the following is the second installment in a story that i have written. sorry that it took so long but this one is longer and better than the last but it isn't the end of the story. i started it and had this part done when i experienced computer problems and lost everything and im jsut now able to go back to it. this story is fictional but has characters based on real people. otherwise it's purely fiction. if you're under 18 or dont approve of this then dont read it, blah blah blah, standard disclaimer bullshit. that said, enjoy.
I returned to Mr. Johncour's room at the end of the day, not sure if I should expect him half naked behind his desk with his cock out. As the other students were leaving I found my way to his room. I approached the closed door, and as I opened it, I found him at his desk, fully clothed, clicking away on his computer. "Hey Steve," he said as I entered the room. "What's up?" I asked unsurely, suggesting that we continue with our previous actions. "You know where the Wanser hotel is?" he asked. "Yea, right on the outskirts of town, up I-15," I replied. He handed me a slip of paper. "Be there," he said. "I'll make it worth your while." I opened it up. Room 36, 7:30 was scribbled on it. "See you then," he said. "Yea, see you." I turned and left the room, happy that this would still happen but not in school. It was a Friday night and I had no plans, so it would work out great. I went home and did some homework before getting starting to get ready about 6:30. I took a shower, shaved, and put on a nice outfit including a surprise underneath my Abercrombie jeans. Now smelling great, I went down the stairs and headed for the front door, telling my mom I'd be back later, and with that I was on my way. It took me about 20 minutes to get there, my cock getting hard on and off again thinking about the possibilities for tonight. I got to the hotel, a cheaper place. It had two floors. I found the room, located on the lower floor. Mr. Johncour's car was parked outside of it already. I parked next to him. Getting out of the car and locking it up, I approached the door, and much like when I went to his room earlier, I was unsure what to expect, if I'd see him naked on the bed when I walked in. However, much like last time, I opened the door to see him sitting there at the provided coffee table, fully clothed. I shut the door behind me. "Well, let's do this," he said getting up from the table. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same. "I'm going to take a shower," he said. "You can join me or not, but if not be ready when I'm done." With that he turned to the bathroom, taking of his shirt as he went.
Once in the bathroom, I heard the jingle of his belt buckle followed by the sound of pants dropping to the floor. I really wanted to join him but decided against it. I moved to see his reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching him as he took off a pair of skimpy grey boxer briefs. For forty years old, he really did have a great body. All I saw was his back and bare ass as he entered the shower and closed the curtain. He started the water, which broke my trance. I sat on the bed a few minutes, thinking about what to do. Finally I decided how I would surprise him. I began to strip, taking of my socks. My collared shirt followed along with my tight under shirt. Undoing my jeans they fell to the floor after a little wriggling, leaving me in what I hope would have turned him on; a dark blue g-string, that barely covered my package. My cock began to harden again as I thought of him in the shower and the events that were about to unfold, making my g-string that much more tight and uncomfortable. I stood up, looking around the room, anxious for him to finish. It was then when I noticed a small jar of Vaseline on the table. I started to wonder why he might have brought that, but my attention was quickly snapped by the sound of water being shut off in the shower. Now it was time to put my plan into action. I again stood to see his reflection in the mirror. He got out of the shower, grabbing a towel. I moved to the doorway of the bathroom where I watched him dry off, his chest first, which was still thin for a man of his age, followed by his midsection and then his legs. His cock was enlarged and hanging quite heavily, nearly full sized but far from erect, hanging over his slightly firm sack. As got to his feet, I decided to get his attention. "Ready when you are," I said. He looked up and then stood up, a smile on his face, as I proceeded to leave the doorway back to the bedroom. I went and sat at the table, my cock now becoming obvious in my tight clothes. He followed me out shortly, the towel wrapped around his waist. I thought this a bit comical, but also very erotic. He stood in front of me, his dick clearly beginning to harden underneath the towel but not yet at full mast. Now was a better time than any. I leaned forward, pushing the towel apart, his manhood now all out in front of me. I admired his package a few seconds before leaning a little more forward and taking it into my mouth. I sucked on the head a bit before beginning to bob on it, taking a little more in each time. After the second intake he undid the towel and dropped it to the floor, allowing me to enjoy his beauty. This lasted shortly though. After a few minutes, he stopped me, withdrawing from my mouth. "Why don't you lie on the bed?" he asked. "Ok," I said, a bit confused. I went around and climbed onto the bed, my head slightly propped up by the pillows. My own hard on was raging, trying to pry its way out of the small confinements I had put it in. He stood at the foot of the bed, his dick now raging. Looking at me with hungry eyes, he crawled onto the bed and towards me on all fours. He wanted to suck me off? Well, I wasn't one to argue. I opened my legs for him to crawl up the middle, my knees high in the air. I giggled a little at the sight of my teacher and football coach crawling towards me, totally naked, for him to suck me off. He rubbed my lower body a bit, before tugging at the waistbands of my sling. He pulled them down my thighs slowly, up over knees and to my ankles before finally pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. I set my legs down as he came forward. He began to lick my nipples and chest, my cock against his abdomen. He moved down my chest to my stomach, down to my waist to my crotch area. He licked and sucked my inner thigh before finally getting to my crotch, teasing my cock as he licked the area around it. He sucked on my nut sack, moving up to the base of my cock. His face now on top of my crotch, and it was soon buried in it. I'm not as big as he is, but I'm not small either. With one fell swoop my entire seven and a half inches was deep into his mouth, and I felt the tip of my cock swabbing the back of his throat and he sucked it in again and again, never taking less than all of it in. In less than ten minutes I could already feel my come swelling inside my body. He had started out slowly but was now moving at a much quicker pace. I began to thrust with him, forward when he went down, pulling out when he went up. I put my hand on his head, rubbing it through his hair. Using my feet, which were by his crotch, I played with his rock hard erection which was often pressed hard against the bed because of its size. I rubbed his shaft with my foot a little, as well as his large sack. After a few minutes of this, I could feel my body getting ready to explode. "I'm going to come," I said between sharp breaths. Moving faster than ever now, I could feel my load shooting up my shaft towards the tip. I gave one last and final thrust before my climax. "Get ready," I exclaimed. Suddenly, he pulled off, and just as quickly he grabbed my cock as it was about to explode, jerking me to climax. He sat back and gave it half a jerk when I exploded, covering me, the bed, and mostly him. Shooting forward, I managed to get a nice amount on his chest. I continued pumping, getting more on the bed and myself. Sitting on his knees at the foot of the bed, he grabbed his pec, smearing what was there on his body a little. I sat up on my knees now, ready and eager to return the favor. Having just received the best oral I'd ever gotten, I wanted to do a good job. His cock still rock hard, but mine slowly going soft again, I leaned forward much like I had at the table earlier. Leaning back, he braced himself as I began to lick his chest. I had never tasted my own come before, but it didn't taste much different than anyone else's. I smeared it on his body, as well as a little on mine. His giant cock was now pointing upwards a little, somewhat resting on his right leg. I made my way to it and took the head into my mouth, sucking on it slowly. Unlike him I was not as good at deep throating. I began taking it in slowly, an inch at a time. Bobbing slowly, I got my way to probably about seven and a half inches, my own length, before I couldn't take in anymore. Now that I was at my limit I began moving faster, and he began to thrust with me. After about 15 minutes though, he stopped me, pulling out of my mouth. "What?" I asked. "I'm just wondering," he said slyly. "Are you feeling...adventurous?" "What do you mean?" I responded, puzzling. He notioned towards the jar of Vaseline I had noticed earlier. "You want to do anal?" I said, surprised. "It's not like its something you haven't done before." Wow, he really had seen a lot with me and Tyler. While we frequented in the showers, we had only done anal a few times. "I better get an A for this," I grumbled, backing off from him on the bed. "I'll take care of you," he said. He sprung up from the bed to the table, and I once again got a chance to admire his older yet in-shape body and huge cock that nearly knocked everything over as he walked. He climbed back into bed. I turned around, now on all fours in a doggy-style position. He crawled towards me on his knees, the jar in one hand and a bunch of the goo in the other. He began to spread it all over my ass, mostly around my hole and in the crack, but on some the cheek area too. He took out more to do himself, but I interrupted. "Let me," I said, taking it from his hand. Twisted around and with it covering my hand, I grabbed his cock midway down the shaft, covering it with the lube. I ran up and down the shaft several times, careful to get the head as well. Once I was done, I turned back around. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be." He placed his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart for his monster cock. My dick was now beginning to swell again, getting longer and firmer but not entirely hard. I felt the tip of his dick penetrate and slide into me. It hurt a little, kind of like my first time. He was three inches longer and a lot wider than who I was used to. He slid it about half way in at first before withdrawing. He started thrusting slowly, fitting more and more in each time. "Well, you've definitely had experience," he said. "You're not as tight as some of the other boys I've had." This got me to thinking who else could have done this, but I soon found myself not worrying about it as he began to plunge into me entirely. It was still a little painful but it also felt so good. He gripped my lower back on both sides, pulling me into him as he began to thrust a little faster now. This lasted several minutes as he continually picked up the pace. He started moaning with each thrust. My cock had now reached full strength again amidst all of this. His hands moved down to my upper thighs, his fingers sometimes touching my goods in all the movement. He began to moan louder now as I began grunting as well. Our bodies moved in unity, away and then together, away and then together. I could feel myself slowly working up to climax again. He pulled me into him harder and harder each time as we both moaned in pleasure. Suddenly the pace slowed drastically. He nearly screamed as he rammed into me, and I presumed he was about to come as I was. No longer moving on my will, he withdrew and rammed again, even harder this time, before giving it one last and final oomph. I squirted on the bed below me, well over excited from everything as he sighed and stopped thrusting. He was completely inside of me now, the both of us breathing hard. He withdrew for good this time, sitting back on the bed, his cock covered in all sorts of stuff. I got up, the Vaseline feeling weird but good in my ass, and got the box of tissues. I re-approached the bed with a few in hand, cleaning him off as best I could. He took a few himself after I had finished before getting off the bed, his cock still large but shrinking. "How long did you rent this room for?" I asked. "All night," he told me as he started to slide back into his underwear. I wanted to be the one to dress him but that appeared out of the question. "I'm leaving, but you can have it." He slid into his khaki pants, pushing himself in once around his waist. I stood there watching him, still naked, trying to decide what I would do, which would be invite friends over and use it. I had a good opportunity here. Now fully dressed, he looked at me as he straightened his shirt. He reached out and played with my cock a bit before saying, "Anytime you need extra credit..." to which I replied, "Of course," before he slipped out the door.