It was hard to call a morning normal when, for only the second night in your life, you awoke with a six-year old boy naked and pressing gently against your erection. Besides that, it was fairly normal for Mr. J. The normal part had more to do with him waking up twenty five minutes later than he wanted to. Not, of course, because he lost track of time watching TV or reading, but because he had managed to give his bed-mate multiple orgasms and received a rather explosive one of his own from a lovely bout of oral sex. Such things tend to tire a man out.

As much as a repeat of yesterday morning's shower scene seemed to be in order, Mr. J alloted no time for such things. Shower and breakfast were sped through, though Toby had attempted to slow them down with his hands. Mr. J had been nice enough to explain how important it was for a teacher to be on time and promised that they would have more time for that later.

Toby had dressed himself in his new clothes. The boy had elected shorts and a tee-shirt to cover up a pair of lovely underoos covered in Batman comic pages. Even rushed as he was, Mr. J could hardly avoid pausing to watch them disappear. It would be a whole end of the day before he would get the opportunity to peel those back off. The very thought was depressing enough.

And yet, duty called. Two classes of tykes shouting, playing, and, hopefully, learning something. Mr. J quickly ushered Toby into his car and took off.

As usual, the morning class was a breeze. Toby sat quietly at Mr. J's desk, looking at books or busying himself with computer games on the internet. This class was a little bit ahead of his, so Toby paid a bit of attention. Toby was looking for the answers to questions so he could keep his teacher impressed with him.

The morning ended and was quickly replaced with the afternoon class. Mr. J was eager to catch up with the morning session, so the pace had picked up. Toby and Laura again sat side by side. Even though they were talking when they shouldn't have, Mr. J knew to let them be. After all, Toby was explaining to Laura that he couldn't come over. And not answering the "why" question Laura returned. So long as no one found out Toby was staying with Mr. J, maybe they could stay together. Toby wasn't happy to say it to his new friend and she wasn't happy to hear it.

Meanwhile, other things were changing in his class. Specifically, Dustin was changing. Toby had been getting extra reinforcement from sitting in on the morning class while waiting for his to start. So it was no surprise that he came extra prepared to be called on. Naturally, Toby was getting everything right-- even the letter and word questions. Over the last two previous days, Dustin had been showcased as the bad kid in class for teasing Toby and, now that everyone knew to respect Toby and knowing the answer, Dustin seemed to be having a problem staying on top.

At first, Mr. J had been glad to see Dustin's hand shoot up for every question. The problem was in the fact that Dustin rarely got an answer right. He volunteered himself before he thought about whether he knew the correct response. It did not help when Toby would offer up the right answer right after him. Suddenly, perhaps for the first time in this kid's life, he wasn't number one in his peers. And since Toby had never come out for recess, Dustin couldn't beat his new rival in the one area Dustin was sure to be more successful in: fitness.

Each time Dustin lost to his rival, his baby-round cheeks turned a little bit redder. Mr. J made a determined effort to call on other students, but that didn't help either. Dustin would huff whenever he wasn't called on. Impossible to ignore him, impossible to keep calling on him. The boy was trying, which was new, but why all of a sudden? Was it just that he felt his number one position was threatened by the smart kid? Mr. J's mind jumped to the possibility of Dustin trying to beat him up. Already, he was becoming a little too protective of Toby. The first response he could think of was to throttle Dustin's ass if that happened.

Counting and math turned to reading and everyone gathered around on the floor. Mr. J normally recruited an assistant from the crowd to show the pictures for him. The lucky winner got to do it however they wanted, whether that was to sit on his lap or to walk around with the book. Mr. J had already decided that he was going to have Laura do it this week. But, as soon as everyone had settled, Mr. J found Dustin way too close to Toby and was already trying to steal room from him. The protective instinct kicked in without thinking: he called Toby up to be the assistant.

Dustin looked furious, but bit his lip and took the extra carpet he had beent trying to steal. Already, it felt like a mistake. More ire from Dustin. At some point, it was going to pop.

Mr. J did not realize exactly how much of a mistake it was for Toby to be the assistant until he felt the familiar feeling of Toby's soft rear snuggle onto his lap. The supple butt immediately pushed back until he was comfortably nestled above Mr. J's crotch. A flashback of fondling the boy to the words of The Hobbit hit him, but he shook the image away. That particular memory wasn't needed anyway; his cock was already beginning to strain against his slacks.

Composure was difficult to attain, but Mr. J was a professional. He opened the book and read off the first page, letting Toby take it to show the pictures to the class. But each time pictures had to be shown, Toby would push his little ass back and wiggling it from side to side. Mr. J's cock was standing straight up, rubbing into Toby's butt and back. Both of them knew what was going on. One of them was rather proud of himself while the other was rather afraid for his continued career. Mr. J had wanted Toby to come out of his shell, but this was not what he had in mind.

By about half way through the book, Mr. J realized that his hips were wiggling a little too, squeezing out any semblence of a sensation from the experience. Perhaps not getting off in the morning with Toby was a bad idea. This could not happen at school. Too much was at risk like this.

"Toby, can you settle down please?" Mr. J asked, pausing the story.

Toby sighed. There was a little bit of attitude in it. "Yes, Mr. J."

Even without the wiggling, Mr. J's erection was not disappearing even as the story finished. Toby took the chance to rub the cock behind him a little bit more before he hopped off and everyone returned to their tables. For the next few minutes, Mr. J gave instructions from the chair with the book on his lap.

The rest of the afternoon, Toby was trying to do whatever little things he could to tease his teacher. Not all of them worked. The mind of a six-year old was not exactly geared with romance in mind, after all. Sometimes, he would just pull up his shirt a little. Other times, he would poke Mr. J's leg or tug on his pants as he passed. At one point, he was licking a lollipop. A lot. But always while looking straight at his teacher.

The other kids thought he was being silly. And as long as they continued to think that, Mr. J wasn't going to address it during class. Afterwards, however, Mr. J had every intention of having a stern talk with the boy. Home was where they got to play like that. But school was where learning was and hard work was. It was not supposed to be all fun and sex play. Hell, it wasn't supposed to be sex play at all. Mr. J's image of what running a class was supposed to look like was getting a little mirky what with sleeping with his favorite student and all.

Toby's little advances did not always have their intended effect, but watching him bend over with his short leg hiked up for a flash of Nick Jr underpants certainly was. They were brand new, perfectly white with two orange stripes following the seams around his legs. Porcelain white thighs accented in vivid color. He could even see the hump where the beginning of that mouth-watering package was wrapped up for later.

Again, Mr. J found himself spending a lot of extra time at his desk while his students worked.

In the midst of cleaning up arts and crafts, the recess monitor arrived to take the kids out. Cheers and excitement rang out as kids exploded from their seats, grabbing toys and hurrying to the line. The kids had worked hard and the class was caught up, so Mr. J let go the fact that they should have been calmer about it. He flagged the recess monitor to take them out.

The room was finally empty. Mr. J scratched his groin in relief, finding himself still half-mast. Toby was driving him crazy like this. But it was good that Toby had gone off to recess. Though he had no idea what might happen if Dustin was sufficiently angry, the recess monitors would have to take care of it. Fights between kindergarteners weren't the hardest to break up. Besides, Mr. J needed to cool his jets.

The room came back together slowly. Every crayon tin put away always left one or two behind to step on or spot under a table. There were new crayon streaks on the table to get off. As a teacher, you got used to that sort of thing. If your class didn't look like a disaster, you were a real professional. As it turned out, Mr. J wasn't that good. And yet, somehow, enough people believed otherwise.

Mr. J slumped into his chair, letting his head hang back over the back-rest. It was only day three and he was being seduced by a kid he was trying to bribe an official to adopt after he accidentally molested said child. If this was day three, what would the rest of the year look like?! Mr. J was pretty sure it would be filled with either hearings or little kids in very sexual ways.

He could practically feel it already, the touch of little hands on his respectively large cock. Wrapping tiny digits around the shaft and stroking it through his pants. The electricity was driving him wild already. He could feel them finding his favorite pace, determined to please their teacher as best they could. They were eager to do anything for him. And none of them wanted to leave it there. The feeling of his zipper releasing and his dick breaking past the fly of his boxers, the initial touch of those soft, plump fingers squeezing his head everything he had always dreamed of.

It took a moment for Mr. J to realize that this wasn't him launching into a fantasy. From underneath his desk, Toby popped his head out. In the boy's hands was his teachers penis, which he had happily retrieved during the reverie. One hand had taken up the balls while his other had the daunting task of jacking off the shaft before him. That sly grin from his teasing moves all day had returned.

Mr. J was having a hard time making words. "Jesus, Toby, I thought you went to recess..."

"Nope. Surprise!" Toby jacked a little harder for emphasis.

"Toby, we can't..." Mr. J groaned. It was hard to make it convincing. "...do this in here..."

"But I want to." Toby did not stop to discuss it.

"We can't always do what we want, Toby. Ugh..."

"Yeah, huh."

"Nuh-uh." It was a weak defense, but Mr. J's intellect was understandably occupied.

"Yeah, huh." And with that, Toby placed his determined head on his teacher's cock. Mr. J humped forward involuntarily, gripping the armrests on his chair like vices. The candy-colored tongue from earlier was doing the same to his head, teasing away from his underside to his tip. And as the lips he had come to love so much began to bob and suck, Mr. J could only think one thought: good counterpoint.

Down under the desk, Toby's hand had fallen away and was rubbing erratically across his crotch, trying to satisfy himself. Undressing would be rather dangerous, but Mr. J wanted access to his favorite toy. There was so much he wanted to do to the boy, but recess was short and if anyone walked in, there would be serious problems. They would have to do this fast and Mr. J was not walking away without cumming now. Toby's pleasure would have to wait until class was over, as disappointing as it felt to decide that.

Mr. J took Toby's head in his hand and pushed him forward a little while his other snatched up his own cock. "We are going to have to do this fast, so let me help." What he didn't tell Toby was that there couldn't be any mess either. Mr. J began to jack off as fast as he could while holding his boy's mouth firmly on his cock head. "Keep sucking, buddy."

Toby's eyes closed and he relinquished control. Mr. J's fist pumped fast and hard, sometimes tapping the pink lips tightly wrapped around him. The only thing his favorite student did was lick as hard as he could, swirling across the mushroom shape filling up his mouth. Already, Mr. J was getting close.

"Ok Toby..." Mr. J grunted, looking down at the boy's tense, displeased face. "I want you to start swallowing. Just gulp as hard as you can and don't..." Mr. J gasped, but managed to hold off the tide of his impending orgasm for a moment more. "Just don't stop, buddy. Don't stop."

Tightening his grip on Toby's head, Mr. J thrust a precious inch forward and the flood began. Toby's head instantly tried to pull off when the first cum shot tagged the back of his throat, but he couldn't move. So the boy swallowed as fast as he could, focusing only on his teacher's instructions. Mr. J's cock pumped a few times across that tense, frozen tongue, letting spurt after spurt paint the insides of Toby's mouth.

It finally slowed down and Toby felt the pressure on the back of his head loosen. The boy pulled his head free, letting the deflating dick slip from his lips and slide across his cheek. Toby coughed, trying to find air. His eyes were watery.

Mr. J had slumped into his rolly chair, catching his own breath. For a few minutes, both of them remained in place. Toby's head hung down, sitting splayed out between the chair and the desk. The cock he had managed to take still hung lewdly out of its slacks only a foot away.

"Are you ok, buddy?" Mr. J asked as both of their breathing slowed.

Toby nodded, but he did not look up.

"I was a bit too hard, wasn't I?"

Toby didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, buddy. Can you come up here for a minute?"

Slowly, but surely, little Toby stood up and shakily climbed into Mr. J's lap. A thumb came to each side of his face, stroking away the wetness under each eye. Toby snuggled into his teacher's chest, sniffling.

"I should not have done it like that. I love you, Toby." Mr. J pulled the boy close, then pushed open his legs enough to palm the boy's crotch. "So come here..." Before Toby knew it, Mr. J was kissing him on the lips, just like he saw in the movies. And the hand between his legs was more insistent, massaging his tightly-wrapped package through his shorts. Already, the redness of fear and discomfort on his face turned to the rosy red of a blush.

Mr. J pulled back, giving the boy's package one last squeeze. "Class will be back soon, but I promise I will make you feel very good as soon as we can. Ok?"

Toby nodded and puckered his lips for another kiss, which his teacher was happy to oblige him for.

Meanwhile, a pair of small eyes peered through the window blinds, taking in everything with a patent jealousy.

Class returned and Mr. J found it much easier to teach with his cum carefully and cleanly deposited where no one would find it.

This gave Mr. J the opportunity to work on Dustin a bit more. Instead of giving others the opportunity to correct the boy, Mr. J encouraged him to figure out answers with his help. And, during crafts time, he even chose to sit with Dustin and work with him on the project. If any other kid asked for attention, however, Dustin's mood soured to an even worse level than before. It was getting a little out of control, but the day was almost over and nothing dramatic had come of it.

The rest of the day was filled with silly things because most of the kids needed it. Catching up with the morning class was hard with kindergarteners. They worked at their own pace usually. And they had all put a valiant effort towards covering a lot of letters and numbers in a day. Good work all around. So the last half hour they watched short videos of claymation characters talking about good values.

And so the kids poured out of the class. Toby, of course, remained behind. And, as soon as the door closed, that bundle practically jumped into his big lover's arms for a hug. Mr. J sighed. "You could, you know, give the kids a bit of time to get out of here before you start that."

"They are gone!"

"But plenty of people are still here."

"So?"

"I can get in a lot of trouble for things like that, Toby. You know better."

"Nut-uh! We did it already!"

"That was different..."

"Nut-uh!"

"Toby..."

"Please?"

"C'mon buddy..."

"Please!!!"

Mr. J shook his head, putting Toby back on the ground. "We should wait until we are home."

"No!"

"Yes, Toby."

Toby stomped his foot, but it did no good. So he did the next best thing. He put two defiant little hands on his own shorts waistband and tugged them down to his ankles. And so Toby stood proudly in his Blue's Clues underpants, stark white with blue lines across them and dog characters flouncing about across his butt. And he glared at his teacher with his hands firmly planted on his hips.

Of course, it had the intended effect. Toby's beautiful body was a drug to his teacher and the rather smart boy had realized this. He had been using it all day to entice Mr. J into playing during recess. And even though that didn't go the way he wanted, Toby was determined to get his own orgasm. "You said after class!"

Mr J's eyes widened and his cock tensed. But he knelt down in front of Toby, grabbing him by his lower waist and looking him in the eyes. "You know I want to, buddy. And I promise you will get all the orgasms you want. But its dangerouns to do it here like this. We should not have done that during recess. Besides, I want you in my bed." He shook the sexy little boy hips for emphasis. Mr. J slid one hand down the boy's stomach and cupped the imprint of a soft boy sack and matching knob. "I love you. Ok?"

And that's when something caught his eye. Just to the left and no more than fifteen feet away, a pair of eyes gawked at them. With one hand on Toby's hip and the other cupping his jewels, Mr. J found himself being watched by a very familiar little face in the doorway.

"That's why you hate me!"

"Hello, Dustin."

"I saw you! I saw you in the window!"

Toby scrambled to pull his shorts up as Mr. J stood up.

"You were kissing!"

"Yes, we were."

"And you hate me!"

"I don't hate you, Dustin."

"Just because Toby is a stupid pants wetter, you hate me."

"Dustin..."

"I'm smart too!"

"Alright..."

"But all you do is let him pick on me!"

"But-"

"And now take his clothes off."

"That's enough," Mr. J growled, finally finding his nerve. So Dustin found them out. It was time to fix that situation. "Get in the classroom and close the door."

Dustin stiffened up, face red with fear. He froze.

"Now."

Reluctantly, even fearfully, Dustin did as he was told, but came no farther than the door once it was closed. So his teacher marched over and dragged him by his arm over to the desk. With a swift motion, Dustin found himself sitting on the edge of his teacher's desk, their faces only inches from each other.

"What do you want, Dustin?"

"..huh?"

"What do you want? You came here because you are mad at me. You think I hate you. That's not true. Do you know what jealousy means, Dustin?"

"Yeah."

"What then?"

Dustin didn't say anything.

"It means you see something that you want, but someone else has it." Mr. J made the point clear by poking Dustin in the chest for what he wanted, then pointed to Toby when someone else had it. "Are you jealous, Dustin?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?" Mr. J had a sinking suspicion that he knew where his mind was going with all of this. Toby had opened up a whole new part of himself, brazen and ready to do anything, to take any risk. The logic was always the same: it was too late to turn back. A rational voice always tickled the back of his mind, asking where all of this would lead. But that primal, new man inside Mr. J had a hard time listening when a new problem appeared.

Dustin didn't respond, didn't even look Mr. J in the face. "What did you see during recess?"

"You and Toby."

"What were we doing?"

"He was down there," Dustin said, pointing behind the desk. "And your thing was out."

"And?"

"And Toby had it. Like eating it."

"And after that?"

"You hugged him."

"And?"

"And kissed!"

"Anything else?"

"You put your hand where his thing is."

"That's right. I did. Do you know why?"

Dustin shook his head. Already, the boy was calming down. The factual replay made it hard for Dustin to keep being accusatory.

"That happened because I care about Toby and Toby needs help. So I'm helping him. And I need to be able to keep helping him. It is very important."

Dustin nodded.

"Alright. You know how Toby is good at numbers?"

Dustin shook his head. "He's a cheater."

"Are you a cheater at the monkey bars and catch?"

"No way!"

"There you go. Toby isn't cheating. We are all good at something."

Dustin sighed, kicking his feet a little. This wasn't working out like his six-year-old mind had planned.

"Now that we understand each other, I want to know this: how can I make you happy?"

Dustin looked back up to his teacher, surprised.

"That's right. I have my ways of making Toby happy. I care about Toby, so I will do a good job making him happy."

Toby joined them, smiling his newly practiced smile.

"But I also care about you, Dustin. I'm glad you are in my class." Mr. J's hands grabbed the bigger boy's legs, each one squarely on top of the thigh. "And if you want, I can help you too."

Dustin looked between the two of them, uncertain. "How?"

Toby pushed his head in a little. "He can read good books, cooks yummy food too!"

"Lame!"

Toby frowned a little. "And he drives cool and can make you feel good..."

"What?"

Toby reached forward jokingly rubbed right between Dustin's legs, which made the boy nearly jump off the desk.

"Toby! That's not nice!"

"Don't touch me!" Dustin said, glaring at Toby.

"Alright, alright!" Mr. J pulled Dustin back to the edge of his desk. "Remember what you saw in the window? Well, that's a secret way to play that can make you feel good."

"Real good!" Toby said, nodding his head with pride.

"That's gross." Dustin said, looking away.

"Maybe, but sooner or later, everyone learns that it feels good." Mr. J's hands began to slowly creep up Dustin's thighs, gently teasing at the flesh and muscle of his play-powered legs. A shiver ran across the boy's body.

"This is weird."

"Well," Mr. J pulled his hands off of Dustin, "I want you to know that it is ok." Maybe it wasn't time for this one. There would be no rape and kids often have a hard time resisting. There was no doubt that Dustin would like it, more that he wasn't ready to start.

The three were quiet for a bit, looking at each other. It was Toby that finally broke the silence. "I don't hate you either."

Dustin glanced over at Toby, then looked away. "Nerd."

"Yep!"

Dustin made a double-take. "You may be a smarty-pants, but I can still peg you."

"Probably," Mr. J interjected. "And that's why both of you are the same, just different. Now, Dustin, what do you think?"

"This is weird."

"I understand that." Kids got so repetitive. It was one of the few pet peeves Mr. J had with them. "I mean are we cool?"

"I guess."

"Good. Now, one more thing. I want you to not tell anyone about the secret games in here."

"And what if I do?"

"Then bad things will happen to me and Toby."

"Maybe I'll tell!"

"No, you won't."

Dustin glared, but didn't say anything.

"In return, if you want me to help you with anything, you just ask. I only help the kids I like, Dustin. You are one of them. Don't you forget it."

The neighborhood whipped by the car window. Toby watched it go by. It was Fall and the trees were just starting to turn colors. He always liked that.

"Did you want to play with him?"

Mr. J glanced over, then back at the road. "What do you mean, buddy?"

"...like we do?"

The question was so sudden. The straight answer was yes, but he hadn't even thought of what Toby might think of this. Really, if someone asked him that question of any kid in his class, he would theoretically have to say yes. Each of them was attractive in some way or another. Even Dustin, with his extra baby fat and anger was cute in a way.

"Well, Toby, I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"I dunno."

"Do you not want me to play with other kids too?"

"I dunno."

Maybe Toby could get jealous too.

"Listen, buddy. I love you. Dustin will need some help too, but I don't know what he needs yet."

"Is he going to move in too?"

"I don't think so. That is all you, buddy."

"Yay!"

"Yay is right. But I gotta ask. If Dustin wanted to play like we do, just with me or with both of us, would that make you mad?"

Toby shook his head. "Maybe he wouldn't be so mean!"

"Maybe."

Two laughing boys, one big and one small, broke through the door of the little house at the end of the street. As soon as Toby dropped his school bag at the door, his teacher swooped him up, draping the giggling child over his shoulder. Toby squirmed and kicked as Mr. J closed and locked the door.

"What are you doing?" he squealed as his ribs caught a nibble.

"I think I made a promise to one little boy today." Mr. J kicked off his loafers, balancing a roudy Toby all the while. "And I think its about time!"

Laughter turned to shrieks as Toby was pulled from his precarious perch and into the air, then around and around the living room. The house was like a tornado, all colors flashing by. His heart raced from the terror and fun. And then, for a brief second, there were no hands on him. The thought to flail or be worried about falling didn't have time to come, because he found himself tossed into a pile of pillows on the couch. Mr. J quickly followed.

Then came the rapid fire kiss attack. Toby wiggled around, but to no avail. Mr. J was on top of him, pinning him in place as smooch sounds filled the air. Wet lips smacked all over his face and neck while playful fingers poked away at his ribs. His shirt was quickly pulled up and the loudest, wettest, and funniest raspberry was blown all over his tummy, bringing Toby almost to the point of tears. Toby hugged Mr. J's head as he went, kissing and blowing all over his shaking chest and stomach, unable to contain his own joy.

"You don't need this!" Mr. J declared, pulling the brand new t-shirt off of his bouncing pile of boy. Provided with new access, Mr. J promptly went for Toby's neck again, this time pretending to bite him all over. "So... delicious!" he would say in a cartoony voice in between chomping down on shoulder and chin. And when Toby was finally getting used to it, a raspberry would get blown on his forehead, setting him off all over again.

Mr. J's lips travelled back down Toby to find two little soft nips waiting for some extra attention. Protecting Toby's soft skin from his teeth with his lips, he got a mouthful of Toby's nipple and babyfat, pushed in, and giggled it around. Toby laughed more, the weird sensation having the beginnings of sexual arousal mixed in-- especially when Mr. J's tongue began to toy with the flesh at its disposal.

"So yummy!" Mr. J said as he released Toby's skin.

"Don't eat me!" Toby managed to get out.

"Did you say to eat you? Ok!"

More high-pitched squeals filled the room as the monstrous, boy-eating teacher returned to the belly. His tongue ravished Toby's belly button and his lips made an air-tight seal, breaking it only to make more low, silly-sounding raspberries. "Oh... so good!" Mr. J groaned through Toby's stomach. "Delicious!"

Toby's heart was pounding. His round cheeks were red with laughter, wet with happy tears. Poor thing could barely breathe he was so tortured with fun. Every flail was practically a muscle spasm. Watching that chest rise and fall, Mr. J found a kind of pleasure that no lust could think to place in its sight. To see him happy seemed to complete something inside.

Mr. J couldn't help but stare, watch this child in his arms and care. Complete trust, affection, love... These things had never beeng given to him before by anyone. This boy, Toby, was like an injection of pure joy, pure beauty, pure happiness. It seemed like it had already been ages between the two of them, though the giddy stage had never left. It only seemed natural to be like this. To hold this boy, kiss him, caress him, and to see to it that he remained safe and loved seemed like the only thing to do. And without it... Well, Mr. J couldn't even think of such things. Not with the sunlight he thrived on right in front of him.

"Hey!"

Mr. J looked up to Toby, who had a quizzical expression on his face.

"Why did you stop?"

Mr. J shook his head. "Just looking at you, I guess." He hadn't even noticed that they had been laying there for over a minute with him in a daze. "You know I love you, right?" Mr. J planted another kiss on his stomach as if to punctuate the statement.

"Yep!"

"Good. Because it is true. I love you. No matter what else happens, I love you above all."

"...really?"

"Really really."

Mr. J climbed back up on all fours, towering over his boy laying limp on his couch. "You are my wish come true, the most special boy in all the world." Mr. J leaned forward and planted a kiss Toby's pink lips. Looking over the glittering blue eyes, button nose, sweet lips, how could one let it stay at one? It became two, then four. When one kiss ended and the next began, neither could tell anymore. Mr. J opened Toby's lips little by little until their tongues touched.

Toby was carressed from all sides, fingers and palms playing across his cheek, neck, and chest. A warmth was growing between them, a little fire sparked with every new contact. Soon, Toby was pushing himself up to get more kisses from his love. And Mr. J was only happy to oblige.

A hand found its way between Toby's legs, groping and massaging the cloth-covered treasures laying within. And this time, Toby's hips responded automatically, thrusting forward at first touch. In less than a minute, the boy's tiny cock had become rock hard, poking roughly into the palm that cradled it. His ass hovered in the air, humping desperately. The boy's eagerness drove Mr. J wild with lust, his own cock threatening to break his trouser button.

Mr. J pulled off of Toby's face, leaving the boy to slump back on the couch with a whimper. His shorts were pulled off roughly by the legs, tossed to the ground. The hands quickly returned for the disheveled undies, which didn't even make it all the way off, ending up hanging by one of the boy's thighs. He couldn't wait and neither could Toby. \

The hard nub poking out of that perfectly rounded tummy danced and twitched in the cool air, begging for more. He grabbed it and jacked it hard and fast. It was like a shockwave rippling across Toby's naked body, starting at his hips and reaching out to his toes and finger tips. Toby shoved his hips into the fingers that gripped him. Then he arched his back, threw his head back, grabbed the cushions, and kicked his feet into the air. One of those little feet hung inches from Mr. J's face, so he grabbed it up, squeezing it tight. Five sweet toes wiggled and stretched in excstasy. Lost in watching Toby, he put the boy's big toe into his mouth and sucked on it.

The image was just too perverted, every detail just too delicious for Mr. J. Toby's parted lips panting away, occasionally biting into a pillow to stop from moaning too loud. His hands grasped at couch cushions and his body, trying to find something to do with his limbs. His nipples rode the waves of his breath, stretching and contracting at high speeds. His hips heaving sporadically up into the amazing feeling, two perfect globes deforming under his weight, then coming back together His little scrotum helplessly bouncing up and down just behind the crazy pace, framed by the spasming thighs painting a melange of snow and rose. Toby in euphoria, a piece of art unlike any other.

As Mr. J's mouth began to travel down Toby's foot, the boy plateaued, moaning endlessly into the pillow beside his face. His entire body caught a rhythm, bounding in tune with the two fingers playing him furiously. His butt lifted off of the couch as Mr. J began to nibble on his thigh. His eyes closed tightly and his moans turned to high-pitched squeaks. Toby's rod began to shudder, releasing his imaginary cum all over. Falling back into the couch, his body became a quivering mass of dry orgasm.

Toby's wails had calmed down and he could already feel the cocklet deflating. "Oh no you don't," Mr. J said. "I'm not done with you yet." And then Toby felt the heat of his teacher's mouth engulf him all at once. The aftershocks of orgasm hit like a wave and he was hard again in an instant. His cock ached from just cumming, but the discomfort was almost immediately overwhelmed by the tongue teasing his slit and tickling underneath his soldier's helmet. Two tiny hands leapt to the back of Mr. J's head, clinging his teacher's hair.

With all the same gusto Mr. J had brought to jacking off his favorite student, he milked that sweet baby cock. Pumping with his lips, tonguing the shaft, encircling the head, and sucking as hard as possible. Toby's ass lifted up on its own to thrust up and Mr. J seized another opportunity, grabbing each ass cheek in a hand and squeezing them like there was juice to get out. And his index fingers went straight to their favorite part: Toby's very active little asshole.

Toby was already approaching again, driven to cloud-nine by the magical ministrations between his legs. And then, when he felt the fingers begin to play, Toby really began to moan again. They stroked and poked, wiggled and wormed, toying with the strange button that drove him wild only one night before. It only got better when one of them disappeared and reappeaed wet seconds later.

The sensations were too much. Toby felt as if he had been pushed to a ledge and finally thrown off. He tumbled through a second orgasm, his entire body simultaneously in free fall and standing at the center of an earthquake. Just when it seemed like he was about to land, to finally reach solid ground, something new hit.

It was inside him. Toby's legs kicked straight out, spreading as wide as possible. Mr. J's finger was inside him. Sweat was flowing free. His cock had become ever harder, in a permanent state of quivering orgasm against the assault of his teacher's tongue and lips. It just kept coming. The once innocent eyes of this boy stared as if in a daze at the ceiling, unable to process even the erotic sensations assaulting his body, let alone vision or thought.

Even as it began to pump in and out of him, Toby was so fargone in pleasure that he didn't have the strength or will to push back. Mr. J was somewhere out of his sight, still sucking away. And yet, Toby couldn't hear it or see it. If he was moaning or gasping, he couldn't tell.

Mr. J savored it, this unique nirvana. Toby's ass was like velveteen, an addictingly soft thing he never wanted to stop petting. Crooking his finger upwards tapped the boy's immature prostate, keeping him reeling as he sealed his lips just around Toby's aching, shaking, painfully happy cock head and suckled. Toby had collapsed on the couch and, if Mr. J hadn't known the cause already, might have wondered if Toby had been having a seizure instead of an orgasm.

The kindergartener was experiencing something he would probably never have as an adult-- orgasms that fade into each other. It only made it more satisfying to know that the gentle introduction of his finger made it all the more possible. The quivering mass of boy, impaled on his finger and driven into his mouth, made everything Mr. J did worth it.

Ever so slowly, Mr. J removed his tongue and lips from the bright-red boy cock. Toby let out a loud sigh, letting his weight sink into the cushions. His heaving chest slowed, his shaking limbs eased. Within seconds, Toby's boyhood retracted into his belly, still glistening with saliva. The whole of the boy became a ragdoll, collapsed in the afterglow of multiple orgasms.

Mr. J sat up to look at the results of his craftsmanship. The afternoon light through the shades lit up his skin, tracing his body in a soft orange. Toby's smart, curious face laid on its side, staring off into space and crowned with brown spikes. The cushions had imprinted around his chest and torso. Two legs splayed out, one over the arm of the couch and the other, still wrapped in a crumpled pair of underpants, draped off of the side. And, last but not least, one finger still embedded inside him to the hilt.

There was a bizarre sense of fatherly pride in this, in seeing Toby like this. Maybe it was evil. Maybe he was sick. And maybe Mr. J just didn't care if it was or if he was. As long as Toby continued to react as he did, then it was the best kind of evil and most fun sickness Mr. J could conceive of.

"I love you," Mr. J whispered as he turned Toby's face towards his. Their lips touched again and, like they had done it for years, both of them kissed with a passion. Mr. J made it deep just in time to draw out the finger from inside his boy. Toby sucked the air right out of his adult lover's mouth. When Toby's ass finally closed, they broke away.

"I love you too," Toby replied.

Mr. J sat back up, taking one last longing look at the boy. His own erection was still bound up, but he had already received his pleasure for the day. And besides, what Mr. J really wanted to do to Toby now was not appropriate at all. "I think it is time we got to starting dinner."

Toby groaned, testing out his extremities for feeling. "But I'm tired."

"I'll bet. You know, if you lay there too much longer, I'm going to have to start all over."

"Really?" Toby was way too excited for that to be considered a threat.

Mr. J slapped the boy's stomach playfully. "Oh come on. Besides, you've got to be getting sore down there."

"Nut-uh!"

"Boy, I'm not fighting you on this!" Mr. J proclaimed. "Now get up here!" And just as the boy entered the living room, he left it captive atop his teacher's shoulder. With a hand firmly planted on Toby's rear and the dangling boy's face looking up to him, he sighed. "And if you still have this much energy after all that, maybe we will have to find ways to keep you... occupied... during dinner." Mr. J wiggled a finger around Toby's ass for emphasis.

Toby laughed and squirmed back. "Deal!"