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Under the stairs 2
Harry Potter's abode under the stairs at the Dursleys was often miserable. They sometimes locked him in and made his life difficult. I am Adam Stein the biology and science teacher at an historic convent high school. I am a first-year teacher and I find the job challenging. I came across a small room under the stairs and make it my wank space. I could retreat there when things got too much I would retreat and lock myself in. I had a little chair and a Twink magazine on the shelf.
I accidentally left the key in the lock one day and someone took it. I managed to get another key after a few weeks and returned to the room. The person had left the light on and had found my magazine. The pages seemed a little more worn and I could swear there was dry cum on the cover. I made sure the door was locked and I pulled down my pants and lay naked on the vestments playing with my erect dick while I paged through the magazine. I wondered which student had been in here. I couldn't imagine that anyone else would come into the room. I picked up my pace and my balls pulled up tighter into my body. I closed my eyes and thought of some of the good-looking teens I had in my class. I shot off streams of cum and used a tissue to wipe off the cum on my stomach. I got dressed and tidied myself up, and I used the little mirror to tidy up my hair before I went up to the chess club.
I walked past the room under the stairs frequently, trying to catch a glimpse of who the other visitor was. I walked past in the mornings, during lunch breaks, and after school. One lunchtime I had enough of the Grade 9 class they had been impossible and never settled, and as a result, very little learning happened. I could have walked out then. I locked the door, turned on the light, and took out the latest edition of the Twink magazine. My dick grew hard as I paged through. I stopped at a set of photographs of a teen who reminded me of Tom Hart. I pulled my trousers down and sat with my legs stretched out in front of me and slowly wanked. I played with my foreskin and wet my mushroom head with spit. I felt my body jerk as I shot my cum – some falling on the magazine. I cleaned up and put the new magazine on top of the pile of magazines.
I went back to the staffroom and made myself a cup of coffee. I sat next to the senior science teacher and told him what a disaster my lesson had been. Frank laughed and told me not to be too bothered as that class was playing up with other teachers too. I felt a little better and convinced myself not to be too upset.
A weekend away from school is what I needed. I reflected on the week and my approach to this difficult class and decided to make my lessons more task-centered having less wiggle room for students. I went on a long hike on Sunday, which helped clear my mind, and I was ready to return to work with a renewed spirit at the start of the week.
I found myself under the stairs late on Monday afternoon. There was a note in the magazine: "Thanks for the new magazine." I picked it up and brought it to my nose hoping to smell something, but I only smelled the ink. I pulled my pants down and paged through. I found a blond twink, who was wearing panties. His dick stuck out over the waistband, and you could see most of it through the lace. There was a series of photos and Ioved the one taken from behind with him looking through his legs. There was also a shot with his cum flying out of his piss slit. I wanked faster and it wasn't long before my spunk was flying onto the floor. I clenched my arse muscles and delighted in the orgasmic feeling.
I cleaned up and wrote on the note that was left in the magazine: "Pleasure. I hope it gives you pleasure." I hoped to meet this person sometime, and I continued my quest to find out who the visitor was. I wondered what I would do if I found out, especially if was a student.
It was late one Friday afternoon when I finally found out who it was. The chess club had triumphed over a local Anglican school. I had finished up some marking and was walking towards the door of the room under the stairs when I saw the back of someone locking the door, and I stepped behind a bookshelf so that he wouldn't see me. It was Tom Hart! I can't describe the thrill of excitement that filled me. Tom Hart!
Tom speaks...
I was so excited to find the new magazine in the pile of magazines. This was better than the other one. I raced through under the light trying to absorb as much of it as I could. I stopped at the blond twink in panties with his dick sticking out about the waistband. I marvelled at his mushroom head and blond pubic hair showing through the lace. I started wanking and playing with my arse as I studied the photographs. I slowly pleasured myself and used my fingers to create a new sensation around my mushroom-shaped head. I thought of Jeremy and wished that he was in the room with me. I felt a warm sensation in my balls and my body jerked as I shot cum onto the floor. A blob fell onto the magazine and I licked it off.
I took out my pen a wrote a note to the owner of the magazine. I wondered if we would ever meet. Who could it be? Was it a matric boy? I left the room and locked the door.
It was a Friday afternoon. We had a fantastic chess tournament against a rival Anglican school and all of us won our matches. I was on a high and went down to the small room where I found the magazine with the reply on my note. I was so excited by the thought that I might meet this person one day. I took my pants off. I sat on the little chair, my legs stretched out in front of me. I got harder as I paged through the magazine, thrilled by the idea that someone else had done the same, and probably wanked over it as well. My right hand moved up and down my shaft and my balls pulled up and I shot ropes of cum, I groaned with pleasure. Some cum landed on the magazine, and I had to sit for a minute or two to catch my breath.