Mr. Taylor

I was in Mr. Taylor's English class, struggling with the new assignment
we were just given.  It was 11th grade honors English course, and I
hadn't paid attention to the lecture before, so I didn't know what to do.
 Mr. Taylor passed my desk and saw that I didn't have anything
accomplished. 
"Having problems, Trevor?" he asked.
"Some." I replied, acting casually.
"Would you like to stay after school to see if I can help you out?"
"Well, yeah, if you could." I said.  This was the last class period of
the day, so that would be good.
Mr. Taylor was really cool.  He was really open-minded and nice to all of
 his students.  I really liked him.  Plus, he was gorgeous.  He had
medium-brown hair,  prominent cheek bones, a strong jaw, and a great,
muscular body.  He wasn't a muscle god or anything, but I would kill to
see him with his shirt off. His ass was a sight for sore eyes, as well. 
He was young, too, just three years out of college, making him about 28. 
I had lusted after him for quite a while, and this after-school session
excited me.
The bell rang, and all the students began filing out the door, except me.
 I waited until all that was left in the room was me and Mr. Taylor.  I
went up to his desk and sat down in the chair he had beside it.  I told
him what I specifically didn't understand, and he began helping me.  I
was having trouble concentrating on what he was saying, and caught myself
staring at him.
"What seems to be the problem, Trevor?" Mr. Taylor asked suddenly.
"Uh, nothing, why?"
"Well, I think I know what the problem is, and it certainly doesn't look
like nothing.  Anything but!"  he said.
I followed his eyes to my crotch where my eight inch cock was rock hard
in my jeans.  I started blushing and began picking up my things.
"Hey, no, I didn't mean to embarrass you.  I understand, it happens to
everyone," he said understandingly, "Sit down."
I sat, my books covering my crotch.  I bit my lip, waiting for him to
speak again.
"Trevor, are you turned on by me?" he said softly.
I shook as I nodded, biting my lip harder to repress a tear of
embarrassment.  I had never admitted my homosexuality to anyone before,
and this was really hard.
He sighed.  "Son, that's ok.  A lot of us guys have feelings like that,
and it takes real courage to admit it.  C'mere."
He pulled me close to him in a tight embrace.  I pressed my cheek against
his chest, feeling safe and secure, and yet scared.  I spoke, "Mr.
Taylor, I've had feelings for you for a long time, but I just don't know
how to express them. " I pulled away. "I need to get home.  I think I've
got this homework.  Thanks."  I began gathering up my books.
Then I felt his hand on mine.
"Stay, can't you?" he whispered.
I looked into his eyes and was mesmerized by his firm gaze.  
"I want you to, really I do." he said.
I managed to break a slight smile and nod my head.
His beautiful face broke into a grin.  "Good.  Hang on a sec."  He walked
over to the classroom door and locked it. There were no windows in the
classroom.  I began feeling expectant.  Was this going to be a man to man
talk, or a man to man experience?   I hoped for the latter.
He walked up to me, and grasped my shoulders.  "You say you want me? 
Well, go ahead."  I looked into his eyes and knew I wanted him badly.  He
leaned down and placed a kiss on my mouth.  A long hard kiss.  His tongue
forced it's way into my mouth, and it felt wonderful.  I closed my eyes
and breathed in his sweet scent.  My hands reached around and grasped his
firm, muscular buttocks, squeezing and massaging them.  The kiss broke
off and I stared into his eyes as I began to unbutton his shirt.  The
feeling I had at that moment was indescribable.  I finished unbuttoning
his shirt and pulled it off of him, revealing his undershirt, tight and
defining his muscles.  I pulled that off as well and simply stared at 
his beautiful torso.  I put my hand on his sides and began giving his
chest attention, sucking on the area of it, licking and nibbling.   He
began to pull my shirt off and I stood up straight to help him.  Then I
began tearing at my belt to release my straining cock.  I sat down and
tore my shoes and socks off and quickly pulled off my jeans, leaving me
in only a pair of boxers from which my member protruded out through the
fly.  I stood to see him pull off his pants slowly. I saw his silk boxers
and his dick tenting up inside of them.  I dove for those boxers, pulling
them down to reveal a perfect, nine inch circumcised dick, nesting in a
thick bush of dark brown hair.  Mr. Taylor sat on the ground, and I
knelt, engulfing his cock into my mouth.  His hands roamed down my back
and rubbed my sides, a groan of pleasure escaping his mouth.  I bobbed up
and down on his beautiful dick, licking, sucking, and nursing all of the
precum out of it.  He moaned with pleasure again and pressed my face into
his crotch, rubbing my head.  The huge dick forced its way down my
throat.  I sucked and licked all up and down the shaft of his member, and
then, he pulled my head off.  He told me to lay down on the ground.  I
did so, face-up, and he pulled off my boxers.  Then he lifted my legs and
lowered his head to meet my asshole.  He forced his tongue inside and I
felt intense pleasure as he began tongue-fucking me, sucking and licking
my ass.  Then he was up straight on his knees.  A wild gleam was in his
eyes as he lowered his dick to meet my hole.  My legs were wide open to
receive him.  He didn't hesitate, and pushed the head of his nine inches
of pure manly cock inside me.  I bit my lip in pain, and reached for his
hands.  They were sweaty and hot, and I grasped on to them as he slowly
began pushing his cock into me, deeper and deeper, until it was buried
inside me up to the hilt.  He leaned forward and lay on top of me, his
dick still inside me.  He began thrusting motions and we began to kiss
passionately.  Pain and intense pleasure mixed as he increased his speed
and intensity.  I could feel him inside me, and the feeling was great. 
He made me feel important, and I was glad I could cause him to feel
pleasure.  We kissed and caressed and sucked each other's body parts. 
Then he gave one hard shove, and I gasped as I felt him explode into
massive orgasm.  Wave after wave of hot cum poured into my stretched ass.
 I gripped his biceps as I almost reached orgasm myself.  He lifted off
of me, and I placed my mouth on his glistening cock and milked the last
of the cum from it.  Then he laid on his stomach and I looked at his
muscular back and beautiful ass.  I buried my face into his sweet ass and
bathed his hole with my saliva.  I moved so my face was even with his
neck and my cock probed his hole.  I didn't need lube; we were both very
sweaty and my spit was all over his ass.  I slid my dick in slowly.  My
mouth attacked his neck and shoulders, furiously sucking and licking.  My
hands were grasping his upper chest and I commenced fucking him slowly. 
I increased speed and sucked his neck, nibbling.  I massaged his chest
and sides as I built towards orgasm.  Suddenly, I grasped his sides hard
and bit down on his neck.  He moaned and I yelled as I shot my load into
his ass.  I thought I would never stop shooting but finally I did.  I
pulled my near-flaccid cock from him and rolled off.  I stared at the
ceiling, breathing hard and reviewing what had just happened in my head. 
All of a sudden I saw Mr. Taylor's face above mine, and he lowered his
head to take me in a long, passionate kiss.  A tear rolled slowly down my
cheek.
"What's the matter, Trev?"  Mr. Taylor asked.
"You just make me feel so important, so wanted, and that's something that
I'm not sure I've ever felt before," I replied.
He sat me up and hugged me hard.  "Trevor,  you are important, and
special, and I want you to know that I love you."  I smiled at him
through my tears.
"Thanks.  You don't know what that means to me." I said.
We both got up and began pulling our clothes on.  When we were fully
dressed and standing, Mr. Taylor began rubbing the back of his neck,
where I had bit him.
"You've got one strong mouth there, guy."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I said, but he cut me off.
"Don't apologize.  Your mouth is perfect."  With that, he pressed his
lips against mine in a meaningful kiss.  I broke it off, and smiled at
him. 
 "I gotta get going." I said softly.
"I understand.  See you tomorrow."
"All right, bye Mr. Taylor."
"Oh, and Trev?"
"Yeah?"
"Call me Lance."
I grinned and walked out the door, knowing a very special friendship was
budding between my English teacher and I.