Partner

Halfway through my final year at boarding school, many years ago when I was seventeen, we got a new housemaster. His name was Neal Rice. Neal was huge, fucking huge! Standing six-foot-two-inches he was as broad as he was tall. Apart from being the new PT teacher, replacing Herbie Henderson who had tragically passed away, he also assisted as a rugby coach, tutoring the forwards in the first team. Neal was a jolly fellow who often joined in playing Ping-Pong in our recreational room. I was fairly proficient at the game and when we played doubles, Neal always insisted on having me as his partner. He even began referring to me as ‘Partner’ for the duration of my school year, almost never using my proper, Ricky.

There were two strange things about Neal that always puzzled me. Firstly, unlike the other masters who frequently showered with the boys, he did not. Given his size, I reckoned that maybe he felt uncomfortable doing so. I once saw him emerging from the master’s bathroom wrapped in a towel and was surprised by the firmness of his massive body.

Secondly, at this time caning was still permitted at our ‘boy’s only’ school. Neal loved caning boys and did so with a level of passion which was a little disturbing. Frequently, boys would be asked to pull their pants down after a caning by him, so he could observe how symmetrical the red lines on their backsides were. Something he found oddly thrilling.

Years later, I was informed that this was a sign of sexual frustration.

Neal also never dated, unlike the other masters who frequently introduced their girlfriends to the boys.

Neal was almost good-looking despite size. Allow me to explain: His nose was attractive but just a little too large and his mouth was attractive but just a little too big… I think you get the picture.

Neal’s older sister also taught at the school. She was an English teacher and looked like an ugly female version of her younger brother. Ms. Rice was a wonderful teacher, however, and we all looked passed her physical shortcomings. What did amuse the living shit out of me was that she always referred to Neal, who was six years younger than as her, ‘little brother.’ Being a language teacher, it was strange that the hilarity of this meiosis (a figure of speech that I had recently encountered), appeared to have escaped her completely.

Two months after Neal’s arrival, I awoke at two a.m. one morning with a motherfucker of a headache. I lay in agony for ten minutes with the ache intensifying.

Finally, with my head feeling like it was about to burst I took action. Walking down the passage I headed for Neal’s bedroom hoping like hell he wouldn’t be pissed off. I knocked on his door lightly and after hearing sounds from within his room, he opened the door wearing a pair of pyjama shorts. He had a confused sleepy look on his face, as I explained my situation. Fortunately, however, he then invited me into his room with a friendly smile.

After swallowing two pills supplied by him he told me to sit at his desk. From behind me, he began massaging my head and shoulders. Neal’s fat fingers were incredible and within five minutes my headache was gone.

As I arose and thanked him he appeared somewhat embarrassed. There was a huge tent in his pyjama pants, which was easily discernible even though it was partially hidden under his huge gut. As we stood looking at one another a strange look of desire seemed to radiate from his eyes. His body looked as wound up as a tight spring and it almost felt like he was about to pounce on me.

Something about our interaction stirred within me over the next two days. I had never really thought of him sexually but our exchange in his room had ignited a flame that just kept intensifying. I kept scrutinising Neal and wishing that our contact had gone a step further because I was becoming hornier and hornier every time I saw him and simply had to have sex with him. I wanted him to thump my backside and claim my cherry.

I knew that if he was caught with me it could cost him his livelihood and that we would have to be very careful if my wish materialized.

Our visual exchanges, thereafter, were intense and he’s hungry eyes were beginning to drive me crazy with lust. Every fibre of my being was crying out for his annexation of my body. I dreamed about his divine mass constricting me as he overpowered me.

Two nights later, I awoke at around two a.m. with a raging hard-on. As I lay awake I yearned for Neal.

‘Should I, shouldn’t I?’ I thought. Fuck yeah… I simply had to.

Walking down the passage I tried my best to lose my erection, and finally managed to suppress my teenage horniness before knocking on his door.

I stood and looked at him sheepishly as he opened the door.

“Another headache?” he asked quietly, as his ravenous eyes scanned me.

I apologized for not getting pills from the matron. Smiling, Neal invited me into his room and after swallowing my two pills told me to sit on the chair. This time, however, I turned the chair around facing him. He seemed a little apprehensive initially, but soon he got to work on my neck and shoulders. Looking down expectantly I was totally elated when I saw the tent in his shorts.

I then placed my hands on his sides, to ‘steady’ myself as he massaged me. As I did so he stopped for a few seconds, before continuing.

‘Great!’ I thought, ‘he didn’t ask me to remove my hands.’

Moving my hands down to the top of his pyjamas I very slowly began pushing his shorts down. Again he froze, before he continued massaging me. I pulled his pants down further and further, and when the top of the pyjamas finally got hooked on his knob, I threw caution to the wind and pushed them down to his knees, totally exposing his erect dick. His cock was thick and meaty, just as I had hoped it would be.

Neal halted before slowly tilting my head upwards. There was an anxious look on his face and I could clearly see he was assessing his ‘dilemma.’

“Please, sir, may I suck your cock, sir?” I whispered, feeling like the incarnation of Oliver Twist begging for a nourishment of a different kind.

Neal just stared at me. Finally, he moved backward before removing his shorts and sitting on his bed with open legs. I moved over and knelt before him. Our eye contact was powerful as I began fondling his ample balls.

Next, we broke eye contact as he tilted his head backward and sighed. Holding Neal’s cock in my hand, I began pushing my tongue in and out of his foreskin. His sighs became mumbling groans as I did so. As I took his dick into my mouth, I could see his body shuddering, and when I escalated my oral attack, excited muted gasps emanated from Neal. I knew that he would not last much longer as his chest heaved with excitement, and I almost choked when his spunk exploded into my mouth.

After licking his knob clean thoroughly we stood before Neal bent over and lightly kissed me on my mouth.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Partner… You’d better get back to bed,” he murmured with a troubled look on his face.

Over the following two days, Neal seemed a little uneasy in my company, like someone battling with an internal strife. I wanted more but was afraid that he may have decided that the risk was just too great.

The three masters in our house rotated shifts, and two evenings later Neal was again the master on duty. At two a.m. I was prodded awake. Observing Neal next to me in the faint light, I saw him gesturing for me to follow him.

Once in his room, he locked the door. His nostrils were flaring with excitement as he moved toward me. Neal’s was expelling hot air from his mouth and nose as his feverish lips clamped onto my mouth and commenced kissing me.

“Have you ever been fucked before, Partner?” Neal whispered, once our lips unlocked.

“No, sir,” I answered softly.

“Do you want me to be your first?” he enquired, tenderly.

“Yes, sir, please, sir,” I answered, with a quiet eagerness.

“Once I start, I won’t stop,” Neal warned in a voice thick with lust.

“I won’t make a sound, sir, I promise. I don’t care how sore it is,” I then continued, using his name for the first time, “Neal, I want you to take my cherry… I want you to fuck the breath out of me, I always want to remember you from this night on,” I pleaded.

My entreaty was spot-on because Neal almost began hyperventilating with lust. Pulling both our pyjama shorts down, Neal told me to get onto his bed, facing away from him on my knees. After spitting onto his fingers, I felt a fat finger start prising my hole open. It wasn’t very painful initially and after a short spell of discomfort, it felt rather nice. He took his time, prodding and applying more and more spit as he went along. Soon a second finger entered me, and again the pain faded rather quickly. When a third finger followed, however, it was definitely more of an ordeal. Determined, I hung in and let the soreness diminish in its own time.

Fortunately, Neal’s cock produced an abundance of dick pre-cum and when the moment of truth arrived, I was ready for my defloration. He entered me firmly, but patiently, allowing the muscles of my love-knot to dilate. With his hands firmly clasping my hips my hole capitulated, strenuously encasing his thick knob. True my word, I uttered almost no sound and bit on his pillow.

After another period of discomfort, I began to feel the most amazing sensation of my entire life. Neal slowly began prodding in and out as my butt-hole tingled with pleasure. We stayed in that position for several minutes as he took his time, before disengaging from me and turning me lengthwise on my back. After climbing onto my body once more, Neal opened my legs before reinserting his knob into me.

Our new position was a little more stressful, but after holding still inside me, to begin with, he again allowed me time to adjust to his infiltration.

Next, as Neal began lowering his huge frame onto me my dream was finally about to be realized. His weight, ample body hair, and his oral onslaught were magnificent. I had just arrived in paradise and would never forget this night for the rest of my life!

When Neal began upping his tempo, it felt like I was having the air thumped out of me. After lifting his body onto extended arms he rapidly began approaching climax. I also began feverishly wanking myself and soon the most incredible feeling of ecstasy washed over me. With muted grunts, we detonated our explosions, seconds apart.

As our bodies heaved, our smiling eyes locked in a salute to our mutual gratification. My colossus then slumped back onto me.

We lay like that for a long time, kissing and sighing in the afterglow. Regrettably, I had to head off to bed soon after.

Our affair continued for the duration of my final year and fortunately, we never got caught. We always got together every third night, when Neal was the master on duty. The days between these trysts were agonizingly long.

I always thought about Neal with great affection when I finished my school days. He had initiated a precedent in my life and I would always gravitate towards large hairy men, thereafter. Several years later when I met my life partner, he was a dead ringer for Neal. In fact, anyone meeting the two would have mistaken them for brothers.