Billy was a student at the school at which Jerry taught. He was a beautiful boy, just turned eleven, his body on the verge of puberty. Jerry took the boys for sport and he had been instantly attracted to Billy, the moment he saw him in his bathers at the school swimming carnival. Seeing the lad in his Speedos, his slim hairless body sleek and tanned, a wonderfully jutting, albeit small, bulge in the nylon costume, had caused Jerry's cock to stiffen and he had had to forcefully re-direct his thoughts and attention elsewhere to prevent his lust becoming too apparent. Jerry had often fantasized about making it with a boy but, until Billy, he had not considered going beyond fantasy. This beautiful boy changed that. He wanted him.

He had made a point of getting to know Billy better in the days after the carnival, to develop a sense of trust with the youngster. He found out that Billy had no father and it was then an easy task for Jerry to capitalise on this, suggesting by his manner with Billy that he could be the male adult in the young boy's life. It was only a matter of days before Billy began confiding in him, seeking him out when he was on playground duty, or coming to see him before and after school.

All during the week things had gone on as normal but Jerry often caught the boy looking at him, that faint smile touching his mouth each time. It was as though he knew what I was planning and was just waiting for it to happen, he had thought more than once during that long week.