WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters between 
preadolescents and adults.  You are not authorized to read this story if reading 
such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location.  The author does not 
condone or encourage sexual contact between adults and children, no more 
than a "murder mystery" writer condones murder.

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Story Codes:  Mb, nc, ped, spank, anal, oral

Jackson Academy for Boys



Chapter 3	A taste of reality

The warm glow of the golden sunshine beamed into my bungalow as I gently 
awakened from my much-needed nap.  It took me a minute to realize that I was 
on Walker's Cay and at the Jackson Academy.  About the time I gained my 
mental balance, I realized I had Ian in my arms.  He was still sleeping.  I 
wandered how long he had been asleep.  He was still lying on his stomach as I 
maintained my grip on his little body.

Glancing at the clock on the table by my bed, I could see that it was 6:11 in the 
evening.  I had been asleep about two and half hours.  Ian was still in the same 
location and position I left him in after relieving my pent up sexual urges on the 
boys scantly clothed bottom.  My sperm was still on his lower back, some of it 
having run down his side to the white sheets on my bed.  I gently touched the 
seed I left on the boy, and felt that it had become sticky as it began to dry.

I quietly slipped from the bed without waking the boy, and retrieved a warm wash 
cloth from the bathroom.  Returning to the bed, I sat down next to Ian and began 
to wash his lower back.  He quickly jolted awake, not aware of his location or 
situation.  He was startled.  "It's ok Ian", I said.  "Your at the school."  He turned 
his head to look at his back to see what I was doing.  "I'm just cleaning my sperm 
from your back", I offered as I told him to lie still while I finished.

"Okay, all done", I said as I returned the washcloth to the bathroom.  He sat up 
on the bed and placed his right hand on his underwear covered bottom, only to 
get some of my cum on his fingers.  He smelled of it and displayed a look of 
disgust as he realized what had moistened his bottom.  He sat frozen as if he 
didn't know what to do.

"It's sperm", I called from the bathroom.  "and it won't hurt you.".  I told him to 
come into the bathroom so that I could clean his underwear.  He slowly entered 
the bathroom with his right hand in front of him as if he was infected with the 
plague.  

I firmly grabbed his right wrist.  "Do you know what sperm is?", I asked.  He 
shrugged his shoulders as if to say ""maybe".  I began to explain, "Sperm is what 
comes from a man's balls and squirts out of the penis to make a woman 
pregnant".  He didn't seem impressed.  "One day you'll squirt sperm from your 
penis too".  He wrinkled his nose in repulsion.

Still having a firm hold on his wrist, I told him to open his mouth.  "Why?", he 
asked.  "I want you to taste of my sperm", I said.  "NO WAY!" he barked as he 
squirmed to free his hand.  I tightened my grip on his wrist, and steadied his body 
near me with my free hand.  I knew this would be a good test of his trust and 
would be a good exercise for us both.

Putting my face only inches from his, I scolded "Ian, be still!  This will not cause 
you any harm."  I continued to stare into his face as I tightly gripped his person.  
"Now open your mouth, and lick your fingers clean."  I was serious and he knew 
it.  Now that I had drawn a line in the sand, I had to win or risk failure with my first 
case.

Ian could tell that I meant business.  He closed his eyes, and reluctantly placed 
the tip of his index finger in his mouth.  After getting his first taste of my sperm, 
he tried to pull his hand away and spit.  "NO!", I shouted.  "Eat it all or I will 
punish you.  Do you understand?" I asked.

He gave his head a slight shake to indicate, he did.  He opened his mouth and 
closed his eyes, as he reluctantly moved his finger tips into his mouth.  He 
wrapped his lips around his fingers as he began to cry.  I could tell he wanted to 
spit it out, but didn't dare.  He began to sob, as he removed his fingers, now 
clean of the sperm.  He started to gag, but I again intervened. "Ian, don't you 
throw up.  I'll spank you right now!  Now, close your mouth and swallow."  He 
continued to cry and take short breaths from the sobbing.  At this point, he had 
closed his lips together and now reopened his mouth to cry.  A string of my 
sperm was stretched from his upper lip to his lower lip.

I firmly grabbed his chin and placed my face close to his.  "Close your mouth and 
swallow, and it will be over", I offered.  He did just that.  As he swallowed, his 
face reflected that he didn't care for my taste very much.  He swallowed hard 
once more, and licked his lips and he continued to whimper.

"Good boy, Ian", I said as I gently rubbed the tears from his face, and wiped his 
nose.  "That wasn't too bad.  Besides I think you'll get used to the taste."  He 
looked up at me with a look of shock, as he realized there would be more of this 
to come.

I turned him around facing away from me as I took the washcloth and wiped the 
remaining sperm from the backside of his white brief underpants that were 
already stained.

