Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 12:58:49 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Teachin' the Teech.  Chapter 2.

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.
Chapter 2.


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 a 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 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!

Teachin' the Teech.  Chapter 2.

After Davey's teacher left to swoon his way home in a hazy muddle of boy lust
and need for relief, and Dave wacked himself into oblivion in his ecstasy at
having set the stage for a student teacher take down, he waited dinner and the
arrival his school bud, Ian  with his duffle bag of electro-gear to 'wire'
Davey's room for video 'games'.

As promised payback, Dave was busy in the kitchen putting together a pizza
for Ian and of course himself to wolf while Ian set the cameras up.

There was always excess of video gear at Ian's because of the improvements to
the surveillance he was always working up for his dad's store....and the
neighboring stores.
This made it easy for Ian to get hold all he needed to satisfy the whims of
his good bud, Davey.

Best about most of the gear was that it was mere wires and tiny lights which
could be concealed easily to where the recorder device was stashed. And even
the recorders themselves were quite small. Three mini's were set up, one dvd
camera, and one tape cam.

There was one mini in the ceiling light, one in the desk lamp, one in the
headboard of Dave's rack. The larger cams were set, one on the dresser under
Dave's fielder's mitt, and the other on a prop through a partially open closet
door.

Dave's biggest prob was going to be his mother whose obsession with trying to
give order to the kid's room was a constant irritant. He planned that he
would tell her NOT to go in his room the next day because he was laying out a
video project and was learning how to arrange cameras and lighting.

So, pretty much, after all the kids worked their joy tools that evening after
the first day of Dan Summers' student teaching course, they slept the slumber
of the devious young spunkrats they were.


Mike

Mike shuffled into Dan's classroom.

Dan was barely better than the morning before. Now he knew what all the kids
could do, so the heebie-jeebies he had being new the day before were reduced,
but he was a wreck for KNOWING what they COULD do to him....not to mention the
sensual thickness in the air around him for what he expected from
Davey....who he was committed to tutor that night.

Anyways, here was Mike.

He shuffled step and fetch it through the open door, slamming it closed, and
moved toward Dan as if he was being winched in by a tow rope. In a weird kind
of way his legs seemed to be out front of his body when he walked, but that
didn't deter from his ruddy good looks. It did sort of conceal his toyteen
bubble butt though. Not quite the pretty boy was Mike, with his reddish blond
hairs, fair skin, smallish though flawless nose and ears, he had a hint of the
freckle here and there, and the dimples in his cheeks that gave him a look that
belied his snotty attitude and need to bully those around him. He stood about 5'
10", 155 pounds.

While the way about him cost him close friendships, and many a date, he was
one of the lucky dudes back in grade school to benefit the day after some
president said blowjobs wasn't sex. That's when he got his first one. He and Mindy
were walking home from school together and Mike's mind, ever on his cock,
twisted the talk to what was on the news that day earlier. And then with questions
like, "You think you ever wanna try?" and "Geez, Min, even'a president dude
said it was okay," wore her down further and further with each step.

Her curiosity to be eyes-on to a boy's dick compelled her to lean over behind
a bush a block from her house to see what she could see.

Mike was redboning from the second he thought about checking out Mindy's lips
that afternoon, and he tipped the scales when he offered that most fervent
wish of hers, to get a close-up look at boydick!

S-o-o-o-o-o, there they were. Mike s-l-o-w-l-y easing his zipper down so as
not to scare her off. It was like slow motion. The tension and anxiety for both
kids made it seem like hours before that hefty young boy tool came out into
view. Mike was no dummy. His dick was bigger than most kids, and had heard talk
that he'd never get any ass 'cause girls would be afraid of it, even at this
young age. So, this venture was gonna serve two purposes, one for now, and one
for later....the NOW was simply to get himself blowed!  The later was, with
girls, the bobble mouths that they are, she would be advertising the fun she
had with Mike's dick when she couldn't keep it quiet no more, and it would give
Mike both a studly rep and that of one whose cock WOULDN'T KILL HIS BITCH!

The young fucker was some smart and savvy for his age.

Anyways, still clutching her books to her imaginary boobs, Mindy bent over at
the waist to get close on to that mystery meat.

Mike hid it carefully as he palmed over the head, and let just the knob peek
out first while he turned his hand over and lay his hearty cock in his palm
circled by all his fingers to conceal both the thicks and longs of it.

The slow unveiling also helped dissipate the funk of teen all day discharge
after its confinement between his thighs and nuts for a whole school day. So
when Mindy finally got her wish, she was able to stare neither unencumbered nor
turned off by 'funk of boy'.

His backpack still over his shoulder, Mike slowly used both hands to pull
back on the head to show her his cum hole, and then he slid his hands back to his
pubes slowly to let her take in the whole of his, and every boy's, most
favorite thing!

The bonus for all of Mike's gentle approach to the great airing of cock was
that Mindy's building anxiety had her inching ever closer to it, since Mike
kept hiding it. So by the time he bared it to the whole outdoors before her, her
face was no more than three inches from the knob as it bobbed up before her.

Steeled as the boy was, it rose high and sought to lay against his upper fly.
Mindy was fascinated with everything COCK right at that moment. There was noth
ing holding her back once she got this close....she marveled at the little
triangle under Mike's crown....and the huge fat cum tube coursing the whole
length of the underside.

Mike nearly cummed.....she touched the tube man, and runned her finger along
it about an inch and then pushed in to see how flexible it was to her gentle
finger press. He'd of blowed for sure if she touched that tiny triangle of
nerve sensors that first got her attention. Her mouth was two inches away now and
Mike's reward was at hand.

She looked up as if to ask Mike if she could do more...to which he just
smiled his sweetest ever smile and nodded, while running his tongue intentionally
across his lips.

Mindy crooked her trembling forefinger around the top of the boytool and
pulled it back down toward her. "Ohhhhh," she sighed feeling Mike's pounding
heartbeat in the fragile skinned, now corrugated, rigid cock.

As it came down with her pull, surprising her with how much effort her finger
needed to use to get it down, it was now right square at her face. She could
feel its heat on her face. She wrapped her four fingers around it and closed,
becoming consumed by the ever so clear heartbeat pulsing in her closed
fingers. It's crazy, but the way she felt at that very moment, and all to Mike's
advantage, was how she would feel holding a small animal....so cuddly, nurturing,
caring....annnnnnnnnnnd nowwwwwwwwww....s-u-c-k-i-n-g!

Mike was crazed with his dumb luck!

The little bitch seemed to swallow it up. From at once staring into the
pisshole, and dazedly staring at the crown of plumb-like softness, to pulling it to
her and shoving her face onto it at the same time!

Mike gently kneeled with a caressing hand to the back of her head and neck to
which she responded with "Mmmmmmm" while going down to all fours and glomming
her first boycock on the hoof!

Soon, Mike was giving instruction and softly saying things like, "Jus' lick
it....yuh know.... like, taste at it. You will like this. And it's really....a
g-good th-thing for me too," he panted. "I love that yur doing this M-Mindy.
It is so great. I'll never forgetchu," the conniving little monster said while
smoothing his fingers through her hair.

Mike was hunching his hairless pubics up into her face now, s-o-o-o-o-o
gently. He was perfect in his handling of this one thing he wanted so bad that he
did absolutely everything to not screw it up.

Mindy's small mouth was opened unnaturally wide to take the boy's thickness
into it. He sensed her gag, and pulled back....and that had the greatest
effect. It made her realize she could get a little relief and yet still go back to
it. So now she seemed to attack Mike's prick voraciously.

For the first time Mike saw spit drooling down under her lip. She gripped at
the bottom of the cock with her left hand....mannnnnn....he couldn't believe
his fucking luck! She was jackin' and sucking him like a pro!

He was in a frenzy now....needing to cum beyond all the other pleasure
seconds ago that would have been more than enough. Now....now....he had to cum too!
Would she take it? Would she badtalk him instead of rave over what she'd done,
if she took his near-teen seed?

"Min---uhhm--Min-uhh....I'm....do yuh think....maybe....urmphh....you would
take ....umm...my stuff...yuh know...in your mouth....I promise it will be a
nice thing....and you be the first and ohgodddd...it's....oh Mindeeeeeeeeeee!"

The firing toyshooter went off like the Fourth of July! He still held her
with magnificent gentleness and strength at the same time till the last of his
rapid-fire bursts of boy spooge made their way to the back of her
mouth...."Uulurulppp! Ulppuruul!"

He swooned over her back, sort of smothering her into his pants, crotch and
fly as she gulped, and swallowed something she might never have realized she
would allow in her mouth in the first place!

He seemed to come out his afternut quickly, and recognized that his knees
were still pushing back and forth in place and he was still rutting Mindy's
little mouth with an only slightly softer and more flexible dickhard than she took
as he blowed his wad into her.

Mike was brilliant....a charmer when it 'came' to something he really wanted.

He helped her off his cock. He got chills up his back when he saw his pretty
peter sort of sloppily pop from her mouth, pull her upper lip up and graze her
nose on its search for his belly once more.

He hugged his first cocksucker to him and the chills coursed his toyboy spine
once more.

He leaned back on his heels and was sort of half reclined and was so fucking
happy when that little bitch rode her face down his shirt and waistband to
kiss and lick the underside of what maybe she'll never be able to get enough of
herself.....anymore.

"That was SOME-THIN!!!!" Mike cheered to himself as he trudged on home having
watched Mindy go up the walk and into her house. His both hands were dueling
for his re-boned prick as he relived the fabulous blowjob...his first
ever...blowjob.

Mannnnnn. He tear-assed down the street and 'round the corner up into his
room, threw his ass on the bed and pounded that baby till blowed his wad all over
the fucking room! "God that was so good!" he yelled to whole wide room!

He licked his fingers where Mindy's licking, COCKSUCKING tongue had been,
certain there was some of her tongue spitscent on it. He did it again and again
and bounced up and down on his butt in the bed. He snap-hunched his body up at
his hand and licked his palm....again and again!

Then, he burst from room clothes strewn behind him till he was balls naked in
the shower having his way with himself again. This time he did something new.
He fingered a dollop of liquid soap up his boy bunger....he hunched his body
on that frigger....more....madly.... then the middle finger joined in!

He was frig-rammin' his boy hole for a good five minutes before that fabulous
tingle twitching took over from his insides out and he grabbed onto his cock
and drove it relentlessly through his cupped hand and tightening fingers till
he squealed for joy the third time in 40 minutes!
"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! Mother FUCKER! I will never have a gooder day den'iss....EVAHHHHH!"

He quivered and trembled at the precipice and then sank to his knees in a
cascade of rushing shower water washing the seeds of his boyness down the drain
forever....till the next time....don'tcha love it....yuh can do it over and
over and over and and and....daamm is it ever so goooooooooooooooooooood!


So here we are with Mike coming one-on-one with his new student teacher for
the first time. He knew there wasn't much to what happened with his bud, Davey
the night before when Dave's tutoring arrangings were set up. He knew Ian had
done a video layout in Davey's room. Otherwise, he was there on his own, to
see mostly what he could find out about their first ever 'mark'. The kids could
honestly say they'd never trolled for queers.
Yet something wired Davey about this teacher from the moment he set eyes on
him.

"Sit here, Michael," Dan said, patting a chair he'd placed next to his at the
teacher's desk. They were going to work at Dan's desk instead of a student
desk like he had with Davey the day before. He figured he'd have more control
and be able to put more distance between himself and the student.

"Mike," Mike corrected in a typical teen grunt.

"Okay, that's fine....Mike," Dan said.

"I've scanned your records Michael...Mike....and you are way down this year
compared to last....in everything. Have you any clue?"

Mike shrugged, "Nope. Dunno! Hate fuc--uh...school...guess....'at's all,"
Mike answered.

"Well, whatever happened...happened in the last six months, Mike. You had
solid 'B' grades last year as a freshmen....and that's the toughest year for new
high school kids."

Mike sometimes never showed any prides in himself, and so when the new
student teacher pressed for answers, Mike finally said...."Well, Misterrrr..."

"Summers," Dan helped..."Summers."

Fucking Mike said, "Yeh. Well...this past year..." and he leaned in looking
all around him like searching to hide from spies, "Are we perfeckly secrets
here....nobuddy says nothin'at happens wit'us...here?" Mike whispered.

"Of course, Mike. And I'm sure I can help," Dan consoled.

"Diss year...I mean I been gettin' my share'a pussy and all since 6th
grade....but...b--but
somethin' happened....and...wh-when I'm in the locker room and gym and
all...even at the pool and the beach....man......I get s-o-o-o-o-o harrrrrrrrd when
I see a kid with a nice piece tucked in his shorts or hanging out all
togedder. I-I-Iyiii think I'm....yuh...know.... bein'           q-qw-queer!!" and he
dropped his head into Danny's shoulder and bawled right there in the empty
classroom.

Dan was petrified! He didn't know whether he should move the crying kid, or
get out of there, or what? What if somebody walks by? He's not sure the way
things are if he could explain a handsome tool of boy nuzzling his neck!!!!

He took a deep breath and with an arm around Mike, he smoothed his palm down
the back of the kid's head. He did feel the kid's neck to be clammy, so it was
probably real....and not an act.

Dan stood and tugged the whimpering teen up with him and held his face in
both hands like a mommy does saying, "Let's get you help Mike. The school has a
psychologist you can let it all out with and knows what to tell you about your
feelings....and other boys and stuff."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You said! Nobuddy knows!" Mike raged out loud surely
heard in the hall outside the closed door.

"Okay! Okay, Mike....I won't tell...only you can do that anyway. If you don't
want to go, then...." Dan offered and was cut off.

"You said...YOU could help me.....YOU HELP MEEEEE!" Mike yowled and Dan was
completely sure the kid was horrified of his sexual 'discovery'....and now
terrified himself at the kid's fear and screamy rant.

"I will! I will!" Dan reinforced. "I will give you my time anytime I'm free
to help you deal with this....annnnd, it might just be a normal thing...you
know boys your age are hard, you know....just because....?" Dan comically
suggested.

"I-I don't know 'bout that...just, I been having dreams and wackin' off
thinking of my friends....even kids I see in the street....having thoughts.'..even
thinking I'm suck...suckin'em....and gettin' fucked in the ass....ohgod, ahm
godddddd...sucha messs!" he cried again into Dan.

Completely encircling the boy's shoulders with his arms now, Dan said, "I'll
be here for you, boy.....I'll be here......I know what yur feeling....."

Really......hmmmmmmmmm........

As they stood seemingly motionless, Dan didn't even pick up that Mike was
bending his knees slightly and straightening and repeating and thrilling his
peter head against Dan's clothed body. Before Dan picked up on it Mike pulled Dan
tight to him with arms around Dan's back, and hunched his steelhard prick
against Dan's privates. Dan felt it for sure but thought that was part of the
sensual nature of things when a kid lost control of what and who he was, seeking
satisfaction wherever he could get it.

They broke finally, and Dan's heaving, short breaths were obvious....and very
obvious to Mike. He feigned looking down as if to not want to show his face
after admitting he thinks he's queer, but was checking Dan's pants.

There was a small spot about the size of a pencil eraser right where the lump
of Danny's hard as a rock dick was pasted against his belly in his boxer
briefs.

As Mike picked up his backpack, he looked sullenly into his teacher's face
and said...."When I beat my meat last night....I dreamed it.....it was yours
and....annnnnd....I ate yur load!"

"Bammmmm!" the door slammed shut! Mike was gone....and soooooo was
Danny....who stood in the front of his classroom of two days trembling from his
encounter with yet another very attractive spunker....and from the revelation that the
kid lusted for him......like Dan
lusted..............................................for Mike!!??????

As soon as he was in the hall, the fuckin' teen conman jumped two bent knees
in the air, his heels touching his ass, and high fived his own self!

He was sure he'd locked up the fuckin' teech for a go down some time
v-e-r-r-r-y soooooon! He wanted to try to make some kinda move right while he had the
young dude in go-down, but he thought the better of it. He'd get with Davey
who set the whole idea in motion in the first place.

But in spite of his fivin' himself, he found himself saying, "Fuckin'
asshole...yuh dumbshit...yuh had his ass right there....right fuckin' then!!!

Finally he got control and realized, it was 8:15 in the fuckin' morning and
the first class bell was gonna ring any minute....THAT'S why he couldn't start
anything....but mannnn ....did he ever need that Mandy bitch's mouth from his
homeroom walin' on his hog to get him past this crazed red-bone disaster he
found himself in.

He knew he was free till the bell with the pass he had for the meeting with
Summers,
sooooo, whut to do???!!!

Both his claws were deep in his pockets working his peter past the point of
no return. Horny fucking toad that Mikey was, doing knee bends in the middle of
the hall and tightening his thighs into his balls, he didn't even make it to
the nearest boys room....he ran under the stairs down the hall and with his
eyes tearing he pumped his nut in his boxers and ripped at his fly to get his
pud out to at least hold it while he got off!!!!  dayammmm there ain't nuthin'
worse....well for the moment, there ain't nuthin' worse than pumping yur spooge
without being able to hold yourself and give it that grand feel as the
shivers and twitches and tingles course up and down your spine into the hairs on
your head and down inside your thighs into them curling toes in your sockless
sneakers....."Ohhhhhhhgodddddddd!" the kid roared in the loudest hoarse whisper
trying to cover the exhilaration from his raging palmfucking!!!!!

He trembled and fell to the wall. His purple knob peeking out above his
forefinger...the last of his sauce ooozed down his fingers to the tiled floor. He
leaned into the wall for what seemed like hours and then he started when the
bell rang his chimes and took him out of his stupor. He looked at his gooey
fingers, and after first assuring and pleasing himself that no spooge glopped on
his jeans, he looked for something to wipe his hand....

He finally wiped his spoo on the wall and the underside of the stairs, and
made his way to the boys room to wash the dirty sticky off of him before first
class.

Fucking boy teens are so amazing! As he wetmopped his crewed hairs, he smiled
and checked his teeth and was snaking up in his pants again from just
thinking about his Mandy bitch troll of the moment. You'd think he never met Dan
Summers who was left vacant and lost in the front of his classroom needing so
badly to 'know' Mike...to know male sex...lust...and sate his need for all of what
he'd been denying all these years....but.... whut...whut about Gail??????


Ian

Ian was a geek of sorts, not in the traditional sense, but only that he got
wrapped up in electronics and computers and all, while the other kids were into
sports when they weren't trackin' cunt or beatin' off.

He was a handsome kid about 5' 9". Dressed to the baggy style, though not the
magazine clothes. His wearables were not label....like no Dockers, Nikes, or
'boks. Yet, he was stylish for the times.

In loafers and no socks he met with Dan after classes to discuss his low
grade pull to date.

"With your interests you surely don't lack the intelligence to do better Ian,
so what do you think it is?"

"I don't know Mr. Summers...all's I know is I do 2 hours' homework every
night but am so muffled up with ideas for new ways to do a 'puter game or better
way to reorganize my dad's security system at the store....I just hate this
fucking....uhhhmmm....yuh know...book stuff."

Ok, Ian, that gives us a start. Maybe we want to combine the topics. I was
thinking while you were talking, that you could keep a notepad, next to you, or
right on the computer, if you do your homework on it. This way, when your mind
shifts to work at dad's store, swap screens and do some diagramming till the
ideas wane, then shift back. You'll find you're keeping interest in both
going, and one effort will start to support the other.

Ian, who really was no dope, got it. He actually did do that but only working
between games and the store security...now he could add his homework to it
and make it fun sort of...maybe.

He smiled wide at Dan like the light went on....but then he went down a bit,
fidgeting in his chair which he had pulled up next to Dan's desk.

Dan was so into the real teacher-student stuff, he hadn't even noticed the
kid's hand was in his pocket most of the time. He'd been working his peter head
into a frenzy and had gotten himself hot as a firecracker before he knew it!

His breathing stunted....haltingly....and he seemed to almost buck up in his
chair....and then Dan could see the sheen of sweat beading on the boy's face
which had gone a bright shade of crimson....and then there were three more
mini-jolts seemingly from the kid's inner core till he slumped down and back in
his seat....looking down but with his eyes closed....."Huhhhhhhhhhhmmm," is all
Dan heard from the kid who clearly had blowed a wad of teen spunk into his
pants right in front of his teacher!

Dan was all flustered now that he 'got it,' and tried to make like he was
moving papers on his desk and all. It wasn't much longer till there was slightest
hint of spermy funk coursing under Dan's nose....and he sure didn't need that
now with all the sexual tension he'd been under the last 18 hours!

Sheepishly, Ian looked up at Dan finally, barely having recovered normal
breathing....and said, "Oh-uh m-mannn....y-yuh knowwwww....don'tcha? I-I-I
don't...ohgoddd. It's so fuck--I can't help it."

Dan felt sorry for the young spunker, and rolled his castered chair around
alongside Ian and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "It's natural, Ian. Don't
shame up over it."

"Oh fuck...s-s-r...it's not even THAT! I fuckin' jerk off alla times. Gotta
fuckin' do it...jus' gotta....

"Thing is...I don't yuh know...gurrrrrls...man...they don't dig me, and I
swear they know by not going out wiff me they make me jack my dick into
hamburger!"

Danny almost laughed at the funny of Ian's line, but continued to hold an arm
around him as the trembling subsided following the kid's aftercum throes.

"I need so much fuckin' help doin....being...yuh know,
having.....SHIT....HAVING FUCKIN' SEX! I never had it...any...whutever. THIS is IT" he screamed in
raging complaint holding his hand palm up to the teacher who was right next to
his face...feeling the young dude's heat....his passion....the sex in the
moment....Ian didn't know whut was happening.....he knew whatever it was felt so
goddam gooood...better than anything he'd felt in a long long time since his
voice changed prob'ly.

"Oh godddddddddddddddd!" Ian cried out, burying his face into Danny's neck,
bucking from deep in his inner self, sobbing uncontrollably. "Goddd I need it
so bad...I need...I need SOMEbody...anyBODY....god oh, please, oh
please....Missst...uh....sirr....whut am I gonna do???"

"I can't stand hearing the other kids....alla sex and fuckin' and gurrrls
and, and bein' such a fuckin' freak!" the kid cried into Dan's soaked through
oxford shirt collar.

Dan was a mess. His rockhard prick needed relief itself. Dan could hardly
breath from the lust he felt at that very moment annnnnnnd for the whole time
since the kid pumped his boy seed into his boxers right in front of him!

Then thing of things....Ian curled himself around and into and over Danny
Summers' lap with his left leg and started....omigoddd, Danny was so fucking
freaked....the young teen dude was humping into Dan's body there as they rutted
together against the blackboard with the wheels of the teacher's chair grinding
and squeaking with every teenboy thrust into Dan's thigh!

It seemed like the squeaks and chair groans were like thunder in Dan's ears.
EVERYBODY within miles must hear it!

He was nearly out of his mind.....the kid snugged into his chest....actually
biting open his shirt and licking his bare skin.....just then Dan caught
himself thanking his stars for not wearing a tee shirt that day, and shamefully
realizing he was going down with this kid and couldn't help himself.....

Oh mannnn....they slipped from the chair which shot across the front of the
room when Dan's butt slipped off and freed from seating the double weight of
the two young boymen.

Ian seemed to just oooze over top of Dan there on the floor between the wall
and desk, and he slipped partially under the desk. He rutted his cumsopped
prick against his boxers, pants and onto Dan's raging fucking joystick.

Dan was gone....really and truly GONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

It was like Ian knew it. Was he really the innocent virgin spunkrat he seemed
to be...seemed to be telling his teacher he was?

Ian was doing something resembling a rutfucking military crawl the length of
Dan's nearly six foot, slender, clothed frame.

At end, here he was with his funky, smoldering pants crotch fully loaded with
boyteen spermage, sending Dan into a whole 'nother world of sex, lust need
and omigodddddddd!

Dan licked the kid's pants front...he wormed his taster down to where the
kid's balls should be....and then all the way back up to the zipper tag! He could
all but taste....he COULD taste the kid's seedage! It was permeating the
cloth of the boxers and the chino-type pants Ian had been wearing. It was fucking
seeping through! Goddddddddd.....he swooned. He never never NEVER even THOUGHT
about eating spooge....and here he was sucking for his dear life to get every
last ounce of boycurd he could out of those steamy, teenboi pants!

Ian was wild! He was crazed! He was hump-fucking his teacher's smothered,
soppy-pantsed sweat-frothing face! He couldn't see his teacher anymore. His head
was angled up against the front wall of the classroom under the
blackboard....his legs were back under the knee-well of the teacher's desk.

His teen tail or back bumped up into the drawer underneath every few seconds.
It didn't cut his fuckfrenzy in the slightest. He started to pick up his
ramfucking face feed of his teacher when he felt his cock pulled out of his boxers
by the teacher's wild sucking lips and tongue! He pounded that student
teacher's face like an engine piston.....this boy who'd already shot his spunkwad
earlier, was going for the mother lode this time, and he had a cocksucker to
take it. Ian was still gonna be a virgin with the local cunt, but mannnnn he was
having his blowjob flower taken....and rabidly....ravenously so!

"Wurrlpp! Duhluppurrngh! Uwhrrlpp!"

"Ohgod ohgod ohgoddddddddddddddddd!!! That's...That's...ohhh
it's....cummmmminnnnn'! Please, oh teech, oh man....suck it....suck
it...ohmigodddd....eatmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

The room was quiet.

Not a sound.

Dan's ears were filled with the beat of his youngman's heart and his having
realized possibly the longest running suppressed dream of his life!

Ian was slumped to the floor under the board in the afterfuck of his first
ever blowjob! His body heaved up and down above his teacher's face and head. His
pants and boxers were a few inches beneath his nutsack which was starting to
sag lower after tightening up to shoot off into the young teacher's facehole.

Dan and his teen student would NEVER forget this.....neither would the
electric eye and minicam lens that Ian had planted under the chalk ledge during the
day!

Danny just lay splayed out getting back to normal breathing under Ian. He was
STILL smelling what made this boy what he was to Dan....a spunk factory for
Dan to drain when and where he could???!!!

Dan was spreadeagled....arms and legs out wide....he was nearly dazed and
could have fallen asleep in his own aftercum! He'd blowed his own nut at the same
time! His pants were soaked in teecha spermage!

Ian rose up on his knees with great strain at first. Then when he sat back on
his heels, he looked back and down with some amusement that his loafers had
come off during his lust-filled face fuck of his teacher and he was barefoot
and hard there in his classroom for the first ever time.

Then he looked to his teacher's face, and trailed the stare down the wrinkled
mass of shirt, seeming to be crumpled in various directions on the guy's
chest and belly. Ian couldn't help but notice that the teacher had spooged his own
pants and the half-dollar sized glistening spot showed it.

With a big smile, Ian grabbed the teacher's hand and placed it right on the
stain and smoooshed it all around gooing up the teacher's whole pubes with
spent boyman goo. Then with Danny's hand still on his own fly....damn....newly
fingering himself.....Ian smacked hard down on top of it with his own hand, and
got up, waved his semi-flagging wick at Dan and holstered it back up into his
boxers....then zipped his pants while working his toes around to get his
loafers back on without bending down to get them in place.

See yuh tuhmorrah, teech," Ian said as he reached above the teacher's head
and pulled the cam and wires he'd taped there. He couldn't wait to get home and
download this shit onto the 'puter for the guys! Damn.....he pressed his palm
into his pants....just the thought of having his teacher on tape doing him so
fucking fine this afternoon made him horny as a fuckin'
toad....AGAINNNNNNN!!!!!! He actually shoved both hands between his legs under his balls and hunched
against his forearms like a fucking dog in heat.... hollllleeeeeeee
sheeeittttt this kid was on fucking fire!

Who'd a thunk it? The first of the dudes to down the new teech....was geeky
boy Ian.... not so geeky afterall, eh? Go EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The delirious kid broke into a run for home clutching to the cam so tight he
was white knuckling....but....he couldn't make it that far. First....well, he
was good at sports and all in spite of it not being his fave thing, but he
just couldn't keep up the pace the whole way....and and and....he had to fucking
get off...AGAINNNNN!!!!

He charged into the park toilet on his way and practically fell into the bowl
getting his ass down and his cock out, qwaffing short breaths which were both
the result of his running wild after he banged teecha's face and the need to
take himself in hand one more fucking ONCE! He spit in his hand and whipped
that puppy to another frothy teencreaming waddddddddddd! "Ohgod! Ohgod! Oh my
godddddddd! Sooooooooo goooood!!!!"


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