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1. This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
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3. This story is about deep and enduring friendship, but also about "hot, sweaty, lust driven passion sex" that transcends friendship in as much as it can be born from it.
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Charles Rubin

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January 2017

 

(from previous chapter)

She continued. "If you think you can handle it, go ahead. There's probably some nice money in it too. I know our district pays peanuts for teachers and if you can get along with this boy, well, it's up to you. Thankfully it's a boy and not a girl. Just wouldn't do to have an underage young girl live with an attractive young man like yourself, no offense Gene."

"None taken, Brenda. If Davis were a girl I would say no without any reservations". He moans and squeals like a girl when I touch him in his favourite places, does that count, Principal Martinez? "If it's alright with you, I'm going to sleep on this one, at least a couple of days."

"Good head you have on your shoulders, Gene. Wouldn't hurt to see what young Davis has to say about this either." Mrs Martinez's tone indicated that the meeting was over.

"Fair enough, ma'am," Gene got up and left, wondering what crazy twist of fate life had just thrown his way.

 

 

Chapter 5- Yellow is the dawn

"That. Was. Amazhshing..." Davis collapsed onto the bed beside his lover, panting and sweating, as he recovered from his third cumming in the past hour. He parked his face against Gene's bicep and began to relax, matching his own breathing with the rise and fall of his teacher's chest. Absentmindedly, he traced circles in the cum puddles that remained on Gene's sternum, a mixture of both their exertions from the rampant jungle sex that had occupied their time since they finished dinner at six. It was by now a familiar and comfortable ritual that never seemed to get old.

"Dav...", eschewing the childish `Davie', Gene had successfully adopted an alternate short form of Davis' name for when they were in private.

"Yea?"

"I just want to be really sure that you are okay with living with me."

Davis Garrison repositioned his naked, glistening teenage body until he was directly over Gene. Propping his head up on his hands, which were in turn now resting on Gene's chest, the teen gazed deeply and lovingly into his man's eyes with the devotion and dedication only a boy in love can truly show.

"Eugene Thomas Tanner," Davis loved to use Gene's full name when being really serious, "I, Davis Richard Garrison am totally fucking sure that I am ok living with you... And having you cum in me, on me, and all over me as often as I like and letting me do the same for you!". If there were ever a competition for twisted and perverted relationship vows, this one would be a surely finalist.

"You know that we will still have to be discreet, right? It isn't exactly kosher for me to be having sex with someone your age, plus the fact that I'm also your teacher."

"Wellllll!" Davis sat up, grabbed Gene's flaccid penis and sucked it loudly. "I think that ship sailed A LONG TIME AGO!". Davis then kissed and licked Gene's glans, causing him to jump slightly at the sensation.

"You horn dog," Gene smiled. "Alright, but when you are bad you know I'm going to still punish you if you deserve it."

Davis flipped around so that his baby smooth bottom was facing Gene's face and spread his cheeks to reveal the pink not-so-virgin boy hole. Grinding it against Gene's soft cock, the boy moaned playfully, "Punish me, Daddy, I've been such a baaaad boyyyy."

"You're incorrigible, Dav." Gene gave a playful slap to Davis' rump which caused the boy to squeal in mock pain as he got up and skipped into the shower. Normally Gene would have joined him, but tonight, the night he was going to collect his guardianship papers, he was not in the mood. Aside from the fact that he had given Davis a particularly good rutting after dinner, he was still half pondering the sanity of his imminent decision to assume the role of Davis' legal guardian.

Fifteen minutes later, Gene and his soon-to-be ward were driving the eight blocks to Davis' parent's home, one neighborhood over. The past month and a half had been interesting, as Davis' mother occupied herself with the transition of her home base workplace to the city of Hastings a good five hours drive away. Consequently, Davis had begun to sleep over regularly at Gene's home, `as a trial', to see if things would work out with Gene as a proper guardian and not just a teacher who had become a family friend. Unbeknownst to Richard and Therese Garrison, their son was an eager instigator and participant in much sex play. In addition to ensuring that the boy completed ALL his homework every single day, Gene had taken it upon himself to further young Davis' education in topics beyond mathematics and musical appreciation. Though Davis was not much older than fourteen and a half, he had since become quite the skillful lovemaker, with Gene a willing tutor and companion.

Gene pulled his jeep into the Garrison's driveway and they both got out. Ringing the doorbell, Therese called out from the kitchen that the door was unlocked. Richard, Davis' father, had been in town the week prior but had evidently left town again for another stint at some unspeakably remote drilling rig well away from the nearest shoreline.

"Good to see you boys, I'll just be a minute putting the kettle on." Therese Garrison had taken to addressing the two as `boys', much to Gene's private amusement.

"Alright, here it is, your copy." Mrs Garrison handed Gene a large brown envelope containing one copy of the notarized guardianship papers. They had signed it at school earlier that day and Therese had then personally filed it with the local county office to make her position crystal clear for the school district. In addition to those were power of attorney papers authorizing Gene to act as the Garrisons' agent in all matters relating to the upkeep and rental of their house, the income from which would contribute to Davis' upkeep. This rental income would be in addition to the generous stipend that Gene had reluctantly accepted as part of the guardianship arrangements.

"Now that that's done, Davie could you give us a moment please? Go check your room to see if you still need to pack anything". Davis bounded up the familiar stairs to his room, out of sight.

"Is something the matter, Therese?" Gene asked.

"Yes and no, Gene." Mrs Garrison, by now, considered Gene almost like another son and was forthright in her candour. Meeting his gaze steadily, she asked without malice, "How long have you been having sex with Davis?" Gene blinked twice as his jaw began to drop open. She continued before he managed to speak, "I know, Gene. Much more than I let on. And before you answer, ponder this: I've known for months and yet I still wanted you to be his guardian. Think on that as you consider your next words."

Gene dropped his gaze, caught off guard and unsure of what to do next. Surely she wasn't going to report him? She would have done so already if she wanted to, wouldn't she? What was she expecting in his answer? An admission? A confession? Contrition? Gene found himself unable to look up, for to do so would be to indicate his readiness to answer, which he most certainly was not.

"It's been ever since that afternoon when I came back really late from school without my bike." Davis spoke from where he had been sitting unseen at the top of the stairs. "I outed him, Mum, and I kissed him and I cummed in his mouth that very same afternoon." Gene's face felt like it was burning. He stared forward in silence, still unable to pry his gaze from the floor.

"Come down here Davie, go sit beside him". Therese's voice was firm but not angry.

Davis padded down the stairs and plopped himself onto the couch beside Gene. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around his teacher and held him tight, his gaze never leaving his mother who watched them intently from her armchair across the coffee table.

"I love him, Mum. And he loves me back."

Gene finally looked up, tears in his eyes. Then, drawing strength from the beautiful, strong, courageous boy who hugged him so close, he wrapped his own arms around Davis and rested his head on the boy's soft hair, tears flowing freely as he shut his eyes, waiting for Mrs Garrison to say something.

Therese Garrison picked up her cup of tea from the coffee table and sipped it pensively. She let her gaze run over the two boys in front of her. Her beautiful son, Davis, clung tightly to his teacher as he returned the hug. Tears streaked down both their faces as they sat, as two people exposed for engaging in a love forbidden by society, awaiting horrible verdict.

"You know Davis," she began, keeping her voice as calm as she could, "you REALLY need to be more discreet about keeping your DILDO out of the way where people can't find it."

Gene felt Davis tremble against him.

"Mum, wha-?"

"Dildos, dear. Fake dicks that you use to train your anus to take Gene when he makes love to you?"

"MUUUUMMM!" Davis was now rather beside himself, fearful emotions momentarily displaced by embarrassment.

Gene sensed a sea change, somehow, in Mrs Garrison's tone.

"I'm sorry Gene," her tone was kind, convivial. "I didn't mean to upset you, but I had to be sure." The man merely continued breathing through his mouth, still speechless, which Therese took as her cue to continue.

"I've known Davis has leaned toward boys since, well, since he left that magazine with the Asa Butterfield centerfold splattered with semen under his bed."

"Oh my god..." Davis whimpered somewhere beneath me.

"That magazine was so crusty you could use it as a roof tile." Mrs Garrison chucked to herself, as if picturing it in her mind. "Then there was that summer camp incident, I don't know if he mentioned it to you or not, where he basically masturbated onto another boy, the poor dear."

"Oh my god... oh my god..." Davis seemed to be shrinking into the seat cushions.

"And then," clearly smiling and enjoying herself now, "there was finding this," Mrs Garrison produced a flesh coloured dildo with a large suction cup on its base from the knitting box under the coffee table, "in Davie's sock drawer just last month." Expertly grasping the, rather well-endowed, sex toy by the base of its silicon shaft, she affixed the suction cup to the coffee table's glass top. She then immediately peeled it off, producing an acoustic `plop' as the vacuum limpet came loose. This procedure was then repeated twice more for added effect.

Gene looked down at Davis, who was now so embarrassed he was now hiding his face in Gene's side. Had the boy not been in such clear discomfort, he would have found Mrs Garrison's theatrics most amusing.

"Davie sweetie, you know there's a reason why I turn the TV way up when you are in the bathroom. Trust me, dear, no boy I know of needs forty-five minutes to take a shower before lunch on a Saturday."

Davis simply continued to hide his face. Gene, now sensing that the situation was now more awkward rather than dangerous, nudged the boy gently and coaxed him out and back into the conversation.

"Mrs Garrison," Gene tried to maintain his composure, "so now that you know... about us... what are you going to do about it?" Davis began to hug Gene tightly again, sniffling softly.

"Do? Nothing really. I have not seen Davie so happy and fulfilled in many years, and that is precisely why I wanted him to be able to stay with you rather than move to Hastings with me."

Gene was incredulous. "Even though it's technically illegal for me to be with him?"

"Young man, I don't give a rat's tush what the law says in this matter. My son is happy, well cared for and loved by someone who truly feels for him, and I don't just mean the sex. My marriage for the last 17 years has been one long lonely hell. Richard is a fine man, but he's never around. Davie has been my world, and it broke my heart to think that he was going down a bad path. You saved him from that, Gene. I cannot thank you enough." Mrs Garrison was now the one starting to look teary eyed.

"I only have one request, if Davie is alright with it." Gene didn't need to look down to be able to feel Davis nodding.

"If you can find it in your heart to help him do so, let him also make friends... And lovers... closer to his own age. I can see that you two are very much into each other and I know that it can feel hard to share... But for both your sakes, also consider being with others closer to your ages... at least until Davie is fully grown and then you can both decide for yourselves what you want."

Gene was starting to feel giddy again. Was the mother of his underaged boy lover essentially giving them her blessing? And beyond that, asking them to be open to swinging as well? What madness was this?

"Mrs Garrison, Therese," Gene felt some of his confidence returning, "I only want what is best for Dav. If he is okay with it and feels ready for it, I will do whatever I can to support him as he grows up to be a good and loving person." This time, he held the woman's gaze. He meant it. He so meant it.

"I know, Gene. I could tell you are a good person and I am so grateful that you came into Davie's life."

Davis found his voice at last. "Mum...?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"When did you become so cool?"

Mrs Garrison's spontaneous laughter filled the living room and seemed to wash both their worries away.

"Why, dear, since long before you were born!" Therese gave a flash of an impish grin that Gene instantly recognized. He had seen it before, oft employed by a certain gregarious boy when he was up to no good.

"Well, what now Therese?" Gene began to brush and stroke Davis' hair, no longer afraid to show affection in this company.

"Whatever you boys prefer, Gene." Said Therese Garrison matter of factly. "But first, I think the fresh pot of tea is ready".