Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2008 19:59:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: ludi.crous@yahoo.com
Subject: the-classroom

Please Note: This story is pure fiction. It is not real. It is just the
product of the author's imagination.


The Classroom


	Curt Wells stood at the front of the classroom, watching his
students working on a writing assignment. He liked the quiet time when the
kids were working on their own. He didn't mind the occasional bit of
chit-chat as long as they were talking about work, as long as they weren't
copying answers from each other.
	Curt was a big man, tall and bulky. His body was the product of
years of bodybuilding and endless hours in the gym. He loved his body, and
he loved how others looked at him. The kids loved him too; and although
they might have been intimidated in the beginning by his size, they grew to
respect their 38-year-old teacher because of his humor, his fairness, and
his great teaching ability. As he looked up and down the rows of kids, Curt
could tell almost to a child who would do well and who would not. Jenny
Whipston, for example, was the brightest kid in class, hands down. Perfect
score in every subject. Arham Jabani, on the other hand, was not. Always
the lowest score in every subject. It didn't matter to Curt, though. He
encouraged all his students to do their best. As long as they tried, he
told himself, that's what counted.
	There was one kid, though, upon whom Curt's gaze always fell and
stayed for some moments. The boy sat at the very back of the middle row.
Zan--his name was Alexander, but he liked to be called Zan--was a pretty
average student, not near the top of the class and not near the bottom
either. But in Curt's eyes he was definitely the cutest. Slim body, medium
height, light blond-brown hair, and milky white skin. Jezzus, he's
gorgeous, thought Curt as he watched the boy. Over the years, there weren't
many 11-year-olds that caught Curt's eye the way Zan did. Zan made Curt's
cock twitch more than just a little bit, more than just a few times, since
the start of the school year. Zan was beautiful--there was no other way to
describe him. It was the main reason he liked to teach kids this age,
because there were so many beautiful young boys.
	He watched every little move that Zan made--the way he held his
pencil in his long slender fingers, the way he cocked his head when he
struggled to understand something, the way he scratched his nose or his
ears. The kid also had good fashion sense--from t-shirts to uniform
shirts, from shorts to trousers, the boy was always immaculate. No baggy,
saggy stuff for him. He had a tight little ass and a crotch bulge that was
so inviting. And a smile that could stop traffic.
	At that very moment, Zan looked up and with a simple raise of an
eyebrow indicated that he needed Curt's help. Curt walked down the aisle
and stood next to Zan, at his eight-o'clock position, and put his arm over
the boy's shoulder.
	"Is this what you want?" asked the boy with his killer smile and
beautiful bright eyes.
	"Yeah, good," answered Curt, "just about perfect." He knelt down
and pointed out the areas of Zan's answer that needed attention. And while
he pointed with his left hand, his right hand was resting on the boy's left
leg, half on the uniform shorts and half on his bare skin. The touch of his
smooth, milky skin was electric. It took considerable effort to try to lift
his hand away. "You're doing a good job, Zan. Keep it up." He gave Zan's
leg a gentle grab.
	To Curt's surprise, Zan took Curt's hand and placed it squarely
over his hard dick. "I'm trying to keep it up, Mr Wells," he said quietly,
with a smile.
	In an instant, Curt too was hard as a rock, his entire body flushed
with lust. He instantly blocked out everyone and everything else in the
classroom. He put Zan's hand on his own monster bulge, both of them now
kneading the other's rigid member. Curt then saw that all the buttons of
Zan's shirt were open, revealing the boy's smooth white chest. Without
hesitation, he slowly rubbed his hand up and down the boy's chest and over
his narrow shoulders, forcing the shirt off, letting it fall to a heap on
the floor. Curt fingered Zan's small, light brown nipples, then put his
face down to the beautiful smooth chest and gave it a quick kiss. Zan was
pushing his chest towards Curt lips, clearly wanting more.
	Curt was then suddenly aware that Zan wasn't wearing his shorts
anymore, but rather just a pair of silk underwear briefs that did very
little to hide his stiff rod. This added fuel to Curt's already raging
fire. And just as suddenly, he was vaguely aware that he too was now
wearing just a pair of silk briefs, identical to the boy's. His mind was
clouded by lust. He tried to remember taking his clothes off, but he
couldn't. He tried to remember where he had got the silk briefs, but he
couldn't. All he could think of was the boy. He wanted the boy desperately.
	Curt pulled open Zan's briefs and exposed his young hard meat. It
was so smooth and beautiful, 4 inches long and quite thick, and cut, its
cock head bright pink, glistening. Zan had not yet entered puberty, though
Curt knew it wouldn't be long. He wrapped his lips around the tip of that
beautiful dick and licked and sucked gently. He took more and more of the
young throbbing snake into his mouth until he had inhaled all of it. The
boy's gentle moaning stirred his own fires, and he sucked harder and
harder. After some minutes, Zan issued a slow pained moan, as his hips
forced the young dick further inside his teacher's throat, followed by a
great gush of boy juice. The boy's cum was more than Curt had expected, yet
he was able to swallow all the salty sweet nectar that Zan produced.
	Curt was on Cloud 9, completely enraptured, completely focused on
Zan. For all he knew, all the kids were watching them going at it at the
back of the classroom. God, how could they not be? Or maybe the school
principal was standing at the door, also watching them. But these were just
fleeting thoughts. Curt just didn't care, at least not right at this
moment. All he wanted to do right now was fuck this hot young stud.
	Zan seemed to read his mind and stood and leaned over his desk,
giving access to his perfect, eautifully, smooth ass. Curt slipped of his
own silk briefs, releasing his bone-hard staff. He noticed a small tube of
KY lying on the floor next to their clothes and fumbled with the tube to
get a good amount of lube onto his hand, then rubbed it up and down his own
7-inch monster cock. And with little finesse, he rammed his rod deep into
the boy's ass. Zan didn't make a sound despite Curt's considerable size and
the sudden penetration. The boy was a perfect fit, just a little bit tight,
like a well-fitting glove. Curt thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew,
slowly, then quickly, gently, then with wild abandon. He caught a glimpse
of himself in the wall mirror at the side of the classroom, this giant
muscled hulk fucking a small, pale, very sexy young boy. The boy was
smiling, also watching the action in the mirror. The image brought Curt
quickly to climax, firing great cannon shots of cum into the boy, more cum
than he had ever produced in fucking his various boyfriends over the years
or even when he jacked off while looking at photos of handsome young boys
on the internet. With each shot, Curt pushed his aching tool farther into
the boy's ass. And he kept on fucking until his dick had lost all of its
stiffness.
	Suddenly the bell rang to end the class. And just as suddenly, Curt
realized he was standing at the front of the classroom, just exactly where
he had been when the period had started an hour ago. Had it really
happened? Had he really sucked and fucked Zan at the back of the classroom?
Or was it all just a daydream? The kids didn't react any differently than
usual as they walked past him, giving him their completed
assignments. Everything was just as normal as it always was.
	"I hope it's okay," said Zan as he put his assignment in Curt's
hands. Zan smiled his usual big bright smile.
	"It was great!" answered Curt. Suddenly he realized what he had
said, that it was entirely out of context with Zan's comment. He hoped Zan
wouldn't think it odd. Flashing a big warm smile, Zan left the room with
his friends.

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