Diesel

DIESEL - Chapter 6 - Making the Grade

"What the fuck is it with Diesel?" a frustrated Tom Koehler thought as he sat at his kitchen table in his robe on a Sunday evening. Tom was teaching summer school English at a different high school in his Texas district - for the money. Divorced and paying child support put him in a position where he couldn't turn it down. The daily drive wasn't too bad and the term was almost over.

Tom had been teaching high school English in Texas for the last 14 years. He considered himself pretty normal and average. But Diesel was putting a twist into that perspective. The short version was that Tom was having a difficult time accepting his growing physical attraction for Diesel. Tom was a jock in high school and college, excelling in track especially. Never at a loss for pussy when he wanted it, females flocked around him all the time. Guys hit on him regularly too, but he just laughed it off. His ex-wife had been a cheerleader at his college. The sex with her had always been great, but it wasn't enough to allow their marriage to survive adding a child to the mix and dealing with frequent financial ups and downs.

Tom kept in shape now mainly by running regularly, but he also used his high school gym equipment and pool - at 43, he looked pretty good. He believed the only good thing since his divorce 2 years earlier was that he was free to have sex again with lots of women - and he did. But it was starting to bore him.

As his teaching career progressed, one of the things he became aware of was that he started appreciating the hot tight bodies of some of his students. First, just the girls. All a girl had to do was bend over anywhere within his eyeshot and if they were wearing low cut jeans and he caught sight of any kind of thong underwear strap, he got wood - didn't matter what he was doing. He also had a thing for big tits. And the way some of these young girls could have great big jugs that seemed to hold up so firmly on their own, well, he always considered women's tits to be two of the Seven Wonders of the World, and he'd harden up.

With the guys, it was different, or so Tom thought. He would often see his students and other teen guys naked in the school locker room or shower, and was not embarrassed about checking them out. A favorite activity was picturing himself with the perfect body by mentally morphing body parts from different kids onto himself - Billy Summers' ass (Tom ranked it high because it was a bubble butt and because when he walked, his butt muscles flexed in such a way that the sides of his cheeks rippled in and out, as if they were breathing or something), Derek Anderson's dick (cut, perfectly shaped with a large head, at least 4 inches soft with huge hanging balls - though there had been others in the running, what gave Derek's cock the blue ribbon was the one time Tom saw it hard in the showers - long and thick with a head that looked like a big mushroom on top of a bratwurst), little Gary Miller's chest (on his 5'5" frame, Gary's very well developed chest looked almost freakish, especially when exposed - Tom took note of the stares Gary sometimes got in the hallways on days when he'd wear a tight t-shirt - it was difficult to accept visually that a chest that huge could narrow itself down to a waist as tiny as Gary's), Max Weldon's legs (Max was a weightlifter who always wore sweatpants or really baggy pants at school, as if he wanted to hide what his legs looked like. In the gym though, under the gaze of plenty of admiring eyes, he would proudly expose his tree trunk legs - they could almost hypnotize you if you watched them as he walked, how the muscles rolled over each other under Max' skin),and so on. But his fantasizing about students seemed to kick into a higher gear since the divorce and newly rediscovered freedom.

While beating off, Tom would now often fantasize three ways with two of his students. Usually it was 2 girls, sometimes a guy and a girl. Though in his fantasies that included a guy, he never did anything with him, admiring the kid's muscles as his sweaty body either pumped into his classmate or slid his body all over her always heightened Tom's climax. He was able to use the gym and pool at the school where he was for the summer, and he then found himself using some of these new kids he was seeing there.

Part of the problem, which was very slowly creeping into Tom's consciousness, was that in Diesel, he was seeing a collection of body parts that pretty much topped the chart in all areas. It was Diesel's high school where Tom was teaching, and at first Tom attributed Diesel's casual demeanor to some kind of territorial marking the kid did to impress the rest of the class - typical high school teenage shit. At first he couldn't believe that a high school kid would be playing him this way. He was soon to learn what a master player Diesel is. Though he'd run into Diesel a few times in the locker room, it was always when one of them was leaving and the other arriving. Tom often wondered what Diesel looked like in the buff.

As he sat at the kitchen table drinking his 3rd beer, his mind again went over the scene he witnessed earlier that afternoon. He was able to get some grading and computer work done in peace on weekends at the school, in the office of one of the regular teachers gone for the summer. About 2pm that day, he figured he'd done enough and packed up. About to step onto the stairs to go down, he stopped in his tracks when he glanced at the security mirror hanging a half flight down.

He'd worn gym shoes and had been engrossed in thought as he approached the open stairwell and the two kids in the mirror didn't see him. Tom slowly moved backwards, into the shadows of the hall, but was still able to clearly see the mirror.

They were a half flight further down, Diesel with his back to the wall facing the mirror, t-shirt pulled over his head, pressing at the back of his neck, arms resting at his side, eyes shut, mouth slack. He had an old pair of chinos on. Leaning into him was a kid Tom didn't recognize - noticeably smaller that Diesel and probably younger. The kid had a hand on each of Diesel's pecs, squeezing them; his mouth was open and rubbing around the hills and valleys of Diesel's abs. The kid was moaning pretty loudly. One hand came let go of a nipple, slowly slid down Diesel's torso, and disappeared.

"Not the hog, asshole!" said Diesel to the kid's face. Diesel had grabbed the kid by the hair and pulled the kid off his body. "You paid for this," said Diesel as he used his other hand indicating his torso, "not the hog," as he rubbed his crotch. "If you want to touch the hog, you're gonna have to pay 5 times what you're payin' now. Its fine to lay on it while playin' with my chest, just don't grab it with your hands. Do it again, and your 10 minutes ends now."

Tom realized he'd been holding his breath. He was amazed at how forceful Diesel was being. And the way Diesel seemed to be so casual about using his body. And what a body! Though Tom had a pretty good idea what Diesel was carrying around on and with him, This was the first time he was seeing Diesel's torso in the flesh. Even from that distance, and reflected in a mirror, it looked to Tom like Diesel's chest and abs were both huge and hard. But not as hard as Tom's dick right then.

"Times up, Sean," said Diesel as he pushed the kid away.

"Please, Diesel, please, just another minute, I was almost there," the kid pleaded while panting. "I'll pay double next time...please?"

Diesel jammed his hands inside the waist of his khakis, forcing the waist down slightly. "Kid, you'll pay whatever I say it's gonna cost, and you'll do it when I let you do it. Got it? It's your own damned fault that you can't cum fast enough. Move!" Diesel pushed the kid to the side and walked away pulling his t-shirt back on. The kid followed soon after.

Tom sat at his kitchen table, paying no attention to the fact that while going over the story in his mind, he'd once again gotten hard, grabbed his cock, and was stroking it. The image of Diesel leaning back on the wall, eyes closed, with that Sean kid worshipping him was burned into his mind. He was pounding his cock. The cum flew out in great spurts underneath the table, each accompanied by a grunt. Tom even heard a couple of spurts land with a splat on the tile floor.

A minute later, he was under the table wiping the puddles of cum up with some paper towels, he felt a cold drop on his neck, stopped, and looked up. "Holy fuck!" he said out loud as he noticed a glob of cum above him. Apparently, at least a couple of his shots were strong enough to first shoot upwards onto the bottom of the table. "I gotta get that kid out of my mind."

It was the last week of the summer session. Everyone seemed happy it was coming to a close. The first three weeks were spent on grammar, these last three on the play "Romeo and Juliet." Tom got a kick out of how different kids at different times would figure out some of the more explicit passages in Shakespeare's work on their own. They all seemed amazed that someone before them had figured out how hot sex was.

Diesel needed a passing grade to remain eligible for sports the next year. He was not at all happy to be at summer school, but it ended up not being too much of an inconvenience to his life guarding job, and he was really happy to have ended up with Mr. Koehler for a teacher.

Diesel was used to people constantly staring at and appraising him. Everyone had their reasons. Initially, he couldn't figure out what Koehler's were, but the glances were there and since he needed the grade, he went with his gut instincts. They told him to go the tease route. He sat in the back, usually angling his chair so some part of his body was always exposed to Koehler's line of vision. When everyone was reading or studying on their own, he'd make a point to run his hand over some part of his body, up and down a leg, scratching back and forth along his waistline, rubbing his chest, anything. During discussions, one of his favorite poses was running both hands through his curly blonde hair, locking them behind his head, and slouching in his seat with legs spread. He didn't spend too much time glancing at Koehler; he had to depend on this working on its own.

And then there was the matter of his clothing. Diesel had discovered that he could wear just about anything and look sexy as hell in it. He knew that a lot of gay guys, especially the ones older than he, seemed to like seeing him in tight clothes. That way, they got to see how Diesel's body curved in and bulged out in all the right places. Diesel also liked to tease guys with clothing that showed bits of flesh. And then there was his dick. Diesel knew that his fencepost would be noticed no matter what the covering.

The first week he'd worn his orange life guarding tank top over a pair of loose baggy shorts. "Swimwear from your job is not appropriate clothing for school, Diesel, even if it is summer. Besides, I wasn't aware that Abercrombie & Fitch was here doing a photo shoot today," said Vice Principal Geary while standing in his office doorway as Diesel walked by to class. Geary picked on Diesel regularly. Diesel knew it was just because Geary was really hot for him and Diesel had no interest in Geary - other than to tease the fuck out of him. But Diesel didn't want to take too many chances right now; sports were important to him. He decided the issue here was that he was wearing something from work, not the fact that it was a tank top. He stifled the urge to pull it off right then, get into Geary's face and say, "Sorry, Mr. Geary, here it is. What would you like me to be wearing?" But he knew how to get back at Geary.

The next two days he showed up wearing a skin-tight white tank top with a black stretch short sleeved button down shirt over it, and baggy white painter's pants. He only buttoned two of the middle buttons of the black shirt causing it to stretch out below, framing his bulging abs covered with the white stretched fabric of the tank top, while above the two buttons, the black material caught under the ridge of his massive hanging pecs, accentuating their mass even more. As he walked by Mr. Geary that first day, Geary's mouth working to keep from dropping open, Diesel smiled, nodded toward Geary, and then slowly scratched just underneath his left nipple while maintaining eye contact.

And then of course, there was the effect his clothing had on Koehler. Some rules relaxed during the summer. Students were allowed to stand next to their desks or lean against the back wall if they wanted a break - as long as they didn't cause a disruption. But that's all that happened in Koehler's mind anytime Diesel stood up. And when Diesel went into one of his stretches, Koehler just needed to make sure that he was sitting down, and stayed down till his hardon went away.

Another favorite outfit of Diesel's was a pair of low-rise jeans, tight in the crotch/ass, baggy everywhere else, topped with a cropped football jersey. The jersey would stretch out over Diesel's wide back, shoulders and chest, and fall down like a loose curtain, fluttering against his midsection as he moved.

Though they had a computer lab in the school, it was a small enough district that there weren't any in the classrooms. They still spent chunks of time working at blackboards. Diesel always volunteered to work at the board on the days he wore his drawstring sweat shorts and a t- shirt. The t-shirt was always too small and rarely reached his waist; the sweat shorts always seemed to be held up by his jutting ass and nothing else. He enjoyed being at the board with his back to Koehler as Koehler would steal glances at Diesel's exposed lower back. The t-shirt would elevator up and down a few inches as Diesel worked. Though Diesel was hairier than most guys with blonde hair, most of his hair was pretty light colored. One exception was a bushy patch of dark brown hair low on his back along his spine, running into his asscrack. Diesel knew that lots of guys, and some girls, were somehow really turned on by that patch of fur. He had no idea why, but used it because it worked like magic.

Diesel also liked wearing loose khaki pants every once in a while. Never wearing underwear on those days, he loved being able to let the hog "roam free" as he phrased it. He usually wore a wife beater topped with some kind of loose print, maybe Hawaiian, buttoned shirt over it.

On the Wednesday of that last week, Diesel wore his khaki pants. The difference this time was no wife beater. The Hawaiian print shirt was closed with one button. Papers on R&J were due on Friday, same day as the final exam. When the bell rang, the students shuffled out of the class. Koehler looked up to see Diesel getting out of his chair. The one existing button on the shirt caught on the desk's edge and popped off.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Koehler?" asked Diesel as he made his way up the aisle of the room, now emptied except for the two of them. The shirt fluttered open, exposing Diesel's full torso as he made his way to the front. Koehler couldn't take his eyes off of it...remembering that kid's hands and mouth roaming over it.

"Sorry, the button popped off," said Diesel with a shy smile as he pulled the two sides of his shirt together in front. Diesel waited till he got to the front of the room to do it, watching Koehler's eye feast on his tensed muscles. Diesel stood at the side of the desk, and put his R&J script down on it. "I wanted to ask you about what's going on here in the play," said Diesel, his shirt parting open as he stood.

Koehler was starting to sweat. He sat at the desk, tensed, and stared at the script, not trusting himself to look sideways and see the muscled teenager a matter of inches from his face. He could have sworn he felt Diesel's body heat. "What part?" he asked in a pitch higher than normal.

"Right here," Diesel said shoving forward a bit. "I mean all this stuff that Mercutio is saying. I'm not sure I understand all of it. It does sound like he really likes Romeo a lot, but I can't tell if he's happy for Romeo right now. I mean, if they're such good friends, why wouldn't Mercutio be really happy for Romeo? Is there something goin' on that I don't see in these words? Like...like...."

While Diesel talked, Koehler gave into the temptation to glance sideways. He was eye level with Diesel's waist. He saw Diesel's abs rumble against each other as he talked - like a bunch of puppies squirming for a place at a teat. He saw Diesel's treasure trail...bright blonde...thickening till it disappeared into the khaki.

Then. The hog. There it was, swaying in what seemed like slow motion, a pendulum, back and forth, rubbing against the pant's fabric. It moved with the rhythm of Diesel's voice. Koehler could feel precum burping out of his cockslit. It was all he could do to not moan out loud. Koehler looked up to Diesel's face and gradually remembered that Diesel was talking.

"Like..." said Diesel.

"Like what, Diesel, what do you mean?"

"Well. I know this sounds crazy, but I keep wondering if there's a chance, now don't yell at me and say I'm stupid, but I keep wondering if there's a chance that Mercutio maybe has kinda the hots for Romeo...but can't really talk about it. I mean, did they have gay guys back then, Mr. Koehler?"

"Diesel, there have always been gay men. That lifestyle was treated differently at different times in history. In Ancient Greece, it was an acceptable practice for an older man to have a younger man, sometimes a boy, as a regular sex partner, and be married at the same time."

Diesel put his hands in his pockets, pulling his pants down slightly. Koehler watched the material shift along the length of the hog. "Wow, that's amazing, Mr. Koehler. Say, I've been working on my paper for this and I was wondering if it would be cheating if I met with you one on one and showed you bits of it. I've got a lot of it done with notes and I'd just like to have the chance to talk to you about it so I'd know if I was on the right track. Could we do that?" Diesel asked with a pleading look.

Koehler was helpless. "Sure, when?"

"I have to run home right now, I can grab my notes. I'm coming back to do some laps in the pool. How about if I meet you here at, let's say, 4?"

"Sounds good to me, Diesel" said Koehler, fighting to keep his breathing under control.

"Thanks a lot, Mr. Koehler, I really really appreciate it!" said Diesel, placing one of his huge hands on Koehler's shoulder. Koehler felt Diesel's body heat almost like a branding iron as he took a sharp breath inward.

"See ya later, Teach!" said Diesel with a smile and a squeeze of Koehler's shoulder, then he jogged out of the classroom. He stopped in the shadows of the hallway and looked through the glass slot of the classroom's back door. A big smile broke out as he watched Koehler jerking in his chair.

As soon as Diesel left the room, Koehler pressed both his balled fists into his crotch. Within seconds his climax erupted. It was Diesel's touch and squeeze that put him over the edge. Had Diesel not left at that exact moment, Koehler knew that he probably would have thrown himself onto Diesel in much the same way that kid had done in the stairwell. Koehler felt ashamed that he desired Diesel so strongly - more strongly than he had desired anyone before.

Koehler actually had to go home and change his messy pants. He raced back to school, getting to his classroom about 10 minutes to 4. Then 4 came and went. Then 4:15. At 4:30, Koehler stormed downstairs to the pool. "If that little asshole is there, I'm going to ream him," he thought angrily. Though you weren't supposed to enter the pool area in street clothes, Koehler stormed in. The pool was empty save for one person doing laps - Diesel. Koehler stood at the shallow end, furious as he watched Diesel swimming away from him doing the breaststroke. When Diesel reached the far end and made his turn, he spotted Koehler.

"Jesus, I almost gave up on the jackass even showing up!" thought Diesel, "time to notch things up a bit," he continued thinking as he raced toward Koehler. Diesel reached the shallow end of the pool and just about shot out of the water.

"Mr. Koehler, I am SO sorry. I completely lost track of time and believe it or not, was actually thinking about my R&J paper while I was doing laps. Please, please don't be mad at me for this and don't hold it against me. Can we please still meet? I really need your help so I can figure out if I'm heading in the right direction with my paper. Please, Mr. Koehler, please?"

Koehler stood with his arms crossed, tense and angry. He wasn't prepared for the vision in front of him when Diesel came out of the water. Koehler had no idea that Diesel was as muscular as he was now able to see. His blonde locks were plastered to his skull; trails of water ran wildly all over Diesel's chiselled frame. Koehler lost any thought of anger when he glanced down at Diesel's crotch. Though he assumed that the water and whatever anxiety would contribute to some kind of dick shrinkage, it was still the biggest piece of meat he'd ever seen in his life. Diesel's red speedo was filled to the point of bursting. His actual dick pointed downward as well as it could in the suit's pouch. The jump out of the water caused enough suction of the material that his crotch looked shrink-wrapped - the ridge of Diesel's dickhead was so clearly outlined that Koehler could see its shadow. The strings hadn't been tied and each end hung on either side of the dick. Koehler suddenly thought of the mantube as a north/south continental divide with each string representing the rivers that flowed either to the east or to the west of that mountain range of a cock.

Koehler looked back up to Diesel's damp face. His mouth was slightly open, trails of water continued to move south, a few ran into Diesel's mouth. Diesel stared at Koehler in a pleading way.

"OK, but I don't have a lot of time. Let's hurry," said Koehler, realizing he was giving in to a temptation that he shouldn't give in to.

They walked into the locker room together. Diesel ran into the shower area, talking a mile a minute, apologizing over and over. Koehler stopped listening and sat down on one of the benches by the lockers just outside the shower room. Diesel kept talking even after he turned the shower on. A minute later, a red blur flew across Koehler's line of sight. It was the speedos. They landed with a thud on a metal ledge. Diesel had tossed them out. Koehler stared at them. A third of the suit was hanging off the ledge, water dripped to the floor. He kept thinking about how it had just been wrapped around Diesel's hard ass and huge cock. He wanted to touch them. As he was about to reach out, the shower flow stopped. Diesel stepped out wearing a towel around his waist, drying himself off quickly with another, still rambling on.

"Diesel, enough apologizing. You screwed up. Let's just get back upstairs to the classroom where we can get some work done. OK?"

"Sure, Mr. Koehler, sure," said Diesel as he tossed aside the towel he'd been drying himself with, and unhooked the other towel from his waist. Facing Koehler, neither speaking, Diesel reached in his locker, brought out a beat up old jockstrap and slowly pulled it on, adjusting his cock and balls in the stretched pouch. Koehler could only swallow, the sight of "the hog" burned into his brain. He then put on a pair of drawstring shorts, a wife beater, and a button down short sleeve shirt over that, leaving it unbuttoned. Koehler led the way to the classroom.

They ended up talking for almost an hour. Koehler was impressed with the line of logic that Diesel had come up with for his paper. He wanted to present the hypothesis that had Mercutio lived, he would have eventually ended up sharing a household with Romeo and Juliet. Or, if Romeo had also survived, but not Juliet, then Mercutio and Romeo would have hooked up. Diesel and Koehler sat next to each other in two of the classroom chairs. Diesel used his hands a lot while talking, often touching Koehler when making a point. As before, each touch felt hot on Koehler's skin.

That night at home, Koehler got himself hard remembering a party he'd gone to in college where he ended up fucking 3 women in a little over an hour. It was a sweet time and Koehler could always use that to bring him back from any daydreaming while he was fucking some other woman, including his wife. But this time, instead of seeing the women, different parts of Diesel would float into his mind. Koehler stopped masturbating, telling himself that he'd not beat off again till he could do it with images of women in his head.

Thursday was a low-rise jeans day for Diesel. Since it was the day before the final exam and when papers were due, Koehler spent the class working with people individually as they requested help. Diesel spent the class writing and shifting in his seat, every once in a while getting up for a stretch. Koehler forced his eyes to not watch during the stretches.

Friday morning, Koehler woke up with a jerk, breathing hard, and in a heavy sweat. He had kicked the sheet completely off the bed, realized he was covered with his own cum, and that his asshole felt odd. A wet dream - Diesel. Koehler jumped out of the damp bed and into the shower. The warm stream of liquid helped him relax his muscles. Snippets from the dream bubbled to the surface.

Diesel was standing there dressed as Koehler had never seen him - black leather. Some kind of boots that came up to his mid-thigh, a vest covering his shoulders and upper chest, and a pair of skin tight gloves - nothing else. There was something in the air that was really different. Diesel kept asking if he looked OK. Koehler backhanded Diesel really hard, realizing at that moment that he was also naked except for a pair of black gauntlet gloves. Diesel brought his hands up to his face, held back tears, and started apologizing. For what, Koehler had no idea. All he knew was that in this dream, Diesel was being completely subservient to him - and he really liked the way that felt. He slapped Diesel's huge hanging dick and yelled at him to stop whimpering. Diesel stopped. He started pulling on Diesel's dick, yanking it downward, ordering Diesel to get hard. It wasn't happening fast enough for Koehler; he moved behind Diesel, took off one of his gloves, and started working his fingers into Diesel's ass, all the while yelling at him to get hard. Without too much effort he got his whole fist up Diesel's asshole. He began thrusting into Diesel's ass, punctuating each punch with a yell of "Hard!" He reached around and smiled as he felt the hot hard pole. Koehler yanked his fist out of Diesel's ass and turned him around, ordering him to take his vest off. Koehler got down on the floor on his back and ordered Diesel to fuck him. Diesel leaned over saying he didn't want to hurt Koehler. Koehler reached up and grabbed a nipple in each hand, pulled and twisted them as hard as he could, and gave his order again. Diesel complied. Though Koehler had never had anything up his butt in his whole life (minus doctor visits), his mind remembered the feel of Diesel's dick going in and out of his ass as a full and tingly feeling. He also remembered that as Diesel held himself over Koehler, he fucked Koehler as if he were doing push ups. Koehler began punching both of Diesel's pecs as they hung above his face like water balloons. He kept yelling for Diesel to go faster and deeper. That's all he could remember of the dream.

As he grabbed the shampoo, he noticed how dirty a few of his fingernails were on his right hand. The nails on his left hand were clean as a whistle. "What the...," said Koehler as he started examining the dirty fingernails under the shower head. "Holy fuck!" Koehler yelled as he realized the dirt under his nails was his own shit! He must have been shoving his fingers up his ass during the wet dream as if it had been Diesel fucking him. That explained why his ass was feeling funny. It also made him pray for the end of that day - the last day of summer school - the last day he'd have to see Diesel.

Last day of class was always a bit bittersweet. People seemed to have mixed feelings. The students turned in their papers as they arrived and sat down to take the test. Each student said their good-bye as they handed in their test. Diesel chose to wear the same chinos and t-shirt he wore that day Koehler spied on him in the hallway. Koehler kept seeing the t-shirt pulled back over Diesel's head. This time he also kept seeing Diesel's face twisted in ecstasy, as if in the middle of cumming.

"I really appreciate all the extra help you gave me, Mr. Koehler, and again, I'm really sorry I screwed up on the time on Wednesday. That talk straightened out a lot of things in my mind. Believe it or not, I really enjoyed this class...hope you like my paper," said Diesel as he handed in his test. He walked back to his desk in the back of the room to pick up his stuff then walked back up the aisle. Koehler couldn't help but stare at Diesel's cock as it swayed underneath the loose material of his pants.

"See ya," said Diesel with a wink as he walked by the desk and out the door. Koehler gave a long sigh and busied himself straightening the papers on his desk.

Koehler started grading the tests and papers that night. He was determined to finish that quickly, and did so by mid-afternoon on Saturday. Though Diesel did miserably on the test, his paper was actually pretty well thought out. Combined with the mediocre work Diesel did in the first half of the class, Koehler ended up assigning him a C+. He knew Diesel needed at least a C to stay eligible to play sports the next year.

That night he decided to celebrate a few things - the end of the summer session, finishing up all his grading (he'd entered them on a spreadsheet on his computer but decided to wait till Sunday to send them in), and most of all, his ability to resist Diesel. Minor as some might view it, his celebration consisted of ordering a pizza, and enjoying it with beer, and a DVD from Blockbuster.

A couple of minutes after the pizza guy left, Koehler's bell rang again. He ran to the door and opened in, expecting it to be the pizza guy about something, and discovered Diesel.

"Hi, Mr. Koehler. I hope you don't think I'm stalking you or anything; I just really wanted to tell you how much I got out of your class. You're a really good teacher and I wanted to tell you that. I honestly don't care what grade you gave me...really. Well, sorry to bother you. Maybe I'll see you around," he turned to go.

Koehler was pretty shocked to see Diesel. Half the shock was how Diesel looked. He wore a long sleeve silk pullover t-shirt that was a shade of blue that seemed to match his eyes exactly. The shirt fit him like a glove, stretched especially tight over his biceps, chest and abs. But the real shocker were the pants. Black leather. The t-shirt was tucked into Diesel's narrow waist. His crotch pressed obscenely against the buttoned fly. It looked like a dam about to burst. When Diesel turned to go and Koehler gazed on his broad muscled back with that smooth layer of blue covering it, zooming down to an ass that if anything, pressed against the leather more fiercely than in front, Koehler said, unable to stop himself, "Diesel, wait."

Diesel turned back toward Koehler, a hand in each front pocket.

"I'm very glad you liked the class, Diesel. Teachers always like it when that happens. Sorry if I'm a bit flustered, I just didn't expect it to be you...I thought it was the pizza delivery kid coming back with some kind of problem."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Koehler, didn't know you had company. See ya." Diesel turned back around.

"Wait! I don't have any company. Truth is I'm just doin' a little celebrating by myself of the end of the term. C'mon in for a while. Have a piece of pizza. I'll never finish the whole thing myself," said Koehler, going against all reason. He knew he should just let Diesel walk, but he needed to feast his eyes on Diesel some more. He'd had a couple of beers and didn't realize his clarity was a bit fogged.

"No, I should go."

"Get in here and stop acting stupid," said Koehler as he grabbed Diesel's forearm. The silk material was smooth and Koehler felt Diesel's muscles move underneath it. "I'll never finish the pizza! And all the grading is done. You won't be able to talk me into giving you more than you deserved," Koehler said with a laugh.

"Have a seat," said Koehler as he shut the front door and watched Diesel's hard ass move across the room toward the TV. "Can I get you a Coke?"

"Sure, that would be fine."

"Why are you so dressed up, Diesel?"

Diesel laughed. "Believe it or not, I'm celebrating the end of summer school too," he said, stopping and turning to flash a toothy grin toward Koehler. "I was actually on my way to a movie at Cherry Creek Mall. I like dressing up every once in a while. These pants were a gift from a guy I did some work for. I don't own much leather. Too expensive. The shirt is new. But maybe this is all a bit much. What do you think?" asked Diesel as he did a slow turnaround.

"I think you look just fine, Diesel," said Koehler as he watched Diesel rotating in the middle of the room. Not only was he turned on by the sight of Diesel, even the sound of the creaking leather as Diesel turned was getting him hot.

Koehler returned with a Coke for Diesel and a beer for himself, the pizza box still unopened on the coffee table in front of them. "Pardon my manners...I'll grab some napkins, go ahead and dig in," said Koehler as he turned to go back to the kitchen. Diesel decided he'd be more comfortable on the floor so he slid off the couch, leaning his back on it, facing the coffee table and TV.

Two more beers later, another coke for Diesel, and 2/3 of the pizza gone, the 2 of them looked more like two friends having a good time, rather than teacher and student. Sitting on the couch, the bottom part of Koehler's leg rested along Diesel's arm, as Diesel rested while sitting on the floor. Koehler knew he was a bit drunk, but fought to remain clearheaded. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through Diesel's blonde curls. He loved being able to sit back and stare at the back of Diesel's head and see his leather covered legs stretched out underneath the coffee table.

"Hey, Diesel, you ever do any modelling or bodybuilding stuff?"

Diesel cocked his head sideways looking up at Koehler. "Actually, I've done a bit of both, nothing serious though. I know I'd never go far as a model because I'm too bulky. For a guy to make it as a model, he needs to be thinner than I am. And I don't think I'm big enough to compete as a bodybuilder...at least seriously."

"I think you'd make a great model. With a build like yours, you could have a very good career...just depends on what you'd model. And you're plenty big for bodybuilding...plenty," said Koehler as he placed his hand on Diesel's shoulder gently rubbing it. Koehler felt Diesel relax against his leg.

"You got a routine?" asked Koehler.

"What do you mean 'routine'?"

"Bodybuilding, goof!" said Koehler lightly slapping the back of Diesel's head.

"No. I don't really know what to do. I've watched a lot of competitions on TV and I've taped them and then play them back trying to copy some of the guys."

Koehler's mind filled with images of Diesel in a tiny posing strap unable to contain his cock and balls, a darkly tanned body, smeared with a thick coat of oil reflecting the bright lights. For Koehler's purposes, all Diesel would need to do would be to stand there, nothing more.

"Show me."

"What?"

"C'mon. Show me some kind of posing routine. I'll be the judge. C'mon...for laughs," said Koehler as he got off the couch and tried to lift Diesel, who got up and walked around the couch.

"Over there in the middle of the room where there's some space. Yeah, there. OK. Audience is this way," said Koehler as he knelt on the couch facing away from the TV toward Diesel.

"I don't think I can do this. I feel kind of stupid," said Diesel with his arms at his sides.

"Oh, c'mon," Koehler pleaded, "just imagine you're on a stage with lots of lights. There's a panel of judges watching you carefully and a crowd of fans screaming their support."

"Well, OK, but I don't want to rip this," said Diesel as he first unbuttoned the top of his pants, pulled off the silk t-shirt, and tossed it to Koehler. "Guard this," he said with a smile.

Diesel started his routine. Actually he had a few of them. The one he did now was a version of the one he did for private clients. He got paid good money for doing this elsewhere, but on the line now was his grade. Besides, Diesel loved that feeling of power over guys when they got completely mesmerized by his body. Since his legs were covered, he focused most of his movements on his upper body and arms, but kept in mind that some guys, and he suspected Koehler was one, got off on leather and muscles. He made sure to work in a few moves that showed his leg muscles wrestling underneath the leather.

Koehler was entranced He immediately went hard and unconsciously started pressing his dick into the couch. He'd never been to a bodybuilding competition, but what this kid was doing was amazing. Koehler loved the way Diesel was making different parts of his chest expand and retract. And those arms! From the elbow down they looked like bars of different size steel lying next to each other under the skin. From the elbow up they were just one bulge building onto the next.

Diesel turned around. Koehler had to get closer. He dropped the t-shirt, stepped over the couch and moved toward the muscleteen. Diesel's back formed a "V" covered with mounds of moving muscle. His arms moved like they were sides of beef attached to his shoulders. A sheen of sweat glistened on Diesel's skin - and on Koehler's face. Koehler moved closer. He was taking deep deep breaths.

"Can I...," Koehler whispered questioningly.

"Sure, I don't bite...too hard," said Diesel, still with his back to Koehler.

Koehler placed both palms on Diesel's back. As Diesel kept moving in his posing, Koehler was now able to feel the muscles moving. His hands started roaming over the muscled terrain of Diesel's back. Diesel brought a hand down to his crotch, and then turned to face Koehler.

Koehler pulled back, not in fright, but in sheer shock at suddenly being that close to an entirely different musculature. Koehler's eyes first dropped to Diesel's crotch where another button had been popped open. The opening leather now flapped downward on each side and the waist pulled away from Diesel's skin. Diesel's cock and balls were still hidden behind the layer of warm leather, and still advancing their case for release. Koehler followed Diesel's treasure trail upward as it snaked through his abs and disappeared. Above that were the hanging masses of pec flesh with a proud hard nipple at each center. As Diesel continued his sensual dance, their eyes met.

"Can I...," Koehler whispered questioningly.

Diesel just smiled. Koehler fell forward, open mouth landing on a pec, he grabbed the other pec with one hand, kneading it like dough. The other hand cupped one of Diesel's hard ass cheeks. Koehler pulled on the warm leather covering it, jamming his crotch into Diesel's. Diesel put a hand on the back of Koehler's head, helping it travel around his chest. Koehler was mumbling incoherently, saliva ran freely from his mouth. Koehler moved his hand from Diesel's ass to his crotch and looked up at Diesel's face.

"Can I...," Koehler whispered questioningly.

Diesel smiled again and pulled open the rest of the pants' buttons and placed each of Koehler's hands on the waist of his pants and dropped his own hands to his sides. "Your turn."

Koehler dropped to his knees, his arms now bent with his hands resting on the waist of the leather pants on either side, his eyes level with Diesel's basket, the smell of the leather was intoxicating. Koehler pulled. Diesel limited his movements to a slight swaying of his hips. Koehler pulled more and the leather noisily slid downward. Diesel's dick popped out and hit Koehler in the chin. Koehler groaned.

Diesel grabbed the back of Koehler's head holding him about a foot away from his fat red swaying cock. Diesel's balls, freed from their heated cell, moved lazily in their low sack.

"You want it? You want the hog?" asked Diesel in a hoarse whisper.

Koehler was afraid that if he took his eyes off the dick for a second it might disappear. He stared at it, not blinking and nodded his head as well as he could with Diesel's fist having a firm hold in the back.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want, Teach."

"I want the hog, Diesel...I want the hog," Koehler panted.

Koehler reached for it with his hands. Diesel slapped them away. Then Diesel started moving Koehler's head back and forth toward his dick, teasing Koehler by allowing him to get close to his prize, but not able to touch it with his straining mouth or tongue. He then grasped his tube of manmeat and slapped Koehler repeatedly underneath his chin with it.

Diesel pulled Koehler's head back a bit, pointing his cockhead toward Koehler's face. "Hey, Mr. Koehler, the hog has a question he wants to ask."

Koehler looked up at Diesel's face perplexed.

"The hog," said Diesel, looking from Koehler's eyes to his dick.

Koehler looked at the fat red one eyed dickhead staring at him. Diesel slid his fist forward on the length of his cock, grabbing near the tip with his thumb and forefinger.

"What grade did you give Diesel?" said Diesel as he squeezed his piss slit open and shut. Koehler looked back up at Diesel.

"Talk to the hog, Teach!" Koehler's eyes raked down Diesel's muscled body, ending at his dickhead.

"What grade?"

"C+"

"What? Diesel deserves better than that, Teach. Can you do better than that? It would make me happy if you did...very happy."

"B"

"Not good enough. Diesel worked really hard in your class...really hard. I like working hard too. Would you like me to work hard?" Diesel started slapping Koehler's face with his huge dick. Koehler knelt in a trance as the warm truncheon jarred his face over and over. Diesel stopped and held his dick about 8 inches from Koehler's face; a burp of precum seeped out of the slit and started its slow journey to the floor. "Reconsidering?"

"A"

"What?" said Diesel, "the hog can't hear you."

"A"

"Get closer. Tell him again," said Diesel as he pulled Koehler's head to within a few inches of his piss slit. Koehler was aching to get his mouth on the red piece of flesh in front of him.

"A...A...A...," Diesel pulled Koehler's head forward so his dick rammed into Koehler's surprised face. He pulled Koehler's head back. Then forward again. This time Koehler opened his mouth wide and sucked in as much of Diesel's dickhead as he could. He grabbed Diesel's dick with both hands and sucked on the head as if his life depended on it. He pulled off for a moment to take some heaving breaths; gobs of saliva fell out of his mouth. Diesel guided Koehler's mouth back to the tip of his hardening and expanding dick. Koehler latched onto the head, and began pumping the length of it with both hands. It hardened more under his grasp, eventually feeling like wet velvet being rubbed over a steel tube.

"Yes, that's it, Mr. Koehler. Make the hog spit. Hog likes to spit...hog loves your warm mouth and tongue...oh yeah, suuuucccckkkkk...," said Diesel as he shoved his pelvis forward, dropped his head back, and gently rubbed Koehler's head. Suddenly his balls jerked up and both he and Koehler sensed the coming tidal wave.

Waves of cum cannoned out of Diesel's slit. Diesel pulled Koehler's sucking mouth off of his dick after the first couple of volleys; Koehler lost his grip on his prize. Diesel shot the rest all over Koehler's face watching it drip down his neck onto his chest and back. Diesel grabbed his still hard dick and began rubbing it all over Koehler's face, ears and neck, spreading the thick cum. Diesel then pulled the almost comatose Koehler to his feet, locked lips with him, and gave him a passionate kiss, shoving his tongue in Koehler's mouth like an anteater at a feast, while grinding their bodies together. Diesel unlocked their mouths and held his face within inches of Koehler's. They stared at each other, mouths open, panting, eyes locked.

"And Mr. Koehler, when I get my grades in the mail, if that A becomes an A+, I'll be back and I can show you more posing routines." While talking, Diesel reached around Koehler, grabbed his ass with one hand, slid the other one up and down Koehler's asscrack, and pressed their bodies together. "Lots more...know what I mean?" Diesel let go of Koehler and watched him fall to the ground in a heap.

Diesel grabbed Koehler's t-shirt, ripped it off of him, and used it to clean off his cock. He walked over to the couch, grabbed his own t-shirt, and dropped Koehler's cum stained t-shirt in its place. He walked back to Koehler lying on the floor, who hadn't taken his eyes off Diesel's sweat covered body. Diesel stood spreadeagled over the prone body so that Koehler looked straight up at him. He pulled his satin t-shirt on, tucked it in, "Hog says bye...for now," said Diesel as he grabbed his cock and stuffed it and his balls back into their leather cage, and buttoned up.

"Remember, Teach, 'A+' and you get more of this," said Diesel as he rubbed his crotch. He walked over to the coffee table, grabbed a piece of cold pizza, and wolfed it down as he walked to the door. Koehler stayed hard as he watched the blue silk clinging to Diesel's wet back.

NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my Diesel stories so far. I appreciate your telling me the parts of the stories that you like. Please feel free to give me suggestions for situations that Diesel could find himself in. Tell me things you'd like to see happen. Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com