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My Student Writes A Porn Story. C-5
I had a dreamy time as Foster's last week ground to an end. I planned a graduation event that we would never forget. As always, a last class week saw little in the way of teaching accomplished. The kids in Foster's class barely stayed in control, so excited were they with their graduation this Saturday. Foster sat in his usual seat at the front of the class, staring at me. He confined his antics to winks and tonguing his lower lip. He stopped at the desk after class to tell me the number of days left. His parting shot went something like this.
"I love you so much. I can't wait." Then, knowing he could not be seen, he blew an air kiss.
Thursday, the last day for seniors, started off as usual until Foster entered. Everyone had grouped in the back of the class, talking and joking. I sat at my desk. Then Foster entered. I noticed he wore a light coat, which I thought was strange as he never wore a coat.
Just before taking his seat, he looked at me with one eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a kind of unique smile, as if he was planning something. I wondered where this would go until he removed his jacket just before sitting and, holy crap, his mesh shirt gripped his torso like a second skin, with his nipples displaying pincers. I checked his shorts to see the left leg was cut, so even now, his soft cock dropped two inches below the hem.
He must have seen where my eyes went, for he changed that unique smile into one that let me know I was in trouble
I flopped heavily into my seat, knowing if I didn't, I would reveal what nobody but Foster needed to see. Foster laid his jacket on the desk just in case he needed a quick cover-up. Then he removed a cloth from one of the pockets. I groaned, knowing what that little kid planned. I felt myself hardening as I thought of that part of him that certainly was not little. I thought of what we had done, and I needed to shut my mouth before I drooled. I suspected, no I was certain, if Foster did as I suspected, I would not stop even though I sat at the front of the class. My pants were going to be messy.
Foster knew the affect he already had on me. He knew how my face looked when I was aroused, and right now, I was becoming aroused. Foster smiled in his knowing way. He almost laughed at seeing my arousal. I saw his left hand start that stroke I had observed before. He became hard almost instantly.
I glanced at my other students. No one was looking our way. I returned my gaze to this boy whose body I had come to know and worship. He was in full-on stroking mode. I felt myself become harder than I ever let myself be in a classroom. Foster had that look, both teasing and expecting the result he was producing in me.
The more I let my mouth slacken, the faster Foster rubbed. His cock stood four inches beyond the hem of the shorts. I could see a stream of pre-cum and I knew Foster was close. He watched and knew I was close. So help me, this little kid was about to achieve his goal of making me cum in front of my entire class.
I gave one last check of my students. All okay. I went to rub myself. Foster shook his head in a "Don't do it" gesture. I groaned. Understanding, he wanted me to cum hands free. I placed both hands on my desk. Foster rubbed faster, his hips thrusting. I groaned, louder.
Sadie, a student, called, "You all-right Mr. Parker?"
"Just gas. Thanks, Sadie."
She returned to her classmates and their discussion. I felt near my release. Foster was stroking harder, still teasing. I thrust uncontrollably. He saw and gave me a "Go for it smile." At that moment, he stopped his stroking. I groaned again. I had passed my no return point and felt myself release as Foster grinned. His hand resting on his hard tip. He saw my face as I tried to recover from my orgasm. He waited.
As he saw me relax, Foster resumed stroking. This time he licked his lips and his cheeks imitated sucking. I looked at the rest of the class. They were engaged in their pursuits, oblivious to the drama at the front. Foster gave me that look, telling me he knew I would release a second time as I focused on his tiny body. Only now, he undid the button on his shorts and opened them. He had gone commando. His cock stood out straight with the slight upward curve I had loved and worshipped days before.
I shook my head, no. He smiled a devilish grin and shook his head yes. So help me, I stared. I wanted my mouth on him. More, I needed him in me. I hardened more than I had been before. He stroked. I watched. My lust returned. His eyes told me he knew where he was taking me. He planned for me to cum again. His face slackened and his mouth opened. Foster never looked younger or more beautiful at that moment. I was beyond control and my want for this boy made me release harder than I had moments ago, even harder than when we had been with each other in his bed.
As he saw the evidence of what he had accomplished in my face and body, Foster seemed to laugh. At that moment, he stopped stroking and tucked himself away.
I needed to regain teacher mode. How could I. I smelled myself and felt my wetness. No way would I be able to stand. I needed to go to the John.
Foster grinned, showed he had accomplished some mission, and he appeared satisfied as he licked his lips. I knew my face was flushed. That scamp tucked himself away and put on his jacket. He approached the desk.
"I need a pass."
"Suffer, no pass."
"Then, I'll watch the class. You go wipe off in the John."
I nodded and left. No one paid any attention.
I went to the teacher's John and started to lock the door when it was pushed towards me. I backed away to see Foster enter.
"Who's watching the class?"
"I told Sadie you might be sick and I would check on you."
He turned the lock. As soon as he did, he undid his shorts, lowering them and removing them. I stared at his still raging hard length. Then, teasingly, he removed his mesh top. I stared at the nipple clips. He removed them.
"Undress he commanded."
"Not in school."
"There are thirty minutes left in the period. If you want me, undress."
I moaned as I looked at Foster hard and primed. I gave in and hastily removed my clothes. He pulled me to him. His tongue sought my mouth and entered me.
"Admit, you want me. You want me inside you."
I groaned.
"That tells me you want me. I'm going to make you mine in that special way as my thanks for your protection. Now bend over the sink."
I knew what was coming. I had never. I was twenty-three and this nineteen-year-old boy would be my first. Technically, he was still my student, but we had crossed that line this past weekend.
"Be gentle. I've never."
"You will be my first also teach. This will be the first of many. Tell me what you need, teach."
"Oh, Foster. Please be my first. I need your seed in me. Do it."
He used water and spit and fingers to open me. I looked in the mirror. I saw wanton lust in my eyes. My cheeks flamed. Just then I felt a pressure at my opening and my student, my lover, entered me. The mirror showed both our faces as he took me as his first. He was sucking furiously at my neck. His arms encircled my chest, pulling me into a lover's embrace. I felt his body against my back. He had joined us so tightly together. His strokes increased until with one last thrust he pushed deep, moaning my title, Teach. I felt him throbbing. The deed had been accomplished. Foster had me. I was his. I wanted him like this always.
I heard him sob. "Thank you, Parker. Thank you." I felt him soften. He turned me again, clasping me to him as he cried softly. I kissed his tears.
"Oh, Parker, I love you." He moaned, then pulled back. "We need to clean up. Class will end shortly."
I kneeled. "Let me clean you properly," I said, then I took his beautiful penis and licked it clean. He helped and used toilet paper to dry my rear, telling me to squeeze my opening so I expelled the loose juice.
Dressed, we left the John. Three minutes remained in the period. We entered the classroom.
Sadie looked at me from my teacher's seat. "Everything okay Mr. Dunlop?"
"Thanks Sadie. I had a bit of a problem. Foster helped me. I'm better now."
"Cool." She returned to her group as the bell sounded. I told my class to have a good life as they left. They wished me the same. Soon, only Foster and I remained. We stared at each other as if we were reliving the last few minutes.
"Can we? I mean." Parker seemed at a loss what to say or ask.
I stared. "You are so cute. I love your freckles."
"Only my freckles?"
"Well, how about I come over this evening and you show me more than your freckles?"
Why not plan to stay the weekend? Attend my graduation. Then back home and do what loving men, not teacher and student, do."
"Oh yeah. We can do that."
Foster did not know my plans for him or the graduation gift I had bought him.
***Every so often, a reader gives me an idea for a story. The idea for this one came from Jeffery B. Since I began this story, the many suggestions you readers provided have given me direction. Hudson forgot to appear in this chapter. Maybe C-6
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