We pulled in at Stratford tube station. Keith needed a quick pee. No sooner had he run in, than a Stansted aiport bus stopped behind the car and waited for me to move it. Not having a license, and even if I did Keith would never let me drive his precious old SAAB, I had to sit tight and wait for him to come back while the anger of a bus-full of passengers started steaming up the windows. The driver sounded his horn a few times and then a few more times, but in a rather resigned way suggesting that this was part and parcel of his daily life. And it was. Things got steamier still when the suitcase and backpack brigade waiting at the bus-stop started glaring at me over their newspapers. They had planes to catch. I was getting hot under the collar myself.
It wasn't long before a young black guy wearing a canary yellow reflective vest tapped on my window. I wound it down and he asked me when I thought I might move the car. I explained that I can't drive and he said he'd have to move the car himself. Keith's wrath versus that of two sets of passengers was not difficult to weigh up. I nodded, he got in and turned the key. We roared from the set-down-only area and round the back to a shabby parking lot, rather a long way from the bus stop. I took out my phone to let Keith know where I was but the driver wrapped his fingers around mine which in turn enveloped the phone. He didn't confiscate it. Saying nothing, he squeezed my hand then pressed a little so that it was resting at the top of my thigh. My heart raced. I waited.
His fingers started to move almost imperceptably and my heart started to beat nevous with fear and with nervous with anticipation. Without moving my head, my eyes strained right and I saw him sliding his lips against each other. He was staring at our entwined fingers. He started moving his a little more while mine remained frozen, gripping the phone. He gently pushed my hand further into my crotch which was gradually engorging. With his hand around mine still wrapped around the phone parallel to my thick erection, the phone started to vibrate and ring. Ketih had certainly taken his time. The boy's grip became very firm and the combination of his warm strength and the vibrations titilating my cock caused me to ejaculate. With my other hand I snatched the phone at the last ring before it went to voicemail and told Keith that I was coming. I'll explain when I get back. The boy took the phone and used the light from the screen to see the damp patch spreading through the top of my shorts. For the first time, he smiled -- just a little. And leaned into me for a kiss. He grasped my other hand, the one now holding the phone, and rubbed it into his long and thin erection. Moving it slowly up and down. Was he hoping it'd ring? He was an expert kisser - my heart and eyes and mouth were smiling. He started to lick the top of my neck, then my adam's apple and by nudging my head forward, swathed my nape in long strokes with his muscular tongue. His free hand pressed into my wet patch. What a beautiful young man. While my phone and I continued to gently massage his hitherto dry patch, he unbuttoned my shorts and leaned down and started scooping up my fluids with his tongue. He carried them up to my mouth and we kissed my semen. He withdrew his face from mine and looked into my eyes. We both smiled tenderly and the phone rang. He came without the slightest twitch. The semen oozed out of his cock as if a tap had been turned on just a little. He pressed my head into his crotch. I scooped up his fluids and carried them up to his mouth. We kissed his semen and the phone stopped ringing. I love you, he said in his East London drawl. I've loved you since the first history lesson you gave us. And you don't even recognise me. I am juss a piece of local trash. But I know what love is and it hurts, he said cockily.
He was right, I didn't recogn ise him and couldn't even place him. Just one of hundreds of no-hopers that pass through my hands a few periods a week for however many decades I end up staying in this profession. He was also right that love hurt. You don't have to be very old to discover that but such knowledge comes at different times for different people. The love I felt for Keith when we started hurt the most wonderful hurt I've ever known. Now after all these years we are two halves of one. I have never betrayed him, never even thought to.
The boy said he'd drive me back and as we approached, I saw Keith through the glass walls of Stratfrod Station giving his business card to someone. The man wrote something on the card -- Keith's private number most likely. As we got closer, I recognised the man as the headmaster of the school I currently teach at. The boy stopped where we started, got out and left. Keith came over to the car gesturing querelousness and got into the car. He started saying something but I was concentrating on the boy who picked up speed as he ran to greet the headmaster. Another aiport bus pulled in behind us and starting honking its flatlulent horn.
Keith made up some bullshit about how he and the headmaster got chatting. We both know he enjoys his little lies, never wanting his halo to slip. I love him for it, I guess. Then I told him everything that had happened in the last half hour. Blow by blow. I know that this was new for him. Keith dropped me at the corner of Victoria Park as usual and drove home as usual. Not long after I started my jog around the park, the phone rang, but it was a different ringtone from mine. The boy told me that we must have somehow swapped phones and was pleased that he only had to remember his own number. I told him where I was and he came straight to the park. I was very happy to see him -- everything had started and finished so quickly that we hadn't exchanged names or numbers or made a plan. Nothing. And the chance of another chance encounter was next to zilch. I was in love again. A different type of love from that I have for Keith. I didn't know that there was more than one type of love, romantic-sexual love at least. The love one feels for parents and siblings comes first and is not unlike the love I have grown into with Keith. The love for this boy is not even the same as what I felt for Keith when were in our first wild throes.
Hi Derek, I said proud of having dug him out of my thoroughly scoured subconscious in the last hour. He assumed I'd found his name on the phone somehow. I suppose I could have, but that's not how it happened. We were standing in the park looking deeply at each other. Without anything to say, I handed him his phone and he handed me mine. He interrupred the transaction by rubbing them together. And I burst out laughing. Laughter that came from my whole heart and mind and body. He withdrew his hand and put my phone back in his pocket. He started to walk away and when I just stood there stunned in inaction, he looked over his shoulder and winked. I knew to follow him. I caught up with him and we walked in silence down to the little lake. He took out a dinghy hidden in the reeds and rowed me across to the smaller of the two islands more or less in the middle of the lake. It was less manicured than the larger island, kind of bushy and unkempt, like Derek I guess. There was a large tree which he tied the dinghy to. He took my hand and dragged me into the bushes and on the other side of the tree, there was a trapdoor which he pulled up and we climbed down some old metal steps, holding the railings tight, into a council worker's storeroom or electricity station or nuclear bunker perhaps. He pointed the light on my phone into my face, reached out and stroked my cheeks, ran his hand through my hair, lightly pinched my prominent nose then chin and adams apple. He put the phone back in his pocket and took one small step which closed the gap between us. I threw my mouth at his for the most passionate kiss of my life. And his, I bet.
We tore our clothes off and ate each other from head to toe. He stood on the third step so I could go down on him without going down on my knees. He pumped my face. As I licked under his scrotum, he lifted himself up and he hooked his ankles around the railings. I climbed under him and sucked his scrotum into my mouth, chewed on his taint and bit his buttocks. He purposely raised and lowered his arse onto my face and allowed my nose to rub inbetween them. I grabbed them, separated them and tongued his sphincter. He screamed and screamed and cried for me to stop. He was too close. He clambered down the railings and slid his back down my front and impaled himself on my upstanding cock. He pistoned up and down, clenching and releasing, moaning and grunting, sweating and panting. He was completely under the spell of his youthful stamina and virginal passion. There was no end in sight. Wild sex had never been a part of my life and here was my ex-student turning my life around. Was I in love? I filled him with my cum, wave after wave I screamed unloading into him. Hopes for a moment's respite were immediately dashed when turned his head and started biting my ear as I nuzzled into him. His hands came off the railings and his full weight rested on me and my full erection pressed still further into him. For the first time in my life I could feel my cum inside someone. I squirmed a little as my back was now killing me on the cold rough metal stairs. Sensing this we slowly stood -- he wrapped his long thin arms around me and held his hands together behind my back so that I would stay inside him. When we were both upright I gently bit his nape a thousand times and I grabbed his long thin cock with one hand and stretched his scrotum downwards with the other. At that moment a rat ran across my feet and I sucked in a huge mouthful of air. It forced me to fuck into him again and I stretch his hairless ball sack even tighter. He screamed, grabbed my hands and cupped them in front of his pulsing cock. I caught the semen that dribbled copiously out. He felt me starting to cum and pushed me away and out of his arse. He cupped his hands in front of my cock. His hands were as full as mine. When our breathing approached normality he turned right around to face me, and then playfully smacked my cum all over my chest. The sound was fantastic. I could only return the gesture. Our cocks deflated somewhat. We finger-painted each other's juices into each other's chests. He worked a lot into my nipples and I followed suit. He creened his neck in to kiss me and kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. And then we licked down the sides of each other's necks, down to our chests and licked our cum off each other's chests. The sensational sensation on the nipples hardened us both very quickly. He pushed me back onto the steps and he once again climbed onto the railings so that we could 69 each other. The shape of his cock allowed it to slide in a great way down the back of my throat. The taste of his own innards coating my cock pleased him greatly. He lowered himself down so that his long tongue could wend its way to the base of my cock. I raised my hips as much as possible and his tongue almost reached my sphincter. He monkeyed a little further down the hand rail so as to reach this prized target, but slipped. He crushed me painfully against the sharp-edged metal stairs under his full bodyweight. I tried to laugh so he wouldn't feel bad, but I was in great pain. I'd hit my head in the secondary jolt and my eyes were spinning.
He knelt up squashing my ribcage briefly. He was very agile but it hurt like fuck. He leant down to kiss me better -- all over my aching body -- but I couldn't move let alone get up. Give me a moment, I pleaded. He looked down and saw that I was starting to shiver. He rolled up his T-shirt and put it behind my head. I raised my arms so that he might lift me up, but when he tried to do that, I was in too much pain. Where are we, I asked him. This really frightened him. He slipped my jogging shorts over my legs, and I managed to raise my bum enough for him to slide them on fully. I raised my arms and he put my T-shirt on me. I was really shivering now, perhaps in shock. Derek, kiss me. He leaned his face into mine and our lips pressed together though our tongues remained motionless. I wondered if this was a farewell kiss. We held our mouths like this long enough for his energy to recharge me. I squirmed a little. He took my hands and slowly lifted me to my feet. I felt very weak and very sore. When he let me go to put his own clothes on, I flopped back onto the steps, landing on my bum and scraping my back on the next step. He smiled a you're-hopeless-you-are smile and I hung my head in embarrassment.
Out of the bunker we lay down on the tall grasses squashing them under out weight into our open-air marriage bed. I lay on my back hoping some solar energy would recharge me. He lay on his side, his right arm propping up his head: I love you and we are going to be together until you die. And then I will kill myself and we'll be together again. He said this almost menacingly. It made me nervous. I already have a husband and now I have a child. A beautiful skinny passionate loving child. And black -- how will I ever explain this to my parents and in-laws? Fuck them.
I looked at the plain blue sky through the leaves and branches of the trees, listened to the birds squawking and the kids on the mainland screaming and shouting and running in their care-free innocence, and smelled our sex on Derek's hand which he was massaging my face with. We stayed like this for quite a while. We were interrupted by Keith ringing me in Derek's pocket. I told him that I'd had a little accident and asked him to pick us up on the corner of the Park. Derek rowed us back over and helped me hobble across to meet Keith. The old SAAB duly arrived and Derek helped me into the front passenger seat. He got in the back and we drove home as I explained in intimate detail the events that led up to my sorry state. Keith felt he'd almost been there himself. They helped me up the stairs and into the spare room where I was left to convalesce. Derek massaged some creams into my grazes and bruises. Keith got on with cooking dinner but the unfamiliar banging and clanging from the kitchen told me that he was desparately on edge. His cooking was usually as calm as an 18th century pastoral scene. How can I be in love two such different people in two such different ways and feel certain that the world is perfect? With each sudden noise from the kitchen the serenity of Derek's gentle massaging gave me a start. Eventually he went into the kitchen and helped Keith by setting the table with item after item that Keith monosyllablically identified as he pointed to it or the cupboard where it was.
When instructed to, Derek brought me out to the table which was set majestically. This was not your average Wednesday evening meal at our house. Keith winked at me conspiratorially. At least that's how I read it. Instead of the TV blaring out canned comedy and cunning commercials, Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony filled the room. The candle flames wobbled slightly in the breezes that wafted through the open windows. And over dinner, Keith asked me for more detailed descriptions of our fucking. Derek's flaccid cock and growing cock and rigid cock and hairless balls and taint and bum and sphincter and ribs and chest and tits and underarms and lips and teeth and tongue and nose and hair and ears and adams apple and nape and his cum were as delicious and delightful as this candlelit summer meal. I had unwittingly managed to flatter them both. They loved me as I did them.
Keith looked at his watch and announced that the pub quiz was starting in 20 mins. He left for the Royal Inn with instructions for us to be kind to each other. Derek undressed me and sat me in the armchair facing our open kitchen so that we could watch each other while he cleared the table and washed up. It was both funny and sweet watching a skinny black kid working away buck naked like that. I sat there fondling my dick and watched the live show. When he finished he knelt between my legs and sucked me to sleep. When I woke up, Keith was lying naked on the floor in front of me and Derek was kneeling over him looking at me with Keith's rather large cock impaling him. I had a bit of a stretch and enjoyed the show for a moment. When Derek saw that I had woken up, he extended his arms, took my hands and pulled me towards them. I kneeled over Keith's face, spread my buttocks and he immediately began jabbing my sphincter with his tonge. I leaned forward and kissed Derek.
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