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The English Teacher

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The English Teacher by ScottIt was March and I was 23 years old. I looked 14 but, trust me, I was 23 and a college graduate. I was 5' 11" and only weighed about 135 lbs. I had thick blond hair on my head but next to none on the rest of my body, other than a nice blond bush and peach fuzz on my legs. I could easily pass for 14 but, as I said, I will certify that I was indeed 23 years old.I hadn't seen my high school English teacher since my junior year in high school. All I remembered about him was that he had black hair, reminded me of Christopher Lee in those old British Dracula movies, wore too much cologne, was 40ish, and made us read Moby Dick over Christmas vacation. Once my junior year was over, I tried to forget about him. I didn't give him a thought during my senior year in high school or the following four years of college. And then, I encountered him at the home of a mutual acquaintance. A mutual friend was in the hospital and he asked if I'd like to drive with him, a distance of 60 miles or so, to the hospital for a visit. I agreed.We reminisced about the days when I was in his English class. I jokingly told him I thought he was a "prick" for making us read Moby Dick over Christmas vacation. We both had a laugh over that one and proceeded to the hospital and a nice visit with our mutual acquaintance. It was the trip home that got interesting.We were discussing any number of trivial matters as the miles passed. Then, out of the blue, he mentioned a certain author and asked if I had ever read any of his books. I replied that I had never heard of that author. "Too bad," my old teacher replied. "He liked to write about big cocks."I was somewhat taken aback. I laughed nervously, and said, "Sounds like my kinda author.""Oh?" my old teacher and new friend said. "You like cocks?""Well, as playthings, sure," I said. I then reminded him of the Marine drill instructor who lectured the new recruit on the difference between his "rifle" and his "gun.""This is your rifle, this is your gun (pointing at the recruit's crotch). This is for shooting, this is for fun."My friend laughed. "So, you like to play with cocks." He said."Well, yeah. Just my own. I have to admit I do play a solo on the skin flute on a fairly regular basis," I said nervously, not believing what I was revealing about myself to my former high school English teacher."Want to go back to my house and have a concert?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. The word "sure" no sooner left my mouth than I felt a tingling sensation between my legs. My cock, which had been limp all day, suddenly started coming to life. Without taking his eyes off the road, my teacher reached over and rubbed the bulge in my Levis. Oh man! I went from a tingling sensation to a slight bulge to a full-blown hard on in about eight seconds."Nice instrument you have there," he said. "Can't wait to play it."I couldn't believe I was sitting in the front seat of my English teacher's car while he rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. It took every bit of will power I had not to shoot my load right there inside my jeans. He removed his hand and continued driving. Luckily, by now, we were approaching his house.I was glad it was dark out so his neighbors wouldn't see me get out of his car with a huge bulge in my jeans. We went inside and he took my coat and threw it on the sofa."The bedroom's this way," he said.We went down the hall into his bedroom. He threw the bedspread back from the huge double bed and then turned his attention to my jeans. He unzipped them and pulled them down. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants. He pulled my t-shirt over my head. I can assure you it felt a bit strange to be standing there in front of my English teacher with my hard, throbbing dick bulging from my white JC Penney briefs.He put his hands on my thighs and gently pulled by briefs down. My cock was now out in the open in full view of my high school English teacher."You always reminded me of Tom Sawyer," he said. I pondered the meaning of that as I stepped out of my briefs. I was now standing stark naked in front of my english teacher, wearing nothing but a raging hard on and my white socks. He took my cock in his hand and caressed it ever so gently. Then he stroked it slowly."Want to lie down on the bed?" he asked. I laid back on the bed and plumped a pillow under my head and shoulders. I watched my old teacher remove his clothes in front of me. I was surprised a 40ish man could have such a long, hard cock. The fact I was looking at my English teacher's hard penis was itself a revelation and something that made me feel I was in another, surrealistic dimension.He climbed onto the bed beside me. "Time for Bill and Scott's naked penis party!" he said. "Want to lie on top of me?"I got on top of him. I can't find words to describe what it felt like, lying on top of my english teacher, our naked bodies and hard, throbbing cocks pressed together. I'm sure some of our pubic hair was intertwined as well as our balls being pressed together. It wasn't long before we were both wet in our pubic regions. The thought that my precum was getting his cock, balls, pubic hair and bare stomach wet thrilled me, as did the thought that his precum was soaking the same region of my naked body.We hugged each other tightly as we rubbed our pelvic regions together. Finally, I rolled over."Jack me off, Scott," he said. "I want to cum for you."He lay back as I grabbed his huge, stiff penis and began stroking. I watched his balls tighten as I knew he was getting closer. He shut his eyes and began breathing heavier as the moment arrived. And then, the hot, white cream shot out of him - all over his stomach and chest. What a gusher! I got a fair amount of it on my hand. I rubbed it on my cock and wiped what was left on my bare stomach."Your turn," he said.He told me to straddle him. I did as I was told. I got on my knees and faced him, my bare ass just over his pubic region. He started stroking my cock with one hand and rubbing my balls with the other."You still remind me of Tom Sawyer," he said as he stroked my cock. I still wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I was too far into ecstacy to ponder it.He continued stroking me, staring at my body as he did so."You're so beautiful," he said at one point, as he caressed my pubic hair.Finally, I could hold back no more. My balls tightened up as I felt the cum surging into the shaft of my cock. I felt like I was losing control. "Man," I thought, "I'm going to gush all over him." And I did.I shot my load all over him. Some of my hot cum hit him in the face and ran down his neck and onto his chest. A lot went onto his stomach. What was left, after about six or eight gushers, oozed onto his hand. He licked it off his hand as I rolled over onto the bed.We lay there for a couple of minutes, naked and covered in cum. And then he pulled me over onto him again. Once again, our naked bodies were pressed tightly together, but this time our bodies were slippery from all the cum that was sandwiched between us. My cum and his were mixed together, making our bare bodies slip and slide over each other. I looked into his eyes as I rhythmically slid my slippery, naked body over his. It only took a few seconds of this activity to make our cream-covered dicks hard again. I stayed on top of him, slipping and sliding my naked body on his, feeling my cum-covered cock sliding against his cock and cum-covered thighs. Wonderfully, we both climaxed again, at the same time. We both shot our loads between our pressed together bodies. Finally, I stopped moving and just lay still, on top of him. We didn't move or say anything for about three or four minutes - we just enjoyed the sensation of being totally drained, our semen-covered bodies pressed together. Finally, we took a shower together. We soaped each other down and caressed one another. We rinsed and dried each other off. It was . . . memorable. Did I ever see him again? That's a story for another day.

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