Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2024 18:27:41 -0500 From: LBF ero Subject: Summer Scholastics Chapter 1 Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Nathan stood beneath the stream with one hand slick with conditioner, sliding up and down on his six-inch cock. His left leg was up on the bathtub rim giving him easier access to his hole, which he probed at gently with his fingers. Slow strokes to make it last and timed with his fingers' subtle insertion. He was lost in the erotic feeling, slightly light-headed in the heat and steam. His thoughts turned to his crush, Mr. Thompson. Nathan was enamored with the thought of his teacher and his well-groomed beard, how his belly filled out his dress shirts, and the way the slacks framed his large butt. The idea of reaching around and pulling at the belt to bring those pants down. Imagining what would be found underneath. Was he uncut? Was his belly hairy? What underwear did he hide under those slacks? These thoughts brought him closer to climax. His right hand pumped faster as the fingers on his left hand found purchase and slid deeper inside of him. Tie pulled down. Buttons undone. Hair tousled. The pressure of their bodies. Grasping. Grinding. Grouping. Hot breath on his neck. A hairy chest rubbing against him. Nathan's back arched with the pleasures of his hands and the fantasies in his mind. A Knock. A banging noise. He quickly snapped out of his fantasy and heard his mother yelling for him to stop wasting the hot water. He turned to rinse in the steaming stream. He whipped back the shower curtain to see the small analog clock mounted to the bathroom wall. 11:30. Fuck. He jumped out of the shower almost slipping on the linoleum as he pulled his towel from the bar on the wall. Quickly drying his hair and then moving the towel downward. It brushed roughly on his still-erect penis. There was still some conditioner in his pubes as he had rushed to rinse himself off. He gritted his teeth and rubbed what he could onto the towel. He ran out of the room and across the short hallway to his bedroom. Absentmindedly grabbing the tight blue briefs that made him feel sexy and a pair of linen shorts. Tossing on a tank top to stave off the southern summer heat. He looked at himself in the mirror which hung on his closet door. He mussed his short brown hair and admired the slight scruff on his chin that he'd been growing for weeks. He had a slight frame but it had filled out a bit in his late teens. He noticed the bulge in the crotch of his shorts, a little larger than usual, and realized the subtle ache in his groin. Solving that would have to wait. He picked up his car keys off the desk and headed for the door. Smack. He ran headlong into his father. "Jesus, Nate! In a rush today?" "Sorry, Pop," he said as he slipped past the man down the narrow hallway, "gotta go." "Son, did you leave the shower on?" He heard his dad call from behind. Before he could think to answer he was down the stairs and out the door into the late summer sun. Fumbling his keys in the door of the 15-year-old car he thought, Shit, I am going to be so late. ---------------------------------- Matthew felt warm and embraced, a comforting presence wrapped around him from behind. A pressure, a rhythm, movement, back and forth. He sank into it, arching back against the soft thrusts. His cock stiffened as something firm and warm slid between his legs. He shifted his position, rolling over and spreading his legs. The pressure shifted with him from beside to on top. A soft kiss behind his ear, a gentle nibble on his neck. Matthew arched his lower back in the new position. His cock was now rock-hard pressed between his stomach and the mattress where it ground against the soft sheets with each thrust. "Someone woke up randy this morning," he said half to the pillow. "Mmmhmm," responded a voice low and soft whispered into the nape of his neck. Matthew groaned as he felt pressure against his hole. A teasing knock against his back door. "Did you go to bed with--" he gasped as he felt himself being entered. "Uhhnn, did you wear that to bed last night?" The sheets beneath his cock were warm and sticky, precum from the excitement of being teased this way. "Maybe," his wife's voice purred from above him. The pressure on his hole was removed briefly but came back slick and wet, and entered him slightly. "Oh, fuck," Matthew moaned gripping the pillow and burying his face, ass up and spread for the dildo sliding into him. The head brushed against his prostate as it sunk into his opening hole. "That's it," his wife said, "open up for me." He felt the soft leather of the harness press against his cheeks as the dildo bottomed out in his bottom. "You want this cock bad, don't you?" "Yes," Matthew breathed out, still adjusting to the girth of the toy. "You're gonna get it then," she said, sliding out of him, leaving just the head inside. A tease. She sank back into his eager hole and Matthew moaned in ecstasy. A static whine, crying. The baby monitor on the bedside started to make a ruckus. Matthew felt suddenly empty as his wife pulled out, swearing and apologizing. He sighed, aching and cold. He climbed down from the bed, scooping the strap-on off the floor. The digital clock on the bedside table showed he was running late anyway. Matthew put the strap-on on the bathroom counter. Resolving to shower, feeling too empty and too full simultaneously. He turned the water on to hot and grabbed his toothbrush. He looked at himself in the mirror while brushing, his beard would need a trim soon to maintain the manicured accent to his jaw that he liked. He ran his other hand through his hair, not thinning yet but specks of gray poked out through the short auburn waves. He saw the steam from the shower and spat toothpaste into the sink. He climbed into the shower, the hot water perked him up, and his cock grew in response, the head peeking out of his foreskin still slick with precum from the prelude to pegging his wife gave him. "Later, little buddy," Matthew said to his hardon and began to wash. ---------------------------------- Nathan stood at the trunk of his car, deftly wiggling his key in the trunk lock. A little to the left, a little to the right. It always seemed to stick in the summer heat. Starting to sweat he let go of the key and tried the lever in the driver's seat which worked maybe a tenth of the time. This wasn't one of them. He slammed the door, cursing. He kicked the rear bumper on his way back to the trunk and the lid popped open. "Finally!" Nathan grabbed one of the two boxes inside and stacked it on top of the other. Grabbing the bottom box he lifted both out of the trunk. Balancing them on the taillight he slammed the trunk shut and trudged off toward the school building. He hadn't accounted for the height of the two boxes so he was blind on one side, but he'd walked these hallways for the past four years and could make his way to the library with his eyes closed. Getting to the front entrance of the school he paused trying to figure out how he would open the door. He turned to see more of the entrance around the boxes and noticed the accessibility button and had an idea. Nathan walked over to the button, turned around, and thrust his pert butt against the button which clicked. He heard the motor rev to life and begin opening the door. "My ass to the rescue again," he chuckled to himself walking into the school. The AC was a welcome respite to Nathan as he walked down the halls, he could feel a cool spot on his lower back from the sweat. The halls were empty, quiet enough to hear his footsteps echoing. Nathan's arms ached from the heavy load so he picked up his pace to get to the library and set these down. His slight jog suddenly became a full stop as he smacked into someone turning a corner on his blind side. Boxes tumbled, books scattered and Nathan found himself sprawled on top of someone. It was Mr. Thompson. He was inches from the English teacher's face, he could smell warm minty breath, they were looking into each other's shocked faces. Nathan's bulge pressed against his teacher's crotch. His small head did the thinking and he thrust against the mature man's package. The teacher smirked slightly but then went stern. Nathan practically jumped up from his prone position. "S-sorry, Mr. Thompson, I wasn't paying attention," he said, extending a hand to the man who still looked up at him from the floor. Nathan had to make an effort to not look at the bulge in the man's slacks. His teacher grabbed his hand and Nathan's heart fluttered as he pulled the man from the floor. Mr. Thompson fixed his tie and brushed the dust from his off-white dress shirt which clung to his curves. He looked sternly at the young man and then wordlessly bent over to pick up a paperback novel from the floor. The two silently gathered books sprawled around the hallway, putting them back in their boxes. Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, he felt his face burning red with embarrassment and arousal. The books recollected, the two men stood awkwardly, neither sure what to say. "Thank you for helping me," Nathan chanced with a shy smile, "And sorry, I should have been looking where I was going." "It's ok. Nate," Mr. Thompson replied, "It was good to run into you nonetheless." The teacher smiled and turned to walk away. Nathan watched the man's wide ass sway with each step and had to snap himself out of the hypnotic view. The young man grabbed his books and walked toward the library. ---------------------------------- Matthew turned the corner away from the stud of a former student and nearly sprinted to the nearest restroom. His cock was rock hard in his slacks, straining against the fabric of the pants and nothing else. A visible stain of precum darkened the khakis halfway down the thigh. Why did I go commando? What was I thinking? The nearest restroom was a public one. Thankfully clean, with the lack of students this time of year. He walked into a stall and closed the metal door behind him. Matthew tossed his blue paisley tie over his shoulder, unbuttoned and unzipped and let his manhood free. His foreskin retracted and precum dripped from his cockhead and onto the seat of the toilet. "Ok breathe," he whispered to himself. "Think...unsexy thoughts. A traffic jam, bumper to bumper." His cock pulsed, and his mind flashed to his student on top of him. Sweaty, lithe, hard, Hard! Nathan's cock was against his and the boy was as hard as he is now. "Kittens," Matthew said, breathing out slowly. "A dip in a cold lake." Was he aroused by me? Would he want to fuck me? "Running water...a waterfall," he whispered. A new urge came to the forefront of his mind. He swore, there was no way he could piss like this. He quickly sat and felt the cool wetness on his cheek from the precum on the seat. He pushed his still-hard cock downward into the bowl and then felt relief. His cell phone buzzed in his front shirt pocket. He took it out to see a selfie from his wife. She was stark naked other than the leather harness and bright blue strap-on. "This is what's waiting for you at home," and several lewd emojis. "How am I this lucky?" He asked himself. The sound of Footsteps. His heart raced, and precum dripped from his cock. A zipper. He saw a shadow on the floor under the wall of the stall. The unmistakable silhouette of a cock flopping out of pants. It was erect and as hard as he was. He heard a sigh and then urine forcefully hitting the porcelain. Another twitch from his groin. Matthew scooted back on the seat. His erection was going nowhere. ---------------------------------- Nathan signed as he unleashed his bladder on the urinal. He was rock-hard and had to aim precisely. He heard the squeak of a toilet seat and realized he wasn't alone. Nathan looked down to the gap under the stall wall where he could see a pair of high-end loafers. Shit, he thought. Mr. Thompson was the only male teacher in the school with taste. Nathan couldn't tell what brand the shoes were but he knew they were quality. His cock ached. It was so hard. His mind flashed to public restroom porn he watched on amateur sites. He'd finished relieving himself but his cock was still in his hand. Absent-mindedly he began to stroke himself. He's right there. He was also hard...when I was...when I was on top of him. I wonder if his ass is as hairy as his arms. I want to know what his cock tastes like. He heard himself moan and realized he was masturbating. He stopped. He heard a sigh that wasn't his. "Mr. Anders..." Nathan heard his teacher's voice just above a whisper. "I can see what you're doing. I'll take a shot in the dark, you wish you were doing something else. Someone else." Nathan's heart raced, his stomach doing somersaults. Was this really happening? "If I am wrong...wash your hands and leave. Neither of us will speak of this again." He wasn't wrong. Nathan awaited further instructions. "If... I am correct, tap your foot." The whisper continued. Nathan almost stomped; he was so aroused. "Zip up and follow me." said the voice of his English teacher from the other side of the stall wall.