Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2021 14:30:13 -0400 From: A.L. Foxlane Subject: Hungry for Teacher 1 - Gay Adult-Youth Please donate to Nifty so we can all continue enjoying stories. ** *** **** This story is about a boy fantasizing sex with an adult male. ---- He walked into the classroom behind the other student-teacher. His tall lanky frame hidden beneath a cheap button down shirt that was too large. His large hands before him, elongated fingers interwoven. Piercing blue eyes gazed over the room from a unique height. The two sixth grade teachers were bundles of nerves, excited to be helping mold the soon-to-be-teachers and worried about the trouble kids being too much for them. But down here in the desks I could feel the growing heat. Every girl was old enough to understand they had an attraction to this particular student-teacher. Some would call it a crush, a few would acknowledge it as lust. Having been introduced to the world of sex a few years ago, I knew that I wanted to be fucked by this gorgeous man. He was the first male student-teacher we've ever had or seen in our school. His solid brown hair cut short and kept tight. Long pale lips hiding a large mouth. He introduced himself as Mister Glory, or simply Mr. G. It wasn't more than a day when the girls all dubbed him Mr. Glorious. He smiled a lot. Flashing his perfectly straight pearly white teeth. When he had a nervous smile, you could see how big his canines were. Positively fang-like. Days passed. The girls always snapped to attention when it was his turn to teach. If you paid attention, you'd see how they slowly slid in their seats as he continued to talk. The smarter ones immediately straightened to answer any question he asked the class. But as a closeted gay boy, my lustful gaze was never noticed. I'd be rubbing my little hardon as he kept his focus mostly on the girls. Pretty preteen girls just hitting puberty. If he ever got hard in class, you couldn't tell by his loose khakis he usually wore. One day the girls talked about how he let them feel his chest when none of the other teachers or any boys were around. He had a minor deformity in that his sternum caved in. Basically his pecs would never press out against his shirts and it looked like someone had punched his chest in. Which explains why his shirts looked so loose in the front. Honestly I have no clue if this event had gotten back to the teachers. To this day I don't think so. After hearing this though, I knew I had to have him. I needed him more than any of the girls. I was so jealous. As luck would have it he was the one teaching us Greek history and mythology. The Sacred Band of Thebes came up. He jumped over it, only giving us the gist of them. Curious, I looked further into them. The band of warriors was entirely made of couples. Male couples. Intrigued, I looked more into ancient Greece. I was very shocked and amazed by how freely they had sex. That they even had sex with boys as young as me. Even the gods craved young, handsome, athletic boys. This just made me fantasize more about Mr. Glorious. Often I'd lie down in my bed, pushing my shorts and underwear down my thighs, pulling up the blankets just enough. Closing my eyes I'd find myself in music or art class. Slipping out with the excuse to need the toilet. Slowly my hand fondles my balls and rubs my soft cock. Carefully I'd walk down the hallway, glancing through the large showcase windows of the two sixth grade classrooms. Knowing I was going to try to encounter Mr. G in the boys' room. Silently stepping into the restroom, hoping to see him behind the curtain wall. Making the turn around the wall, I gasped. He is there, at the first urinal, hands in front of him, back towards me. I take a deep breath. My cock now chubbed up, fingers stroking it. I walked up to the urinal next to Mr. Glory. He doesn't notice me at first. I push down my shorts and pull out my cock like I'm gonna pee. I glance over. His large hand is stroking his cock while the other hand fondles his huge balls. "Woah, didn't see you there," he says. He tries to hide his big dick, but it's too hard to fit back through his zipper. I reach out and grab it. It's hot to the touch. So warm. Thick. My twelve year old hand couldn't fit around it. "Ale-" His voice is cut off as I pull his meat towards me. It's a big one. At least ten inches long, long and gnarled veins running up and down it, paler than his face. His cockhead was a deep purple and a little red down the shaft. A trail of precum leaked out his piss-slit. Now I'd be stroking my hard cock, which is about five inches. "Alex... I should stop this," Mr. Glory said softly. My hand glided across his shaft. "I should..." His voice trailed off. I lean forward, taking his engorged head into my mouth. All the pornos I've watched couldn't show you how to give a blowjob. But reading stories, I learned so much. Mr. G turned fully towards me, bracing his back against the curtain wall. My tongue gently caressing the underside of his leaking head. "I... I... I..." He moaned softly, unable to form words. The twenty-something year old raised his large hand to my head. His fingers running through my short brown hair. I tried to take more in, until his cock touched the back of my throat. I've only had one other cock in my mouth and it was a fraction the size of Mr. Glory's. I was hungry for a bigger cock. An older cock. For the cock of Mr. Glorious. My hand stroked my cock faster. My legs spread out naturally. My tongue lapping at and running along the student-teacher's cock. I sucked hard. My lips tucked over my teeth as I sealed his throbbing shaft in my mouth. Bobbing back and forth, my amatuer skills probably noticeable on this college man. "Fu..." He sighed. His other hand gripped the back of my head. Mr. Glory had given into his need for sexual release. He started fucking my mouth, pressing against my throat. Never having deepthroated before, I started gagging loudly. Realizing he couldn't get the sensation he was looking for that way he pulled his cock out. "Get in the stall." There was only one stall in this boys' restroom. Quickly I got in and he followed, closing and latching the door. Thankfully as the only stall, it had to accommodate people in wheelchairs, thus plenty of space. Hastily he started unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Take off your clothes," he whispered. I tossed my shirt to the corner, hidden behind the toilet. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and hung it on the little hook behind the door. He had a white muscle shirt underneath that looked darker compared to his pasty white skin. Mr. G wasn't a twig. His arms had nice round bulges that his big shirt hid. The student-teacher unbuckled his belt. "Lose the shoes too." He pushed down his pants, causing his big dick to slap against his abs. Leaving a wet spot on the cotton shirt. The large pale cock standing out of his crotch like Pride Rock. He turned me around and lifted me up. "Put your feet on my knees," Mr. Glorious instructed. As I did, he lowered me, making me bend my knees. He quickly reached down and positioned his cock against my virgin hole. "This is gonna hurt a bit." The man impaled me slowly onto his cock. I tried to keep quiet. Holding a cry of pain down in my chest. His cockhead pushed through my tight sphincter. He gasped. I reached back with a hand, finding his shoulder, to balance myself. "Fuck," Mr. Glory breathes as his cock continues to spear into me. I raise my hips as I feel the tingling sensation take over my cock. I open my eyes, leaving the fantasy. To see fourth strings of cum shoot from my cock onto my stomach. I take a few seconds to catch my breath. I put my cock away, pulling up my clothes and wiped away my cum with the blanket. Tomorrow is another chance to try and get Mr. G's cock. --- Thank you for reading. I'm sure many others have jerked off to their student-teachers before. For me, it was an almost daily thing. First hot guy I've ever seen in that way. He definitely wasn't the last one either. If you have any questions, suggestions, comments, please send them to foxlaneal@gmail.com And if you like these kind of stories, I have a series called The Real Guys of Serenity in Gay Celebrity, with Bi Magnolias in Bi Celebrity as a secondary part.