Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Teachin' the Teech.
This is a new story, and this chapter is all but totally background lead-in with only feelings and sensuality described.
Danny Summers figured he could relax himself....take the edge off....by blowing his nut before leaving for his first student teaching day. He nuzzled his head into his pillow on his side....his pillow against his stomach as he lay on his left side, his right hand tightly whipping that finely honed young boyman tool. He felt his whole muscles tighten all up as the inevitable tingle thriller shot through his lower body all the way to his curled up toes and he shot that glorious wad into his cumsock! "Sogood! Sooooooogoooood," young Dan heaved and wheezed as a little spitgoo oozed from the left corner of his mouth, wetting his pillow.
He dozed off for another few moments in the thrill of his butt-bucking aftercum. Soon the second buzz from the snooze alarm went off and the young college senior was dragging his naked ass to the shower after gently freeing his spent wick from the sock stuck to his dickhead.
Dan was really barely an adult himself as he nervously took on the challenge of student teaching at the Sudbury high school that contracted with Norwood College.
His specialty was history and political science, and he was assigned to teach (for evaluation) five classes of high school students of every flavor from freshman to senior.
Dan was one handsome tool of a dude. He still dressed like a kid socially, but looked a bit disheveled trying to wear a button down oxford shirt and slacks with loafers and a tie. He found himself constantly working his toes in his shoes trying to relate to socks as opposed to the standard sock-free sandals and sneaks he was used to wearing through all his growing up years.
The oversized book tote was bulging with class rosters, curriculum, teaching plans and texts for each class. He really looked more like a foreigner just off the boat trying to find a hotel room than a teacher.
His brush cut light brown hair, turned up smallish nose and cutish dimples and basic appearance, belied his nearly 21 years of age. In actuality, he looked more like about, sayyyy, fourteen?
Across the rest of the sleepy town that morning, young boy teens were waking to the fantastic thrill of morning hardons and their hunching, tight bubble butts while friction-fevering those steely puds between the sheets and their bellies. Ahhhh....some of the kids had no fucking control and caused their moms no end of trouble trying to get out the stains of the pecker tracked sheets because the kid just HAD to fuckin' cum right then.
Smarter young dudes....sophisticated young jackers, these....well they had old ratty shorts, socks and tee shirts under the mattress for cum rags to hide their thrillspooge in. These were the kids who ripped the covers away and turned on the backs and fondled their peters till the couldn't take it any more and wrapped them fuckers in their cumrags and bucked and shot rope after curd of teenspermage into them and watched the silvery ooze seep up through the rag and shine back at them in the morning sunlight beaming through their windows. Of course, most of the young fuckers couldn't see for the welled tears, or the daze they fell into or simply that their eyes were clenched as tightly as their toes.
These young 'smarties' should see the moms each morning making their sons' beds and finding that crusty, cumfunky rag under the corner of the mattress. I wonder if they pull it up to their faces and snorf in a good whif of their boys' stuff....orrrr lick it????? or take it back into their bedrooms and sniff and snorf while diddlin' their pussies????
Anyways, most of the kids savored the handfuck sensation too long, or just passed back out with their cocks, rags and hands tucked between their legs only to be shocked out of their splendor by a raging dad or mom calling for them to get ready for fucking school.
The rest just lay there, wheezing, hearts pounding, before returning to normal breathing patterns and whispering, "Sooooooogooooood!" before staggering out of their beds and rooms into a much needed 'cool down' in the shower.
And finally, there were the truly horny fuckers who after dutifully fingering their tail slots with soapy digits, and fully cradling their balls in a soapy palm, just had to have themselves one more time and beat themselves off again in the shower! Goddddd....you gotta love 'em....almost as much as they love their cocks! It was many the young shower beater who nearly cracked a skull, losing balance and falling to his knees in the middle of his violent palm slide!
The second he stumbled through the door of Davey's classroom, the kids all broke out in big-ass grins....'a fuckin' mark if there ever was one. Snickers all around, the 2d year high school sophomores stole looks at each other, nodding. Davie, Ian and Mike slapped high fives.
New teacher Danny saw the kids slapping fives, but was too busy trying to remain upright and get to his desk at the front of the room.
Everybody was jabbering and talking and no one but the five dudes nearest Dave paid any attention to the doofy-looking student teacher.
Hey, we all did it....substitute, student teacher....life for them would be miserable indeed. Shit man, we never even hadda plan it. EVreebuddy had a fave thing, like damn, Dave had already shot a piercing whistle out across the room pulling his lips wide and getting everyone to stop and look as five rubber bands shot over their heads and picked off every part of the new teacher's upper body.
Dan was so fucked up at the front desk still, that even though he felt the stings of the two that hit his arms, and he rubbed at them, he was still trying to get the roster from his tote and arrange things on his desk.
Just as Jason was wadding a spitball for firing in his mouth, the evaluating teacher showed up and instructed the class about who and what to expect with a student teacher who was a senior in Norwood College completing the final phase of his studies prior to graduation and certification.
Sparse attention was paid to the announcements by the six 'devil dog planners' in the left rear corner of the room near the windows.
Whistling and applause broke out after the evaluating teacher wished Danny luck and asked for the class's cooperation in making Dan's stay at their high school pleasant and educational.
Davey's dickhead tingled when he heard about making his teacher's life at his school pleasant and educational. Jason, Mike, Ian, Talbot and Ryan looked all around and then at each other and bust out laughin'. Fuckin' 'educational' IN-fucking-DEED!
Mike was rubbing his hardening peter in his jeans, and several of the others were fidgeting in their seats and adjusting their puds in their boxers.
The regular teacher was most pleased that the kids all applauded his call for the class's cooperation, smiled, shook hands with the almost organized Danny, and left the room.
There was a 'swisss' past Dan's ear and a 'splat' on the blackboard behind him, and then a sting in the back of his neck when he turned back toward the noise at the board. Jason's spud was so sloppy, it was actually droozing some spit down the board from the spot where it planted itself.
Dan grabbed at the sting in the back of his neck and turned back almost angrily, snapping back to look at 30 blank faces trying to hold back the guffaws inside them to the point where some of them were actually convulsing to explosion in their seats....the boys especially....those fucking school seats seemed to get more cramped by the second when you had a fuckin' hardon trying to bust outta your fly.
Ian's paper plane flopped harmlessly to the desk after knifing into Dan's neck.
Danny ignored the nonsense, shuffled around and pulled a printed sheet out and started to call the roll.
Many of the kids in the class said crazy stuff in response...there was a 'Yo' and 'Here' and 'not here' and a mouth covered cough that smothered a 'phuck yu' in Mike's response....and on and on it went. The roll took about ten minutes till Dan figured out that the entire class was present in number but there were seven 'not heres' answered. He must have known that by the next day all the kids would have swapped names and would be answering for each other in class...the other four classes that Dan had that day would be briefed before they came in and would be tormenting him at high pitch right away that day.
Things were even tougher because all these classes in history had been in session for a half year already, and the kids all knew each other. Dan was in for one tough semester.
He advised the kids that he reviewed their grades and wanted to talk one-on-one with the kids whose grades were off the mark....including, Mike, Jason, Dave and Ian.
Mike would be first to meet with Dan the next day during homeroom period, and in response, Mike said, "Yehhh, right!"
The kids laughed at Mike's grunt to the teacher and that he was singled out for his dumbs, but then got laughed at themselves when their own names were called and Mike turned giving them all the finger....more laughs all around.
Dan tried to teach a portion of the current chapter in the class text in spite of the clowning dudes, and actually got something done before the warning bell, and then hollered a reading assignment out as the kids charged for the door.
Dan slumped in his chair....he felt 'he made it!' He actually got through his first student teaching disaster. Hey, he was one of these pains in the ass to teachers not five years ago, so he was fully aware that he'd be lucky to get out of these classes with his brains unscrambled.
He didn't see David moving up to his desk slowly. "Mr uhhm.." Davey forgot the dude's name...
"Summers, name's Summers," Dan said holding out his hand to shake with Davey.
Dave didn't take his hand out of his dockers pocket, purposely and obviously fiddle-frigging his peter in there. His failure to shake made it impossible for Dan to make believe he didn't know the kid was dickiediddlin'.
His face was right in front of Dave's fly, and he tried to look up and glance down at the same time. It's just so hard for a guy to make believe he's oblivious to another dude playing with himself....and feign disinterest on top of it.
Davey joyed in the butt fidget he caused Dan who stammered out, "S-s-so whut uh....can I help....yu...uhmm...do for you....and yur name?" asked Dan, squirming in front of the cloth-covered hard dick not six inches away from his face.
Dan's face was damping up from cold sweat and his palms were itching as he wrung them on the desk trying to stare up into Davey's smiling face.
"Ahm Davey...David, Mr. Summers, and I have a tough time concentrating when I try to read the assignments. Stuff's so borin' yuh know? and I get so...distrack....nngghh!" Davey grunted giving his wick a good rut into his palming hand just then.
Summers was getting to be a mess. Squirming almost constantly in his seat. Davey swore the teacher almost made a reach for his fly, but kept his hands down on the desk.
"Wuh-Wuh-Well, I'll schedule you after school....ummmm...tuhday?"Dan suggeste d to Davey's nod.
"I'll see if I can come up with something that can help you concentrate on your reading, because if you don't solve that, this won't be the only class you're gonna do poorly in...'kay?" Dan said.
Davey nodded, and without taking that hardworking hand from his pocket he turned to leave and actually butt-hunched into his palming left hand as he shuffled hesitantly...stopping....and then continued out through the open doorway.
"Huhhhhhewwww!!!" Dan exhaled. He sure didn't know if minutes before his psyche was going to get release from the sensual magnetism of the tantalizing spunker. It's amazing how a dude who might not ever have even thought about it, can somehow get overtaken by the scent of heated boy teen funk.
The bell rang and shook him out of his near trance and in a few secs, the junior class was coming through the door, followed by the regular teacher to introduce Dan once more.
At his locker, Dave ran into Mike and they both stared at each other for a moment. Mike, a bit of a bully, who was born sneering, knew Dave had his number, so he was always a little backward in front of him. Then Dave cracked a wide smile, and said, wickedly...."I think Summers can be made."
"I got him in the morning before classes. Man, I gotta break from homeroom, and that cunt I been stalkin', Mandy. Yuh think maybe ol' Summers will make up for it?"
"I got a meet aftah classes tuhday," Davey said. "Letcha know...all's I know is the fucker was glazin' over, tremblin', wettin' his lips staring at my crotch!"
Big grins spread over both their faces and Mike fived hard and high with Davey...."Yahhhhhh!" they roared.
The two teen spooge containers made it through their day pretty much normally, and Dave seemed to be getting more antsy as the time for his after class meet with the student teacher got close.
Dan found himself distracted from the moment he stared at Davey's fly that morning. Every fucking teener who even remotely looked like the towheaded Davey had young Dan lose his train of thought and get him lost in space in front of class after class of cumfilled horny teens just looking for a chance to screw with his mind.
The good of it all was that none of the kids would dope out that he was transfixed by a fellow male for the first time in his life. He kept thinking about Gail, and how their surely coming engagement was going to change his life forever for sure.....but then like the ghost of Christmas past, spunky Davey's brown-eyed, fair complected face seemed to super-impose itself over the image of his girlfriend. He'd shiver for just a second, and shake it off before seeming to stare at the class of thirty girls and boys before him for some kind of a signal as where he was before he spaced out.
Every time it happened in those remaining four classes Dan had that day, there were snickers and giggles, cat calls and shit flew around the room, from erasers to spitballs, paper clips, rubber bands and paper airplanes. The topper was the senior elective class of political science and history. One of the dudes in back, sceeved a goober into a rubber and fired it right at the dazed teacher, hitting him right in the upper chest. Geez, when it glopped to the floor after momentarily hanging from Dan's shirt front, the kids right around Dan, between the two center rows, looked down from their seats and clearly saw that it was not only a fucking condom, but it was oozing the spit out which looked just like cum.
Needless to say, the spunkrats were running the asylum by the end of every class. Dan was almost in tears after that last class was punctuated by the droozing rubber. To try to recover his sanity, he let that class out early. Last class in the day, there'd be less chance of roaming around the halls creating all manner of havoc, as the crazies would do anything to get their asses out of the building as fast as they could.
The poor fucker had no doubt the worst fucking day of his life. He'd remember at some point, that he used to be in classes that did this to student teachers and subs, but right then, nothing consoled him.
Tears traced their way into his folded arms on the desk where his head lay, and his upper body heaved in sobs. It wasn't really a lack of strength or character, just a release. The pent up shame and tension of his questioning of himself and his sexuality bottled up in him all day just poured out of him. He didn't have a chance the whole day to get this release. He'd been smothered in class after class by the unmericiful harrassing young dudes, who by their very nature, would do their level best to shred the poor fucking dupe right down to his crew socks.
Indeed...he did look like he'd been through a shredder.
His brushcut light brown hair was both matted and spiked over top of his lead. His face was red and streaked with tear tracks. His eyes were bloodshot and he was snorfing his runny nose before finally he just rubbed it into the elbow of his formerly clean, white long-sleeved shirt.
At last the bell rang signaling that the school day was over. The respite he gave himself by letting the seniors out early gave him a chance to vent and get himself looking as presentable as possible before he had his afterschool meeting with Davey.
He found a paper towel and wiped his face, running the wet of it over his hair to give it a semblance of order and neatness. He stood out of the seat, to his full 5' 11" and was just shoving the miscreant shirt tail back into his waistband....for the hundreth time that day, when "Buhh-BOOOOOOM!" the door took a heavy shot from Davey's hand before slamming into the wall inside the classroom.
Dan Summers jumped out his shoes with the shock of the kid's calamitous entry and the banging door.
Geez...he was trembling....again....in front of this dude who'd shaken him to his core that morning.....not to mention wrecking his whole fucking day.
It didn't help that Dave was that all boy type with the infectious smile that melted everyone within range.
Standing, Dan held out a hand again to shake with Dave, "Huh-Huh-Hi David. Guh-Glad you made it...th-this can be important for you and y-yuh-your future."
He was quaking so badly that he appeared afflicted. Davey took the hand this time, and squeezed, holding it and then surprisingly, he both moved in toward his history teacher and yet pulled Dan's hand in toward him as well....sort of right into his belly. It would have been even more threatening to Dan if the boy was as tall as Dan was, and was staring.....and breathing right into his face.
Dan caught what Davey had done, and snapped a worried and hurried look into Dave's face. Dave smiled that 'strip-you-naked' smile of his and released his teacher's hand.
Davey noticed that Dan's hand was sweated....and smiled to himself.
Dan pointed to the student desks and Dave and he went out to the first row where they sat side by side with Dan placing the text on the desktop between them which was attached to Davey's desk.
They leaned toward each other....close enough to feel each other's heat on their necks and cheeks....as Dan pointed to the first page of the current chap ter being covered in class. Dan stammered at first, "R-r-r-read th-this, David. Let's see if you can keep a-uhm studied concentration right down the page and think while you read. Ah-aht the bottom of the page...stop and t-tell me something that stuck with you as you read.
Dave was fidgeting, embarrassed a bit at having to perform in public. He struggled with himself trying to get the first words out, calmed as he felt Dan's hand lay gently over the top of his back and shoulder. He hesitated with that first touch, but it relaxed him and he went on, right down the page, smoothely and not even tripping over any words.
"What did you remember?" Dan asked David.
"Well, I guess, umm, gee....I din't ree'lize the Yalta conference had so much to do with what happened for the rest of the century," Dave said intuitively.
Dan smiled...."Excellent!" and popped the kid's shoulder victoriously, with a softly closed fist.
"That's right! It did! And that one statement says you got what it takes to pull the guts out of what you read, if you keep your mind on what you're doing," Dan continued. "Now keep going, while I get to the board and do some teaching as you read."
Davey continued on to the next page of text and Dan was writing key items on the board to reinforce the impact of the written word for Dave. Pulling the screen down, he covered it, and then turned to the teen as he finished the next page flawlessly reading every word, and related what he 'learned' while he read.
Smiling broadly as Davey concluded, Dan snapped the screen up to show the kid the three items key to the page the boy had just read, and Davey almost got excited when he saw the exact same items he had told his teacher he had gleaned from the page....were the ones Dan had written on the board.
"Even though we had a lousy first day in class together, I could see that there was just a concentration thing with you, David. I will work with you, to give you the chance to show your stuff as often as I can....what do you say?"
"Yeh...shurr...teech...uhh...Mr. Summers....but I just can't do this home, man....I mean....I got too much on my...I mean...I don't wanna...yuh know?" Davey tried to say something while saying nothing, but we're starting to get the picture.
"I know teens are running all the time, and with all the distractions, it's hard to do your homework and particularly your reading, but if you don't get your arms around it, you will never reach your potential, Dave," Dan coaxed.
"I've never told anyone this, M-Mr. Summers...but...yuh kn-know...." and there was Davey working his fingers over the front of his pants.
Dan was intent now, nodding, not missing the kid's hand on his fly, when Dave finally jumped up and blurted out to get it out before he shut it back inside him, "I fuckin' sit down, teech, ANYwheres when it's quiet....and mannnn....I'm fuckin' beatin' my MEAT!!" the redfaced kid spouted.
Dan was feeling small tremors inside him again. Breathing hard, he gulped, and struggled to respond. He knew this was no fucking news flash. There was no fucking red blooded teenager who wasn't horny as a fucking toad allllllll the damn time and playing with his prick...or, thinking about when was the next fucking time he COULD play with his prick....or stick it in some cunt's face or pussy!
"Th-Th-That's no shame....and neither is it news, my man!" Dan spoke out strongly....surprising himself given the condition he found himself in. This spunkrat should know Dan was thankful he wore boxer briefs that day so there was something to hide the fucking hardon this kid roused out of him.
This was a rare moment in the gameplay Dave had been working with Dan. He actually erupted in real teen boyness right there, with no script beforehand in mind. He DID feel shamed at times that he couldn't get his mind off his cock. He DID know his homework suffered because it was almost a signal to pull his pud the minute he pulled a book out of his backpack at night, and the way his dick went hard the very minute he did so.
Dan was in no better shape now than was Dave as he moved to the spot in front of the boy's desk and said, "Wuh-Well let me think about this and I'll see if I can come up with a way we can busy your mind with the work you're doing rather what's going on between your legs."
With both hands hotly to Davey's shoulders, Dan leaned down to look right into David's eyes. The tremors were evident coursing up through Dan's hands down and through Davey's shoulders and arms.
Dan's hot breath wafted over Dave's face. The boy could hear the stunted breathing of the student teacher. The young teen knew there was something charging this unlikely bond. His youth and inexperience did not afford him the reasoned explanation, but a horny boyteen knows when he's got an edge.
Davey could feel his own strength coming back when he realized this had nothing to do with him realizing his potential...or building up his smarts....this was about cock....HIS cock....and....this young teacher dude's MOUTH!
Dave nodded up at Dan who still held his shoulders tightly in his now openly sweating hands, while Davey boldly rubbed the length of his prick in jeans. The kid was hot as a fucking firecracker and could cum right there, if he just let himself go!
Dan finally got control of himself, and wiped his hands on his dockers as he stood up straight and stayed directly in front of Dave who was getting up himself now. He purposely leaned into Dan, and turned his left arm and shoulder so it traversed the entirety of his student teacher's chest from right nipple to left arm.
Dave's wrist actually grazed Dan's own hardon making him shiver, but Davey wanted to have Dan thinking of how their bodies touched for one long moment when Dan tried to keep his own hand off his dick that night while trying to work the next day's lesson plan....and see how far he gets before he's naked with legs up and out and his hand working his peter to a violent screaming cum! like Davey enjoyed every night right after he sat at his desk.
"Cuh-Cuh-Can I give you a ride h-home, Dave?" Dan asked.
Davey smiled....back in control of himself, and especially, more in control of his new teacher. "Yeh...that'd be great! I usually walk, but the dudes are all gone, so the walk home will be a drag without anybuddy to fun with."
The kid grabbed up his pack from the floor slinging it over his right shoulder.
The teacher shoved the papers and the textbook into his overfilled tote, and shuffled toward the door, where the two young dudes sort of bumped into and around each other till they got their gaits right and headed down the hall toward the parking lot exit.
Dan's car was not quite ratty, but it had seen much better days....and had that 'old' smell inside. Fraying fabric seats and old style knobs on the radio gave away its age.
It roared up nicely though, and Davey found himself asking his teacher, "You work on cars, Mr. Summers?"
"Yeh, I do. Love it. Sorta like a hobby. You navigate, hey Dave? and we'll get you home."
Dave gave him the route as they went and instead of sitting against the door, the boy sat to the left middle of the passenger seat, and on a sharp turn caused by a planned, late direction, Davey fell into Dan....hard. His head and shoulder slammed into Dan's shoulder and side, and when he pushed himself up he was pressing against Dan's right thigh with his left AND right hands.
Dan was frothing over....he wanted so badly to touch where the teener touched his leg and to rub his crotch. His cock was fighting for room in his shorts!
"Yuh know..." they both laughed as they both spoke at once.
"You first," Dan said.
Davey said, "Wuh-Well...whut I was gonna say wuz...you know I don't live so far fum school...and if you don't mind....you could come over some night...nights....and work with me....yuh...know...like...witchu...like....right dere....we could be doing work and my hands won't be....yuh know....like....in my pants," he laughed sheepishly....faking the whole schitck.
Dan fell like a rock!
His lower lip was quivering....annnnnnd Davey saw it!
Dan kept trying to answer but his mouth went dry on him and locked him up with his tongue pasted to his palate.
Finally, and still not able to talk, he reached out his right hand, and Dave took it in that typical kid grip that usually symbolized tight friendship.
"I-I-Yii-I'd be happy to help you, boy....an-anything. With student teaching my only classwork at college right now, I'm freer than normal...s-s-so I could give you an hour or so a week...or maybe even every couple days, if it works out....how would that be??" Dan asked and answered.
"Great, man....that'll be great! I think I feel smarter awreddy!" they both laughed.....Davey heartily, and more from the gut than Dan. Dan was actually too excited at what was happening....but scared too, since he didn't really know....WHAT was happening.
He thought of Gail, and that he would be calling her that night to tell her of the whole sordid first day of student teaching he'd spent....and to maybe go over and get some snuggly sympathy as well....but almost like a scene super-imposed on another in the movies, he kept seeing Davey's face and pants and hands through the vision of Gail in his mind's eye.
Dave was talking but Dan heard nuthing.
"Whuhh-uhh! Oh, I'm sorry Davey, I just got lost in my thoughts for the moment," Dan apologized to the boy while unconsciously gripping at the kid's lower thigh there so close to him.
"S'okay, teech..uh, Mr. Summers....I was sayin' that it would be cool if you come in like right when we get to my house so you can meet my folks and let them know you gonna help me. I can tell YOU, they will be fuckin' excited that SOMEbody will help me out. We have a fuckin' brawl ev'vy report card."
"Sure...th-that's probably a good idea...." Dan cut short in mid-sentence when Davey pointed to the curb. They had reached his house.
Dave bounded out, and fidgeted at the foot of the walk waiting for Dan to come 'round the front of the car.
They walked up to the door side by side and Davey pushed open the door with a guiding hand to Dan's shoulder to send him on through first.
"Oh shit...Mr. Summers...I forgot...it's not that late and they're still workin'," Dave explained. He really had forgotten....staying after school had played tricks on his thinker.
Dan said, "That's okay, Dave, I can meet them the first time I come over...."
"Like tee....Mr. Summers, couldja make the first night tuhorrah night?" Davey asked anxiously, while sort of pushing gently at Dan's upper arm toward the stairs up to the second floor.
Dan stalled and looked questioningly at the kid and Dave just kept talking and said, "Le's go up to show you where we'll be workin'...my room is real quiet and we can be alone after dinner any night. The folks stay down here or go out most nights."
Dan was still working on whether he could agree to the first get-together being the next night, and as it turned out, he agreed, just as they got to the end of the hallway upstairs and Davey pushed the door to the room open.
Dan was surprised that the mess in there was in fact relatively orderly for a teen dude. There was no need to rake a path to the desk where they'd be working.
Davey was like a little kid as he charged into the room and plopped his ass at the desk, and said, "C'mere Mr. Summers...c'mere!"
Dan went on over and stood next to Davey as the boy pulled his book out and turned to the same chapter they were reading in the classroom.
"Lookit! Lookit! I don't fuckin' lie man! I jus' can't help it!" the kid was almost screaming.
He shoved his chair back, and the confused teacher stared at him till Dave pointed at his pants front and yelled..."Lookit! See whut I mean....and yur right here! Nuthin' helps. It just....fuckin' happens!" Davey carried on. His steeled prick was tenting his pants!
Dan was nervous....really fucking nervous now, and was looking to get out of there....his head looking left then right and he was wanting to escape!
Backing up slowly....then quicker, Dan was getting as far away from the horny teen as he could get, but his cock was hard in his own pants! Shit! He couldn't believe it! He'd had thoughts of....guys....from a long time ago...but he never....wouldn't even think....
Davey jumped up out of his chair and rushed up to the student teacher and grabbed his forearm...."C'mon, Mr. Summers....now you know it's for real. Man, I gotta have help fum someone...anyone....I thought it was gonna be you!" Dave worked his magic.
Pulling away, and with Davey hanging on his arm, they left the room and headed downstairs with Dan stammeringly, finally agreeing they'd make it for sure the next night.
It was getting on 4 PM as Dan's car pulled away and he rubbed his palm hard into his fly, sighing s-o-o-o-o deeply, jerking up and jolting in his seat, nearly losing control of the car. He thought for sec he'd blowed his nut!
Dave was on his cell with Mike as soon as he grabbed a chunk of cheddar out of the fridge and flopped in front of the TV in the den. "Yeh. He just left the house. Ummm....he gave me a ride home. He's gonna give me special home tutoring startin' tuhmorrah after dinner."
"I think I got him pantin' and sweaty...yeh...but I din't try anything, no," Dave said.
"So when you meet him before class tuhmorrah, act like we ain't talked and see where it goes. Yeh...I did a little stuff....rubbed against him....let him see my stickin' out pants fum my hardon...yeh. I swear he was lickin' his lips....his hand was clammy an' all. I made him red up in the face a buncha times. Yeh...so see whutcha can get goin' in the mornin'. Yeh. 'Kay. Later," and he hung up.
Hitting the memory dial again, he was on with Ian. "Hey, EEE...I needju to come over tonight with all your video wizard stuff. I needa get all your minicams and video shit set up for a scene I'm setting up in my room tuhmorrah.
"C'monnn! You can set it up in a hour...yeh....I'll get pizza....great...see yuh later," Davey had his leg up on the back of the couch as he splayed out over the cushions shoving his boxers down and getting a grip on his best friend in the whole wide room. Mannn he pounded that puppy till he shot ropes and spray and drools of boy spoovage all over the fucking wall, couch back and himself. Ha! Davey was a professional beatoff....he ate his own stuff! Finger-scooping his curdle off his pubes and belly, he licked and savored his teenboyspunk to his heart's and tongue-taster's content!
Dan was a mess as he headed for home shakily. He trembled and white-knuckled as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. He thought he'd go right over to Gail's, but she wouldn't be home yet.
He headed for his apartment, and as he pulled into the lot. He found he was quivering for a whole 'nother reason. He needed to get fucking off, and he couldn't get into his bedroom fast enough. He left all his stuff in the back of the car and took two and three steps up the stairs to the third floor till he got himself stripped, spread out, and spewing young guy goo all over the room.
He gasped and wheezed and dreamed of grand sex and love and as he bucked and jolted in his wild boyman aftercum. He stared down his nearly six foot length of quivering bare-naked youthful expanse of hairess skins, pock-marked here and there with gobs of spermglop. He remained dazed, his hand still holding his cock....he stared at it....that pulsing head still glistening with his frothy syrup above his circling forefinger and looking like a sno-cone....and he thought of cock....of lust....of the hot horny needs every young guy has....of cock....Davey....Davey's mischievous smile....Gail... Davey....Gail....cock....Davey's tented pants....Davey....Davey's....Davey's...........
....C-O-C-K!
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