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Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in a man fucking around with an eager-to-learn high school graduate. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, here it is!
EDUCATING JIMMY
PART 2
After the initial excitement, I started to have qualms about possibly starting a sexual relationship with a former student. That "former" wasn't all that former; he had only graduated the day before. Still, he officially wasn't my student any longer, and he was past the age of consent, and it was definitely his idea. I could feel the excitement and my cock beginning to grow again, and I was beginning to look forward to Jimmy returning to my house and becoming my student again--this time in a quest for sexual knowledge.
I was sitting on the sofa and watching the news when my phone dinged to alert me about a new text message. I swiped it on and tapped the messenger app. My cock jumped when I saw the message was from Jimmy, but the excitement ebbed away when I read what he had to say.
J: Can't make it, Mr. W.
My first reaction was to get really angry. I couldn't help thinking that he had been playing me all along and was backing out after proving that I was into guys. I tried to stay calm and not go ballistic on his teasing ass.
W: Changed your mind?
J: Mom did. Wants me home after partying last night.
W: Can't blame her.
J: Sucks!
W: Who does? ;)
J: Me. I wish.
W: There's always tomorrow.
J: Hey, can you come?
W: What????
J: Over. Come over. For dinner.
W: Why?
J: Mom wants you. So do I. :)
W: Serious? About your mom?
J: Yeah. Think she wants you for more than dinner.
W: I can't blame her.
J: Me either.
W: Serious invite?
J: Definitely. 7?
W: Might as well, since my other plans are apparently off.
J: Cool. See you. Sorry about change.
W: Just glad you've calmed down. LOL.
J: What makes you think that? Hard now just thinking about you.
W: I'll bet you get hard pretty easy. ;)
J: Touche.
During this exchange, my cock had returned to full stiffness, and I gave it a few strokes every time I waited for Jimmy's response. I was tempted to keep texting and see if either or both of us could get off, but it made me feel too much like a horny teenager.
W: 7 then.
J: You going?
W: Things to do.
J: Oh. Later.
W: Definitely.
J: Can't wait.
W: Me either.
J: Me more.
W: Stop it. LOL.
J: Can't.
W: I'm turning off now.
J: Turning on is more fun.
W: lol.
J: Can't wait for you to fuck me!
My first reaction was to laugh, but then I got a little nervous.
W: Careful what you say. Wipe texts.
J: Yeah, yeah.
W: Serious!
J: Okay, just did. Happy?
W: Don't ever lie to me.
J: Hey, that's insulting.
W: Sorry. Nervous.
J: I'll cure that. ;)
W: See you at 7.
J: Yes.
I wanted to say more, but I didn't want to sound like a schoolgirl begging for attention. I needed to have some sort of control. I switched off the phone, decided to stretch out on the sofa instead of sitting, and went back to watching television.
No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn't concentrate on the news. Visions of Jimmy's hard, young cock kept wandering into my brain. Shaved smooth. Firm young flesh. Begging to be swallowed. It was almost as if he was standing right in front of me like he had been in the morning. I could almost taste him. I finally gave up on the news, switched off the TV, and unzipped my jeans.
My cock didn't need any encouragement. It was already hard and straining to be free. I lifted my hips off of the sofa and shoved my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. My freed cock waved proudly in the air, and I didn't waste any time grabbing it firmly in my fist after my hips sank back onto the sofa. "Mmmmmm," I sighed as I closed my eyes and slowly began stroking my cock. I gently ran my free hand all over my chest, moaning at the pleasure of my fingertips gently caressing my own body.
As I continued stroking my shaft, I finally worked my free hand down over my stomach and entwined my fingers in my thick bush at the base of my cock. I pulled gently on the hair and lightly scratched the flesh hidden underneath. Visions of Jimmy's smooth young flesh passed through my mind as I played with my bush, and a smile stole across my face as I wondered what he would think if I shaved for him. Maybe I would ask him at some point.
I could feel my cock oozing precum and lubricating my stroking fist, but I continued to keep my eyes closed so I could imagine Jimmy standing over me and stroking his own rock-hard cock. I finally disentangled my free hand from my pubes and gripped the base of my cock with my balls rolling on the back of my hand and my middle finger gently working its way back between my thighs.
"Oh yeah," I sighed when my finger finally touched my quivering asshole. "That's what I want," I moaned. I continued to tease my opening as I increased the spead of my strokes on my engorged and straining cock. I imagined Jimmy stroking his cock faster and faster like I was doing. I imagined his face scrunched up as he bent his knees and got ready to unload. "OH SHIT," I groaned as I reached the point of no return.
Without thinking about it for even an instant, I kicked my legs in the air and rolled up onto my shoulders. My feet, tangled in my jeans and underwear, struggled to find a resting place behind my head on the sofa and my knees bent down toward my ears. "YES!" I bellowed as my body started convulsing and I imagined a huge load of creamy cum firing out of Jimmy's tantalizing cock and splattering all over my face. I opened my mouth to taste his cum as he continued to fire more and more young, fresh seed into the air.
"Oh shit," I finally moaned with satisfaction as I opened my eyes to see my own cock dangling over my cum-covered face and leaking out the last of its load. I stuck my tongue out and waited for that final glistening drop to slide off of my cock and descend in a thinning strand to join the rest of the load.
"Damn, that kid makes me horny," I laughed as I dropped my legs back down onto the sofa. Although I was spent and relaxed, I didn't stop stroking my cock, not yet. I continued to pull my meat gently as I used my other hand to gather up the cum that had missed my mouth and splattered my face instead. I eagerly guided the seed into my mouth, licked my fingers clean, and enjoyed the pungent flavor of my own cum as my fingers went in search of more.
Even when my face showed no more traces of having recently been covered in cum, I didn't stop stroking my cock. It had gone fairly flacid after being fully satisfied, but it began to plump up again as I continued to show it some loving attention. Without the promise of teaching Jimmy any lessons this evening, there was no reason not to get in as many lessons of my own as I could before heading out for dinner. I thought that if I was lucky, my cock would be so worn out that it couldn't torment me by being rock hard all evening while I looked at Jimmy across the table and imagined all the things I wanted to do to him. With him. To him and with him.
I had enjoyed many meals with the Jacksons. Jimmy's mother was always trying to thank me for the help I'd given him in school and with his college applications. I'm sure I was also, in her mind, a serious contender for replacing her late husband, who had passed away so long ago that Jimmy didn't even remember him. I always tried to be polite with Mrs. Jackson but I also tried not to encourage her thoughts in that direction. I was definitely 100% gay--not even the slightest of bi tendencies and definitely no curiosity.
"Did you save room for dessert?" Mrs. Jackson asked as she stood up to clear the dining room table.
"I'm not sure," I laughed. "What do you have?"
"Piping hot chocolate cake," she replied. "It should be ready any minute now. I'll check on it."
"Let me help you," I said, "standing up."
"No, no," she replied quickly. "You and Jimmy just relax. Go in the living room. I'll clean up these dishes and holler when dessert is ready."
"Are you sure?" I asked, hating to be a lazy guest.
"Positive. You two go have fun."
"Sounds good to me," Jimmy said, giving me a wicked grin.
"Stop it," I hissed, sending a nervous glance toward the kitchen.
"Yes, Mr. W," he replied with mock humility.
"What do you want to watch?" Jimmy asked as he flopped down on their sofa and flipped on the television.
"I don't know. What looks good?"
"This," Jimmy laughed, giving his crotch a grab and tug.
"If you don't stop it--"
"What, are you going to punish me? Yes, please."
"You're a brat," I laughed. "Find something to watch on the television. I'll be back in a minute."
"Where are you going?"
"To use the restroom."
"You need me to show you the way?"
"I think I can find it," I replied, shaking my head at him. I'd been in the house often enough that I knew exactly where it was, and he knew that I knew.
"Suit yourself," he said and turned his attention to the television's on-screen guide.
I had drunk several glasses of tea with dinner, so I was bursting for a piss by the time I made it to the restroom. I stood in front of the toilet, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my jeans. I know some guys just pull their dicks out through the front of their trousers, but I like to open it all up for more freedom. I hefted my dick and balls out of my underwear, aimed with one hand, and rested my other hand on my hip.
A steady stream of bright yellow piss burst forth from my dick and splashed into the water. I redirected the stream to hit the side of the bowl and make less noise since I wasn't showing much sign of running dry quickly.
"Nice," came a one-word observation from beside me. I jumped from the surprise and pissed all over the raised toilet seat.
"What the fuck?" I hissed when I finally had my muscles clamped down to stop the stream of piss. I looked to the side and found Jimmy standing with his own cock out. It was clearly growing harder and larger.
"Don't stop," he said casually. "I might even join you."
"Go away," I replied lamely.
"Hey, it's just you and me. Two adults taking care of a normal bodily function. Having a little fun together. Where's the harm in that?"
"I don't think your mother would approve." It was one thing to play with Danny in my house and quite another to do it in his mother's house. Besides, I was desperate to finish pissing. Still, I couldn't deny that I was aroused by the sight of Jimmy's cock, and I could feel my own cock stiffening a bit. Jimmy noticed my growing problem and smiled.
"I won't tell if you don't," he laughed, turning slightly to close and lock the door behind him.
"Let's shake on it," I laughed nervously when he turned back toward me. I reached out and took his firm young cock in my sweaty hand.
"Nervous are you?" Jimmy asked when he felt my wet palm on his flesh. "Feels good. Don't forget my balls. Feel how smooth they are."
"Nice," I agreed, cupping the smooth, firm, young balls in my other hand and giving them a squeeze.
"I knew you'd be up for this, Mr. W."
"Damn, much more of this, and I'll never be able to finish pissing."
"Then let me suck the piss out of you," Jimmy replied innocently.
"What?" I asked with honest surprise as I let his dick slip from my hand.
"I've heard some guys like the taste of piss."
"You're not serious, Jimmy!"
"Relax," Jimmy said softly as he stepped closer to me and started to unbutton my shirt. I held my breath as he exposed my hairy chest and then leaned in to rub his face against my body. "Nice," he sighed as he trailed his hands down through the mass of hair on my chest. I closed my eyes and moaned when Jimmy flicked his tongue over each of my nipples in turn. "That's it, just enjoy the moment."
"Oh, Jimmy," I groaned.
Jimmy straightened up and whispered in my ear, "You ain't felt nothing yet, Mr. W."
"We don't have time," I hissed urgently.
Jimmy silenced me by covering my lips with his and kissing me. I felt his tongue teasing my lips and I parted them to allow him into me. Our tongues slid against and across each other as Jimmy slid his hands down my chest and over my stomach before forcing my hand away from my cock.
"Oh god," I moaned into Jimmy's mouth as he wrapped one fist around my now rock-hard cock and firmly took my hairy balls in his other hand. Jimmy moaned his own agreement as he slowly began sliding his fist up and down my cock. I couldn't keep my hips from reflexively thrusting up to meet Jimmy's slow, tantalizing strokes.
A strand of saliva stretched out between us as Jimmy broke the kiss and leaned back. In one quick movement, he stuck out his tongue and leaned forward to gather up the saliva strand, finishing with a lightning-fast lick of my chin. "Damn," I laughed. "You're not as innocent as I thought."
"What makes you think that?" Jimmy asked coyly as he continued to stroke my shaft and massage my balls.
"Oh fuck," I moaned. "That comment about drinking piss, for one thing," I laughed. Where did you learn all this, Jimmy?"
"Here and there."
I couldn't help thinking about when Jimmy mentioned earlier in the day how hot he thought my neighbor was. "Mr. Fisher?" I asked. "Has Mr. Fisher been doing things like this with you?" I don't know whether I was disappointed or excited by the idea.
"That would be telling, and I already told you I don't tell. We all have our secrets," Jimmy chuckled mischievously as he began to sink to his knees.
"We certainly do. Oh yeah," I groaned when Jimmy guided the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "That's it. Watch the teeth!" I nearly yelled when he scraped my shaft.
Jimmy pulled off of my cock and said, "Sorry. I'm just a beginner. You'll have to teach me."
I doubted that he really needed to be taught, but then maybe he had just been reading stuff on the Internet and needed some actual firsthand instruction. "I'll teach you anything you want," I finally said, "but right now, I need to finish pissing." I couldn't believe that I was saying this, with Jimmy on his knees at my feet and wanting to suck my cock, but I really was desperate to finish pissing. And with my cock so hard, it was going to be like a morning hardon piss--not easy.
"Who's stopping you?" Jimmy asked innocently without moving.
"You're not serious."
"Try me," he replied, and then he leaned in with his mouth open wide and my dickhead only a short distance from his tongue.
"I've never..." The words died as I looked down into his eager young face. I'd never done any sort of watersports in my life, not even with my crazy ex-boyfriend. The idea had been intriguing, but the right moment never presented itself. Maybe it was finally the right moment. Maybe I was going to learn a few lessons of my own. "Are you sure?"
"We'll find out," he laughed.
"Okay, then clamp those soft lips of yours on my dick so we don't make a mess. I don't want to have to explain to your mother why her boy is all covered in piss."
"Fire away," Jimmy said right before taking my dick into his mouth and sealing his lips tightly around my shaft.
I breathed deeply and tried to relax. I tried to ignore the fact that a former student was on his knees and waiting to have his mouth filled with piss. "Oh shit," I moaned when I finally felt my plumbing kick into action. "Here it comes, Jimmy," I warned him right before the piss started to flow. There was no going back. "Oh shit, drink it, Jimmy, drink it!" I hissed.
A shocked expression fluttered across Jimmy's face, and in that moment, I realized that he never thought I would do it. Well, he was wrong, and there was no stopping now. I watched with awe as Jimmy quickly started gulping to swallow the flood that was filling his mouth. It was a good thing I'd already emptied a large portion of my bladder before Jimmy interrupted me, or he never would have made it.
"That's it, boy. You can do it," I encouraged him as I felt the flow starting to wind down. "Almost finished. Just a little more. That's it. Oh shit," I groaned when I could feel the last drops trickling out. "I can't believe you did that."
Jimmy gulped the final load before pulling off of my cock and laughing, "I can't believe you did that either. I was joking. But I'm damn glad now that I did. That was hot."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never done anything like that before."
"Really? That's neat. So I was your first," he added proudly.
"You sure were," I laughed.
"Good, now let's get back to the blowjob lesson," Jimmy grinned as he leaned forward.
"Damn, you're one horny kid."
"Making up for lost time," he replied before wrapping his lips around my cock.
"DESSERT IS READY!" Mrs. Jackson hollered from the dining room. "Come and get it."
Jimmy pulled off of my cock and stood up. "I'd rather just have cum for dessert."
"Wash your mouth out," I ordered as I struggled to put my hard cock away and fasten my jeans.
"Are you a prude now?" Jimmy laughed.
"No, I just don't want your mother smelling piss and cock on your breath," I laughed. "Hurry up."
"Will do," Jimmy said as he grabbed a bottle of mouthwash off the counter and I headed back downstairs to keep his mother busy.
"Where's Jimmy?" Mrs. Jackson asked when I walked into the dining room and sat down in front of a large slice of steaming-hot cake.
"Ran to the restroom," I replied. "He'll be here in a minute."
"That boy. He really looks up to you, you know."
"That's flattering," I said as my mind was filled with the image of Jimmy on his knees and looking up at me with my cock in his mouth. "Ummm, I was thinking, it might be good for Jimmy to keep up his math studies for the summer, just to make sure he's on top of things when college starts."
"I don't know how I'll ever get him to do that instead of hanging out with his friends."
"Well," I said casually, as if it was a new thought, "he could stop by my place on a regular basis and I could continue to educate him as much as I can."
"We couldn't impose on you," she objected.
"It would be my pleasure, I assure you."
"I appreciate the offer, but it's up to Jimmy. I can't force him."
"Can't force me to do what?" Jimmy asked as he entered the dining room, sat down next to me, and started eating his cake.
"Mr. Webster said you could go around to his place this summer to keep up your studies."
"Really?" Jimmy said eagerly, but I gave him a discouraging look. "Well, I don't know. It's my last free summer."
"I'm sure he would rather be hanging out with boys his own age," I said.
"Well, I guess there's no reason I can't do both, if it's what you really want, Mom."
"I think it would be good for you," Mrs. Jackson replied. "You're never too old to learn."
"I hope that's true," I laughed. "I expect Jimmy will be teaching me a few things this summer, too."
"It'll beat just pissing the summer away," Jimmy observed, grinning at me and raising an eyebrow.
"Jimmy!" Mrs. Jackson objected as I nearly choked on a bite of my cake. "Watch your language. Are you all right?" she asked, turning her attention to me. I'm afraid you're going to have your hands full for the summer."
"It looks that way," I agreed as I felt Jimmy pressing his knee against mine while he devoured his dessert.
I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fun. Always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! ;)
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