Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 21:37:12 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: College Teacher. Chapter Four

   The next day was almost the same pattern as before. After breakfast, I
worked at my notes in our sitting room while he went off with the boys to
the camp site. I joined them after lunch and found that Kit had managed to
get this huge rope tied up to the tree branch that overhung the pool. There
was a secondary rope tied to this to pull it back for the next person to
swing out.
   I could see that the two boys were eager to try this out but Kit, having
done the work fixing it, used it first. We'd all stripped naked and Kit
stood on the small platform and launched himself out and swung right out
over the pond and let go and fell with a mighty splash into the water.
   `This'll be fun for the others,' he cried after he'd surfaced. `Come on,
next!' The boys had been jumping about and so I let them go first and
watched as they, in turn, swung out and dropped into the water and then it
was my turn. I fluffed it by swinging out and I didn't let go and swung
right back. `You're supposed to let go,' Kit cried out to the laughter of
the boys who were watching. I'm sure I looked most ungainly as I swung out
and let go, my legs flying up high and landing on my back with a big smack
onto the surface of the pool.
   `Well it works,' Kit said as he helped me stand up as I shook the water
from my eyes to see the boys already scrambling out for another go.
   `Geronimo!' cried the first one.
   `Banzai!' shouted the next one as he landed almost on top of the first
one.
   `Let them enjoy themselves,' he said. `Let us swim. But be careful when
we come back that they don't drop down on us.' So we swam and the boys kept
swinging out to much cries and laughter.
   Too soon it was time to get going back to the college for supper. The
boys thrilled at being the first ones to use the rope over the pool.
   We were in the hall eating and having a bottle of wine between us when
Kit asked me if I would like to sleep in the tent again. I told him yes and
got myself an erection at the thought of having him jerk me off again and,
which was more to the point, of having his throbbing cock in my hand
again. I licked my lips remembering what I had done the previous night.
   We had a swim first before laying out on the grass in the last rays of
the sun, drinking some beer. In a pause of our conversation, I was thinking
of what we would be doing later in the tent and found that I was already
getting an erection.
   `Ho ho. I see that you would like to do what we did last night,' he
smiled. I blushed and admitted that I did and so we got up and went
inside. It was getting dark quite fast but there was still just enough
light for me to see him sit up and take my erection in his hand and hold it
erect.
   `I like your prick,' he said as he began to move his hand up and down on
it. `Big, hard and feels right at home in my hand.'
   `I like yours too,' I replied being polite though I did like it, the
same as he'd said about mine. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the
pleasure of him wanking me and finally groaned that I was coming and tensed
up as I had my release, him with the tissues ready to catch it.
   It was now dark when he laid himself down and I sat up and took the
tissues from him and felt for him and found he was as hard as I had been.
   `This is really lovely,' he said softly as my hand moved up and down,
moving that silken sheath over the hard piece of flesh that it covered.
   `I'm nearly there,' he groaned and I felt his body begin to stiffen up
and then, for some inexplicable reason, I bent down and took the head of
his cock into my mouth. Was it because I had tasted his semen the night
before and wanted to taste it again? Or was there a streak of homosexuality
about my being that made me do this? I don't know but I got another
erection at just doing this single act. He gave out a sharp exclamation at
what I had done but it was too late for him to react one way or another.
   The head of his cock was firmly in my mouth and I could feel the heat
from it as I clamped my lips tight round the rim as my hand kept pumping up
and down. He came in one almighty burst and I felt the stream of it hit my
upper palate and stick as it was followed up by three other gouts, lesser
each time, but enough come to fill my mouth which I held there till he'd
finished. I kept on squeezing him till I knew he was empty, breathing hard
through my nose until I finally released him and then used the tissues to
spit it all out. Even though I did this, I still had quite a bit left which
I moved about with my tongue getting the same salty taste as before.
   `Well I didn't expect that Colin,' he said as I laid down. `Thank you.'
I felt him move up and the next thing, I had him give me a kiss. I can't
say I was shocked but I was certainly surprised for it was the first time I
had ever been kissed by another man, but then, it was also the first time
I'd ever sucked on a man's cock too. It was a soft touching of lips and it
gave me a queer kind of thrill and I felt myself getting another erection.
But this time, he was asleep when I gave myself another hand job, thinking
of the audacious thing I had done and having him kiss me afterwards.