This is a story that is entirely fiction. The characters are true and real, but the actual events never happened. Be advised: This story contains gay sex between consenting man/teen. I would gladly accept any comments, whether they be good, bad, or neither! My email address is tumbler99@yahoo.com Please email me with your thoughts on the story!
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As I walked into Business Law, I realized I hated the class. The kids were throwing paper, pencils, and everything else imaginable through the air. And the subject! Who cared about business law? I knew that I didn't want to be a lawyer, but I still took the class. As I sat in my seat, I looked at the front of the class and saw the real reason I was still enrolled in this dud course.
Troy Andrews was a God. He had just recently moved to town and was the only male on the Business Department staff. As I soon found out from some of my friends who were madly in love with him, he was a 29 year old hunk, who was married with two young children.
From the first time I set eyes on his beautiful body, I knew he had to be mine. I had never felt this strongly about anyone in my life, but there was something about him that set my blood boiling. Everyday that I had his class, I would learn something new about him, and every night in my bed, I would fantasize about the two of us together. He had the body of a football player, and he actually coached a little for our high school team. He had short, light brown hair and soft green eyes that made his face that of an angel. Maybe not a normal angel, but the one that I wanted to see for the rest of my life. He was always smiling, and in my mind, a friendly smile is the greatest turn-on in the world. The only thing that kept his face from being perfect was a scar that trailed down the right side of his face. A pretty deep scar too, and I found out the whole story from him later. That didn't matter to me though, because in my mind that gave him the wonderful attributes of being human and vulnerable. His stunningly good looks made him a God, but that single scar is what made my heart jump out to him, making me want to tear the clothes off his body and..... Well, I think we all know what I wanted to do! Except for him. He never showed any signs of attraction or lust for me, and I knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of us.
I suppose I should tell you about myself, so you can sit there in disbelief as to why he didn't show any signs of attraction! I am a 17 year old gymnast. I also am a swimmer and a yell leader (a male cheerleader for those of you from small towns!). This allows my to keep a very lean, yet toned, figure. My muscles are not those of a body builder, but they're there, and they're hard! Whenever someone feels my six pack they almost freak. I have dirty blond hair, with wonderful chameleon eyes that are mostly green, but with lots of blue, yellow, and grey in them. I am 6' tall, weigh 135 lbs, and have a very nice 6 3/4" cut cock. My balls are also fairly large, and hang low in my sac. Now, enough with me, more about Andrews!
I purposely picked my seat to be right next to the phone in his room. This allowed me to watch his beautiful body as he stood right in front of me. He knew how to dress, and his thick muscles were accentuated by the tight shirts and Dockers that he wore. I could easily tell, on these up close and personal visits, that he wore bun-huggers. His basket was so perfectly filled, and was at eye level with me, that I almost shot my load many a time during that class. Every time the phone rang, I hoped it would be some boring teacher who would nag and talk forever while he stood there, glancing down at me and smiling his beautiful smile. I can't count the times that he smiled at me, but I'm sure that there were times when my attention was on something a little more entertaining than his eye! I'm sure that he caught me looking and practically drooling at his basket, but I didn't care. I got very few chances to see it up close, and I didn't want to waste a single one. Near the end of his class, knowing that my time with him would be up soon, I asked if he had anything that he would like help with after school.
"Well," he said smiling, "I have practice until 5, but if you really want to stay and help, I was planning on coming back in here and grading all of these papers that have to be handed back tomorrow." I looked at his desk (there wasn't a single sheet of paper on it) and quickly agreed. Even though I knew something was up, I wasn't going to lose this chance of being alone with him.
I stayed around school for awhile, but then realized that I was being stupid and should go change. I figured I could put on some cologne and nice clothes and make myself look hot; anything to help my chances. I came back to his class at 4:30 and sat down to wait. Before long I got bored, and laid down on the table, telling myself to be ready for when he got here. Of course, with my luck, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was being tapped on the shoulder. I slowly looked up, still feeling very groggy, but quickly feeling my major hard-on. It must have been one hell of a dream.
"Sorry I'm late, but some kids wanted more practice! Go figure. It actually looks like you weren't too bored though," he said while staring at my big bulge.
"Yeah well, I wasn't gonna wait for you forever!" I said, starting to feel a little more confident. "A kid's gotta have some fun, doesn't he?" I looked straight into his eyes.
"Yes he does. But sometimes being alone isn't always that much fun. It can actually take away from it sometimes. But with a partner, almost all fun is doubled!" He laughed and smiled his beautiful smile. "I know that when I'm in the mood for fun, I always want someone else there to enjoy it!"
"That sounds pretty good. Too bad that there's not always someone there to have fun with. What do you do during those times?"
"Well, then you have to figure out something. But you're not alone right now, so don't worry about it." As his words slowed down and quieted to a whisper, I touched his hand and moved it to my cock.
"Is this something that you like having fun with?" I asked, still staring into his eyes.
"More then you'd believe. As a matter of fact, it's been so long since I've played with a toy like this, I might have forgotten what you do with it!"
"Oh, I seriously doubt that," I said, and with that, our mouths were no longer doing the talking. Our hands trailed each others bodies. I had never felt anyone like this, and I spent my time searching every inch of his body. His sweaty shirt and workout shorts only added to the thrill, but at that moment, I only wanted his body, nothing else. I broke away from our kiss and peeled his shirt off. He quickly stripped me down and in a flash, we were both in our underwear. I looked at the quickening bulge in his underwear, wondering what it would taste like. He looked in my eyes and nodded, knowing what I wanted to do. I slowly fell to me knees and inhaled his manly scent. I used the tip of my nose to trace his now fully hardened cock. I peeled his briefs off, and his gigantic cock was standing there for all the world to see. I slowly licked up the sides of the shaft, feeling every inch of his beautiful piece of manhood. I asked him how big it was, and he told me it was 9 inches when fully hard.
"Is this fully hard," I asked innocently.
"Oh baby, it doesn't get any harder than this. You do stuff to me that no one else can."
Satisfied with his answer, I slowly licked around his big mushroom head. I wanted to taste it, so I slowly slipped it in my mouth. Being an inexperienced cock-sucker, I could only get in about half of it, because it was so thick. Still, I was getting my first taste of a real man then, and I was happy. He started moaning and I continued to suck on his shaft, slowly getting more and more in. I slipped it out of my warm, wet mouth, and traveled down to his balls. I slowly licked one, then the other. Finally I stuck one in my mouth and swirled it around. I could feel a slow boiling in them, and knew that he was getting close. I licked my way up to his head again, all the while, hearing him moan and groan in the background. Now, I know I might have been selfish, but I figured that since this was my first time, I should focus on me. Plus, it definitely didn't sound like he wasn't enjoying it!
I put his cock down my throat, and opened all my muscles. Before I realized what I was doing, I had the entire shaft down my mouth, and I was inhaling his wonderful manly scent. I was getting overwhelmed, and started to choke, so I quickly pulled back out and tried for a little less. I wanted to enjoy this, not die! By now I'd gotten the hang of sucking his cock, so I went full force. Up and down, over and over, he fucked my face. I enjoyed every minute of it, but knew the end was coming. He stopped, looked down at me, and asked if I wanted to taste his cum.
"Are you kidding? I've wanted this since the day I met you. But I've wanted one thing even more." And with that, I moved over to the floor, and laid on my back. I stayed there, totally naked and totally helpless, letting him make the next move.
"Are you sure. I could accidently hurt you," he said, his voice full of concern. I just nodding and looked into his eyes, bearing my soul to him. He slowly knelt down on the ground, and looked at my body. He touched here and there, licked over there, and massaged over here. I felt wonderful, feeling his hands on me, touching me and making me his. But I wanted more, and he knew it. I looked up at him, and for the next 5 minutes, didn't break his stare one time.
I felt his swollen head slowly push against my tight ass lips. I inhaled deeply, and then pushed out with all of my might. He held my hand as he slowly pushed inch after inch into my virgin hole, filling me up with his cock and his love. I felt some pain, but I knew that it would pass. I was so high on the two of us being together, I knew I could endure anything. And before I knew it, he was completely in. I could feel every inch of his shaft and I slowly squeezed my muscles to test them out.
"Do it, Andrews, make love to me."
And then he pushed, and retreated, and pushed again. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow. But he did it gently, with love and concern, looking at me the entire time. I squeezed as he pulled out and moaned as he pushed in, and we soon got into a rhythm that nothing could break. I felt our bodies entwined and knew that this is what I had been waiting for all my life. I felt his thick cock ram into me, his big balls slap my bare butt, and smiled up at him. The best thing he could have done at that moment was to smile. And that's exactly what he did. He gave me the most earth shattering, "I'll always be there for you," smiles, and then leaned down to kiss me. And as our lips touched, I felt him empty his magic seed inside me, as mine flew out in between our tightly pressed bodies. I kissed him with all my might, and I knew that I could never experience anything like this again. I held on, not wanting the moment to end, but knowing it would. As he slowly pulled away, I started crying.
"Oh my God! Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Please say something, I couldn't bear it if I did anything to you," the concern was in his voice, but it wasn't enough for me. As I looked up into his eyes, I slowly whispered,
"I want you to be with me forever. I want to feel you in the morning when I wake, and during the night while I sleep. I want you to make love to me everyday with the same magic we had today. I want to feel you fill me like no one else can. I want to feel you inside of me, while we're kissing. I want-- I--I--"
And instead of answering with words, he answered with his body. I felt his wonderful cock point straight up at the sky. I felt his muscular body break out in a sweat. I felt his strong hands roam my body. I felt his honest face peer down at me. I felt his luscious mouth press against mine. I felt his agile tongue push furiously past mine, trying to go deeper and deeper. And I felt his beautiful heart reach out and touch mine, telling me he'd be mine forever.