Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 14:04:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Sean Hardy Subject: Summer with Mr. Hamilton Part Five The last days of summer vacation flew past us at super speed and it was suddenly the day before school was to start. I hadn't gotten to spend as much time at the Hamilton's as I normally had been. I would bring it up and my mother would insist on just inviting AJ over instead of constantly imposing on Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. I really could not argue that the reason I wanted to be there was to hopefully have some more playtime with Mr. Hamilton. I couldn't tell AJ anything different either and he was happy for a change of scenery. My mother was hardly ever home so we spent the majority of our time locked away in my bedroom perfecting the art of teenage fucking. I'll admit that things could have been worse, but it bothered me that Mr. Hamilton hadn't spoken to me since the night he'd practically raped my mouth there in the hallway only hours after I'd let AJ fuck me for the first time. I didn't know if he were angry or ashamed or what. I just knew that something was wrong. He would drive AJ over to my house and barely make eye contact with me.. He mumbled hello one time and then quickly sped off down the street. AJ pressed the issue a few times that I acted like something was wrong but I couldn't tell him anything so I just tried to pass it off as not being ready for summer to end. I was torn between my feelings for AJ and for that of his father. I'd been friends with AJ for as long as I could remember and I loved messing around with him. It had been a fantasy for months and the new found closeness between us was something that I enjoyed very much. I also couldn't deny that I craved the man who had created my best friend. I needed him like a bad addition, it was wrong and it was ultimately never going to have a happy ending, but I craved it like a junkie. .... It was two weeks into the school year when I saw Mr. Hamilton again. I was coming out of the boy's bathroom on the second floor of the school during the middle of class. The hallways were deserted since fifth period still had about thirty minutes left and I slowly walked back to class, hoping to kill as much time as possible. Mrs. Larson was in her late eighties most likely and had trouble staying awake in class, as did her students. I was in no hurry to return to that boring class. I turned the corner towards my classroom and nearly ran into Mr. Hamilton. I stopped before I realized who I had nearly collided with and then looked up at him. If it were a movie, things would have been in slow motion because it felt like hours before he actually acknowledged me. "Hi Jake. "He said and looked around the corridor. "What are you doing here Mr. Hamilton? "I asked trying to remain as formal as I could. "The nurse called and said that April was running a fever and that someone needed to come pick her up early. "He explained. "Oh. "I replied. "Shouldn't you be in class? "He asked me. "I'm on my way back, as if Mrs. Larson would even notice I was gone. "I said dryly. "That old bat still teaches here? "He asked. "If you can call it teaching. "I replied. "I think she was about a hundred when I was in school here. "Mr. Hamilton joked. The tension between us eased up a little and I suddenly wanted to ask him if I had done something wrong. I knew it wasn't the time or the place, but I needed answers. "I'm sorry. "He said in almost a whisper. "For what? "I asked, checking again to make sure the halls were still empty. "I should have called or something. " "I just didn't know if I had done something. "I said. "No kid, it's all me. I'm the one who's fucked up. "He replied. I heard a door open down the hall and we both jumped. I thought about just going back to class and hoping we would continue the conversation later, but my judgment had never been that great in the first place. "In here. "I whispered and opened the door behind me. Mr. Hamilton looked at me and then darted into the vacant classroom with me. Our art teacher was out sick for the week and all her classes had been cancelled. We had been reporting to study hall instead of the art room since Monday. "Jake, we really shouldn't be in here. "Mr. Hamilton said as he closed the door behind him. "Don't worry, there isn't a class in here. "I replied and walked towards the back of the room. The art room itself was pretty large, but it also has several supply closets that were open to the students for whatever materials were needed. I opened the door to one of the larger closets and waved for Mr. Hamilton to follow me. He looked around and then walked inside. "I cannot get caught in here Jake! "He scolded. I shut the closet door and locked it from the inside. "You won't get caught, besides, there is a lock and like I told you, the classroom isn't being used right now. " "I need to get to the office and pick up April. " "This won't take long. I just want to talk. "I said, knowing that it was a lie the second it left my mouth. He looked about as nervous and uncomfortable as I had been the first time we had fooled around. I fought the urge to make a joke and instead just crossed the small room and leaned into him. He went stiff at first, fighting me a little, but I made him move up against the wall and then ran my hand up his slacks until I found him growing hard beneath them. "Jake we absolutely cannot do this here! "He said as he pushed me back.. "Please. "I said with my best pouty face. "Do you understand how much trouble we could be in if someone unlocked that door? " "Nobody is unlocking that door. "I said. I thrust myself against him again and reached up to bring his face down to meet mine. He tried to pull back, but my lips touched his and he gave up the fight, prying my lips open to invade my mouth with his tongue. He let out of a soft groan as I squeezed his now rock hard dick through his pants. I undid the buckle on his belt and shoved his pants and underwear down in one quick motion. They fell around his ankles and his cock smacked against my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pulled it up and down. "Oh fuck kid, what are you doing to me? "He called out. "Fuck me. "I whispered into his ear as I kissed his neck and playfully nipped at his earlobe. "Jake...I... " He fought the words and suddenly it all changed. He spun me around so fast that I nearly lost my balance. There was a small table in front of me that held ceramic pots and dishes that had been drying. I pushed some of them aside with my hands and then clutched the edge of the table. He reached around and undid my jeans and pushed them down, taking my boxer briefs with them. My dick was hard and throbbed as it slapped against the table. "I don't have anything kid. "He said. "It's okay. "I said, despite every safe sex lesson I had ever read. I knew I should have said no, but I trusted Mr. Hamilton and to be honest I didn't care at that particular moment. He spit in his hand and then lubed up my ass with it. I felt a finger slide into my hole and thrust inside. I pushed against him, fucking his finger. Mr. Hamilton removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock in a matter of seconds. It felt familiar, yet I still gripped the table as he pushed into me. He didn't go slowly this time, didn't ask if I were okay, he just worked himself into me fast and almost a little rough. I let out a loud moan and his hand came up and clamped over my mouth and then moved up into my hair. He tugged onto my shaggy blonde strands and slid in as far as he could go and then pulled out, this time nearly slamming back into me. I lunged forward into the table as he repeated his action over and over. My dick ached for release and I managed to free a hand and stroke myself while he franticly pounded me. I squeezed him hard every time he had his length inside me and he would grit his teeth and curse. Without any warning, he pulled himself out of me and I felt him cum all over my exposed back. He pumped out a good three or four loads that splattered onto me and then I heard him sigh in relief. He waited a few seconds and then turned me around and instantly went down to his knees and took me in his mouth. He worked his tongue over my swollen dick and within a few seconds I was cumming down his throat. He sucked me dry and then milked my shaft with his fist, draining me. I leaned back against the table and tried to catch my breath, sweat dripping from my hair and onto my face. Mr. Hamilton sat back onto the floor for a few minutes and then stood back up, bring his pants up with him and redoing his belt. He smoothed out his hair and then leaned in and kissed me. I could still taste myself on his tongue. I grabbed a stray rag that was lying on the table and whipped his cum from my back and then pulled my pants up and fastened the button. I swept my hand across my face to catch the sweat and then just stood there for a second. Mr. Hamilton laughed softly and rolled his eyes at me. "What? "I asked. "I can't believe I just fucked you in a classroom at my old high school. I had fantasized about it all the time when I was your age, just not with someone like you. "He said with a smile. "You are a bad boy Jakey, you'll get me into trouble. "He added as he kissed me again. The bell signaling the end of fifth period rang throughout the school and we both froze for a second. "Wait about ten minutes and the halls will be clear again.. "I said. He nodded his head and I unlocked the closet door and exited out into the empty classroom. I checked myself out in a mirror that was near the door to the art room and made sure I didn't look like a mess. Satisfied with how I appeared, I slowly opened the door to the classroom and moved into the sea of high school students walking up and down the halls. I started back towards Mrs. Larson's room and figured that I could just sneak in and retrieve my books without being noticed. My plan went well and the ancient woman didn't even look up from her desk. I grabbed my books and my backpack and then headed back out into the crowded halls. I made my way past the nurse's office and took note of April Hamilton slouching in a chair. I felt just a small twang of guilt for causing her father to be delayed, but then I smiled and fought the urge to laugh. Later in the day I would run into AJ and he told me that April had went home sick and that she was pissed because it had taken their dad nearly an hour to come pick her up. I just rolled my eyes as we normally did over his sister's dramatic antics.