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Boy Magnets

Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: kinghut, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

Why don't you step into the bathroom and take them off and I'll throw them into the washing machine real fast. It won't take any time at all." "I really need to get home," he said haltingly. "I can't send you home like this, your mother would kill you. Let me fix you up and you can call home and explain that you're going to be a little late." "They don't really care if I'm on time for dinner or not. I usually stop at a friend's after school." "Good. Just go in there," as I led him to the bathroom, "and take off your shirt and pants and pass them through the door to me. I'll find you a robe or some- thing to wear." He complied and a minute later the door opened a crack and he shyly thrust his clothes through. "Did your underwear get a little wet too? Better give it to me." "It's okay," he muttered. "I'm a grown woman and I've seen boys' underwear before. You can give it to me, I won't blush." (heh heh) He reluctantly complied. Except for his socks he was naked behind the door -- I had a nude boy in my bath- room. Now what? Well, I had to wash the clothes, that was clear, and that kept me busy for 5 minutes while I started the presoak and got out the laundry powder. Then I went back to the bedroom and found him something to wear. I found him a pair of men's pajama bottoms. I found the top, too, but he didn't really need that, now did he? "Here, wear this. I can't find the shirt, but see if that fits." "Okay, it fits." "Let's have some tea while the clothes are washing, then. ... You don't need a shirt." He came out somewhat sheepishly and we went into the living room and I made him sit down on the couch and I went off to start the tea, then came back and sat down right next to him. Exactly the sort of maneuver a hundred boys had tried with me -- he was trapped be- tween me and the arm of the sofa. "So, tell me about yourself, Bobby. What are your interests, hobbies?" "Oh, I don't really have any hobbies." It was like pulling teeth to get him to talk, all bare-chested as he was. "You know, I think you're the best teacher in the school. I've really enjoyed being in your class this semester." "Why, thank you, Bobby. And may I say that I've enjoyed having you as a student." "I'm not the best student, I know." "The best student isn't the one who gets the highest test scores. It's the student who gets the most out of the class." "I get a lot out of your class. I look forward to it, every day. I'd come even if I didn't have to." "I know you would." (At least, I knew he'd come for the pleasure of ogling me.) "I know that the reason you've been late with your assignments is that you're reluctant to hand them in until you're sure you've done a good job." "I don't want to disappoint you." (Oh Bobby, I don't want you to disappoint me either! I thought.) "You don't. You are a very promising young man, Bobby. I have great hopes for you. Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?" (Boy, there's a question I've never asked a date before.) "I don't really know. ...