Seductive Schoolboy


Benjamin Schwartz

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My office overlooks the quad and the distant ring told me that prep had finished and the boys would be winding their way to dorms to relax before supper or, in some cases a spot of cricket in the early evening sun. I was relaxed. I gathered the scripts I’d been reluctantly marking placed them on the floor and cleared the desk, pulling my computer monitor closer for my evening treat; one I’d been looking forward to all day.


The screen lit up, I brought up the Nifty Archive and scrolled down the recent additions. I was looking for a real cock-hardener. I deserved a long wank.  I was pulled my trousers down to release my rampant cock from the confines of my boxer shorts so my finger tips could caress it. This was going to be wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.   I was going to enjoy this. 

There was a tentative tap at the study door. I cursed under my breath, hurriedly adjusted my clothing and then crossed the room to open it. There stood Jacobs, a small dark-haired newcomer to my House. He was in his cricket kit and from his disheveled look had only just returned from net practice. 

“Please Sir, you asked me to collect my prep before tea.”

Of course I had. It was, of course, partly an excuse to talk to him as I wanted to make sure he was settling in alright with the other Year 7 boarders. He had seemed at first meeting a shy, reticent boy but the more I talked with him the more I suspected he really did have a lot of self assurance and confidence. He was certainly bright.

He followed me as I moved back to my desk to pick up the scripts. I knelt down and began sorting through them looking for Jacobs. It was only then that I realized that I had left the monitor on the ‘Recent Additions’ page and that he was staring avidly at the screen. I rose hurriedly with the intention of switching the monitor off when he surprised me. 

“That’s Nifty Sir, isn’t it? I watch that a lot.”

I was flabbergasted. I asked him what he meant. 

“Well Sir. When I want to masturbate I look at one of the stories on my netbook and it gets me in the mood. Is that what happens with you Sir?”

I was right about him. Not only was he bright he was completely self-assured.

“Well… yes, it’s quite natural you know.”

He nodded his head in agreement. “I found a great story yesterday Sir. Can we read it together Sir?”

“Well, I’m not sure that’s appropriate,” I replied, but I did not obviously sound convincing. 

“Oh, alright then just between us two. Which one?”

He pointed his finger halfway down the screen in the adult/youth section. I left clicked and the text came on the screen. I pressed medium scroll and the story unfolded. A young boy being seduced by his teacher. By the time we had reached the stage where the boy had ‘grabbed his teachers dick and slurped it into his hot little mouth’ I had a ranging hard-on and his cock was tenting his cricket whites. The boy in the story finished off swallowing great spurts of cum as the tale and the teacher came to a climax. 

“That was great. Can we read another one?” Jacob pleaded.

I flicked to one I had jerked off to the previous evening; fighting the urge to get out my iron hard cock and play with it. Jacobs had no such inhibitions. He unzipped the front of his whites and there, just level with my shoulder, pulled out the most beautiful, circumcised cock which he then proceeded to hold between his forefinger and thumb and slowly, slowly wank. His eyes were glued to the rolling text and I had this overwhelming urge to touch his cock, so I tentatively reached out to hold it. It was both hard and velvety at the same time. He took his hand away and I gently moved the soft skin towards the hood and back and he groaned with pleasure. There was something magical about touching it; it gave me as much pleasure as it was undoubtedly giving him. He groaned and I knew almost instinctively that he was going to cum. I had to have it; I needed to taste the fruit of this wonderful, young penis. I bent sideways and closed the head of his cock in my mouth and immediately felt it pulse. "Ngh-ahhh! Unh! Oh yess...! And I felt the first spurt in my mouth, followed rapidly by two others…it felt like nectar and I swallowed avidly. I wanted it to last and last. Jacobs had that satisfied smile on his face that showed he had enjoyed it as much as I had. I handed him a tissue and he wiped his cock and, disappointingly, tucked it back inside his trousers. I thought he might have lost any desire to reciprocate; boys can be like that. But I was mistaken.

Jacobs looked down to my groin. It was obvious I was rock hard.

 “That was wicked. Can I touch yours?”

I was so relieved that he wanted to feel my cock and I readily unzipped and, with some difficulty, exposed my manhood. “Mmmm, nice,” he said. I was afraid that if he touched it I was going to explode there and then. But I wanted it to last. I wanted to enjoy this small hand just playing with me, teasing me, bringing me to the brink and then easing off until I couldn’t stand it anymore. He circled it with his small hand and gently moved it; it was obvious that he was really experienced, he knew exactly what to do. I was both desperate for it to last; desperate to cum. He smiled at me, clearly aware of what he was doing and I knew I couldn’t last. I closed my eyes and gave a guttural groan as I felt myself cumming and then, unexpectedly, felt the warmth of his soft mouth round the dead of my cock. That threw me over the edge completely. “Ooooh.” Then that feeling of ecstasy as I pumped cum into his welcoming mouth. I just wanted him to keep it in his mouth for ever. I wanted to do it again, and again. 

We had a relaxed chat about what had happened and the need for discretion; but I was dealing with a very aware, intelligent and precocious young boy who obviously knew what he liked and how to get it. And afterwards it seemed slightly awkward as I handed him his assignment. It seemed strange after what had happened. He gave me winsome smile and, for an instance, I wasn’t sure who had seduced whom. Not that it mattered. “Can I come after nets next Wednesday Sir?” I nodded in agreement. I could not think of anything more pleasurable to look forward to. He was smart enough to appreciate the pun and I was looking forward for him to come and, of course, cum.



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