Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2015 06:06:35 +0000 (UTC) From: jS jS Subject: Submission: Lucky Bastard Ch 1 The following story is purely fantasy, albeit the beginning of my favorite one. Read and stroke-don't try to recreate. Feel free to email, especially if this is your daily fantasy too. Lucky Bastard Chapter 1 I sat with my legs spread, feet up on my desk, and slacks around my ankles. I leaned back enjoying the work the young boy was doing on my teacher cock. It was the last period of the day, and this was my favorite way to end my day. Sam is 15, dirty blonde, slender, and one of the biggest fags at school. He was so beautiful and effeminate, perfect lips, gorgeous eyes, and perky little butt. He loved sucking my cock and could always bring me off before that last bell of the day and the halls filled with sweaty hyper young men. I didn't start off as a teacher who was out to fuck around with his students. Oh I'm a total boy lover, but I tried to keep my hands off the merchandise walking around school, no matter how much they dripped sexuality. I moved to a wealthy suburb about a year ago. The student parking lot was full of BMWs and Audis, and the only way I was able to afford to live here were the rental houses that certain school supporters made sure were available to teachers for affordable rates. It's a perk that helps make up for the crappy salary. The other perk is that I get to fuck some of their kids. Again, I didn't intend to fuck their kids. Oh I wanted to, but I figured I?d resist like I always did. Then the week I moved in, I started browsing the local gay hook up aps. I put a faceless picture of myself showing off my perfectly average 31 year old body in cargo shorts and t-shirt. For those that offer a second picture, there's a nice one of my 6.5inch very thick cut cock hard and wet from the shower. For an upscale "conservative" community, there were sure a lot of down low profiles looking for fucking. Even more surprising was lunch during the first day of school, when I checked my apps and realized there were about 20 profiles that looked to be around the high school. Some with 18 as their age, some with the age blank, and my pervy boy loving cock chub up. Most included no pictures or a generic photo of their abs or pecs and a few details. There were a whole lot of ages missing too. My dick twitched thinking of the tail I might get after graduation. Ok, yes I was also imagining being bent over my desk with a sophomore up my ass, but I try to keep my expectations realistic. The kid whose head was in my lap was my first. It was about a month into school and I received a message from him one evening. No pic and basic stats made me cautious, but after he sent me a pic and his age, 19, I was fine. Could I swear in court that I didn't doubt his age? No. He looked no more than 17, but I knew he wasn't in any of my classes nor had I seen him around school, so it was plausible that he was a young looking college student home visiting. It was possible? Maybe. I didn't ask when he got there, but he looked even younger. He stood there on my doorstep bathed in my porch light and my widening eyes. He was slender, his tiny waste flaring out to a nice round butt. His cheeks had that rosy youthful hue, his face flushed from the bike ride over. 19yos rode their bike, right? He was wearing Nikes with a pair of Nike socks, athletic shorts and a tight little white t-shirt that clung to his sweaty skin. His hair was a beautiful dirty blonde, and it too was soaked in sweat and clung to his face. In short-he was heavenly. As he strolled into my living room, dropping his stuff I thought to myself "God he's gay, a little fag" he had an effeminate nature that's only really attractive on a young boy. His voice was effeminate too, but sounded so needy. I pulled him into the bedroom, and sitting on my bed with him standing between my legs I leaned in and inhaled what every boy lover knows is the perfect smell-sweaty boy. Ok yeah, by now I knew this kid wasn't 19 and probably snuck out of his house to be molested by me. At that point I didn't care anymore-I had to have him, I had to give him what he so obviously needed. I stripped him slowly, licking his skin as I went. He made these soft little moans that made me melt. He was down to his socks and tighty whities when I finally pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him. I whispered to him "Have you done this before," and he just smiled and nodded. He stripped me next, his soft curious hands feeling my body as he went. I pulled him onto the bed with me and wrestled a bit, eliciting laughter and that beautiful smile of his. God, even his laugh was gay but also sexy as hell. I knew what I wanted first, what I had dreamed about since I was a teen myself. I pulled him on top of me so that his ass hovered over my face. The smell of sweat and sex was intense, and the soft skin of his butt cheeks were moist, my hands sliding easily over their contours. I couldn't hold back any longer and dove tongue first up his ass. He screamed out and moaned as he pushed back on my face. I felt his hand massage my boxer-brief covered cock which soon felt open air and then the small mouth and soft lips of my little angel. He definitely had done this before. After eating his ass and enjoying his blow job skills for quite a while, he turned around and kissed me deeply seemingly getting off on tasting his own ass on my tongue. We kissed lovingly before he started rubbing his ass against my cock. Before long it was sliding between those pert 17? 16? year old cheeks. Dear God please let him be visiting and not go to my school, because I'm about to fuck the hell out of him. I was laying on my back, my cock up inside his ass, both of us soaked in sweat when he finally was honest. We had been fucking for about 10 minutes and we were already both soaked in sweat. He was moaning, panting, and leaning down to kiss me as I pushed my bare cock up inside his tight hole. He kissed me and stopped bouncing on my cock for a moment. He looked down at me, and seemed timid for the first time. "Mr. Tucker," he said with me realizing I had never told him my last name He started talking so fast, trying to get everything out at once "I'm real sorry but I'm really not 19. I'm really, really sorry. I'll be 15 next month. I'm sorry, please don't be mad." I really needed to explain to a the kid that its physically impossible for a guy to be mad when his bare cock is buried inside a tight ass. I tried to act shocked, but my cock throbbing in his ass probably gave me away. I was really thinking maybe junior, not a kid four month shy of being in middle school. I asked him if he could keep a secret, he smiled and said yes as he started really riding and thrashing on my cock. Moaning like the little slut he apparently was. I pulled him into a kiss, and called him a dirty little boy for lying as I pounded his hole. "You like that teacher cock, Sam?" He moaned and grinned, his 5inch almost bare cock bouncing all over the place. Yes I know that should have told me that he wasn't 19, but my cock was thinking for me and, well, I'm a fucking boy lover. It took about 30 seconds before I bred his ass for the first of many times. He collapsed on me as he felt my cock throb and spill my seed in him. Our bodies stuck together from the sweat. He crawled and slid down, never breaking eye contact and cleaned my teacher cock. "Tastes so good Mr. Tucker, I knew it would when I saw you the first day of school." The little shit had planned this, stalked me online, I was a victim of this kids sex drive, honesty your honor, I'm the victim. Yeah that was believable. Afterwards with him kneeling next to my head and my finger up his 14yo ass, he fed me his cum. Man the kid got loud when he cums, I may have to put some underwear in his mouth next time. His cum coated my lips and tongue. I wish I could share what that tasted like-but there are no words, Like drinking liquid sex, boy, and passion. I didn't intend to have sex at school either. Very dangerous. But the next day, I found myself sitting on my desk during lunch, door locked, with Sam on his knees giving me an amazing blow job. I fed him his lunch, and fuck I was in a great mood the rest of the day. One of my sophomores even asked me why I was in such a good mood. I wish I could have told him that a blow job from a freshman will put anyone in a good mood. "Mmmm. I love your teacher cock Mr. Tucker. You're such a bad teacher for molesting me like this," Sam moaned before sucking my cock down his throat again. I loved his dirty talk, it reminded me how dangerous and pervy I was being. I wish I could have fucked him, but the little whore was just too fucking loud when getting fucked. My neighbor, thankfully a gay personal trainer, even commented on how great the sex sounded after the first night I fucked Sam. Thankfully he didn't realize the sounds he was hearing were from a boy who had a 10:30 bed time on school nights and whose underwear was still picked out by his mom. I addressed that last fact though and bought him some effeminate underwear that he loved, and man did I love watching him model them for me. Sam was enough to make me love my job, but eventually I figured out that there were a lot of students who needed a lay or an A, and that my teacher cock or ass were the solution to both.