NOTHING TO DO ALL SUMMER
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I made sure all my shades downstairs were closed and, secure behind my blinds and curtains, I dropped my robe and padded naked over to the couch. Ahhh! Was my only thought as I lay out on the soft velvet and let my body relax all over. I'd chosen this couch specially, it had an extra wide seat on it and was long enough to not crowd my legs or feet, I had plenty of room to lie and rest and let my frazzled nerves settle down at last. It was summer, I had nothing to do all summer, and the days were going to go on for weeks and weeks and weeks....
Oh, I'd do other things than lie naked on my couch and forget the latest batch of young Neanderthals that had graduated this year. I'd tried to pound the essentials of English grammar and sentence structure and the beauty of Shakespeare into them. It was like pounding uncooked spaghetti into a brick wall with a cucumber hammer, but I'd done my best. Wish I felt that any bit of what I'd taught had stuck anywhere...
Damn it, enough of that. It was why I'd chosen to have the school district pay me for twelve months instead of only nine. Less money per month for living which required a Spartan lifestyle (that of few possessions, not hunky Greek warriors loving other hunky Greek warriors, worse the luck!), but I could clock out the end of June and not have to look at those gaping vacant faces again until almost Labor Day. After a few weeks of lassitude, I'd sit at my laptop and work on my novel maybe, or even take on a tutoring job or two. Occasionally the SAT's would scare some soon-to-be senior about their chances for college, they would at least pay attention when I talked when they had to pay by the hour....
I slept. Sleeping a lot was typical for me the first few weeks of summer. Part of that is the weather which begins to really kick in with the heat in the first weeks of July, the rest of that is just my brain saying it needs some down time, lots and lots of down time....
I was deep in a really nice dream about Spartan warriors who'd decided that a high school English teacher in his late 20's was just the guy they needed to help fill their ranks in combat and three major studs were busily arguing over which one got me in their bed to fuck all night long first when it happened.
"There you are!" came a call and a naked young body landed right on me! Honest, I hadn't heard the young man come in, didn't know he was in the room until he woke me up by landing on me!
How did I know he was naked when all I could see was a blurry section of brown head-hair practically in my face and a bit of the bare shoulder? Because I had a hard cock rubbing my stomach which wasn't mine, that's how! My own dong was in between his legs and not in contact with his body in any major fashion, it slapped one of his inner thighs from time to time is all.
His, though, was rubbing on me like mad. "God, you're so hot!" he murmured in my ear. "I want to make love to you all fucking night and.... Holy shit! You're a guy!" The first part of that was said in a husky whisper that breathed seduction, the last was almost in a barely pubescent tenor that threatened to crack on the last word.
"Yes, I am and..." We both recognized each other at the same time. "Brent?" I asked.
"Mr. Weston! Jesus Christ!" He moaned. "Aw, man!"
Brent had been one of my students until a few weeks ago, he'd graduated. I hadn't even known he was still in town, much less naked and in my house!
"What are you doing in my house?" I wasn't mad, exactly, just damned puzzled. You don't get naked to rob a place, after all.
"It's not your house! I mean, it's supposed to be Christina's house!" He babbled. The virtue of being a teacher is the students have obedience ingrained in them from a young age, you demand an answer and they give it, that or refuse in a way that usually tells you just what happened. "I met her at the movies and came on to her and she said if I'd come by her house in a half hour, she'd be waiting on couch naked and ready for me. All I had to do was strip and use the key under the mat and come in and jump on."
That actually made sense, at least, under the circumstances. "Christina lives two houses down." I explained. "I had her mother watch my house a short time ago and gave her a spare key."
"So she punked me?" Brent winced at the pain of it. "Oh, God! And I fell for it!"
"Big time." I commiserated with him. "So get your clothes on and go home."
"I can't." he mourned. "Dan's got my clothes in his car and he's left. Going to be back in a couple hours, pick me up."
"Oh." I blinked. "Well, you can wait here with me, I guess."
"Thanks." he said.
"Uh...can you get off me now?" I asked him. I still had a naked teenaged guy on my own naked body, with his dick resting on my stomach, and making a mess there with its pre-sexual oozing.
"Oh! Sorry, sure, sure!" He rose and stood up. Guy still had an erection. So did I. Having a wet dream and then a naked guy on top of you doesn't tend to make it go down, you know. He stood before me, his cock with a clear teardrop of precome oozing down to reach on a slimy rope toward the floor. "Uh, Mr. Weston?"
"Yes, Brent?" I said up on the couch.
"I explained why I'm naked right now." he said. "But why are you naked, in the middle of the afternoon and all?"
I smiled. "I'm a closet nudist. I don't parade around outdoors or go to nudist camps, but at home and by myself, I like to be comfortable."
"But don't you have places to be? I mean, it's the middle of summer, I know, but...."
"No, I'm as free until school starts again same as any high school student."
He smiled. "Me, too, until I go to college this fall."
"Nothing to do all summer long but get into trouble with girls you hardly know."
"Yeah." He said. "And with school over and me moving away to college, I'm willing to take a few chances."
"I get the same feeling every summer." I agreed.
He was right in front of me, still hard, and that drip of precome had dropped to my carpet. The cock still glowed at the tip from the remnant of that drip, like a pearl on purple velvet. It was so easy for me to reach out and grasp that cock in one hand, firmly and reach my face toward it.
Brent didn't say a word, he just leaned in to meet my reaching lips halfway and that firm teenaged pud slid into my mouth like it belonged there. His hand, too, caught the back of my head and held it in place as his muscular hips thrust his prod in and out of my mouth.
"Hah, ah, ah, hah!" he moaned as he moved his body with increasing force and urgency. "Oh, yeah, God, yeah!"
I could feel how turned on he was and so after a bit of this, I pulled my head away from his cock with more force than I expected; he didn't want to let me go. "Slow down." I told him. "We got plenty of time."
"Shit, I can't believe it!" he moaned. "I'm getting sucked off by my teacher!"
"Former teacher." I reminded him. "You stopped being any responsibility of mine last month, remember?"
"Yeah, but still...shit! This is so fucking hot!"
"Now get back on the couch so I can suck you better." I said. He complied and I lay down with my feet toward his head. An obvious hint, a hard dick in your face while you're being sucked is as good as saying, hey, turnabout is fair play!
He hesitated, I was about to start slapping his face with my pud to remind him it was there when his hand caught my prod and I felt his tongue lapping at the head tentatively. I lifted my mouth off his prick long enough to say, "Hey, it's not radioactive."
"You won't tell anyone?" He asked me.
"Like who?" I wanted to know.
His answer (and a damned fine one it was) was to begin to suck my dong in earnest and I hastily returned to his with revitalized enthusiasm. Nothing like having a young pair of lips on your prong to energize your own interest in sucking dick!
His hips began to buck at me again, but in this position that was less than charming. He was such an athletic stud and his inexperience was making his thrusts at me too rough and ill-aimed.
It was making him go down, too. "Sorry," he said as his prick wilted into ineffectualness. "I guess I need a rest."
"What you need is a way to use that energy of yours for good and not evil." I countered.
"Huh?"
"What say we lube that monster up and use it to fuck my butt?" I offered.
"Sure!" Brent's face broke into a wide grin. "What have you got?"
"I keep some stroking lotion in that side table." I pointed.
"Man, you got everything!" Brent marveled as he got up and fetched the bottle. There was only half a bottle and it only a two-ounce sample bottle, he squirted the entirety of it into his palm and slathered it over his prong. The chance to fuck his teacher's ass had him back at full mast, like I figured it would. I just scooted over and onto my back on the couch and lifted both legs up high as I could. I figured he'd take care of the rest of it.
He did, in spades. I was glad he'd used the entire bottle, because there wasn't an ounce of grace or expertise in his driving his pud into me, he made up for it with enthusiasm and raw strength, a hard pud touched my ass and the moment he felt he'd found ground-zero, Brent grunted and shoved in at me, hard.
"AH-AH-HAH, AH-HUH!" I yelped as that hard young pud tore into me.
"Ah, damn, yeah!" Brent groaned as he slid the shaft in me to the hilt. Shit, this guy must be a virgin, or close to it as doesn't matter. You don't expect an eighteen-year-old to be a sex master, but ye gods, the sheer power of it!
I had a muscled teenaged horndog on top of me and I was getting butt-fucked with all the energy he'd used in sacking the quarterback as part of the school football team's defensive line. I could have let myself feel totally raped here, but instead, I looked into that puppy-dog-eager face of his and decided to just hang on and try to enjoy the ride. There are people who looked forward to roller-coaster rides, after all, the trick was to throw yourself into the experience and let yourself go.
"Yeah, come on, Brent, give it to me, fuck me hard! Earn yourself an "A" in fucking, get some extracurricular credit!" I urged him. Hell, he'd graduated but what did I have to lose with that? Once a kid's teacher, always his teacher.
Brent got into it. "Yeah, yeah, give me that "A," teacher, I'll show you a fucking good time!" He panted. "Ah, yeah, ah, yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" He murmured.
The force of his thrusts were making my teeth rattle. I hung onto his body with both legs and both arms, and that helped, some, but I was still being length-rammed, he was pulling most of the way out and driving it back into the hilt, and doing it faster than anyone I'd been fucked by before.
"Ah, ah, Brent, God, slow down, you're fucking me raw!" I moaned. "My ass, my poor ass!"
Brent was too worked up by now to listen, he was flushing, his face turning slowly from a light brown to pink to rose to a near-purple. I began to wonder if he was going to have a heart attack on me!
But it was a far less drastic source of his exertions than a failing heart, he panted hard, his thrusts went into rapid-shallow-rabbit-mode and then he drove his dong in to the base and keened a single note, "Eeeeeeeee!" and his cock blasted into my ass.
The feel of that hot teenaged jizz spraying in my butt was like liquid lightning, I felt it boiling inside me and then my own climax struck me and I joined my former student in ejaculation, my own load spurting on his athletic young stomach and Brent gasped as it struck him, then he looked right into my eyes and smiled.
"Ah, ah, ah, damn, yeah, ah!" I gloried in small syllables of joy as my spurts diminished and Brent finished, fell onto my body heavily and his sweat was everywhere on his body, it smeared onto me, his breath was a hot heavy sound in my right ear, his lips tiredly kissed my ear and the nape of my neck as he stirred feebly, then regained his strength and rose again.
"Ah, damn, that was so hot!" He said as he pulled his prong out of me, with some difficulty, for my poor ravaged ass didn't seem to want to let go.
"It certainly was."
"I wish I'd known I could have done this before." He went on. "I could have been fucking your butt since eighth grade."
"I would have turned you down." I said. "You're a good fuck, but not good enough to lose my job and my pension."
He seemed to think over whether or not to get mad and decided not to. "Well, it was still damned good." He went on. "Damned good."
"It sure was." I agreed. "Maybe we can get together again over the summer."
"Yeah." Brent agreed. "But I still got to wait until Dan comes back. Got any beer?"
"I got Cokes." I agreed. "No beer. You're still under twenty-one."
"Hey!"
"What kind of teacher would I be if I broke the law?" I pointed out.
"Okay. A Coke." he grumped.
We talked until his friend came back and he wore my bathrobe outside. I donned my shorts and went out with him and took my bathrobe back.
I figured it on a wild afternoon lark by a kid just out of school and ready to experiment. But the next day, there was a knock at my door and when I opened it, Brent was there. With a couple of his friends. "Hey, Mr. Weston." Brent said.
"Hello, Brent. Dan. John." I said.
"We came to visit. Can we come in?"
"Sure." I said. I was only wearing my bathrobe, and when we got back to the living room, I felt hands grab the back of the robe and yank it from my nude body.
"Brent?" I turned around.
"I told my buddies about what happened, and they figured they'd like to try it out. We're all going to be off to college next fall, anyhow. Meanwhile, we got this summer here and..."
"And figured you could stand to have something to do all summer long." I said.
"What do you say?" Brent cocked an eyebrow at me like it wasn't going to matter a lot what I said. And three young studs, all good-looking, muscled and rubbing their crotches and what looked to be substantial man-sausages.
I smirked. "I'd say that my summer just got booked solid."
THE END
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