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 events
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 against 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 reason, I compare it with
what Uncle Fred feeds me. He's obviously 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?