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. Chapter 2.
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 a 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 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!
Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 2.
After Davey's teacher left to swoon his way home in a hazy muddle of boy lust and need for relief, and Dave wacked himself into oblivion in his ecstasy at having set the stage for a student teacher take down, he waited dinner and the arrival his school bud, Ian with his duffle bag of electro-gear to 'wire' Davey's room for video 'games'.
As promised payback, Dave was busy in the kitchen putting together a pizza for Ian and of course himself to wolf while Ian set the cameras up.
There was always excess of video gear at Ian's because of the improvements to the surveillance he was always working up for his dad's store....and the neighboring stores. This made it easy for Ian to get hold all he needed to satisfy the whims of his good bud, Davey.
Best about most of the gear was that it was mere wires and tiny lights which could be concealed easily to where the recorder device was stashed. And even the recorders themselves were quite small. Three mini's were set up, one dvd camera, and one tape cam.
There was one mini in the ceiling light, one in the desk lamp, one in the headboard of Dave's rack. The larger cams were set, one on the dresser under Dave's fielder's mitt, and the other on a prop through a partially open closet door.
Dave's biggest prob was going to be his mother whose obsession with trying to give order to the kid's room was a constant irritant. He planned that he would tell her NOT to go in his room the next day because he was laying out a video project and was learning how to arrange cameras and lighting.
So, pretty much, after all the kids worked their joy tools that evening after the first day of Dan Summers' student teaching course, they slept the slumber of the devious young spunkrats they were.
Mike
Mike shuffled into Dan's classroom.
Dan was barely better than the morning before. Now he knew what all the kids could do, so the heebie-jeebies he had being new the day before were reduced, but he was a wreck for KNOWING what they COULD do to him....not to mention the sensual thickness in the air around him for what he expected from Davey....who he was committed to tutor that night.
Anyways, here was Mike.
He shuffled step and fetch it through the open door, slamming it closed, and moved toward Dan as if he was being winched in by a tow rope. In a weird kind of way his legs seemed to be out front of his body when he walked, but that didn't deter from his ruddy good looks. It did sort of conceal his toyteen bubble butt though. Not quite the pretty boy was Mike, with his reddish blond hairs, fair skin, smallish though flawless nose and ears, he had a hint of the freckle here and there, and the dimples in his cheeks that gave him a look that belied his snotty attitude and need to bully those around him. He stood about 5' 10", 155 pounds.
While the way about him cost him close friendships, and many a date, he was one of the lucky dudes back in grade school to benefit the day after some president said blowjobs wasn't sex. That's when he got his first one. He and Mindy were walking home from school together and Mike's mind, ever on his cock, twisted the talk to what was on the news that day earlier. And then with questions like, "You think you ever wanna try?" and "Geez, Min, even'a president dude said it was okay," wore her down further and further with each step.
Her curiosity to be eyes-on to a boy's dick compelled her to lean over behind a bush a block from her house to see what she could see.
Mike was redboning from the second he thought about checking out Mindy's lips that afternoon, and he tipped the scales when he offered that most fervent wish of hers, to get a close-up look at boydick!
S-o-o-o-o-o, there they were. Mike s-l-o-w-l-y easing his zipper down so as not to scare her off. It was like slow motion. The tension and anxiety for both kids made it seem like hours before that hefty young boy tool came out into view. Mike was no dummy. His dick was bigger than most kids, and had heard talk that he'd never get any ass 'cause girls would be afraid of it, even at this young age. So, this venture was gonna serve two purposes, one for now, and one for later....the NOW was simply to get himself blowed! The later was, with girls, the bobble mouths that they are, she would be advertising the fun she had with Mike's dick when she couldn't keep it quiet no more, and it would give Mike both a studly rep and that of one whose cock WOULDN'T KILL HIS BITCH!
The young fucker was some smart and savvy for his age.
Anyways, still clutching her books to her imaginary boobs, Mindy bent over at the waist to get close on to that mystery meat.
Mike hid it carefully as he palmed over the head, and let just the knob peek out first while he turned his hand over and lay his hearty cock in his palm circled by all his fingers to conceal both the thicks and longs of it.
The slow unveiling also helped dissipate the funk of teen all day discharge after its confinement between his thighs and nuts for a whole school day. So when Mindy finally got her wish, she was able to stare neither unencumbered nor turned off by 'funk of boy'.
His backpack still over his shoulder, Mike slowly used both hands to pull back on the head to show her his cum hole, and then he slid his hands back to his pubes slowly to let her take in the whole of his, and every boy's, most favorite thing!
The bonus for all of Mike's gentle approach to the great airing of cock was that Mindy's building anxiety had her inching ever closer to it, since Mike kept hiding it. So by the time he bared it to the whole outdoors before her, her face was no more than three inches from the knob as it bobbed up before her.
Steeled as the boy was, it rose high and sought to lay against his upper fly. Mindy was fascinated with everything COCK right at that moment. There was noth ing holding her back once she got this close....she marveled at the little triangle under Mike's crown....and the huge fat cum tube coursing the whole length of the underside.
Mike nearly cummed.....she touched the tube man, and runned her finger along it about an inch and then pushed in to see how flexible it was to her gentle finger press. He'd of blowed for sure if she touched that tiny triangle of nerve sensors that first got her attention. Her mouth was two inches away now and Mike's reward was at hand.
She looked up as if to ask Mike if she could do more...to which he just smiled his sweetest ever smile and nodded, while running his tongue intentionally across his lips.
Mindy crooked her trembling forefinger around the top of the boytool and pulled it back down toward her. "Ohhhhh," she sighed feeling Mike's pounding heartbeat in the fragile skinned, now corrugated, rigid cock.
As it came down with her pull, surprising her with how much effort her finger needed to use to get it down, it was now right square at her face. She could feel its heat on her face. She wrapped her four fingers around it and closed, becoming consumed by the ever so clear heartbeat pulsing in her closed fingers. It's crazy, but the way she felt at that very moment, and all to Mike's advantage, was how she would feel holding a small animal....so cuddly, nurturing, caring....annnnnnnnnnnd nowwwwwwwwww....s-u-c-k-i-n-g!
Mike was crazed with his dumb luck!
The little bitch seemed to swallow it up. From at once staring into the pisshole, and dazedly staring at the crown of plumb-like softness, to pulling it to her and shoving her face onto it at the same time!
Mike gently kneeled with a caressing hand to the back of her head and neck to which she responded with "Mmmmmmm" while going down to all fours and glomming her first boycock on the hoof!
Soon, Mike was giving instruction and softly saying things like, "Jus' lick it....yuh know.... like, taste at it. You will like this. And it's really....a g-good th-thing for me too," he panted. "I love that yur doing this M-Mindy. It is so great. I'll never forgetchu," the conniving little monster said while smoothing his fingers through her hair.
Mike was hunching his hairless pubics up into her face now, s-o-o-o-o-o gently. He was perfect in his handling of this one thing he wanted so bad that he did absolutely everything to not screw it up.
Mindy's small mouth was opened unnaturally wide to take the boy's thickness into it. He sensed her gag, and pulled back....and that had the greatest effect. It made her realize she could get a little relief and yet still go back to it. So now she seemed to attack Mike's prick voraciously.
For the first time Mike saw spit drooling down under her lip. She gripped at the bottom of the cock with her left hand....mannnnnn....he couldn't believe his fucking luck! She was jackin' and sucking him like a pro!
He was in a frenzy now....needing to cum beyond all the other pleasure seconds ago that would have been more than enough. Now....now....he had to cum too! Would she take it? Would she badtalk him instead of rave over what she'd done, if she took his near-teen seed?
"Min---uhhm--Min-uhh....I'm....do yuh think....maybe....urmphh....you would take ....umm...my stuff...yuh know...in your mouth....I promise it will be a nice thing....and you be the first and ohgodddd...it's....oh Mindeeeeeeeeeee!"
The firing toyshooter went off like the Fourth of July! He still held her with magnificent gentleness and strength at the same time till the last of his rapid-fire bursts of boy spooge made their way to the back of her mouth...."Uulurulppp! Ulppuruul!"
He swooned over her back, sort of smothering her into his pants, crotch and fly as she gulped, and swallowed something she might never have realized she would allow in her mouth in the first place!
He seemed to come out his afternut quickly, and recognized that his knees were still pushing back and forth in place and he was still rutting Mindy's little mouth with an only slightly softer and more flexible dickhard than she took as he blowed his wad into her.
Mike was brilliant....a charmer when it 'came' to something he really wanted.
He helped her off his cock. He got chills up his back when he saw his pretty peter sort of sloppily pop from her mouth, pull her upper lip up and graze her nose on its search for his belly once more.
He hugged his first cocksucker to him and the chills coursed his toyboy spine once more.
He leaned back on his heels and was sort of half reclined and was so fucking happy when that little bitch rode her face down his shirt and waistband to kiss and lick the underside of what maybe she'll never be able to get enough of herself.....anymore.
"That was SOME-THIN!!!!" Mike cheered to himself as he trudged on home having watched Mindy go up the walk and into her house. His both hands were dueling for his re-boned prick as he relived the fabulous blowjob...his first ever...blowjob.
Mannnnnn. He tear-assed down the street and 'round the corner up into his room, threw his ass on the bed and pounded that baby till blowed his wad all over the fucking room! "God that was so good!" he yelled to whole wide room!
He licked his fingers where Mindy's licking, COCKSUCKING tongue had been, certain there was some of her tongue spitscent on it. He did it again and again and bounced up and down on his butt in the bed. He snap-hunched his body up at his hand and licked his palm....again and again!
Then, he burst from room clothes strewn behind him till he was balls naked in the shower having his way with himself again. This time he did something new. He fingered a dollop of liquid soap up his boy bunger....he hunched his body on that frigger....more....madly.... then the middle finger joined in!
He was frig-rammin' his boy hole for a good five minutes before that fabulous tingle twitching took over from his insides out and he grabbed onto his cock and drove it relentlessly through his cupped hand and tightening fingers till he squealed for joy the third time in 40 minutes! "Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! Mother FUCKER! I will never have a gooder day den'iss....EVAHHHHH!"
He quivered and trembled at the precipice and then sank to his knees in a cascade of rushing shower water washing the seeds of his boyness down the drain forever....till the next time....don'tcha love it....yuh can do it over and over and over and and and....daamm is it ever so goooooooooooooooooooood!
So here we are with Mike coming one-on-one with his new student teacher for the first time. He knew there wasn't much to what happened with his bud, Davey the night before when Dave's tutoring arrangings were set up. He knew Ian had done a video layout in Davey's room. Otherwise, he was there on his own, to see mostly what he could find out about their first ever 'mark'. The kids could honestly say they'd never trolled for queers. Yet something wired Davey about this teacher from the moment he set eyes on him.
"Sit here, Michael," Dan said, patting a chair he'd placed next to his at the teacher's desk. They were going to work at Dan's desk instead of a student desk like he had with Davey the day before. He figured he'd have more control and be able to put more distance between himself and the student.
"Mike," Mike corrected in a typical teen grunt.
"Okay, that's fine....Mike," Dan said.
"I've scanned your records Michael...Mike....and you are way down this year compared to last....in everything. Have you any clue?"
Mike shrugged, "Nope. Dunno! Hate fuc--uh...school...guess....'at's all," Mike answered.
"Well, whatever happened...happened in the last six months, Mike. You had solid 'B' grades last year as a freshmen....and that's the toughest year for new high school kids."
Mike sometimes never showed any prides in himself, and so when the new student teacher pressed for answers, Mike finally said...."Well, Misterrrr..."
"Summers," Dan helped..."Summers."
Fucking Mike said, "Yeh. Well...this past year..." and he leaned in looking all around him like searching to hide from spies, "Are we perfeckly secrets here....nobuddy says nothin'at happens wit'us...here?" Mike whispered.
"Of course, Mike. And I'm sure I can help," Dan consoled.
"Diss year...I mean I been gettin' my share'a pussy and all since 6th grade....but...b--but somethin' happened....and...wh-when I'm in the locker room and gym and all...even at the pool and the beach....man......I get s-o-o-o-o-o harrrrrrrrd when I see a kid with a nice piece tucked in his shorts or hanging out all togedder. I-I-Iyiii think I'm....yuh...know.... bein' q-qw-queer!!" and he dropped his head into Danny's shoulder and bawled right there in the empty classroom.
Dan was petrified! He didn't know whether he should move the crying kid, or get out of there, or what? What if somebody walks by? He's not sure the way things are if he could explain a handsome tool of boy nuzzling his neck!!!!
He took a deep breath and with an arm around Mike, he smoothed his palm down the back of the kid's head. He did feel the kid's neck to be clammy, so it was probably real....and not an act.
Dan stood and tugged the whimpering teen up with him and held his face in both hands like a mommy does saying, "Let's get you help Mike. The school has a psychologist you can let it all out with and knows what to tell you about your feelings....and other boys and stuff."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You said! Nobuddy knows!" Mike raged out loud surely heard in the hall outside the closed door.
"Okay! Okay, Mike....I won't tell...only you can do that anyway. If you don't want to go, then...." Dan offered and was cut off.
"You said...YOU could help me.....YOU HELP MEEEEE!" Mike yowled and Dan was completely sure the kid was horrified of his sexual 'discovery'....and now terrified himself at the kid's fear and screamy rant.
"I will! I will!" Dan reinforced. "I will give you my time anytime I'm free to help you deal with this....annnnd, it might just be a normal thing...you know boys your age are hard, you know....just because....?" Dan comically suggested.
"I-I don't know 'bout that...just, I been having dreams and wackin' off thinking of my friends....even kids I see in the street....having thoughts.'..even thinking I'm suck...suckin'em....and gettin' fucked in the ass....ohgod, ahm godddddd...sucha messs!" he cried again into Dan.
Completely encircling the boy's shoulders with his arms now, Dan said, "I'll be here for you, boy.....I'll be here......I know what yur feeling....."
Really......hmmmmmmmmm........
As they stood seemingly motionless, Dan didn't even pick up that Mike was bending his knees slightly and straightening and repeating and thrilling his peter head against Dan's clothed body. Before Dan picked up on it Mike pulled Dan tight to him with arms around Dan's back, and hunched his steelhard prick against Dan's privates. Dan felt it for sure but thought that was part of the sensual nature of things when a kid lost control of what and who he was, seeking satisfaction wherever he could get it.
They broke finally, and Dan's heaving, short breaths were obvious....and very obvious to Mike. He feigned looking down as if to not want to show his face after admitting he thinks he's queer, but was checking Dan's pants.
There was a small spot about the size of a pencil eraser right where the lump of Danny's hard as a rock dick was pasted against his belly in his boxer briefs.
As Mike picked up his backpack, he looked sullenly into his teacher's face and said...."When I beat my meat last night....I dreamed it.....it was yours and....annnnnd....I ate yur load!"
"Bammmmm!" the door slammed shut! Mike was gone....and soooooo was Danny....who stood in the front of his classroom of two days trembling from his encounter with yet another very attractive spunker....and from the revelation that the kid lusted for him......like Dan lusted..............................................for Mike!!??????
As soon as he was in the hall, the fuckin' teen conman jumped two bent knees in the air, his heels touching his ass, and high fived his own self!
He was sure he'd locked up the fuckin' teech for a go down some time v-e-r-r-r-y soooooon! He wanted to try to make some kinda move right while he had the young dude in go-down, but he thought the better of it. He'd get with Davey who set the whole idea in motion in the first place.
But in spite of his fivin' himself, he found himself saying, "Fuckin' asshole...yuh dumbshit...yuh had his ass right there....right fuckin' then!!!
Finally he got control and realized, it was 8:15 in the fuckin' morning and the first class bell was gonna ring any minute....THAT'S why he couldn't start anything....but mannnn ....did he ever need that Mandy bitch's mouth from his homeroom walin' on his hog to get him past this crazed red-bone disaster he found himself in.
He knew he was free till the bell with the pass he had for the meeting with Summers, sooooo, whut to do???!!!
Both his claws were deep in his pockets working his peter past the point of no return. Horny fucking toad that Mikey was, doing knee bends in the middle of the hall and tightening his thighs into his balls, he didn't even make it to the nearest boys room....he ran under the stairs down the hall and with his eyes tearing he pumped his nut in his boxers and ripped at his fly to get his pud out to at least hold it while he got off!!!! dayammmm there ain't nuthin' worse....well for the moment, there ain't nuthin' worse than pumping yur spooge without being able to hold yourself and give it that grand feel as the shivers and twitches and tingles course up and down your spine into the hairs on your head and down inside your thighs into them curling toes in your sockless sneakers....."Ohhhhhhhgodddddddd!" the kid roared in the loudest hoarse whisper trying to cover the exhilaration from his raging palmfucking!!!!!
He trembled and fell to the wall. His purple knob peeking out above his forefinger...the last of his sauce ooozed down his fingers to the tiled floor. He leaned into the wall for what seemed like hours and then he started when the bell rang his chimes and took him out of his stupor. He looked at his gooey fingers, and after first assuring and pleasing himself that no spooge glopped on his jeans, he looked for something to wipe his hand....
He finally wiped his spoo on the wall and the underside of the stairs, and made his way to the boys room to wash the dirty sticky off of him before first class.
Fucking boy teens are so amazing! As he wetmopped his crewed hairs, he smiled and checked his teeth and was snaking up in his pants again from just thinking about his Mandy bitch troll of the moment. You'd think he never met Dan Summers who was left vacant and lost in the front of his classroom needing so badly to 'know' Mike...to know male sex...lust...and sate his need for all of what he'd been denying all these years....but.... whut...whut about Gail??????
Ian
Ian was a geek of sorts, not in the traditional sense, but only that he got wrapped up in electronics and computers and all, while the other kids were into sports when they weren't trackin' cunt or beatin' off.
He was a handsome kid about 5' 9". Dressed to the baggy style, though not the magazine clothes. His wearables were not label....like no Dockers, Nikes, or 'boks. Yet, he was stylish for the times.
In loafers and no socks he met with Dan after classes to discuss his low grade pull to date.
"With your interests you surely don't lack the intelligence to do better Ian, so what do you think it is?"
"I don't know Mr. Summers...all's I know is I do 2 hours' homework every night but am so muffled up with ideas for new ways to do a 'puter game or better way to reorganize my dad's security system at the store....I just hate this fucking....uhhhmmm....yuh know...book stuff."
Ok, Ian, that gives us a start. Maybe we want to combine the topics. I was thinking while you were talking, that you could keep a notepad, next to you, or right on the computer, if you do your homework on it. This way, when your mind shifts to work at dad's store, swap screens and do some diagramming till the ideas wane, then shift back. You'll find you're keeping interest in both going, and one effort will start to support the other.
Ian, who really was no dope, got it. He actually did do that but only working between games and the store security...now he could add his homework to it and make it fun sort of...maybe.
He smiled wide at Dan like the light went on....but then he went down a bit, fidgeting in his chair which he had pulled up next to Dan's desk.
Dan was so into the real teacher-student stuff, he hadn't even noticed the kid's hand was in his pocket most of the time. He'd been working his peter head into a frenzy and had gotten himself hot as a firecracker before he knew it!
His breathing stunted....haltingly....and he seemed to almost buck up in his chair....and then Dan could see the sheen of sweat beading on the boy's face which had gone a bright shade of crimson....and then there were three more mini-jolts seemingly from the kid's inner core till he slumped down and back in his seat....looking down but with his eyes closed....."Huhhhhhhhhhhmmm," is all Dan heard from the kid who clearly had blowed a wad of teen spunk into his pants right in front of his teacher!
Dan was all flustered now that he 'got it,' and tried to make like he was moving papers on his desk and all. It wasn't much longer till there was slightest hint of spermy funk coursing under Dan's nose....and he sure didn't need that now with all the sexual tension he'd been under the last 18 hours!
Sheepishly, Ian looked up at Dan finally, barely having recovered normal breathing....and said, "Oh-uh m-mannn....y-yuh knowwwww....don'tcha? I-I-I don't...ohgoddd. It's so fuck--I can't help it."
Dan felt sorry for the young spunker, and rolled his castered chair around alongside Ian and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "It's natural, Ian. Don't shame up over it."
"Oh fuck...s-s-r...it's not even THAT! I fuckin' jerk off alla times. Gotta fuckin' do it...jus' gotta....
"Thing is...I don't yuh know...gurrrrrls...man...they don't dig me, and I swear they know by not going out wiff me they make me jack my dick into hamburger!"
Danny almost laughed at the funny of Ian's line, but continued to hold an arm around him as the trembling subsided following the kid's aftercum throes.
"I need so much fuckin' help doin....being...yuh know, having.....SHIT....HAVING FUCKIN' SEX! I never had it...any...whutever. THIS is IT" he screamed in raging complaint holding his hand palm up to the teacher who was right next to his face...feeling the young dude's heat....his passion....the sex in the moment....Ian didn't know whut was happening.....he knew whatever it was felt so goddam gooood...better than anything he'd felt in a long long time since his voice changed prob'ly.
"Oh godddddddddddddddd!" Ian cried out, burying his face into Danny's neck, bucking from deep in his inner self, sobbing uncontrollably. "Goddd I need it so bad...I need...I need SOMEbody...anyBODY....god oh, please, oh please....Missst...uh....sirr....whut am I gonna do???"
"I can't stand hearing the other kids....alla sex and fuckin' and gurrrls and, and bein' such a fuckin' freak!" the kid cried into Dan's soaked through oxford shirt collar.
Dan was a mess. His rockhard prick needed relief itself. Dan could hardly breath from the lust he felt at that very moment annnnnnnd for the whole time since the kid pumped his boy seed into his boxers right in front of him!
Then thing of things....Ian curled himself around and into and over Danny Summers' lap with his left leg and started....omigoddd, Danny was so fucking freaked....the young teen dude was humping into Dan's body there as they rutted together against the blackboard with the wheels of the teacher's chair grinding and squeaking with every teenboy thrust into Dan's thigh!
It seemed like the squeaks and chair groans were like thunder in Dan's ears. EVERYBODY within miles must hear it!
He was nearly out of his mind.....the kid snugged into his chest....actually biting open his shirt and licking his bare skin.....just then Dan caught himself thanking his stars for not wearing a tee shirt that day, and shamefully realizing he was going down with this kid and couldn't help himself.....
Oh mannnn....they slipped from the chair which shot across the front of the room when Dan's butt slipped off and freed from seating the double weight of the two young boymen.
Ian seemed to just oooze over top of Dan there on the floor between the wall and desk, and he slipped partially under the desk. He rutted his cumsopped prick against his boxers, pants and onto Dan's raging fucking joystick.
Dan was gone....really and truly GONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!
It was like Ian knew it. Was he really the innocent virgin spunkrat he seemed to be...seemed to be telling his teacher he was?
Ian was doing something resembling a rutfucking military crawl the length of Dan's nearly six foot, slender, clothed frame.
At end, here he was with his funky, smoldering pants crotch fully loaded with boyteen spermage, sending Dan into a whole 'nother world of sex, lust need and omigodddddddd!
Dan licked the kid's pants front...he wormed his taster down to where the kid's balls should be....and then all the way back up to the zipper tag! He could all but taste....he COULD taste the kid's seedage! It was permeating the cloth of the boxers and the chino-type pants Ian had been wearing. It was fucking seeping through! Goddddddddd.....he swooned. He never never NEVER even THOUGHT about eating spooge....and here he was sucking for his dear life to get every last ounce of boycurd he could out of those steamy, teenboi pants!
Ian was wild! He was crazed! He was hump-fucking his teacher's smothered, soppy-pantsed sweat-frothing face! He couldn't see his teacher anymore. His head was angled up against the front wall of the classroom under the blackboard....his legs were back under the knee-well of the teacher's desk.
His teen tail or back bumped up into the drawer underneath every few seconds. It didn't cut his fuckfrenzy in the slightest. He started to pick up his ramfucking face feed of his teacher when he felt his cock pulled out of his boxers by the teacher's wild sucking lips and tongue! He pounded that student teacher's face like an engine piston.....this boy who'd already shot his spunkwad earlier, was going for the mother lode this time, and he had a cocksucker to take it. Ian was still gonna be a virgin with the local cunt, but mannnnn he was having his blowjob flower taken....and rabidly....ravenously so!
"Wurrlpp! Duhluppurrngh! Uwhrrlpp!"
"Ohgod ohgod ohgoddddddddddddddddd!!! That's...That's...ohhh it's....cummmmminnnnn'! Please, oh teech, oh man....suck it....suck it...ohmigodddd....eatmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"
The room was quiet.
Not a sound.
Dan's ears were filled with the beat of his youngman's heart and his having realized possibly the longest running suppressed dream of his life!
Ian was slumped to the floor under the board in the afterfuck of his first ever blowjob! His body heaved up and down above his teacher's face and head. His pants and boxers were a few inches beneath his nutsack which was starting to sag lower after tightening up to shoot off into the young teacher's facehole.
Dan and his teen student would NEVER forget this.....neither would the electric eye and minicam lens that Ian had planted under the chalk ledge during the day!
Danny just lay splayed out getting back to normal breathing under Ian. He was STILL smelling what made this boy what he was to Dan....a spunk factory for Dan to drain when and where he could???!!!
Dan was spreadeagled....arms and legs out wide....he was nearly dazed and could have fallen asleep in his own aftercum! He'd blowed his own nut at the same time! His pants were soaked in teecha spermage!
Ian rose up on his knees with great strain at first. Then when he sat back on his heels, he looked back and down with some amusement that his loafers had come off during his lust-filled face fuck of his teacher and he was barefoot and hard there in his classroom for the first ever time.
Then he looked to his teacher's face, and trailed the stare down the wrinkled mass of shirt, seeming to be crumpled in various directions on the guy's chest and belly. Ian couldn't help but notice that the teacher had spooged his own pants and the half-dollar sized glistening spot showed it.
With a big smile, Ian grabbed the teacher's hand and placed it right on the stain and smoooshed it all around gooing up the teacher's whole pubes with spent boyman goo. Then with Danny's hand still on his own fly....damn....newly fingering himself.....Ian smacked hard down on top of it with his own hand, and got up, waved his semi-flagging wick at Dan and holstered it back up into his boxers....then zipped his pants while working his toes around to get his loafers back on without bending down to get them in place.
See yuh tuhmorrah, teech," Ian said as he reached above the teacher's head and pulled the cam and wires he'd taped there. He couldn't wait to get home and download this shit onto the 'puter for the guys! Damn.....he pressed his palm into his pants....just the thought of having his teacher on tape doing him so fucking fine this afternoon made him horny as a fuckin' toad....AGAINNNNNNN!!!!!! He actually shoved both hands between his legs under his balls and hunched against his forearms like a fucking dog in heat.... hollllleeeeeeee sheeeittttt this kid was on fucking fire!
Who'd a thunk it? The first of the dudes to down the new teech....was geeky boy Ian.... not so geeky afterall, eh? Go EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The delirious kid broke into a run for home clutching to the cam so tight he was white knuckling....but....he couldn't make it that far. First....well, he was good at sports and all in spite of it not being his fave thing, but he just couldn't keep up the pace the whole way....and and and....he had to fucking get off...AGAINNNNN!!!!
He charged into the park toilet on his way and practically fell into the bowl getting his ass down and his cock out, qwaffing short breaths which were both the result of his running wild after he banged teecha's face and the need to take himself in hand one more fucking ONCE! He spit in his hand and whipped that puppy to another frothy teencreaming waddddddddddd! "Ohgod! Ohgod! Oh my godddddddd! Sooooooooo goooood!!!!"
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