Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2024 05:32:29 +0000 From: sunnysideboy Subject: My student turned me into a fag Optional tags: gay, teen, sports, high-school. Hello everyone. I bring you this new story, I hope you like it :) I'm answering all the mails, I really appreciate your comments, feedback an ideas, I really do. If you have any suggestion or inspiration for the story or just wanna talk please let me know. If you are liking it, please consider donating to this great website that allows us to find each other through these stories at the link https://donate.nifty.org/. Disclaimer: Remember that It is a fictional story whose sole purpose is to entertain, it does not promote or condone any type of act contrary to the law of any country and should not be read by minors. *** My name is Adrien. I'm 24 years old and I'm in college studying my last year of law school. However, in this moment I'm being rammed by Danny, a 14 years old boy like a total slut. I feel his body, smaller and thinner than mine, behind me. His hands grip my hips and then my hair. He thrusts in and out as he pleases inside me with rapid lunges that generate a clapping sound each time his pelvis collides with my ass. He has already come once inside me, in fact I feel his cum running down my thighs onto the bed. He wants to come a second time and I can't, nor do I want to stop him. "I want you to fill that condom before I come, again little bitch, do you hear?" he tells me without stopping ramming me over and over again. "Yes master, as you command me" I answer and that's because Danny has put a condom on me so that I can come in it as many times as necessary without making a bigger mess. More than once he has made it clear to me that I am not going to fuck anyone, that is up to him, but he likes me to use one. At this moment I am wearing a red thong with lace and a sports bra of the same color. In the mirror on the other side of the bed I can see how this boy is fucking me. The size difference is obvious but still he moves too well to be half my age and I look like a complete slut. Through that mirror I can see his golden hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and how some bangs are swinging back and forth. His body is not very muscular, but he has a well-shaped six-pack. What turns me on the most though is that he doesn't have a single hair under his eyebrows, which further highlights her pale skin. Omg, I still can't believe I'm being fucked by a boy! A 14 years old boy is making me his bitch and I love it... I'm such a slut... "Turn around bitch, I want to come in your mouth this time" he tells me in a childish voice that is barely going through puberty, with that characteristic raspy touch that I have learned so much to obey. "Yes, master" I say and turn around. He pulls me down from his bed and puts me on my knees in front of him. He shakes a fringe of bangs out of his eyes and begins to jerk off on my face and I open my mouth. I can't help but think this is wrong... I mean, I'm studying law, but the truth is I don't care. I really want his boy cum in my mouth and on my tongue. I'll worry about that later. He begins to moan and move spasmodically as I then feel his cum on my face. I move quickly to get the rest of it in my mouth and there I taste it and make sure it floods every millimeter. I want the taste of his cum to stay in my mouth for a long time. I'm so turned on that I come without touching myself. The condom inflates as I come while I have his dick in my mouth. Like him, I have come twice. Danny lies down on his bed and I stay on the floor. After a few moments regaining energy, he gets up and grabs my backpack off the floor. He pulls out my water bottle and unclasps my condom without a glance, giving me a shudder that makes me squirm. He looks me in the eye as he tosses the used, cum-filled condom into my water bottle and shakes it. "Drink it," he tells me with a mischievous grin and I obey him without a squeak. "If you behave yourself... maybe it will be my cum you can take in your bottle next." *** I met Danny several years ago when his family moved to the neighborhood. His parents quickly became friends with mine; however, the same couldn't be said for Danny and me due to the evident age difference and a lack of chemistry between us -- at least initially. I was about to enter college, while Danny was still in high school. My focus was on books and laws to pass exams, while he was into soccer and swimming. I was slim and somewhat effeminate, while he was popular with the girls in his class. These differences made us seem like from different worlds. Anyway, whenever we crossed paths, we avoided eye contact, or we simply greeted each other with a nod or a dry "hello." We didn't have much interest in each other. However, that began to change when my parents asked me as a favor to give Danny private French lessons. Apparently, his family had a trip planned in a few months, and they wanted Danny to be able to translate for them if needed. I had obtained the certificate before starting university, so I had no issue with it. Besides, they were going to pay me, which would help cover the cost of the books I needed to buy for the next semester. The truth was, I wasn't excited about the idea of teaching a teenager. I remembered how my high school classmates treated teachers... However, my parents never asked for favors like this, so one Friday afternoon, as I returned from campus, I headed to Danny's house, which was next to mine. I rang the doorbell, contemplating the best way to teach a language while waiting for Danny to answer. I had watched some YouTube videos to get some guidance, but I still wasn't sure how to approach it, French was a tricky language. However, when Danny opened the door, everything vanished from my mind. First of all, I've always known I'm gay and I have no problem with that. I've had several boyfriends and dated several guys. I've been fine. But when Danny came out wearing only boxers and a too-short T-shirt my heart stopped. I could see the outline of his dick clearly and under the shirt I could see his belly button. That marked a before and after in me because no boy had ever provoked so many emotions and so much excitement in me as this 14 years old kid. I mean, seeing him standing there like that made me want to get down on my knees and blow him like that, in the middle of the street. "Hey, umm, do you want to come in?" he asked me a bit puzzled. "Sure, yes, thank you," I replied and crossed the threshold. "Your parents asked me to help you a bit with French. I don't know if they've already told you about that." Danny sighed tiredly. "I've already told my mom that I don't need to have more French lessons. I've been taking classes for five years." "Really? Let's see, show me" I said, trying to regain my composure and avoiding looking at his crotch, however it was costing me too much and I was sure it showed. "Danny spoke to me in perfect French. I replied back in the same language, and we had a conversation on the spot for about ten minutes. This kid possibly knew more than I did. "There's nothing I can teach you; you speak it very well," I said, sitting on the living room sofa. "That's what I told my mom, but she insisted. By the way, would you like something to drink?" "A Coke would be fine." Danny got up and went to the kitchen for the drink. I stayed alone in the living room, looking at the photos. In many of them, Danny was in swimming competitions or soccer matches. The pictures in her white speedo turned me on again. I was tempted to take a picture of him with my cell phone, but guilt and nerves prevented me from doing so. Danny came back with a can of coke for me and a Mountain dew for himself. He told me about his parents and how paranoid they used to be about his French classes school. I couldn't hold it a second more, so I asked him about his speedo pictures. "Oh yeah, I love swimming. I've been doing it for many years. Same with soccer, although I prefer swimming more." "You look good," I said and regretted it immediately, but Danny didn't seem to care. "Thanks... I feel like swimming gives you a better body, and you get to wear less clothing." "Yeah, I see you don't like wearing much clothing," I said, pointing to his T-shirt and boxers set, and he smiled. "No, not really. In soccer, I used to wear boxers like these under the shorts, but I managed to get my parents to let me wear a jockstrap. Do you know what that is?" "I think so," I said and didn't add more. I was almost trembling just imagining that angelic boy wearing such kind of clothing. "Come on, look, come up to my room, I'll show you," Danny got up from his seat and ran up the stairs before I could stop him. I followed him upstairs and entered his room where his scent enveloped me. On the walls, there were Marvel posters and various superhero Funkos. He had Metallica sheets and a pile of clothes scattered here and there. From one of those piles, Danny took a white jockstrap and handed it to me. "Look... they're perfect when you're hot; I always feel hot." I took them and turned them over in my hands. What was going on? This wasn't something any boy his age would do, was it? Was I supposed to leave? Was I supposed to stay? There was no law against Danny and me talking like this, was there? "It's ok if you want to keep those. Maybe you'd like to wear them and we'd be jockstrap buddies" he said with a chuckle before lying down on the bed with a jump. I kept his jockstrap in my pants pocket, very close to my huge boner. "What will we do then if you don't need French lessons?" I asked, walking through the minefield of his room, avoiding stepping on an electric guitar, a swimsuit, and a huge teddy bear. "Hmmm. I don't know. My mom will insist that I take classes; if not with you, then with someone else. You could... I don't know, come over, and we can play Xbox... Monopoly or something. My parents always come back from work after 9, so I'm alone for a long time." "Sure... sounds good," I said, sitting on the bed. A strange plastic sound occurred. I asked him what that was. Danny blushed instantly. "It's nothing; it's just that... ugh, well, I used to wet the bed. Until last year I had those accidents. I haven't had any since, but as you can see, my parents are quite paranoid and won't let me take off the mattress protector... don't tell anyone about this." "I promise," I said and lay down next to him. Very close, but still without touching. We were silent for a couple of minutes when he asked if I wanted to see his medals and photos from his competitions. I nodded and he pulled out his laptop and showed me almost a hundred pictures of him wearing tiny bathing suits that left little to the imagination. And not just of him, but of his other classmates. He had pictures of him changing while effectively wearing the jockstrap under his soccer uniform. Others shirtless and even one wearing a diaper on his bed with an annoyed look on his face. I had to ask him to do something different before his parents arrived. I couldn't take it anymore without getting in trouble. I wanted to run away, but I also wanted him to pull down his boxer and show me his cock, the one that outlined perfectly over the fabric. We finally got around to playing Halo on his Xbox. That distracted me a little, but not too much. At 8:30 I put the controller down and told him I had to go home. Danny asked me to stay for one more game, but I couldn't accept. I imperatively needed to jerk off to regain some clarity. "Well, then give me your number and we'll set up for the next class.. or whatever we plan to do." "Sounds good to me." We exchanged numbers and said goodbye with a handshake. He walked me out and I walked normally to my house with Danny's gaze glued to my back. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I yelled a greeting to my parents and went upstairs to my room where I locked myself in. I pulled out Danny's jockstrap and smelled it. It smelled of sweat, cum and piss. It turned me on a lot, too much. I undressed and tried it on, it suited me... barely but that turned me on so bad that my cock was peaking over the little guys jockstrap. I was about to start masturbating when my cell phone buzzed. I took it in annoyance and realized it was a message from Danny. In it there was only a link, there was no message or context, just a link that I pressed and it took me to another page... it was similar to Twitter and it displayed a profile with a generic anime picture and the caption "this user has allowed you access to his profile". I scrolled down a bit and the first thing I saw was a short video, about 15 seconds where there was Danny sucking his fingers in a suggestive way, first one, then two, as if he was actually sucking a dick. He was looking at the camera in a sexy way and then he would take his fingers to his ass and start sticking them in one by one. Below was another video of him trying to put his whole fist in... he had four fingers deep inside before it finished playing. In another video he was cumming on his own face and taking the cum into his mouth before swallowing it all the way down. In another video he was on his bed, the same bed I had been on moments before, rubbing himself and fucking a huge teddy bear that he would cum on before cuddling it. There were pictures of him in lingerie, in a speedo, in a jockstrap, wearing a plug under his school uniform... I couldn't look at his profile for more than two minutes. I came, I came like I had never come in my entire life. Not even sex had ever tasted as good as just looking at that profile.... It all seemed like a dream... I didn't understand what was going on or if this was even real... I felt tired, relaxed, dirty, excited, thrilled, feverish, happy... all at the same time. "I hope you like what you see" was the message from Danny that came a few seconds later. That would be the beginning of a journey that was only going to get more and more intense. And which I will tell you about in the following chapters.