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Subject: THE J BOYS Part Four THE J BOYS The J Boys Part Four � 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author’s permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support and make a donation; without you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address ail. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Three Jason continued to thrash about, grabbing Tad’s head to force his dick further inside the squelching mouth and throat when he needed that extra pressure around his glans and especially around the raised ridge where the nerves demanded constant rubbing and stroking. He rode the orbit of his orgasms, a joy he had been taught a long time ago, in a galaxy much nearer. His father and his brothers all big cocked took pride in enjoying the fruits of the long dongs that hung between their legs and he expected now to be serviced as he needed such was the desire he saw in others when they saw just how beautiful and long and thick his seven inch dick was on the slim frame of his ten year old body. Another hot white cum rattled him, his nerves as ever now tingling with anticipation of more to cum. Engrossed they did not hear the door open or the quiet padding footsteps, it was only when Tad felt the heated tip that stroked his begging man lips that he knew they were not alone. The tip pulsed and tapped the sensitive inner lining End of Part Three Part Four Tad let his legs flop open, he felt the satiny soft skin as Jason’s brother got into position, the wet cockhead rubbing harder across his man pussy lips. He felt them pulse and gape open but his mouth kept quiet intent on sucking Jason’s thick boydick. He breathed heavily on the pulsing cocklet’s glans as he experienced the long pleasure of Jake’s eight inch dick open him up and slide in. Jason grunted as his own pleasure mounted, he grinned at his brother as the twelve year old knelt down, his dick fully inserted in Tad’s manhole. Jake eased his body to comfort as he commenced the long dicking movements; his glutinous rod slid easily back and forth, his generous coating of precum assisting his gliding action. His hands roamed under Tad’s bent back and toyed with Tad’s nubs, the manteats pointed hard, Jake tugged the slight hairs gently knowing the extended pleasure of gentle pain brought to a body. Tad knelt accepting and willing as the two boys assaulted his mouth and his mancunt; being Jason’s teacher brought him much pleasure and for him the best ones were sexual. Jake’s boy cock, pulsing and throbbing touched and rubbed past his inner manbud, the moist shaft almost caressing his swollen bulge, sending the most wonderful excitements running up inside him. His tongue tasted the satin skin of Jason’s boy dicklet and his nose inhaled the mixed scent of both boys. Jason’s slight taint of boyhood, the gentle undertow of his burgeoning hormones flavoured Jake’s heavy musky odour and Tad inhaled the heavy aroma with more delight as his sinus’s were excited by the invigorating perfume of boys in lust. Jake’s hand moved back down Tad’s skin to catch at his waist, the plump buttocks quivered as Jake grabbed hold to fuck hard, rabbit fucking the slinky smooth man tunnel that grasped at his length, giving him tight joys as his cockhead and shaft were gripped and released by the undulating movements of Tad’s experienced mantunnel. Jason growled as he felt and heard Tad’s moans around his dick, he took advantage and raising his hips forced his dickhead inside Tad’s throat; his teacher quickly adjusting to breathing through his nose as the fat boydick pummelled his epiglottis. `This is heaven,’ Tad told himself as he felt both boys penetrate him deeper at either end. Jake bounced on the mattress as he shafted the man pussy, `such a hot tightness,’ he smiled to himself, `and I’ve been here many times and he’s still able to work his pussy. Not bad for an old man,’ he chuckled; like most young boys anyone older than thirty was old; Tad being thirty-eight was almost a pensioner in Jake’s eyes. Tad was no newcomer to the joys that the J boys provided, he had arrived at the school two years ago, Jason was eight then and his dick was already showing signs of immensity. Tad had at first been taken aback when taking the class for its first PE lesson Jason had stripped naked, standing there his hands on his hips swinging the fat boydick that hung from between his legs. His mouth had dropped open and he had paused unable for the moment to take his eyes of the swinging tube of boycock. “Like my dick sir?” Jason had proudly displayed his personal pride and joy as would any of the Jay boys. Tad had stood there open mouthed as the pretentious youngster moved his hips so his fat boy prong had flopped backwards and forward, his tight sac already filled with growing gonads were in evidence as the floppy tube dangled. Jason watching his new teacher recognised the look and he stepped forward. “You can touch it sir,” he said invitingly. Tad’s mouth had watered and he had to fight to keep his arms down by his side. `For fuck’s sake I’m at school in the main hall,’ he reminded himself. “It gets bigger sir,” Terry one of Jason’s friends stepped forward beside Jason and taking the tube in his hand stroked and squeezed it, Jason’s boydick swelled, the blood filling the spongy inner tubing, the boycock rising right in front of his eyes. “he can’t sperm yet but he has the best cums,” Terry had smiled as though it was the most natural thing to do in front of a teacher. “Go on sir,” Jason had moved closer, now his boytube was filled so that it pointed straight forward. His cockhead, the foreskin still wreathed with a fold of skin throbbed and touched his new teacher’s thigh. “It’s all right sir, everyone does it,” Jason’s smile was disarming. Tad meant to brush it away, at least that’s what he always told himself when he reminded himself of that first time he was exposed to Jason’s boy treasure. His hand moved, his intention was clear in his mind, but when escort bayan his hand touched the warm flesh, felt the pulse against his fingers he was unable to stop himself. Gently he stroked down the five inches of pure boydick and then he lost himself as the warmth and stiff squidginess caused the reaction, slowly he wanked Jason who stood grinning as his teacher played with clear expertise, sensually stroked his long boydick. Carefully Tad eased the now tauter loose foreskin backwards exposing the beautiful heartshaped helmet. Tad held the foreskin around the ridge, tenderly squeezing and moving the skin minutely over the sensitive nerve endings. He marvelled at the stiffness and length of the eight year old’s marvellous boyhood, it was when he bent down intending to both kiss and suck the delightful discovery that he blinked as his own dick, swollen by his excitement got caught in his trunks and the sharp pain as he bent down made his eyes water and secondly brought him to his senses. He recovered himself, blinked the wetness away from his eyes, his hand however still held Jason’s boydick and even as he regained his composure his hand was instinctively masturbating the ivory pink boycock. “You’re stiff too sir,” whispered Jason and his young hand reached out to run a finger down the tented part of Tad’s trousers. Tad jumped back, his head cleared and he coughed as the extra saliva in his mouth, still ready to suck dick went down the wrong way due to his sudden unexpected movement. “Sorry, er, no! Boys!” he clapped his hands, it took his roaming palms away from the object of his desire. “Line up please.” “Sir, sir,” Jason tugged at Tad’s jacket, Tad had to look again at the nude boy. He swallowed copiously before replying squeakily, “Er, yes, Jason?” his voice at least two pitches higher. “Can I do my PE without clothes sir, my dick is too big to fit in my shorts when its up,” he smiled attractively, running his tongue over his lips, “Mr Grier used to let me,” he smiled and blinked his eyes seductively. “Yes go on sir,” Terry’s excited voice broke in, “Mr Grier didn’t mind if we was naked in PE,” he beamed at the new teacher. “Yes sir, go sir, please sir,” a number of other high pitched voices added their pleas to Tad’s confused state and he blushed pinker and pinker as the half-naked and naked boys crowded close. He was sure he felt hands touching him, squeezing him. Tad’s eyes roved around the hall, the ropes had been swung into place, the bars were locked into the holes in the floorboards, the mats were lined up, everything looked absolutely normal for a Junior Class PE lesson apart from the nakedness of the boys and the still proud boy cocklet that protruded from Jason’s groin. It was much more than any fantasy he had ever rubbed his own dick too. Tad checked the clock, the lesson time was fast running out, `I hope I can explain’ he thought, `if anyone sees.’ He gave in, “Okay, okay, dress as you want but line up beside your starting places now!” A rush of naked feet followed his command; Tad moved to the clear space where he would supervise the squat and star jumps, from here he was close to the mats should anybody have a problem with their rolls and cartwheels and he could keep an eye on the ropes and the bars. As the first group of naked youth started the sequence of jumps he went into teacher mode, his head noting how good the various boys were at which activity and counting the jump sequence. He hardly noticed the various display of boyhoods on show, although he did note that Jason manage to climb most of the way up the rope, his boyclub nearly as wide as the rope he was climbing, but that might have been more Tad’s overexcited imagination. He did loose count twice when Jason’s group began to jump, the sight of that impressive boydick flopping, stiff and jerking as Jason calmly jumped up and down, either in the star or squat position was unnerving. Jason’s impressive star jump with the extra point was a memory he would retain for ever but at that moment it was sublime distraction, beyond his earthiest depravities and his mind was unable to function. “Mr Grier was just as bad as counting as you are sir,” Terry halted, the rest of the group stopped too but Jason, grinning broadly jumped on, his young boydick like a fleshy metronome. Tad found himself swallowing the continuing flood of his saliva that threatened to drown him, a gasping choke as he coughed some the wrong way managed to drag his head back to reality. The school bell going off also meant the class was likely to be late getting back to class as the hall would be booked by the next PE bound class. “Boys, Boys!” he had to shout loud over the ringing bell, “quickly now get dressed, we have to get back to the classroom. The next class will be here any moment.” “Sir, Sir,” Martin another of the boys grabbed his arm, “sir, Mr Grier just made us put on our jackets, to keep us warm on the walk back to the classroom where we would finish getting dressed,” he panted. “Yes sir, that’s right sir, that’s what we do sir,” the class chorused, Tad sagged defeated. “Line up,” he instructed, “you apparently know what to do,” he sighed as the boys quickly slipped their school jackets on over their naked bodies and slipping into their trainers they picked up their school clothes and sports bags they swiftly lined up by the double doors that led towards the classrooms. He could not but help notice that Jason’s cocklet was still stiff and poked out between the folds of his jacket. `Oh dear,’ he thought as he could see the next class lining up outside the doors. He decided to brave it out. He held open the one door and Mr Sawter the next class’s teacher held open the other. His face reddened as the line of bare backsides could be seen beneath the school jackets as his class walked towards their classroom. “I see your boys have introduced you to PE Jason Jay style,” grinned Mr Sawyer, “impressive boy dick isn’t it?” he chuckled and whispered into Tad’s ear, “his brothers are all equally well-endowed and all are ready to show off their family jewels.” He laughed and added, “you’re not the only teacher that has come face to face with Jay dick, any form with a Jay in it usually means the rules are accommodated, it’s easier that way and no one is going to be bothered by it.” Tad stood open mouthed as he watched his fellow colleague stride into the hall. “Class dress or undress for PE and do it quick,” Tad quickly closed the door and hustled down the corridor; his boys were on their own and he knew that trouble would follow if he did not get a move on. Tad stopped at the door to his classroom, he ventured a quick glance through the window in the door, to his surprise the room appeared quiet; his eyes discovered the reason. His class were once again naked and Jason was leaning against the teacher’s desk, one boy was slowly stroking Jason’s boydick, Tad was about to burst in and stop what was happening kocaeli escort bayan and then he saw the boy move and another take his place, he put his ear to the door and heard the counting. On reaching ten, the boys changed again. Tad stood wide eyed and breathing hard, he felt his cock pounding inside his trousers as one by one his class stepped forward to stroke Jason’s boydick for ten strokes. `This is an eye opener for me,’ he thought as instinctively he caressed the bulge in his trousers. Gulping he swallowed the excesses of saliva that once more flooded his tempted mouth and stepped into the room. “Seven, eight, nine, ten,” the class chanted and another boy stepped forward. “Thank you, thank you. Boys, you can get dressed now,” Tad announced. “Do you want a turn sir,” Jason smiled, “Mr Grier always took a turn,” he wriggled his hips and his boydick swung lazily back and forth, the thick boy rod with the pink beacon flashing before his new teachers boggling eyes. “Go on sir,” Martin grinning spoke up, “we’ve had had a turn sir, it’s definitely your go now sir,” the class waited expectedly. Tad felt himself going hot and cold, whilst he often dreamed about caressing a boy in front of his class; so far it had always been a longed for fantasy, now it appeared to be actively coming true. He swallowed several times, his saliva glands were in overdrive and ran a finger between his collar and his neck, he felt hot and faint and there was the constant and urgent throbbing between his legs. His mouth open and closed in quick succession, a fish well out of water and in Tad’s case his comfort zone. “You say your teacher did, er touched you?” his voice was highly pitched now, the tension of the moment terrifying and yet exciting him. “Oh yes sir, everyone does, me and my brothers all have touchable dicks sir,” Jason leaned back against the table, his arms resting on the table top, his five inches of boymeat pointing upwards at an angle, the partly exposed cockslit seemed to be winking at him as it pulsed and Jason’s coocklet was jerking in the most attractive way. Tad reached out, the boys in his class stood around quietly observant. His fingers touched the beautiful fleshy tube, its heat enticing him. Slowly he slid his fingers along the pale ivory length and gently squeezing the fold of skin he moved it swiftly up and down over the head, Jason sighing as he pleasure inside him mounted and rose, he hit a small peak and jerked. “That’s just right sir,” he purred his eyes closing as the sensations waved about inside him. Tad swallowed again, his glanced around, the rest of the class were standing patiently around, most naked and there was the odd sign of tumescence between thighs, although none of the small normal sized boy dicks on view had anything to compare with Jason’s magnificent boy jewel. His expert fingers rode the foreskin up and down, squeezing and rolling the shaft and the plump head; Tad watching as Jason’s body writhed and trembled. The class had made no count and Tad knew he was well beyond the ten strokes the other boys had completed in their turns. Jason twitched and then spoke quietly. “If you want sir, like Mr Grier did I can sit on your lap whilst the class gets on with their reading. The boys know sir,” he batted his eyelids. Tad still caressing the delightful boyhood swallowed heavily once more, without taking his eyes of Jason’s cocklet he spoke. “Class your books then please,” he heard the noise of padding feet and out of the corner of his eyes saw the flashes of pink and ivory hues as the naked boys moved to their desk. Jason gently eased Tad’s hand of his dicklet and padded around the desk to the chair. As though in a trance Tad found himself walking around to his chair, he sat down and Jason climbed onto his lap. He sighed heavily as Jason’s hand pressed hard against his tented trousers, the fingers stroking the tube of manflesh that pulsed and oozed its juices. Jason arranged himself on Tad’s lap and grasped his hand and guided it to his boy pole. Tad relaxed in is chair, he glanced around the classroom; to his surprise and delight the boys appeared to be all naked but had their heads deep in their books. He glanced down at Jason who smiled welcomingly. “Mr Grier only makes me cum once sir,” Jason said, a hopeful hint in his voice. Tad set to, he was sat in a school classroom full of naked boyflesh and he was caressing the most magnificent boyprick he had ever encountered, not only that he was expected to bring the boy to orgasm. His arm supported Jason’s body and he positioned his hand on Jason’s thigh, the other hand caressed and stroked the throbbing cocklet, the spongy shaft stiffening solidifying as only a horny cock could do. Tad sighed as he caressed the steely hard boyprong, attuned to a boys needs he had no trouble altering his pace as he sensed Jason’s passion rise and flower. Jason purred, `he’s much better than Mr Grier,’ he decided as he relished the pleasure as his new conquest stroked and rubbed his boy treasure. His breathing increased, his young heartbeat raced, the winning post was in sight and then with a soft mewling purr Jason stiffened and moaned as his body shook with the delight of boyhood pleasure of a dry cum. As his joy fountained inside his mind, his body quivered through the heavenly joys, Jason expertly wriggled his taut backside over the lump of Tad’s mancock. He slid back and forth and using his muscles made his taut cheeks grip the fleshy length. Tad gasped and the Jason felt the strong jerking pulsing and the wetness as Tad unable to stop himself climaxed for the first time by Jason’s pleasurable actions. Tad sank back exhausted and satiated beyond fantasy memory. “We do PE twice and week and then we have an hour long Games period,” Jason chuckled as he saw the looks flashing across his teacher’s eyes. Jason slid of Tad’s lap, stood up and looked with satisfaction at the growing darkening spot that stained Tad’s trousers. He leaned close to Tad’s ear, “Mr Grier keeps a box of tissues in his drawer sir,” he whispered, “he also used to wear shorts for our PE sessions. I’ll go back to my seat now and get on with my reading.” Tad sat back bedazzled and delighted and exhausted as the boy sauntered naked towards his desk where he sat down and took out his own book. It took Tad some ten minutes before he felt he had the energy to open the desk drawer, the half empty box of moist slightly perfumed tissues lay accusingly looking back at him. Gingerly he managed to pick up two of the damp tissues, the first was used to soak up what had leaked through his trousers; the second he worked inside his trunks to swab at the congealing mess that eventually crusted his pubic hairs. Somewhat disgusted with himself he dropped the used tissues in the basket. He looked at is class, all the boys were intent on their books. As his eyes roved over the class of naked boys one kocaeli escort hand waved. “Sir, sir, can you explain this to me sir,” the boy urged. Tad walked over, his trouser stain evidently damp and there was the squishy sensation around his cock where he had not managed to wipe away all his semen. The boy whom he now recollected was named Alan pointed at the sentence that was puzzling him. Despite the fact that the eight year old was naked Tad went into teacher mode. Quietly he explained the meaning of the sentence and then dealt with Alan’s following questions. Another boy raised his hand; again Tad in teacher mode helped the boy to work out his difficulty, by the time the dinner break bell rang, Tad had forgotten his class was naked. Most of the questions raised had been appropriate and he was delighted to find the boys were curious and willing to learn. He sat at his desk quietly watching as the boys dressed; he knew he had to lead them into the dining hall; the same hall the PE lesson had taken place. He smiled as Jason approached him, the boy’s shorts bulged invitingly where his boy treasure was hidden from view but the large bulge announced its presence. “Yes Jason?” he raised an enquiring eyebrow. “Just wanted to say thank you sir,” Jason grinned and the next thing Tad knew was Jason’s lips on his and his young tongue sliding into his mouth. It was instinct that made him return the kiss, it was instinct that let him duel his own tongue with that of Jason’s, it was hard lust that allowed him to squeeze Jason’s boybulge, feeling the squishy lumps and bumps through the light material of Jason’s school shorts. The clang of the dining room bell, announcing that service had started, ringing clamouring inside his head brought him down to earth. Somehow Jason was sitting on his lap, their mouths kissing and his hand kneaded away at the growing swelling between Jason’s legs whilst Jason’s hand was actually round his cock. `The boy has unzipped my flies and released my dick,’ was his astonished revelation, he also realised that a number of the class were gathered around the desk and their eyes were latched onto Jason’s rubbing at his teacher’s dick. Abruptly he stood up, Jason dropping to the floor; Tad was bright red with embarrassment as his six inches of manmeat was exposed now to the whole class. He scrabbled to push the throbbing pole away, working it back inside his trousers, it was too erect to push it inside his trunks. “Line up class,” he barked, the boys happily did as he was asked and Tad turned his back on them as he swiftly relocated his stiff prick back into its rightful place. Turning round he saw all the boys were waiting for him. He strode to the front of the queue, his face reddening even more as he was aware that a lot of eyes were focussed on the bulge that continued to pulse and tent his trousers. He opened the door, other lines of slowly walking boys were passing along the corridor, Tad waited until the line broke, the teacher in front of the next class holding his own class of boys back so that Tad could exit with his class of boys. “Thank you Mr Pearson,” he nodded at the teacher, he led his group out, he had noticed that the school’s corridor rules were followed by all teachers and boys; here there was no urgent need, no mad rush to get to the dining room first as he had experienced in other institutions. Tad walked beside the lead boy. “Sir, sir,” the boy tugged at his hand; without changing step or pace Tad leaned sideways to listen to what the boy wanted to ask. “You have a nice dick sir,” whispered the boy, “it’s cuter than Mr Grier’s was,” the boy let go of his hand and Tad’s face went white as the blood drained from it. “What have I got myself into?” he asked himself worried now; he half expected the police to be waiting for him at the door to the dining room, but the doors were held open by monitors and in front of him the boys queued quietly, the sound of conversation buzzed rather than the clamour he had known elsewhere. By this time his dick had subsided somewhat and he escorted the boys to the end of the dining queue, one of the boys handed him a tray for his own meal, it was all very normal and dignified. The school cooks served him an adult portion once he had made his choice of what was on offer and he proceeded to the top table on the stage where the staff sat to eat. “Gather you had your first PE class with Jason Jay,” David Tanner one of the teachers who taught an older class, grinned at him, “quite an eyeful isn’t it,” he chuckled and seeing Tad’s face redden added, “it’s fine Tad, everyone knows about the Jay boys. His brother Jake is in my class, ten years old and six and a half inches of boydick,” he leaned close and added, “the father has a huge dong, he fucks all his boys too and half the neighbourhood lads as well.” “But what, don’t the police?” Tad was confused. David chuckled, “Dean Clark is Police Captain, he’s been fucked silly by Jerry Jay, the boys’ father and rumour has it his eldest lad has ridden him too. Jack, that’s the eldest boy has just turned fourteen and he hopes to rival his father in cocksize. It’s mesmerising when you see them all together, quite a sausage fest of cock.” David returned to his meal whilst Tad ruminated as he chomped though his own dinner hardly tasting the flavour of the food. `I’m discussing cock around the dining hall table in the midst of a hall full of boys,’ he shook his head trying to get a grasp of his situation. “Ah Tad,” Tad looked up into the face of the Headmaster, they were in the staff room, resting after lunch. “I need to have a word with you. Better follow me to my office.” Tad gulped as he stood up and took his place behind the tall striding figure of the Headmaster, despite what he had been spoken to by the other teachers he still expected to see the flashing blue lights of police cars waiting for him. Swallowing repeatedly he trotted discomforted out of the dining room. End Of Part Four. To Be Continued… (How would you like to be one of the J Boys teachers? How did poor Tad get on with the Headmaster and what will Jake and Jason do to him, it is a school-night after all? Or does the story of the J Boys end here at the Headmasters door? Well then if you really do want more and really need or want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the last outing for the J Boys. Don’t forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on ‘s prolific authors listing fty//authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in ‘s coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole’ have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies’ and `Mummy Said’ from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks . Sorry I can’t be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)

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