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Subject: A Good Boy for Mr B Part 15 This is a continuation of a story started by somebody else. We had lots of hot chats over the real life inspirations behind the story but then the writer’s email address disappeared. I am assuming he doesn’t ever plan to finish the story, so I thought I’d continue it myself. Apologies to him if he was planning to go back there. Thank you for all of the feedback, most of which has been positive. The story has taken some turns I didn’t necessarily expect and I’m not 100% happy with all of it – I guess I got carried away. It’s important to stress that the whole thing is fiction and you shouldn’t infer anything about its author or its readers. Fantasy is just that… A Good Boy for Mr B – Part 15 Jake stayed a while on that Sunday and we had a little more fun, but he was pretty sore from the beating Josh had given him. We spoke a lot about what was happening to us and we agreed that we needed to speak to Mr B properly. We both liked doing things with him and I really loved how sexy and special Mr B made me feel. I knew that wanted to keep on being a good boy for him and I wanted Jake with me too. In school on Monday, Mr B called me to his desk at registration to read my reading book to him. As I read, he rested his hand on my knee and very gently stroked me. I could feel my dick getting hard when he passed me a note, then he dismissed me and called Leo over next. I went back to my seat and opened the note. It said: “get your boy feet nice and sweaty for me this morning. Run around at play time. Then when everyone goes for lunch, meet me in the computer room. Just you!” I felt a little surge of excitement in my tummy. I looked over and noticed that he wasn’t touching Leo. The maths lesson dragged and I couldn’t concentrate, but at play time I showed Jake the note and then we played football. Jake came up to me when the whistle blew at the end of play and whispered, “are they nice and sweaty?” I blushed and nodded my head. Mr B came out onto the playground to collect us and I couldn’t help but stare at his big beefy body in his shirt and tie. I kept thinking about being laid across him in his house, both naked, his cock cumming because of me and my little body. The English lesson was actually fun. Mr B made us get into groups and role play a scene in the book we are reading where a character is kidnapped. He made sure that in my group, I was that character, and he took loads of photos of me “tied to a chair” in my school uniform. Lunch time eventually came around and we all filed out of the classroom. I went to the toilet to give the other boys chance to get clear, then I headed to the computer room. etiler escort It was empty when I went in, but the door to the store cupboard was open slightly. I peered inside and Mr B was there. “Come in, Ryan,” he said, “close the door.” I did. This cupboard was much bigger than the one in the classroom and there was a lock on the door. Mr B was in charge of computers at school and he had the key. “We will be safe in here,” he said, locking the door, “nobody ever comes in.” There was a light in the room which was on. No windows. I guessed it would be the safest place in school. Mr B sat on the floor and motioned for me to do the same. I sat beside him. “Shoes off Ryan!” He ordered. I took off my school shoes and put them to one side. I sat with my knees together beside him. I was wearing grey school socks today and they were pretty damp. The cupboard had the same floor as our classroom and my feet were leaving prints again. I wiggled my toes in my socks and looked at the floor, still feeling nervous. “Mmmmmm,” Mr B moaned, “fuck yes!” He scooted me round so I was facing him and brought both of my socked feet to his face. He inhaled deeply for well over a minute, sniffing every inch of my socks. Then he let my feet drop into his lap. I could feel his hardness beneath his trousers. “Take your socks off for me Ryan. Be my barefoot school boy in shorts!” Slowly, I stripped my left sock off, revealing my size 1.5 boy foot to him gradually. As I did so, he kicked off his own shoes and pulled his trousers and boxers down so that his hard pedo teacher cock sprang free. I slowly removed my other sock and Mr B grabbed my ankles and pulled my feet into his face. I giggled and steadied myself, leaning against a wall for balance as he started to suck my big toe. He went to town on my feet, licking between each toe and sniffing urgently. I could tell my feet were super sweaty and he loved it. He took long licks down the length of my soles and even tickled my heels with his tongue. “Fuck Ryan,” he moaned, “your sweaty feet are fucking perfect. They taste so good!” “Mmmm yeah,” I moaned! Eventually, he let my feet go and leaned back against the wall himself. His cock was super hard. “You know what to do, Ryan,” he said. I went to take my jumper off. “No. In your full uniform. If you make a mess, you will sit like that in class all afternoon. I want Jake to know what you have done!” I got onto my knees next to him and leant forward. His balls and crotch smelt sweatier that normal and it made me a little dizzy. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head, using my hands to peel his foreskin etimesgut escort back. I put my tongue into his piss slit and flicked my eyes up to see him. “Oh fuck Ryan,” he moaned, “fucking dirty cock sucking school boy. What are you?” I let his cock head drop from my mouth and said, in my innocent sounding high pitched voice, “I am a fucking dirty cock sucking school boy Mr Baxter!” With that, he grabbed my head and forced me onto his cock. It filled my mouth quickly and hit the back of my throat. I gagged and spluttered, and I could feel my snot and drool falling onto my school jumper. Mr B held it there for a few moments. “Breathe, Ryan,” he ordered, “learn to breathe around it. It’s ok if you choke a little for me.” As he said that, he gyrated a little and I felt him brush against my tonsils. Then he started to fuck my mouth slowly, pulling out so his cock head was on my tongue, then gently but firmly sliding it all the way back into my throat. I was on my knees again, barefoot, my shoes forgotten at my side. I looked up and could see Mr B had both of my socks pressed up to his face. He was sniffing beneath the toes of the socks and fucking my face. He started to fuck faster and harder and my jaw was really starting to ache. I moaned around his man meat but he was totally in control. My little nail was hard inside my shorts and I knew I loved this – I loved being his and having him use me! “Such a good boy, Ryan,” Mr B said in between huffing my stinky socks, “just the perfect little school boy. Fuck!” He withdrew so his swollen cock head was on my tongue and, wanking himself a couple of times, shot his load all over my tongue and in my mouth. He fired rope after rope and I could tell he was in heaven. All the while sniffing my damp socks. When he finished, he picked me up and stood me up in his lap so our faces were level. “Swallow it all,” he said. I swallowed it down and he kissed me urgently, his tongue wrestling with mine and his hands slipping under my jumper and t shirt, feeling up my bare back. “Good Boy Ryan,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You have about half an hour of your lunch break left. Eat your lunch quickly then get outside and play. We are doing art this afternoon and I’m going to make you draw a banana. Your spit drying on your jumper because your teacher has face fucked you at lunch. Your hard little nail desperate for release. But you won’t touch it Ryan. Will you?” “No, Mr B,” I said, reaching for my socks. “Oh no,” Mr B chuckled, “I’m keeping these. You will be sockless all afternoon!” “But what if someone notices?” I asked, “I’m wearing shorts! People will see!” etlik escort “That’s your problem,” Mr B said, pulling up his trousers and resolutely stuffing my socks into his pocket. “Use your imagination!” He unlocked the door. “We can’t do this every lunch time,” he said, “as people will catch on if you are never out playing. But I do know that you, me and Jake need to talk! Bring him to the usual spot on Wednesday at 4pm. Wear your school uniforms. And both be ready to get fucked. You will be at my place until at least 7.” He opened the door and shooed me out. I ate my lunch quickly and got onto the playground with 15 minutes of play time left. Jake looked me over, “Fuck Ry,” he whispered, “what happened?!” “He fucked my mouth,” I said, “took my socks. Told me I was a good boy. He wants us to go to his on Wednesday in our school uniforms. Says we will get fucked. Is that ok?” Jake looked me in the eye. “Yes Ry,” he said, “I won’t lie, some of this doesn’t feel right to me. But I know you like being with Mr B and I like him too I think. And I… I sort of want to get fucked. Is that weird?” “No,” I said, “no it’s not. I know what you mean!” “What will you tell people about your socks?” He asked. “I’ll say I stepped in a puddle! I dried my shoes with a paper towel! “I have an idea,” Jake said. He led me to a quiet bit of the playground where nobody usually goes as the bushes stop you from playing football. He took off his shoes and socks, put his socks into his pocket and then put his shoes back on. “I’ll say I stepped in it too!” He said, grinning, “we were messing around!” I beamed at him. “Thanks Jake! You’re the best!” He smiled. I had noticed as he put his shoes back on that his feet were still marked from his caning, but the marks had already done down. “Are your feet still sore?” “Everything is sore,” he said, “but it’s ok. That Josh won’t touch either of us again. That’s a promise! If Mr B wants to play with us as badly as I think he does, he will agree! He’s already said I won’t do PE this week as I will still have marks when we get changed.” “Shame,” I grinned, “I won’t get to perv on your naked body!” “You will,” he laughed, “cos I’m coming to yours after school and I’m gonna fuck you in your bed!” I grinned from ear to ear. Just then, the whistle blew and we headed for our line. “Why you two not wearing socks?” Leo asked, bounding up to us. “We were dicking around in a puddle,” Jake said as Mr B came out to collect us, “we managed to dry our shoes but our socks are soaked!” Mr B eyed up Jake’s bare ankles and licked his lips. “Come on class,” he boomed, “lots to do this afternoon!” We followed our teacher back into class. Well, that felt like a bit of a change of pace. Mr B and the boys clearly need their chat and after that they can explore their kinks together. Let me know what you think should happen to Josh and the boys. If you have any inspirations for characters or scenarios, feel free to contact me ail

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