This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely coincidental and highly unlikely. And as is protocol, this is material intended for those 18 and over. But we all know you can't really prevent those who want stuff like this from obtaining it. Nonetheless, that was the disclaimer.
"Schoolhouse Rocks, South American Style"
by Andrew Renz (PlowboyOH@aol.com), copyright1997
I had no clue what I was doing. One of the teachers at the language school where I taught fluency had to take an extended leave of absence, so the owner asked me I could sub until a replacement could be found. I would've led the class myself, but the students had a limited command of English grammar and my Spanish sucked. It was in everyone's best interest that I didn't assume possession of the class or we would've spent the whole hour everyday flippin' through a bilingual dictionary. There was a class in an hour and the options were few. Getting to know one another in a group discussion to work on their language skills would be class numero uno.
It was hot, you can't imagine how hot, even though it was almost nine at night. My body was already damp. The yankee didn't adapt to his climate very well. I tried to fit in with the other Montevideans without attracting much attention, but it didn't work. I was blond, even with a tan whiter than most everyone, and I was always wet with perspiration. The people there, they were darker than me, almost all had dark brown hair, were undaunted by the temperature, and the guys -- the guys had naturally buffed bodies from hell. I've never seen asses and thighs like theirs before or since. Our apartment was near the soccer stadium and the teams were always outside doing leg stretches in the median of the roadway. Curly black hair worked its way up most of those broad, powerful legs, disappearing into the leg openings. Man, we lived in a great location.
I opened a window to let the hot air circulate. My Uruguayan boyfriend didn't tell me they didn't have A/C in many places before I had already agreed to come live with him. Although not having air in our apartment made for some really great, hot, physical, sweaty sex, I wasn't planning on having sex in the classroom so I didn't want it hot.
Ana and her sister, Marta, entered the classroom first. We exchanged introductions and I told them why I was there.
"Man, you know who Glenn Close is, cuz you look just like her,' I asked Ana.
"People, they say that often," she sighed. Marta laughed. The look-a-like jabbed her sister and apparently threatened her in Spanish, cuz she quit laughing.
Marta looked at me and smiled, then bashfully turned away.
'Oh no, she thinks I'm cute,' I thought, which was okay that she did. I guess my blond hair made me a bit of a novelty, and people are always intrigued by what they don't see often, I guess.
"So how many people are in this class?," I asked.
"Just my sister and me, and on some days Santiago. He comes when he feel like it."
We started without him, unsure if he'd come or not.
Minutes into the class the door opened. In the doorway stood Santiago, all 5'10, 165 lbs/80 kgs of solid, young man.
He stared at me, a look of surprise on his face, like he was in the wrong place. I was staring back at him, a wry smile on my lips.
"You must be Santiago. Hi, I'm Evan. Your regular instructor is ill."
"Heaven? What kind of name is that?"
"Evan. Evan, not heaven. Que stupido!, one of the girls said laughing.
Santiago looked at me and smirked. He had beautiful lips, very full. And that dark tanned skin. He slunk into his seat.
The class went well. All we did was talk about ourselves. Several times during the evening I caught Santiago checking me out. Fair's fair, I was doing the same to him. He sat in his chair with his meaty legs spread in front of him. More than once my eyes followed his legs up to the large mound in his jeans. I was more attracted to his body than his basket, but it was a nice bonus.
"You are married, no?," Santiago asked.
"No, I'm not."
"But you have a ring. You must be."
Marco, my boyfriend, and I had bought rings for one another. He didn't wear his in public. Smart move. I did. I figured I'm an American. I can do what I want with no pressures.
"Well, I'm not. It's just a ring," hoping that would be the end of the matter.
"You live alone here?," again Santiago.
I shifted the topic back to them. Soon class was over. Everyone was gone in the building so I had to unlock the door to let the students out. The girls walked out first, waving goodbye. Santiago lingered behind. When the other two were out of sight he nervously asked me if I'd like to get some 'cafe con leche', so we could talk some more.
I'm no dummy. "Bueno."
We walked to a nearby confiteria. He was nervous, which kinda surprised me. He was a slick, kinda rough-sex looking guy. He was two days away from his 18th birthday, he told me.
"Well, had I known I would've bought you a present."
"You can still get me something," he said with a little seriousness. He stared me right in the eyes.
"Like?"
"You like me? How I look?" He spoke the words very slowly.
I grinned, "mmhmmm."
"I been with guys before. Have you?"
"I have, yes."
"Would you like... ," he looked down, "with me?"
"You're not some psycho are you? You don't want to kill me?"
He laughed, quickly sobering. "No, I promise no to kill you. Do you want to?"
It was sure hot.
"Where do we go?"
"You have keys to the school, no? We will go there."
I thought about it for a minute. I looked at him. His stare was burning my flesh.
"Let's go," I said, convincing myself that this way okay. Sex in the school. Boyfriend waiting at home.
I locked the door behind us.
"Que guapo!," he said breathily. He walked up behind me as I was checking the door was locked.
"So you have done this before," I said as his hands ran up and over my ass. His hands rubbed me firmly. I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Yes, but with a teacher, no. You will teach me things, yes?," he whispered into my ear. Those thick lips grazed my skin.
I reached behind him and pulled him firmly against my back, rubbing my ass against his crotch. It was still big, even bigger.
I turned around and stared him in the eyes, then pushed him against the closest wall. His was just a bit taller than me. I was into it. I leaned into him.
Putting my hands on either side of his head I pulled his mouth to mine. His eyes closed. We kissed softly at first. He wriggled beneath me. Opening his mouth he took my lips inside, running his tongue over them. I parted my mouth and felt the warmth of him as he explored further and further.
He smelled fantastic; passion induced pheromones.
My hands felt his chest and stomach. They were solid. His tits were firm, my thumbs pressed into them. He sighed.
Raising his shirt I felt his hot, moist skin. He pulled away and removed his shirt quickly. My mouth went straight for his pecs.
He put his hand of the back of my head, running it over the stubble of my military cut. He had a beautiful chest.
"Que divino. Ay, a mi me gusta," he sighed. He liked it, he liked it alot.
"Put your arms over your head," I demanded. I secured them with my hands and dove into his armpits. He thrashed in ecstacy.
This was raw. This was taboo. This was so damn good.
Again, I kissed his mouth. I proceeded down his neck, between the crevice of his lighty-haired chest, following the trail down to where it disappeared into his pants.
I looked up. He was staring at me, biting his lip.
My mouth against the denim, I bit the outline of his cock. He sighed and rested his head against the wall.
"You like?," I said lustily.
"Si. Mucho!"
His cock was perpendicular to his legs, trapped. I rubbed the outline with my palm.
Snapping the button and unzipping the fly, I reached inside. It was mine for the taking. The musk and sweat were intoxicating.
"No underwear. Nice." I smiled at him approvingly.
It was thick. Maybe 6 inches long. Uncut.
Placing my hands on the small of his back, I slid my fingers into the waist of his black jeans, and slid them down over his thick legs. He now stood before me fully undressed. The sheen of perspiration glistened on his skin.
"Come over here," I said, pulling him toward a chair. "This will be better. Sit."
I knelt between his legs. I swirled my tongue around the skin covering the head. Pulling it all forward, I stuck my tongue into the opening and pushed back until I felt the head. Releasing the skin, slowly I lubricated the head so I could easily skin it back with less pain for him.
He moaned softly.
My pants were soaked with precum at his point. I stood up and tore off my Levi's to release myself.
He reached out and grabbed it as soon as it was free, pulling it forward, milking out more lube. I stood before him and closed my eyes. I heard the chair creak and felt his breath on my cock just briefly, before he put his mouth around it.
"Is big," he hushed.
He took me inside again. His mouth was so warm. His lips glided effortlessly back and forth over the shaft. I put my hands on his head and slowly rode his face.
I pressed my nuts against his mouth and he flicked his tongue across them very lightly. I shivered.
He got onto his knees and consumed me from below, taking my testicles into his mouth, sucking, then slowly releasing.
I leaned forward and his tongue headed toward my ass.
"Damn, papi. God, that feels good," I urged.
He forced his tongue between my ass and licked up and down the divide.
He was now behind me. I reached over and supported myself against the arms of the chair.
His tongue was soaking my ass. He poked again and again at the hole, each time getting his tongue a little further inside. I spread my legs wide so he could have full access.
"Eat my ass, Santiago."
Planting his hands on my waist, separating the flesh of my ass, he burrowed his tongue all the way into me, continuing to push when there was no way he could get any deeper.
"Comemelo! Comemelo! Mas adentro! " I seethed.
"Te gusta!? Huh? Te gusta?!"
Sweat was forming on my forehead.
"Yes, I love it. Aw, fuck," I moaned.
I needed to have a taste of him, so I stood up and sat him in the chair again. Putting my hands under his knees I hoisted those muscular legs in the air, exposing his ass to me. He grabbed hold of legs and pulled them back further still. I was free to go at him now.
I drove my tongue in and out of his ass, each time harder and harder. There was little hair and my tongue slid cleanly in and out. I had him writhing. We were both sweating, our bodies rubbing against one another.
My dick was aching from being so hard.
"Follame! Ahora mismo! Put it inside."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, fuck me. Please."
"But I don't have any..."
"FUCK ME, gringo!
He had a look of incredible desire on his face.
"NOW! Fuck my ass, hard."
My tongue swabbed his ass again. I shoved it deep inside and let the spit penetrate his cavity. I milked my cock and smeared the abundant precum onto his hole.
His legs on either side of my head, I placed my shaft against him, rubbing the perimeter. Locating the center, I pressed into him.
"Ayyy," he gasped.
I pulled out the little bit that was in and slowly thrust again. I disappeared inside his hot ass.
"Mas."
Taking his legs into my hands, I spread his legs wide and sunk my dick into his brown ass. I did not stop this time, not until my pelvis was against his flesh.
He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me forcefully into him. I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, as I began to pump.
Our sweat mingled. He tasted of salt.
A smile of satisfaction spread over his face.
I began to fuck him harder and harder, our skin slapping together.
He grunted with my every movement.
Our breathing grew heavy.
"Spit in my mouth," he said.
I was surprised, "What?"
"Spit in my mouth! I want you to."
I placed my face over his mouth. He opened wide and I spat. This really turned me on, watching him swallow my saliva. I pounded him harder.
My dick was swelling. We were at a feverish pitch.
I raised his legs higher and roughly stabbed inside him.
His ass contracted around my cock. I was ready to blow.
"I want that you come on me," he begged.
"I'm... I'm... I'm....," my breathing grew shallow and rapid.
He grabbed his engorged cock and started jacking off.
"I'm gonna... gonna cum," I whispered.
He pounded his dick faster.
I withdrew my dick and stroked it twice before the cum shot out. It was like water, soaking his head and chest. The blasts trailed juice all over his face.
"Me vengo! Me vengo! Nnggggghhh." His cock spewed cum into the air.
I placed my face over the eruption, feeling the warmth of his cum moisten my skin.
It took us several minutes to compose ourselves.
We looked at each other and laughed.
"A mess. I am wet, " said Santiago. "So did you like?"
"Yeah, yeah, I liked that a lot, " I said contentedly.
"Yo tambien. Me too." He smiled. "So you are to teach me more, okay?"
"Yeah, mas. Mucho mas," I grinned. "Now, let's clean up so we can go home."
EL FIN