Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 19:16:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Boy in the Rain This is a work of Gay fiction. The characters only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by homosexual sex acts between a man and a boy, please read no further. (Gay Adult Youth) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Miller Hawking was a 45-year-old elementary school teacher in a medium-sized city in Northern California. Mr. Hawking had been involved in an unhappy, childless eight-year marriage. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife. Well, at least on some level... it was just that there was no longer any reason to deny the fact that Miller he was gay. Living a double-life after his divorce, Miller would cruise the gay mecca of San Francisco for young men on weekends, while Monday through Friday he lived the buttoned-up, closeted life of a school teacher. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was raining heavily one winter evening as the sun had just disappeared in the west. Miller's windshield wipers were beating out a speedy cadence when the school teacher noticed a small figure walking alone in the heavy rain. Slowing down, Miller recognized that it was his former pupil, Eric O'Connell. With no hat or umbrella, and wearing only a light jacket, the boy was soaked from head to toe. The concerned man yelled out of the passenger window, "Eric, it's me. Mr. Hawking." Eric looked up. His eyes were bleary from the pounding rain. Stopping the car, and opening the passenger door, the school teacher commanded the boy to "Get in." Obeying wordlessly, Eric plopped his water-logged body on the car seat. Mr. Hawking chastised the boy: "What in the world are you doing out on a night like this?" "I can't go home right now," was the boy's only explanation. Offering to take Eric to his house to warm the boy up and dry his soaked clothes, the two sat quietly in the car. Mr. Hawking surmised that Eric, who had been a sixth grader in his class the previous year, was now a seventh grader in the local junior high, and about 13-years-old. It was a short drive to Mr. Hawking's home. Parking the car, the older man attempted to shield Eric from the rain with his umbrella as they ran into the house. Eric's medium-length blonde hair was matted from the rain, and he was dripping all over Mr. Hawking's wooden floors as his former school teacher led the boy to the bathtub. Telling the 13-year-old to undress so that he could wash and dry his clothes, Mr. Hawking began to run warm water into the bathtub. Eric peeled his thin, inadequate jacket and t-shirt from his cold, wet body, and kicked off his drenched shoes and socks. Looking at the shirtless boy, the school teacher noticed the first visible signs that the seventh grader was going through puberty. Eric's hairless, slender chest was developing muscle. The teen boy's brown nipples glistened from being wet, and were rigid from the cold. Unselfconsciously, Eric dropped his soggy pants and boxer shorts. Pretending to busy himself with the rising water in the tub, Mr. Hawking admired the few wispy blonde hairs that were appealingly emerging from Eric's legs and pubic area. Eric's 13-year-old penis was thin and flaccid from the cold, but nonetheless hung impressively, for a seventh grader, between his slender, young legs. Helping the naked boy into the tub, Mr. Hawking told the boy to just relax. The water would quickly warm him up. Promising to quickly return, Mr. Hawking grabbed the pile of wet clothes from the bathroom floor. He tossed them in the washing machine after carefully checking all of the pockets to ensure that there were no valuables within. Quickly starting a fire, Mr. Hawking placed his shoes and Eric's, on the hearth to dry out. Repairing to his bedroom, the older man removed his own damp clothes and wrapped himself in a long, flannel bathrobe before swiftly returning to Eric. Steam was rising from the 13-year-old's slender body as he leaned back serenely with his eyes closed in the warm bath. Eric had placed a washcloth across his head and face. The boy couldn't remember when he'd felt so safe and relaxed. Mr. Hawking leaned over the tub and lifted the washcloth from Eric's face. Before doing so, he looked longingly at Eric's adolescent penis which was bobbing enticingly in the clear water. Resisting the urge to touch, the school teacher engaged his former student in conversation. Asking if the boy would like to let someone know where he was, Eric admitted that his mother had been drinking, "Like usual," and had temporarily kicked him out of the house while she "entertained" a man who had drunkenly tried to molest Eric when he was 11. With nowhere to go, Eric planned to walk around for several hours. It was simply unfortunate that it happened to be raining. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sufficiently warmed up, with his clothes being washed and dried, Eric was wrapped in two large towels. The teacher dried Eric's golden-blonde hair with a hair dryer. Brushing it carefully into place, Mr. Hawking noticed for the first time that the boy no longer resembled a drowned rat, but was rather, a very attractive, slender young teenager, about 5'4" tall, with a wiry, young musculature. Sitting the boy at his breakfast nook, Mr. Hawking quickly prepared a simple, hot meal of pasta and cheese. Mr. Hawking's muscular, athletic body was peeking out attractively from his robe as he moved around the kitchen. Hurrying in his effort to return to Eric in the bath, the school teacher was dressed only in a tight pair of black bikini underwear beneath the fluffy robe. Like most boys going through puberty, Eric was horny 24/7. Watching the other boys in gym class undress and shower was the highlight of his school day. Recently, he had nervously made out with a high school boy. Together, they hid from view in a playground tunnel. Eric was a very willing and curious participant. The high school junior had lowered Eric's cargo shorts, and had fondled Eric's adolescent penis before inserting it into his eager mouth for a quick, sloppy blow job. Eric, in his excitement, spuzzed all over his boxer shorts. He had enjoyed it though, and wanted more. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eric was eager to show his appreciation for Mr. Hawking's kindness in the only way he knew how. "I want to thank you for tonight," said Eric, getting up from his chair. The towels fell from his body as the 13-year-old sat naked on the older man's lap, his young penis readily erect. Mr. Hawking's hands fell to his side, afraid to touch the junior high school boy. Eric was very aware that his 45-year-old former teacher had not removed him from his lap or stepped away, proceeded by kissing his rescuer on the lips. Mr. Hawking sputtered, "We, uh, really shouldn't..." By this time, Eric's hand had entered beneath the older man's robe, caressing his carefully manscaped, muscular chest. Eric could feel his former teacher's bulge rise against his bony ass as he continued to sit on the man's lap. "It's O.K.," assured the boy, placing Mr. Hawking's hand on his erect, youthful penis. The school teacher's inhibitions quickly melted away at the first touch of Eric's slender, 4" erect cock. Mr. Hawking's now-active left hand gratefully explored the boy's slender, wiry chest, gently caressing Eric's brown nipples and areolae, the older man's right hand surrounded the blonde 13-year-old's dick, and was stroking it furiously. Loosening his robe, Mr. Hawking eagerly pressed his black underwear-clad penis against Eric's firm, naked butt cheeks. The older man instinctively thrusted his pelvis toward the sitting boy. Mr. Hawking's hand job was beginning to have its reward as Eric breathlessly announced that he was going to cum. Just then the buzzer announced that the spin cycle had been completed on the washing machine. Reaching for a towel from the floor, Mr. Hawking wrapped Eric's penis in the fluffy material until he had emptied his full load. No one wants sperm on their kitchen floor. Oddly, Mr. Hawking stood up from the chair dressed only in his bikini underwear, and headed to the utility room to put the clothes from the washing machine into the dryer. Somewhat bewildered, Eric sat on the chair, still naked. His dick was still throbbing. Mr. Hawking adjusted his bulging package as he returned from the utility room. Despite a receding hairline, the dark-haired man was surprisingly fit and muscular for a man of 45. As a gay man with a preference for younger men, he knew that he had to stay in tip-top shape in order to compete for the college-age men that he sought to pick up in the City. Ushering the naked 13-year-old to his bedroom, Mr. Hawking grabbed a hunk of Eric's small, slender, naked ass as they walked. Eric's penis was already beginning to rally, and it swayed seductively from side to side in its semi-erect state. Eric laid flat on the bed as he watched his former school teacher remove his tight, bikini underwear. Mr. Hawking was reasonably tan, considering it was winter, and his muscular body was carefully manscaped to remove any excess body hair. Eric noticed that even the man's dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed over his large, thick, circumcised cock. Mr. Hawking looked down at the handsome, pubescent boy that was lying alluringly naked on his bed. The older man had enjoyed sex with many young men, but none had been 13! His mind was telling him to stop now. However, his raging hard-on was telling him to engage with the willing boy. Kneeling on the bed, Eric helped to make up the school teacher's mind by reaching for the man's cock and exuberantly stroking it before excitedly placing the head and part of the shaft into his inexperienced, eager mouth. While Mr. Hawking had surely had more expert blow jobs in his gay life, the sheer youth and smooth, pretty face of his young lover had led to one of the more explosive orgasms that he had experienced in years. Mr. Hawking petted Eric's golden-blonde hair as he encouraged the boy to suck and swallow every drop of his man-semen. Lying beside Eric on the large bed, the older man began to feverishly tongue-kiss the teenage boy. Cradling Eric under his left arm, the school teacher's hands explored the thin, naked body of the 13-year-old. Starting with Eric's burgeoning muscular chest, the man's hands stopped to gently pet the sparse blonde pubic hairs above Eric's seemingly permanently erect penis. Eric's smooth, nearly hairless skin was soft to the older man's touch. Continuing to kiss the junior high school boy, Mr. Hawking's hand intently focused on fervently fondling the boy's penis and smooth ball-sack. Taking Eric's young cock into his mouth, following the diddling with his hand, the young boy quickly exploded in a visible spasm into Mr. Hawking's eager mouth. Hearing the dryer buzz that it had stopped drying Eric's clothes, the older man knew that he only had limited time before he had to get the boy home in order to avoid a lot of unwanted questions. Rolling the 120 lb. boy over on the bed, Mr. Hawking straddled the boy, tenderly rubbing his slender back. Moving between Eric's legs, the older man placed a pillow beneath the boy's prone crotch, rubbing and caressing the boy's slender butt reassuringly. Now kneeling astride Eric's hairless, slender legs, the older man attentively kissed and licked the 13-year-old's elevated, small butt-cheeks. Eric smiled. It tickled a bit. Eric was surprised when Mr. Hawking opened his butt-cheeks and began to slowly lick the rim of his anus, before his eager tongue forced its way deeply inside Eric's pink rear orifice, and began thrusting the tongue swiftly in and out like a wet saber. Reaching beneath the boy, the older man diddled Eric's penis and balls before forcefully thrusting the full length and girth of his large penis into Eric's virgin rectum. Eric instinctively kicked and flailed as he was unsuspectingly, and vigorously sodomized by his former elementary school teacher. Eventually, Eric's anal muscles opened and began to relax. The pain soon morphed into pleasure as the older man aggressively plowed his young bottom. Mr. Hawking's heavy balls slapped noisily against Eric's narrow backside. It was soon over. The older man groaned noisily as he dropped his load into Eric's anus, which spilled on to his lower back. Mr. Hawking tenderly cleaned up the naked boy's penis and painful anus with a wet washcloth before pulling Eric's now-dry clothes from the dryer. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Wordlessly, Mr. Hawking drove the boy to his home and dropped him off. His alcoholic mother was now alone but for a fifth of cheap whiskey which was keeping her company. "Where ya been?!" She barked. "Mr. Hawking found me walking in the rain. He dried my clothes and gave me dinner." Eric replied. "I hope he fucked ya good!" His mother chortled sarcastically. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> From that day forward, Eric would be an infrequent visitor to Mr. Hawking's home... and bed. That would come to a conclusion when Eric joined the Navy at the age of 17. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this great site.