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"TAYLOR'S MOMENT"; Chapter 1
By: Foster
Taylor
I was fortunate to develop into a nice looking guy early on. Early on, I also realized that I felt more attracted to guys, but, I kept this to myself as I wanted to continue to play on the sports teams. While shy, I still knew that I compared well to my friends. I played sports, so, from the time I was 14, I developed my body to the best of my ability. Being in the locker room allowed me to secretly compare my body with those of my friends.
My skin taut and tan, my muscles feel all ripples just below my smooth skin; I have always loved to feel them when I rub my abs. With dark curly hair and blue eyes {a gift from my mother}, I also had dark hair on my legs, and a very light dusting of hair marking the "goodie trail" down my abs into my pants. After working out for several years and having just turned 18, my body was filling out even more. I noticed my pecs were now jutting out firmly and I enjoyed the looks I got in the hallway, now that I was getting well past the awkward stage.
My story begins in my senior year of high school. School was about to be out in a couple of months and I was actually feeling a bit down. Why? Since I had good grades, I would pass senior level Biology II, graduate, and would not have Mr. Denton as a teacher next year. Normally, I guess that this would not be a problem, except for the fact that I was gay and I really had the hots for Mr. Denton.
When I first met Mr. Denton in the hallway my freshman year, I really did not think of him in a sexual way. He was a little overweight, but, in the course of the ensuing one to two years, he began to drastically improve his body, joining a gym, lifting weights and sculpting himself into the stud of my desires. Then, this year, I just about jumped for joy when I read my schedule and realized I would have him that year for science. I studied him so closely in class that I had memorized his body... at least what I could discern of it. Mr. Denton was about 6' tall, 200lbs of firm muscle. He appeared to be smooth chested and occasionally, his hard, erect nipples would press firmly against the tight material of his shirts. That combined with the occasional hint of a bulge in his pants always got my imagination going, causing me to have to shift in my desk to get comfortable. Several times, I found myself having to ask Mr. Denton for the pass to the restroom so that I could quickly beat off, relieve my aching cock, then return to class. It was on one of these occasions that everything began to change.
It was the end of March that year and the sun was warming the daytime temps into the low 70's for the first time in weeks. That particular Friday, I had an early errand to run, so I drove out early. As I rounded the corner two blocks from my house, I saw a sight which almost made me crash my car. At first, I admired the man from the back. As he bent over the trunk of his car, a tight firm ass filling out a worn pair of jeans made my mouth dry. His shirtless taper making a graceful V-line into his pants, I was fascinated with the movement of his back muscles. I slowed a little to enjoy the view when suddenly, the man with the briefcase turned facing the street; it was Mr. Denton. I felt my cock harden immediately.
I quickly slipped my hand into my khakis, pulled my cock upward to my waist and gave my stomach a quick caress. Its spongy hardness felt hot in the cool of my hand. I grazed my thumb around the head of my cock as I watched Mr. Denton. The muscles in his arm flexed as he closed the lid of his trunk. A shiver went through me as I watched Mr. Denton reach up and rub a pec, totally unaware that he was being watched. His nipples were two firm peaks which were about the size, I guessed of a nickel. His chest, as it turned out, was smooth and almost hairless with two slabs of hard pectoral muscles which flared out broadly, making his chest look like something from one of my hottest teen fantasies. In that instant, I wanted to graze my palm over his nipples as I reached beneath my shirt to rub my own. I pinched my right nipple with my left hand, feeling the light dusting of hair on my abs graze the skin of my arm. The pinch sent a shiver through to my crotch. Then, all too quickly, I passed by his yard just as he turned to grab a maroon polo shirt he had apparently carried out with his stuff and pulled it on over his head. I watched this man in the mirror as long as I could, wishing I was that shirt. The last thing I saw was his smooth abs disappear beneath the cloth of the shirt, which now draped snugly, but beautifully from the front of his pecs, leaving a loose envelope rippling in the morning breeze beneath the broad chest.
Horny beyond belief, and frustrated that I did not see more, I pushed my hard cock back down into my pants, finished the errand and then headed to school. I got there in time to make the first block class, but, had no extra time to go jerk off in the bathroom first. So, I intended to just hold on and wait till later on in the period to go.
On Friday's, the teachers could wear jeans; Mr. Denton being no exception wore his as well. Now knowing what was beneath the tight material of his knit shirt, I was about to burst a seam in my zipper. Since class had just started, I knew I could not ask to leave class to take care of my problem... the hard-on that was obscenely tenting my tan khakis. The loose worn elastic of my boxer briefs was little restraint on the hard teen cock pressing beneath. I also felt flushed and hot, so I undid one of the top buttons of my shirt and leaned back slightly in my desk. Self-conciously, I realized that my own nipples were hard and pressing against the cotton fabric of my button-down shirt; they brushed defiantly against the inside of my arm as I lowered my arm from loosening my shirt. I deftly lowered my hand to my crotch and tried to shift my now rock-hard cock in my pants. Then, I pressed my legs out a bit straighter trying to make for room for my hardening meat.
After sending another little shiver through my body, it finally helped a little.... that was until Mr. Denton came to the front of the class to give the day's lecture. I helplessly stared at his jeans. There, in the front of his jeans, was a faded section on the fly which nicely outlined Mr. Denton's cock that was firmly imprinted in the soft material. Sitting in the second seat from the front, I realized that they smelled faintly of original scent Downy and his masculine cologne, the combination of fragrances gently sending my brain into overdrive. I envisioned dropping to my knees and pressing my mouth to the soft, worn material of his crotch. I could feel the blood pounding in my head and in the head of my cock, which was now pushing so hard against my boxer briefs that my cock worked its way through the fly of the briefs. Then I imagined his hand on my cock through the fabric. I could feel the texture of my pants against the skin of my cock. The corona of my circumcised cock was clearly visible through the fabric and when I reached down to try discreetly adjust myself again, I realised that the fabric had a small, damp spot of pre-cum on the leg of my pants. Just as I made this horrifying discovery, I was shaken from my horny reverie by the sound of my name being spoken by none other than Mr. Denton requesting the answer to a question. After a brief stumble, I quickly answered his question as he serenely gazed down at my disheveled horniness. Mr. Denton then passed out a quiz for the class to complete.
While I was grateful that he did not deliberately embarrass me, I knew that he could not have missed my current state. The mild discomfort of discovery did not do anything to soften my cock's firm resolve to get attention. Then it happened.... while the rest of the class was looking at there papers, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Denton reach down and begin adjusting what appeared to be a growing erection in his jeans. I looked up just in time to see him look up from staring at the front of my tented pants. In that moment our eyes met. He flashed me a quick, yet friendly grin, finished discreetly adjusting his now noticeable bulge, then walked to his desk in the corner of the room.
He was looking at me! He had actually been eyeing my crotch... this man of my fantasies. I slowly reached down to adjust myself, feeling my now throbbing cock pulse with each touch. Finally, I decided on a plan of action. I would go to the restroom and beat off to settle down. I got up from my chair and walked back to Mr. Denton's desk. The class was now quiet with the exception of the scratch of pencils. Slowly I stood up and made my way to the back of the classroom where Mr. Denton's desk was situated. As I got to the side of his desk, Mr. Denton set a soft drink he was working on on the corner of the desk and asked, "Yes Taylor, what do you need?"
Grinning a little I said, "A pass to the restroom..."
Mr. Denton grinned, arched his brow slightly and then, dropping his eyes down my front as he turned to get the form, he said, "I see.... No problem."
As Mr. Denton wrote out the pass, I watched the muscles in his forearms in a sort of reverie. Finishing the pass, he swiveled in his chair to hand me the pass as I reached to get it from him. In my haste, I accidentally struck his drink causing him to reach for it. In that moment, his elbow accidentally grazed my tented crotch as I quickly leaned forward to grab the drink. In that instant, I thought I would die;it was like a lightning bolt.
His touch, though unintentional sent a surge through my cock and I felt a throb of precum added to the sticky patch now in my shorts.
Quickly, Mr. Denton said, "Oh...sorry 'bout that...." and smiled.
Stumbling both in speech and gait, I responded, "No, I'm sorry.... I did not mean to spill your drink. As I looked down, I saw the spot on his jeans, the cola now soaking in to the material of his polo shirt and the crotch and leg of his jeans. As I numbly stared at his crotch, he then jolted me from my stare saying, "Well, I guess I'll have to go clean up now..." I headed out the door and to the bathroom as I heard Mr. Denton pick up his intercom phone and call the office saying, "Mrs. Hall, could you come watch my class for a moment?"
I quickly reached the bathroom and stepped inside. It was a rarity in a school of this size; we were in a separate smaller building on the quad near the gym. The bathroom was small... two stalls and a sink which were in a line along the same wall... and a locking door. The room smelled strongly of cum and sweat and I stepped into the stall at the far end next to the wall. I quickly scanned the familiar notes on the walls of the stall left by guys looking for a "hot time" wishing I were brave enough to leave my number. Unfortunately, I was afraid of being outed, so I had never tried anything with another person. I pulled out my now rock-hard cock and decided to get some relief. I pushed my pants to the floor spread my legs and began circling the head of my stiff cock with my thumb and forefinger. Surges of pleasure coursed from my cock to my brain and I almost groaned aloud with pleasure. I soon realized that I wanted and needed a full-fledged jerk session. Mr. Denton's being out of the classroom would allow me the extra time to enjoy myself more thoroughly. Nimbly, I unfastened the buttons of my shirt, feeling the edges of the sides of the shirt as they grazed my nipples and abs as I pulled the buttons open and aside. Keeping one hand on my cock, I reached up and began to gently circle my nipple with my finger. It felt good. Looking up, I saw the hook on the back of the door, so, I stood, removed my shirt completely, and hung it on the back of the door. This also worked well in covering the crack in between the door and the door frame so that I felt secure in that I would have privacy if someone walked in. Stretching upward, I glanced down at my cock, now in it's fully engorged 6-1/2 inches. Circumcised, the head flares outward like a mushroom and with almost glowed a deep crimson as it throbbed with each pulse of my heart. Running my hands across my now bare chest and down my abdomen I eased myself onto the commode seat and spread my knees apart as I stretched my pants wider at my ankles. Leaning back, I felt the cool tile against my hot skin as I allowed my mind to wander to lusty thoughts.
Suddenly, the door popped open, closed, and then I heard the lock turn. I thought it odd, but I remained quiet. I knew that no one could see my feet, so I just continued to slowly and quietly stroke my meat, which had lost none of its stiffness. In a moment I heard the rustling of clothes as the sink was turned on. It was quiet as the water ran. Then, the water shut off and I heard the rustle of towels. Footsteps came toward the stalls. Instinctively, I stopped jacking and closed my knees; it was too late if whoever this was found me shirtless. My heart pounded in my ears as the handle was pulled on my stall, but the latch held. So, they went into the stall next door. The light directly overhead cast shadows, so I saw the shadow of his arm reach across and hang something on the door after closing and latching it. I relaxed a little and opened my knees up again so that I could access my cock. In the stall next door, I heard the belt buckle unfasten and strike the floor as he pushed his pants down. As I glanced at the wall between us, I noticed a pinhole where a paper dispenser had been removed and my curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I leaned over and peeked through the hole. I could not see much, but what I did see made me almost shoot my load. Two muscular thighs moved gently as an obviously hard cock was standing up between them. Almost the same size as mine, it was cut; its plum-shaped head already had a sheen of precum glistening at the tip. cautiously, I opened my legs a bit farther and started jacking with more force. This other guy must have heard my cock slapping as he stopped jacking and leaned over. I was afraid he would see me, so, I quickly sat up. Then, my horniness began to get the better of me and I knew I had to get relief soon. Quietly, I pulled my left leg out of my pants. It felt good to spread my legs, and I moved my left leg closer to the partition. Almost as if on cue, the other guy moved his leg toward the partition and tapped his foot. I had never seen this before, but I was a quick study and tapped mine. This happened a couple more times until our feet were only a short distance apart. To break the tension in my muscles, I stretched out spread eagle and beat my meat some more.
To my shock, the guy next door motioned with his hand beneath the partition. As I looked at the hand, I was stunned to see the hand disappear as he knelt down on the floor. His hard cock was beautiful with a nice pair of shaved balls beneath. This monument to manhood stood proudly between two muscular thighs which beautifully flexed as he knelt down. He reached out with his hand and touched my leg, then gently tugged it... urging me to the partition. Almost as if drugged, I could no longer fight my fears of being caught. I did not want to resist this moment of opportunity. I had wanted and needed the touch of another person for so long. I knelt on the floor myself. Our cocks appeared to be about the same size. Instinctively, we reached across and touched each other's cock. Gently, he took my hand and eased it the short distance up his abdomen that the partition would allow. His goodie-trail felt warm and soft beneath my touch as his muscles quivered. It was in this moment that I realized that he, too, was either shirtless, or had it pulled up. As I rubbed him, a familiar fragrance I could not place hit my nostrils. This quick thought was wiped away by the rivulet of mansweat which I felt roll down his body from his chest and disperse in the hair on his torso.
I then eased his hand across my rippled abs. The head of my cock grazed his forearm sending pleasurable feelings thoughout my cock. I too was sweating now from my efforts. The heat of sex was almost unbearable and I could feel that familiar heavy ache between my legs. With graceful longing, we moved our thighs into each other beneath the partition and moved our hands to each other's cocks.
Alternately, we jacked each other, then ourselves, then each other again. Finally, I could not contain my cum any longer. His hand wrapped around my pole, I shot my load, watching it land on his cock and thighs. Just as suddenly, he started to shoot covering the hand I had wrapped around his cock with ropes of thick cum. There was a moment while we both collected ourselves, then he stood and sat back on the commode. I quickly stood, wiped my cock and hands with toilet paper and started to get dressed. I knew that I needed to get back to class soon before I got into trouble with Mr. Denton.
After I cleaned up and flushed, I left the stall. As I got to the door, I heard the paper unroll in the stall. Without thinking, I turned, looking toward the stall, when when what appeared to be a shirt hit the floor, apparently from off the door of that stall.... a maroon polo shirt.
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