"THAT SON OF A BITCH!"
"That son of a bitch!"
Tommy was pissed. Royally.
James had finally made it through several fits of sobbing and told the boys the whole story of his encounter with Mr. Taylor. Tommy had been excited more than angry through the caning portion of the story - but when it came to Taylor trying to force his _c_o_c_k_ onto James and then especially when the anguished young teacher told the boys that he'd been fired for refusing, well, that was the one kind of thing that really made Tommy fighting mad. Kevin too!
James felt quite a bit better for having poured out the whole story and also for the sympathetic reactions of the boys. But as he sat down on the couch - he was suddenly recalled to his PHYSICAL pain, reminded as he was of the steaming welts on his backside.
"Hey, how bad is your butt hurt?" Kevin asked, in a worried tone.
"Oh, I think I'll be alright," James answered, but the frightened little boy look on his face did not reinforce his confident statement.
"Let us see," Tommy asserted.
James was stunned for a moment at the idea of showing the boys - students! - his bare backside. But they assured him "we won't tell anyone you showed us! Hey! We'll be able to tell if you're going to be alright without going to a doctor!"
"Well....okay....sure. Thanks!" and James stood and began unfastening his trousers. He'd completely forgotten that his briefs were lying on the floor across the room so when he let go of the waist of the dress pants and they fell, there he stood, thick recumbent cut _c_o_c_k_ revealed to the boys' eyes. Kevin looked away. Tommy looked fascinated. It was a fine _c_o_c_k_, decorated with a thick vein that was oh so slightly pulsating, colored with the delicacy of Japanese art!
James, in about the fiftieth wave of panic that day, spun around to hide his penis from the boys' gaze.
"Lay down on the end of the bed there and we'll take a good look!" Tommy encouraged him. Kevin and Tommy had eye contact for a moment. The situation was so complicated: they really cared about James especially after the past twenty minutes' outpouring of panic and grief - and they were also excited as hell at sharing the opportunity to closely scrutinize his shapely butt!
So James stepped out of his trousers and walked the several feet, through the door of his bedroom, lying down on the end of the bed, his legs over the side, toes on the floor. The boys were motionless as their teacher walked, admiring the pull and push of fine muscle in the firm curved tissue. Then Tommy stepped forward and flicked on the overhead light. It was very bright! Great! Tommy and Kevin sat on the bed, each at one side of James' upturned butt.
Really the welts were slight to their experienced eye. A sweetly erotic smile passed between the boys after their first study of the teacher's buns. The relatively shallow crack, defined as with a single penstroke, the curve - ah, the curve - more appreciable for the relatively small forms: it was a butt to be coveted.
"We'll have to touch you, to be able to tell how badly you're hurt," Tommy said, hesitantly. (Well, the hesitation was real but only because he knew there might be some resistance to the idea. He couldn't WAIT to get his hands on this fine specimen of male butt!)
"Oh, that's okay," James assured him.
Both boys' hands moved in haste to his bottom, so hurried that they collided in the air over the reddened butt. Again the boys exchanged a glance. Tommy's eye trailed down to Kevin's crotch where a noticeable bulge was developing, in his jeans. A fine bulge! Kevin fidgeted under this invasive gaze, and his friend looked away, knowing full well Kevin's reluctances.
Then - by silent agreement - they placed a palm on one buttock each, gently, tenderly, lightly stroking the flesh. James shuddered. "You'll be okay! We'll just massage and relax your butt, and you go ahead and talk about what happened, if you want to!" Tommy spoke with authority far beyond any that James had ever managed to project himself.
Silence for a few seconds as the two boys sat petting the teacher's bare ass. They were equally fascinated by the warmth, the smooth skin, the slight raising of the welts, the especial warmth at their fingertips where buttocks met, the miniature hillocks rolling down to fine muscular thighs. Two boys with thick pounding _c_o_c_k_s in their pants petted their teachers near-perfect bottom.
Then James spoke, in a low voice, "What really got me was that the whole thing turned me on! I don't get that at all!" He was mortified, delivering this confession, but clearly sensed that Tommy and Kevin were the best - no, the ONLY - people he could talk to about this.
"Hey, Mr. Etting!" Tommy exclaimed. "Don't worry about THAT! Any guy would have been turned on! I'm turned on thinking about it right now!" Tommy and Kevin's stroking sped up a bit. Their breath reflected the ascent of desire.
"What bothered me the most - more than the feeling I was on fire - was not knowing for sure whether I WANTED to take Mr. Taylor into my mouth or not!" James further confessed.
"Hey!" Tommy stroked James' butt ever more intently, fingertips grazing the delicate inner surfaces of the teacher's crack, "A lot of guys who haven't tried it don't know how they feel about sucking another guy's..uh...." Tommy wasn't sure what word to use.
"_c_o_c_k_?" James filled in the blank.
"Yeah, _c_o_c_k_!" Tommy enthused.
As James spoke the word and then again as Tommy repeated it with energy, three actual _c_o_c_k_s jerked slightly more alert - alert and erect. _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_!
"Well, I wonder if I'll EVER find out how I really feel about that!"
Again, Tommy and Kevin had eye contact across the sturdy if discolored surfaces of James' butt. There was a twinkle in Tommy's eye. Kevin's eyes reflected the knowledge of his friends pattern of thinking and also moved ahead to reconcile himself with the scene he knew was about to be suggested.
"Sir?" said Tommy, artfully restoring the teacher student relationship. "You COULD find out! You could try it, on me!"
Shocked, James rolled sideways slightly to look up at Tommy. Tommy noted with delight that the teacher's fine, fat _c_o_c_k_ was hard, bobbing, glistening in the bright overhead light. He wanted to snatch it in his hand but resisted the urge, knowing it would shock James who was not self-conscious about his fat prick at this moment.
"You'd do that for me?" James asked ardently, looking lovingly into Tommy's beautiful eyes.
"Oh it would be my PLEASURE!" (Kevin nearly laughed! He WOULD probably have laughed, were it not for the fine angle of James' butt rolled up onto its side. This was ONE choice scene taking place!)
But Kevin stepped up and away from the end of the bed, as Tommy's hands went to his belt. It was nearly time for Kevin to leave. He would stay only long enough to see the always welcome sight of his friend's perfect big round smooth butt!