+++What are you doing here kid, you under 18 year old. I didn't invite you, please wave a nice goodbye and leave. The rest, stay and be amazed.
My name is Thomas Redding. I'm 25 years old. I teach English at Wellington Academy. The job has some prestige being an instructor in this upper class school, but the boys do get wearing. They are privileged, from wealthy homes. They know I am a poor professor who will never have what they will have in life. It shows in their barely contained contempt and their cheeky mock politeness.
Lately I have been having a problem caused by my hobby. I love target practice and use the school's range weekly. Although I am careful to use the muffling earphones, somehow the reports have slightly damaged my hearing.
I find that I have a bit of difficulty in hearing the boys in the back, especially when they mumble. I've taken to walking around the room and approaching them to hear better. These shithead boys must have caught on because they must have conspired among themselves to barely whisper their responses so as to cause me to say, "What?" Usually followed by gales of laughter.
I decided that this must not continue. Last Saturday I went into town and went into a store that sold hearing aids. I had passed this place many times but never thought I might become a client.
James Knollwood, the hearing aid fitter, was an affable fellow with a pleasant, carefully shaved round face. He looked rather like a young minister and smiled with perfect white teeth. I found myself staring on his full lips as he spoke. He noticed that. "I believe you are slipping into the skill of lip reading without knowing it. I believe all of us, as our hearing diminishes, utilize that option."
I didn't correct him, but it was his perfect lips that fascinated me, not what he said.
In any event, Knollwood was a toucher. I think he used that trait as a way of solidifying his influence on the client. I was enjoying it. He'd grip my shoulder to make a point, even squeezed the area above my knee. The best was his patting of my cheek. I hoped he didn't notice that I murmured happily at that and I especially hoped he didn't notice my prominent erection that was pushing my pants up into a pyramid.
If he did, he didn't show it, but my hearing test in the booth was an opportunity for us to be pushed together in the tight spare as he inserted the bud in my ear slowly like it was a dildo.
Whenever he spoke to me now, it was becoming increasingly soft and intimate. When I asked "What?" he put his lips closer so that I could feel his breath striking my ear, causing chills to run up and down my back.
"Let's return to my office for a review of the tests."
He explained that my ability to hear soft sounds was not impaired but that I had a problem with higher frequencies, like young people's voices.
I sat up in surprise. "Yes, exactly, my students, some whose voices haven't changed yet, they are hard to understand, especially at the rear of the room."
He seemed pleased with me. For an alarming moment, I thought he was going to embrace me. "So, then, it's a hearing button for you young fellow."
I don't know why he said "young fellow" I guessed we were about the same age. I think it was his way of controlling. In any event, he left the room and returned a few moments later with a jewelry box. At least it looked that way. I had a crazy feeling that he was going to produce an engagement ring, but no, he opened it and inside was a tiny flesh colored ear bud.
"This has a universal fitting but after you wear it for awhile and decide you like it, I will make a custom ear mold for you."
Holding my neck with his warm hand to steady himself, he inserted it and turned the flat button, it sprang to function. I was amazed. It was like I had been looking at a gray world that had suddenly become vibrant. He spoke to me in a voice that was rich and musical. He tested the device by leaving the room and whispering to me from the hallway. "Can you hear me Tommy. What is the name of your favorite student."
I didn't answer immediately. I was put off by his use of a diminutive of my name, one I hadn't heard since I was a small boy, but also his insolent question about a student favorite. Was he trying to learn my sexual orientation, or had he guessed.
Finally I spoke stiffly. "Yes I hear you perfectly. It works very well. As to the other question, it's Billy VanHorn."
I was astonished that I supplied a response to his question but also surprised that I came up with Billy. I hadn't realized that this lovely boy had been in my mind."
"How much it this little wonder?"
"Tut, tut, don't worry about that. Just use it and should you decide you want it, we'll discuss the price. It won't break your bank, I promise. Now Tommy (that again!) see me in a week for adjustments."
He put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the front door. I stopped at the door. "Say Mr.Knollwood (showing him the formality he ought to have used.) What about the other ear?"
He laughed and chuckled me under the chin like a familiar uncle. One is all that is necessary, you'll see."
In a minute I was on the street a little shocked by the loud sounds of traffic.
Back at school the next day, my hearing button firmly in my ear, I called the class to order. They were particularly unruly as today was Friday. "Darlings," I called in a prissy voice I hardly recognized, "Do sit down and come to order."
Now this was shocking to me. I had learned to master my effeminacy with complete success while I was in college. I super imposed a heavy dignified mien. Now somehow, that ability, a mask really, had fallen away. I heard one of the biggest boys in the back row whisper to his companion, "I think old Redding is a fag, listen to him."
I immediately tapped my pencil on my desk. "You boys back there. If I hear anything like that again, I will send you to the dean."
The look at their faces was brought joy to me. It was a mixture of incredulity and embarrassment.
I got through the lesson, fighting hard to keep my voice manly. At the end, as the boys were leaving, I stopped Billy VanHorn. "Mr VanHorn, please wait a minute, here at my desk. I wish to speak to you."
I was surprised at my own request and I had no idea what I had to speak to him about. In any event I found myself closing the door to the classroom and locking it as well as pulling the shade over the glass in the door. When I turned, dear Billy was standing next to my desk, his eyes popping and his mouth open.
My breath was getting labored as I looked him over. His curly blond hair needed a cutting, but it was charming. His cheeks were slightly blushing and he seemed very nervous.
I came over to him. "Billy, I am very fond of you, and..."
He broke in before I could finish, he blurted, "And Mr. Knollwood, I think I am in love with you."
I let out a cry of passion and drew the small, tender child into my arms and placed kisses on his hot face. Suddenly he pulled away. "Sir, we must not. It could cause you trouble and that would be the last thing I'd want."
Of course he was right, he had more sense than I. I put my hand on his young, tender neck, a bit like Mr. Knollwood had, and walked him to the door and bit him goodbye, my eyes were tearing profusely.
It was Friday, no school for two days. Early Monday I presented myself at the hearing aid store. Mr. Knollwood, James, er Jimmy, I tried the names on my tongue, opened the door and smiled broadly.
"I was expecting you, Tommykins."
My mother used to call me that. I felt reduced to a child by being address that way.
"Why don't you come in the back. I have something for you."
I followed him. It seemed to right thing to do.
I had not been in the rear room at the earlier visit. It was outfitted like a dorm room, bed, dresser and mirror. On a hook near the mirror was an outfit.
"Ah, you've spotted your new clothing. Now Tom Tom, get out of those ridiculous teacher clothes. I began undressing like a child getting ready for a bath. "Your little underpants as well."
I stood there totally naked, but strangely, I didn't feel embarrassed. He looked me over with hot eyes. I was beginning to get aroused from his attention. "Turn around and show me those cute buns." I did so, I think I was strangely proud of my well shaped body, particularly my backside. I had peeked at it with a hand mirror and door mirror and it rivaled any ballet dancer's."
He let out a sigh of approval. "Boi, it's all I can do to control my hands from caressing those firm cheeks, but alas, I have a client coming any minute. Now your instructions are to don those clothes on the hook. I will return as soon as I am finished in the examining room."
As he left, suddenly strange music began to come from the ear piece. It almost made me dance around the room in pleasure, but he had given me an order. I looked over the outfit. No shoes, only two pieces. The top was a simple athletic shirt and the bottom, to my shock, was a poofed up pink skirt, very short. I checked myself in the mirror. My shoulders looked good as were my strong arm muscles. Coming out of the skirt, my muscular, somewhat hairy legs looked incongruous, but I had to admit, pretty sexy.
I sat on the bed and waited. I could hear Jimmy's voice in the other room and finally made out that he was bidding goodbye to the patient. My heart began beating heavily in anticipation of his return.
Suddenly the door burst open. He beamed at me. "You look stupid, but that was the effect I was going for. I do like your manly legs. I hope they are subtle in kneeling for lengths of time."
I looked quizzically at him, as he sat down on the only chair in the room spreading his legs widely. He fixed me with his dark blue eyes. "You know what to do."
I nodded. Somehow I did. I sunk to my knees and reached out and unzipped his fly. I reached in through the baffle of his underwear and drew out his half hard cock. It was thick and very long, a beauty, I thought. I held it in my hand in admiration.
I cried out in pain as his hand slapped my cheek with a heavy slap. "Stop gawking and get to work."
I lovingly swiped my tongue over the large cock head, catching the first drop of pre cum. It hit my taste buds and sped to my brain. It turned me into an avid cock sucker. My mouth was watering so heavily, I dripped saliva onto the floor.
He pushed his hips forward and at the same time pressed his hand on the back of my head, saying, like a dentist, "Open wide son."
I slathered half of the shaft, sucking at the same time, my tongue swirling. I was determined to be a good boy, a good cock sucker. He murmured in approval. I was so proud. I opened my throat and allowed the monster to push down into my gullet.
I was swallowing and tearing but his cries of pleasure made up for any discomfort. Next he held my head firmly and half rose from his chair and began vigorously fucking my mouth. I passively waited as he sought his release. When it came, I felt the power of six blasts. I almost blanked out from the power of his orgasm. Finally he stopped and withdrew his softer but still gigantic organ.
"That was a good job."
I smiled broadly in gratitude.
"I am a highly sexed person. I need oral relief at least three times a day. You are approved for that job. Meantime, sweep up the place but stay out of the examining room, I have another patient coming, a young teacher who is having some difficulty hearing young boy's voices."
I thanked him, took up the broom. I noticed that the front of my poof skirt was wet from my own ejaculation. The ear plug began a lovely waltz.
End of story