Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2006 10:40:37 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Teachin' the Teech  (New Story)  Authoritarian

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Teachin' the Teech.

This is a new story, and this chapter is all but totally background lead-in
with only feelings and sensuality described.

Danny Summers figured he could relax himself....take the edge off....by
blowing his nut before leaving for his first student teaching day. He nuzzled his
head into his pillow on his side....his pillow against his stomach as he lay on
his left side, his right hand tightly whipping that finely honed young boyman
tool. He felt his whole muscles tighten all up as the inevitable tingle
thriller shot through his lower body all the way to his curled up toes and he shot
that glorious wad into his cumsock! "Sogood! Sooooooogoooood," young Dan
heaved and wheezed as a little spitgoo oozed from the left corner of his mouth,
wetting his pillow.

He dozed off for another few moments in the thrill of his butt-bucking
aftercum. Soon the second buzz from the snooze alarm went off and the young college
senior was dragging his naked ass to the shower after gently freeing his spent
wick from the sock stuck to his dickhead.


Dan was really barely an adult himself as he nervously took on the challenge
of student teaching at the Sudbury high school that contracted with Norwood
College.

His specialty was history and political science, and he was assigned to teach
(for evaluation) five classes of high school students of every flavor from
freshman to senior.

Dan was one handsome tool of a dude. He still dressed like a kid socially,
but looked a bit disheveled trying to wear a button down oxford shirt and slacks
with loafers and a tie. He found himself constantly working his toes in his
shoes trying to relate to socks as opposed to the standard sock-free sandals
and sneaks he was used to wearing through all his growing up years.

The oversized book tote was bulging with class rosters, curriculum, teaching
plans and texts for each class. He really looked more like a foreigner just
off the boat trying to find a hotel room than a teacher.

His brush cut light brown hair, turned up smallish nose and cutish dimples
and basic appearance, belied his nearly 21 years of age. In actuality, he looked
more like about, sayyyy, fourteen?


Across the rest of the sleepy town that morning, young boy teens were waking
to the fantastic thrill of morning hardons and their hunching, tight bubble
butts while friction-fevering those steely puds between the sheets and their
bellies. Ahhhh....some of the kids had no fucking control and caused their moms
no end of trouble trying to get out the stains of the pecker tracked sheets
because the kid just HAD to fuckin' cum right then.

Smarter young dudes....sophisticated young jackers, these....well they had
old ratty shorts, socks and tee shirts under the mattress for cum rags to hide
their thrillspooge in. These were the kids who ripped the covers away and
turned on the backs and fondled their peters till the couldn't take it any more and
wrapped them fuckers in their cumrags and bucked and shot rope after curd of
teenspermage into them and watched the silvery ooze seep up through the rag
and shine back at them in the morning sunlight beaming through their windows. Of
course, most of the young fuckers couldn't see for the welled tears, or the
daze they fell into or simply that their eyes were clenched as tightly as their
toes.

These young 'smarties' should see the moms each morning making their sons'
beds and finding that crusty, cumfunky rag under the corner of the mattress. I
wonder if they pull it up to their faces and snorf in a good whif of their
boys' stuff....orrrr lick it?????
or take it back into their bedrooms and sniff and snorf while diddlin' their
pussies????

Anyways, most of the kids savored the handfuck sensation too long, or just
passed back out with their cocks, rags and hands tucked between their legs only
to be shocked out of their splendor by a raging dad or mom calling for them to
get ready for fucking school.

The rest just lay there, wheezing, hearts pounding, before returning to
normal breathing patterns and whispering, "Sooooooogooooood!" before staggering out
of their beds and rooms into a much needed 'cool down' in the shower.

And finally, there were the truly horny fuckers who after dutifully fingering
their tail slots with soapy digits, and fully cradling their balls in a soapy
palm, just had to have themselves one more time and beat themselves off again
in the shower! Goddddd....you
gotta love 'em....almost as much as they love their cocks! It was many the
young shower beater who nearly cracked a skull, losing balance and falling to
his knees in the middle of his violent palm slide!


The second he stumbled through the door of Davey's classroom, the kids all
broke out in big-ass grins....'a fuckin' mark if there ever was one. Snickers
all around, the 2d year high school sophomores stole looks at each other,
nodding. Davie, Ian and Mike slapped high fives.

New teacher Danny saw the kids slapping fives, but was too busy trying to
remain upright and get to his desk at the front of the room.

Everybody was jabbering and talking and no one but the five dudes nearest
Dave paid any attention to the doofy-looking student teacher.

Hey, we all did it....substitute, student teacher....life for them would be
miserable indeed.
Shit man, we never even hadda plan it. EVreebuddy had a fave thing, like
damn, Dave had already shot a piercing whistle out across the room pulling his
lips wide and getting everyone to stop and look as five rubber bands shot over
their heads and picked off every part of the new teacher's upper body.

Dan was so fucked up at the front desk still, that even though he felt the
stings of the two that hit his arms, and he rubbed at them, he was still trying
to get the roster from his tote and arrange things on his desk.

Just as Jason was wadding a spitball for firing in his mouth, the evaluating
teacher showed up and instructed the class about who and what to expect with a
student teacher who was a senior in Norwood College completing the final
phase of his studies prior to graduation and certification.

Sparse attention was paid to the announcements by the six 'devil dog
planners' in the left rear corner of the room near the windows.

Whistling and applause broke out after the evaluating teacher wished Danny
luck and asked for the class's cooperation in making Dan's stay at their high
school pleasant and educational.

Davey's dickhead tingled when he heard about making his teacher's life at his
school pleasant and educational. Jason, Mike, Ian, Talbot and Ryan looked all
around and then at each other and bust out laughin'. Fuckin' 'educational'
IN-fucking-DEED!

Mike was rubbing his hardening peter in his jeans, and several of the others
were fidgeting in their seats and adjusting their puds in their boxers.

The regular teacher was most pleased that the kids all applauded his call for
the class's cooperation, smiled, shook hands with the almost organized Danny,
and left the room.

There was a 'swisss' past Dan's ear and a 'splat' on the blackboard behind
him, and then a sting in the back of his neck when he turned back toward the
noise at the board. Jason's spud was so sloppy, it was actually droozing some
spit down the board from the spot where it planted itself.

Dan grabbed at the sting in the back of his neck and turned back almost
angrily, snapping back to look at 30 blank faces trying to hold back the guffaws
inside them to the point where some of them were actually convulsing to
explosion in their seats....the boys especially....those fucking school seats seemed
to get more cramped by the second when you had a fuckin' hardon trying to bust
outta your fly.

Ian's paper plane flopped harmlessly to the desk after knifing into Dan's
neck.

Danny ignored the nonsense, shuffled around and pulled a printed sheet out
and started to call the roll.

Many of the kids in the class said crazy stuff in response...there was a 'Yo'
and 'Here' and 'not here' and a mouth covered cough that smothered a 'phuck
yu' in Mike's response....and on and on it went. The roll took about ten
minutes till Dan figured out that the entire class was present in number but there
were seven 'not heres' answered.
He must have known that by the next day all the kids would have swapped names
and would be answering for each other in class...the other four classes that
Dan had that day would be briefed before they came in and would be tormenting
him at high pitch right away that day.

Things were even tougher because all these classes in history had been in
session for a half year already, and the kids all knew each other. Dan was in for
one tough semester.

He advised the kids that he reviewed their grades and wanted to talk
one-on-one with the kids whose grades were off the mark....including, Mike, Jason,
Dave and Ian.

Mike would be first to meet with Dan the next day during homeroom period, and
in response, Mike said, "Yehhh, right!"

The kids laughed at Mike's grunt to the teacher and that he was singled out
for his dumbs, but then got laughed at themselves when their own names were
called and Mike turned giving them all the finger....more laughs all around.

Dan tried to teach a portion of the current chapter in the class text in
spite of the clowning dudes, and actually got something done before the warning
bell, and then hollered a reading assignment out as the kids charged for the
door.

Dan slumped in his chair....he felt 'he made it!' He actually got through his
first student teaching disaster. Hey, he was one of these pains in the ass to
teachers not five years ago, so he was fully aware that he'd be lucky to get
out of these classes with his brains unscrambled.

He didn't see David moving up to his desk slowly. "Mr uhhm.." Davey forgot
the dude's name...

"Summers, name's Summers," Dan said holding out his hand to shake with Davey.

Dave didn't take his hand out of his dockers pocket, purposely and obviously
fiddle-frigging his peter in there. His failure to shake made it impossible
for Dan to make believe he didn't know the kid was dickiediddlin'.

His face was right in front of Dave's fly, and he tried to look up and glance
down at the same time. It's just so hard for a guy to make believe he's
oblivious to another dude playing with himself....and feign disinterest on top of
it.

Davey joyed in the butt fidget he caused Dan who stammered out, "S-s-so whut
uh....can I help....yu...uhmm...do for you....and yur name?" asked Dan,
squirming in front of the cloth-covered hard dick not six inches away from his face.

Dan's face was damping up from cold sweat and his palms were itching as he
wrung them on the desk trying to stare up into Davey's smiling face.

"Ahm Davey...David, Mr. Summers, and I have a tough time concentrating when I
try to read the assignments. Stuff's so borin' yuh know? and I get
so...distrack....nngghh!" Davey grunted giving his wick a good rut into his palming hand
just then.

Summers was getting to be a mess. Squirming almost constantly in his seat.
Davey swore the teacher almost made a reach for his fly, but kept his hands down
on the desk.

"Wuh-Wuh-Well, I'll schedule you after school....ummmm...tuhday?"Dan suggeste
d to Davey's nod.

"I'll see if I can come up with something that can help you concentrate on
your reading, because if you don't solve that, this won't be the only class
you're gonna do poorly in...'kay?" Dan said.

Davey nodded, and without taking that hardworking hand from his pocket he
turned to leave and actually butt-hunched into his palming left hand as he
shuffled hesitantly...stopping....and then continued out through the open doorway.

"Huhhhhhewwww!!!" Dan exhaled. He sure didn't know if minutes before his
psyche was going to get release from the sensual magnetism of the tantalizing
spunker. It's amazing how a dude who might not ever have even thought about it,
can  somehow get overtaken by the scent of heated boy teen funk.

The bell rang and shook him out of his near trance and in a few secs, the
junior class was coming through the door, followed by the regular teacher to
introduce Dan once more.

At his locker, Dave ran into Mike and they both stared at each other for a
moment.
Mike, a bit of a bully, who was born sneering, knew Dave had his number, so
he was always a little backward in front of him. Then Dave cracked a wide
smile, and said,
wickedly...."I think Summers can be made."

 "I got him in the morning before classes. Man, I gotta break from homeroom,
and that cunt I been stalkin', Mandy. Yuh think maybe ol' Summers will make up
for it?"

"I got a meet aftah classes tuhday," Davey said. "Letcha know...all's I know
is the fucker was glazin' over, tremblin', wettin' his lips staring at my
crotch!"

Big grins spread over both their faces and Mike fived hard and high with
Davey...."Yahhhhhh!" they roared.

The two teen spooge containers made it through their day pretty much
normally, and Dave seemed to be getting more antsy as the time for his after class
meet with the student teacher got close.

Dan found himself distracted from the moment he stared at Davey's fly that
morning. Every fucking teener who even remotely looked like the towheaded Davey
had young Dan lose his train of thought and get him lost in space in front of
class after class of cumfilled horny teens just looking for a chance to screw
with his mind.

The good of it all was that none of the kids would dope out that he was
transfixed by a fellow male for the first time in his life. He kept thinking about
Gail, and how their surely coming engagement was going to change his life
forever for sure.....but then like the ghost of Christmas past, spunky Davey's
brown-eyed, fair complected face seemed to super-impose itself over the image of
his girlfriend. He'd shiver for just a second, and shake it off before seeming
to stare at the class of thirty girls and boys before him for some kind of a
signal as where he was before he spaced out.

Every time it happened in those remaining four classes Dan had that day,
there were snickers and giggles, cat calls and shit flew around the room, from
erasers to spitballs, paper clips, rubber bands and paper airplanes.  The topper
was the senior elective class of political science and history. One of the
dudes in back, sceeved a goober into a rubber and fired it right at the dazed
teacher, hitting him right in the upper chest. Geez, when it glopped to the floor
after momentarily hanging from Dan's shirt front, the kids right around Dan,
between the two center rows, looked down from their seats and clearly saw that
it was not only a fucking condom, but it was oozing the spit out which looked
just like cum.

Needless to say, the spunkrats were running the asylum by the end of every
class. Dan was almost in tears after that last class was punctuated by the
droozing rubber. To try to recover his sanity, he let that class out early. Last
class in the day, there'd be less chance of roaming around the halls creating
all manner of havoc, as the crazies would do anything to get their asses out of
the building as fast as they could.

The poor fucker had no doubt the worst fucking day of his life. He'd remember
at some point, that he used to be in classes that did this to student
teachers and subs, but right then, nothing consoled him.

Tears traced their way into his folded arms on the desk where his head lay,
and his upper body heaved in sobs. It wasn't really a lack of strength or
character, just a release. The pent up shame and tension of his questioning of
himself and his sexuality bottled up in him all day just poured out of him. He
didn't have a chance the whole day to get this release. He'd been smothered in
class after class by the unmericiful harrassing   young dudes, who by their very
nature, would do their level best to shred the poor fucking dupe right down
to his crew socks.

Indeed...he did look like he'd been through a shredder.

His brushcut light brown hair was both matted and spiked over top of his
lead. His face was red and streaked with tear tracks. His eyes were bloodshot and
he was snorfing his runny nose before finally he just rubbed it into the elbow
of his formerly clean, white long-sleeved shirt.

At last the bell rang signaling that the school day was over. The respite he
gave himself by letting the seniors out early gave him a chance to vent and
get himself looking as presentable as possible before he had his afterschool
meeting with Davey.

He found a paper towel and wiped his face, running the wet of it over his
hair to give it a semblance of order and neatness. He stood out of the seat, to
his full 5' 11" and was just shoving the miscreant shirt tail back into his
waistband....for the hundreth time that day, when "Buhh-BOOOOOOM!" the door took
a heavy shot from Davey's hand before slamming into the wall inside the
classroom.

Dan Summers jumped out his shoes with the shock of the kid's calamitous entry
and the banging door.

Geez...he was trembling....again....in front of this dude who'd shaken him to
his core that morning.....not to mention wrecking his whole fucking day.

It didn't help that Dave was that all boy type with the infectious smile that
melted everyone within range.

Standing, Dan held out a hand again to shake with Dave, "Huh-Huh-Hi David.
Guh-Glad you made it...th-this can be important for you and y-yuh-your future."

He was quaking so badly that he appeared afflicted. Davey took the hand this
time, and squeezed, holding it and then surprisingly, he both moved in toward
his history teacher and yet pulled Dan's hand in toward him as well....sort of
right into his belly. It would have been even more threatening to Dan if the
boy was as tall as Dan was, and was staring.....and breathing right into his
face.

Dan caught what Davey had done, and snapped a worried and hurried look into
Dave's face. Dave smiled that 'strip-you-naked' smile of his and released his
teacher's hand.

Davey noticed that Dan's hand was sweated....and smiled to himself.

Dan pointed to the student desks and Dave and he went out to the first row
where they sat side by side with Dan placing the text on the desktop between
them which was attached to Davey's desk.

They leaned toward each other....close enough to feel each other's heat on
their necks and cheeks....as Dan pointed to the first page of the current chap
ter being covered in class. Dan stammered at first, "R-r-r-read th-this, David.
Let's see if you can keep a-uhm studied concentration right down the page and
think while you read. Ah-aht the bottom of the page...stop and t-tell me
something that stuck with you as you read.

Dave was fidgeting, embarrassed a bit at having to perform in public. He
struggled with himself trying to get the first words out, calmed as he felt Dan's
hand lay gently over the top of his back and shoulder. He hesitated with that
first touch, but it relaxed him and he went on, right down the page, smoothely
and not even tripping over any words.

"What did you remember?" Dan asked David.

"Well, I guess, umm, gee....I din't ree'lize the Yalta conference had so much
to do with what happened for the rest of the century," Dave said intuitively.

Dan smiled...."Excellent!" and popped the kid's shoulder victoriously, with a
softly closed fist.

"That's right! It did! And that one statement says you got what it takes to
pull the guts out of what you read, if you keep your mind on what you're
doing," Dan continued. "Now keep going, while I get to the board and do some
teaching as you read."

Davey continued on to the next page of text and Dan was writing key items on
the board to reinforce the impact of the written word for Dave. Pulling the
screen down, he covered it, and then turned to the teen as he finished the next
page flawlessly reading every word, and related what he 'learned' while he
read.

Smiling broadly as Davey concluded, Dan snapped the screen up to show the kid
the three items key to the page the boy had just read, and Davey almost got
excited when he saw the exact same items he had told his teacher he had gleaned
from the page....were the ones Dan had written on the board.

"Even though we had a lousy first day in class together, I could see that
there was just a concentration thing with you, David. I will work with you, to
give you the chance to show your stuff as often as I can....what do you say?"

"Yeh...shurr...teech...uhh...Mr. Summers....but I just can't do this home,
man....I mean....I got too much on my...I mean...I don't wanna...yuh know?"
Davey tried to say something while saying nothing, but we're starting to get the
picture.

"I know teens are running all the time, and with all the distractions, it's
hard to do your homework and particularly your reading, but if you don't get
your arms around it, you will never reach your potential, Dave," Dan coaxed.

"I've never told anyone this, M-Mr. Summers...but...yuh kn-know...." and
there was Davey working his fingers over the front of his pants.

Dan was intent now, nodding, not missing the kid's hand on his fly, when Dave
finally jumped up and blurted out to get it out before he shut it back inside
him, "I fuckin' sit down, teech, ANYwheres when it's quiet....and
mannnn....I'm fuckin' beatin' my MEAT!!" the redfaced kid spouted.

Dan was feeling small tremors inside him again. Breathing hard, he gulped,
and struggled to respond. He knew this was no fucking news flash. There was no
fucking red blooded  teenager who wasn't horny as a fucking toad allllllll the
damn time and playing with his prick...or, thinking about when was the next
fucking time he COULD play with his prick....or stick it in some cunt's face or
pussy!

"Th-Th-That's no shame....and neither is it news, my man!" Dan spoke out
strongly....surprising himself given the condition he found himself in. This
spunkrat should know Dan was thankful he wore boxer briefs that day so there was
something to hide the fucking hardon this kid roused out of him.

This was a rare moment in the gameplay Dave had been working with Dan. He
actually erupted in real teen boyness right there, with no script beforehand in
mind. He DID feel shamed at times that he couldn't get his mind off his cock.
He DID know his homework suffered because it was almost a signal to pull his
pud the minute he pulled a book out of his backpack at night, and the way his
dick went hard the very minute he did so.

Dan was in no better shape now than was Dave as he moved to the spot in front
of the boy's desk and said, "Wuh-Well let me think about this and I'll see if
I can come up with a way we can busy your mind with the work you're doing
rather what's going on between your legs."

With both hands hotly to Davey's shoulders, Dan leaned down to look right
into David's eyes. The tremors were evident coursing up through Dan's hands down
and through Davey's shoulders and arms.

Dan's hot breath wafted over Dave's face. The boy could hear the stunted
breathing of the student teacher. The young teen knew there was something charging
this unlikely bond. His youth and inexperience did not afford him the
reasoned explanation, but a horny boyteen knows when he's got an edge.

Davey could feel his own strength coming back when he realized this had
nothing to do with him realizing his potential...or building up his smarts....this
was about cock....HIS cock....and....this young teacher dude's MOUTH!

Dave nodded up at Dan who still held his shoulders tightly in his now openly
sweating hands, while Davey boldly rubbed the length of his prick in jeans.
The kid was hot as a fucking firecracker and could cum right there, if he just
let himself go!

Dan finally got control of himself, and wiped his hands on his dockers as he
stood up straight and stayed directly in front of Dave who was getting up
himself now. He purposely leaned into Dan, and turned his left arm and shoulder so
it traversed the entirety of his student teacher's chest from right nipple to
left arm.

Dave's wrist actually grazed Dan's own hardon making him shiver, but Davey
wanted to have Dan thinking of how their bodies touched for one long moment when
Dan tried to keep his own hand off his dick that night while trying to work
the next day's lesson plan....and see how far he gets before he's naked with
legs up and out and his hand working his peter to a violent screaming cum!
like Davey enjoyed every night right after he sat at his desk.

"Cuh-Cuh-Can I give you a ride h-home, Dave?" Dan asked.

Davey smiled....back in control of himself, and especially, more in control
of his new teacher. "Yeh...that'd be great! I usually walk, but the dudes are
all gone, so the walk home will be a drag without anybuddy to fun with."

The kid grabbed up his pack from the floor slinging it over his right
shoulder.

The teacher shoved the papers and the textbook into his overfilled tote, and
shuffled toward the door, where the two young dudes sort of bumped into and
around each other till they got their gaits right and headed down the hall
toward the parking lot exit.

Dan's car was not quite ratty, but it had seen much better days....and had
that 'old' smell inside. Fraying fabric seats and old style knobs on the radio
gave away its age.

It roared up nicely though, and Davey found himself asking his teacher, "You
work on cars, Mr. Summers?"

"Yeh, I do. Love it. Sorta like a hobby. You navigate, hey Dave? and we'll
get you home."

Dave gave him the route as they went and instead of sitting against the door,
the boy sat to the left middle of the passenger seat, and on a sharp turn
caused by a planned, late direction, Davey fell into Dan....hard. His head and
shoulder slammed into Dan's shoulder and side, and when he pushed himself up he
was pressing against Dan's right thigh with his left AND right hands.

Dan was frothing over....he wanted so badly to touch where the teener touched
his leg and to rub his crotch. His cock was fighting for room in his shorts!

"Yuh know..." they both laughed as they both spoke at once.

"You first," Dan said.

Davey said, "Wuh-Well...whut I was gonna say wuz...you know I don't live so
far fum school...and if you don't mind....you could come over some
night...nights....and work with me....yuh...know...like...witchu...like....right
dere....we could be doing work and my hands won't be....yuh know....like....in my
pants," he laughed sheepishly....faking the whole schitck.

Dan fell like a rock!

His lower lip was quivering....annnnnnd Davey saw it!

Dan kept trying to answer but his mouth went dry on him and locked him up
with his tongue pasted to his palate.

Finally, and still not able to talk, he reached out his right hand, and Dave
took it in that typical kid grip that usually symbolized tight friendship.

"I-I-Yii-I'd be happy to help you, boy....an-anything. With student teaching
my only classwork at college right now, I'm freer than normal...s-s-so I could
give you an hour or so a week...or maybe even every couple days, if it works
out....how would that be??" Dan asked and answered.

"Great, man....that'll be great! I think I feel smarter awreddy!" they both
laughed.....Davey heartily, and more from the gut than Dan. Dan was actually
too excited at what was happening....but scared too, since he didn't really
know....WHAT was happening.

He thought of Gail, and that he would be calling her that night to tell her
of the whole sordid first day of student teaching he'd spent....and to maybe go
over and get some snuggly sympathy as well....but almost like a scene
super-imposed on another in the movies, he kept seeing Davey's face and pants and
hands through the vision of Gail in his mind's eye.

Dave was talking but Dan heard nuthing.

"Whuhh-uhh! Oh, I'm sorry Davey, I just got lost in my thoughts for the
moment," Dan apologized to the boy while unconsciously gripping at the kid's lower
thigh there so close to him.

"S'okay, teech..uh, Mr. Summers....I was sayin' that it would be cool if you
come in like right when we get to my house so you can meet my folks and let
them know you gonna help me. I can tell YOU, they will be fuckin' excited that
SOMEbody will help me out. We have a fuckin' brawl ev'vy report card."

"Sure...th-that's probably a good idea...." Dan cut short in mid-sentence
when Davey pointed to the curb. They had reached his house.

Dave bounded out, and fidgeted at the foot of the walk waiting for Dan to
come 'round the front of the car.

They walked up to the door side by side and Davey pushed open the door with a
guiding hand to Dan's shoulder to send him on through first.

"Oh shit...Mr. Summers...I forgot...it's not that late and they're still
workin'," Dave explained. He really had forgotten....staying after school had
played tricks on his thinker.

Dan said, "That's okay, Dave, I can meet them the first time I come over...."

"Like tee....Mr. Summers, couldja make the first night tuhorrah night?" Davey
asked anxiously, while sort of pushing gently at Dan's upper arm toward the
stairs up to the second floor.

Dan stalled and looked questioningly at the kid and Dave just kept talking
and said, "Le's go up to show you where we'll be workin'...my room is real quiet
and we can be alone after dinner any night. The folks stay down here or go
out most nights."

Dan was still working on whether he could agree to the first get-together
being the next night, and as it turned out, he agreed, just as they got to the
end of the hallway upstairs and Davey pushed the door to the room open.

Dan was surprised that the mess in there was in fact relatively orderly for a
teen dude.
There was no need to rake a path to the desk where they'd be working.

Davey was like a little kid as he charged into the room and plopped his ass
at the desk, and said, "C'mere Mr. Summers...c'mere!"

Dan went on over and stood next to Davey as the boy pulled his book out and
turned to the same chapter they were reading in the classroom.

"Lookit! Lookit! I don't fuckin' lie man! I jus' can't help it!" the kid was
almost screaming.

He shoved his chair back, and the confused teacher stared at him till Dave
pointed at his pants front and yelled..."Lookit! See whut I mean....and yur
right here! Nuthin' helps. It just....fuckin' happens!" Davey carried on. His
steeled prick was tenting his pants!

Dan was nervous....really fucking nervous now, and was looking to get out of
there....his head looking left then right and he was wanting to escape!

Backing up slowly....then quicker, Dan was getting as far away from the horny
teen as he could get, but his cock was hard in his own pants! Shit! He
couldn't believe it! He'd had thoughts of....guys....from a long time ago...but he
never....wouldn't even think....

Davey jumped up out of his chair and rushed up to the student teacher and
grabbed his forearm...."C'mon, Mr. Summers....now you know it's for real. Man, I
gotta have help fum someone...anyone....I thought it was gonna be you!" Dave
worked his magic.

Pulling away, and with Davey hanging on his arm, they left the room and
headed downstairs with Dan stammeringly, finally agreeing they'd make it for sure
the next night.

It was getting on 4 PM as Dan's car pulled away and he rubbed his palm hard
into his fly, sighing s-o-o-o-o deeply, jerking up and jolting in his seat,
nearly losing control of the car. He thought for sec he'd blowed his nut!

Dave was on his cell with Mike as soon as he grabbed a chunk of cheddar out
of the fridge and flopped in front of the TV in the den. "Yeh. He just left the
house.     Ummm....he gave me a ride home. He's gonna give me special home
tutoring startin' tuhmorrah after dinner."

"I think I got him pantin' and sweaty...yeh...but I din't try anything, no,"
Dave said.

"So when you meet him before class tuhmorrah, act like we ain't talked and
see where it goes. Yeh...I did a little stuff....rubbed against him....let him
see my stickin' out pants fum my hardon...yeh. I swear he was lickin' his
lips....his hand was clammy an' all. I made him red up in the face a buncha times.
Yeh...so see whutcha can get goin' in the mornin'.
Yeh. 'Kay. Later," and he hung up.

Hitting the memory dial again, he was on with Ian. "Hey, EEE...I needju to
come over tonight with all your video wizard stuff. I needa get all your
minicams and video shit set up for a scene I'm setting up in my room tuhmorrah.

"C'monnn! You can set it up in a hour...yeh....I'll get pizza....great...see
yuh later," Davey had his leg up on the back of the couch as he splayed out
over the cushions shoving his boxers down and getting a grip on his best friend
in the whole wide room. Mannn he pounded that puppy till he shot ropes and
spray and drools of boy spoovage all over the fucking wall, couch back and
himself. Ha! Davey was a professional beatoff....he ate his own stuff!
Finger-scooping his curdle off his pubes and belly, he licked and savored his teenboyspunk
to his heart's and tongue-taster's content!

Dan was a mess as he headed for home shakily. He trembled and white-knuckled
as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. He thought he'd go right over to
Gail's, but she wouldn't be home yet.

He headed for his apartment, and as he pulled into the lot. He found he was
quivering for a whole 'nother reason. He needed to get fucking off, and he
couldn't get into his bedroom fast enough. He left all his stuff in the back of
the car and took two and three steps up the stairs to the third floor till he
got himself stripped, spread out, and spewing young guy goo all over the room.

He gasped and wheezed and dreamed of grand sex and love and as he bucked and
jolted in his wild boyman aftercum. He stared down his nearly six foot length
of quivering bare-naked youthful expanse of hairess skins, pock-marked here
and there with gobs of spermglop. He remained dazed, his hand still holding his
cock....he stared at it....that pulsing head still glistening with his frothy
syrup above his circling forefinger and looking like a sno-cone....and he
thought of cock....of lust....of the hot horny needs every young guy has....of
cock....Davey....Davey's mischievous smile....Gail...
Davey....Gail....cock....Davey's tented
pants....Davey....Davey's....Davey's...........

....C-O-C-K!


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