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Ben & the boy Jacobs
For Ben- the inspiration
It was the usual mad scrum between classes, the corridors heaving with a
sea of schoolboys, "
You're not Usain Bolt, Jenkins." and "tie, Phillips". Jostling, oblivious
to we wretched masters who were also struggling to get to our classes.
Everything then, was absolutely as it always was and to this day I 'm not
sure what I noticed, if indeed I noticed anything at all, and why it stayed
in my mind as it did. Ahead of me, his books an untidy jumble under his
arm, was the new teacher Ben. He had started the term before and to a
certain extent I had taken him under my wing. We had several shared
interests, including cricket, and as he was one of the few masters under
150, we would often have a drink, or two in one of our studies at the end
of the day.
He was obviously off to form 3, he had the worried look that all masters
had when required to teach form 3; A small boy dashed out of a class room
and almost crashed into him. They managed to avoid each other and by the
time the boy reached me he had slowed to a walk and was grinning broadly.
"Steady there Jacobs, I'm sure Mr Schwarz, doesn't want to be spread-eagled
by you."
"Yes, sir, sorry sir" and Jacobs went on his way.. He was an attractive
c***d, bright, always cheerful and with a smile that lit up one's
day. There are some boys not made of" snips and snails and puppydogs
tails"; but not many.
For some reason, perhaps the winning smile that Jacobs gave me, this
utterly inconsequential event seemed to stick in my mind, and I was
reminded of it the next week when coaching the younger boys in the nets. I
was coaching the batsmen while Ben had the unenviable task of teaching the
art of bowling. Young Jacobs, immaculate in his white flannels, was trying
to bowl far too fast for his young body to support. Ben came over to him:
"get your left arm right up, right up like this," he stood behind him and
raised Jacobs' arm as high as it would go," and now look over your arm down
at the batsmen. Like this. "At that he lowered his head so that it was next
to Jacobs' and cheek to cheek they looked down the nets.
They saw me watching them and they saw that I had seen something .There was
a closeness there that was unmistakeable. The demonstration over, Jacobs
walked back blushing furiously while Ben came up to me."k**s, they'll never
learn to get their arms up high enough." He may have convinced himself. He
hadn't convinced me that there was nothing going on.
That evening, just before boy's supper I thought I would have a word with
Ben; he was a new teacher and it isn't unheard for teachers to get perhaps
a little too close to students. Nothing more than that.
As I entered his room it was clear that there was quite a bit more than
that. Ben & Jacobs were sitting side by side on a sofa with its back to the
door. I could see nothing, but the clear disarray and chaos caused by my
entry told me that something had been going on.
"I've just been going through Jacob's prep with him."
I could see, by the small tent in Jacobs' trousers and Ben's half opened
zip that my arrival had been too late, but I tried to appear nonchalant
even though I could feel myself stirring.
"Perhaps you had better finish." I felt my voice grow hoarse as I continued
" I'm sure Jacobs won't mind, and judging by your state of dishabille it
looks as if you would have no objection. I take it you wouldn't mind if I
stayed Jacobs?"
He was bright red, his cheeks enflamed and his lips so pink and engorged
that it was all I could do not to kiss him myself.
"Well carry on."
The young boy's hand stretched out and slowly slipped into Ben's
trousers. He removed a glistening cut cock that was growing in his
grasp. Its streamlined head now pointing hard out was the colour of Jacobs'
lips, and as I watched, my own cock now hard in my trousers, Jacobs lowered
his head and wrapped his succulent lips around Ben's cock. I didn't know in
whose shoes I would rather be, either sucking on that gorgeous prick that
was even now pushing its way deeper into the boy's mouth or to have my own
cock between those rich sweet lips, to feel his tongue search out my own
piss slit and run over my swollen head.
Ben's eyes were closed, he was lost in a world of his own delirious making,
but I saw Jacobs look up at me as he moved his mouth over the delicious
cock. It was clear he read me like a book, for with his left hand he undid
the zip on his white flannels and revealed his own prick If Ben's cock was
all that I could have desired in a man's, and it certainly was, Jacob's put
simply the most beautiful boy's prick I had ever seen. Straight and hard,
the rounded head the colour of strawberries and cream, perhaps 4 or even 5"
long and with the first few curls of soft pubic hair at the base. His
fingers moved up and down the slim shaft all the while he was looking at
me. He was wanking as much for my delight as his own.
I could bear it no longer; much as I would have liked to join them I knew
that this was, for Ben at least, a private encounter, perhaps even a love
affair; nevertheless my cock needed to feel the air, to feel my hand
wrapped around. And I quickly took it from my trouser and began to stroke
it as I watched over them.
Ben opened his eyes and seeing what was happening leant forward and took
Jacob's darling young cock between his fingers and lifted it towards his
lips, The boy flinched as Ben's tongue tasted at his head, darted into the
small piss slit already leaking sweet precum. I could see Ben's tongue
running gently down the small purple vein beneath the cock, kissing the
boy's small sac. With one hand he ran his fingers under the sack. A further
gasp told me that he had found the boy's hole and was even now pinching and
nipping at that most secret sweetest hole.
Jacobs grasped Ben's cock and began to wank it furiously. I could see the
head grow and the delicious slit open up. My own too was coming close to
climax as I stood over them; to have tasted either of their sweet cums was
so tempting, to have felt their hot spurts upon my face just as much so,
but even as I bent forward it was too late. A spurt burst from Ben's cock
and then another and another; a moment after and the boy buckled as he came
into Ben's mouth. Ben fell back as the boy finished his orgasm and I was
lucky enough to see the final jet slip out of his cock and hang on the
livid cock head. It was the work of an instant to scoop it from there and
slip into my mouth. It was the sweetest nectar and as I tasted it I began
to cum and jet after jet of pent up lust poured from my cock to land
between the three of us.
There seemed to be a huge collective sigh from the three of us and then the
most extraordinary and wonderful thing happened.
Young Jacobs stood up, his cock, that beautiful pretty cock hanging half
hard and almost comically from his flannels, and he kissed me on the
lips. No tongues, but a hard long kiss.
It is that kiss, almost more than anything else that I took with me to my
bed.
For Ben- the inspiration
It was the usual mad scrum between classes, the corridors heaving with a
sea of schoolboys, "
You're not Usain Bolt, Jenkins." and "tie, Phillips". Jostling, oblivious
to we wretched masters who were also struggling to get to our classes.
Everything then, was absolutely as it always was and to this day I 'm not
sure what I noticed, if indeed I noticed anything at all, and why it stayed
in my mind as it did. Ahead of me, his books an untidy jumble under his
arm, was the new teacher Ben. He had started the term before and to a
certain extent I had taken him under my wing. We had several shared
interests, including cricket, and as he was one of the few masters under
150, we would often have a drink, or two in one of our studies at the end
of the day.
He was obviously off to form 3, he had the worried look that all masters
had when required to teach form 3; A small boy dashed out of a class room
and almost crashed into him. They managed to avoid each other and by the
time the boy reached me he had slowed to a walk and was grinning broadly.
"Steady there Jacobs, I'm sure Mr Schwarz, doesn't want to be spread-eagled
by you."
"Yes, sir, sorry sir" and Jacobs went on his way.. He was an attractive
c***d, bright, always cheerful and with a smile that lit up one's
day. There are some boys not made of" snips and snails and puppydogs
tails"; but not many.
For some reason, perhaps the winning smile that Jacobs gave me, this
utterly inconsequential event seemed to stick in my mind, and I was
reminded of it the next week when coaching the younger boys in the nets. I
was coaching the batsmen while Ben had the unenviable task of teaching the
art of bowling. Young Jacobs, immaculate in his white flannels, was trying
to bowl far too fast for his young body to support. Ben came over to him:
"get your left arm right up, right up like this," he stood behind him and
raised Jacobs' arm as high as it would go," and now look over your arm down
at the batsmen. Like this. "At that he lowered his head so that it was next
to Jacobs' and cheek to cheek they looked down the nets.
They saw me watching them and they saw that I had seen something .There was
a closeness there that was unmistakeable. The demonstration over, Jacobs
walked back blushing furiously while Ben came up to me."k**s, they'll never
learn to get their arms up high enough." He may have convinced himself. He
hadn't convinced me that there was nothing going on.
That evening, just before boy's supper I thought I would have a word with
Ben; he was a new teacher and it isn't unheard for teachers to get perhaps
a little too close to students. Nothing more than that.
As I entered his room it was clear that there was quite a bit more than
that. Ben & Jacobs were sitting side by side on a sofa with its back to the
door. I could see nothing, but the clear disarray and chaos caused by my
entry told me that something had been going on.
"I've just been going through Jacob's prep with him."
I could see, by the small tent in Jacobs' trousers and Ben's half opened
zip that my arrival had been too late, but I tried to appear nonchalant
even though I could feel myself stirring.
"Perhaps you had better finish." I felt my voice grow hoarse as I continued
" I'm sure Jacobs won't mind, and judging by your state of dishabille it
looks as if you would have no objection. I take it you wouldn't mind if I
stayed Jacobs?"
He was bright red, his cheeks enflamed and his lips so pink and engorged
that it was all I could do not to kiss him myself.
"Well carry on."
The young boy's hand stretched out and slowly slipped into Ben's
trousers. He removed a glistening cut cock that was growing in his
grasp. Its streamlined head now pointing hard out was the colour of Jacobs'
lips, and as I watched, my own cock now hard in my trousers, Jacobs lowered
his head and wrapped his succulent lips around Ben's cock. I didn't know in
whose shoes I would rather be, either sucking on that gorgeous prick that
was even now pushing its way deeper into the boy's mouth or to have my own
cock between those rich sweet lips, to feel his tongue search out my own
piss slit and run over my swollen head.
Ben's eyes were closed, he was lost in a world of his own delirious making,
but I saw Jacobs look up at me as he moved his mouth over the delicious
cock. It was clear he read me like a book, for with his left hand he undid
the zip on his white flannels and revealed his own prick If Ben's cock was
all that I could have desired in a man's, and it certainly was, Jacob's put
simply the most beautiful boy's prick I had ever seen. Straight and hard,
the rounded head the colour of strawberries and cream, perhaps 4 or even 5"
long and with the first few curls of soft pubic hair at the base. His
fingers moved up and down the slim shaft all the while he was looking at
me. He was wanking as much for my delight as his own.
I could bear it no longer; much as I would have liked to join them I knew
that this was, for Ben at least, a private encounter, perhaps even a love
affair; nevertheless my cock needed to feel the air, to feel my hand
wrapped around. And I quickly took it from my trouser and began to stroke
it as I watched over them.
Ben opened his eyes and seeing what was happening leant forward and took
Jacob's darling young cock between his fingers and lifted it towards his
lips, The boy flinched as Ben's tongue tasted at his head, darted into the
small piss slit already leaking sweet precum. I could see Ben's tongue
running gently down the small purple vein beneath the cock, kissing the
boy's small sac. With one hand he ran his fingers under the sack. A further
gasp told me that he had found the boy's hole and was even now pinching and
nipping at that most secret sweetest hole.
Jacobs grasped Ben's cock and began to wank it furiously. I could see the
head grow and the delicious slit open up. My own too was coming close to
climax as I stood over them; to have tasted either of their sweet cums was
so tempting, to have felt their hot spurts upon my face just as much so,
but even as I bent forward it was too late. A spurt burst from Ben's cock
and then another and another; a moment after and the boy buckled as he came
into Ben's mouth. Ben fell back as the boy finished his orgasm and I was
lucky enough to see the final jet slip out of his cock and hang on the
livid cock head. It was the work of an instant to scoop it from there and
slip into my mouth. It was the sweetest nectar and as I tasted it I began
to cum and jet after jet of pent up lust poured from my cock to land
between the three of us.
There seemed to be a huge collective sigh from the three of us and then the
most extraordinary and wonderful thing happened.
Young Jacobs stood up, his cock, that beautiful pretty cock hanging half
hard and almost comically from his flannels, and he kissed me on the
lips. No tongues, but a hard long kiss.
It is that kiss, almost more than anything else that I took with me to my
bed.
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