The Teacher's Lesson
By
BJ Williams
This is a story for adult men which depict gay sex between consenting adults. If this offends or bothers you, or if it's illegal in your area to read this, DO NOT READ IT. It is a story about finding gay love as well as yourself. It is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have any comments, good or otherwise, please send them to bjwilliams2nd@gmail.com thanks.
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Bryan Albright slammed the steering wheel of his car and cursed as he tried to restart it. His mechanic had told him the last time he had called for a jump that his battery needed to be replaced, but he shrugged it off because he lacked the money for a new one. It had started fine earlier, even his horoscope had promised that today fate would step in, but after going through a deep puddle, it stalled out and now it refused to start.
"Oh for God's sake, start," he yelled, but it only moaned its refusal. "This is fucking great, my first day at student teaching and I'm going to be late or possibly miss it altogether."
He got out of the car and wouldn't you know it, what had begun as a drizzle quickly became a vicious downpour. He pulled his coat's collar up tight around his neck as he worked feverishly to raise the hood of the car.
"Car trouble," a passing motorist who had stopped beside him asked.
"Nah, I thought I would take advantage of the downpour and wash the engine," he sarcastically replied. "Yes I'm having car trouble, asshole," he added just as sarcastically.
"Fuck you, asshole," the motorist snapped back, flipped him the finger and drove off.
He hurried back inside his car and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. When he looked down at the cell, the screen was as black as midnight. He pushed the power button and_ nothing, his cell had gotten wet in the rain and it, too, refused to start.
"This is fucking fantastic. I have a dead car and now a dead cell phone also. What the fuck else can go wrong," he asked looking out the window as if someone would answer him. "Please don't answer me, I don't want to know."
He had to laugh despite his circumstances. He remembered what he had read in the paper, his horoscope. His destiny was about to change for the best if he would only allow his heart to see instead of looking with his mind's eye.
"This is a great fucking destiny," he said and was about to get out and walk, when another vehicle pulled along side him.
"Can I be of any assistance?" the man asked and Bryan looked into his eyes, deep blue eyes and all the frustration, all the anger that he had felt just drained away.
"I'm afraid it's the battery_" he began and turned his head away, resting it against the steering wheel, letting all his pent up frustration release in tears.
"I can give you a jump if you have cables," the man offered. "But in all honesty kid, this is nothing to cry about," he added.
"You don't understand," he said, turning to look at the man and wiping away the fallen tears with his hand. "I am supposed to be at work, like thirty minutes ago," he explained. "But my cell phone got wet and now it refuses to work also."
The man pulled past Bryan's car and over to the side of the road. He got out, ran back to Bryan's car and got in on the passenger side.
"Here, call whoever needs to be called," he said as he pulled his cell phone from his inside coat pocket and handed it to Bryan.
Bryan sat there for what felt like an eternity, his eyes fixated on the man's eyes before he reached out to take the phone. "Thanks," he said as he punched in the number of the school and when a cheerful woman answered, he explained his dilemma.
"This must be fate," she said, "because the teacher that you were to be working with called out a few minutes ago. How about you take care of your car troubles and we'll see you tomorrow," she quickly replied and was gone. "Thanks," he said as he handed the phone back to the man.
"I'm Christopher," he said, stashing the phone back into his coat pocket.
"Bryan," he said reaching out with his hand toward Christopher.
Christopher grasped it firmly and shook it, while both men sat staring at each other.
"How about we go back to your house, get you into some dry clothes and have a coffee?" Christopher suggested.
"I can't put you out like that," Bryan told him. "If you don't mind, I'll call my mechanic and have him tow my car back to my house. The battery will just have to wait until my monthly allowance arrives."
Bryan could tell by the way that Christopher looked at him that he was confused.
"I get a check on the first of each month from a trust fund that my parents set up. They were afraid that I would piss through it, so they set it up into payments. I get the entire trust fund upon my thirtieth birthday, which isn't for another nine years."
"But today is the seventeenth, how will you get around until then?" he asked.
"I'll walk and hopefully, someone at the job I was supposed to begin today will drive by my house and I can catch a ride with them to work."
"Here, call your garage and have them pick up the car and replace the battery," he said, handing Bryan his cell phone once again. "I'll pay for it and you can repay me with a coffee," he said, shushing him when he was about to protest. "Call it a payback for me."
"Christopher, you are talking about a bill that's around one hundred dollars with the price of the battery as well as the cost to tow my car. I can't ask you to do that, we don't even know one another."
"Did I say that you asked me, no. As I said, we'll call it a paying forward for what someone did for me many years ago. Now give your garage a call," he demanded, passing Bryan his cell phone.
Bryan called and within fifteen minutes, his mechanic, George arrived. Bryan gave the mechanic his phone number and asked him to please call him once he finished with the car. George agreed and after the car was fastened on to his tow truck, George drove off.
"Now Bryan, what say we get you home and dried off," Christopher told him, tossing his arm over Bryan's shoulder and leading him to his car.
Once home, Christopher took in how immaculately kept the house was.
"You have a house keeper?" he asked.
"Not hardly, unless she wants to work for free. I do my own housework," he proudly said. "Why?"
"Your home is immaculate, Bryan. Most guys your age live in a pig pen, this is gorgeous."
"Thanks, but it was my parents, I grew up here. I inherited it after they_ well its mine now."
"How did you lose them, a car accident?"
"No, they worked in Tower One and_"
"Oh God Bryan, I'm so sorry for asking," Christopher said, pulling him into a hug.
He felt good in his arms, Christopher thought and then reality hit him, this young man might get the wrong impression.
"You go grab a warm shower and I'll make us coffee_ do you have coffee?" he asked and Bryan nodded.
"In the carousel beside the stove you'll find the coffee, they're k-cups for my coffee machine," he explained.
Bryan hurried down the hall to his bedroom, entered his private bath and turned on the shower on. He was cold from having been drenched thoroughly by the rain and he shivered as he began removing his clothes. He stepped into the shower, quickly washed and once dry, he pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs before heading to the laundry, where he tossed his wet clothes in the dryer.
When he arrived at the kitchen, he paused in the doorway and watched Christopher, who was bent over and looking in the refrigerator. Bryan liked what he saw, a hard, round ass that filled out the jeans nicely. He guessed that Christopher was in his late thirties at the most. He had coal black hair, no gray, so that told him that he was not old, and he wore it short, high and tight, like the Marines. His body was_ oh fuck what a body, it was tall and well muscled.
Christopher stood up and turned, his hands held the carton of eggs, cheese, a carton of cream and an onion as well as a green pepper.
"Oh_ I_I didn't hear you come in," Christopher stammered when he saw Bryan standing in the doorway wearing just a pair of boxer briefs.
"I just got here," he said, moving over to the island where Christopher had begun to cut up the onion and leaned with his hands on it.
"I thought that I would make you one of my famous omelets, but I didn't find any bacon, so onions and peppers will have to do," he said and looked at how nicely the briefs clung to Bryan's form.
He quickly turned around to find a pan.
"I have some bacon already cooked and chopped in the fridge," he told him, moving past Christopher to the refrigerator, his body brushing against Christopher's as he passed.
He bent over; Christopher's eyes drank in the beauty of the young man's ass as he moved things around to grab the container that had the bacon in it.
"How can I help," Bryan asked, after handing Christopher the bacon.
"You_ you can, ah_ oh fuck Bryan, don't you have a robe," Christopher asked abruptly, noticing how his cock showed against the soft cotton fabric.
"Huh_ oh sorry, I put my jeans and shirt in the dryer_ they were all that I had clean_ laundry day later," he explained. "I felt, seeing how we are both men, me wearing just my briefs until my clothes dried wouldn't bother you. Unless you're_" he let it hang, not daring to accuse or suggest.
"Unless I'm what, Bryan_ gay," he asked and Bryan nodded. "As a matter of fact I am, so I guess I should go, huh?" he turned and began to walk away.
Bryan reached out and grabbed him by the arm, "Christopher please don't go," and then, the omelet was the furthest thing from both of their minds.
Christopher turned to face him and pulled Bryan to him; the lad's naked chest crushed against the wall of Christopher's chest, muscles that were taut and honed. Even with his tee-shirt on, Christopher's muscles felt sleek, as if chiseled in granite, they were hot and very welcoming.
"I may not be a kid like you, but this old man can rock your world if you'll let me," Christopher said huskily.
"Age never bothered me, Christopher, and I am hardly a kid."
"Well compared to my ripe old age of thirty-seven, you are still a pup," Christopher whispered gutturally, his breath caressing Bryan as he spoke.
Christopher's palm cradled Bryan's cheek, and the other moved seductively down his back and cupped his left ass cheek. Bryan looked into Christopher's eyes, his own captured there as Christopher's fingers teased down Bryan's throat, brushed his collarbone, and found his nipple. His thumb and forefinger pinched it, twisting it until Bryan was grinding his crotch against Christopher's.
Bryan's breath caught, and he cast back his head to shriek, for so simple a touch seemed to rouse so much. Just a simple touch sent streaks of fire and light, as radiant as the sun, tearing through the length of him.
"Haven't you ever had anyone do this to you?" Christopher asked and all that Bryan could do was shake his head as Christopher once again made love to him with his mouth.
It was then that Bryan realized that all that occurred so far had been tease, a sample or prelude to better things to come, for his lips fell upon the very nipple that his fingers had been torturing. His tongue created strokes of lava fire around it, teasing the peak of his nipple to its full hardness before the caress of his mouth fastened around it. Bryan shivered, quaked, and as Christopher moved lower, Bryan realized that this was indeed a prelude to the ecstasy to come.
"Yes, that is where I want his hand to play, where his touch should probe_" he thought when Christopher's hand slid beneath his briefs and began caressing his hole.
Christopher had far exceeded all imagination that Bryan had had, concerning man sex. Christopher's fingers drew a trail, followed by the liquid paintbrush of his tongue, tending to ribs, brushing against Bryan's navel, laving a hip_ and then still lower. His tongue was a touch of fire, a stroke of silk, that was searing, damp wetness, giving, and yet demanding, as Bryan clung to Christopher's shoulders, fearing that he would fall and yet, he knew that he would not.
Christopher's fingers pulled the briefs down, Bryan stepped out of them as Christopher's tongue painted a pattern over Bryan's hips, gripped and held his ass, pulling him ever more tightly against the erotic raw seduction and carnal pleasure of his body, and in the end, Bryan cried out, falling despite himself. He fell forward into Christopher's embrace, dazed, in a state of intoxication no sweet amber liquor could ever bring.
He looked up into Aaron's face as Aaron lifted him, carried him from the kitchen, down the hall to the bed awaiting them in Bryan's bedroom. The awe he felt at that moment staving off embarrassment as his hand moved to caress Aaron's jaw. He felt wonder again, just at the proportions of it, and then the feel, slightly rough, of his shaven chin, and again at the strength of it, and the sleek bronze of it, the tautness of the skin_
Christopher stood beside the bed, every movement supple and controlled, as he shed shoes, socks and jeans, as well as his shirt. Christopher lay and watched him, mesmerized by each movement, each ripple of muscle, stretch of flesh. He had been like someone stunned, silent and unmoving, but when Christopher laid beside him and their eyes met, Bryan found a new life, the one that he had only dreamt about.
A small sound, deep and husky escaped his lips and he rose, eager to meet Christopher again, almost throwing himself against him, and burying his face against the wall of his chest, savoring the richness of him before pressing him back, fevered to respond to Christopher's every touch, caress.
Bryan wanted to know him, breathe him, feel him, it seemed imperative, an urgent drowning in a swell of sensation; Bryan wanted Christopher deep in his soul. There was that moment in his mind, Bryan thought this insane, it went against every grain of moral fiber that he had ever believed in, that he had ever imagined his first encounter with sex would be. They were strangers, two men that met when he was most vulnerable; Bryan thought but a moment and then quickly shoved such thoughts aside, because to Bryan, being with Christopher seemed the most ethical tenet in the world. It felt right, it was right, it was incredible, it was everything he had ever desired and more.
And so, Bryan teased and savored, admiring the curve of Christopher's calf, the ling of his thigh, the tautness of his ass and the musculature of his back. His spinal column was fascinating, and he explored with his fingers and kisses, as he adored his shoulders, abdomen, and below with the same preoccupation, until he was caught against Christopher with the unyielding strength of his arms.
Christopher brought Bryan beneath him, captured in the deep blue of his eyes. "I want you more than I want the air that I breathe," he whispered against Bryan's mouth.
"Take me, lover, I'm all yours," he whispered back.
In seconds, Christopher had Bryan's legs raised and had thrust deep within him, sunk into Bryan's being, and Bryan felt like he was being rendered apart.
"Oh God stop," he cried out as pain coursed through his body, threatening to plunge him into unconsciousness.
"What is it, Bryan," a confused Christopher asked.
"The pain_ I never imagined for a moment that it would feel like this," he cried, clinging to Christopher so tightly to prevent him from moving. "Your cock is so large, so thick," he cried out when he felt the softness of Christopher's pubes resting against his ass.
"Tell me that this is not your first time with a man," Christopher asked, but he already saw the painful answer in Bryan's tear filled eyes. "Why didn't you tell me that you were a virgin, I could have spared you this trauma, this pain," he added.
Bryan placed a finger against Christopher's lips, silencing him.
"Because I wanted it more than anything," he said, removing his finger and pulling Christopher into a kiss. "Make love to me," he added and then kissed him again.
Bryan felt like he was a delicate shell, cracked and shattered by that sudden intrusion, crystallized then and yet, he had been made into something new. Bryan's body arched and moved, so subtly at first that the rub against the most intimate of his flesh was like the sweetest taunting, and then it was as if the whole of the earth shook with the fervor and passion of his rhythm. He heard the clamor of the wind outside, but it was his own breath, the thunder of a storm was the cadence of his heart.
Sleek, damp with perspiration, earthy and real, Jason felt the scratch of Christopher's chest hair against the bareness of his chest, rubbing his nipples into hardness, and it, too, was arousing, and he felt the pounding reality of desire and instinct, along with the wonder of something that, to him, seemed so much more. Anchored to the bed, in the most natural of human needs, he felt, as if he were encapsulated in silver, something shimmering, better, and panting, still seeking the utmost oblivion.
It burst upon him with such a wave of force that he clawed at Christopher's back, bit into his shoulder, crying out despite himself, heedless that Christopher might or might not hear, because nothing existed but the sweet climax that erupted with volcanic force between their entwined bodies. Raw pleasure gripped him like a vise, allowing him to come down slowly, creating tremors in him like aftershocks as the last of his seed poured forth. He was then aware, excruciatingly aware of the moment when Christopher climaxed for it seemed that when his manhood couldn't get any bigger, it did, and it seemed that a flood of liquid fire washed throughout the length of him, as if it spread to his every limb_ to his mind and yes, into his soul.
It was then that Bryan heard his breath once again, felt the slightly roughness of bedspread against his nakedness, never torn from the bed in their sudden state of urgency. Bryan's cheek was slightly chafed, as was other parts of his skin where Christopher's five o'clock shadow had ventured, teased. His fingers went to his lips, they were swollen from his violent kisses, his thighs sore from being spread, and yet_
The drumming of his heart was low, extremely low, as Christopher pulled out his shrinking cock and rolled off to Bryan's side, not turning away from him or getting up, but pulling his body to him as their mouths met, tongues dueled in love's fevered kiss.
"Are you alright, Bryan?" he asked, pushing away an errant lock of hair from Bryan's forehead.
"No," Christopher's face showed his alarm. "I'm more than alright, I'm ecstatic with what we shared," he quickly added with a smile.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, but_"
"Shhh, I'm alright Christopher, we are alright," he told him as he placed his finger over Christopher's lips to still him. "It was so beautiful, more than I could ever have imagined or dreamt of."
"What now?" he asked, looking into the deep green of Bryan's eyes.
"Truthfully, if I could I would freeze this moment forever, demanding that time stand still, because what we shared went beyond a need or an urge, it went deeper, Christopher, it went into our souls."
"Would you mind translating that into English for this old man?" he asked Bryan who was still wrapped tightly in Christopher's arms.
"As much as I want to keep you for all time, I know that you must have obligations, so I won't ask."
They lay there staring into the depths of each others eyes as time did stop for them.
"Ask me_ tell me what is in your heart, Bryan."
"I want you and I to be more than two men that met, shared sex and moved on. I want to explore where we can go after this, although this is not how I imagined it."
"Tell me handsome, just how did you imagine it?"
"Well, I always thought that I would meet my man, get to know one another and after we had shared our hearts, then we would share our bodies and make love."
"Did I disappoint you?"
"No, Christopher, you did not disappoint me, you enthralled me. I will confess this to you, the man I imagined that I would spend my life with, he was older than I."
Christopher propped himself up on his elbows as he turned onto his stomach, his eyes locking onto those of Bryan. He lowered his mouth to his and kissed him before speaking.
"I know that we just met, but what I found and felt in you, with you, Bryan, it's destiny. My horoscope this morning said that my love life was about to take an abrupt turn for the better, that if I allowed my heart to guide me, it would lead me to my destined one."
He drew in a deep breath and after a soft kiss, he continued.
"I never read such rubbish, but yet_ here you are, here we are together."
"Mine did also, so tell me, do you believe in love at first sight?" Bryan asked, he cupped Christopher's face with his hands as he awaited his answer.
"Truthfully_ no, I always believed in lust at first sight, or that is how most men think, right. But when I pulled my car along side yours and I looked at you, I knew that 'here is my destiny'. I felt it deep in my heart, in my very soul, and when we made love, I felt our souls meld together," he finished.
They made love again and when they had finished, each fell asleep holding each other. When they awoke, they again made love, showered and it was then that Christopher left but promised to return.
"Right, you got what you wanted from me, so, so long sucker_" Bryan whispered, closed the door, locked it and as he slowly slid down it to the floor, he cried. "How could I have been so stupid, to give my love and body to a complete stranger," he asked himself aloud.
The phone rang a few hours later; it was George calling to tell him that his car was ready. George told him, after he explained that he had no way to pick it up, that he'd deliver it. An hour later, George and another mechanic, Bruce, dropped off his car.
"What'll I owe you, as if I can afford to pay you right now?"
"Nada, nothing, your buddy picked up the bill in full," he told him and after handing him the receipt. "Well have a good one kid," he said and left him standing there, alone.
"Ninety-four dollars and thirty-six cents," he muttered as he looked down at the receipt. "I guess that makes me one high priced whore,"
That night he barely slept, tossed and turned, Christopher's scent still lingered, keeping his mind replaying events of the day. He had just fallen asleep when the alarm went off.
"Great, first day at work and already I feel like shit," he grumbled as he tore himself from the bed and into the shower.
"May I help you?" an older woman asked, Bryan remembered the voice from when he had called the day before.
"Yes ma'am, I'm Bryan Albright, I'm here to student teach," he explained.
"Ah yes, the young man with the dead battery," she said with a warm smile. "Did you get your car fixed?" he nodded. "Well Mr. Williams' room is down the hall, turn right and it's the second door as you walk down that hall. He's here and expecting you," she told him and sent him on his way.
Bryan took his time as he walked, taking in the various showcases that held trophies, looked at a view bulletin boards before he finally reached the appointed room. The door was opened so he looked inside, the room was empty. He entered, set his bag down on a desk and just when he was about to return to the office, Mr. Williams entered the room.
"It's you_ Christopher, I_ I_" surprised beyond words, Bryan stood there spellbound.
"You are my student teacher?" he asked, standing but a breaths distance before Bryan.
"My turn to now ask you, disappointed?" he asked and Christopher shook his head.
"Never, you are my destiny. I never should have left you like I did, but_"
"Shhh, it doesn't matter, you have me for the next eight weeks," Bryan told him.
"I don't want you for just eight weeks, I want you forever," Christopher said, pulling him into his arms and storming Bryan's mouth with his. "I don't know how, but we will find a way for us to be us," he said.
"This time we do it right, I want you to court me, like my parents did, and theirs before them."
"I'd like that, Bryan. I would like that very much. So tell me, are you free for dinner tonight?"
"I am free for you for the rest of my life," Bryan replied and pulled away when the school bell rang.
They had just separated when the students began to enter the class room. Bryan turned and looked into the eyes of a Greek god, or so he appeared to be. But then, that is neither here no there for this story.