Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2008 19:54:46 EST
From: Hop45@aol.com
Subject: Biology Teacher Ch 2

The Biology Teacher
Chapter 2  Paul's Dad
By Awesome Art

I have appreciated all the response to Chapter 1 with its introduction of
Paul and David.  Many have been anxious to hear about Paul's dad so here it
is.  Please keep up your comments; I respond.  Hop45@aol.com

Paul's Dad

The summer after my taking my first teaching job had flown by too quickly.
My favorite student (and now lover) was headed off to MSU to start his
college education.  Over the summer, we had managed to get away together
several times and our love and passion grew with each meeting.  Our last
night in my apartment was especially poignant as we lay in bed kissing,
cuddling, and chatting.

In our relationship, I had started out as the top and, although not a
dominance issue, we naturally fell into that pattern.  I loved having Paul
on his back under me as I slowly slipped into his hot ass.  I would lean
down and kiss him deeply as we fell into our passionate rhythm.  Paul is a
moaner and he would get louder and louder as his climax neared.  I would
hear a shout and his ass muscles would contract up and down my cock.  That
would send me over the edge and I'd bathe his chute with my hot cum.

On this last night, I decided it was time to switch roles.  So, as we got
into position with Paul on his back and me on top, he lifted his legs up
for the usual assault.  Instead of the normal pattern, I pushed his legs
down and quickly crawled up his torso.  The surprised look on his face
changed to a grin as I quickly impaled myself on his rigid cock.  Since I
had not been a bottom for over a year, I prepared myself in advance by
stretching my hole and liberally dousing it with good lube.  Anyway, it
felt wonderful as I slowly raised and lowered my body.  Paul came alive and
started thrusting his hips in response to my movements.  Very soon he
tensed up and shot a huge load deep in me.  It was a great finale to our
summer.

Well, this was supposed to be about Paul's dad.  So, back to the topic.
Paul left for school the last week of August.  Fortunately, I was working
on my doctorate at MSU and had an excuse to go there almost every weekend.

About the middle of September, I got a call from Paul's dad John.  The rest
of his family was gone to see his in-laws, and he was left to mind the
place and do the chores alone.  He had pulled a muscle in his back and
wondered if I could give him a hand with some hay bales.  I was happy to
help since the family had been wonderful to me and John was a great guy.

As soon as school was over, I jumped in my car and drove to the farm.  John
met me at the door to the barn and thanked me for coming.  He seemed to be
moving around pretty well but I did not think to question his story.  We
climbed the latter to the loft and I threw down about 10 bales to feed the
cattle.  I glanced over at the site of Paul's hideaway and wondered what
would happen when the supporting bales were finally removed.

After the work was finished, John said he wanted to show me something and
walked over to the hideaway.  He reached up, pulled out a clump of hay, and
said, "Look through here."  I complied and could see a perfect view of
Paul's room.  I started to get a little worried but managed to blurt out,
"That looks like a cozy spot.  Did one of the kids do that?"

John smiled at me and nodded.  Then he related that he had followed Paul
and me up to the loft one day last spring and wondered where we had gone.
He kept hearing moaning sounds and finally found the peek hole.  Apparently
he had watched me screwing his son and decided not to stop us but to deal
with it later.

John continued, "I didn't know what to do.  Obviously, you two were deeply
in love or at least lust and there was not much I could do about that at
this late time.  I tried to forget it but the vision had been seared into
my brain and has brought out old feelings that I thought were long gone.
You see in the army I had a special friend Jerry and we had had an amazing
love affair (another story).  When I was released, I came home, married
Jenny, and fell into my family life, which I loved.  Jerry attended my
wedding but, after that, we lost touch and his memory slowly faded away
until I saw you two."

"After all these months of restlessness and frustration, I decided I had
three choices: 1) pretend I never saw it and let it go; 2) turn you in to
the police; or 3) take advantage of the situation to relieve my pent up
passion.  Number 1 did not work since I have been waking up every night
with a massive hard on and wild images flowing through my brain.  Number 2
won't work since I would destroy not only you but also my son and my whole
family.  Therefore, we're down to number 3.  If you agree with me, step
into the hideaway and strip off all your clothes."

I was shaking and not sure if this was a joke or what.  I looked at John
and saw that he had a serious, no nonsense look on his face and a
noticeable bulge in his pants.  Oh my god!  What have I gotten myself into?
Is he going to kill me or beat me?  I looked again at him and he waved his
hand toward the secret opening.

"I'm so sorry.  I didn't want it to happen but couldn't stop it.  Just so
you know that I love Paul and would never, ever do anything to hurt him.
Please forgive me."

"I know all that and that is why I've chosen number 3 instead of killing
you, an alternative which entered my head.  So get your sorry ass in the
room and strip now.

You might try to run or scream for help but I think you know that won't
work on many levels"

I quickly made my way to our room of love and prepared for the unknown.  I
saw the afternoon light was filtering through the roof and the room emitted
its normal warmth.

Everything looked the same except for a black bag that was sitting in the
corner.  I hesitated but began to strip off my clothes as John sat on the
quilt and watched intently.

I got down to my briefs and socks and hesitated.  He said, "You can leave
on the socks but throw me the briefs."  I complied and watched as John held
the briefs to his nose, closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply with a soft
moan.

John went to the bag and started pulling out things.  First, he brought out
two strips of an old sheet that he tied around each wrist.  Then he pulled
out a rope and threw it deftly over a low hanging beam.  He then tied the
two cloth strips together and bound them to one end of the rope.  The other
end he pulled and lifted my arms over my head until I was just short of
being suspended.

"Now I think I'll get a little more comfortable."  John started stripping
in front of me and removed everything except his socks.  When he stood up
after dropping his boxers, I saw what a fine looking specimen he was.  His
only resemblance to Paul was in his muscular upper torso.  Otherwise, one
would not expect the relationship.  John was about 6'2", maybe 220 pounds,
with the fully muscled body of a hard-working man.  His reddish brown hair
was complemented by a very furry red thatch that covered his chest, legs,
arms, and crotch.  His cock hung about ½ hard and was impressive.  He was
uncut but the foreskin was almost translucent and it only accentuated the
ridge of his massive head.  Paul certainly did not inherit John's cock
girth but the length would have to be reviewed later.  The show was having
an effect on me and I started to swell.

"This is not for your enjoyment and I see your getting hard.  We'll have to
deal with that."  With that, he took a paddle out of the bag and gave my
cock 2 painful swats.  I screamed out and John laughed.  Next, he took two
clothespins and attached them to my nipples.  The pain was intense but it
quickly faded.  Then he took a leather strap and tied it tightly around my
sac just above my balls.  Two weights were hung from the strap and my bag
stretched out.  He then took out an elastic cock ring and slipped it up my
member.  Did he linger as he held my cock?  I think so.  At this point my
body was experiencing all kinds of new sensations—some were painful,
some pleasurable.  I was just starting to adjust to these new feeling when
the first slap hit my ass.  The paddle flew back and forth about twenty
times as I screamed in pain.

"Now, do you have anything to say?"  John said as he stepped in front of me
to observe my swollen cock and my tortured body.  "I can see what Paul was
so enthralled with now; it's a nice piece of meat.  Too bad you decided to
violate my boy."

"I'm so sorry.  What can I do?"

"You can spread your legs and take it like a man."  John replied as he
paraded in front of me and thrust his now engorged cock in my direction.
He was the vision of a Viking warrior raping the countryside.

"I hope you've allowed my boy to stretch you out a little.  Otherwise, this
might hurt but, of course, I don't care."  I thought back to our last night
together and was grateful that I had decided to let Paul fuck me.

John walked behind me and swatted my ass a couple more times.  Then he
pushed my legs apart and pulled his body against me.  Despite the anxiety,
his furry body felt fabulous pressed up against my whole backside.  I could
feel his hard cock slipping between my legs and under my balls.

"Oh yes, you will be a great fuck.  I can tell.  I've applied just enough
lube to get past your ring but then I want it to burn as I slip in deeply.
Without pause, John plowed in as I screamed in pain.  After a short pause
with his cock buried to the hilt, he started a slow full withdrawal and
repenetration.  I had almost fainted from the pain but now was beginning to
enjoy the slow thrusting.  My screams turned to moans and John started
biting on my neck.  My whole body was in sensory overload.  This
combination of pain and pleasure was something I had never experienced and
it was overpowering.

John's rate started to pick up and he plowed harder and deeper.  Suddenly
he froze and I knew it was about over.  He let out a yell and hot sperm
coated my insides.  "Now you have a sample of where Paul came from, you
slut."

John slowly came down and slipped out of me.  He fell to the quilt and lay
quietly.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was still
breathing and his massive erection was now back to normal.  I panicked a
little thinking about what would happen if he had a heart attack and the
two of us were found days later in this bazaar arrangement.

But finally he arose and walked in front of me.  He snickered at my rigid
cock and swollen sac and he stroked both roughly.  "I guess its time for
your release and it will happen on several levels."  He slowly undid the
clothespin from my left nipple.  The dull ache was suddenly replaced with a
burn as the blood raced back in.  The nub of the nipple stood out like
never before.  John then leaned in, gently licked the nipple, and then
sucked on it.  The pain was quickly replaced by intense pleasure.  The
process was repeated on my other nipple and the effect was to send a load
of precum out the head of my pulsating cock.

Next, John leaned down and took the swollen head into his mouth and sucked
gently.  With his hands he untied the constraint around my sac and my balls
slammed up against my cock base and I erupted over and over with ropes of
cum.  My feet gave way and I was hanging by my arms, completely spent and
relieved.

John released my bonds and we fell onto the quilt in each other's arms.
His body was pressed on top of mine and he locked my mouth in a deep and
probing kiss.  He broke away from the kiss and said, "That was so good; I
needed it badly.  When I call you, day or night, I want you here and
ready."

I smiled at him and replied, "Anytime."

(Hope you liked it.  Remember to write your comments.  If you like my story
telling, check out "Steve and Mario" in beginnings in December, 2007.
Hop45@aol.com)