Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 13:23:51 +0100 From: Thane Erotas Subject: Perks of Teaching 3 Disclaimer When browsing through stories I have more than once encountered one that depicts activities or characters that I don't like. If that happens to you when reading this story, do as I do: stop reading and find a story better suited to your taste. As a form of courtesy to you, and to avoid frustration with reading a lot only to discover that this story isn't actually what you're looking for, I want to inform you that I consider myself to be bisexual. Though I'm mostly inclined towards straight sex, I do have an interest in the male body. Some parts of this story will depict straight events, while in others I'll draw from gay fantasies. Besides the orientation, I'm convinced it's hard or even impossible to credibly and interestingly portray sexual acts you don't have an interest in yourself. As such I won't go there. I'm not a native English speaker, so I hope everyone will forgive me the probably unavoidable language mistakes. As a quick side note: yes, as every writer I do welcome constructive criticism, both on language as on the contents. Writing this story I had people in mind I actually know in order to make it easier for me to visualize the portrayed events. Of course their names are changed and it's even very doubtful the real persons behind the story would ever act the way I have them do on paper. That said, there shouldn't be any doubt anymore about the reality of this story: there isn't any. Everything you read, came to unfold in my mind only. In our thoughts we are all free, in our actions we are not. Finally, I wanted to point out that I have published the first two installments on another site before; starting from this chapter, it will be brand new. All this being said, I hope a lot of people will enjoy what's to come. The perks of teaching III. Desert A few days later we had left Florence for a day trip to Siena. The night with the boys had helped a lot in clearing the air by then. It took Ryan and Kyle some time, but by then they had stopped avoiding me just like Joey and Vince had almost immediately. After visiting the central piazza and city hall, the cathedral and some minor other sites, we let our students explore the city for themselves after setting a time that everyone had to be back at the bus parking. When all students knew the arrangements for the rest of the stay in Siena, we left them and went looking for a small restaurant for lunch. As the other teachers had visited Siena multiple times by then, they preferred to chill out on the terrazza of the restaurant where we had lunch. As I wanted to go for a walk and find some books on the city in order to better prepare myself next year, it was decided we'd split up and just like our students we'd see each other again at the bus parking. With that I left them and started wandering through the maze of streets without any clear goal. Just let the streets take me wherever. After an hour or so I figured I had seen enough. By then I had also found two decent books that weren't too boring to read, but at the same time informative enough to be usefull. So I decided to start finding my way back to the rendez-vous point. Apparently I was closer to the bus parking than I thought, because it only took me about fifteen minutes to get there, which left me with something of half an hour before everyone was supposed to be back. Half an hour was not enough to go back into the city, but it is a long time if you have to wait. I praised my fortune that I had just bought something to read. But first I needed a bathroom break. Luckily there was a public restroom at the parking, so I walked over there. Inside I noticed there was no one there, so I could take the urinal at the far end. You know, if at some point a whole bus load of tourists would be dropped off while I was here, at the most you still get only one neighbour while you're peeing. Not that the chances for that were very big – after all, how long does it take to pee? – but it's a habit. Nevertheless, I did hear someone entering behind me while I was there, and walking to the urinals. I glanced sideways and noticed that it was Joey. He must have arrived at the bus parking shortly after me. Strange enough, he didn't choose a urinal at the other end of the row, as any guy would have done. He came up right next to me. "Hi," was all he said, with a grin on his face. "Hm, hi." I was a bit uncomfortable talking while doing my business. Even more so as Joey continued to look at me, while I heard him unzip his fly. Luckily I was finished by then, so I could stuff my dick back in my pants and get out. At that point I noticed something in the corner of my eye, which triggered me to actually look at him and down. Joey clearly wasn't here to pee. His 8 inch cock was fully engorged, and he was slowly stroking it. There was no doubt he was doing this for my viewing pleasure. "Like it?" I could feel myself turn slightly red. I still had my dick in my hand, being stopped right before putting it away. The response of my dick to the sight of Joey jerking his cock was immediate. Joey noticed right away. "Seems like you do." He didn't need an answer. I couldn't stop myself from starting to stroke my own cock, which didn't take long to be at its full length. But I didn't want to just jerk off. Joey had made it absolutely clear by his actions that there wasn't any danger in me trieing to get more out of this. I quickly looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone else in the restrooms and nodded towards the cubicles. "In there." We didn't even bother to zip back up, and just dashed for the nearest cubicle, dicks swaying in front of us. I made sure to lock the door, before turning towards Joey. We looked at each other with hungry eyes. I took a small step closer, until our dicks touched each other, closely followed by our lips. It was a short kiss, that was more like a knock on the door for the next one. We both opened our mouths and let our tongues come out to play together. At the same time I grinded into him, our dicks rubbing against each other. I really like the feeling of a hardon against my own, but I knew I couldn't savour this feeling for long. Reluctantly I broke our kiss. "We don't have much time," I whispered, at the same time reaching out to undo the button of his jeans and pulling them down. Joey's full package again revealed, it became clear how much his big dick was complemented even more by his great looking set of balls. While I left my left hand caressing his side, my right hand travelled to the front, cupping his balls and weighing them in my hand before it went up to the main event. I let my fingertips graze his pulsing shaft, before pulling down his foreskin. Joey was looking at me intently when I moved closer and started to plant small kisses all over his dick. Joey's sighs made it clear he was enjoying this, but I wanted to get a real taste, and I doubt he was going to object. I stuck out my tongue and licked his dick from the base to its head. I continued licking his dick, while I played with his balls, every so often changing and putting my mouth on his balls while holding his now wet dick in my hand. After a while I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed his dick. Joey's instincts took over now. He would have really started to fuck my mouth if I didn't have my right hand still on him to slow him down. I managed to get his humping under control and really started to suck on his dick, alternating with some tongue play. To intensify his stimulation I cupped his balls. Shortly after I started gently kneading them, I felt Joey tense up and I knew he was close. Very soon afterwards I felt the surge from his balls to his dick before he exploded in my mouth. When his orgasm had subsided, I made sure to clean his softening dick, before I let go of it. While his breathing was returning to normal, I stood up, smiling. Joey looked me in the eyes before his gaze travelled downwards to my now almost painfully hard dick. He reached for my cock and started to slowly jerk me of. "Looks like you could use the same treatment," he said smirking. "I'm not objecting." He went down on his knees, never letting go of my dick. Almost mimicking my course of action, he started by kissing and licking every spot of my thobbing dick. Youthfull impatience soon took over as he let my hard cock disappear in his mouth. When my dick was as far in his mouth as he could take it, Joey let it rest there for a short moment, as if he wanted to get used to the feeling. It didn't take long before he first started to swirl his tongue around my dick, still keeping it deep in his mouth, and then switched to a slow sucking motion. As he increased the speed, I could feel my climax starting to build after a very few minutes, already stimulated by sucking off Joey just moments before. Even though I knew it would be better to finish our encounter quickly to make sure no one would notice we had spent a lot of time in the restrooms, I automatically tried to prolong the feeling as long as I could, closing my eyes to concentrate on fighting back my orgasm. However, as soon as I looked back at the handsome boy with his lips round my cock, all efforts were doomed to fail. I quickly felt the passing of the point of no return, and as my jizz started its journey from my balls to his mouth, I completely gave in to the pleasure. It clearly wasn't the first time for Joey, but some youthfull inexperience showed in his surprise when the first volley hit his throat. He quickly recovered and was mostly able to take the rest of the seed I was donating. Just a little bit was seeping out of his mouth. When the tidal wave was over, I pulled my dick from his mouth and helped Joey to his feet. Lovingly I used my thumb to remove the small string of cum that had escaped his lips. Neither of us knew what to say at this point. We just smiled at each other. After just a few seconds, I kissed Joey on his lips. "We should get back, before someone notices we've been in here for a long time," I whispered. After making sure there was no one else in the restrooms, we left the stall, and joined the rest of the group, which by then was almost complete. We left Italy a few days later, without any other private meetings. At the time I thought my activities with the boys were a once in a lifetime stroke of luck. In reality it turned out I had only just started on an active pursuit of sexual encounters with hot teens.