Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2018 08:23:57 -0500
From: Michael Stevens <stevens.mickey@gmail.com>
Subject: Teaching Tony Ch 1

This is the first draft of a story that is complete and total fiction
except for a few details.

I would appreciate any sort of feedback, either stylistic or grammatical.
In future chapters, Tony and Tom will get together, of course. Stay tuned
for more details.

TEACHING TONY   Ch 1    Student and Teacher

By Michael Stevens


On the first day of school, as Gary Blake scrolled through the information
about his homeroom students, he noticed that one of them lived fairly close
to his house. When the student turned out to be a very handsome young man
named Tony, Mr Blake wondered where that closeness could lead . There might
be all sorts of ways a lad of his age might be put to use, but some of them
were illegal, so he pushed them all aside. He valued is job.

Tony was also in Mr Blake's English class, so they were going to be seeing
each other frequently throughout the year. It only took a few days of
school for the teacher to discover that he had a very bright and eager
student in Tony. Always prepared and aways thinking, the boy was a
teacher's dream student. And in Mr Blake's experienced estimation, if you
looked up "Twink" in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Tony.

Tony was a pleasure for Mr B's eyes, and he had to be careful not to get
too lost in fantasy as he watched the boy around school. It wasn't a big
school and their paths crossed often. Tony had a job in the office, so they
were sure to meet there, and the cafeteria, of course, But it was a chance
meeting when Gary was on his way to have coffee with his colleague Jack
that really got things started. He had cut through the boys' locker room on
his way to Jack's office. Jack was the soccer coach, and PE Department
head. They had been, as some say, "friends with benefits."

As he slipped down the main corridor through the lockers, Gary caught sight
of a boy in a mirror. He was just pulling up his jock strap. The view of
the boy's backside transfixed Gary for a moment, and as the wide waistband
snapped in place at the boy's waist, his gaze travelled up from the small
of his back to the boy's broadening shoulders, then to the edge of his
pearl pink ears. His face was in profile, and it was with a jolt that Gary
recognized Tony. His gaze shifted to the real boy, not the reflection, and
Gary got another jolt. Tony had been watching him the whole time. Their
eyes locked for more than a few heartbeats, and then Gary moved forward. He
casually clapped Tony on the shoulder and whispered quietly "Hey." then
left before the boy could reply. His fingers had lingered on the boy's skin
for a delicious moment, and Gary nervously knew he'd been caught
looking. On the other hand, he thought, Tony had looked back. When he got
to Jack's office, Gary leaned against the desk, he adjusted the tightness
in his crotch and nervously caught his breath. "Now you know why I love my
job" smiled Jack, "but don't walk this way too often.


 It wasn't until October that Gary hit on a way to keep a private eye on
Tony. He had a yard that could use regular work for the next few
weeks. They had already made the connection that they lived a couple of
streets away from each other, so it was easy for the teacher to casually
ask if the student would like to earn a little extra cash doing some yard
work. It would only be two hours, but it would be every weekend, and the
offered rate was generous. Of course the boy took it, and said he would be
there on Saturday.

As promised, Tony was there Saturday morning, ready to work. The school
dress code did not allow shorts or tee shirts, so when Tony showed up
wearing exactly that, Gary got to see more skin than usual, except for that
time when he saw Tony putting on his jockstrap. It was a warm day and the
energetic boy soon worked up a sweat , making dark patches on his
close-fitting tee shirt and making it cling deliciously to his
nipples. Gary ached to casually suggest that he could take it off, but knew
that could be risky. He'd settle for damp nipples this time.

At the end of two hours the yard looked great and the boy looked even
better. He knocked on the front door and announced that he was done. Gary
had the money ready, but he went out on the porch to survey the job, as if
he hadn't been watching the entire time, and offered Tony a bottle of cold
water. "Sit" said Gary, so Tony eased into one of the old wicker rockers
and Gary sat in the other. While they talked, Gary tried not to stare at
the boy's crotch, but could not resist having a fantasy about inching his
fingers up the inside of those shorts. He was able to learn that there was
no girlfriend and that his dad had not lived at home for a long time. And,
he was happy to earn some money as things were tight at home.


Gary had another idea as he talked with Tony about the need for some extra
money. "Tony" he started slowly, you are an excellent student, but you have
a classmate who is struggling. Would you consider tutoring? You could
arrange a time at school, probably a study hall, or when the soccer season
is over, after school. You don't have to give me an answer now. Think about
it."
	"How much would it pay?" was Tony's most important question.
	"Adult tutors get around twenty per hour, a student might get ten,
but you could ask for fifteen." Gary knew that was a reach, but he wanted
to hook the boy in.
	"Who's the student?" was the next question. He knew, of course, who
was at the top of the class and who was at the bottom, and he hoped against
hope that it might be Tom. When Mr. Blake said "Tom Jenkins" Tony got a
ping of adrenalin that went right to his dick. Tom was a complete package
of blonde and blue sex appeal along with a lean soccer body and a smile
that could melt steel. He was was rarely seen with girls, preferring to
spend his time with his soccer guys.  Tony had watched from afar long
enough to know that there was a chance he could be gay.Tony had no way of
knowing that Mr Blake had the same thought.


Gary tried to follow his friends advice and did not cut through the locker
room very often, but one horny morning the idea of maybe seeing Tony naked
again was just too much. He had the time about right, but as he ducked in
the little door, a quick scan of the boys did not reveal his target. As he
slipped towards the office, though, a tall naked boy was standing at the
end of a row of lockers checking himself out in the full length mirror. His
preoccupation with himself gave Gary several seconds to check him out, up
and down, and in the middle. He gulped and licked his lips nervously. When
the boy turned, he got a full frontal. He hadn't gotten his glimpse of
Tony, but a naked image of Tom Jenkins was now seared onto his retina.

He tried to appear invisible as he moved to slide by the naked boy, but Tom
had seem him and greeted him a little louder than he wanted. "Hey Mr B!"
Most boys would have been a little shy to be caught naked by a teacher, but
not Tom. This was his element, and he enjoyed showing himself. Gary managed
a smile and a very weak "Hi Tom" and slid away towards the office. He did
not notice that Tony had watched the entire interaction, from the hungry
scan to the uncomfortable greeting. This was the second time Tony had
caught Gary looking, and he resolved to make some kind of move on the next
Saturday he worked.


A rainy weekend interrupted the first opportunity, but on the next
Saturday, the sun was bright and warm. Tony didn't really have a plan, but
as he got dressed, he thought of some possibilities beyond his usual shorts
and a tee. His first thought was no underwear, but that felt a little too
exposed, so he dug out his narrow-strapped swimmer's jock and a pair of
thin, baggy soccer shorts. Getting dressed, and the thought of getting
undressed, was giving him a boner, and he was surprised, but not unhappy,
to see how much it showed. He didn't think much about the tee, only that he
would shed it early on. So with a quick glance back at the mirror, he
headed out to seduce his teacher.

Gary greeted him from the front porch and came down to give him some
details. "I'll be working outside, too." he said. I have some pruning to
do."
	"Wow, you know how to do that? My mom wants me to prune the lilacs
in our yard."
	"I'm no expert, but I can give you a rough idea. I'll be out when I
finish my indoor chores" Tony made a note to be sure the tee shirt was gone
by then, so he got to work building up a sweat. As chance would have it, he
was just peeling off the soggy shirt as Gary came down the front
steps. "Crap it's hot" said Tony, and he turned to go back to his
weeding. As he bent down, the waistband of his jock was showing above his
shorts, and the glisten of sweat deliciously led down between his cheeks.

	 "Let me show you my lilacs." Gary said with just a hint of
irony. There was so much he wanted to show this wonderful boy. Tony stood
up and followed Gary around the corner of the house. The small side yard
was hidden from the street and the neighbor's house was blocked by
shrubbery. As Gary bent down a branch to show tony where he might trim it,
the boy was very aware of how close together they were. He could smell
Gary's gentle deodorant as it mingled with his own sweaty teen smell. That
aroma was not lost on Gary either and he edged a little closer. He gave
Tony the clippers and guided his hand to the right place to cut.

	As they stood together in the bushes, Tony realized that he might
never get a more natural moment to make contact. He knew he had a boner
growing in his jock and it was an easy movement to brush up against Gary's
thigh. He heard Gary's tiny gasp of excitement, and when the man did not
pull away, he went in for another pass. This time, a little wobble of his
hips stroked his bulge back and forth against Gary, and this time the
intake of breath was much more audible. Gary turned to look directly at
Tony and started to speak, but instead his hand grazed the boy's crotch and
then his fingers closed around the stiffness growing there.

	"Tony, you are killing me! Do you know how dangerous this is?" He
glanced around nervously, relieved by their bushy hiding place but still
knowing they were outside and easily exposed.
	"I know we both want it," replied Tony, "so what's the danger?"
Gary sighed with exasperation at the boy's naïveté, but he
still had is fingers wrapped around the boy's penis.
	"Can you spell j-a-i-l, Tony? something like this could put me away
for a long time." The hurt puppy look on Tony's face said it all but Gary
went on. "We are playing with fire," he paused, "but I don't mind getting a
little scorched." He tightened his grip on the boy's stiffening boner and
kissed him lightly on the lips. "But we really should go inside before that
thing pops out of your shorts.

	Gary peered around the corner into the front yard and checked the
street beyond. There were alone. He tried to walk casually around to the
front steps, but bounded up quickly, and opened the door for Tony, who he
hoped was right behind him. Tony had untucked his shirt from where it had
been handing at the back of his waistband, but not taken the time to put it
on. He held it in front of him, hoping to hide his bulging hard-on. Gary
waited nervously at the door while Tony scurried up the steps and with
hearts pounding, both of them slid into the small front hallway. When the
door clicked shut, they turned to face each other, barely inches apart.

	"Are you sure?" whispered Gary.
	"Yes" affirmed Tony. the first kiss was a quick, tentative touch of
their lips. The second was longer, and their tongues reached out just a
little. Their arms wrapped around shoulders and torso, but hands were
still. Then with the third kiss, all attempts at restraint ended as a
tsunami of passion broke over them.

	While their tongues probed each other and dueled for dominant
position, their hands roamed wildly over each other. Gary pulled his shirt
off and Tony bent to suck his nipples and stroke his fingers through Gary's
light brush of hair across his chest. This was new territory for Tony, who
had barely touched himself this way. Gary's fingers slid down Tony's back
and edged underneath the waistband of his shorts into the space between his
buttocks. Tony had tied the drawstring tightly, though, and Gary had to
ease one hand around front to tug at the end of the bowknot. Once released,
both hands went back to cradle Tony's mounds of teenage ass, and the shorts
fell to the floor.

	Tony was on a voyage of discovery, eagerly touching and tasting
parts of another man's body that he had only dreamed about getting to. But
Gary was focused on his target. He wanted to taste the perfect pink penis
that was now standing tall from Tony's curly blond bush. He fell to his
knees and gazed on his target for a few heartbeats, and then closed around
it with his lips. Tony gasped and then clutched the back of Gary's head,
pushing him all the way down onto his shaft. Although Tony was well into
puberty, he still had some growing to do before he reached full manhood, so
Gary did not choke on him, but he did pull back a little. A little voice
said He's a boy! Take your time, but Gary was unable to resist the urge to
begin the rhythm that would push Tony to orgasm.

	Gary heard the moans of pleasure and tried to go slow, but the
hands behind his head were already pushing him faster and faster. Enjoying
the young smoothness of the boy's skin, Gary ran his hands up the sides of
his lithe body and them made the mistake of touching his nipples. Any
chance of slowing the race to cum disappeared as Tony arched his back and
gasped at the growing pressure in his penis. He'd jerked off, of course,
and knew what an orgasm was like, but nothing prepared him for this! With a
shiver of ecstasy and a gasp of breath, his entire consciousness flooded
out of his narrow shaft and into the waiting mouth of his eager
partner. Again and again he pushed himself between Gary's lips until he was
totally drained.

	Gary knew the boy would cum quickly and was ready to catch the limp
body as he collapsed in pleasure onto the couch behind him. He settled Tony
down with pillows and then snuggled in between his knees. He rested his
head on the boy's chest, with one arm curled around his waist and the other
covering the nipple that had been the trigger for his immense orgasm. Tony
twisted his fingers though the strands of Gary's hair, remembering the
pounding of his penis in Gary's mouth. They stayed entwined until Tony
caught his breath and sat up with a start.
	"What about you?" he said urgently.
	"I'll be fine, Tony. This one was all about you" and he turned to
lick gently on the nipple he wasn't holding onto. the little voice spoke
again Remember this trigger.
	"No!" said Tony. "That's not fair. You have to shoot too!" Gary
smiled at the boy's use of the youthful term.
	"No!" repeated Tony, and he quickly wrestled Gary into a reversal
of position so that now the boy was on his knees and Gary's erection was
standing tall right in front of him. Tony paused a moment, noticing the
sparkling jewel of moisture at the tip and the slight quiver that Gary's
heartbeat gave it. His own little voice asked How will I ever get all that
into my mouth? The short answer, of course, was that he wouldn't, this
time, at least. But he was going to try, one inch at a time. He pretended
he was eating a tootsie pop and licked the jewel then took the round head
into his mouth. Gary sighed with pleasure, but was careful to let Tony set
the pace and penetration.
	"Oh my God" the boy whispered. "I wasn't sure this would ever
happen." He looked up at Gary's face for a moment, and got a reassuring nod
that this was ok. He turned his focus back to the throbbing cock just
inches from his mouth. He gave it a little lick, as if he were tasting an
ice cream cone for the first time. Liking it, he went back again, this time
for a bigger slurp. He was surprised to discover that the liquid that had
slid down the side actually did have a taste. It was a little salty, and
gave his tongue a little tingle. He grasped the shaft and tilted it towards
him, and at the same time, inched a little further up so that he could put
his lips all the way around the top. When he did that, Gary moaned softly
and pushed his hips up a little so that Tony had a little more of him in
his mouth. Easy does it his little voice said, and he pulled back. But Tony
got the idea, and he was eager to begin that bobbing motion that's known to
cocksuckers everywhere. Down a few times then up for a tongue slurp around
the head. Then he got the idea to rub his tongue hard against the underside
of Gary's cock, and Gary responded with a moan that was much louder than
the first. He was now eagerly pushing into Tony and the boy was trying to
go as far down as he could. He'll learn said the little voice.

	Gary knew that Tony would have a hard time getting him to orgasm,
even though he was raging hard and eager to let go. He slipped a hand down
his belly and circled his dick with thumb and index finger. He motioned to
Tony to keep sucking Please! while he stroked himself. The extra friction
brought him right up to the edge and he tried to warn Tony that something
was about to happen. He took longer strokes, and Tony backed off a little
to see what was different. He could tell right away that Gary was about to
cum and leaned in to catch it, as Gary had for him. But Gary didn't think
that a facial would be a good way to start the boy off Plenty of time for
that, so he was ready to shoot low. But Tony was having none of that. When
Gary started to spurt, the first shot was a direct hit on Tony's eager
tongue, and the rest covered his cheeks with warm white jizz.

	Gary flopped back on the couch, and Tony relaxed against his chest
and listened to the pounding heart inside. He decided that he like the
taste of Gary's sperm, and scraped a few drops off his cheek and licked his
fingers. "I'm so sorry!" said Gary. "I didn't mean to cum in your
mouth. Some guys don't like that."
	"Are you kidding?" said Tony, sitting up. In the porno film that
made me realize I was gay, the guy came all over the girl's face. I hadn't
been watching her, I was watching him, but when I thought I want someone to
do that to me, I knew I was gay.