Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2015 05:08:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: jS jS <jbs38@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucky Bastard Ch 2

The following story is fantasy, albeit my favorite one. Feel free to email
me, especially if this is also your daily fantasy.

Lucky Bastard Chapter 2

So yeah, my year got better. It's about two weeks before school's out and
I'm sitting in a chair in my bedroom after school. This scene has happened
several times since January, but as I sat there I realized just how
fortunate I am. As I sat stroking, I watched 2 sophomore black boys in my
bed, naked and kneeling in front of each other as they made out, their
puffy lips sliding against each other. They were both athletic, each muscle
well defined, but Tay's skin was that deep black color (Chris Paul-esque)
while Marcus had a caramel tone (think Nelly). Both were beautiful young
black boys. Tay was in my first period, Marcus in my 4th.  I didn't intend
to fuck one my students, but as I we saw with Sam, the road to hot steamy
boy sex is paved with non-intentions...or something.

Marcus was a wide receiver for the team. He was fast and incredibly
smart. He also tended to be a bit of a cocky ass—teachers hated him yet
he managed straight A's. He was 6'1 and athletic, but not as totally ripped
as Tay, probably from the Doritos he ate after all the pot he smoked- yeah
I knew he smoked pot, he made subtle references to it from time to time.He
strutted around school, constantly in gym clothes, a straw hanging from his
mouth that he constantly chewed on. Though a bit of an ass, he always came
into class, strolled up behind me, draped his arm around my shoulder and
ask "how's your day going Mr. Tucker?" A brief response from me would
always be followed by a "Cool, Cool" and his arm would slide off across my
neck and shoulders. His scent was always intense, and his body felt so warm
against mine. I acted annoyed, but I wanted him to take me over my desk,
talking to me as he bred my teacher ass. I did my best to hide my desire
for him.

I mentioned he was incredibly smart right? Thankfully that worked out for
me in a big way. I came back to my room after a staff meeting one afternoon
and found Marcus sitting in my chair behind my desk, one of his size 13
Nikes up on my desk as he scrolled through his phone.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked in full teacher mode (not boy lover
want to taste 15yo black boy cock mode).  "Hey Mr. Tucker, I told a teacher
I lost something in your room and they left me in here to look for
it. They're not real bright." He started rubbing his stomach, pushing his
shirt up a bit, a move that so many of these boys do and drives me crazy,
so I think I only heard every other word of what he said.

"I know you're gay Mr. Tucker, but the question is do you like young little
studs like me?" That cocky smile and the view of his ripped caramel colored
stomach was keeping me silent. "Fuck I know you do, I can tell every time I
touch you, you look like you want to nut so bad. You're one of those
fucking boy loving fags aren't ya?"

"I think you need to leave Marcus." Yeah, I said it, but even a deaf person
would have been able to hear that I didn't mean it. He stood up and walked
over to me with that damn strut and that damn straw hanging from his
mouth. I was frozen and he stood behind me placing his hands on my
shoulders. He lightly massaged them as he leaned into my right ear "Come
on, I need some ass and a favor, and you need some black boy dick. I see
your kind all the time drooling to swing on my dick-you wouldn't believe
the fags around here that want me in addition to all the little whores."
Did I mention he was an ass total ass "Come on Mr. T" and then he whispered
into my ear, his breath kissing my ear lobe "I know you're hard
Mr. Tucker."

He walked back over to my desk, and yeah, I followed. He plopped back into
my chair and pushed his athletic shorts down and pulled his black cock from
his red boxer briefs. It was fat with a nice mushroom head, the shaft
deeper in color than his skin with a head that faded to a pinkish brown. It
wasn't huge, but it looked delicious.  It hung there as he leaned back,
still chewing on that straw, and gave me a "what the fuck" look. I kneeled
and began giving my 4th period hottie a blow job.  Thankfully he wasn't
very long, so I could deep throat him easily-something that caused a "Fuck
Mr. Tucker" from him every time I took his back cock to the root. My hands
massaged his tight ball sack and worked his shorts farther down.  Black
sweaty boy has such a different smell than white boys, its more masculine
and intense but makes me just as hard. I inhaled deeply, rubbing his cock
all over my face and my face into his balls and the crevices of his
crotch. I could smell nothing but his teen odor. He played with his right
nipple as I gave him the best head I know how to- he was quiet, not like
Sam at all, only a few whispers of a moan or a quick intake of air here and
there.  Then the grunting started, his lap bucked up into my mouth, and his
abs tightened. He shot a respectable load for a 15yo boy; it was thick and
rich and salty. I wanted more, so much more. He held my mouth on his dick
until he finished cumming, his eyes closed, his body jerking as he came
down from his orgasm high. He finally looked down at me and smiled as he
pulled his cock out of my mouth. He slapped my face with it, laughed a bit
and just said "fag".

"I'll get your ass later, but about that favor..."

****Tay was really more beautiful than Marcus, though I would never say
that in front of either of him.  Tay's skin is that flawless blackness like
Chris Paul. Like Paul Tay was an amazing basketball payer, 6'2 already and
still growing, not an ounce of body fat on him, with size 15 feet that
predicted a final height probably around 6'5 or 6'6. He was good too- I've
watched a couple of his games early on, and he was so graceful even with
those long arms and legs. His body looked so beautiful during the games,
shiny with sweat, and the white shorts they wore clearly showed the outline
of his muscular ass. The boy must do squats with weights daily to have an
ass like that. Ask me again why I showed up at basketball games...the boy
was fine. Though what especially made him more beautiful was one of the
most quiet sweet personalities you could ask for. He wasn't cocky like
Marcus, in fact he's pretty much a wall flower- his voice masculine but
soft and soothing. He struggled in class though and hovered just below
passing. Tay would be one of those boys that needed an A from me, or at
least a C.

It was about a month after Marcus began tapping my ass that Tay came during
the last period of the day, my off period, to talk to me. It was his
basketball period so he was in a silky tank top, basketball shorts, and
soaked in sweat.

"Mr Tucker, listen I really need to pass. I know you don't do extra credit
but I've made arrangements with teachers before and I was wondering if
maybe we could find a way to, ya know...ummm" fuck he was just so beautiful
and sweet.

"Tay, I really like you, but I can't just pass you. You're a smart kid, I'm
sure if we work together we can get it together."

"Mr. Tucker, the only reason they let me come to this school, and that my
dad has a job, and that we can afford to live here is because I can play
basketball. Seriously man, I need this. I know I struggle, but thankfully
I've had a few teachers who've...ummm..helped."

"How did these teachers help?"

He turned around and pushed his shorts down over his ass. Two round black
globes greeted me. God is there anything more beautiful than a firm teen
ass glistening in sweat that's being offered to you? Obviously a rhetorical
question given my audience.

"Whoa Tay, turn around you don't have to do that." He did and just looked
at me. "Listen, I don't need that to help you pass, as awesome as your ass
is." He smiled at that last comment.

"But Sam said you'd help me out, and I really need to pass. I don't mind
either, I enjoy playing with guys sometimes. Sam really knows how to suck
my cock good, and my math teacher last year seemed to really enjoy eating
my ass while he jerked off. So it's cool if you want to. I can't let my
family or team down."Well I'm going to have to beat Sam now. I guess I'll
fuck him one last time before I do. How the fuck could he tell some random
kid that we're fucking. Fuck!  Another boy for another time- I need to
focus on the black Adonis in front of me.

"Tay, I really like you but I don't want to do something you don't want to
do for just a grade. You keep coming to class, trying every day like you
do, and I'll make sure you pass. No strings attached. Cool?"

"Fuck, Thank you Mr. Tucker. Fuck that makes me feel better. Luckily I'm
cool with all the other teachers so I didn't have to offer my ass all over
campus."

"Aren't most of your teachers women?" I asked

"Well I have a very big dick too, but Sam said you'd enjoy my ass more."

"Well Sam doesn't know everything about me." I smiled wondering what his
idea of very big was.

"Well now I have to think of a way to thank you. You're my favorite teacher
this year, honest I'm not just saying that, I really like your class even
though I suck at it."

"That's nice to hear Tay, I really liked you even before you flashed your
ass in my face" I stood up to walk him out of the room before I lost my
senses, bent over my desk, and asked him to breed my while I moaned like a
Tijuana whore. He hugged me as I came around the desk, telling me thank
you. Fuck his body felt amazing. Why did he have to be so warm, so sweaty,
and so firm.

He smiled broadly at me, his perfect white teeth on full dispay-damn those
eyes were so beautiful too. I can't tell you how many times I watched him
in class or thought about him in bed in the mornings, thinking about him
making sweet love to me.  He pushed me to my knees, and then turned around,
his shorts dropping again.

"Go on Mr. Tucker, give it a taste" He said as he used his hands to spread
his cheeks just a bit.  I leaned and inhaled-the smell was familiar but a
1000 times more intense. I had sniffed his desk multiple times after class,
always loving the fresh masculine smell he left.  Their was the faintest
hint of soap and teen sweat. I pushed deeper, my tongue reaching that
hole-causing him to twitch and grunt. He only let me eat him out for about
30 seconds before he pulled away and yanked his shorts up and hugged me
again.

"Sorry, I gotta get back to practice" he squeezed me tight to his sweaty
little body, "How about I come over one evening after practice for some
tutoring?" He whispered into my ear. I felt his firm cock against my thigh,
and I'm sure he could feel my bulge as well. "Sam or my girlfriend haven't
been able to give me much ass lately, and I always play better after a real
intense fuck."

"Ah fuck...I'm not sure why I even try to resist, you boys are gonna kill
me...sure"

He laughed, smacked my ass, and turned to leave, leaving traces of his
sweat still on my skin and his jock scent in the air.  I can't decide
whether I'm screwed or the luckiest fucking teacher on the planet.

How do they both end up making out on my bed?  Chapter 3