A Lesson In Life - Part 1
My school life was nothing extraordinary, and in fact, it was quite boring for the most part. That was until I met my new English teacher. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was something special. He was very tall and Italian-looking, broad-shouldered with short dark hair, perhaps in his early thirties. What most impressed me, though, whenever he turned to face the board, were his firm well-rounded buttocks. I used to daydream of seeing him standing there sweating and naked, and many a time it got me into trouble, as I paid very little attention to what he was saying.
I wasn't a stupid kid but English just wasn't my subject, so in my final year before my exams, he insisted that I take extra classes to get my grades up. There were three of us in that class, and the others weren't exactly keen students, so I was usually the first to get to the lesson straight after school, and I never took my eyes off him, except to scribble some notes. As time went on, I paid more attention to the way he would look at me intensely, his eyes seeming to penetrate me.
Unsurprisingly, I would often end up being taught alone some days, and, on one such day, I arrived a little earlier than usual, as my last lesson had finished early. I entered without expecting him to be there, and I obviously caught him off guard, as when I came in, he shuffled his papers hurriedly, and gave me a worried look. I had only a brief opportunity to glance at his papers, but I could have sworn I saw him hiding a gay magazine underneath the pile.
From this moment on, I was slightly less subtle about my desires for him. I had just turned eighteen and I had been told I was good looking more than a couple of times, so I had arrogantly decided that if he was gay there might just be a slight chance of some extra-curricular activity. From this lesson onwards, I sat more provocatively in my chair, my legs wide apart, tongue occasionally venturing out of my mouth to lick my lips, and my pen sometimes exploring my mouth. It was just subtle enough not to be noticed by the other students, but noticeable enough to my teacher, whom I now sat directly in front of.
Our final lesson before the exam, I happened to be alone again with him, and as it was the last ever opportunity, I was virtually screaming to get into his pants. This time he was late in, maybe by about ten minutes, and just as I was starting to worry, he rushed in, clutching onto some books. Accidentally - or so it seemed - he dropped a piece of paper that he had in his pocket, and he didn't seem to notice until he got to the desk. I quickly glanced at it, and I saw that it was a note from my PE teacher, who I also thought was cute, saying that, as he was no longer dating his ex-boyfriend, would he like to meet up some time.
Suddenly, my teacher realised that he had dropped the note, and went to pick it up, but when he saw my face, he saw that I had read it, and his face flushed a deep red. "It's ok... But," I said, now suddenly nervous myself as he waited for me to finish what I was saying, and I, even though I had often rehearsed this type of scene in my head, didn't know how to. I took a deep breath and said it. "But I've always had a crush on you. I don't know whether you noticed before or not but..." he interrupted me, and leant over the desk, planting his tongue in my mouth, his distinct coffee-taste intruding my mouth.
He pulled back, shocked himself, and then said, "this isn't right". I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by, and so I decided it was time for a little role reversal. I got up from my desk, placed my arms around his firm shoulders, and proceeded to kiss him. He had to arch his neck downwards slightly as he was so tall, and, as he did, he pushed me back onto his desk. Almost horizontal on the desk, I clenched his juicy ass cheeks, and pressed myself closer to his body. I could feel his growing erection beneath the fabric of his trousers, and boy was he large!
I carefully unbuckled his belt and trousers and then unzipped them. His rod was peeping out from the top of his boxers, and he was as stiff as iron. I could also see the precum on his manhood, and as I looked up at him, up at his glassy eyes, I could see he was as horny as hell.
"Are you sure about this?" he said, his breath already heavier, and the smell of coffee even more compelling.
"Sssh!" I whispered up into his ear, and, already convinced, he began to feel my crotch, and loosed my own manhood, now literally aching for him. At this moment, I pulled away, pushing him upwards, and knelt to the floor. I could feel the saliva in my mouth as I pulled his trousers and underpants all the way down to his ankles. Grabbing his smooth cheeks - and boy wasn't his bare ass even riper than I imagined it would be - I worked my way around his heavy tool with my tongue. I licked through what must have been at least ten inches of pure love muscle, before I reached his balls. They were also heavy-set, large and smooth, though thickly surrounded by his hair. I placed one of his balls in my mouth and he moaned slightly, gently caressing my hair.
I worked my way up again, up his shaft, the veins almost popping out from the pressure, and I could sense his impatience, until finally, after I licked his slit dry, his man juice slightly salty yet sweet-tasting, I placed his bulbous mushroom-head in my mouth. This was not the first time I had ever sucked cock, but never before had I sucked a cock so huge and so wide. The head alone was a mouthful, and as I struggled to get more of his shaft in, I felt his hands clasp tighter around my head. I was forced to take more of his beautiful rod into my mouth, as I placed my right fist around the base, and then experimentally placed a finger from my left hand into his tight ass.
I worked his cock masterfully with my mouth. It was the most I'd ever enjoyed sucking dick, and if there had ever been an exam on this, I would certainly have got an A-grade, if I may say so myself. To my astonishment, it seemed as if his cock was becoming even fatter, the more I pumped it, every now and then resting my mouth a little by letting my tongue explore every inch of his stick. I lapped it up like a thirsty puppy, and he too, after what must have been a few minutes, began panting.
"Ooh, that's so good," he said to me, and at this stage, my mouth aching, I got up suddenly. My teacher was mesmerised until I whispered quietly, as if someone else was listening (little did I know!) "I want you to fuck me".
"But have you done this before?" he asked, in a concerned voice.
"Yes", I lied. I'd done many things before, but I'd always been frightened and ducked out whenever I'd been given the chance to be thrusted. "Go easy, though. You're pretty big, and I'm not all that experienced", I said.
I took off everything on the spot, and, nervous and cold, I then sat down on his desk. He looked at me again, before spitting on his large, firm hands. He grabbed my arm with his left arm and pushed me back until I was lying horizontally on the desk. He was certainly becoming more aggressive as time went on, and thought I was apprehensive about my first fuck, I was equally bubbling over with excitement, waiting to let this handsome master have his ways with me.
He put his wet finger into my ass, sort of jabbed it in. Then he added another, and began fingering me violently. I was already getting off on this, and by now my erection had swelled until I thought it would burst, and lay flat up against my belly button.
"You're so tight", he said "But you've got such a horny ass".
"And it's waiting for you, sir", I said, once again acting as his student, waiting to be taught one more lesson.
He was sweaty so I suggested he take off his shirt, and as he unbuttoned his shirt, I was again further turned on by his firm torso, half covered with his mane-like fur, glistening all the way down to his gleaming hard-on. Finally, as he spat again on his hand, and wiped along his extremely swollen head, he flung my legs over his shoulders and then slowly eased himself into me.
It hurt a lot as his swollen member went into my ass. It was a crippling pain, and I felt as if my butt-hole was on fire, but as he held and caressed first my legs and then my shoulders, I gradually began to feel more at ease.
"Relax", he said to me.
As I tried to calm down (I was breathing heavily as a result of the pain, and I had almost chewed my lip to a pulp by now), I noticed my taut ass muscles gradually loosen as they accustomed to my teacher's particularly large member. He went in further, and remembering that warm feeling inside me even now makes me want to cum.
I looked up at him, and he gave me that look again, of such a huge intensity, I could have sworn we were able to see into each other's minds at that moment. I never took my eyes from off of him from that point on until afterwards. I soon felt his balls at my entrance, and immediately felt proud at having taking in all of that man-meat, but then he slowly began to take it back out, exhaling deeply.
Just as his head would have emerged, he put his meat back into my rump, already beginning to tighten again. He continued like this, each stroke getting faster, his slow exhalations gradually speeding up until he was galloping, riding me with his quick rhythmic strokes, his deep breaths rustling the hairs on my own chest, his balls slapping violently against my ass. I was in an almost indescribable pain, but loving every minute of it. Feeling that hot dick in my ass brought out new sensations in me, and as my teacher pumped my own cock with his rough and secure hands, I could feel the pressure building up in my balls.
"Damn, you're sexy", he said, beginning to moan loudly, now tapping me with such extreme force, the friction generated on the desk must have caused electrical sparks.
"I think I'm gonna cum, I said.
"Me too", he replied, and gave one last deep thrust, so deep it went right into my prostrate. He gave one last satisfactory smile, come to think of it, it was more of a cheeky grin, before collapsing on me.
My dick began to throb uncontrollably, my cockhead had swollen to an unbearable amount, and I could hold out no longer. I fired huge jets of cum all over the place, landing on my chest and even on his chest, as I felt his warm liquid lining the insides of my cheeks. We stayed in that position for minutes afterwards until his softened dick exited my sore hole. He licked me dry, his wet tongue running slowly through my chest. He covered every inch of it and then buried myself in my pubic hair before licking my slit dry too. We then kissed intensely, and shared my juices.
I buried my face in his chest, and he embraced me like that for a minute or so until I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw someone. I jumped. Screamed. Frightened. For his job, reputation, and for my life. I'd never live this down.
I then noticed that it was my PE teacher, sat in the corner, silently jerking himself off and deliberately winking at my English teacher. I had been set up...
To be continued...
This is my first attempt at a story, and hopefully not the last. If you have any comments/suggestions could you please mail me at melocodude@hotmail.com