Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 09:38:09 -0400
From: writingbystealth@gmail.com
Subject: Sex Education - The First Assignment

The doorbell rang. This wasn't unexpected. The appointment was for 6 pm,
and it was already three minutes past. Typical teenage behavior, this lack
of punctuality. Hugh Edgeman checked his appearance in the long mirror he'd
inherited from his grandfather before opening the door. With a breath, he
pulled the door open, and greeted the boy standing there.

"Josh Powers," the name rolled off Hugh's tongue smoothly, "please, come
inside." The teen laughed a little but failed to smile. With a noticeable
hesitation, Josh slipped inside.

"Uh, I've got a pizza in the oven. My assignment says I'm supposed to feed
you. You like supreme?" Hugh led the way through the neutral-toned living
room, past a crown of thorns that was badly in need of attention, and into
the dining room. He pulled out a chair and waited.

Josh straggled behind under the pretense of removing his shoes, then
checking to make sure his faux-hawk was still in good condition. Finally,
with nothing left to forestall the evening's events, he followed in Hugh's
wake. He completely ignored the houseplant. After entering the dining room,
he looked around before answering the question lobbed at him seemingly
months ago. The table was set for two - even champagne flutes and a bottle.
There was even music playing... something instrumental, maybe...  Bach?
"Yeah, supreme's fine." The answer seemed out of place.

Puzzlement splashed across Hugh's face for a second before he connected
question and answer. Then, as if in response, he let go of the chair still
held out for Josh and went through a pair of teak saloon doors that
separated dining room and kitchen. Josh took his seat. A moment later, he
reached for the bottle sitting open on the table: sparkling grape juice. He
should have figured, he'd just turned 18 last week. Just then, Hugh burst
back into the room carrying a pizza aloft.

"Wow, Mr. Edgeman, that smells great."

"Thanks, Josh, but you're supposed to call me Hugh for tonight." Hugh
served them each a large slice of the steaming pizza.

"Yeah, about that, I'm not so sure I want to go through with it. Don't you
think it's a bit weird?" The last bit was a bit muffled around a mouthful.
Josh was pointedly looking at everything in the room that was not Hugh
Edgeman.

For his part, Hugh was taking it easy. He didn't answer right away, instead
choosing to slowly chew his food, and his thoughts.

"Well, it isn't really up to either of us to decide, is it? I have my
assignment, and it's you. You won't graduate without my signature-"

"Couldn't you just sign the stupid form without us having to do anything?
No one will know the difference." Josh's pizza sat on his plate with only
one large bite out of it.

Hugh put his slice down as well, and looked Josh square in the eye. "Do we
forget so quickly, Mr. Powers, what we learned in Biology? I remember a
young freshman who wanted to retake his mid-term because he hadn't bothered
to take his study guide to a swim meet and therefore hadn't been able to
study. Do you remember if the rules were bent for that young freshman?"

"No, sir, there is a reason behind every rule."

"There is. I know for a fact that the reasons behind the particular rules
that prescribe our behavior tonight have already been explained to
you. Now, finish your pizza."

Hugh and Josh ate the rest of their meal in relative silence. Hugh poured
the sparkling juice for the two of them, and they drank it. When the food
was gone, Hugh asked Josh to clean up, and the teen complied. They met
again in the living room, Hugh was busy lighting the last of five candles
when Josh came in.

"Do you have your form with you, Josh?" Hugh set down the lighter.

"Yeah," Josh fumbled in his back pocket, "it's right here." The paper had
been folded several times, but it wasn't in bad shape.

"Did you have an idea about how you'd like to go through them?" Hugh
flattened the paper on the coffee table and moved a pen that had been
sitting there on top of it.

"Not really, just, in order, maybe?"

"You're blushing, Josh." Hugh walked around the coffee table and to the
hallway. "We should distract you. Do something mindless. Let's brush our
teeth. This way." Hugh was off down the hallway, which, after a moment,
brightened with the flick of a light switch.

"I didn't bring a toothbrush." Josh followed anyway.

"Don't worry, I have an extra you can use."

They brushed their teeth in decreasingly awkward companionship. By the time
they'd both spit and rinsed their mouths out, Josh had calmed down. He
leaned back against the open door of the bathroom, "so, for the first
thing, do I do it or do you, or do we do it at the-" Hugh interrupted Josh
by pressing his lips to the teenager's. Josh immediately stopped talking
and followed along. After a few seconds, his tongue made its way in between
the lips of the older man, separated them, and dove into Hugh's mouth,
searching for it knew not what.

They kissed for a while in the bathroom. Hugh pressed Josh back against the
door, almost pinning him, while Josh let his hands roam over Hugh's
body. His hands started clasped behind Hugh's head, tousling the hair. Then
they careened down past his neck and across his back. Hugh wasn't in bad
shape, Josh could easily make out the muscles of Hugh's back as they worked
to hold Josh in place.

Apparently on cue, they moved suddenly, in unison, out of the bathroom and
further down the hallway, discarding clothing along the way. Josh had
trouble with the buttons keeping Hugh's shirt together, so Hugh helped him
with that. At the edge of the bed, their lips finally broke apart to allow
for Josh's shirt to come off. Hugh did the honors, his one hand running up
the sides of Josh's lean torso, along his up-stretched arms and finally
away, the shirt falling unnoticed to the ground as its wearer was picked up
and lowered onto the bed.

Hugh broke the kiss and stepped back. "I am required by the State of
Michigan to formally ask if I have your consent to continue this practical
experience course mandated by the Department of Education." Josh panted,
trying to catch his breath. His chest was already glistening with a sheen
of sweat. Hugh stood there, waiting, clad only in a pair of red
boxer-briefs with seagulls patterned across them.

"Yeah," Josh finally managed to get out. He sat up and tugged Hugh's briefs
down, a beautiful cock sprang out and he grabbed it with both hands. "It's
so warm... and soft... and hard."

Hugh kicked his underpants away from his feet and put his hands on
Josh's. "Go ahead, Josh, do whatever you want. This is what tonight is all
about."

Josh did whatever he wanted. He wanted to feel the velvety shaft of Hugh's
cock. He wanted to breathe in the strange new smell emanating from Hugh's
package. He wanted to reach around and squeeze Hugh's firm ass cheeks. He
wanted to wrap his lips around that cock and pull it into him.


Time seemed to warp. Instead of seconds ticking by, it was now measured in
thrusts. Hugh's cock head glided past Josh's lips, down across his tongue,
and then pressed against the back of his throat, then it journeyed back up
to the lips. The thrusts were separated by Josh almost kissing the tip of
Hugh's penis. Then it went back in again.

The flexing gluteal muscles felt hot under Josh's sweaty palms, but he
wanted more. He sent his hands up Hugh's back, as far as he could reach,
then down the legs, every muscle of this man was focused on pistoning his
cock in and out of the teenager's mouth.


Suddenly no longer satisfied with the face-fucking, Josh pulled away and
looked up at his teacher. Hugh bent down, shoving his tongue into the boy's
mouth while he repositioned, Josh's legs now on either side of Hugh's
waist. They ground their pelvises together in unison. Hard cock rubbed
against hard cock. Both of them moaned. Josh bent his waist, his teacher's
cock now pointed at his virgin hole.


Hugh paused a moment, and reached into the nightstand. Josh suddenly
noticed his surroundings again. He'd been lost in the ecstasy of two bodies
mingling. Panting a bit, he saw past the glistening body of his teacher, he
saw the discarded clothing strewn over the hardwood floor of the
bedroom. He saw the candles flickering from the nightstand and the dresser
and several other places, then Hugh's voice grabbed his attention again,
and all he could see was Hugh and himself, caught up in an erotic ballet.

"Would you put this condom on me?" The proffered condom was already out of
its package. Josh took it and placed it on the tip of the cock that he
wanted so badly to feel inside of him. Hugh put his hand over the boy's and
helped him unroll the condom. In a minute they had it all the way on, and
Hugh was squeezing a bottle of lube over his gloved member and their two
hands. The liquid ran down the shaft, making it look polished, perhaps even
shellacked. Hugh had a handful of excess that he rubbed into the boy's
hole. His fingers played with the sensitive sphincter.

A sharp intake of breath marked the first time anything had gone IN Josh's
rear end. His eyes went wide and his mouth seemed stuck open. Hugh stopped
and waited, his hands gripped the boy at the waist and the shoulder. Josh's
legs squeezed Hugh's midsection. After a moment, he pushed himself further
down Hugh's shaft, skewering himself an inch at a time.


Hugh struggled with holding back. This was the best sex he'd had in a
while, the boy's ass held his cock so well, and it was obvious that Josh
was enjoying himself.

Without warning, cum started spewing out of Josh's cock. He hadn't been
touching it, nor had Hugh. It just started, and Josh's face lit up, his ass
clenched even more around Hugh's member. All of this was too much for Hugh;
he thrust as far as he could into Josh's ass and came himself - his whole
body shook three times as the orgasm washed over him.

Josh was in a bit of a daze for the next few minutes. He noticed Hugh
pulling the condom off of his cock, he knew he walked to the shower, but he
didn't really come to his senses until the water started streaming down his
body. He and Hugh were in the shower together, and Hugh was beginning to
wash the sweat, lube and cum off of his skin. The experience was familiar
enough - Josh having been on the swim team - that his body sort of knew
what to so without his brain telling it. Josh had already soaped up and was
ready to rinse off.

Hugh turned the water off and opened the shower curtain. He stepped out,
Josh couldn't help but notice the muscle definition of his backside.


After the shower, they dressed, then returned to the sofa in the living
room and the assignment sheet.

"Same-sex kissing... check," Hugh spoke as he made quick marks on the
assignment sheet, "student-delivered of male genitalia... check, same-sex
manipulation of student genitalia... check, student-delivered fellatio...
check, student-centered oral sex... hmmm, it seems we've missed a couple of
these."

The two looked at each other and eventually smiled. Hugh made a few more
marks, "student received anal intercourse, student experienced orgasm with
same-sex partner, and that seems like it." Hugh handed the sheet back to
Josh, who folded it and shoved it back in his pocket. "Looks like we'll
need another night to finish up."

"Yeah, can we do it tomorrow night?" Josh ran his hand through his hair.

"Sure, Josh," they stood up and walked to the door, "see you tomorrow
night." Hugh held the door open for the teenager. Josh dawdled at the
threshold.

"Thanks, Mister Edgeman." He grabbed Hugh's face and kissed him once
again. "I mean Hugh."

With that, Josh walked out of the house.


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