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First Draft
by Bbop (bbopharris@hotmail.com)

***

A Western teacher in Asia loses control with a teenage 
male student. A story of consensual sex between teacher 
and student. (M/m-teen, mast, oral, asian)

***

I've been a high school teacher for a long time both at 
home and abroad. It's a good job with plenty of 
holidays, but more importantly, it gives me the chance 
to work with young people. 

Over the years, I've never taken relationships with my 
students beyond the friendship level, some closer 
friendships than others, some with fantasies attached, 
with girls and boys. On one level it's worrying what's 
happening now, but on the other hand it's the most 
exciting and arousing time of my life. 

Let me give you a little background first before we get 
to what you really want to read. I'm a 45 year-old 
male. I'm bisexual, but if you ever accused me of it, 
I'd call you a liar. I've had a string of girlfriends 
as long as both my arms, mostly short-term, but a few 
stuck it out with me for a few years. 

In tandem, I've had occasional one night stands with 
guys. I love fucking and sucking. Man or woman doesn't 
matter. If you can come and I can come it's all the 
same if you've got a rod or a vagina. Sexual arousal is 
more important than gender and it so happens that a 
cute guy can make me just as hard as a cute girl. 

And now I'm a married man of four years good standing 
working in a Thai high school where I enjoy the respect 
and friendship of my colleagues and students. To the 
observer nothing is amiss with me, everything is rosy. 

And it is, for a reason only I and one other know. I'm 
fucking a student; the cutest boy I've ever known with 
such a sweet boy's body and sweet boy's cock. I get 
hard even now alone writing this, just picturing him. 

How did this happen? I've been teaching "Draft" for two 
years, since his first year in the school. He's in my 
English and computing classes, so I see him about 16 
periods a week; a lot of time to get to know him, for 
him to get to know me, for us to move closer and 
closer. 

I knew he was gay right away; a little effeminate in 
his manner, softly spoken, more girl than boy friends 
and a pretty and fairly feminine face. The girls tease 
him from time to time, but always good-naturedly, 
always with fondness. they look after him. The more 
macho boys tolerate him, so he's had no trouble 
developing his sexuality. 

In class, Draft is a good kid -does all his work, likes 
to use English, likes to practice speaking with me. 
When he gets the chance he'll come to my office and 
chat. 

- Writing this now, it seems that our whole story was 
in motion from the start. - 

In class I like to move around, check that my students 
are doing their work right and get them to practice 
English with me, too. And that's what I did with Draft. 
Last year I just stood beside his desk when we were 
talking, but later, earlier this year, I would kneel 
down so that we were level - face to face, eye to eye, 
body to body. It was easy to see that he liked this 
extra attention and I liked my more intimate position. 

Now, I suppose you're thinking that this was all 
premeditated, all a careful setting-of-traps. But at 
the time it really wasn't so. Of course, being 
bisexual, I'd been aroused by him, happy to see that he 
was gay, fantasized about being with him, but like all 
the other fantasies I'd had in the past about my 
students, I thought it would remain just a horny 
picture to masturbate to. 

And I don't know why now, but once I'd started talking 
to him in class in this more intimate position, and the 
response I got from him all led to where we are now. 

Back in class, then, talking to Draft, it seemed quite 
natural to pat his knee or shoulder once in a while. 
And THAT'S where the slope became slippery and too 
slippery for me to keep my feet. What started off as a 
pretty much innocent gesture quickly became charged, 
for me, anyway, with sex. What had been a faint under-
toning of our relationship became a double underlining. 

Those touches were short and sweet to start, but soon 
they became longer and firmer. Touching his knee turned 
into gripping it for a moment, became leaving my hand 
on his thigh for a few seconds, became a stroke of my 
thumb on his soft inner thigh. Patting his shoulder 
became resting my palm on his shoulder, my thumb 
massaging his neck for a few seconds. 

Do you think that was blatant? Well the other students 
didn't, and still don't, guess. You need to remember 
that I'm a married man, my lovely wife is known to many 
of the students and Thai children are still, in most 
cases, innocent, even at 14. 

It's time to move this story along. Once the touching 
had begun Draft began responding to me more. He'd visit 
my office more often, but usually with friends - safety 
in numbers, I suppose. He'd spend longer and longer 
with me, his friends disappearing one by one. Often our 
eyes would meet, we'd smile at each other, there'd be 
the occasional touch from me. 

And then we were alone. Sitting together, talking about 
anything, whatever. 

And there was my hand, on his warm firm thigh with a 
warm firm grip. And there it stayed. I could see now he 
was affected by this. His hands were resting in his 
lap, hiding his erection. I knew this was the moment 
that the future rested on. There was no doubt now what 
would happen.

I kept looking him in the eyes and smiling and made a 
slow kissing motion with my lips. He returned the mime. 
My hand then began to stroke his leg from the knee to 
the centre of his arousal. Slowly, backwards and 
forwards feeling every inch of his leg through the 
material of his blue school shorts. Each time my hand 
would travel a little further into more intimate, more 
exotic places; his soft inner thigh high up, the top of 
his thigh. 

Draft's face was red and I guess mine was too, but it 
wasn't enough. I know we couldn't go much further here, 
but I wanted one more thing. I wanted to touch his skin 
as a lover would. I pulled his chair a little closer to 
mine. I lifted the material of his shorts and I slipped 
my hand inside and felt right away the soft, smooth, 
warm and young flesh. 

O heaven is here and I feel it under my palm and 
fingers. I stroked his skin, every time getting closer 
and closer to his cock. He adjusted himself and on my 
hands return up his thigh my fingers touched his 
scrotum. Draft jumped when I touched him here and he 
gripped the arms of his chair. His cock was pushing up 
through the front of his shorts. My fingers stroked his 
balls, rolling them gently and then I reached that last 
part and found his solid cock. 

O heaven is here. He was rigid, inflexible. I stroked 
him from his balls to the tip of his cock through his 
briefs and it felt beautiful. Draft's head was down, 
looking at what my hand was doing inside his shorts. I 
guessed he would come really fast if I continued and I 
didn't want to make him wait. I pulled the waist of his 
briefs down and right away gripped his cock in my hand. 

He grunted at feeling my hand on him and I started 
wanking him, pulling his foreskin down, then up firmly 
and quite fast. I wanted him to explode for me. I 
spared him the pain of waiting and pumped him fast with 
my fist and BANG! 

He shot his spunk into his shorts and over my hand. As 
he came I kept fisting him and his body jerked and 
jerked in the wild pleasure of it. While he was calming 
down, his breathing slowing down, I stroked his cock, 
mixing sweat with his semen, played with his balls. And 
soft, his cock was still arousing for me. 

Of course I was hard. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped. 
Looking in his eyes, I saw that he wanted to... I took 
his hand inside my shorts and placed it on my cock. He 
touched it softly at first, feeling its length and 
width, its hardness. Then he took hold of me the way 
I'd done to him and started wanking me. 

He wanked me really fast and hard, too, and with my 
hand still on his small cock, I felt myself ready to 
spurt in seconds. His fingers gripping me tight, his 
fist pumped my cock like a piston and BANG! I came into 
my shorts, spurt on spurt. Ooooo. There was heaven. 

Draft copied me again by keeping on stroking me, 
sliding his hand up and down my declining shaft, sticky 
fingers, sticking to me. 

After a while we withdrew our hands. We were both red 
in the face, but a lot calmer. But what to do now? 

"Draft, that was great." 

A nod. His eyes were looking down. Shy or maybe 
embarrassed. 

"Draft?" He looked up. "You're a lovely boy. And what 
we did was lovely. Would you like to do it another 
time?" 

"Yes, ajarn." 

From there we made arrangements. When he could come to 
my apartment? How he could get by the security guard, 
what he should tell people if they asked. I don't need 
to tell you that secrecy was most important. 

We arranged our next meeting for after a school day 
when I knew my wife would be at her family's house for 
a few hours. He got by the security guard by saying he 
was visiting his big sister in an apartment on another 
floor. 

A knock on the door. 

I was hard by the time I'd opened it. He stood in front 
of me, smiling shyly and looking in my eyes. My heart 
melted. 

"You are so beautiful, Draft." 

I brought him inside and closed the door. 

And kissed him fully, lips parting tongues touching, 
sliding, pushing. My hands moved all over him, feeling 
every part of his boy's body: his thin shoulders, his 
budding chest, his back, his sweet ass, his arms, legs 
and his cock.

I didn't waste any time pulling open his shorts and 
pulling off his school shirt. I knelt in front of him, 
still wearing his briefs and pressed my face into his 
groin. He pushed back, I felt his hands on my head, 
directing me. I grabbed the waist of his briefs and 
pulled them down to his ankles.

O to see Draft's sweet hard cock. He had a few hairs on 
his cock and balls, but he was nearly naked of them. 
His cock and scrotum were small. I pressed my face into 
him and smelled him. He smelled of youth and energy and 
sex. I couldn't get enough of him. I started to lick 
and fondle and stoke him all at once. I didn't care 
about waiting. This was urgent desire. I licked his 
scrotum and sucked it into my mouth, gently feeling 
with my tongue his balls. I then ran my tongue up the 
length of his small cock, feeling how hard he was. 

My tongue reached his sweet head, the foreskin pulled 
back. My tongue rolled around and around it and I felt 
he was going to burst. I took all of him into my mouth. 
He tasted amazing; sweet, slightly musky, slightly 
bitter. He felt rigid; his cock couldn't bend at all. I 
started to move my lips up and down his shaft, 
maintaining a firm pressure on him all the time. 

His body was responding frantically. His hands were 
pushing at my head, wanting me to move faster, faster. 
His groin was out of control thrusting in and out 
uncontrollably. And I had to have his spunk. I 
accelerated, my lips sliding up and down him as fast as 
they could, one hand fondling his scrotum, the other 
his ass, back, legs, anywhere there was smooth soft 
Draft skin to touch. And now he had lost control 
completely, he was mine completely. His body was 
swaying, his arms at his sides. And I gave him all he 
wanted. 

His sperm shot to the back of my throat as my mouth was 
all around his amazing cock and I swallowed him. I 
didn't want to waste any of him. I kept licking and 
sucking at his cock until he was back with me, and 
holding my head then my neck. I loved tasting him. I 
kept him inside my mouth until he was soft and small, 
licked him clean. Wow!

I got up then, picked him up and carried him, as light 
as a feather he was, to the bedroom. I placed him on 
the bed and lay beside him.

"Now it's my turn, Draft." 

We began by kissing, me touching his naked chest, his 
nipples, him unbuttoning my shirt, stroking my chest 
and stomach, playing with the chest hair. But he wanted 
me as I wanted him and his fingers were at my belt in a 
few moments. He undid me. I helped by easing my 
trousers and pants down and off and when I lay down 
again, his lips were kissing my swollen cock. He tried 
licking my shaft, my head, my balls, then kissing. 

The feel of his young mouth on me was like pure desire 
to me. With a hand I moved the head of my cock to his 
lips, his mouth opened then closed around me. Draft's 
tongue slid over me feeling for every part. And he 
started moving his mouth up and down. I reached with my 
hand to his mouth and with my fingers shaped his lips 
for the maximum effect. 

I held onto his head as he began to work my cock and 
soon his head was rising and falling faster and faster. 
I was in ecstasies. As his mouth, lips and tongue 
fucked my cock, my cock fucked him right back. I wanted 
all of me to be in him, for him to have it all. I 
pushed and pushed back, groaning in the waves of lust 
that were overcoming me. 

I heard him gag and tried to hold back for him, but the 
speed was increasing, the waves intensifying and I 
couldn't help but thrust hard and deep into his sweet 
mouth and throat. We were hammering each other, his 
hands gripping my waist, my hands his head. My cock was 
going far inside his mouth hard, then out, his teeth 
grating the shaft, then back in hard and faster, 
faster, faster, then O! My spunk shot from me and into 
his throat and I thrust again, again, again. He was 
choking, but I couldn't stop, not then. 

Gradually I slowed and he caught his breath, swallowing 
my semen, licking me as I'd licked him, cleaning my 
cock of every drop. O that was O.

And you ask me if what I'm doing is wrong?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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