Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:21:14 -0400 From: mike loggerman Subject: Chubby Student and Skinny Teacher Chubby Student and Skinny Teacher by Chatterman DISCLAIMER: This story is homoerotic and involves sex between males of various ages. In this fictional story the characters do not wear condoms. In real life you should! You must be above the age of consent in your area to read this type of story, and never allow minors to access it. This story of boys, youths and young men is purely fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental When I was in High School, I was a chubby smooth kid. I didn't have friends, and spent most of my time at home alone being raised by a single mother who worked two jobs. When I was in gym, I used to check out the other guys in the locker room. I loved their slim bodies, hairy armpits and pubes, and their big dangling cocks. I wanted to be like them, and used to go home and JO thinking about them. That all changed when I turned 16. One of my teachers, Mr. McGee moved into our apt. complex. He was a single man, a real nice guy. He started driving me home from school, and chatting with him. He was the first person to actually take an interest in me. He was everything I dreamed of. He was real thin, and hairy. I could see his chest hair when his top shirt button was unbuttoned. He would rub my shoulders and talk to me about making friends and doing things that interested me. One weekend, my mom had to go out of town. I was going to stay alone, but Mr. McGee said I could stay with him. He asked if I wanted to go swimming but I told him I don't like to go swimming. When he asked why, I said because I'm ashamed of my body. He said I had nothing to be ashamed of, and he thought I had a nice body. He said I needed to feel comfortable in my own skin, and I could start by walking around without a shirt on. Being a chub, I always covered up as much as possible. I said I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that, and he said if I would, he would. Before I could say anything, he had his shirt off. He was skinny, but had a very sexy hairy chest. I was hard, and tried to hide it. I took off my shirt, and put it in my lap. He looked at my smooth chubby body, and my boy tits, and he said I looked really nice. He told me that it was no fun growing up being skinny. Guys made fun of him for being so thin. I told him I would give anything to look like him. He said I looked really nice the way I was, then he got up and started rubbing my shoulders. It felt so good, but made me even harder. He said if I wanted to lie down on the bed, he could give me a massage. I wanted it but was afraid he would see that I was hard. He said getting a massage feels good, but it could make me hard, but not to worry it was normal. He said if I wanted, I could give him a massage too. The thought of feeling him drove me crazy so I said ok. We went to his bedroom and he told me to take off my pants so he could massage my legs too. I did as he said and got on the bed. I was so embarrassed but kept thinking of feeling his chest. He started with my shoulders and then massaged my chest. My nipples got hard as he gave my breasts special attention. I was rock hard, but he didn't say a word. He worked his way down to my chest, and then I felt him lick my nipples. He asked if I liked it, and I just moaned. My eyes were closed, and I felt him sucking my tits. I never had a feeling like that before. A wet spot was forming in my underwear. He felt it, and said it looks like I'm enjoying it. He asked if I wanted him to stop, and I said no, please don't. He started massaging my thighs, moving up to my crotch. He said he could do a better job if I took off my underwear. I was ashamed, but he already knew I was hard, so I let him pull them down and off me. He cupped my balls, and stroked my cock. He said he liked what I had. I told him no one ever touched me there before. He asked if I wanted him to stop. I said no. I liked it. Then I felt his lips around my cock, and felt his mouth envelop my small cock. I started bucking and shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed as I watched in disbelief. When I relaxed, he asked if I wanted to give him a massage. He took off his pants and underwear, and I just stared at his gorgeous body. He was thin with a dark hairy body. He had a very furry crotch, with a cock that was five inches when soft, and low hanging balls. I started massaging his chest. He said I could do whatever I wanted. I was instantly hard again. I felt his hairy armpits, and sniffed them. Then I licked them. I moved down to his nipples and sucked them. I saw his cock starting to get hard. I moved down his stomach, and felt his hardening cock. It was huge; seven inches and thick. I licked the head and moved up and down his shaft. His cock smelled so musky, it was intoxicating. I got half of it in my mouth, but loved how it felt and tasted. I played with his pubes as I sucked him. He ran his fingers through my hair, and told me he wanted to be with me from the first time he saw me. I told him I was jerking off after school thinking of him. He rolled me over and got on top of me, kissing me passionately. As his cock rubbed against mine, he said he wanted to make love to me. All I could say was yes, yes. He spread my legs and found my pucker. He started licking my hole. I started moaning loudly. He got some lube and worked it into my hole with his finger, then added a second and later a third. After I was stretched, he put his cock head against my hole. It was oozing pre cum, and was very slippery. I felt him starting to move in and out against my hole, and felt his head slip in. It hurt, but he told me to relax, and push out. When I did, he started sliding in more and more. When he was fully inside me, he started moving in and out slowly. As he fucked me, he was sucking my nipples and playing with my tits. He must have been hitting my prostate, because I was hard again, and blew a second load. When I started shooting, my ass clenched around his cock, and I felt him shooting inside me. After he softened, he rolled over and held me in his arms. He said I was hot. I started spending a lot of time with him after school and on weekends. I started having more confidence in school, and made a few friends. No one knew what was going on between me and Mr. McGee. When I graduated High School I went to college. When I came home for winter break, I heard Mr. McGee was killed in a car accident. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him and miss him.