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Curiouser and Curiouser Part II

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 17 May 2000 1 comments
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by Russell After the previous caper with Mr. Kennedy, my Alec-Baldwin-look-a-like teacher, instead of making the relationship weird like I thought it would, it kinda drew us closer. (A funny thing is, I still called him "Mr Kennedy") He understood me, and I confided in him. He was like a mix between a father, buddy, and attractive interest. I would stay after class even more often, and any excuse to see him would do. I'm surprised no one got suspicious. I even managed to get my parents to agree to let him tudor me after school. Stroke of brilliance. It was the second last class of the day, and my lesson with Mr Kennedy had finished. I stayed after, as the other students left, with the ploy, "Mr Kennedy, could you explain this to me, I don't really get it,". Everyone had left, then I just sat on the desk and we'd chat, about anything, just like buddies. It wasn't all physical between us, I valued him as a friend. "So, Russ. How'd you get along with that girl you asked out?" Mr Kennedy asked casually. He was sitting on the teacher's desk, and I sat on a normal desk in front of him. "Aw, she said that she didn't feel the same. Oh well." I replied. "Things going okay with Lidia?". He confided in me as much as I did in him. I was a senior, and fairly mature for my age. He gave me a goofy grin. "Still not interested. She's too stressed with work.", he told me. I knew what she "wasn't interested in", but I didn't say anything. I just gave him a knowing look. We locked eyes for about a minute. "Meet me here after homeroom.", he said, and that was that. The bell rang and I went to my next class. Of course I couldn't concentrate at all through biology. I just sat there flipping absently through my textbook, occasionally subtly rearranging my impatient boner. The bell rang and I almost ran from the class. I ducked into homeroom... "I'm here! Seeya!" I called through the door. My teacher was fairly casual and didn't mind what you did as long as you checked in for roll call. I didn't want to get to Mr Kennedy's room too early, as it might have started some unwelcome rumors. I loitered about with some friends for awhile, and then said bye, and then went on my way. The building was completely quiet. There were no cleaners even, because they only came in once a week. All the rooms were dim and locked... except for one. I wandered in, and closed the heavy door behind me. Mr Kennedy was sitting on the desk as he was before, and I took up my familiar position as well. We didn't just get straight into it, we chatted fairly idly for a few minutes, until I watched Mr Kennedy's hand play over his package. I gave him a quick grin. He gave an almost silent little chuckle. Then, he put his hand back to the desk, as he had been before. He was sitting with his legs partly open, and his arms on either side, propped on the edge of the desk, like struts stopping him from falling sideways. I smiled, stood up, walked over a little so I was standing between his knees, reached forward and.... I put my arm between his side and arm, just inches from his pit. I saw him give a shiver, and then I grabbed the keys on his desk, and then walked to the door. I smiled to myself. I was improving at getting him going. I'm somewhere between bi and straight, but I was still proud that I was learning to tease a guy, and especially one of the rare guys I was attracted to. I flipped through the keys and locked the door. I turned and tossed the keys back to him and then took up my seat once more. From this vantage, my face is roughly at his shoulders. I leaned forward, leaning my arms on my knees. Now my head was just above his belly button, and a lot closer from leaning forward. He smiled, and ran his hand through my hair. We're kinda strange..we're very casual about it. We continued chatting about your average stuff, while I ran my hands up his chambray clad toned torso, slowly undoing the buttons as I went. Anyone who heard us would think nothing of it. I pushed open his shirt, and quivered at the forests of thick black hairs that greeted me. If you read the last installment, Mr. Kennedy looks a lot like Alec Baldwin...exactly my kinda guy. I ran my hands through it, then put my face up against it, just under his pec. I felt his chest heave, as he gave a deep breath. I could hear his heart beating faster and faster. Then I fiddled with his belt, pulling the leather strap from the buckle. He leaned back to better allow me to undress him. I could see his buldging package...it was great. I was breathing much faster now...the small chat completely forgotten. I flipped the button out of the hole, and forced down the zip. He hoisted himself up with his arms and down came his trousers. I was treated to a wonderful view. I can remember it as clear as day. There he was, sitting on a school desk, shirt undone, pants to his ankles, and revealing to me the wonderful view of his pole tenting up his briefs, with a newly formed wet patch of pre-cum. The elastic waistband was being pulled further and further from his waist, revealing a delightful patch of jet black pubes. Boy, was I in heaven. I went to grab the band, but Mr Kennedy pushed me back to my seat. I got it. I had to earn my little peep show. I admired him. He had been going without getting any from his wife in so long, yet held out for even longer, however short a time it was. He leaned forward, got off of the desk, then kneeled in front of me. I threw of my shirt, ignoring the buttons and just pulling it off like a T, he wiggled down my pants, and they were soon on the floor. He shimmied down my underpants, leaving me bare ass on the laminate top of a school desk, the very same that one of my schoolmates would sit at and use tomorrow. My cock was at attention like you wouldn't believe, it was so hard it almost hurt, and it throbbed with every beat of my racing heart. He turned his beautiful deep blue eyes to mine and gave me a cheeky grin. "I know your not 100% bi, but I have a treat for you, and there's no obligation to pay it back". All I could do was nod, half excited, half scared. All we had done to this point was jack each other. I wanted it to go further, but I wasn't sure how much further... Before I could contemplate this at all, I felt a warm sensation around my cock head. My favourite teacher, Mr. Kennedy, was sucking my cock! I almost fell off the desk. I was lost to the sensation...I loved it! I watched as he circled the head with his tongue, then gulped it down. I was in absolute ecstasy as he slid his lips up and down my pulsating shaft as it was lathered warmly with his saliva. While he rhythmically pumped my cock with his glorious mouth, his tongue danced over my bulging knob. It played around the ridge of the head, pushing at the stretched foreskin. Then he swayed it around the throbbing tip, and gently wriggled it into the end of my piss slit, which by now was gushing with pre-cum. I was totally lost to the amazing feeling. I held on as best I could, and was quite proud that I lasted quite a while. But I couldn't hold out forever, and as that all too familiar feeling gripped my body, I was almost yelling with pleasure (Luckily it was well after 3 o'clock, so no one would here me). He knew I was close, and to heighten the pleasure, he began rubbing his hands up my stomach, gently running his finger tips over my heaving abs. Then they continued up my torso, cupped my pecs, then creeped their way to my stiff nipples. It gently pinched on then and rubbed them, I thought I would die with ecstatic overload. I gave a powerful buck of my hips with the last of my energy, and I felt my nut sack tighten, then BAM! I could feel my successive ropes of teen spooge gush into the hot mouth of my Religion teacher and confidante. He held his mouth there, and I could feel the liquid's sticky warmth enveloping my quivering pole as he held the jizz in his mouth. Then, with my cock still between his handsome lips, he swallowed as best he could. The feeling was amazing. I couldn't take anymore. I leaned forward and fell onto his broad toned shoulders. I was exhausted, and I needed to catch my breath. I sat up again after a minute, and he leant back to his position on the teachers' desk. He smiled at me. My complete and utter amazement and dazeyness seemed to amuse him. His beautiful blue eyes shimmered at me. He was still practically naked, his shirt shoulders halfway down to his elbow, and his trousers and belt kicked aside. The only thing left was his slightly sodden breifs. I knew he had said that I didn't need to repay him for what he had just done for me, and I know you shouldn't do what you're not comfortable with. And the idea of sucking cock did creep me out. I was so nervous, but I knew I'd just feel bad and nasty if I didn't even try to return the favor. So, I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and placed my arms either side of his thighs. I closed my eyes for a second, then began to move in. "You don't have to if you don't want to, Russ..." He said. I was determined. But I felt like playing around a bit first... But that's to be continued...