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Peter's Past Posing Pictures (The Model Teacher)
Peter Prentice had anticipated some lean years at university but he quickly discovered just how exhausting an experience it would be. After just a few months he had found that studying all week and then working all weekend was too much. So, when he was offered the chance to make good money in a short time, he jumped at the chance. Not only that, Peter was flattered to be scouted by a modelling agency.
He was halfway through his first year and was eighteen years old. Peter's first time in the fitting rooms had been both eye-opening and nerve-wracking. Nearly naked (and sometimes fully naked) young men walked around while getting dressed or getting make-up applied. It was noisy and flirtatious and Peter was nervous the whole time. He didn't think it would be possible to get used to the organised chaos but the environment, while competitive, was friendly and professional.
After a few months, Peter was less nervous. He was the one making eighteen-year-old novice models nervous by walking about shirtless and sometimes only in boxers or briefs. Peter was used to modelling shirts, sometimes open to expose his athletic physique. He'd modelled shorts too, revealing long, thin legs that were not quite hairless but feathery and the colour so closely matched his skin so that through the lens it was sometimes hard to tell. When the agency asked Peter to pose half-naked, he was excited about the opportunity, especially because the pay was so good. However, when the day came and he discovered which half, Peter hesitated.
By half naked, they had not meant shirtless.
"It's not really half naked when you think about it..." said the photographer. "You'll have shoes and socks on."
"Yea..." Peter replied. "It's not really those body parts I'm worried about."
Peter wouldn't have any trousers, shorts or underwear on!
However, Peter felt committed to it and didn't feel he would back out. Even though it pushed his comfort boundaries, he continued. His genitals and arse were strategically covered but his shirttails and a book, his legs emphasised by the black socks that came halfway up his calves.
Peter felt faintly silly being photographed in a V-neck jumper, shirt and tie with socks and shoes and nothing else below the waist but it was rather fun and the photographer was both hot and professional. Kaleb joked with Peter and encouraged him, nurtured him and eventually...
Well, over the years that followed, Peter pushed his boundaries even further.
His friends knew about his modelling and they teased him but he had money and they didn't. They teased him less when the vodka was coming from his wallet. Charlie, a friend and roommate was particularly prone to teasing him, trying to embarrass him by bringing it up at parties and so on but Peter always thought Charlie was a bit jealous.
It was hard to tease him when Peter was tall, over six foot, with a desirable body shape and an enviable bank balance. His body hair was unimpressive but otherwise, Peter was an incredible specimen. He never told anyone about how far beyond modelling his modelling career progressed but he always wondered if Charlie knew. Charlie became less of a friend and more of a friendly rival and eventually nothing more than a polite acquaintance.
The modelling stopped after Peter graduated. He did a postgraduate in education and taught in a few different schools. Peter was now teaching at the Lord George Boys School - an all-boys private school. He found them to be arrogant, haughty and entitled – both the teachers and the students. He had taken the seven months ago and despite their privileged attitudes, he liked the all – by and large. Now in his early thirties, Peter had all but forgotten about his modelling days. They were behind him. Or so he thought...
Peter's Sixth Form class arrived to the ground-floor classroom in fits and starts. It was a Monday afternoon in late in spring and exams were fast approaching. One wall of the room had large windows, almost floor to ceiling, that faced the school courtyard but Peter had drawn the blinds to keep the room cool.
Peter always offered extra help to his students when the GCSE's and A-Levels were approaching and he usually had no classes on Monday afternoon. The study group only had twelve boys from Year 12 and 13, each walking into warm classroom – unseasonably hot for the time of year. Most of the boys walked in but, to be exact, Rory swaggered in.
Rory Hart was short and thin but wiry – a gymnast who was both charming and bolshy. He was only five foot six inches tall, several inches shorter than his peers and more than half a foot shorter than his teacher. Peter Prentice was so much taller than Rory that the boy's head could tuck under the teacher's chin. However, Rory was hot and he knew it and while he was not the most popular boy in school, he was well-liked and respected.
"I saw you at the weekend sir," Rory announced once the class of twelve boys had settled.
"In Tesco or the Botanic Gardens?" Peter asked glibly.
There was a titter of laughter.
"Online," Rory responded.
The atmosphere in the room changed.
Peter had always encouraged student to use the Bluetooth projector to show their homework or presentations or to participate in discussions. So, when Rory cast Peter's pictures from nearly sixteen years ago onto the big screen at the front of the class, he was mortified. The jumper, the books over his groin, his parted thighs, the shoes and socks...
The next picture still covered his privates but he was shirtless and one armpit was exposed. The arms of the jumper were tied around his neck, leaving most of his chest in view and the books were lower. His thighs were very finely layered with almost invisible hair but his pubes and treasure trail were just visible enough to emphasise his physique and his nakedness.
"Wow, sir!"
"Yikes!"
"You're hot, Mr Prentice. Do you still look like that?"
Peter was stunned by the pictures. He had only been eighteen when those pictures were taken – barely older than the boys in the classroom.
"Ok, Rory. That's enough. This is totally inappropriate..." Peter tried to nonchalantly take control.
"I bet you still have a great physique, sir," Rory said. "Great legs, amazing abs..."
Peter's heart was racing. He was embarrassed and scared. Fuck, his students had just seen those old pictures – what if the whole school found out? What if the school administration found out and fired him? He'd only joined the faculty seven months ago. It wasn't his fault a boy had unearthed those pictures and shared them in his class.
"My friend Charlie couldn't humiliate me, Rory; you won't succeed either. Stop this now, or..." Peter admonished.
The classroom door opened.
"Mr Prentice, can I speak to you?"
Peter was lucky and relieved that the Head Master hadn't looked at the screen where he was still nearly naked. Topless, jumper around his neck, shoes and socks... Peter stepped out of the room without calling attention to it.
The moment Peter was gone, Rory was on his feet. He snooped until he found Peter's phone which was very unwisely unlocked. Rory looked for the name Charlie and sent a message:
[My name is Rory. I am in Year 12 and Peter is my teacher. I found some of his old modelling pictures. He said you used to try and embarrass him but couldn't. I'd like to try. Do you have something I could use?]
Rory included his contact details and sent the message, deleted Peter's record of it and then stashed the phone. Rory returned to his desk and was fizzing with excitement. He had anticipated the reply would take a while so he was surprised to get a message from whoever Charlie was before Peter had even re-entered the room. A message and attachments.
"Oh! My! God!" Rory said out loud.
"What?" someone asked.
"You'll see," Rory said – this was too good to share prematurely.
Peter came back into the room and closed the door. He glanced at the screen which had not changed since he left: the jumper around his shoulders, his bare chest, the books over his groin, the shoes and socks...
"Ok Rory, you've had your laugh. It's time for class now and I'm not looking at the screen again until those pictures are off the screen," Peter said.
"Those pictures?" Rory challenged.
Peter nodded with the most serious and stern expression he could manage.
"Hmmm..." Rory replied.
Onto the screen, Rory cast the first of three images sent by Charlie.
Peter. Naked. Flaccid. Uncovered.
There was a collective intake of air as the entire Year 12 and 13 class saw their teacher's penis exposed on screen. It was from a different photoshoot so there were no books, no shoes or socks – nothing. Even though fifteen or sixteen years must have passed, the nineteen-year-old model was very clearly recognisable as their teacher.
The most surprising thing was that the man's flaccid penis was surprisingly big. It looked four or five inches long; a thick tube with the foreskin open enough for everyone to see the slit from which piss and cum would splash.
Despite the agog expressions of the twelve boys in the room, Peter refused to be baited. He said he wouldn't look at the screen so he kept looking at Rory and tried again to caution him.
"Rory, I'm serious. I'm not playing this game anymore. Take that picture off the screen," Peter said seriously.
"That picture? Ok..." Rory replied.
Peter didn't look but he was concerned by another collective gasp as the totally naked and full-frontal image was replaced by a shot of the teacher on all fours, proffering his hairless hole and peachy ass to the room. Peter was looking over his shoulders with a grin while his testicles and penis sagged between his beautiful, silky thighs.
"Fucking hell!"
"Jesus."
"Eh... sir?"
Giggles.
A few looked embarrassed but Peter didn't know why. The teacher refused to be baited.
"You have one more chance, Rory. I know it's hilarious that I used to model but it's time to start the class. Take the pictures off the screen," Peter said - still facing the class, his back to the screen.
"Oh, one more..." Rory said.
"No!" Peter replied.
"Yes!" the Sixth Form replied.
The final picture was Peter on his knees, his calves in view as they projected at an obtuse angle behind him. Peter was still totally naked but this time he had his arms behind his head to expose pits with meagre scrub of hair that suited his apparently smooth chest and fluffed pubes. Also, Peter's cock was hard.
Fully hard!
The nineteen-year old's cock was well over eight inches long and thick, the foreskin not quite pulled back all the way. The whole class could see ooze emerging from the big, mushroom head. His scrotum was a tight sac suspended beneath the massive erection.
"Oh my fucking god!"
The exclamation finally made Peter turn and when he saw himself he blanched. Peter had been well pair for that photo shoot and what happened after. The images of him stark naked and hard remained exposed to the Sixth Formers and Peter was too shocked to move for a moment.
"Turn it off, Rory," Peter said at last, almost quietly.
Rory sneered and allowed an extended quiet that was filled with giggles and murmuring.
"Rory! Turn it off," Peter commanded – he didn't need to shout.
Rory complied.
"Class is over. Everyone get out," Peter said while trying control his humiliation.
"But sir, I need help with my Shakespeare," complained one of the other lads.
"He is the most wretched of men who has never felt adversity," Peter replied.
"I don't know what that means!" the lad exclaimed as he was propelled towards the front of the room by his mates.
"For obvious reasons..." Peter added before they actually reached the door. "None of you are to talk about those pictures. I'll see to it anyone who does is expelled before exam day. You do not have my consent to talk about or share those pictures."
The lads all looked awkward – would they have blabbed about the pictures? Told everyone? Outed their favourite teacher? Yet, they didn't look chastised. The private school boys all looked like they thought it was very unlikely they would get expelled over something as trivial as sharing naked pictures of a teacher. However, they were also embarrassed for him and felt Rory had gone too far.
All but one of the teens looked abashed. Rory was still preening as the others left the room.
Peter didn't know what to do with him – the boy had found and displayed naked pictures of him. Could Peter tell the Head Teacher? Would he be fired? Rory was already three steps ahead of the man. He crossed the room and closed the door and then locked it.
"Rory, I think you should leave," Peter said.
He had been indecisive before but he was certain that if they young lad wanted privacy, it was a bad idea.
"I'm not going anywhere," Rory replied cockily. "Strip."
"What?" Peter replied.
The boy stood a few metres in front of him and crossed his arms, his white shirtsleeves hugged Rory's arms. Rory looked up to the man – he had to because the schoolboy was eight or nine inches shorter than his teacher.
"I want to see you naked in real life," Rory responded.
"Absolutely not!" Peter objected.
Rory uncrossed his arms and reached into his trouser pocket. He tapped his phone and the screen at the front of the room reactivated to display not a picture of Peter but a video. He was twenty years old and had a cock in his mouth. The man was still dressed but Peter was been naked and hard. The video played with the sound of slurping as Peter drank the juice of a cock.
"Imagine if I played this at assembly," Rory proposed.
"You'd be expelled," Peter threatened.
"So? School's over in a few weeks? I can sit my exams somewhere else," Rory said casually. "Besides, I wouldn't be expelled. My father and his toyboy are on the school board. So is my uncle and his husband... and their boyfriend."
Peter didn't know if Rory was telling the truth or not but he acted untouchable even if he was lying. Peter tried a different tactic.
"You don't have my consent to share that video. It's a crime..." Peter started to say.
"I'm going to stop you right there," Rory interrupted. "I know all this. But I don't care. It would be totally worth it just to show you sucking dick to every boy in this school. Fuck, I'm getting a boner just thinking about it."
"Why?" Peter asked.
"I'm not a very good person," Rory admitted. "I'm horny and you are so fucking hot. Also, you might have the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen."
"How many cocks have you seen?" Peter found himself asking.
Not a question a teacher should ask a teenage pupil.
"Quite a lot. I like sucking cock and I'm a power bottom," Rory announced conversationally.
"I am not getting naked for you," Peter said.
However, Peter was unconvincing because he was a submissive top.
"Of course you will. You don't want to but you will..." Rory said arrogantly. "Because you don't want anyone to see that video or those pictures... blackmail is such an ugly word."
"I didn't say you were blackmailing me," Peter said – he hadn't used the word because he was trying to tip toe around the unhinged boy.
"I know. But I am blackmailing you so I thought I should mention it," Rory sniggered.
Peter hesitated and Rory pounced on the fact the teacher was even considering it. Rory looked at his phone and grinned.
"Do I need to put the video of you fucking the ginger guy on screen or are you going to go back to your roots and strip off for me?" Rory sneered. "Model for me, Mr Prentice."
Rory tried to sound sweet and reassuring instead of a manipulative and blackmailing little shit.
"I haven't modelled like that since I was twenty-one," Peter said.
"Then you need the practice," Rory replied coldly.
"Do... do you promise not to show anyone..." Peter said.
"I promise," Rory replied.
"You can't film me," Peter insisted.
Infuriatingly, Rory shrugged as if the thought never crossed his mind or he wasn't remotely bothered by the caveat. Peter thought must be out of his mind – Rory was a school boy. The teacher knew he shouldn't do this but he believed Rory would carry out his threat and he couldn't let that happen either.
Rory put his phone in his pocket after turning off the historical video of Peter's sucking.
Peter pulled on the knot of his tie and slipped it from his collar. He undid his shirt button by button, starting at the top and working down. When he pulled his shirt open, it revealed a chest that was still as smooth as when he was nineteen. The hair under his arms was scant, revealing itself as Peter shrugged off the shirt. Rory almost laughed at the man – a great physique that was contrasted with pathetic hair growth.
Peter pulled his feet out of his shoes, standing briefly in socked feet. His eyes met Rory's for a second and Peter decided not to give the teenager the satisfaction of telling him to remove them. Peter might have been much taller than Rory, but the small lad was very much in control. Peter lifted his feet one at a time and pulled off each sock. Peter had big, size 13 feet compared to Rory's size 8's. Peter reached for his belt and released it, opening his trousers and pushing them down while trying to hide the shame he felt.
Peter's thighs and lower legs were still lean but they also looked hairless – the merge hair, downy and soft, still blended with his skin until it was invisible. Rory smirked at the man's legs – he had smooth legs too but he was only a boy. Rory expected his teacher to be more masculine. Peter certainly had the height and muscles but he looked so smooth.
Peter was wearing boxer shorts and when the man pulled his legs out and dumped the trousers on the floor beside him with the rest of his clothing. His penis had room to move inside the boxers but even flaccid, it was big and offered a prominent bulge.
"Naked, sir," Rory said impatiently. "Hurry up!"
Peter could not believe he was letting a Sixth Former talk to him like this. A Lower Sixth teenager at that. He couldn't believe he'd gotten himself into this situation – one item away from naked with a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old student waiting for him to get fully nude.
Peter hesitantly tugged his boxers down a few centimetres and then a few more so the bush of pubes above his dick appeared. Well, less a bush or shrub and more of a herb garden. The pubes above his dick was mousy and fluffy. Peter reached into his boxers with one hand, cupping his genitals and gripping his boxers with the other hand. The teacher finally pushed his boxers all the way down to his ankles where they bundled around his feet.
"My goodness," Rory said with unconcealed awe – looking from Peter's legs to his chest and back up to his face.
Peter blushed but didn't reply – but he did add his other hand to the coverage of his penis and testes. He hated that he was naked with a fully clothed boy in school uniform – embarrassed and ashamed. Peter had to look down on the small lad but his personality and nature were big and tall, overpowering the man.
"Step out of them," Rory said and stepped closer.
Peter stepped out of them.
"I think we've gone far enough now," Peter said without conviction.
He would do anything to stop Rory releasing his past posing pictures. Rory didn't even bother arguing with the teacher. He smirked at Peter and stepped within arm's reach. Rory reached forward and gripped each of Peter's wrists with a hand.
"Rory, please..." Peter said.
"Just a peek," Rory replied.
The boy had a surprisingly strong grip but he was a gymnast with the talent to turn professional. It shouldn't be a surprise the lad was strong. Rory pulled each of Peter's hands until they let go of his genitals and he was exposed at last to the schoolboy. His penis was a flaccid five inches of thick and meaty dick. Peter hung his head, shamefaced and humiliated while Rory sniggered at the impressive manhood.
"That is amazing," Rory complimented.
Just as Peter was about to lift his head and shake off his embarrassment, Rory spoke again.
"You have as much hair as I do and I'm only sixteen. Have you always been so boyish, Mr Prentice?" Rory asked condescendingly.
Peter stood with his hands by his side. He resisted the urge to cover his genitals again because the only thing worse than having them exposed would be having them exposed again. His floppy five inches dangled between his feather dusted thighs.
"Rory, can I get dressed now?" Peter asked pleadingly.
"I'll let you know when. You should stop asking and just do as I ask, you might even enjoy it," Rory replied with irritation. "Be a good boy and I won't share your filthy pictures from the past."
Rory's voice carried annoyance at having to admonish and blackmail Peter again. Peter had accepted he would do anything to keep the pictures from his university years secret – and the sex videos – and he was now coming to accept he would literally do anything.
Rory, cute in his school uniform of tie, shirt and trousers, was not Peter's type. Too young for one – Peter was about twenty years older. Peter was also a teacher and Rory a student; at sixteen, the boy was old enough to consent to whatever filth he had planned in his head but as a teacher, Peter's career was in grave danger if anyone found out.
Distracted, Peter hadn't noticed Rory kneeling in front of him but he felt the teenager's hands on his thighs, caressing the sides – his fingertips nearly touching Peter's buttocks. Then Rory leaned in and wiped Peter's penis all over his face. Peter gasped but didn't move or complain this time. Rory felt the thick but floppy dick on his cheek, nose and lips as he rubbed his face in his teacher's groin.
It was fucking magnificent.
"Oh... my god, Rory," Peter gasped.
Feeling his penis being smothered all over the boy's face was surprisingly... interesting.
"You have short pubes. Do you trim?" Rory asked.
"N- no," Peter replied.
Rory laughed openly at the man.
"Good thing you have such a goof physique because you've got all the hair of a pubescent boy," Rory degraded him.
Rory dropped his face lower so he could nuzzle Peter's testicles with his nose, sniffing them loudly. The boy was sniffing moist ball and Peter was the one who was embarrassed. Peter's foreskin-enclosed penis poked Rory's eye as he enjoyed the sensation of the heavy meat on his face.
"You're as big soft as I am hard," Rory admitted without embarrassment.
Peter was not ready to hear for a sixteen-year-old boy talking about the size of his erection. Peter was even less prepared for Rory opening his mouth and licking the pliable prick.
"Rory!" Peter said.
Rory ignored Mr Prentice's protests and, anticipating resistance, slid his small hands onto Peter's buttocks, gripping the globes and holding the teacher immobile with his muscular arms. Rory dragged his tongue all over Peter's penis, even licking the short stack of pubes above it.
To his mortification, Peter started to get hard. He was a man being molested by a teenage boy and he hated to admit he was enjoying it. He could not be blamed for the involuntary response of arousal but that was not what was happening. Peter liked what the student was doing.
Peter looked down at the schoolboy in his shirt and school tie. Rory was small for his age – compact but muscular. Rory was big, tall man and he was starting to enjoy being overpowered by the little man.
"Excellent!" Rory said when he saw Peter's penis starting to respond.
As Peter got hard, Rory started to kiss and lick the whole of the big dick. He was careful not to take it into his mouth – not yet. Rory just wanted see the teacher's hard-on.
"Fucking hell. It's even bigger than I imagined," Rory said. "You must have measured it. Tell me how big your dick is, sir."
"Twenty-three centimetres," Peter admitted.
"Your cock is over nine inches long?" Rory converted the measurement. "Fuck me!"
It was clear the boy had chosen the exclamation deliberately. Rory admired the fat, engorged cock in front of his face – amazed as it reached full mast. The fuck stick must have been over six inched in girth!
"You have a boner now, sir," Rory goaded. "Do you like being naked in front of me?"
"Rory... I want to get dressed," Peter said unconvincingly – he did want to get dressed but he was excited and horny too.
"I want you to play along and make me happy. And stop complaining," Rory replied (the "or else" was implied). "Do you like being naked in front of me, Mr Prentice?"
"Yes," Peter replied.
"You like being hard in front of sixteen-year-old boys, sir?" Rory said meanly.
"Yes, Rory. I like being hard in front of boys," Peter lied in agreement.
In all his years as a teacher, the idea had literally never occurred to him. The faux confession didn't feel right but Peter also knew that he was enjoying this moment – a lot more than he was supposed to.
"Sit down in your chair, sir," Peter instructed.
Peter was surprised to be let go but it wouldn't last. Sitting in his chair, behind his desk, the teacher imagined what it would be like if his classroom was full. A naked man sitting at the front of his class while twenty to thirty schoolboys looked at him. What if the blinds had not been drawn and... his imagination ran away with him...
The class would be able to see his smooth, toned, topless torso. As he stood up, his impressive but slightly rounded abdomen would appear. His penis, big even when soft would come into view next. Then his boyish thighs. What would it be like to teach them all in the nude? What would it be like to turn so they could see his muscular back and tight glutes? And what if the thirty boys watched as his penis got hard and...
Peter was disgusted with himself that the scenario had even played out in his head.
Sitting, Peter's erection stood proudly from his groin. Rory squatted in front of it and reached forward with his hand. His first grip of the mighty organ. Peter's cock was so big and Rory's hand so small that the student couldn't even close his hand around the thick and throbbing hard-on.
"It's so big!" Rory said, completely awestruck. "Honestly, I've seen a lot of dicks and this is the biggest fucker I've ever set eyes on."
This was the second time that Rory had suggested he had seen a lot of dicks.
"Rory, what do you mean you've seen a lot of dicks?" Peter asked.
"I've been sucking and fucking for a couple of years now," Rory replied casually.
A couple of years? Rory would have been fourteen.
"Fuck, look at this thing," Rory said. "Nine inches..."
Rory was stroking the massive dick with his small hand. It glided up and down the shaft which felt simultaneously hot and firm but also yielding and pliable. Rory's firm grip could feel the ridge of the bloated head of Peter's cock. Rory was so engrossed that he gripped the boner with both hands, one gripping tightly around the base of the shaft, fingers touching the scrotum. The other hand stroked above the first, sliding up and down the rest of the massive shaft.
Gripping the root of the shaft left five inches of cock protruding from his first.
Peter bit his lip as he watched the small young man with little hands jerking his cock. The fact he was a boy was bad enough but the taboo and disgrace of it was exacerbated by the school uniform.
"I'm going to suck it now," Rory said.
Peter's heart was racing as the lad leaned over and pulled the foreskin all the way back. He gazed at the glistening head while inching his lips closer. Rory planted his pursed lips on the sticky head and then licked the underside where the sensitive frenulum sent waves of pleasure through Peter's body.
How had it come to this, Peter wondered? How had it come to him being naked with a sixteen-year-old sucking his cock? Those damn pictures from his university days! It didn't even occur to Mr Prentice that someone had helped Rory find the X-rated pictures and videos. The man assumed Rory had found them for himself.
Rory's mouth opened wide as he tried to take the cock into his mouth and realised it might be too big. It delighted the teenager – he enjoyed a challenge. Rory's lips parted wider, sinking the fat cock into his throat. Rory's mouth was warm and wet and within a minute both cock and mouth were sloppy with saliva and precum.
Peter put his hands on Rory's head, feeling the soft hair beneath his fingertips. He didn't press too hard though – by nature Peter had never been a particularly dominant sexual partner. Hadn't Rory said he was a power bottom? Was Peter unconsciously acquiescing to Rory even when the boy couldn't speak?
Rory pulled his head up, hands on Peter's thighs as he levered himself straight. Rory gulped in air, his eyes level with Peter's hairless chest.
"It's too big," Rory said breathlessly.
"Thanks," Peter said bashfully.
"It's too big to suck..." Rory laughed.
Peter was almost disappointed that the boy was giving up on sucking him but then the teacher admonished himself. He shouldn't be disappointed that a student can't give him fellatio. Rory stood up, still looking small in front of the seated six-foot three-inch man. Peter's relief that the ordeal might be over was short lived.
"...So, I guess I'm going to have to sit on it," Rory added.
"What?!" Peter replied.
"I mentioned I'm a power bottom, right?" Rory said as if that settled things.
"Rory... no... no..." Peter replied. "Absolutely not."
Rory didn't even acknowledge the half-hearted protest. Instead, he slipped off his shoes and hopped from foot to foot as he pulled off his socks. Peter saw that Rory's small, size 8 feet were hairless – ten little toes looked almost manicured and good enough to suck... if you're into that kind of thing. Rory unfastened his trousers and pulled them open, pushing them down his legs without ceremony. Rory's legs were not unlike Peter's; Peter may be taller and have a more masculine physique compared to Rory's athletic build but their legs were equally hairless. Rory's thighs were smooth and as he hopped from foot to foot to pull his trousers off, Rory's silky calves and shins gripped Peter's attention.
"Rory, you should stop," Peter said.
The man was mortified when he looked at the boy's underpants. Rory was wearing briefs – white with red cars, blue planes and yellow busses on them.
Rory caught Peter staring at them and chuckled.
"Do you like my little boy pants, sir?" Rory asked.
There was a dent in the front of the underpants but it was modest at best. Rory was not embarrassed by this lack of show. He was used to wearing a tight singlet for gymnastics and the men he spent his time with, for money obviously, always seemed to get a kick out of his boyishness. He was a boy after all.
Rory slid the briefs down, exposing a small nub of a penis protruding from his groin. Above the one-and-a-half-inch willy was a short stack of mousy pubes. The teen was still wearing his tie and white school shirt which hung down over the pathetic boyhood but Peter briefly saw a lovely little tummy. His gymnastics created a tight and toned abdomen that was totally hairless – there was no trail from the oval belly button to his short pubic patch.
Despite posing all those years ago, Peter still struggled with his body image. He offset insecurity about the unimpressive hair on his chest or underarms or legs with satisfaction about his penis size – both flaccid and hard. Rory on the other hand was short, even for his age; he was smooth, even for his age; and his penis was stubby. But he was totally unashamed and shameless.
The boy had turned to retrieve something from his schoolbag - thus displaying his arse to Peter. It was a perfect pair of mounds – lovely, fleshy cheeks of smooth skin with a puckered pink hole hiding in between. When he faced the teacher again, Rory was holding a bottle of lube.
"You bring lube to school?" Peter asked incredulously.
"Don't leave home without it," Rory grinned. "I never know when one of the football team might want to tap my ass."
"There are some things I'd rather not know," Peter said.
"Half the study group fuck me for fun... more than half, actually," Rory offered despite Peter's disinterest.
Rory squirted lube onto his hand and grabbed Peter's dick that had started to wilt.
"Sh-shit," Peter said as his cock was returned to full hardness.
His erection was so slippery, there was a bet sound as Rory stroked him. Peter was about to assert that they didn't need to do this but he knew Rory wanted it and he didn't want to admit it... but he wanted to do it too.
Peter was still sitting in his chair when Rory turned his back on the teacher and lowered himself to sit in the man's lap – and on his giant cock. Rory reached around behind him, holding the man's erection just beneath the head as he dropped his arse lower.
The head of Peter's cock made contact with the crack of Rory's bum, the cheeks parted and Rory lowered himself gently until his hole made contact with the head of his teacher's monstrous, nine-inch cock. Rory shuddered with pleasure as he moved his hands from Peter's cock to his thighs. Rory's small hands on the big man's surprisingly smooth thighs allowed him to lower himself slowly. Controlling his penetration, Rory looked over his shoulder to look at his teacher's face. Peter's big, fat cock was sliding inside the teenager and his face betrayed the pleasure he was feeling at fucking the boy. The head of Peter's cock glided into Rory's anus, the sphincter parting and the ring tightening around his hard dick.
"Oh my god," Peter said.
"Oh my god," Rory agreed.
Peter put his hands on Rory's back, caressing the softness of his school shirt but then he slid his hands under the bottom of the shirt to stroke the bare skin of his back. Rory lowered himself down and inch, then two, then four. The schoolboy then levered himself up and lowered himself again before the manly hard-on could pop out.
Rory continued to lower and lift himself, adding an inch each time. Rory was sweating now, his shirt damp and even his feet were growing slippery with sweat so they slipped against the floor.
"Fucking hell, you're so big," Rory panted, almost crying.
It was pure pleasure but the size of the man could not be understated. Being double fucked hadn't stretched Rory's hole like this – nine inches was the most incredible sensation he'd ever felt. Rory had managed to take over seven inches of Peter's cock inside him but he had to pull up. Peter's throbbing, veiny erection slid out of the boy butt and slapped against his abdomen.
Rory turned to look at the man – he had loosened himself up but Rory was experienced enough to know his fucking would take multiple positions. Rory's penis still wasn't hard – Peter saw and was surprised. Rory liked it this way – he sometimes found penetration distracting and although cumming while getting fucked or just after it was an amazing orgasm, arousal itself when his arse was being split was something within his control.
"Touch it," Rory said after catching Peter's gaze. "Touch my willy, Mr Prentice."
Rory took one of Peter's hand and made the man touch his little penis. The short and stubby button of boy dick was soft in Peter's hand. The man could also feel Rory's almost smooth scrotum – the hair that was there was furry and fuzzy. Peter looked in Rory's eyes, trying to think how he could possibly look at this boy again knowing what they had done and what was still to come.
Rory inched closer, his penis growing an inch inside his teacher's hand. Rory removed the man's hand and stood with Peter's legs between his own. This time he was facing Peter as he aimed to sit in his lap again, guiding the dick against his hole and lowing himself again.
Peter closed his eyes as it happened. He was barebacking a sixteen-year-old schoolboy.
Rory felt the pressure of Peter's unwrapped cock against his tight boy hole and started to once again slide the shaft inside himself inch by inch. Peter grunted – frustration at the pleasure but denied orgasm, he thrust up inside the teen. Peter let out a yelp but then giggled and allowed the final inch and a half to enter him.
"Open your fucking eyes," Rory ordered.
Peter obeyed, looking at the sweet face of the malevolent teenager. He could not believe that his entire cock was inside the small lad. The compact, gymnastic boy looked like he'd be split in two by such a big cock. Instead, Rory seemed absolutely delighted. Rory bounced up and down on the cock while his own, half-turgid dick flopped around in his lap. Rory wrapped his arms around Peter's neck and kissed him on the lips. It was not an intimate or romantic gesture. It was sexual and heated.
Although Rory decaled himself to be a power bottom and he had been in charge until now, Peter took the initiative and stood up, his arms around Rory's back while Rory's arms were around his neck. Rory wrapped his legs around Peter's waist, crossing his ankles at the small of the teacher's back.
Rory remained impaled on Peter's dick as the teacher stood naked and bare foot at the front of his classroom. Peter thrust his hips up and down while Rory hopped his ass up and down, each acting against and with each other.
Peter moved his hands to Rory's smooth, tight, muscular thighs; Peter stoked them and finally reached between them to touch the unaroused penis again. Rory and Peter were grunting and whining now, neither sure if the sound was carrying to other rooms but hoping not.
Peter defied Rory's expectations by only briefly touching the little prick before combing his fingers through the short pubes above and then working his fingers under the shirt to play with the teenager's bellybutton. Fuck, the boy had absolutely solid abs!
Peter turned around on the spot, facing his desk, and then pulling his hands from under Rory's shirt and moving them to his butt. Holding Rory's ass, he took a step towards his desk and tipped the schoolboy forward.
Rory could still feel the shaft of the giant dick inside him. He held on tight was his teacher lay him on the desk. Once Rory's back was flat against the hard surface, the sixteen-year-old extended with both arms to grip the edge of the desk. Peter thrust inside – pushing and pulling his nine-inch cock into the guts of the proud and manipulative teenager.
Peter reached forward and grabbed Rory's school shirt, ripping it open with all his strength. Rory looked surprised by the passionate and aggressive gesture – shirt buttons flying and the material itself tearing with the force of the destruction.
Rory's bare chest was, Peter had to admit, amazing to behold. The gymnastic lad had a solid, muscular figure – compacted into a five-foot six frame. As Peter pumped harder, Rory wrapped his legs around Peter's middle again.
"Cum inside me, Mr Prentice. Breed me," Rory said.
Peter's hips slapped against Rory's petite ass. The smacking sound punctuated grunts and moans from both man and boy. When Peter finally arrived at his climax, he held onto Rory's silky-smooth thighs and held himself inside.
"Oh fuck, sir. Oh fuck! Oh... fuck!!!"
When the man finally came inside the boy, he flooded the teenager's guts with jizz. Ropes of it gushed from his cock, exacerbated by the tightness of the hole and the beauty of the figure. Peter's cock was hot and slippery, the nine-inch shaft sliding out of the teenage hole and releasing final spurts of creamy man seed across the gaping pink entrance and the smooth perineum.
"Push it back in," Rory said hastily. "Push the snot back in the slot."
Peter obeyed though he wasn't sure why – plunging his long, hard, fat cock through the sludge of his own spunk back inside the domineering schoolboy who whined with pleasure. Peter's legs were weak with exertion but Rory didn't give him a moment to recover.
"Pull out. Now!" Rory demanded. "Lie on the floor."
Peter obeyed automatically but bewilderedly. The tall man lay on the floor, his head towards the classroom door and his bare feet towards his own desk. Rory trembled to his feet, looming over his teacher before waddling a few steps. As exquisite an experience as it had been, Rory ass was sore. He couldn't walk straight after being fucked but a massive nine inches. Rory gingerly squatting over Peter's face. Peter was aghast as Rory aimed his ass over his face and dipped it towards his mouth.
"Eat my ass, Mr Prentice. Eat your jizz straight from my hole," the filthy teenager demanded.
The sixteen-year-old shoved his smooth hole in Peter's mouth. Peter opened wide and his tongue lapped at the smooth, hairless, sweet, pink hole that was flavoured with the stickiness and creaminess of fresh ejaculate.
Peter was utterly humiliated. He was naked in his own classroom, had just fucked a student, came inside his ass and was now eating his own cum from the naked pupil's gaping pink sphincter. Rory laughed as he felt a grown man rim him. Mr Prentice's tongue was lapping inside his ass, sweeping across the hole and licking it clean. Once Rory was satisfied the man was thoroughly degraded, he moved from a squat to a kneel. The boy was still moving tentatively in his post fucking pleasure-pain.
Rory kneeled over Peter's face and wiped his balls all over his teacher's eyes, nose and mouth.
"Put my balls in your mouth," Rory demanded. "Open, now!"
Peter complied and suckled the almost smooth eggs. The testicles of the short teenager were ample and plump – after all, he hadn't cum yet. Peter had just enough time to contemplate this before he saw the two-inch slug of a penis start to grow. Rory pulled his eggs from his teacher's mouth and tipped his still semi-soft willy into Peter's mouth.
"Make me hard, Mr Prentice. Get it nice and wet," Rory said.
Rory grinned as he pulled his arms out of the ruined shirt and was finally naked with the gorgeous man who was his teacher. Meanwhile, Peter found himself suckling on the pliable tube of flesh as it grew fatter and longer. With the sixteen-year-old now totally naked, Peter put his hand on Rory's smooth thighs as the boy dumped his groin in his teacher's face. Peter could see a small patch of pubes above the growing penis but otherwise his body was smooth and sweet.
"Oh my god, you're making me so hard," Rory declared.
Rory pulled his firm dick from Peter's mouth and dragged it across the man's face – just like he'd done with his silky sac. Peter could feel the wetness of his mouth on the four-inch tube of boy dick as it was swept across his cheeks, nose, eyes and lips.
"Just imagine if someone walked in right now, Mr Prentice," Rory teased. "Oh... but I didn't want to do it... he made me... he tore my clothes and made me get naked with him..."
Rory's voice sounded so innocent, it scared Peter and reminded him that Rory had started all this with the threat of revealing his pictures.
"He put his cock inside me. I told him it hurt but he kept pushing it in..." Rory continued but broke into a laugh and could not keep up his own fantastic charade.
Rory angled his hardening dick down and Peter lifted his mouth to take it in his mouth again. Rory bit his lip as his erection was sucked by the teacher – his ass-fucking had taken the boy almost to the brink already. However, Rory wasn't done quite yet.
Rory surprised Peter by pulling his hard dick from his mouth. Rory clamoured to his feet and stood over then man. Five solid inches poked out from the boy's groin, it looked bigger because of the shortness of his pubic hair and his smaller stature. But it was still a very average dick size next to Peter's mammoth nine inches.
"Get up," Rory said.
Peter complied, staggering to his bare feet. Rory looked the man up and down again as he touched himself. Now he was upright, Peter towered over Rory. The teacher was a very tall man and the student, a short boy.
Rory stood in front of man, close enough to emphasise the full head height difference but Rory was more interested in down below. Delightedly, the boy measured his five-inch dick against the nine-inch cock. He was totally unashamed to be out measured.
"Put your hands on your desk," Rory commanded once he was done comparing.
Peter didn't know what Rory was up to now and it was disconcerting.
"Spread your legs," Rory whispered.
Peter felt a growing sense of impending fate. There was nothing he could do to avoid what Rory was about to do. The sixteen-year-old could still ruin his career and his life if he didn't play along but the man had never expected any of this.
"I'm a power bottom. Exclusively a bottom to be honest," Rory said. "But I can't pass up this chance..."
Rory pressed the tip of his dick against Peter's ass and the man felt the teenager manoeuvre his dick towards the ring.
"Rory, you shouldn't do this. You're only sixteen," Peter said.
Rory just chuckled and put one hand on Peter's back and the other he used to pull one cheek to look at the hole in his teacher's butt.
"Fuck, you're even hairless back here," Rory insulted the man.
Rory's dick was unlubricated except for precum and spit but with gentle, increasing and constant pressure, the hard-on slid inside. The man felt the boy dick inside him and it was pleasurable in a way Peter did not want to admit.
Rory slid his shaft in and out of the man a few times.
"I'm looking forward to sitting in your class from now on. Knowing I've been inside you," Rory said proudly.
Rory pulled out – his experiment with topping over. He had no real interest in it, though it was pleasurable, as he took great satisfaction with being in power from the bottom. Rory stepped back a couple of paces, enjoying the view of Peter's cheeks and a slimy trail where they met to form the crack.
"Turn and face me. Don't sit on your desk. I want you to look down on me," Rory said.
Peter had given up trying to figure out what Rory would do next. Rory just grinned at the man while he resumed stroking his five-inch protrusion.
"Look at you, nearly as hairless as me. What an embarrassment," Rory said.
Peter blushed.
"Your dick's gone soft. It's as big as mine hard," Rory commented.
Quite why Peter was the one who was embarrassed by this comment, the man was unable to figure out. He was flaccid and floppy at five inches while the teenager was fully erect at five inches at most. Rory continued to look up at the man as he stoked, paying particular attention to the head of his dick.
"Do you like what you see, Mr Prentice?" Rory asked.
Peter couldn't stop looking. Rory was a beautiful boy – his personality was arrogant and overbearing, commanding and forceful. But he was still just a boy. Peter had never thought about his students in this way. It had all happened because Rory had found his posing pictures from years ago.
"Don't you think I'm sexy?" Rory asked because Peter hadn't replied.
"Yes," Peter said – it felt like the right thing to say even if he didn't mean it.
Did he mean it?
"Don't look away. I want you to watch me playing with myself," Rory said.
Peter looked down at the boy as he masturbated. The man could not believe it had come to this to protect his reputation and career. He had to hope Rory was right and that the Sixth Formers from the study class who had seen his nude modelling pictures did not tell the whole school.
Rory stroked his five-inch prick, which was nothing compared to Peter's nine-inch cock yet the boy was much prouder.
"I'm happy you're watching me touch myself..." Rory said.
Peter, more scared to look away than to watch, observed the self-pleasuring mutely.
"...But I think I want to cum on your face. That would make me happy," Rory said. "You want to make me happy, don't you?"
"Yes. I want to make you happy," Peter replied.
When they had been caught up in the ecstasy of fucking it had been easy to loss himself and forget his predicament but Rory was a brash and arrogant teenager. He was a power bottom who wanted Peter to remember his place.
"Kneel down. Don't suck it. Just jerk me," Rory said.
Peter dropped to his knees and took the small cock in his hand. Five inches was not that small – very average, but not small. It only seemed tiny to Peter because he was so tall and so big and Rory was so petite and enjoyed emphasising how little he was.
Peter stroked the boy, feeling the softness of the hard flesh and silkiness of the ball sac underneath. His hands were so big that Peter could hold the prick and there was nothing left to slide through his fist. As Peter jerking the penis, Rory put his hands behind his head, showing off the small scrub of pubes beneath his arms. The hair above his dick and in his pits were meagre at best – just like Peter.
"Oh, I'm going to cum any second..." Peter warned. "Keep looking at me while you jerk me off, sir."
Rory's compact gymnastic body was enviable and gorgeous – if only he wasn't a student.
"Oh, there's one thing I... one thing you should know..." Rory said.
Peter felt his hand getting sticky from precum as it glided over the head of the boy stick.
"I'm not just talented gymnast. I'm clever too," Rory said.
Peter knew this. Rory was known for being arrogant but he really was clever.
"So, I skipped a year. Did you know that?" Rory said and he laughed out loud when confusion hit the teacher's face.
Cum was about to hit the teacher's face too but Rory was trying to time his orgasm perfectly. Peter continued to stroke the teenager's dick while the schoolboy continued to talk.
"When you took off all your clothes in front of me, when you fucked my ass, when you sucked my little willy... when I put my dick inside you... when you watched me masturbate... right now... as you jerk me off... Mr Prentice, I'm just a little schoolboy. I'm completely naked... and I'm only fifteen."
Peter gasped and his mouth fell open – just in time for Rory to blast it with warm and milky boy cream. The fifteen-year-old unloaded an unbelievable volley of jizz that dashed across his teacher's tongue and lips, shot into his eye and gushed onto his cheeks and chin.
"Oh fuck..." Peter said.
The teacher blinked rapidly and he felt boy cum flicker off his eyelashes. He could taste teenage seed on his lips and in spite of himself, he licked his lips and swallowed the spunk that had landed in his mouth.
"Are... are you lying?" Peter asked.
He had been a teacher for many years but was new to the school. He didn't really know if Rory was telling the truth or not. Had he really skipped a year?
"No," Rory laughed down in Peter's face. "Clean me off."
Peter was still holding the penis in his hand and when he took it in his mouth, it was sloppy and moist. Peter hesitated – he couldn't suck a fifteen-year-old, could he? Defeatedly, Peter leaned forward and licked and then sucked the remnants of precum and ejaculate from the teenager's dick. He didn't stop until he was sure Rory would not complain and make him go back to finish the job.
Peter nearly jumped out of his skin when the school bell rang. Looking at the time, the teacher realised it was the end of the school day and he had spent his free time fucking a boy.
"I'm going to keep those naked picture of you. And the video. But nothing will compare to this," Rory remarked. "And I'll talk to the lads before the next study class."
They could both hear activity outside was students and teachers made their way out of the building. Rory turned his back to pick up his trousers so Peter stood up too. The teacher pulled on his trousers and shirt with his back to Rory. He was too ashamed to look at the boy. It had been wrong when he was sixteen too but now... the man would be ruined if Rory told anyone.
But Rory liked power and he wasn't going to just give away power.
When Peter turned back – his trousers, shirt and shoes back on, though he looked dishevelled – he saw that Rory was dressed only his trousers and shoes. His tight waist and hard abs were emphasised by the low riding waistband of his black trousers. Rory stuffed his ruined shirt – Peter had ripped it off him after all – into his schoolbag and stood bare chested facing the man.
"I'm glad I found your old modelling pictures, sir," Rory commented.
Peter didn't reply.
"I'm going to enjoy your class from now on. Every time I sit in your class, you'll remember you fucked my ass and I humped yours. I saw your giant cock and you saw my little dick. You sucked my balls and touched my penis and put it in your mouth..." Rory listed the litany of filth. "Be honest... you liked my tight hole, didn't you sir?"
Peter knew that fucking fifteen-year-old students was frowned upon but he still thought he was the model teacher. So to speak.
"Yes," the man confessed.
"You liked fucking a fifteen-year-old schoolboy in the ass?" Rory laughed at the man. "You're dirty pervert. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Have I embarrassed you like your friend never could?"
"No," Peter said defiantly.
Peter hadn't chosen any of this. The arrogant, privileged boy had done this and Peter didn't think he deserved it. Rory however was vexed, bitter and disappointed that Peter had not admitted to his humiliation. He'd wanted the man to admit he was ashamed, embarrassed, mortified...
Rory smirked with satisfaction anyway. Rory limped forward (a reminder, as if he needed it, that Peter had just fucked the kid with a nine-inch cock) and lifted his hand – there was something in it.
"Open your mouth, Mr Prentice," Rory said.
Peter opened his mouth and felt fabric being stuffed inside. They were soggy and smelled faintly. A moment later, Peter realised they were the schoolboy's briefs.
"Something to remember me by," Rory said.
Still topless, the arrogant boy picked up his schoolbag and walked stiffly to the classroom door. Even if he could have called out, Peter wasn't sure what he would have said. Rory unlocked the door and sauntered into the corridor. His thin, muscled chest on show to a couple of lingering boys – but none of them put his toplessness together with Peter's classroom.
They were too busy checking him out.
"Where is your shirt, Rory?" a stern voice admonished – a teacher.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, sir," Rory replied cheekily.
Peter finally, dumbly, mutely, pulled the boy's undies out of his mouth. The underpants were little white briefs with red cars, blue planes and yellow busses on them. Looking at the size, Peter saw they were a very small size – the likes of which he hadn't worn for twenty-five years. Peter put them back to his nose and inhaled deeply – he was already hard again.
THE END!
This is the end... but the moment has been prepared for (Doctor Who reference for anyone who's interested? Never mind!). I originally intended this to be the definitive conclusion to this story but then I got to thinking.
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