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Trevor and I were laying on my bed with him holding me in his arms. I could feel his heart beat against the back of my head. His breathing was so soft and calm it was lulling me to sleep.
"Travers," Trevor said softly. "Can I...um...put my hand in your shirt?"
I grinned and nodded. "You don't have to ask, Trev, I'm all yours." He nervously fumbled his hand under my shirt and moved it up my stomach, resting it right below my chest.
"You're so warm," he mentioned. He brushed his other hand over my crotch which was sporting a nice tent. "And really hard."
"What can I say?" I said.
Trevor got bolder and decided to keep his hand on my hard member. I was miserable. Here I am laying with my boyfriend who is touching me down there and me not being able to do anything about it. What's a guy to do? Well, Trevor decided to answer that for me in his own way. He clumsily unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my zipper down. The thoughts of what might ensue from his actions were driving me even more crazy. With my briefs completely vulnerable to his hand, I started to squirm with anticipation.
"Getting a little excited are we?" Trevor lightly laughed. I could only moan in reply because after he spoke he gave my hard-on a squeeze. "I want you, Travers." He shifted to sit up. I got off the bed and almost tore my shirt off. Trevor stopped me before I could bring my briefs down. "Stop,"
"Why?" I asked bewildered.
"Because I just want to take in your beauty. You do know that I am absolutely in love with you right? I never stopped loving you." The love I could feel in his words was stunning. If I wasn't so damned horny I probably would've started to cry.
"I love you too, Trevor, so much." I hooked my thumbs underneath the waistband of my briefs. Slowly and sensually, I slid them down, letting them fall to my feet. Trevor's eyes went slightly wide as I stood there completely naked. For a moment, I let him soak all of my body in before pouncing on top of him. I feverishly probed my tongue on and out of his mouth. "I want you to fuck me."
"You don't..." Trevor let out a long moan caused by my devilish hand. "...need to ask twice." He shucked his shirt off and lifted his butt to remove his pants. I helped him with that part. All of my passion and lust were coming out in my actions. His pants were off in mere seconds and we resumed making out.
I remembered how sensitive my ear lobes were and pondered if Trevor's were also. His ear lobes practically sang to me as my mouth got closer and closer. I took one in my mouth and nibbled on it.
"Oh, God!" Trevor moaned loudly. I flicked it with my tongue some then moved to his neck. "Ahh," he cried out after I bit his neck. I was working on giving him a hickey. I was more careful on biting and sucking his neck after that.
I slid my tongue around his nipples. He continuously moaned in acceptance of what I was doing. Once I felt he'd had enough foreplay, I scooted back until I felt his raging member on my butt. A lone lotion bottle sat atop my nightstand. I pumped some in my hand then covered the visitor with the goopy lube.
It has been a long time since I last had a cock up me, especially one that was the size of Trevor's. I very carefully guided him into me. The moment his head popped into my hole, he let out a low moan. A few seconds later after I got accustomed to his head, I began to sink lower and lower onto his shaft. He grabbed me by the waist and helped me keep a steady balance on lowering myself. Once he was all the way, I just sat there getting used to the feeling of him inside me. And then once that feeling was gone, I started to move myself up and down his cock.
"Fuck, Travers, this feels amazing." Trevor panted.
I leaned forward and placed my lips on his. My tongue was propelling itself in and out of Trevor's greeting mouth. I moved my hips faster and as I grew more comfortable in general. My hormones were suddenly going on overdrive. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming. Every time Trevor's cock would brush against my prostate I was sent into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. Our moans were mixing and becoming increasingly louder as our fucking went on.
"Travers, you're so..." Trevor panted, "Fucking hot!" I just pushed down onto him harder. "I can feel...something." Little beads of sweat were dripping off his face. I hadn't even noticed our sweat before, and both of us were pretty sweaty.
My own orgasm I wasn't even focused on. The only thing that was going through my mind was the constant pleasure Trevor was giving me. But after he said he could feel it, I felt my own rising. With the approaching end, I wanted to give Trevor something to come back for. I squeezed my cheeks together as tight as I could and moved faster.
"Ohh, Trevor, I...I..." I breathed hard, but I couldn't talk anymore as my orgasm swept through me. I nearly screamed in pleasure. Upon hearing my orgasm, and slightly feeling it, Trevor let out a loud moan and roughly thrusted into me. I could feel his cum squirt inside me, and I felt a lot of squirts.
"Travers, fuck," Trevor gasped.
I let out a sexy chuckle and then collapsed on top of his heaving chest. I could feel my cum being mashed between our bodies. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I reached on my nightstand for my fan remote; I turned my fan on. Trevor's cock was still inside of me. It felt like it hadn't softened at all. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. I'm not sure why, but it could be because I truly care for Trevor. It wasn't just some mindless fuck with someone who I didn't even know.
"That was awesome," I said with a huge grin.
"No kidding," he panted. "Shouldn't we have used a condom though?"
"Probably, but my test from when I was raped came out clean. I am disease free, and I know you're a virgin so I'm not worried. Besides, I plan on being with you for quite some time, sir." I merrily spoke. I still couldn't get the feeling of joy out of my system. Not completely out, you know, but just enough to calm myself down.
"Well, that's good." Trevor stated coolly. "When are Tyler and Jared supposed to be home?"
"Hmm, I think Jared said whenever Tyler feels like it. Why? What time is it?"
Trevor checked his cell phone. "It's almost seven."
"Wow, they left at one. I feel really bad for Tyler."
"Same here," Trevor sighed. "But he has great adoptive parents from what you've told me. He has an awesome husband and two amazing sons, one of which is breathtaking."
I blushed. "Oh, Trev, stop."
"Walking the truth," he laughed.
"Shit, I forgot about Keegan! I hope he didn't hear you." I got up and started to get dressed.
"Me?" Trevor laughed. "If I'm not mistaken, I believe it was also you who was moaning."
"Whatever, dude," I giggled as I stepped out of my room making sure to close the door behind me. I walked upstairs to Keegan's room, finding him playing video games. "Don't you ever get tired of those?"
"No," he barely said.
"You been up here this whole time, Keeg?" I asked coyly, afraid of his answer.
"No," He was still staring intently at the TV.
"Did you come down in the last twenty or thirty minutes?"
I nervously chuckled. "You didn't hear anything unusual did you?"
"You mean Trevor's sounds or yours?"
"Oh, boy," I sighed. "You aren't gonna tell Tyler or Jared are you?"
He paused the game and looked up at me. "Of course not," he smiled. "What kind of brother would I be if I ratted on you for enjoying yourself?"
"Thanks, Keegan, I owe you one. And I'm sorry that you had to hear that." I said sincerely.
"Oh, by the way," Keegan said, continuing his game. "Tyler and Jared have been home for twenty minutes."
"Love you too, Travers." Keegan laughed hysterically.
I walked out of his room and noticed that their bedroom door was in fact closed. The only time it's closed is when they're in it talking or having sex. So since the door is closed they are probably deciding on my punishment for having sex. The punishment will probably be even worse considering I had a boy over when they weren't home and because Keegan is here. I walked back downstairs to my room to await my grim punishment.
"Did he hear anything?" Trevor asked me. He was fully dressed just sitting on my bed without a care in the world.
"Yeah, he heard us all right, but he's not the person I'm worried about." I emotionlessly said. I hung my head in shame as I sat next to him on the bed. "Tyler and Jared have apparently been home for the past twenty minutes."
"So they heard us when we..."
"Shit," he said in a panic. He started to pace around my room. "How am I going to be able to look them in the face again? Tyler's my teacher! How am I supposed to look him in the eye ever again?" Trevor was near tears when he was finished talking.
"Babe, calm down," I said calmly. "I'm sure they won't mind, but I know I'll be grounded after this."
"I should go," Trevor walked to my door and opened it, but suddenly got hit in the face.
"Oh, shit," I heard Jared say. I got up from my bed and checked out what happened. Trevor was bleeding from his nose. Jared rushed him into the kitchen and sat him on a stool.
"What happened?" I asked, standing next to Trevor.
"I hit him on the nose. He was walking out just as I was about to knock." Jared said. He got out a cloth and held it to Trevor's nose, tilting his head back.
Tyler walked in the kitchen. His eyes were red and puffy, I'm assuming from visiting his parent's gravesite. "Well, at least now we can talk to both you boys. Come into the living room, please."
Trevor and I walked into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. Tyler and Jared were standing in front of the TV just looking at the two of us. I was worried as to what they were going to say. What if they told me that I couldn't see Trevor anymore? Or what if they send me back to foster care?
"First off," Jared started, "I'm sorry for hitting you, Trevor."
"It's cool," Trevor mumbled through the cloth.
"Secondly, we heard you two when we got home." Tyler said. "Now, I don't mind what you two do behind closed doors, but when you do them please use protection. I don't want to point fingers here, but especially you, Travers." Tyler gave me a caring look. I knew he didn't mean any offense, and none was taken.
"And when you are supposed to be watching your brother." Jared broke in.
"Yes, if you're supposed to be watching your brother then that's what you should be doing." Tyler said.
"But don't worry, we aren't mad. We were teenagers once too." Jared grinned.
"Thanks, guys," I smiled. "We're sorry about that, but things just kind of got carried away real quick."
"And that's another thing. I don't seem to remember giving you permission to invite anyone over, Travers." Tyler scorned me.
"I'm sorry about that too, but I was really lonely and I really wanted to see him."
"We understand that, but you still need to get permission from us, okay?" Jared spoke.
"Understood," Trevor and I said in unison.
"Good, now, have you boys eaten yet?" Tyler asked us.
"No," I stated. "I was about to throw a pizza in the oven, but then I went up to check on Keegan and he said you guys were already home and then I sort of panicked."
Tyler laughed. "I'll order and see if Austin and Monica would like to join us."
"You think they're home?" Jared inquired.
"It's seven-thirty," Tyler said. "Monica's pregnant. Do you honestly think she'd be at a bar right now?"
* * * *
"Can you believe Austin? 'It was just a phase.'" I said to Jared who was getting undressed and ready for bed.
"Well, that kind of stuff happens. If you think about it, he never had a boyfriend or any kind of romantic relationship with a boy with the exception of that one day before our wedding." Jared said.
I let out a devilish laugh. "Yeah, how can I forget that day?"
"Anyways," Jared scoffed. "I'm glad that Trevor and Travers had sex today."
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Think about it. By them having sex, they are taking a giant step in their relationship. Sure, it was a little early for them to be doing something as mature as sex, but they both seem really happy. I think they could be together for a long time." Jared explained.
"They kind of remind me of us when we were teenagers." I said.
"Babe, it wasn't that long ago that we were. We're only in our mid-twenties."
"I know, but it just seems like forever ago."
The next day was spent just lounging at home. I allowed Travers to have Trevor over for the day and Keegan's friend Greg to come over. The boys spent most of the day swimming in the basement and watching movies. I on the other hand still had a lot of work I needed to grade. Luckily for me, my fabulous husband helped me out. We got half way through all the work when Keegan came running into the office announcing everyone was hungry. Seeing as it was already five, I figured I'd start up the barbeque and cook some hamburgers.
Each boy had about two burgers each. I swear they're like piranhas in shorts. For dessert I made them some milkshakes. Eventually I had to take Greg and Trevor home.
"Goooooood morning," I cheerfully said. "How was everyone's weekend?" I got a few tired replies. "Well, all right then." I began the lesson of the day.
The periods seemed to fly by. All my students seemed to be extra bright and happy today which made my job incredibly easy. Once the day was over, Travers met me in my room. He seemed extremely happy as well. The two of us walked to my newly fixed Murano. I put my stuff in and started her up. Travers hopped in, but suddenly stopped and looked to his left. His entire demeanor changed in a blink of an eye. He seemed to be fearful, but angry. I followed his stare with my own and quickly realized the reason for his sudden change.
"Dad, I never told you this, but Trevor told me his dad hits him. He told me he didn't do it a lot, but I don't believe him." Travers said quickly.
Rage suddenly fueled inside of me. The thought of that poor kid being abused blew me away. Without waiting for Travers to say anything else, I angrily got out of my Murano and stormed over to Trevor's dad. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and slammed him against his car.
"You hit the kid, I hit you." I irately said.
"Why you son of a-" He moved to hit me, but I caught his hand then hit him. I was about to hit him again, and I would've, if it weren't for a cop that pulled me off of him.
"I know I shouldn't have hit him in front of the students. I'm sorry about that." I said to Gary.
He let out a sigh then folded his hands. "Tyler, you are a good teacher. I know you've had a rough year. I've paid you even for all your absent days. This incident, however, is something that I just can't ignore. You went up to a man and hit him, not even in self-defense."
"I told you my reason though. Trevor is being abused by that man and I wasn't going to sit and watch him slap his son for-"
"I don't care," Gary surprisingly shouted. "You should have come to me if you even had the slightest suspicion."
"And I realize that, but the moment called for action."
"Tyler, you put your job in danger today."
I took a moment to let what he just said sink into me. "Are you going to fire me?"
"I'm not," I let out a sigh of relief. "But the district is another story. They have your records; all your sick days, absent days, and now this incident. They won't care whether or not you're a good teacher or a Good Samaritan. What they care about is how you represent your school. To be honest, you have had a bad teaching year. You've missed more days than some have in forty years." Gary was being very calm with all his words, but they were stinging me anyways.
"Can I do anything to prove them wrong?" I worriedly asked. I had previously felt so secure with my job that I never realized all my actions could have major consequences.
"Yes, you can start by missing no more work. You have to be here every single day for the rest of the year." Gary said.
"Of course, absolutely," I sighed in frustration.
* * * *
"Jared, there's an eight-year-old in exam room four. I need to go to x-ray. Can you take it for me?" Dr. Zanders asked me.
"Sure, no problem." I said. I walked into the room and found the little boy with an older man, I'm assuming his dad. "Hi, I'm Jared Young and I'll be filling in for Dr. Zanders."
"Mr. Robles," the man said, extending his hand. I shook it and immediately grew suspect of him.
"What seems to be the problem..." I checked the folder Zanders gave me. "Torry?"
"Me and my friends were playing soccer and one of them kicked the ball and it hit me in the stomach." Torry sadly said. Tears welled up in his eyes.
I put on a pair of latex gloves. "Well, let's have a look." I lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I stuck two fingers to his abdomen and he winced in pain. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt, Torry?"
"Eight," he mumbled.
I accidentally got to close to him and touched his leg with mine. He gasped and flinched. "Sorry, Torry." Then I got a wave of curiosity. I didn't touch him that hard so something must be hurting him on his legs. I reached down and rolled up a pants leg. To my horror, I discovered various scars and bruises scattered across his leg. "I thought you said you were hit in the stomach?"
"I was, but when I was...walking home I ran into...a fire hydrant." he said. His dad looked at me with nervousness.
I smiled. "Well, everything seems fine to me, Torry. I'll be right back. I'm going to go get you some pain pills." I removed my gloves then headed to the reception desk. I dialed Zanders's cell phone.
"Zanders," he answered.
"I think my patient is being abused."
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