Subject: handjob treat
 
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 and cleared
the desk, pulling my computer monitor closer for my evening treat; one I'd
been looking forward to all day.
 
The previous evening I had wandered through the Nifty Archive and found a
story that, for some reason, really turned me on. It was called `Teaching
the Boy'. Not that I am aware I am sexually interested in boys, far from it; I have a
lovely, liberal wife who is aware that I love erotic stories. She is also
aware I still indulged in playing with myself. Oh dear, that's a euphemism;
what I rally mean is that I love playing with my cock whilst reading sexy
stories. She just accepts it. In fact in turns her on at times. When we
are away from each other I often get her off on the phone telling her what
I'm doing whilst she fingers her clit -- but that's another story.
 
The screen lights up, I brought up the Archive and scroll down to the text.
It was still such a cock-hardener. I thought the second reading might well
be not as exciting; much of the excitement of an erotic fantasy is, of
course, in the head. But I was hard immediately. The story is about a
boy being seduced by a housemaster. Why was I being aroused? It hadn't
entered my mind before. Yet, here I was pulling my trousers down to release
my rampant cock from the confines of my boxer shorts so my finger tips
could caress it. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
 
My wife had, the previous week, suggested that because I liked her pubic
regions shaved that, perhaps, in the interests of equality, I should do the
same. She had a point. There is nothing I like better than laying in
between her legs, gently fingering apart her labia and playing with my
tongue on her clit until she orgasms. And shaven is much more of a turn-on.
So I had. She liked it. All the nicer to suck she had said and, who was I
to disagree. It looks good, I think. Makes a moderate circumcised cock look
bigger...well, I hope so. So I tossed off my trousers and shorts and kicked
them aside. I was going to enjoy this.
 
I played around with the scrolling and, although I am an extremely fast
reader, I thought `slow' would allow me to really indulge my self in the
story. Press go. And the boy is talking to the teacher who is making
tentative but obviously suggestive remarks. And the boy is responding.
Throb of cock. Then, he goes with him to his study. My cock is now twitching in my
fingers as I slowly move the skin.
 
"You ever sucked a cock before, huh, baby?"
 
No, he hasn’t yet, but he obviously wants to. Oh, he's going to suck it. I
have to stop. Don't want to come too soon; I want this thrill to last and
last. It's so nice. My eyes focused on the screen wanting it to get to the
next level of excitement.
 
"he grabbed his teacher's dick and slurped it in his hot little mouth."
 
I'm torn between wanting to come and waiting for the inevitable
conclusion. I look down and my cock seem enormous between my finger and
thumb as I gently, minutely maintain a point where I could shoot cum with
one more touch.
 
" his six and a half inches cock looked massive."
 
Oh yes. I could imagine how he felt. I touch my shaven balls gently and
then pressed down at the base of my cock so it looked longer. Stop. Stop.
Don't cum yet. Ignore the noise. Focus on what is happening.
 
"Ngh-ahhh! Unh! Oh yess...! S-so
 
Got to cum. Got to cum. And then I am aware somewhere in the back of my
mind my wife is there, at the open door of my study. She is watching,
quietly. Watching with that wry smile she has. Too late. Spasm, spasm,
spasm and cum running down my hand.
 
"That looked enjoyable. What are you looking at? Let me read it." So she does, gently holding my cock
as she scrolls through the text.
 
And later? Well later in bed she says how good it was; how we could do it
again; how I could find another cock-sucking story and she could watch, or
join in or play with my cock for me. I get rock hard again thinking about
it. And I suggest she could fanaticize about being licked and sucked by
another woman and talk to me about it as I tormented her clit. Or, she suggests, perhaps
it would be interesting to imagine I was being sucked off by one of the
boys when she slowly blew me. Or perhaps I would really like to try on of
the boys. Wow! Now that is an idea I think I would really like.
 
 
Should there be a follow up? 
 
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