The Headmaster
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To say that Mr. Lavender and I didn’t hit it off would be something of an understatement. In this strict all-male environment us boys were referred to by surname and teachers as “Sir”; we stood when they entered the room and sat when we were given permission. Having just turned sixteen I’d frankly had enough and while I still attended classes a paid no heed to the maths lesson or the homework; I had better things to do which mainly revolved around music, idly doodling and sexual fantasies. The thing that annoyed him most was that he knew I was capable but showed no interest in his beloved equations.I glanced at my watch, three fifteen – thirty more minutes of mind-numbing boredom. A silence gradually permeated into my consciousness; the sound of his voice, the chalk on the board had ceased. I slowly raised my eyes and was met by his icy stare.“The answer, Jenkins?” The thin metallic sarcasm in his voice cut through the silence.“I… I um….I don’t know, Sir…”“No, you don’t know do you because you’ve got more important things to do than pay attention don’t you Jenkins?”This small cold man was relishing the ritual humiliation and all I could do was stand in silence as my cheeks burned. After another thirty seconds of unblinking silence he sneered:“Go and explain yourself to the headmaster.”I stood and walked to the door without a word. It was a relief to be out of that room but a sense of foreboding immediately descended as I went down the three floors of stairs. The walk along the corridor seemed to go on and on as my mind fell into a strange numbness – it felt as if I wasn’t really there and was just observing the scene as it unfolded. I saw my hand rising and then knocking on the panelled door. It opened and then I was inside standing in front of the Headmaster’s desk. Finally, he looked up.“Name?” he said with an air of indifference.“Jenkins Sir.”“And why are you here Jenkins? Spit it out I haven’t got all afternoon.”“Mr, er… Mr Lavender sent me Sir…”“Well clearly somebody sent you boy, but why – on what purpose?”“I…. um…I wasn’t paying attention Sir…” My voice trailed off into silence and I felt Escort Sefaköy like my head was spinning. The Headmaster looked at me for a while in contemplation but remained silent. Finally, he let out a sigh and then said in a surprisingly quiet voice:“Take down your trousers…”I fumbled with the belt then undid the button and pulled down the zip. I pushed them down to my knees and stood there waiting.“Take them all the way down…”I obediently did as I was told.“Now your shorts.”I hesitated. His voice seemed to be getting quieter and sounded less threatening with each command.“You shorts,” he repeated softly.Sliding my thumbs into the elastic I lowered them over my hips and bent forward pulling them all the way down. I stood, my shirt tails the only thing covering my genitals. The air around my balls felt good but I was willing myself not to get lost in the sensation and dreading what would come next.“Well, it’s hardly a caning offence is it?” he said quietly.I looked at him, confused.“And did you do anything to provoke Mr Lavender?” he asked.“No Sir, I don’t… um, I don’t think so….”“Lift up your shirt Jenkins – that’s it – all the way up to your chest.”As I raised it exposing myself to his gaze I saw a faint smile forming on his lips.“Well, you look like a fit young lad to me, there’s sometimes more to life than maths lessons and exams. Do you like to masturbate Jenkins? Most boys your age do.”My mind was already numb and couldn’t really process what was happening; all I could do was nod in silence.“Why don’t you slip that blazer off and unbutton your shirt – it will feel much more comfortable…”His words were no longer commands but seemed to be encouraging prompts. My penis was already starting to respond to the feeling of being exposed and the familiar tingly sensation was stirring in my balls. I took the blazer off and stood there holding it not knowing what to do. To my utmost surprise, the Headmaster reached forward, took it from my hand, folded it, and then placed it on his desk.“There’s no need for your tie or any uniform at the moment Jenkins…” he said Yenibosna escort bayan now sounding almost kind. I undid the school tie and handed it to him, watching again as he neatly folded it and placed it on top of my blazer.“Keep going…” was all he said this time.Button by button I undid the white shirt knowing that when the last one was gone I would be standing completely naked in front of him. My cock twitched and I could feel it starting to swell. When I slipped the shirt off my shoulders and handed it to him he had a pleasant smile on his lips and the feeling of being totally naked in front of him was intoxicating sending the blood rushing to my groin making me light-headed. I loved being naked; in my bedroom, out in the woods, other secret places I had found – anywhere I could enjoy myself without the fear of getting caught with my sixteen-year-old erection in my hand – but being naked now in front of an older man, my Headmaster was really strange.“You’re a fine young lad.” His words filtered through into my heightened consciousness and growing arousal.“You may as well take your shoes and socks off – there’s no point in keeping your ankles all bound up is there?”I bent down. Untied the laces, struggled to get them off almost losing my balance; finally slid my trousers and underpants over my ankles and then quickly pulled off my socks.I stood slowly fully aware of my complete nakedness, my cock now semi-erect pointing forwards towards him. I watched as if the whole scenario was happening in slow-motion. He stood up from his chair. My eyes went from his white-haired, no-longer stern face down over his immaculate dark suit and tie that were cloaked in a long black gown and saw an eight-inch firm erection standing out through his open flies. He’d either been aroused before I entered his office or had been taking secret pleasure in transforming my predicament into his own particular wishes.Neither of us spoke as we looked at each other, both obviously in a state of arousal.“It’s perfectly natural for boys like you to play with themselves and Halkalı escort masturbate…” he said gently breaking the silence. “And sometimes it’s even nicer if you do it together, providing of course you like and trust one another.”He walked slowly around the large desk until he was standing very close to me and made no move to cover his enormous erection. I’d seen my classmates in the shower after sports every week for years but I’d never seen an older man or a cock like this. I’m about seven inches but he was at least an inch and half more and so much thicker than anything I’d seen or even knew about. He placed his hands gently on my shoulders and turned me with my back to the desk before guiding me down so I was perched naked on the edge. As I sat his hand drifted down over my chest, across my belly and then lower until he gently wrapped his fingers around my shaft. His hand stayed still as I settled into a comfy position but then began to move very slowly up and down my engorged cock. He raised a finger to his lips in a “Shh” gesture telling me to keep quiet and allow the feeling of what was happening to take control.I stared down at my erection gently encased in his fingers and watched as he expertly began to massage my arousal. Each slow stroke pulled my foreskin slightly further back, gradually revealing my shiny purple helmet. After several minutes of this, I was moaning deeply, my breathing coming in irregular gasps but he was very skilled and had no intention of bringing me to climax anytime soon. When he finally got my foreskin all the way back leaving my glans completely free he stopped for a moment and looked at it admiringly.“You have a very nice penis, Jenkins. Close your eyes and I will show you some other ways to enjoy this.”I obeyed.I felt his hand release from around my shaft in the darkness behind my eyelids. There was no touch or sensation, just a faint ruffling as he moved. I had no idea what was happening. He made me wait. He knew that the anticipation and suspense would only heighten my sensuality. He was about to initiate me into the deliciously seductive world of sensual abandon.I felt the varnished wood of the old desk pressing against my buttocks, my hands gripped the edge tightly for support, I was trembling all over, my erect cock standing rigid with it’s swollen purple head now adorned by a clear drop of my pre-ejacular fluid. I waited, trying to take deep breaths.
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