Pedophiles At School

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Part 9

Thanksgiving day began with Ginny busy in the kitchen and the males in front of the TV. First was the Macy's Parade, then the sports shows leading up to the big game. The Wilson boys watched naked sprawled on the floor. Jody in his briefs and Frank in his robe sat together on the couch. They talked about sports, about government bailouts, about sports, about women, and about sports. Jody enjoyed being treated as an adult, especially by the man whose wife he'd slept with. After a very hearty meal, which would have required the loosening of belts, had they been wearing any, Frank and the Wilson boys allowed Ginny a break and cleared the table, put the food away, and washed the dishes. When they were finished, they found Ginny and Jody had retreated once again to the master bedroom, so the four went to the playroom for their own games.

Friday and Saturday meant trips to the stores for Christmas sales, eating leftovers, and leisurely fucks at any time of day. Frankie and Mickey made sure they got their share of Jody's cock. Jody also began, reluctantly at first, but after much encouragement from the whole family, to use Ginny as his urinal.

Sunday of course was hectic. Frank gave underage Jody the key to the car to drive Mark to Sunday School, and was happy to see the car return home in one piece. Then they all went to church and the handsome teenage cadet visitor made quite an impression on old and young alike. When it came time to go back to Claviger, Ginny elected to stay home and get some much needed rest, alone in her bed, the sheets bringing back good memories.

Jody and Mark got back into the routine at Claviger, with its reveille and Taps, its three mess calls, its merits and demerits (more of the former, thankfully). Mark's bed was always made and ready for inspection, since he spent every night in Jody's bed. Every night except Pearl Harbor Day, that is. His art teacher, Mr. Wolchek, came to Mark's table after third mess. He first verified that the lad didn't have studies to finish. Then told him he needed him for "special assignment" and that he could earn some merits for a couple hours work. Mark readily agreed. He liked the man with the pointy goatee who came into his classroom each week wearing a smock and beret, and helped them paint and draw and make things from clay. Mark had also heard all about Wolchek's sketchbooks, filled with drawings of cadets who had posed for him over the years.

Wolchek's garret apartment included a large studio well lit by skylights in the day, but now drenched in warm floodlights. He had Mark stand on a small raised platform and took out his pencils, charcoals and pastels. He began sketching him in full uniform. He had him stand at attention, then remove his winter coat and sit on a chair. All the while, he kept talking to his young model. About his family, his classes, his squadmates. They talked a lot about Jody and Wolchek promised to show him sketches of Cap later. Wolchek asked how he got his nickname "Champ" and was pleased that the boy was not at all reluctant to describe his active sex life. Eventually, the shirt came off; Wolchek hung it up for Mark to keep it neat and then went to work drawing the young chest with its succulent little boytits. Mark turned around so the artist could capture his skinny wing bones. Mark thought this was a great way to earn merits. When he took off his pants, Wolchek again hung them up with care. In only his briefs and socks, Mark assumed many positions. He was playful and wanted to add some sexy teasing to the poses. The teacher laughed but said he preferred him to just be natural. Wolchek kept him fortified with fruit juice and cookies, and let him use the bathroom to pee when he had to. At long last the socks came off followed by the briefs and Wolchek could capture the boy in all his radiant glory, his tender toes, his darling dick, his bouncy balls, his angelic ass, his fulgent smile.

Wolchek kept making conversation. "Do you like to do art, Mark?"

"Yeah, sure. But my brother Frankie really likes to draw, Sir. He draws dinosaurs and superheroes and monsters. And he don't even need a model. He draws out of his head."

"Well, you know, Mark, it's fine to use your imagination and draw from memory, but it's also important for an artist to learn to see things, to use his eyes, to observe."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"Well, if you weren't here and I tried to draw this picture, I might forget that your second toe is longer than your big toe." Mark wiggled his toes; he'd never noticed that. "And I might put your dimples in the wrong place on your cheeks." Mark grinned a big grin, assuming Wolchek meant his face cheeks. "And I might draw your dick too small." Mark doubled over in laughter!

The boy had been working hard for a couple hours, yet didn't seem to tire or bore. Wolchek closed his sketchbook, wiped his hands, and taking Mark's hand led him to his couch. He snuggled his naked body close to his smock and wrapped them both in a blanket. "You're a beautiful model, Champ."

"Thank you, Sir." Sitting on the man's lap, Mark could smell the faint lingering odor of turpentine on the smock. He also felt a hardness under his little bottom. They just sat in silence for a long time, totally comfortable in each other's presence.

But after a while, Mark asked, "Can I see what you drew?" Wolchek bundled him in the blanket and went to get the sketchbook. When he came back, he warned Mark not to smudge the drawings; he hadn't applied the fixative yet. "Wow, that's really me? I look great!" Wolchek laughed and confirmed the assessment.

"You promised to show me Jody also." Wolchek wrinkled his brow. It would take a while to find the sketches. Organization was not one of his strong suits. "I'll help!" So together the naked boy and the smocked teacher rustled through piles of sketchbooks, some dating back years. Mark recognized some of the names, fourth form cadets who had come to Jody's room to meet Claviger's Champion Cocksucker. Finally, Wolchek found two books with the blond's name, one drawn last year and one when he was still in Key Stage 2. Mark giggled when he saw what a tiny dick Cap once had, but he still regarded him as handsome.

"Can Jody come by some time and see my book?" Wolchek of course said yes.

"Sir, it's twentyone-ten."

"Don't worry, Son. I already told the night duty officer that you probably won't make it back for Taps. You won't get any demerits. Oh, and also, he'll tell Jody when he comes to pick you up."

"Thank you, Sir. You're very nice."

"Would you like some more cookies, Jody?"

"No, thank you, Sir."

"Would you like to take your shower now?"

"Jody usually gets in with me, Sir."

"I think I can do that, Champ." Together they went into the bathroom and Mark sat on the sink while Wolchek took his clothes off. Then he hopped down and followed the man into the shower. Even in this intimate setting, the professional educator couldn't resist seizing the teachable moment. "Let me see if you understood what I meant about observing, Mark. Tell me what your eyes see."

Mark described the water cascading off Wolchek's goatee, and down his hairy chest, making ringlets that turned right and left. The rivulets then gathered into a stream that poured off the end of his cock, which he saw was cut. He reported the USMC tattoo on Wolchek's left arm and the small anchor on his right buttock, and pointed out that his left nut hung lower than his right. "Excellent, Mark. You will be a fine artist some day."

The teacher handed him a bar of Ivory, and Mark lathered the man's genitals, then between his legs, back to his furry asshole. Wolchek knelt down to return the favor. "Sir, I notice something else now. You got a bald spot on your head."

"Ha ha ha! Now, Son, you know why I always wear my beret!"

They rinsed, towel dried and went to the bedroom alcove. Laying beside his teacher, cuddled in his warm masculine arm, Mark said, "You know what, Sir?"

"What, Cadet?"

"It's ok if you want to touch my things. It's not against the rule or anything."

"Hmmm, uh huh." Mark felt a gentle hand take hold of his dick like a paint brush.

"And you know what else, Sir? It's ok if you want me to touch your things. 'Cause you ain't usin no force or co-herst."

"Hmmm, uh huh." Mark felt the teacher's hand take his wrist and guide it to his enlarged cock. For a long time, they lay quietly jerking each other.

"And you know what else, Sir? It's ok if you want me to suck you. That's not against the rule neither."

"Hmmm, uh huh." Mark moved his head down to the teacher's cock and started licking. "Hmmm. That's the way, Champ." Mark proceeded to show him how he had earned his nickname. When the cock was rock solid, and quivering, it was Wolchek's turn to ask.

"You know what else, Cadet?"

"What, Sir?"

"It's also ok for me to fuck you. It's not against the rule, but only if you want me to."

Now it was Mark who responded "Hmmm, uh huh." He turned around and presented his precious backside to Wolchek. Mark felt a greasy finger on his hole. The lube must have been right there. The middle finger slid in and out of his chute, then brought its neighbor along. When they left, Mark could feel the cockhead pressed on his anus, the cock he'd orally prepared so well. He took a breath and pushed down from his diaphragm and the cock popped in. "Nngghh." Wolchek waited for the sphincter to accustom itself, then began his thrusts, as Mark grunted happily. He got his reward quickly. For being such a perfect model, such a willing cadet, such a friendly bedfellow, Mark won a chuteful of cream, delivered in powerful shots.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.