of the book that they were reading. It had a lot of small
print and highlights and little scribbles all over, as well as the same
story and pictures that the student books had, only smaller. Mr. Weinrich
slid one hand right into Reece's pants, the elastic of his sweat pants
giving him amble leeway. He slowly stroked the boy's cocklet back to life
as Reece held the book up for him.

The morning went by with reading followed by letters and numbers and then
more playtime.  Mr. Weinrich gave Reece ample time to let his boy dick go
soft before making him get up again. He didn't need to embarrass the boy
again, after all he wanted Reece to enjoy the attention, not be afraid of
it. Reece, just like the other "teacher's pet of the day", followed him
around the room through all the activities, except playtime.

Come lunch time, he asked Reece to stay and eat with him. Reece had hoped
for this and happily agreed. Toby frowned. Toby had hopped to have lunch
again with Mr. Weinrich, but his teacher had other plans. Sadly Toby went
to the cafeteria with the other students for his lunch.  All through his
sandwich and the 20 minute recess Toby could only think of what Mr.
Weinrich and Reece must be doing. He couldn't help but wonder of Reece
liked it as much as he did. One thing for sure, he was going to ask Reece
about it tonight when he was staying over his house.

At last the bell rang and Toby bolted for the door and ran down the hallway
to his class. He flung open the door and barged in. Both Reece and Mr.
Weinrich were caught by surprise. Reece was just pulling down his shirt,
his back to the door and Mr. Weinrich had just put his belt back through
the first belt loop on his pants. Toby grinned. He knew it; he knew what
they had been doing.  Mr. Weinrich's expression of shock and surprise
quickly vanished into a smile of excitement. Reece turned around, and wiped
his eyes with the back of his hand.

Toby was about to burst out he knew what they did when he saw his friend's
wet face. Could he have been mistaken? Had Reece been punished instead? He
had obviously been crying there were streaks still on his face.  Toby just
stood there in the door way looking from the smiling teacher to the tearful
friend, and back again. Mr. Weinrich turned to Reece, and upon seeing his
face sent him to the bathroom to wash up.

All the kindergarten classes had a bathroom in the back of the room. Over
the years it had saved many a child from the embarrassment of not being
able to make it to the regular children's bathroom down the hall, although
some still failed to realize the urge in time, especially while playing. It
had a toilet and a sink and was large enough for a teacher to help the
child if necessary. Reece hurried into the bathroom and closed the door
just as the first wave of kids got back to the class room.

By the time Mr. Weinrich was ready to start the class, Reece was back with
his face washed and no sign that he may have been crying. He even had a
happy smile on his face once again. The teacher sat down in his oversized
chair and picked Reece up onto his lap. Toby saw Reece wince and bite his
lip then squirm a bit before settling down and relaxing on the teachers
lap. He sat across one leg with both of his legs between the teachers.

After a brief lesson it was story time, and Mr. Weinrich gathered all the
children to the back of the room where the toys and a stack of small
pillows were. Reece had the honor of pushing the teacher's large chair over
to the already formed semi- circle of children.  Soon he was seated back on
the teachers lap as Mr. Weinrich began to read.

Half way thru the story, Reece felt a gurgling in his tummy, "'scuse me, Mr
Weinrich? I need to go potty, real bad." Reece was holding his tummy as
another loud gurgle ran through his gut for all to hear.  There was a
chorus of giggles and scrunched up faces.

Mr. Weinrich put the book aside and helped Reece down. "Hurry up to the
bathroom, Reece."

Reece headed for the bathroom at a brisk walk. Almost to the door another
rumble hits followed by very wet sounding gas. Reece stopped and stood
there before the door, his shoulders began to shake and Mr. Weinrich could
hear soft whimpers coming from the boy.

"Is something wrong, Reece?" asked a concerned Mr. Weinrich.

"I . I. I had a. a accident," Reece whimpered. His small shoulders began to
heave as the poor boy started to cry in earnest.  This time none of the
children laughed. They had all had their share of potty accidents; it was
like some unspoken rule amongst the little children that accidents are the
one thing you don't make fun of. Of course there were always one or two
bully types that always had to make fun of the hapless victim. Thankfully
none of those vile children were in Mr. Weinrich's class

The teacher immediately got up. "Children you can all go play for a while,
but no loud playing. I have to go help Reece and we will be right back." He
took Reece by the shoulders and helped the by waddle, more then walk into
the bathroom.

"You're ok now Reece. I'll take care of everything."  In the one cabinet
above the sink Mr. Weinrich pulled out a pair of underoos about the size he
thought Reece wore. The cabinet had several pair of different styles,
including little girl panties. He was half tempted to give Reece one of
those to wear, but decided the boy had had enough torment for one day.
"Kick of your shoes and I'll help you of with your pants and underwear," he
told Reece.

Whimpering still, Reece obeyed. He let Mr. Weinrich pull off his pants then
carefully pull his underwear away from his butt and slide them done his
legs, carefully avoiding getting anymore of the mess on him.

Mr. Weinrich looked into the soiled underwear. It was just as he thought.
The boy should have gone to the toilet after lunch and not just gone in
here to wash his face. "Ok Reece, while I rinse out your underwear I want
you to push out the rest of the juice I but in your bum at lunch," he said
softly.  Once the boy was done with several more loud and wet farts, he
helped the boy wipe up using the rinsed out and now wet underwear to wash
Reese's butt.  He washed them out again as Reece got dressed, the red
superman undies looking especially nice on him.

He hugged the boy tightly to him. "There now, all taken care of and no need
to cry any more." He then wiped away the last of the tears, "That's a big
boy. No more tears." He bent low and whispered into Reece's ear. "Next time
remember to go to the bathroom immediately afterwards and push everything
out so you won't have to go through this again." He kissed the boy on the
cheek then opened the door to let them both out.

Toby heard the door open and raced over to his friend to give him a big hug
"You K?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm K now, Toby! Thanks" He gave his friend a hug back as Mr.
Weinrich looked on with a grin.

Mr. Weinrich was already making plans for Toby's deflowering. He just knew
that the boy would be hot. He would insist that Toby pushed out all of his
cum before the class returned too. This boy was just too special to
embarrass that way. Reece on the other hand had been real easy. The boy had
taken his two fingers easily and had actually ASKED for him to put his cock
in to his ass. It had slipped in nicely, the boy only crying a little. Mr.
Weinrich was certain that Toby, being just a little smaller, would be even
tighter.

His mental woolgathering was given him an erection and he couldn't afford
that, not for ALL the kids to see. Quickly he walked behind Reece and
picked the boy up as he turned to sit down. He placed the boy across his
tenting cock to hide it from view of the rest.  Seated, and with his
predicament safely hidden from view beneath his students gorgeous little
buns, he finished the story.

The day progressed with other activities until at last the final bell rang
and he helped the students out the door and onto their appropriate bus.
Before Reece had left, he had tucked the boy's still damp undies indo his
small pack.



On the bus, Toby and Reece sat together. "What happened to you at lunch?"
Toby asked his friend.

"Nuff'n! Reece replied quickly.

"Aww come on Reece, sumt'ing happened. What did Mr. Weinrich to with you?
Why was you crying when I came in from lunch?"

"Nuff'n happen'd I said.  I don't wanna talk `bout it."   Reece pouted and
turned away from his friend.

"But Reece, I just wanna know if." Toby stared.

Reece turned back to his friend a stern look on his brow. "Toby we can't
talk `bouts it. `member? Not even to our bestest friend."

Some how Reece was certain that Toby know that he and Mr. Weinrich had done
sex stuff. He was equally certain that Toby and the teacher had done stuff
as well the previous day, and Mr. Weinrich had the same "don't tell anyone"
talk with him too. He so wanted to talk to Toby, to someone, about it, but
was too afraid to say a word.  Mr. Weinrich told him how much trouble they
would both get in if he said anything, and that is what confused him. His
parents had said that only they would get in trouble. But they had also
said that he and his brother would be taken away and made to feel bad. He
didn't know what to think. He wasn't sure who he could talk to, if anyone.
Reece and Toby sat in silence the rest of the way home.

Reece's house was first on the street. As he got up he asked Toby, "Ya
still wanna sleep over t'night?"

"Uh huh, but yer mommy needs to call my daddy, when he gets home. K?"

"K?  See ya Toby." Reece exited the bus and walked slowly up the drive.

A few moments later, Toby was walking up his own driveway. He had a lot on
his little mind and a couple hours of time by himself with nothing to do
but think. He wasn't aware of how much more his friend had to think about.