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Notes: A series of stories related only in that they are fantasies.

Phantasm I : Don't stand so close to me
by Stacy L.A. Stronach
July 30, 1997

Blair Sandburg sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror,
wondering when his "growth spurt" would happen, he wasn't even as
tall as Naomi, and he'd been 16 for almost 6 months. Although all
the hair on his chest indicated that his hormones were doing
_something_, he just wasn't sure what.

He quickly got ready for school, dreading it, although the fact
it was Friday, was a little bit of a plus. Naomi had taken up
with a new man, and they'd moved here for her to be with him,
which meant another new school and attempts to make new friends,
which Blair didn't feel he was particularly successful at.

The day seemed to drag, the seconds passing like minutes, the
minutes like hours, until he got to history, his last class of
the day on Day 4. History was his favourite class, not for the
subject matter taught, but for the subject matter who was
teaching. Blair sighed, Mr. Ellison was just so gorgeous. He was
tall, at least 6' 2", and was built like a Greek god, with brush
cut brown hair and beautiful sky blue eyes. Blair had never
enjoyed history this much, although he was careful not to let his
classmates see how infatuated he was with their teacher, cus if
it got out he had a crush on a _male_ teacher, he'd be even more
ostracized than he was.

He didn't have a problem with his feelings, well, not too much.
When he'd turned 13, Naomi had sat him down, and in her
characteristic manner, explained sex to him. She'd also told him
about homosexuality and bisexuality, letting him know that it was
all okay with her, that whatever he felt, and whoever he felt it
for was perfectly normal. She had also warned him that society as
a whole was certainly not as accepting as she was. Blair was glad
his mother was so accepting, but he hadn't told her how he felt
about Mr. Ellison, some things a man had to keep to himself.

Almost a third of the students were gone by last class, not an
unusual thing on a Friday afternoon, so Mr. Ellison let the class
work on their term papers, he was pretty cool about that. About
five minutes before the end of class, Mr. Ellison came over to
Blair's desk and said, "Blair, I'd like to talk to you after
class, can you stay?"

"Yes, Mr. Ellison, no problem," Blair replied, hoping he wasn't
in trouble.

"Good, I have to go to the staff room at the bell, but I
shouldn't be too long, I hope you don't mind waiting, Blair."

"That's okay," Blair replied.

It was more like ten minutes before his teacher made it back to
the classroom. Blair was so intent on the book he was looking at,
he didn't hear Mr. Ellison return, or lock the door before he
closed it.

"Blair, would you come with me, please," his teacher asked,
walking toward the storage closet at the back of the classroom.
Blair followed, and his teacher allowed him to go in first, then
closed the door behind them. The storage closet wasn't that big,
and there was a table in it, which cut down on the space even
more, and Blair found himself against the edge of the table, so
he moved and sat on it. He didn't know what was happening, but he
felt a coil of anticipation in the pit of his stomach. When his
teacher reached up to caress the side of his face, Blair gasped,
his blue eyes going wide. "Mr-"

"When we're alone, call me Jim, please Blair. You want this don't
you? I've seen the way you watch me in class, those blue eyes of
yours burning into me," Jim said, as he leaned in to brush a
chaste kiss across his student's luscious lips. Blair gasped, and
nodded his agreement, as he felt his cock starting to get hard,
*at this rate, I'll come before he does anything to me* Blair
thought.

Jim pushed Blair's legs apart, then reached around the younger
man, sliding his hands under Blair's ass, lifting him up and
holding him against his body. Blair wrapped his legs around the
older man's hips, his arms around his neck, as Jim leaned in to
claim his mouth in a hot, passionate kiss. Blair groaned when he
felt Jim's tongue against his lips, gently probing, wanting
entrance, which he provided. He felt his teacher's tongue tasting
his mouth, all of it, teeth, gums, tongue, as Blair hesitantly
returned the kiss, imitating what Jim had done, and loved the
taste of the other man.

Jim reached over to one of the shelves and pulled a blanket off
it and letting go of Blair, who held onto him for dear life,
spread the blanket on the table, then he lay Blair down on it. He
pushed Blair so he was lying on his back, then proceeded to
remove the younger man's shoes, pants and underwear. Smiling, he
reached out and ran his finger along the underside of Blair's
hard on, making Blair moan, and his cock jump. Jim removed his
own pants, and undid his shirt, watching as Blair looked at him.

*Gods, he's gorgeous, what a wonderful body, and his cock* Blair
shuddered, knowing he wanted this more than he had ever wanted
anything in his life. Jim leaned over the young man, bracing
himself on one arm, as his other hand pushed Blair's t-shirt up
under his arms, noticing and liking all the hair on the boy's
chest. "You're so beautiful, Blair," Jim said, as he kissed him
again, the kiss leaving them both breathless.

"No, I'm not, I'm ugly," Blair whispered.

"Oh, Blair, you are beautiful, in an almost exotic way. Your
peers may not appreciate it now, but they will, trust me," Jim
reassured him, as he started nuzzling Blair's neck, making him
moan. "Shh, don't make too much noise, okay, we have to be
quite."

Blair nodded his understanding, and brought his hands up to grab
Jim's head, as the older man sucked one of Blair's nipples into
his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, releasing it and sucking it
into his mouth again. After just a few seconds of this, Blair
came, moaning quietly. He started to apologize, but Jim shushed
him, "Don't worry, Blair, it'll come back." Jim kissed him again,
and paid attention to the other nipple, and smiled when he felt
the younger man getting hard again, *Ah, the glory of youth,* he
thought. Blair started writhing under him, as he left a wet trail
of kisses across the boy's abdomen, licking up the ejaculate he
found there, until he reached Blair's hard on. He gently flicked
his tongue across the tip, making Blair's hips jerk off the
table, and he looked up at the young man. He was a vision of
beauty, his head thrown back in ecstasy, a light sheen of sweat
covering his skin. "Do you want me to do this, Blair?" he asked.

Blair moaned, "Yesyesyes, please Jim, I want you to, to suck me,
please," he whispered, his eyes closed. Jim complied, taking
Blair's entire length into his mouth and started moving his mouth
up and down the hard shaft, gently caressing the younger man's
balls, enjoying the small whimpering sounds he was making. A
strangled cry was the only warning Blair gave, as he orgasmed
again, shooting his cum down the back of Jim's throat. Jim
swallowed all of it, loving the taste of Blair, wanting more of
him.

Moving up to kiss the boy, Jim embraced him and whispered in his
ear, "I want to fuck you, Blair, do you want to do that? If you
don't we don't have to."

Blair opened his eyes to look at his...lover and smiled, "Yes, I
want it Jim, please. I've never done it before, I--"

Placing a finger over Blair's mouth, Jim smiled, "It's okay,
baby, I'll be gentle, don't worry, okay?" he whispered. Jim
rolled Blair over so he was on his stomach, then raised his hips
up, as he grabbed the tube of lube off the shelf where he'd
placed it earlier. He spread some on his fingers, and slowly
pushed a finger into Blair's anus, enjoying how tight his virgin
lover was. "Relax, Blair, come on, relax," he whispered, and
Blair did, gasping when he felt that finger inside of him. Jim
pushed his finger in and out, loosening the ring of muscle, then
added a second finger, stretching him even more, wanting to make
sure he didn't hurt his young lover. Blair sighed as he focused
on the sensation in his ass, it felt so good, he knew he liked
this, it just felt so right. Blair moaned when he felt a third
finger enter him, he was being stretched and it felt fabulous,
"Oh, Jim, yes, please, yes," he whispered, moving back against
those fingers.

Jim withdrew his fingers, and Blair moved back, trying to get the
stimulation back. "Blair, this will hurt, almost like it's
burning, but you can handle it. I'll take it slow, okay, baby?"
Jim said, as Blair nodded his understanding. Jim slowly pushed
the head of his cock against Blair's anus, slowly entering him,
stopping and letting the younger man adjust before going further.
Finally, he was all the way in, and stopped, letting the younger
man get used to the sensation. Blair moaned, it hurt, so bad, but
the pain slowly faded and he like this feeling, of being full,
and started to move back against Jim.

Jim slowly and gently thrust in and out of his lover, as he
reached around and started stroking Blair's cock. Blair thought
he was going to die, it felt so good to have Jim inside of him,
his hand on his cock.

Knowing he was close to orgasm, Jim increased his stroking of
Blair's cock, and the younger man came again, muffling his cries
by biting down on the blanket and as Jim felt Blair's ass muscles
spasm around his cock, he came, moaning, and being careful not
to shove himself to hard into his lover.

As the two men recovered, Jim slipped out of Blair, then pulled
him up into an embrace, kissing him, and gently stroking his
body. Blair sighed, then looked up at his teacher, smiling. "I
really liked that, Jim. Would I be able to do it to you, I think
I'd enjoy doing that to you," Blair asked, quietly.

Jim stroked the boy's curly hair, and smiled, "Yes, Blair you
can, but not right now. We'll do it another time, and somewhere
safer, okay?"

Blair nodded his agreement and reached up to kiss his lover....


Blair lay in Jim's bed, recovering from the intense orgasm he had
just given himself, that he always seemed to have with that
fantasy. He'd had it many times over the years, always with a
different person as his "teacher", but imagining it was Jim, had
been the best yet. He sighed as he climbed out of Jim's bed, he'd
used it since Jim was out of town, and he'd wanted to be
surrounded by Jim's scent as he did this. He'd have to wash the
sheets, that was for sure. He wished that he and Jim could become
lovers but knew his straight as an arrow partner would never want
a man. As Blair went downstairs to take a shower, he thought,
*Only in my fantasies...*


//**the end**\\