Speed of Life
by William Richard Large

 

Episode 3: James to the Rescue

James had been avoiding me ever since that strange science lesson that had me fuck him up the arse. I tried to catch his eye and sometimes I did, but he always managed to scurry away, so he would have to look at me or talk to me. He seemed alright after I had fucked him, and I know I was teased for a short time but to stop it all I had to do was suggest that I fuck them, so they knew what it felt like. But I had no idea how James was taking it or if he was being teased. Being quiet and shy I thought he may be teased but I certainly never heard.

In science, James always sat as far away from me as he could. This lesson was no different.

I had become tired of trying to make an effort with James and so just ignored him. I would try and say hello when we left.

Today I was just staring into space, my eyes facing the whiteboard but not focused and the sound of Mr Bale droning on was muffled in my ears.

The blurred black lines on the board began to swirl, my eyes drifted trying to follow the patterns it was creating.

Suddenly the lines collapsed and merged into one spot in the centre of the board, like literally being swallowed by a black hole.

The black spot throbbed, getting larger with each pulse.

Then it exploded!

Black lines radiated from the centre and began to orbit the dot. They congealed and began to take on a form.

Soon, a pin-sharp line drawing of James’ face was staring at me. It began to speak.

“I want you!” The voice sounded like James.

“I want you!” It repeated.

A loud slap shocked me back to my senses as Mr Bale slapped his rather large ruler onto my desk.

“I want you to pay attention, Mr Large!” He was stern and annoyed.

I had not listened to a word he had said all lesson and his quick-fire questions to me proved it.

“You will not get away with sleeping or daydreaming through my class. I want to see you tomorrow morning before registration. And I expect you to know all the answers to my questions.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said sheepishly.

He walked away from me.

“I’ll need help, Sir.”

He turned and glared. “Not from me, you won’t. I expect you will have to persuade one of this lot,” he waved his arm in front of the class, “to give up their valuable spare time and help you.”

“Not a chance!” I heard a voice behind me.

“Nor me!” This was quickly becoming a chorus of my fellow classmates refusing to help me.

“Bastards,” I muttered under my breath so Mr Bale couldn’t hear.

I turned to look at Pete.

“Sorry, mate. My folks insist that we visit my aunt this evening.” He looked apologetic.

“Shit!” This time Mr Bale heard.

“Just for that, Mr Large, I will double the questions.”

I looked around the room, and if people weren’t laughing, they were looking directly at me and shaking their head.

My eyes settled on James. He was looking at his desk so he wouldn’t make eye contact with anybody. I kept looking at him.

His head lilted slightly and met my gaze. “Please.” I mouthed.

I swear I saw him nod before staring at his desk again.

It was good enough for me.

For the rest of the lesson, I was very attentive and listening to every word Mr Bale said. It was half the lesson but at least half a lesson I wouldn’t have to learn.

When the bell went, I jumped to my feet and went straight over to James.

“I’ll meet you at the school gate at the end of the day?” It was halfway between a question and a statement.

“Ok.” James’ replied and walked off to his next lesson alone.

I felt so relieved. I was now looking forward to being tutored by James tonight.

 

James was already waiting for me when I got to the school gate. He looked over to see me approaching him, but he didn’t return my beaming smile. I was so glad to see him.

“Hiya, James. You ready?”

“Yep.” He replied, and we started walking to his house.

I suggested his house as I didn’t want my brothers or mother disturbing us. They knew it was James I did the science class with and I didn’t want them to make him, or me, uncomfortable.

I tried to get him to talk as we walked, but small talk just wasn’t cutting it. I had to try something stronger.

“I really enjoyed fucking you the other week.”

James stopped and stared at me.

“Can I do it again?” I asked.

“Is that all you want from me? My fucking arse?”

I leant forward and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“No. I want to be friends. I like you. I liked being with you that day. I think you’d be a good friend. And I could do with some who might understand what I’m going through.”

“What’s that?”

“In time, my friend. In time.” I put my arm over his shoulder and carried on walking, taking James with me. “First let’s get to know each other. I want to know why you are the only constant in my mind since I got here.”

“What are you on about?” James looked very confused.

“Let’s just talk, any old crap, boring crap, crap I should already know.”

“Um… alright.”

The walk to his house was very interesting. We talked a lot, he seemed confused that I was asking questions that I should know the answers to, but he went with it.

It turns out that although we have been at school together from a very young age, we met at reception class, we have never really been friends. We would mix in different circles and our paths never really crossed. So far, this matched my real life, James is the only constant, apart from my parents. Everyone else was a new face. Even my fucking brothers that appeared out of nowhere.

He knew a little about me, Pete was my best friend. We’d been inseparable since he moved into the area and I was nominated by the teacher to be his guide around the new school. We were both seven or eight, but since then, we were always seen together. And got into trouble together.

I liked cycling. Also, true. And when not with Pete I would be out cycling somewhere, usually alone but sometimes with the local cycling club. Almost true. I had joined the local cycling club but gave up after only going a few times. Then I seem to remember James had joined. I asked him if he was also a member in this life, but he said that he was too shy to join as he didn’t know anyone there except me and we had never talked before. I felt bad that although we were in the same classes, mostly, and had been in the same classes since primary school, he didn’t feel comfortable around me. I hoped I wasn’t mean to him or teased him.

I also had a crush on a girl called Megan, apparently, but after she’d watched me fuck James she thought I was gay, or so he’d heard. Funny, she saw me fuck Vicky as well but doesn’t think I’m straight. But fuck a guy, and you’re labelled forever. I didn’t care, I enjoyed it. Besides, she was a new face as well. I’d better get James to point her out to me as I’m supposed to fancy her.

This really was a new life.

We went straight up to James’ bedroom when we got to his house. No one else was home. I sat on his bed and beckoned him to sit next to me.

“I’m sorry I’ve ignored you all this time.”

“It’s alright. We’ve just never really connected.” James shrugged.

“I’ve not been nasty to you. Have I? Or bullied you?”

“No, nothing like that. We’ve just never really hung out together.”

“I’m not a bully, am I?”

“I don’t think so. You do tease people, but it sounds like it’s all in fun. But I don’t think you’re a bully.”

“Good.” I put my arm around him. “When do people start coming home in your house.”

“We’ve got a good hour. My brother is away at uni, and my mum gets back around five-ish.”

“So, tell me the truth. What did you really think of that lesson? Was I too rough with you?”

James let my question hang in the air a while. “It was ok, I enjoyed it… once I got into it, that is. I’ve never really done anything like that…”

I sensed a ‘but’ and he was building up the courage to tell me.

“…But I would have liked to have tried some of the other things.”

“With Vicky?”

Again, I waited while he got the courage to say.

“With you.”

My cock went hard almost instantaneously, and I grabbed my crotch to push it down, so it didn’t hurt so much.

“You want me to fuck you again?”

“No.” He sounded definite. “That hurt, and it was embarrassing, especially in front of the whole class. Perhaps I might like to try again, but not yet. But what I wanted to try is…”

I waited while he paused and gulped down a breath.

“…fucking you.”

“Shit!” I couldn’t help it; my cock was in spasm, and it hurt. “Fuck!” I almost shouted as I lost control, and my cock exploded in my trousers.

I fell back and leant my head against the wall his single bed was pressed up against.

“Fuck.” I breathed. “See what you made me do.”

James looked at the bulge in my black trousers, but my cum hadn’t seeped through yet.

“You made me cream my pants just with you saying you wanted to fuck me.”

“Sorry.” James looked away.

“Don’t be.” I stood up and kicked off my shoes. I quickly un-clasped my trousers and pushed them to my knees. James looked back at me and saw the damp, translucent bulge in my tight white briefs.

“I don’t want to stain my trousers, I’ve got to wear them all week, and my mum will kill me if I come home with spunk stains all over them. She says she sees enough of it when washing my underpants.”

I peeled down my briefs and hooked the waistband under my balls. I was going soft, but my flesh gleamed with my moist cum.

“Do you have a damp flannel so I can clean up. Or just some tissues.”

James went to the bathroom and came back with a towel.

“I’ve wet it a little. I got it from the dirty linen.”

I frowned at him.

“It’s mine, I used it this morning and mum told me to put it in the wash. I can’t use a clean one, she’ll ask questions.”

“She doesn’t like the sight of spunk either then?”

“I have to be careful and clean up after myself. Dad says women don’t understand why a growing boy needs to do so much. He says that she shouldn’t have to wash my clothes if they’re covered in ‘semen stains’ as he calls them.”

“Your parents sound so uptight. It’s a wonder they ever had children if they are so afraid of sex.”

“They’re not.” James refuted. “They are at it like fucking rabbits. Dad came into my room late at night to check I’m asleep. If he thinks that I am, then I can hear them at it through the wall. My mum can be fucking loud when he gives her an orgasm.”

“What fucking hypocrites. They can bang each other’s brains out, but you can’t even have a crafty wank.”

I rubbed my dick and balls clean with the damp towel then threw the towel on the floor. I didn’t make any attempt to cover myself again.

“Do you get hard when you hear them at it? Do you pull your pud as your dad is thrusting inside your mum?” I teased.

“Err, gross man!” James blushed.

“Your face tells me you do.”

“Ok, but I don’t think about them. I think it’s someone else.”

“Ooh, ooh! Who!” I jumped up slightly with excitement and noticed James watch my cock and balls flap around.

“Not telling.” James sounded like a petulant toddler, so I left it alone.

“So, you want to try fucking me…” I changed the subject. “You know I’ve never been fucked,” I told James as I pulled my school tie from my neck.

As I started to unbutton my shirt, I told him to help me.

I expected him to help me with my shirt, but instead, James pulled down my trousers to my ankles and lifted my feet in turn so that I stepped out of them.

I noticed he seemed cautious or was it anxious when looking at my tight cum soiled white briefs and my dangling cock and balls. He was careful not to touch my skin as he pulled them down.

I was now naked in front of James.

James looked so fucking cute standing in front of me still in his uniform.

Despite only cumming a few minutes earlier, my cock started to fluff up.

I took hold of James’ hand and placed it on my crotch. He cupped his hand and felt me as I grew even harder.

“They’re all sticky,” James complained.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. They tasted sweet like he had just eaten some chocolate.

I reached down and fondled his growing bulge in his trousers.

He gasped at my touch, and I took the opportunity to push my tongue into his mouth.

He recoiled with the shock and broke our connection.

Instead of trying to kiss him again, I reached for his tie; it was time that he was naked too.

James let go of my crotch and obediently stood still as I undressed him. I savoured the big reveal when I inched down his briefs. I could see he was hard and had to stretch the waistband to almost breaking point to get it over his cock and let it slap against his belly.

Up close, it looked beautiful.

James’ cock was hard and moist, and it pointed to the ceiling. Underneath his root, I could see his smooth balls dancing in their sac. I reached out and felt them move in my hand.

A small pearl emerged from the exposed tip of his cock and ran down the underside; James was so hard his foreskin had retracted completely. I didn’t want to touch his cock as it looked ready to blow.

“I think you’d better get me ready,” I told James and leapt onto his bed, resting on my hands and knees, exposing my arse to him.

“Be careful. I’ve never done this before.” I warned him.

James stuttered. “Ok. W… what do I do?”

“Have you got any lube, hand cream or anything?”

James must have run to the bathroom as he was back in seconds with a tub of cream.

“Use your fingers first to open me. Start with one and then two and hopefully three.”

I felt his cool lube on his finger against my hole. It twitched and closed tighter. James pushed against it, and I relaxed. Slowly it slid inside.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I moaned.

James was inside up to his knuckle. I told him to wiggle it and then fuck me with it. He went slow but rubbed my prostate each time.

“Fuck, that lesson taught you good. You’re catching the spot each time.”

I sensed James smile with pride and without any coaching, pulled his finger out and continued to stretch me further with two fingers. The pain from the stretching disappeared the moment he hit the spot. I didn’t even bother to speak, I don’t think I could. I just moaned and groaned each time James entered me.

James knew it was time for three when I started to wiggle my arse, trying to get more of him inside me.

Now three was painful, but I didn’t let him know that. I just told myself that it would subside soon, but it took several minutes before those three fingers truly felt at home inside me.

I was now resting on my elbows, my head tucked underneath so I could see my cock pointing at me. It was leaking profusely. Each time James hit my sweet spot, it jerked, and another stream of pre-cum oozed out. It was making a mess of his bedsheets.

James pulled out and gave me some respite. I could feel my hole gaping wide, a cool breeze deep inside me.

“Yes.” I groaned as I felt James’ thick blunt knob against me.

A gentle push and it slipped in easily.

“Oh fuck, that feels fucking great.”

James kept pushing until his pubes tickled my arse cheeks.

I felt full like I needed to evacuate my bowels, and I pressed down on the invading cock.

James pulled back, and I could have cried. I wanted him back. And soon he filled me again. His knob hit my spot, and I groaned and spurted more pre-cum.

“Shit! Just fuck me, James. I need it. I need you.”

James started to fuck me, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace. I grunted on each thrust as my cock spewed more pre-cum out. If I could have touched myself, I would have exploded. As it was, I didn’t know how long I would last.

“Harder! Faster!” I cried. I needed to come, the pleasure was torture, I wanted it to end.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

James pummelled my arse as I writhed on his cock. He grabbed my hips to stop me moving so much so he could fuck me faster.

It worked. My cock exploded and showered my face with cum. My cock pulsed so hard I felt like my knob would split.

I opened my cum covered eyes to see my cock pulsing and dripping cum with every thrust.

“I’m going to cum!” James called out.

“Cum in me!” I cried.

James thrust in hard and collapsed on my back. I could feel his cock pulse and throb inside me. My legs gave way, and I fell flat against his bed, James still on top of me, his cock still throbbing inside me.

I groaned due to his weight on me, but I loved feeling him cum.

“Stay in me,” I mumbled into the pillow, rubbing the cum from my face. “Stay in me.”

James lay on top of me, his heavy breathing lifting him up and down against my back.

His cock softened, and I could feel it slipping from my hole.

I was empty.

James slid from my back and lay on his side beside me.

I turned to face him. “That was fucking the best.”

I pecked him on the lips again. He still tasted sweet.

Once we had rested and caught our breath, it was James who suggested he start tutoring me on the earlier lesson. It was I who suggested we do it naked. It would be more fun.

James had an excellent tutoring technique; each time I answered a question correctly, he would give my cock a few strokes. I had a throbbing hard-on throughout the entire hour he went through the lesson.

James even went through the second half of the lesson, which I already knew, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I enjoyed his hand on my cock too much.

As James asked his last question, he stroked my cock constantly. I was now close, and he knew it. My knob had leaked over his hand, and we could hear squelching noises as he stroked my shaft.

I paused before answering the question; allowing James to stroke a few more times.

My balls suddenly ached, my cock throbbed, and as my knob spewed another load of cum, I answered.

“Meiosis.”

If anyone is interested, the question was ‘what is the name of the cell division that happens in the male testes to produce spermatozoa?’

By the way; the next morning I aced Mr Bale’s questions. I just hope he didn’t notice my massive hard-on and I was glad I didn’t cum in my pants as I answered his last question.

“Meiosis,” I said with a huge grin.

“Well done, William.” Mr Bale said.

“Thanks, Sir. Me and James worked hard last night.” I felt my arsehole open wide as I imagined James’ cock enter me.  Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward, and my bulge looked even larger.

Mr Bale glanced down and licked his lips.

“You know, Will…”

He never calls me Will, he must be up to something.

He carried on. “You did an excellent job in the sex and relationship lesson. I had no idea you would be so good. And I noticed that you are more developed for a boy your age.”

“Six-inches soft and nearly nine-inches hard, Sir.” I beamed proudly at him.

“I noticed, Will.” He continued. “As part of this new experimental set of lessons, I wondered if you’d like to take part in other similar activities.”

“That sounds interesting, Sir.”

“I have only just got approval to participate from the headmaster. It was feedback from your lesson that convinced him that you would be a good candidate to take part. I especially had some very flattering things to say about you, Will.” He looked down at my bulge.

“What’s it all about, Sir?” I asked, wondering when he would get to the point.

“Well, I’d like you to be the school’s nominated life model. I have another similar lesson to take with another class, and all the kids are very reluctant to take part.”

“That’d be great. I’d love to.” The thought of getting up in front of another class excited me. My cock went hard and strained the front of my trousers. “Will you need James to help, too?”

“Well, the idea is for just you. James was only needed at the end so you could fuck him.”

I was shocked that Mr Bale had used the word ‘fuck’. I even think my mouth gaped open slightly.

“It’s not fair to make him do that again, I know it was very uncomfortable for him.”

But not for long. I hoped to fuck James again soon, in the meantime, Mr Bale had no idea James had spent last night fucking me.

“I have a few ideas on how to get around that.”

“Is Vicky also doing it again?” I asked.

“No. She’s pulled out totally. I think the sight of your ‘nearly nine-inch’ cock…” he repeated my proud statement, “put her off. She didn’t want that thing inside here.”

“Shame.” I smiled.

“So that part of the lesson will be theory only, I’m afraid.”

Mr Bale paused a moment, and I put my hand into my pocket to adjust my hard cock. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Come with me, Will; into my office.”

“Ok.” I followed and managed to reach deep into my trousers and adjust myself properly without him noticing.

“Sit down.”

I sat on the chair by his desk. I expected him to sit behind his desk, but he perched on the end of it; His groin nearly in my eye line. I thought it larger than normal.

“There are other opportunities, as well as my lessons. I know Mrs Ball would like a life model for her art class. And Mr Harries would love one for his extra-curricular photography club.”

I smiled at Mr Bale.

“What about your lessons, Sir? Without James there or Vicky, it will just be me standing up there naked. Won’t there be any demonstrations again?”

“To be honest with you, Will, no one wants to have your massive dick inside them. I’m surprised James took it, but I can’t ask him to do it again. It will ruin his arsehole.”

“Yes. It took James ages to open up before.”

“You can just demonstrate solo. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice.”

Mr Bale winked at me. Bloody hell.

“Just out of curiosity… would you mind if I examined you properly. It would also be good practice for being a life model.”

Any chance to get my cock out then I would jump at it.

I stood up from the chair, but Mr Bale didn’t move. I was now standing closer to him. I pulled off my shirt and tie and could feel his breathing deepen and his breath on my bare chest. His eyes never looked at my face, just my bare skin.

I kicked off my shoes and unfastened my trousers. They dropped to the floor, and when he saw my hard cock straining against my tight white briefs, he gasped.

Next, my briefs came down, and my cock slapped against my stomach.

My trousers and pants were around my ankles, so I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

As I straightened up, I felt his hand on my cock.

Mr Bale drew in a sharp breath as he touched me. It would have felt clammy after being cooped up in my pants for so long.

I looked at him, but he still wasn’t looking at my face. His eyes were staring at my cock and his hand as he slowly drew it down my shaft and exposed my knob. It glistened in the harsh strip lights of his office as we both watched a drop of pre-cum emerge and drip to the floor.

“Nice.” Mr Bale hissed.

“Thanks, Sir.” Still, he never looked at me.

He carried on stroking me, and I felt his other hand hold on to my balls, cup them and lightly squeeze them.

I didn’t care that he was my teacher, it just felt great. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing as he brought me closer to coming.

Then I sensed him shift position, and I almost choked on my breath when I felt his mouth slide over my cock.

His lips felt soft but tight around my knob. He knew what he was doing.

He sucked me deeper into his mouth, and I held onto his head to steady myself.

I could feel my knob hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t gag. He tried to push down further, but he just couldn’t open up wide enough. He kept trying. He either couldn’t manage my girth or he was just too scared.

I decided to help him.

As he went down again and I hit the back of his throat, I held on tight to his head and pushed hard.

Mr Bale gulped, and his face went bright red, but his throat finally gave way, and I plunged into him until my pubes tickled his nose.

I held my cock deep within him and heard him suck in a breath through his nose.

His face returned to a normal colour as he took on oxygen.

Mr Bale held on to my buttocks and tried to push me away. I let him think he could control my cock until I thrust forward again and rammed my cock back, deep into his throat. It felt fucking great as his throat gripped and massaged my knob as he subconsciously tried to swallow my cock.

He went red again, so I pulled out.

I was tired of playing around, so I held his head tight and began to face fuck him. He didn’t move or try to stop me. He just took it. And took it hard as I thrust into him, his nose crushed against my pubes.

Mr Bale couldn’t do anything but just sit on his haunches and accept my cock. He tried to reach for my arsehole, but my lightning thrusts meant his hands could hold steady. He gave up and let them drop to his side.

This felt good. Not as good as fucking James, but it came close. I could feel my balls ache and I knew I would be unloading soon.

I gave him no warning. Just thrust deep into him and spewed cum directly down his throat.

I held his face hard against my pubes and groans as my cock pulsed and fed him.

Mr Bale breathed hard against me and tried to push me away. I allowed him to pull my cock from his throat but left the tip between his lips. His tongues stroked me and cleaned me as I let him taste me.

When my knob produced no more nectar, he pulled off me and let my cock hang in the air.

“How long before you can go again?” Mr Bale gasped.

I grabbed my firm cock and pushed my foreskin over my glans, so my knob wasn’t completely exposed.

“Give me five minutes.” I smiled at him.

Me. Bale got to his feet and fumbled with his trousers. He was in a hurry to get them down. I could hear his belt rattle as he allowed them to fall to the floor, and I noticed the bulge in his y-fronts. It was huge and wet and throbbing.

“Did you cum in your pant, Sir?” I asked.

“Yes.” He said matter-of-factly and turned around.

In one motion he pulled his Y-fronts down and bent over his desk.

“Get me ready, Will. By the time you’ve opened me up, you’ll be rock hard again.”

Mr Bale fumbled in his desk drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. “Here. Use this when you’re ready.”

I picked up the jar but wouldn’t need it quite yet. I knelt down and pulled his cheeks apart. He was hairy, but I could just about see his hole. I prodded him with a finger. He was tight.

“Have you ever been fucked before, Sir,” I asked.

“A few times. But not lately. Just get me ready, Will. I want to feel you inside me.” He sounded anxious and, in a hurry, to feel my cock split his arse open.

“Yes, Sir,” I said sarcastically and spat onto his hole.

Mr Bale flinched as he felt my finger rub the spit around his tight muscle. I could feel him clenching; then trying to open up. It was time for my tongue.

I dived in head first, my tongue leading the way. I tickled his sphincter, and he started to relax. I could now get the tip of my tongue into him. I curled it around and licked his insides.

His hole opened more and allowed my tongue deeper. I couldn’t get in any further as my nose was crammed against his backside breathing in his fusty musk.

I retired my tongue and went straight back in with two fingers. I found his prostate and mercilessly stroked it.

Mr Bale was now grunting and pushing his backside onto my fingers. I went in with another one. Three fingers saw his hole open wide. Each time I pulled out, it would stay open, and Mr Bale would moan with relief. When it started closing again, I would slam back my three fingers, causing him to grunt with the invasion.

He was ready.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you now, Sir?” I teased.

“Yes.” Mr Bale breathed.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Just fuck me now!” He screamed at me through gritted teeth.

I stood up and began to stroke my cock to make sure it was as hard as it could be. I opened the Vaseline and smeared it on and inside his arse, positioned my cock at his gaping hole and over my stiff cock.

I positioned my cock snugly at his gaping hole. “Did you just shout at me, Sir?”

“Sorry, Will. You’re just teasing me. I need your cock inside me. It’s been so long since I felt anything like this. I just need it. I didn’t realise just how much.” He almost pleaded with me, and I found it sad he was so desperate.

“Here it comes, Sir.”

As I spoke, I pushed hard, and his hole snapped open that little much wider to allow me to push through. His inside enveloped me like a silk glove. I don’t know who enjoyed it more as we both released long lingering groans.

“That feels so good, Sir.”

I thought Mr Bale would speak, but he didn’t. I leant forward, and I could see a tear rolling down his face.

“Are you alright, Sir? Did I hurt you?”

I started to pull out, thinking it was hurting him.

“Stay inside me.” He commanded, and I stopped still like he was scolding me. “I’m fine. It just feels so good. Like it used to.” He trailed off.

This poor guy must have been without a good fucking for some time.

“Fuck me, Will. Fuck me hard.” Mr Bale held on to the edge of his desk, his knuckles white as he waited for me to pound him with my cock.

I felt his arse clench around my cock as I pulled out. Just as he felt empty, my cock felt naked. I wanted his intestines wrapped around me, so I slammed back.

I started slow just so I could get into a rhythm. Mr Bale never said another word to me while I fucked him. He just let me do what I wanted. He’d said he wanted it hard and that is what I was building up to.

Slowly turned to quicker. My heart began pounding in my chest as the effort caused me to sweat.

Quicker turned to faster as I got into my stride. I think I’d hit top speed. My hands grabbed his flanks, so he didn’t move or wriggle around too much.

I was now pounding his arse, slapping his cheeks with my hips. I didn’t care about Mr Bale. I was just concentrating on doing a good job and getting my rocks off again.

I started to slow down, I was knackered and out of breath.

For me, this felt so much better, slowly penetrating Mr Bale, feeling the sensation of his inside sliding over my cock. The feel of him squeezing me as pulled out, trying to hold onto me.

“Oh, fuck. This is so sweet.” I whispered to myself.

The slow fuck was getting me closer, quicker. I felt my balls ache again. This time they hurt even more from having cum so soon.

I started to jab into Mr Bale. Hard. Then pull out slowly.

I jabbed again and slowly withdrew.

“Fuck!” I cried as I kept on jabbing him.

I quickened again. My cock demanded I go faster, it needed to cum, and soon. My jabbing became thrusts again as I pounded Mr Bale’s arse again. I was speeding up. I felt on some positive feedback loop, getting faster and faster. Unable to stop.

I wanting panting, gasping for air as my lungs struggled to keep up with my need for oxygen.

“Oh, fuck!” I was so close.

My lungs gave up, and I stopped breathing.

My hips slammed into Mr Bale.

My balls were now painful.

I kept pounding him.

I felt my face go red as I still couldn’t breathe.

I didn’t think my balls could ache even more, but they did.

I felt a sharp pain between my legs as my cock exploded.

I thrust one final time, spewing cum as far inside him as I could reach.

I still couldn’t breathe, my cock kept on spewing, and my balls kept on aching.

Finally, my cock stopped, and I took in a deep gasp of air like a diver coming up for air after being trapped underwater.

I felt myself panic as I struggled to take in enough air, but my brain took over and settled me down. I was breathing again. Everything was alright.

I looked down at Mr Bale. My teacher fully clothed and just his bare arse exposed so that I could fuck him. I pulled my softening cock out from his hole.

Mr Bale raised himself from across the desk and turned to me. I looked down. It was the first time I had seen his cock. It was soft and looked shrivelled. The head was exposed from his foreskin and looked wet. Behind him, a smear of cum ran down his wooden desk.

He noticed me looking at his cock and swiftly pulled up his y-fronts and trousers.

“Thank you, William.” Mr Bale stated and went to sit behind his desk. The teacher/student relationship was now firmly established again.

I felt uncomfortable now, standing naked in his office.

“You seem to have gained quite a few skills for a boy your age, William. I think this new role as the face and body of the school will suit you very well.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I beamed widely.

“I will certainly give Mr Harries an excellent review of your skills. I know he was especially looking forward to you accepting this role.”

Oh, shit. Surely, I wasn’t expected to fuck every teacher. Then again, Mr Harries was young, slim and fucking good-looking. Every girl left his classes with wet panties, and some boys had trouble hiding their enjoyment of his lessons with their books.

“Please let him know I’m looking forward to working with him,” I told Mr Bale.

“I certainly will, William. Now get dressed.”

I teased Mr Bale as I pulled my clothes on. He didn’t seem to notice as he was busy writing me a note excusing me for being late for my next class.

As I was leaving to go to my next class, I wondered if Mr Harries wanted me to fuck him. I hoped so.

It would seem my ‘nearly-nine-inch cock’ was famous, and they all wanted to feel it inside them.

 

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