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Subject: Top of the Class 2 The fine folk at are ever in need of donations to keep the content flowing, much like how you need to keep your juices doing the same. Visit fty and be generous. Chapter Two: A Busy Afternoon I redress once the boys are out of the room, wishing I’d left the shirt off to cool down for just another minute while I sanitize the desk. This is one of only two dedicated sex-ed rooms, but even though it does see this kind of action all day long it’s just impolite to leave your mess for someone else. The grade twos are apparently next as Anderson walks in, Mr. Spruce, a slender man in his late 40s, handsome and gentle looking, albeit a kind of smug. He always strikes me as a little bit tired, even now at the beginning of the year, probably from having to wrangle the attention of the younger ones. I’m really glad for having the grade fives who aren’t so hyperactive and needy, plus they’re getting to the age where they start to have interesting things to say. I think I have one of the best ages to teach. “How’d your class go? Looks like it ended well,” he enjoys ribbing me about the messes but it’s good natured. I get it wiped down and spritz some air freshener as we continue our conversation from the staff room in the morning about this year’s potential extracurriculars. As we speak I tidy myself up, then go about the room hanging mats, collecting towels and realigning desks. Anderson is a county co-ordinator and has been connecting with a high school that wants to get their boys some volunteer hours. He tells me he’s going to pitch a coaching program at the staff meeting this afternoon, I tell him I think it’s a great idea and that I’ll do what I can to support. His students begin to filter in and I can tell he is shifting into teacher mode so I wave and duck out. Second period for me is lunch and prep, which is perfect because I definitely need to refuel, hydrate and rest after classes like that one. Most of the sex ed classes are that intense or more actually, even if it’s not always about me busting an epic hollywood style nut to show off. This week is a bit different, the boys will be proving that they understand the practices of boy on boy sex in the next two days, kind of an entrance exam for their grade four material, so I’ll be keeping covered as not to distract. It’s a difficult two classes as far as self-restraint goes, I’d be lying if I said I never drenched my boxers with cum while watching, but I keep it to myself. This year with two gifted applications already submitted I could potentially get their interview done on those afternoons, so I figure I should resist blowing a voyeuristic load watching the boys have their orgy tomorrow and Friday morning. My forgotten tea is cool now as I make it back to my office. All the better though as the morning continues to heat up. My shirt is damp with perspiration, far from drenched yet still noticable, so I unbutton a few and aim the fan towards my seat. The AC is on but every little bit helps. I have sat in less attire in my office – it is private after all – most often when a student comes for extra help though sometimes just for comfort, but always with doors closed. It’s school policy to keep all sexual activity out of plain view, otherwise it can become overly distracting to passersby. There are times for openness in the student’s sexual training, however they are limited to assemblies, talent displays, fairs and other specially scheduled events. I don’t quite feel the need for a shower but I can go take one at any time in the gymnasium. I try to avoid the times when students will also be showering, which is mostly towards the end of the periods, but it always excites the boys when our paths do cross. We only make the kids shower from grade five onwards anyway, so they are no strangers to my body. I avoid the experience not because I dislike the improvised play that we get up to, in fact going off-script can be great for learning, but because it is easy to lose track of time having all that slippery fun. The last thing I want is for my peers to think I am taking priority away from their classes to fit in more sex ed, or that I am ignoring my other duties. I am very proud that despite the few times a month that it does happen I have only once let myself get delayed by steamy wet boy sex. More papers have found their way to my desk, mostly guidance requests, but I’m more interested in yet another gifted program application. It seems like Cole Winslow is interested in joining Dylan and Romeo. I know that these three were all in the grade four class together, I wonder how close they are. They weren’t sitting as a group, but I’d like to ask Matthew about them, usually the more experienced boys gravitate together sooner or later. Three is the largest sized gifted class I’ve run in the past, but the applications are so immediate this year I worry that there could be more. The program runs best at a small size, if there are too many I might have to enlist some help. I know my sexual capacity quite well and it is already pushed to its limit with what I have on schedule now. For today my prep is mostly taken care of, the last two weeks of summer I update lesson plans and prepare material, so I spend some time grading the boys on their pop quiz. I access the class cameras and scrub through a few times on each of the angles, even though I’m confident the boys did well just from memory. I see that a few more of them had achieved multiple orgasms than I noticed in person, not quite half of the class but a good start. Chris in particular seemed to be really into it today, I timestamp four individual moments where I notice him tense up, hips bucking and mouth agape, the last one perhaps borderline but the first three undeniable. Truly impressive for the short time we had. I decide to reward his success by letting him choose his partner first tomorrow as I export and save the clips to start my collection of class highlights. I clip my own performance also, in case the students would like some reference study. I get some paperwork out of the way towards the end of the period as I eat lunch, catch up on memos and make some calls, write up an order for some new mats, the banal parts of my job. It gets a little interesting as I sort out some visual aids to start the boys’ engines tomorrow – as much fun as it ends up being it’s not always easy getting them going first thing in the morning. I thought about playing last year’s big budget Peter Pan remake, but the sex scenes, as realistic and flashy as they are, are all mid-film. There’s no time to play up to them and if I’m going to fast forward then I might as well just use something that gets right to the point, so I settle on the tried and true Oliver Twist. It’s a bit dated of a film but the first scene opens in the orphanage group bedroom getting right down to business. It’s also better suited for the topics of their review since Peter and the lost boys are mainly taking on Hook and the pirates, whereas Oliver is all in with the other orphan boys. Third period in the early afternoon finds me helping in the guidance office, which turns into additional prep sometimes, but I mostly assist with scheduling and clerical work at the beginning of the year and then sex counseling once the semester gets rolling. The time slot is a good fit for the grade five sex-ed teacher because it allows for the co-ordination of any one-on-one tutoring that can’t be scheduled before or after school. The boys are each given a 30 minute solo time slot with me outside of class each elazığ escort week, and many of them fit best in this period, which is their lunch break. Counseling is voluntary but it doesn’t take much encouraging to get a ten year old in for some extra attention. They mainly respect its purpose, but occasionally just want a free half hour of expertly delivered orgasms from me. I try not to let that become habit, I certainly enjoy working their little bodies to climax, but only if they understand it’s in the interest of becoming a skilled and conscientious lover. The first year that I tried to accomodate the student’s individual lesson time while being a guidance assistant caused some distraction, to say the least. The most privacy you get in the guidance office is a separation by some sturdy but not at all soundproof fabric cubicle walls, and no door to speak of. I’m not shy, and the other staff aren’t prudish about the sex acts that would take place between me and the ten year olds, but some of the boys can become self conscious in that environment. Of course, the opposite can also be a problem, the confident boisterous among them simply turn too many heads and we become a distraction. What a preteen lacks in physical ejaculate is often made up for in audible oubursts, and an immature boygasm is a very hard thing to ignore. There’s also limited space in the cubicle, I often found our bodies would sprawl out into the aisles, which potentially posed a tripping hazard, or just got in people’s way at best. So now I split my time during this period between here and my private office where they can be relaxed and we can spread out on the floor or my couch, my desk or office chair or up against the wall, wherever our passions lead us. There are no appointments this week, they only just got the signup sheet with their syllabus package today and I’ll have to spend some time this weekend making their schedule, so for this period I just help out with the bustling chaos of the start of the year. For the final period of the day this year I am running grade six geography. I’ve run math and language courses in the past also, I think I have math again next semester, since there’s always some department to help out in a small school like ours. Until last year I always had an athletics course but there’s a new young jock Lucca starting his first year of teaching from a kinesiology program who is ridiculously qualified. Ridiculously attractive too, pity we didn’t need him for any sex-ed classes. Maybe I’ll ask about his interest in extracurriculars. Most of the students in geo are ones I had taught last year and are thrilled to see me again. Their upcoming sex education consists of advancing grade five techniques, exploring alternative sex practices and building relationships, topics we either can’t fit into the grade five introduction to men or that not all of the ten year olds are really fit for. The eleven year olds have higher potential for entering puberty and a full year of practice with men, so they feel more confident taking on units about kinks like watersports and bondage, or they have enough physical experience to consider deep throating and double penetration. The gifted program touches on these subjects if the students are interested, it is a very student-led effort, but that’s an exception. The boys are dying to talk about sex with me like they used to, but I have to keep them on topic, we’re going to have a different relationship this year and it’s important to let them get attached to Mr. Grant now. I do wonder about their bodies, they’ve gained height and some of their pants seem a bit fuller, as full as eleven year olds ever get that is. Their gym class is second period so I’ll surely catch them in the showers one of these days, they can show me all about what they’re learning. ___________________________ Some days I’m out the door nearly as quickly as the students when the last bell rings, but that certainly won’t be the case for a couple of weeks. I stop by my office and check my messages and it turns out that Mr. Andrews, Benjamin’s father, has left a message informing me that he’d like my opinion on his son’s potential in the gifted program. The first day barely done and I already have a record number of applicants. What that means is that we run a good program, its reputation is growing, but it’s going to take some adaptation now I guess. I leave him a quick message back letting him know about our process for evaluation, and that it all starts with a form he can fill out online or at administration. I only just put down my phone when there is a knock at the door, two little heads peeking in around the corner at me. “Hi boys, surprised to see you here, aren’t you both wanting to get home after your first day?” I ask to Romeo and Alex, a pair of buddies apparently, from their matching friendship bracelets. “Not today, Mr. Essex,” Romeo answers for them, the more outgoing of the two, Alex practically hiding behind him, “we have to wait for soccer tryouts, I hoped maybe that before it starts you could interview me for the gifted class. Alex is thinking about signing up too.” I check the clock to see how long there is until the staff meeting, it would be a good idea to get one of them out of the way if I apparently have to do five of them by this time next week. Half an hour left is likely enough. “I do have the time, but you should know that the test might tire you out and make you sore before soccer. It would be a shame not to make the team because of it.” “Whatever happens in the test I bet I’ve done before a soccer game before, heck sometimes right in the middle too. I’m used to it.” Hearing him describe haviing sex during halftime sends vivid images through my head of him getting stripped out of his soccer uniform right on the field and ravished before the eyes of the crowd. That’s probably not quite how it goes, but I wonder. Knowing he’s a Petrelli makes me nearly certain he will be well versed, and his response has already answered some of the interview questions. His confidence is quite convincing so I reply in agreement. It doesn’t hurt that he’s such a sporty little stud. He’s very much my type, he could probably convince me with nothing but a cheeky grin. “Alex I can’t start any test with you until I get the form returned back to me signed. You got one with all the papers today, but you can stay while Romeo does his. Okay Romeo, the gifted program is for boys who have experience with men already, as you’ve heard. There’s no need to tell me anybody’s name if you don’t want to, or how or when it began, understand? Good. I would like you to answer honestly yes or no to a list of sexual acts that you’ve done with a grownup.” I begin running down the checklist: mutual nudity, touching, kissing, giving and recieving oral, and giving and receiving anal. He confirms each one aloud with a confident nod, proudly volunteering that his Christmas gift this year was the dildo set he showed off today, and it only took him a few weeks to graduate to the real thing with his soccer coach. It doesn’t come as a surprise to me, given the traditions described by the brothers I taught in the past. The Petrelli boys are a well educated lot in this field. “It sounds like you’re very comfortable sharing, a good sign for somone in the gifted class. The other part of this interview is going to be a series of physical checks, to make sure your body is also prepared.” It was a polite way of letting the kids know that we have to make sure they’re not lying. Some boys elvankent escort do end up exaggerating their proficiency and simply aren’t ready for what they say they are. “If you’d like to use your dildo set you can, otherwise I have some in my desk.” He happily unpacks the case, the latest models from Boyprep, our recommended line for the students. Each shiny rubber dick increasing in size from three to ten inches has a new colour, laid out in a vibrant rainbow like a toy xylophone. They look brand new, the instruction manual with the adorable boy models enjoying themselves still tucked into the lid. We begin the physical checklist at the top, where I tell him to undress. Unlike in class I get to have my eyes exclusively on him and he knows it, so he is a playful with it and does a bit of a striptease. It isn’t on the list but the level of comfort with this added play is promising. I don’t rush him but I also restrain my own excitement so as not to prolong. Once the slow descent of his underwear is finished and his pure boy body is standing with as much bravado as he can muster, I tell him to undress me as well. He immediately starts at my belt, his tongue poking out between his teeth with determination. He drops my dockers and realizes they won’t get over my shoes, so bends down to get to untying them. His young back muscles flex and ripple as he makes little tugs at my somewhat snug fitting loafers, pert buttcheeks spread invitingly in his squat position. His wonderfully supple young body makes me profoundly hard, I squeeze and adjust myself watching him squirm about, giving a wink to Alex as he watches with rapt attention. Once they’re off he gets back up, passing over my unapologetically tented boxer briefs to unbutton my shirt. His hands are gentle but intent, they move admiringly over me as he strips my upper body bare. There’s an air of anticipation as he sinks his fingers deep into my underwear, fondling my unseen manhood. He looks up at me with excitement while I do my best to keep professionally dispassionate, supportive and kind yet subduing my instinctive lust. It is a powerful instinct. I can tell Alex is enjoying this as well, he hasn’t taken his hand away from his crotch since we started. When my swolen erection springs out he dives right into his shorts with obvious rhythm. I step out of my last piece of clothing and then let Romeo know I’m going to see his reaction to being touched. I start by cupping his face tenderly, slowly moving down his neck and over narrow but sturdy rounded shoulders. I give his boyish pecs some attention, making sure to stimulate the delicate pink nubs, but only so long as to gauge his comfort. I continue downwards over the perfectly scuplted grooves in his athletic, narrow waist to his hips. I make sure to massage down his legs before I begin to pay any attention to his fair young boy rod. His excitement is as apparent as mine, more so now that it is inches from my face, but I stroke all the way down to his feet before rising up his backside. I leave one hand to knead at his full cheeks and explore into his crevice while my other moves around his pelvis to grip at his explicitly rigid dick. He shivers in his erotic emotional state, which I almost mistake for a flinch at first, but his lip biting grin and excited eyes assure me he is comfortable. The assessment is unfortunately not about delivering an orgasm at every opportunity so I withdraw and let him know to start his own exploration. He begins patting at his own body so I stop and correct him that this is about his experience with men, and he very matter of factly says “oh” and moves to me. He stretches up on tiptoes to caress through my hair, a uniquely affectionate display, so I lean forward slightly to accommodate him. Romeo mostly mimics my other movements from head to toe, but lingers longer in areas. Not so long that I feel like we’ll run into the staff meeting, but he’s very relaxed about it. He makes his experience level continually clear by doing things like putting his mouth on my nipples and grinding his own body into mine as he moves about. These are of course things he would have learned to do with boys his own age last year very comfortably, but the confidence he has with me is very telling. My cock is leaking by the time he gets his little paws on it, and he immediately strokes its full length, teasing the tip each round. He has a practiced firm grip despite the smallness of his hands. He gets a little ahead of the pacing of the test when he takes a taste of my precum on his lips, drawing out more of it with his jerking, but oral is the next skill anyway so I let this evolve naturally. The taste turns into large licks with the flat of his tongue, finding his way around every veiny contour I have. With more and more of his mouth covering the side of my dick on every pass he transitions his hands down to my balls to play. He alternates gripping them and pushing at them, increasing the size of his motions gradually to reach in deep to rub between my legs and teasing at my asshole. Reluctantly I use my hand to lift his face off of my crotch and tell him about the kissing check before we continue the oral section together. I sit down on the sofa and he straddles over my thighs, resting his weight on my chest and easing into me. My dick bobs up and down with my heartbeat and tickles at his underside, he shifts himself to tease it with his balls and taint slightly but I keep him focused by sweeping hair from his forehead tenderly. Our eyes lock and I let him lead, seeing what he’s used to. His head tilts back and he comes into contact with my lips head on, softly pecking with his own, slowing gradually as our passion builds. Once he twists more sideways he starts to linger and he opens his mouth, playing over my lips. I follow suit and soon he is exploring with his tongue while his hands also begin to roam, for which I return the favor. The more deeply he tongues into me the more his whole body gets involved, and soon his throbbing boy spike is driving into my stomach. When he stops to catch his breath I take the moment to force us to move forward, painful as it is to cut him off. He leans his shoulders back but continues to grind his pelvis into me as I tell him,”you’re doing great so far Romeo. Now we need to see if you’ve adapted your oral skills from last year for pleasuring men, and I will also need to see how you feel about receiving as well.” As with the everything he’s shown me so far he seems to know exactly what I mean, and takes a position on his back on the couch with his mouth open, splaying out his legs to put his package at easy access. I usually take to being the one on the bottom for their comfort but am happy to see that he is ready for this variation. He’s also already demonstrated his will to engage orally, so even though I just meant to see if he would recieve head from me I figure why waste a good opportunity to do both at once. I put my knee in the crook of the sofa by his head so my dripping member dangles over his face, drizzles of precum falling onto his lips, and lean forward to consume his quivering joystick. His hands reach up to grab my sides and I follow his guidance back into his mouth. We slobber over one another for a short time until I’m convinced that he understands the concept of a sixty-nine, I remove my lips from around his cock and tilt him upwards, taking advantage of our height difference to get my mouth into his preteen crack and begin kissing his teeny asshole. While my tongue worms eryaman escort its way deeper inside of him he moans hungrily around my dick, which makes me realize that he has me buried tonsils-deep. Not quite to the root, but definitely more of me swallowed than not. The test does not at all require to check if the boys can deep throat. Grade fives only have the expectation of working at the tip, but that does include ingesting cum. The boys don’t fail the interview for refusing to swallow cum, there have been plenty of gifted students who just preferred it not in their mouths at all. At this point the flexing of his throat around my head makes it clear he has regular man-boy oral experiences. Even a boy born without a gag reflex, rare as it may be, needs to be trained to use his insides to massage like this. Romeo is either one of these rarities or has done this enough to have suppressed it. He’s so good that I’m sure he doesn’t need me to warn him about my imminent cum, but it would be irresponsible of me not to administer the test properly. When I offer him the choice for me to pull out he wags his finger and pulls my humping thighs even harder. Usually I can focus at this point but the boy has been making me so hot that I have to stop eating him out to handle the orgasmic wave taking me over. I pump one volley of my seed direcly into the depths of his throat, pulling out to make sure the next lands in his mouth, seeing his reation to the taste. He hums appreciatively, as expected, so I fill him up and continue nutting as I extract myself completely to finish by painting his face. He gulps it all down audibly as I stare down between our bodies at him, both of us deliriuos in bliss. I wipe my remnants off his face and offer them to him, he finishes it with gusto so I get up from over top of him to move onto what’s next. “Well,” I begin to explain through my heavy breaths, “I think I know what the result of the last check will be today, but it’s important to confirm anyway. I’d like you to take a position you’re comfortable with for anal sex.” He giggles at the formality of my request, surely more used to passionate interchanges for moments like this. He kneels again on the couch, legs spread wide and leans against the back cushions, pushing his ass out for the access I’m sure he’s craving. The perfect winking little boy bud still glistens with my saliva as I liberally lube his entrance, inside and out. My finger pushes more lube deep into his red hot boy pussy, and I take a few moments to trace over his prostate. He knows what this stimulus is from grade four curriculum, so I only delay a little before beginning to test him for what size he can take. Starting with the smallest sized dildo in his collection I gently push into him with small edging motions, closely watching the reaction of his sphincter. The ring looks tight, yet he effortlessly swallows the head of the small baby blue sex toy. I double check its state with my finger, which seems to slip in easily next to the smallest dildo. Moving up one by one through the rainbow proves the boy has practice in taking each size, his pliable hole gripping firmly but not stiffly around all but the largest two. There is noticable redness and a sense of stretching as he gets stuffed with the maximum girth of rubber cock, bottoming out before all ten inches are inside, but his excited whimpers let on that he has the desire for this and possibly more. My finger will definitely not gain entrance in this condition as I run it around the contact area. His kiddy hardon hasn’t lost a bit of its stiffness, and when my probing digs the longest and thickest dildo’s ridges past his critical depth his dick jolts like it’s being jumpstarted. Romeo moans in his desperate horny trance, face smashed into the couch cushions. In all future sessions I will make sure to be giving his hairless little cock and balls attention during anal play, but for now it is best to stick to penetration exclusively for the sake of testing his limits. It would be a stretch for me to be able to cum again but I’ve stayed rock hard since feeding him. I would love nothing more than to deliver him an anal orgasm myself but at this point we need to get through him topping. I lodge the green seven inch dildo back into him, the one which he responded to best and leave it there. I let him know that I need to see how he can deliver now so we trade places. Now on the couch, I spread as wide as possible to get close to his crotch level and he lines up behind me, bow legged and wobbling his way forward with the fake dick still inside of him. I’m in as good of a position as I can to accept him, but I know from experience now that boys don’t always get much out of topping me due to the limited penetration they can achieve with their immature cocklets trying to dig into my thick bubble butt. He does his best though and even starts increasing his rhythm from a gentle rock to an intent pounding. A pounding by boy standards, mind you, he doesn’t really have enough force behind him to move me much, but I rock myself forward in response to boost his confidence. I feel him take one hand off of my hip and look back to see if things are okay but he’s got it behind him clearly driving the dildo in to double down on his pleasure. He doesn’t notice I’m watching as he pumps both into me and into himself with increasing urgency. His eyes close tightly and his jaw drops, a thread of uncontrolled saliva drooling from his ecstatic face onto my lower back. I watch his muscles spasm in waves up his body from his tight preteen four-pack up to his slender coltish neck, across his shoulders and down his forearm as he grips into my waist. His orgasmic whine finally creeps out at the end of his convulsions and he slowly sags himself forward to rest on my back. I hear an echoing cry of joy from the other side of the room where Alex is in the throes of his own masturbatory climax. Not fully nude, but he has flipped his soccer jersey up over his neck and taken his shorts down to mid-thigh to enjoy himself while watching Romeo fuck me. I twist Romeo around and ease the man sized fuck toy out of his boy sized anus. He takes a deep sharp breath as it scratches his inner itch one more time on its way out. He sits with me side by side on the couch and I pat the cushion on the other side of me for Alex to join. He plops his exposed ass onto my thigh instead, and Romeo takes my other one in response. “Well Romeo that was all very impressive, you know everything we teach in grade five already, so we’ll get you into the gifted program.” I can see some pride in his smiling expression but I worry slightly that there’s a hint of arrogance in there too. I’ll have to watch his attitude. “Mr. Essex?” Alex asks from my right, “I don’t think I’m going to sign up after all, I hardly even did half of those things, the easier half, and only with a bigger boy not a full grown up.” He laughed from his nerves, yet also seemed relieved. “No worries. We’ll just take it slowly this year and get you ready on a pace with the rest of the class. I’m proud of you, knowing that you don’t want to rush into things.” I tussle his hair and he blushes at the praise, then timidly slips his hand over my still rigid cock, giving it a few unpracticed but curious tugs. He definitely wouldn’t have been ready, but at least he knows what he’s in for now. “Alright boys, unfortunately it’s almost time for me to lock up for today. Your tryouts must be starting soon so let’s get cleaned up.” I swat their butts to get them off of me, then we wipe down the toys and redress before I send them off for the night. They whisper to each other excitedly on their way out, Romeo glowing from his performance and Alex in sheer awe. “Can I try some of those out tonight?” is the last I hear as they turn out into the quiet hallways.