Title: A Kindergarten Tale 2 
Author: Shadey Grey (shadeygrey@gmail.com) 
Story Codes: Mb(6), Cons, Oral, Anal, ped, pedo, preteen 
Synopsis: In the first part, Mr.  J was forced to
take one of the students from his kindergarten class, Toby, home
when no parent could be found and ended up getting sexual.  In
part two, Mr.  J must continue teaching his class while trying to
figure out what to do with a sexually-awakened little student
with a missing parent.

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   The Story:

   With six-year old Toby drenched in the afterglow of his first
dry cum, Mr.  J put the tyke back to bed.  And he didn't seem at
all concerned when his teacher snuggled back up to him or even
when he felt the adult cock wedge between his little ass cheeks.
What had scared him before was now something happy.  There was no
doubt in his mind that this was a good thing, being like this. 
And, now that he knew what it felt like to have one's penis
rubbed and sucked on, he understood why Mr.  J did what he had
done.

   So Toby fell back asleep quickly, no longer worried or
fearful.  Mr.  J, however, had a lot to think about.  For tonight
alone, he was in serious personal danger from the police and
Child Protection Services. The rap sheet was adding up.  He had
failed to report child negligance and abandonment, taken home a
student (which could very well qualify as kidnapping), and had
built up several counts of molestation and endangerment.  And for
all the so-called awful things that had happened to his victim,
there was not a single tear.  Toby slept well for a kid law
enforcement would call a "rape survivor".

   For all of the apparently evil things Mr.  J had done that
night, he had a hard time feeling guilty about it.  He got to
have dinner with someone for the first time in months, shared the
pleasure of a good book, and got intimate with someone who liked
it back-- something that hadn't happened for years.  Even as he
laid in the dark thinking about all of it, the blessing of Toby's
soft skin following the contours of his own body was so sweet. 
It was a dream come true, no matter how corny or cliched saying
that sounded in his head.

   There was always the problem of Toby's father.  Who knew where
he was? And, would he understand Mr.  J taking Toby home?  Would
that be the doorway that would start Mr.  J's fall from grace? 
He hoped not.  Even though it was a ridiculous thought, Mr.  J
secretly hoped that the father never came back.  Practically
speaking, that was perhaps the worst option, as he would be
forced to hold onto Toby indefinitely and would eventually be
found out.  With all the stories of foster homes and the slim
chances of adoption, how could he send Toby to a social worker? 
Wouldn't he just be better off staying with his teacher?

   Neither the ceiling nor the top of Toby's head offered any
answers, no matter how much Mr.  J stared at them.  Without any
idea where to go, he gave his little boy a squeeze and let sleep
come.

   The alarm rang at 5:00 in the morning.

   And the world had changed little.  The sun had not risen in
the window and Mr.  J's cock had not set to even half mast.  For
the first time in a few years, Mr.  J did not want to move from
his bed, mostly due to the naked thing cozied up against him. 
With a pang of regret, he turned off the alarm and sat up in bed.
 Toby, however, pushed his face deeper into the pillow to avoid
any such idea as waking up.

   "Come on, bud.  Time to get up." Mr.  J pushed on the limp
shoulder sticking out of the sheets.  "Today is a school day."

   Bleary-eyed, Toby's head lifted up from the pillow and looked
at the window before slumping back down.  "Its still night time."

   "Yes, it is.  And I have to be at school before the other
students. Which means you have to come with me."

   "...no."

   "Yes."

   "...mmm..."

   "I have ways of waking you up, mister."

   Toby had no response for that, so Mr.  J took advantage.
Dragging the sheet off, Toby only groaned and rolled onto his
stomach.  Of course, this only gave his teacher ideas of varying
hotness.  He chose a nice middle ground.  Licking his finger up
good and wet, Mr.  J leaned forward over his little ass and
quickly dived a finger towards that hidden hole. By the time he
reached his puckered bulls-eye, the spit had gotten cold.  The
tip of his finger just began to wedge in when Toby jumped and
rolled over, hands going over his butt as he went.  Two wide
little eyes stared at his teacher.

   "Good morning," Mr.  J said with a sly smile.

   Realizing it was just a joke, Toby relaxed.  "Good morning,"
he said, a little defeated.

   "Up and at 'em, buddy.  You said you wanted a shower, so hurry
up. There is only enough hot water in this old house for one, so
let's go."

   Toby followed his teacher mesmerized.  Mr.  J's cock was still
hard and it was the first time he had actually gotten a chance to
look at it.  The shaft looked like a big thick snake to his eyes.
 It was all veiny, with a red, bulbous head.  It came back to his
abdomen, where Mr.  J had a patch of hair that laid flat against
his skin.  And two balls dangled low in their sack.  And, just
like Toby's own, there wasn't any hair on the scrotum.  He
wondered if it felt good for Mr.  J if someone did what he had
done to Toby last night.

   The two climbed into a standing-only sort of shower with a
glass door. It wasn't realy made for two people, but there was a
bench spot in one corner.  As the water kicked on and Mr.  J
adjusted the temperature for a mild warmth, Toby found his face
only inches from the snake he had been watching all morning.  Not
sure what to do, Toby just tried to stay out of the way when Mr.
J turned, so as not to get hit in the face with it. Eventually,
he snuck around to the side where the bench was.  But he never
took his eyes off of that shaft.

   "You ok, buddy?"

   Toby's reverie broke.  "Uhh...  yeah."

   Mr.  J smiled.  "Good."

   So Mr.  J started to wash himself while Toby watched and
waited for his turn.  Mostly, he continued to observe the cock
that bounced lazily at eye-level.  Absent-mindedly, he had begun
to pull on his little jewels.  It wasn't doing much for him, but
Mr.  J liked to steal glances at him experimenting with his own
body.  It was tempting to get back on him, give him another
orgasm right in the shower.  But they were supposed to be getting
ready for school.

   Then again, it was a stalemate.  Naked boy also meant that his
cock wouldn't be calming down any time soon.  And the way Toby
was fixated on it, maybe it was time to see if Toby could
reciprocate.

   "You can touch it if you want," Mr.  J said, still shampooing
his hair. He couldn't see Toby blush through his closed eyes.

   Mr.  J didn't really expect anything, but he soon felt a
little hand grasping his shaft.  He almost went weak in the knees
just out of surprise. When the soap and water had cleared from
his eyes, Toby had his cock in one hand and was exploring it
carefully with his other.  Toby hefted his teacher's balls,
feeling their weight and watching them hang when he let them go.
He squeezed the head, bent it this way and that, catching it at
every angle.  Even that was enough to really turn Mr.  J on. Toby
was rewarded for his prodding with some twitches and a drop of
precum.

   "Does it...  go down like mine?" For emphasis, he looked down
between his own legs and his cock which had all but retreated
into this stomach, just a nub poking out.

   Here we go, Mr.  J thought.  "Eventually.  It likes standing
up around you though."

   Toby nodded sagely as he continued to manipulate it.  Mr.  J
had to grab Toby by the shoulders and rotate them so he could sit
on the bench. Leaving his legs open, Toby returned to explore
more.

   "There are ways to make it calm down faster..."

   Toby looked up.  "Like what?"

   "Well, we can rub it until it feels really good, like last
night."

   Toby looked back down at it for a moment, as if thinking about
it. Finally, he grabbed the shaft with both hands and began to
clumsily jack it for his teacher.  Little hands like his were so
soft and felt so nice. Even Toby's inexperienced jerking felt
better, but it would definitely take him some time to get it
right.

   After a few minutes, he slowed down.  He looked disappointed.
"My arms are getting tired."

   "Well," Mr.  J began, already unsure of himself.  "Remember
how I put your thing in my mouth?"

   Toby looked away, very uncertain.

   "You don't have to, buddy.  If you want to try it, you can.  I
can make it go down myself." Mr.  J replaced Toby's hands with
his own, jacking his cock only inches from the boy's face.  The
little blue eyes were glued to the swollen head.  It seemed so
big.  Could he put that in his mouth?

   Toby's mind flashed back to how good it felt when his teacher
used his mouth.  Mr.  J did it.  It was only fair that he do it
too, right?  Toby nodded to himself, watched his teacher's
rhythm, and when the moment was right, he opened up and wrapped
his lips around it.

   Mr.  J gasped.  Toby was full of surprises!  The sweet, wet
heat of Toby's mouth was instantly intoxicating.  Instinctively,
Mr.  J grabbed the boy by the back of his head and pulled him
forward a little.  The rest of his cockhead popped in, filling
most of his mouth alone. Already, Toby was gagging a little, but
even that was erotic in its own right.  Mr.  J began to pound on
his cock, keeping Toby firmly on his head.

   Little Toby was watching the hand slide back and forth, each
time almost tapping his nose as it went.  Just past the shaft,
Toby could see Mr.  J's balls draped down his leg and on the
bench.  Without even thinking, he grabbed them up and fondled
them again.  Mr.  J seemed to like that.

   Slowly but surely, Toby was getting the hang of having such a
big thing in his mouth.  He stopped gagging.  And he even noticed
that Mr. J moaned more when he used his tongue or tried to suck
really hard.  Doing both was hard, so he switched back and forth,
teasing the big cockhead and exploring the slit with his tongue.

   "Take it out," Mr.  J growled all of a sudden.

   Toby let the obscenely large dick pop out of his mouth, a
trail of precum draped between his botton lip and the shaking
cock in front of him. "Why?"

   "Uhh...  Because I'm going to make that stuff again, like last
night..." Mr.  J beefed up his jerking until he was moving up and
down his shaft like a piston.  Even though Toby was off of his
cock, just starting into those big blue eyes looking back up at
him was hot enough.  Mr.  J's hips lurched upwards and a volley
of cum shot into the air.  Toby reacted too slowly to dodge it,
with a glob landing in his hair and on his chest before his
teacher's cum started to dribble off of the top.

   Mr.  J leaned back against the wall of the shower, panting.
His hand slid off of his cock.  Watching naked, wet Toby examine
the glob on his stomach was an excellent finishing image.

   "What is it?" Toby asked, looking down at it clinging to him.

   Mr.  J leaned forward and swiped a finger in it before
bringing it up to his face.  "This is called cum.  Boys make it
when they have an orgasm. Sometimes, we just call it 'cumming'."

   Toby looked at it, then down at his feet.

   Instantly, Mr.  J realized what his confusion was.  "Don't
worry, Toby. You came last night like I just did.  But it doesn't
start coming out until you are a little older.  Like around
twelve years old."

   "It is weird..."

   Mr.  J chuckled.  "A little.  That's why I had to stop sucking
on it, even though I liked it when you did."

   "Is it bad to get it in your mouth?"

   "Not at all.  Some people don't like the taste and I didn't
want to surprise you."

   Toby nodded.

   "Thank you for making me feel so good, Toby.  You did a good
job."

   The kid grinned a toothy grin, like only kindergarteners do.
It was one of the reasons Mr.  J did his job.  Those silly
smiles.  So full of pride and unbridled happiness.

   "We better get going though!  Here we are making more mess
when we are supposed to be cleaning up."

   Mr.  J washed himself again and then quickly cleaned up his
charge, taking special care to hand wash Toby's little penis.  He
looked a little disappointed when Mr.  J didn't stay to toy
around with it more. But keeping Toby on his toes was always
worth it, so Mr.  J did take an extra moment to give the boy's
little butt some extra love, even stroking his hole a few times.
If this was all going to continue, Mr.  J had every intention of
teaching the boy something about the pleasures that came from his
backside too.

   After a quick towel off, Mr.  J made it a race to get ready,
driving both of them into a speed match for finding their clothes
and getting dressed.  Toby ended up half dressed in yesterday's
clothes, since Mr.  J didn't have extra everything at home. 
Usually, he didn't have to solve the "accident problem" at home.
And, at one point in his life, he recalled thinking that taking
your students home was a bad idea.

   Breakfast was made of toaster pastries and peanut-butter
toast.  It would have been nice to sit down to breakfast like
usual, but time was of the essence.  Mr.  J practically ran out
the door without his shoes.  Toby had the good sense to grab them
and chase his teacher down, swinging the loafers in the air like
an air traffic man.

   And with the day ready to be met, tires met road for another
day.

   Not many cars were on the road that early.  It was the very
beginning of what would become rush hour.  Half-asleep, Toby
stared out the window at the passing pairs of headlights that
gave only a hint of what shape the car might be.

   Mr.  J needed to say something.  He needed to give a
stereotypical molester speech that he had never imagined himself
uttering out loud.

   "Hey Toby?"

   "Yeah?"

   "About last night and this morning..."

   "What?"

   "It is a secret.  You can't tell anyone about it, ok?"

   Toby looked up, a little sad.  "Why?  Will we get in trouble?"

   If you only knew.  "There are a lot of reasons.  What we did
was private, which means we it is just for us, not for anyone
else. Nobody needs to know.  You won't get in trouble for it, but
I can."

   "Why's that?"

   "Well, two reasons for that.  First is because I'm your
teacher.  So they think I might give you special treatment. 
Second is because a lot of people think it is mean for grown-ups
to play like that with anyone your age."

   "I don't think it is mean."

   "Neither do I, buddy." Mr.  J patted Toby's bare leg. "Neither
do I. But folks like policemen do.  You know how you can trust
policemen, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, that is usually true.  But sometimes, policemen don't
like it when you do things you may like to do.  Or they think you
got tricked into doing it and you don't really want to." Mr.  J
realized how bogged down he was getting with all of this.  "Don't
worry about it.  But just keep it between us or bad things could
happen, ok?"

   "Ok."

   "Promise?"

   "Promise."

   Mr.  J felt like a sleaze saying all that, but he couldn't
have Toby telling the class all about orgasms and cum.  That
would be the end of... well, everything.

   They drove the rest of the way in silence.

   Day two began without a hitch.  Mr.  J's morning class was
well-behaved, mostly populated by kids from the pre-school.  To
try and make adjustment easier, the school kept the kids united
for Kindergarten where possible. Toby was introduced as a guest
from the other class and let be for the time being.

   The afternoon class soon replaced Mr.  J's morning group. Just
as yesterday, Toby remained shy and quiet in class.  It was a
little disheartening to see him shrink back down in the midst of
his peers, but there was no need to push him too hard.

   It was clear some lessons had been learned since yesterday's
class.  No one was pushed around, no insults or yelling.  Even
the class clowns had managed to keep their clowning to joking
about inanimate objects.  Mr.  J was happy to reward all of the
good behavior, mentioning it multiple times through the day and
even handing out a few prizes for improvement.  Even
trouble-maker Dustin seemed a bit more upbeat with the
realization that things were better.

   Mr.  J kept a careful eye on one particular table: Laura and
Toby. Laura was the other tough-nut.  She had a heart of gold
just waiting to break out.  On Toby's worst day, she tried to
lift him up a little, even breaking her shyness to do it.  The
two of them were starting to really get along.  Occasionally, one
would smile and the other would smile back.

   Keeping his head out of the gutter was, of course, a
challenge. Watching Toby and Laura smile and talk a bit brought
up dirty images of two six-year old lovers behind the swings. 
This didn't happen in previous years.  But then again, in
previous years, Mr.  J was not sleeping with his prepubescent
students.  And though he had not really thought terribly hard
about the idea of a little girl, the idea had crept in.  Toby was
a complexity on his own, though.  And the idea of Toby falling in
love with anyone but his teacher was a little scary too.

   The monitors came for the kids to go to recess.  Bins were
gathered and toys prepared before beginning the march around the
building to the playground.  As Mr.  J waved good-bye, he found
someone hanging behind to see him.

   "Can I stay in?"

   "Of course you can, buddy." Mr.  J had been hoping he would.
As the last of the kids disappeared out the door in their line,
Mr.  J pulled his chair away from his desk to face his favorite
student.  "So how is class today?  Better?"

   "Yeah.  Better."

   "Good.  How do you like your new table-mate?  Laura is pretty
nice, isn't she?"

   Toby nodded.  "She asked me if I could come over to play after
school. Can I?"

   Mr.  J froze for a second.  How could this work out?  They
hadn't tried to find Toby's dad yet.  And he didn't want Laura's
parents to find out who was getting Toby to and from school. 
Neither of them could afford to have word spread of all of this.
"Well, I don't know, buddy.  That's the sort of thing your dad
needs to be ok with.  We are going to have to try and find out if
he is back from wherever he went."

   Toby did not want to hear that.  Hopeful turned to depressed
real quick. "Ohh..."

   "Toby..." Mr.  J paused, uncertain of what to say.  "Is there
something you are not telling me?"

   "No..."

   Was this going anywhere?  "Toby, are you telling me the truth?
 Lying is not nice."

   Toby didn't respond.  He just got more solemn.

   So Mr.  J took a chance.  "You don't want to find your dad, do
you?"

   Toby looked up, tears starting to well.

   Without hesitation, Mr.  J swooped up the sniffling thing,
cradling him on his lap.  "It is ok...  It is ok..." Mr.  J
repeated, rocking back and forth as sniffling turned to crying. 
Toby pushed his face into Mr.  J's chest and wailed, unable to
hold it in anymore.  Mr.  J considered the nut cracked.

   "He left..." Toby muttered.  "He said he would come get me."
Toby could barely speak through the crying.  "He left without
me..."

   "Shh..." Mr.  J whispered into his ear, holding him tight and
stroking his hair.

   All of a sudden, Toby pushed off of Mr.  J, sitting on his lap
and facing him with a deadly serious face.  "Can you be my dad?"

   The weight of that question was almost unbearable.  Mr.  J
wanted to just say yes, kiss him and take him home, never let him
go.  But would that even be possible?  They would have to search
for the father to give permission, Toby would have to go into a
foster home, there would be all sorts of investigations and
paperwork.  And all the while, little Toby would be wondering why
he couldn't just go home with his teacher like he did before.  He
would sit alone and cry, wondering why Mr.  J had let him go.

   Mr.  J cupped each cheek of Toby's face, gently pulling the
tears away from his face with his thumbs.  "Toby, I would love to
be your dad.  But I don't know if we can do that.  I will see
what can be done, ok?"

   It didn't satisfy the boy, but it was better than saying no.
Toby cuddled into his teacher's body while he finished sobbing. 
And, when he looked up, Mr.  J gave him a kiss on the cheek.  His
cheeks were too red from crying to blush, but they would have if
the situation had been different.

   "Toby, I want you to know this: I love you.  And I will do
what I can, ok?"

   Toby nodded.

   "Good.  Your classmates will be back soon.  Can you get back
to work or do you want to go to the nurse's?"

   "I'm ok." Toby rubbed his eyes and took a few breaths.  What a
trooper, Mr.  J thought.

   And off he sent Toby back to his table just as the monitors
brought a gaggle of vibrant, bouncing kids back from recess.

   Toby stared at the ceiling, kicking his feet off of the edge
of Mr.  J's desk.  For two hours, he had watched his teacher make
endless phone calls, pacing across the length of the room.  He
was trying to get in touch with an old college friend in social
services who might give him some advice. It took some doing, but
he finally made the right connection.

   "Jennifer, thank god you still work there," Mr.  J said.

   "What is the emergency?  I got eight voicemails forwarded from
you. Nice to hear from you too, by the way."

   "Same.  Look, I have a theoretical problem I need your advice
on."

   "Theoretical?" Jenn sighed.  "What have you gotten yourself
into?"

   "Nothing, of course.  It is theoretical."

   "Fine.  Play it your way.  What is your emergency theoretical
problem?"

   "What if one of my students was abandoned at the school?"

   "Turn the kid into us.  Easy."

   "Ok, well, say I tried to drop the kid off at home against
regulations, but no one was there and it was late, so I took him
home with me?"

   "Still turn the kid in.  And hope it doesn't get back to your
boss."

   "And then say he got a little attached and asked me to be his
father?"

   "And what did you say?"

   "Oh...  You know...theoretically, of course, that I would love
to."

   "Jesus Christ, J.  Please dear God tell me you didn't."

   "In the uhh...  situation, yes." Mr.  J sighed.  "The worst
part is, I really do want to."

   The phone sat silent.

   "Jenn...?"

   "The system works, J.  It really does.  I wish you would put a
little more faith in it."

   "I know it does, but theoretical boy is very fragile and
probably wouldn't survive.  You know what it was like.  You are
there every day.  So tell me.  If I was in this situation, what
should I do?"

   "Live happily ever after?"

   "How about in real life?"

   "What about real life, J?  This is theory land."

   "Please, Jenn."

   "Ok.  If you wanted to adopt the kid, he would have to be in
the system. Which means you have to say good-bye to him for a
while.  He would have to be put in foster care or a group home
while CPS checks you out and they would have to give a waiting
period to find the father before revoking custody.  And even
then, if they find any relatives, they get priority."

   Mr.  J glanced over at Toby, blissfully ignorant of the
conversation. If Toby asked him, then it was clear who needed to
take him.  Not some grandmother that could barely get out of bed.
 Not some poor aunt with too many mouths to feed.  Him.

   "There is no way to make it faster?"

   "Nope."

   "I'll give you whatever you want."

   "Excuse me?"

   "How about ten thousand?"

   "Whoa, dude.  Are you bribing me?"

   "Call it what you want.  Just help me."

   Jenn paused.  "I cannot believe this is happening."

   "Neither can I, Jenn.  Neither can I."

   "I could lose everything."

   "Yeah, well, he already has.  I'm all there is for this kid,
so please, Jenn.  Do what you can.  Just let him stay with me."

   Jenn disappeared for a moment, then picked the phone back up.
"I'll see what I can do.  Just lay low."

   "Jenn..."

   "Do not thank me." The disconnect tone buzzed in his ear.

   "Are you my dad now?" Toby asked as Mr.  J put down the phone.

   "Not yet.  But maybe soon."

   Mr.  J again called the number for Toby's father.  And they
returned to the trailer his father used to live in.  Nothing. 
The hope for an easy solution was quickly falling apart.  Adding
bribing government officials almost seemed natural at this point.
 None of the rules seemed to carry the same weight they used to.
Of course, Toby didn't understand any of these rules, so the
immediate consequences seemed negligable.

   In the midst such a dramatic affair, Toby was mostly calm.
Outside of the initial crying session, it seemed as though Toby
was more affected by not being able to have his play date with
Laura than he was about his father disappearing.  It was such a
simple thing, but Mr.  J really wanted to find a way to provide
it for the kid.  Having friends at all seemed to be a new
experience for him.  And, had it been any other moment in his
life, he could have been happily playing at that moment. Instead,
he was being pulled through a department store, trying to find
clothes without hanging around too long.

   Mr.  J would grab up a couple of packages of underoos,
sometimes check a tab on the boy and then grab some clothes with
matching sizes. He did not want to hang around too long because
being seen anywhere with a boy who might soon be listed as
missing was begging for an arrest.  And cashiers often were
reporters.  While it would definitely be fun to have him try on
all of the outfits, there was little time.  Perhaps he was a
little too paranoid, but taking chances didn't seem wise.

   So they cashed out, Mr.  J appearing more than a little
nervous and returned home.  Toby was picking up on his teacher's
nerves on the ride home.  It wasn't until they walked through the
doors that Mr.  J let out a sigh of relief and gave Toby the
friendly smile that made him so comfortable in the first place. 
"Sorry about all that running around, Toby."

   "Its ok."

   "No, its not.  But with all of these new clothes, you should
be set for a while.  And hopefully, we will hear from my friend
Jenn soon. In the meantime, it is just going to be you and me for
a while."

   "What about Laura?"

   Mr.  J sighed.  "Well, I will see what I can do.  But I'm not
making any promises."

   Mr.  J and Toby split up.  Toby was sent upstairs with his
bags to sort the new clothes he had received in the bedroom while
Mr.  J worked on dinner.  Despite the pressures of their
situation, having a good meal improved both of their moods.  Toby
didn't finish everything, but neither did Mr.  J.  So left-overs
were assembled, the dishes were cleaned, and the sun began to
set.

   Mr.  J had taken to thanking Toby for things with a kiss on
the cheek or a pat on the bottom.  Giving him either of these
things made the boy giggle or blush.  Either way, it was a
sure-fire way to elicit a smile. And very few things were more
rewarding than Toby smiling.  It gave him a reason to do things
around the house, a reason to even be in his house.  It was
already becoming hard to imagine what living without a little boy
would be like.

   Instead of maintaining the pretenses of innocence that he had
the night previous, Mr.  J and Toby retreated to the bedroom much
earlier in the evening.  Even as they climbed the stairs, Mr.  J
was breaking the buttons on his shirt and releasing his belt
buckle.  By the time they had reached the room itself, Mr.  J was
kicking off his pants.  Toby had not followed suit, but wasn't
phased by the nearly-nude man with him.  This was now territory
he was quite familiar with.

   The two of them climbed into bed and snuggled up.  It was only
six in the evening.  Sleep wouldn't be for hours.  But Toby had
requested more of The Hobbit and, as a teacher, Mr.  J was happy
to oblige a child's request to be read to.  Toby had settled
himself between his teacher's legs with the book right in front
of him.  Giving the boy control over the book gave Mr.  J the
free hands to hug and massage.  Leaning forward, Mr. J began to
read softly into Toby's ear.

   The stories of Middle Earth built from the sweet sound of Mr.
J's voice. Toby listed with rapt attention, only occasionally
interjecting with a question or comment.  And when he did, he was
rewarded with a kiss that made little shivers down his spine. 
Hugging slowly progressed to massaging, including a pause to
remove the tee-shirt from some older school class.  Hands roamed
over his milky skin, rubbing and squeezing bony little shoulders.
 They traveled, moving down the line of his spine and outwards,
easing any tense muscles from a stressful day.  There was no
doubt that Toby appreciated it as his muscles relaxed almost
immediately.

   Even touching Toby's torso was enough to get Mr.  J started.
It was no surprise to Toby when he felt the warmth of a cock
touching his lower back. Toby's focus was on the roaming hands of
his teacher though, which had moved onto his chest.  Both of them
still held some focus on the book, but Toby was starting to get
aroused and Mr.  J was already more absorbed in the little body
between his legs than in Bilbo.

   It was only a matter of time until Mr.  J's hands reached the
waist line. Open-palmed, he ran down Toby's legs and back,
returning to put a little pressure on the bound-up little package
hidden underneath.  It was pretty hard to find a six-year old's
erection through two layers of cloth, but the way Toby's hips
rose to meet those touches, there wasn't much question of his
arousal.

   Mr.  J was way ahead of his charge.  The small of Toby's back
was already getting slicked with precum, getting lovely feelings
off of his skin and heat.  The book was getting harder to read,
both because of his focus on Toby and Toby's response to his new
stimuli.  As the book fell flat on the bed, Mr.  J gave up on it,
turning his mouth towards an exposed bit of neck.  Licking,
kissing, and nibbling that sensitive place right under his ear,
Mr.  J drove him to squirms and erotic giggles. Toby barely
noticed that the snap to his shorts had popped open and a hand
had slithered inside.

   Moments later, Toby's shorts and underoos had been stripped
away and Mr. J had snatched up the baby boy cock that had waited
for him, already erect. As he started to pull the boy's pud, he
changed his mind.  There was something he really wanted from Toby
that any kid could enjoy. "Alright, buddy, I need to get you back
in my mouth."

   So Mr.  J let go long enough to reposition.  Mr.  J laid back
on the bed and had Toby get on all fours, facing his cock.  As
the boy began to crawl forward to go for the cock in front of
him, Mr.  J grabbed him and pulled him back by his hips, dangling
a bouncing, almost two inch stiffy in front of his face.  Toby
looked down between his legs, spotting the evil grin on his
teacher's face.  "Mine," Mr.  J growled like an cartoon villian
as he drove the boy's hips down.

   Toby laughed, but it quickly changed into a gasping moan.  Mr.
 J gobbled up all of him at once, pushing the erect cocklet into
a curling tongue.  Wrapping the tiny shaft like a sweet taco in
his tongue, Mr.  J grabbed the boy's ass cheeks and began to make
Toby fuck his face.

   At first, Toby just rode the waves Mr.  J provided.  But when
he eased up, Toby took over.  His pelvis spasmed with pleasure,
totally unaccostumed to fucking anything.  The wet, air-tight
hole drove him senseless.  Too excited to hold himself up, Toby
gave up on all fours quickly, slumping his face down into his
teacher's taut abs and pumping with all his might.

   As delicious as it was to have that cocklet wrapped in his
tongue, Mr. J had loftier ambitions as well.  His hands had
stayed on the boy's bouncing bubble butt the entire time, even
though he wasn't pushing anything. Instead, he had been spreading
those cheeks, rubbing the tiny entrance that hid between them. 
Maybe fucking Toby was out of the question at the moment, but
that didn't mean other sorts of things couldn't be done.

   Toby didn't even notice.  He was like a puppy, too excited to
think. Toby's voice squeaked and his tongue lolled out on the
hairy stomach he laid on.  His hips and legs were going as fast
as they could, contained only by the strong hands on his ass.  It
was so different, being in control, being on top.  He was loving
it.

   And it was quickly taking Toby to that place, that amazing
place Mr.  J had taken him last night.  Shivering and thrusting,
little Toby's legs gave out, nearly smothering his teacher.  Even
then, his hips pushed and pulled. Toby wailed into Mr.  J's
stomach as he smashed the tiny head of his dick into the waiting
tongue, trying to push out something his body could not yet make.
 Mr.  J languished in that beautiful, shuddering shaft.  His
tongue gently stroked from tip to the back of his little sack.

   Collapsed and still breathing like he was running a mile a
minute, Toby's head turned to his trapped teacher.  Toby built up
enough strength to pull himself forward, dragging his soft boy
parts out and letting them make a wet slapping noise against the
top of Mr.  J's chest.

   Mr.  J was treated to a view he had been waiting for.  Little
boy ass, right in front of his face.  He had heard a theory about
little boys and sex once.  Men had a hard time doing multiple
orgasms.  But it was rumored that little boys could keep going. 
And, while he wanted to give Toby that specific pleasure, that
was just a warm-up for something else he wanted to try on his
willing partner.  Mr.  J licked his lips as his hands massaged
his student's cheeks, pushing them together, then apart to see
what his fingertip had been exploring so long.  A perfect, pink
star puffy from being played with.

   "I'm not done with you yet, buddy," Mr.  J announced, back in
his villian's voice.

   Toby glanced back, still in the midst of his afterglow.  His
eyes widened as he saw where his teacher was going next.

   Mr.  J's tongue found the back of his tightly-packed balls and
came straight up and hit the bulls-eye that nature had so kindly
provided.  Toby began to squirm, trying to pull forward from the
prodding at his rear, but only found a twitching man-cock staring
him down.  The heat and the circling around his pucker was
starting to get to him.  It wasn't the same at all, a different
kind of magic he felt.  The tingling feelings in his stomach were
lower, heavier almost.  Whimpers and groans replaced the bit of
fear he had felt.  Weird as it was, it felt nice.

   Ahead of him, a certain other cock was looking for a warm
hole. Glistening in the lamplight, it poked his red cheek, then
his button nose. As the worming tongue played tricks on Toby's
behind, the boy understood what was expected.  Little lips
cracked open just in time for the third attempt, letting the
whole head in at once.  Mr.  J's moan vibrated in his ass.

   Mr.  J was all the more driven with Toby's embracing the
situation.  As he pushed his hips up a bit to get more cock into
that little space, Mr.  J was going for broke on a different
space.  Toby's anus was soft and pliable, giving into each stroke
and prod.  So his tongue swirled inwards, finally driving the tip
in.  Toby's butt clamped down instantly, holding on tight to his
teacher's tongue.  Toby had begun to pull off his cock, but Mr. J
thrusted his hips forward, letting his cock muffle any reaction.

   Slowly, yet surely, Toby relaxed again.  And as he did, Mr.
J's tongue managed to enter him.  Mr.  J's lips planted around
the entrance and he began to worm around inside.  The smell of
boy musk assailed him as he drove as deep as his tongue could
reach.  Mr.  J didn't need to hear if Toby was enjoying it or
not.  The prodding of a little erection was sign enough.

   Toby was getting better at handling cock.  Two little hands
held the shaft tightly, working the lower half while his mouth
was sealed around the head, using all the tongue he could on the
underside.  Saliva and precum dripped down the shaft, providing
all of the lubricant needed for the boy's jacking to feel smooth.
 What little bobbing the six year old could do comfortably, he
did with gusto.

   Toby's rear end was lifted up a little, propping him back up
on his knees.  He held precariously.  Without pretense, Mr.  J
snatched up the restored cocklet, jacking away with two fingers.
He practically had to hold the boy up he shook so much.  Toby's
little body twitched and spasmed in confusion, trying to decide
whether to push onto his teacher's mouth or hand.  Unable to
decide, his hips tried to do both, erratically shoving forwards,
then backwards at any change in pace or sensation.

   Mr.  J's cock was pulsing in his mouth, almost pouring precum.
 So the boy kept swallowing, drinking it down to stop himself
from having to come off.  And Mr.  J's cock seemed all the more
excited by the natural motions of the boy's mouth when he did,
thrusting up towards the back of his throat. Even sucking cock,
which was weird and tiring this morning, seemed easier when Mr. 
J was doing something to him first.  Though his face and arms
burned, his whole body felt energized.

   In his behind, that tongue began to move faster.  And the
fingers on his dick jerked harder.  And Toby's vision was mixing
with touch and sound into something else altogether.  His body
jerked and a flash of hot electricity shot out from his jumping
dick and eager ass.  His weak little legs gave out again and
convulsed in pleasure, unable to control it.

   Between Toby's second orgasm, the ass before him, the baby ram
rod in his hand, and the mouth sealed on his dick, Mr.  J could
not take any more. Moaning loudly into Toby's opened ass, Mr.  J
thrusted his cock forward, unable to stop himself or warn the
orgasming boy.  Just as Toby tried to swallow more precum, the
cock leapt forward in his mouth, shoving itself tightly into the
boy's throat.  Mr.  J's moan escalated to a yell as Toby's throat
milked the first volley of cum.  Toby yanked his head off
immediately, gasping for air as the second, third, and fourth
shots splattered across his face and neck.

   Mr.  J's tongue slipped free and he let go of an instantly
soft boyhood. Toby remained laying across his teacher, one hand
still hanging on the dripping man cock.  The two of them remained
motionless for minutes, coming off of the most powerful orgasms
either one of them had ever had.  Both of them were shining with
sweat, hair standing in various directions.  But, most
importantly, laying in that bed, both had a contented smile.

   After a time, Toby was turned around (with little assistance
from the puppy-dog-tired boy) and brought up to see his grown-up
lover. Laying Toby on his stomach, Mr.  J brought their faces
mere inches from each other.  It was an image Mr.  J would
cherish for the rest of his life: a six-year old boy, dazed in
afterglow, with his lips parted in a little smile and his big
eyes looking up to him, and with Mr.  J's cum dripping down the
side of his face.

   "Toby," Mr.  J said.  "You are the most amazing boy I have
ever met in my entire life."

   The post-coital smile became one of pride for Toby.

   "May I do one more thing with you, Toby?" he asked, wiping
some of his sperm from Toby's cheek.

   Toby sighed heavily, letting most of his body go limp.
"...more?"

   Mr.  J chucked, letting one hand slide down the boy's back and
linger on his ass.  "No more of that for tonight.  I think we are
both done for now."

   "Then what?"

   "Let me show you." Mr.  J cupped the boy's face and planted
his lips on Toby's.  Toby sucked air, but quickly wrapped his
arms around Mr.  J's neck and joined in.  Toby even opened his
mouth a little, following his teacher's lips and letting that
same tongue that brought him to two orgasms give him another kind
of comfort.  Toby's feet squirmed against the adult thighs they
rested on, his version of wagging a puppy-dog tail.

   After a moment, Mr.  J broke away, smiling.  Toby was grinning
bigger than Mr.  J had ever seen.  "What did you think of that?"
he asked.

   Toby giggled a little, looking away.  "Fun."

   "How much fun?"

   "A lot."

   "Which parts?"

   "Mmm...  This part!" Toby shoved his lips down on Mr.  J's
again, making exaggerated french kissing sounds.

   Mr.  J laughed through the facial tongue bath he was getting.
One assault deserved another.  So, without hesitation, Mr.  J
grabbed Toby's sides and tickled away.  A squeaul shot forth and
Toby exploded into a pile of flailing arms and laughing boy.

   And so they spent the rest of the night wrestling, kissing,
joking, and playing until little Toby could keep awake no longer.
 The lamp was turned off, the covers opened up, and two happy
boys spooned in a quiet bedroom. Mr.  J clutched the child to
him, wondering whether or not he could actually keep this amazing
thing that fell into his lap.  For the first time since this
began, he decided not to think about what bad things could happen
if it didn't work out.

   Instead, he kissed the crown of Toby's head and whispered,
"Goodnight, buddy."

   And Toby whispered back, "Goodnight, dad."

   FIN

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