Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2006 16:19:29 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Rural Sinners 04 by Justin Daivs (M/t, mast, anal)

The following story contains graphic scenes of sexual relations
between an older male and a younger male.  If such material offends
you, you should not read it.  It is entirely a work of fiction and in
no way is the story intended to show approval of or condone the
actions of the fictional characters.

Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age you are prohibited from
reading such material by law in most countries.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and it may not be
published in any other form, except to the web sites to which it has
been posted, without the consent of the author.

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Rural Sinners #4
By
Justin Davis


Outside the rural, one room, schoolhouse, the wind blew hard from the
first cold front of the season.  Inside, thirteen year old Bobby Ames
diligently and quietly worked on his math assignment along with the
other students.

There were a few beads of sweat on his forehead beneath the blonde
curls, for it was hard to regulate the temperature of the large wood
stove that heated the room.  Always, it seemed, during the winter
months it was either too hot or too cold in the room.

Bobby paid little attention as Mr. Jacobs, the teacher, his tall wiry
body moving silently and slowly around the room, passed among the
students handing back the homework papers.  He was sure he did well
this time.  However, he wasn't as sure that Mr. Jacobs had been
pleased with his oral reading of poetry earlier, for the man's brow
had furrowed more than just a few times as Bobby had read.

"Please stay after class so we can practice on your poetry reading,"
Mr. Jacobs said softly as he laid Bobby's homework paper, marked with
an "A," on Bobby's desk, prompting Bobby's heart to leap, for he knew
what that meant.

Later, after all the other students had gone, Bobby sat silently at
his desk while Mr. Jacobs added some more wood to the stove and then
closed the cast iron door.

"I must say that I was a little disappointed with your poetry reading
this afternoon.  You already have a great voice like your father even
at your young age.  You must learn to use it with more emotion," Mr.
Jacobs said, once he had closed the door to the wood stove.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir!  I guess I was thinking about something else,"
Bobby replied.

"Yes, I'm sure you were.  Concentration Mr. Ames!  Concentration!  You
have a difficult time with that!  Well, we must work on that again it
seems!   So, let's get started!"  Mr. Jacobs said replied.

"Please, Mr. Jacobs!  Can't you just go ahead and whip me with the
strap?  I promise I'll do better next time," Bobby pleaded.

"I'm afraid not!  Now, the sooner we get started the better," Mr.
Jacobs replied, prompting Bobby to groan softly as the man began to
unbutton the top button of his trousers.

"I don't think I can read the whole poem like that!  You know what'll
happen!  I'll get whipped anyway!"  Bobby protested.

"Well, you need to learn how to concentrate young man!  So, we're
going to try anyway!" Now get up from your desk and come here!" Mr.
Jacobs said, as he unbuttoned more of his trouser buttons.

Bobby's lip started to quiver a bit as he got up from his desk and
slowly began to undo the straps to his Bib Overalls.  He had been down
this road times before with history, math, and other subjects.  Now,
he was expected to concentrate on reading poetry under the most
extreme of sensual conditions.

Again, Bobby groaned softly when Mr. Jacobs pulled down his trousers
and the bottom to his Long Johns, revealing the huge, hardening,
uncircumcised penis whose foreskin was already almost fully retracted.
 Then, his lower lip really began to quiver as the man seated himself
upon his desk chair, opened the top right desk drawer, and pulled out
the jar of oily stuff that Bobby knew would be used to slick up the
long, thick, penis, and eventually his own.

"I really don't think I can read very long if we do it this way,"
Bobby protested again, as he stepped out of his Overalls.

"Well, we're going to try.  Now, quit whining, get naked, and get over
here!" Mr. Jacobs said sternly, as he began to slick up his hardening
cock with the oily substance from the small jar as Bobby continued to
remove his clothes.

At least a dozen times or more Bobby had sat astride the man's groin
and tried to concentrate on an assignment with the huge penis deep
inside him.  Yet, the result had always been the same and his buttocks
were always a bright red from the strap afterward.  This time, Bobby
was determined it wouldn't happen.  He would try the hardest he had
ever tried.

As he sat in his desk chair and waited, Mr. Jacobs smiled
appreciatively as Bobby removed his shirt and then stepped out of his
underwear.  For thirteen, Bobby was very sexually mature, much more so
than the other boys his age. The blonde bush of pubes and the flaccid,
uncircumcised, penis that hung between the boy's long legs were way
large for his years.

"Can't we do this some other way?" Bobby asked, as he slowly walked
toward where his teacher sat.

"You know the answer to that Mr. Ames!" Mr. Jacobs replied, prompting
Bobby to sigh softly in resignation.

As he had times before, Bobby stood for a moment facing the seated man
and stared at the huge, slick, penis.  Then, he sighed deeply, turned
his back to him, straddled his legs, slowly lowered his butt, took
hold of the huge cock with his hand, guided it toward his hole, then
bit his lower lip as he felt the huge head kiss his ass lips and begin
to part them.

"Ow!  Oh God! Ow!" Bobby exclaimed, as the huge head entered his rectum.

Then, Bobby began to whimper, and his body began to quiver slightly,
as it always did, at the initial strain of trying to insert the huge
penis into his behind.

"Come, Mr. Ames! We don't have all day!" Mr. Jacobs said, opening the
book of poetry on his desk and smiling at the fact that Bobby's penis
was already beginning to harden as it always did.

Slowly, Bobby lowered his butt some more until he had enough of the
huge tool inside his butt so that he didn't need to guide the thing
with his hand and he let go of it.   Of course, as it had times before
Bobby's rectum initially tried to repel the intrusion of anymore of
his teacher's huge tool and his legs quivered a bit as he sat
motionless trying let his butt adjust to the invasion.

"You seem to be having trouble today," Mr. Jacobs commented.

"It's just so big!" Bobby whimpered, shaking his head from side to side.

"You need me to help you this time?" Mr. Jacobs asked.

"No!  Don't help me!" Bobby hollered out in a panicked voice, and
immediately began to lower his butt with more force onto the long,
thick, stalk, for there was no way he wanted Mr. Jacobs to grab hold
of his hips and rapidly push him down upon the thing again.

"Well, now that we have that done!" Mr. Jacobs commented, as Bobby was
seated on his groin.  "If you will, please begin to read," Mr. Jacob's
said to a panting Bobby, who was once again seated upon his pubes, his
legs astride his teacher's thighs and feeling so full of cock that he
thought his insides would burst.

"The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe," Bobby announced, his voice quivering,
then he paused as Mr. Jacobs reached for the jar and dipped his
fingers into the oily substance.

"Oh please, Mr. Jacobs!  Don't use that stuff!  It drives me crazy!"
Bobby pleaded.

"Please continue to read, Bobby!" Mr. Jacobs replied, making sure that
he had an ample amount of the oily stuff to slick up Bobby's now hard
penis.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
Over a many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore---Oh God!
Unnngggghh!" Bobby exclaimed, as Mr. Jacobs began to apply the oily
substance to his penis, concentrating mainly on the head.

"Please, no adlibbing, Mr. Ames! Just the actual words Mr. Poe wrote,
if you will! Begin again, please!"  Mr. Jacobs said, prompting a groan
from Bobby, both at the fact that he had to start over and at the
gooey feelings that were already beginning to mount as Mr. Jacobs
continued to apply the oily goo to the head and shaft of his penis.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
Over a many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
as of someone gently rapping, rapping, at my chamber
door----Ohhhhhhhhh---Nooooooo---Unnnnnnnggggh!" Bobby exclaimed, as
Mr. Jacobs began to twirl his fingers over the head of his penis,
while at the same time slowly beginning to thrust his hips, causing
his huge cock to begin to slide back and forth inside Bobby's rectum.

Of course, that meant that not only was Bobby's penis being highly
stimulated but that the huge tool sliding back and forth inside him
was also stimulating his young and sensitive prostate. As a result,
Bobby's penis gushed a huge blob of pre-cum from its piss slit.

"Mr. Ames!  You simply must not adlib!" Mr. Jacobs admonished.  "Now,
begin again and try to concentrate on the poem and not on your penis,"
Mr. Jacobs said, as he began to smear the blob of pre-cum all over the
head of Bobby's dick.

Of course, the response from Bobby was immediate and he emitted a loud
gasp, and his whole body shuddered from the tingly shock waves that
radiated clear down to his toes and made them curl.  Yet, he was
determined to concentrate with all his might, in spite of the fact
that the fucking of his butt and the attention to the head of his
penis were making the gooey feelings intensify with each passing
second.  So, he began reading the poem again as instructed, determined
to win the battle this time.

As Bobby continued to read, his voice began to quiver and occasionally
crack.  And, as he did so, it didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Jacobs that
Bobby's hard peter was not only leaking pre-cum profusely but that the
lad's usually low-hanging balls were beginning to draw up to the
extent that it looked like they were trying to crawl inside him.  Not
only that, but the teen's foreskin was retracted to such an extent
that it gave the appearance that he was circumcised.  Naturally, this
allowed Mr. Jacobs to give "special attention" with his fingers to the
super-sensitive head of Bobby's penis as he read.

Fortunately, for Bobby, Mr. Jacobs was willing to overlook the gasps
and the occasional cracking of his voice as Bobby continued to read
the poem.  Yet, as the man's fingers twirled themselves upon the head
of Bobby's penis, and the man's huge cock slid back and forth in his
butt, the waves of pleasure just kept getting stronger and stronger.

Yet, somehow, Bobby continued reading, concentrating with all his
might upon the poem.  Even Mr. Jacobs was surprised that the lad was
able to read as much of the poem as he had so far without cumming.
But, Mr. Jacobs knew there was no way Bobby would ever make it to the
end of the poem.

Sure enough, a little over half-way through the poem, with all ten
nine inches of Mr. Jacob's cock fucking him, and the feelings
intensifying in his penis more and more, beads of sweat began to form
on Bobby's forehead and his voice began to get higher and higher in
pitch as he read.

Soon, his body began to quiver from the strain of trying keep from
cumming and an air of desperation crept into his voice.  Somewhere in
the back of his mind, something began to tell Bobby that it was
hopeless.  He must cum!  He just had to!  It would mean he would be
whipped with the leather strap but it would be worth it.  Then,
something else took hold of Bobby completely, and though he continued
to read he involuntarily began to rock his hips rapidly back and
forth, riding his teacher's huge pole as if it were a bucking bronco.

"Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard a tapping, something louder than
Befoooorrrrrrreeeee---Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Bobby cried out in a crescendo,
and a rope of cum shot from his piss slit with such intensity that it
flew completely over Mr. Jacob's desk and half way across the empty
classroom, prompting Mr. Jacobs to immediately stop his ministrations
to Bobby's penis and remove his hand.

Two more equally as intense followed the first rope of cum, as Bobby's
penis quaked and twitched.  Then, as it continued to jerk and twitch,
there were spurts of sperm that splattered all over the poetry book
and the top of Mr. Jacob's desk.  However, Mr. Jacobs didn't care, he
was moaning loudly and spewing his load deep into Bobby's insides as
Bobby's anal spasms milked his cock.

Later, as he walked home, his butt cheeks smarting from the blows of
the leather strap and his dilated hole leaking sperm, Bobby wiped the
tears from his cheeks and wondered if he ever would be able to make it
through an entire week without having to stay after school and try to
concentrate on a lesson.

As for Mr. Jacobs, well, he added more wood to the stove and seated
himself at his desk to grade some papers, smiling at how much like his
father, who was the local minister, Bobby was.  In fact, Jason,
Bobby's father, was still the best cock sucker Mr. Jacobs had ever had
and the two of them got together at least twice a month to suck and
fuck.  Some how, Mr. Jacobs knew that Bobby, with a little
instruction, would probably turn out to be just as good as his father.

The End