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The following story depicts consensual sex between an adult and a minor, watersports and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen or find this form of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE!
Private Lessons (Part 1) By Rim4you
Prologue
Looking back at my junior year in high school always reawakens fond memories of a particular time and place. Of a man named Gary Jefferies, my band teacher. It was he who allowed me to express in full measure not only my love of music, but a deeper, darker, most private side of me.
My name is Todd Johnson but everyone, even today, now that I'm twenty-eight, calls me "TJ." I'm just an average guy with brown hair and blue eyes. I don't have a "gym" body that's for sure but I am height and weight proportionate. But back in high school ...
Chapter One
"Hey TJ!" Blake shouted, bounding after me as the last bell rung signaling the end of classes for the day and I was making a mad dash for my book locker.
Blake was my best friend. We'd known each other since the second grade and during the course of our growing up had dabbled in many things together including the infamous "show me yours and I'll show you mine" kind of thing which progressed to further sexual experimentation.
I guess even back then Blake and I realized that we were attracted to men. We thought nothing about our fooling around with one another. It seemed the natural thing for best buddies to do. Being teenagers, Blake and I did not have the advantage of meeting men on a more up front leval as one would meet another guy in a gay bar. So we had to content ourselves with each other knowing that in the not too distant future we'd be able to run the full gamut of the gay lifestyle.
"What's your hurry, TJ?" Blake was breathless by the time he caught up with me.
"I gotta stop off at the band room before I leave. Mr. Jefferies wants to talk to me about my performance."
"Well, TJ, you haven't been playing your best lately."
"I know. It's just ..."
"I know, pal," Blake responded with sincerety. "You're really having a hard time with your Mom and Dad's divorce aren't you?"
"Yep." I answered, hanging my head with dejection. "Ever since Dad moved out everything seems to be up-side-down. I miss having my Dad around, Blake! I can't seem to concentrate, to focus on my music right now and if I fuck up now I'll blow my chances for a music scholarship."
"It'll be okay, TJ." Blake patted me on the back reassuringly. "I know that you're going through a really tough time right now but remember one thing."
"What's that, Blake?"
"I'm here for you TJ! You know that. I'll always be here for you!"
"Thanks, Blake," I whispered quietly, so nobody rushing and brushing against us in the crowded hall could hear, "I love you, Blake. You're the best friend anyone could ever have and I mean that."
"Ditto that!" Blake beamed with a grin from ear to ear. "Doing anything later on tonight? It's Friday night and my folks, being that it's their anniversary are going off for the weekend. I'll have the whole house to myself."
"Really?" I asked, seeing Blake's wandering eye looking down at my crotch.
"Yeah! I know your Mom wouldn't object to you staying over to keep me company."
"Oh no, she wouldn't have a problem with that and I'd like to stay over at your house."
"Give me a holler when you get home okay, TJ?"
"Yeah! Sure. I will."
With that, Blake turned and walked off down the hall. I have to admit that I admired the look of his bubble butt encased in his skin tight jeans!
But first things first. I had to get through this conference with Mr. Jefferies. Sighing, I closed my locker and headed for the band room.
Chapter Two
Gary Jefferies was a towering figure of a man. His six foot, five inch frame made most people feel small. His brawny appearance made him look more suited for the atheletic department than the music department. He was well known for his dedication, hard work in making our high school band the number one marching band in the state even so far as to our marching in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. But above all it was his personal attention that he gave to each of his students that made him a gem among his fellow teachers.
It was with some trepidation that I pushed open the door to the band room and walked towards his desk.
"TJ!" Mr. Jefferies bellowed with a smile on his face. "Pull up a chair, son, and you can wipe that nervous look from your face too. I'm not here to lecture or punish you. I'm just concerned that your performance lately isn't up to your usual standard which is always one hundred percent."
I sat down on the chair beside his desk, none too relaxed and still nervous.
"I'm just having some personal problems, Mr. Jefferies. Things have been ..."
"I know, son," Mr. Jefferies said gently. "Believe me I know how difficult it can be when parents split up. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was around your age."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. So I know that right now and I do understand, your focus on your music is a little off centered. You're coping with a lot of emotions right now. Trying to sort things out. I just wanted you to know that I'm here if and when you need someone to talk to."
"I don't know what to say, Mr. Jefferies. Thanks."
"I mean it, TJ. Anytime you need to get something off of your chest, I'm here."
I gazed into Mr. Jefferies steel gray eyes. He was sincere, just like Blake was. There was a gentleness in his voice and a feeling of comfort in his words. For the very first time I caught a glimpse of the caring man that I heard he was.
"There is the matter of the Battle of the Bands competition which is coming up soon. I've noticed you're having some difficulty with the music."
"Yeah, I am having problems with that. I can't seem to concentrate and I apologize if I'm letting the band down."
"You don't have to apologize for anything, TJ. You're an excellent musician, the best trumpet I have! I do understand what you're going through so how about we get together for some private lessons before the band competition?"
"You'd do that for me?"
"It would be my pleasure, TJ."
"When?" I asked.
"Well we have three months ahead of us to prepare and I know that you probably have plans for this weekend already made. How about next Saturday at my house? Is that okay with you?"
"That would be swell, Mr. Jefferies! I promise I wont' let you down!"
"Trust me, TJ, you won't let me down," Mr. Jefferies said with a glimmer in his eyes.
With that said, Mr. Jefferies rolled his chair back from behind his desk and swivelled it towrds me. He leaned back in his chair, parted his legs revealing a nice bulge in his crotch and clasped his hands behind his head.
I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. So inviting. So inticing. If he only knew what was running through my head at that moment! I could see clearly the outline of his cock which seemed to snake down his right thigh and at the tip, a wet spot emerged on his beige colored pants. Perhaps it was my imagination or my teenage horemones raging, that I perceived his cock twitch and throb against the confines of his pants. The wet spot became slightly bigger. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my wits about me.
With his arms raised and clasped behind his head, I could see the whisps of dark hair in his armpits and a slight trace of musk drifted into my nostrils. Inevitably, my dick responded and swelled within my jeans.
"Next Saturday then?" Mr. Jefferies asked, breaking a silence, though only brief, that seemed long and endless.
"Uh ... yeah ... sure thing," I stammered, taking my gaze from his crotch to his eyes. He returned my gaze with a smile.
As I stood up to leave, my hard-on pressing against my jeans, Mr. Jefferies chuckled, swung his chair back to his desk and scrawled his phone number and address on a piece of paper.
"Here you go," he murmered, handing me the piece of paper, his eyes riveted upon my crotch. "See you for a private lesson next Saturday."
I took the piece of paper and slid it into my front pocket making sure that the movement of my hand digging into my pocket grazed my dick. It was then that he looked up at me and smiled again.
Leaving the band room I was exhilerated wondering if I had read the signs correctly. I was sure I had. I would look forward to my private lessons with Mr. Jefferies.
Chapter Three
That Friday night with Blake I was an animal in heat and lust. I couldn't help but think about Mr. Jefferies while Blake and I were having sex.
"God damn!" Blake moaned, as I sucked his eight inch cock into my mouth with a vengence burying my face into his pubic bush and breathing in the scent of Blake.
"Fuck, TJ! What's gotten into you?" Blake cried out, as he grabbed my head and pulled me deep into his crotch, wrapping his legs around me.
I hesitated for a moment to answer but Blake bucked, thrusting his cock down my throat.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop, TJ! It feels so fucking good!"
I sucked my best friend like I had never sucked him before, with a burning hunger! Blake thrashed about the bed, digging his fingers into the mattress. His cock felt so good, so right in my mouth. The flavor of his pre-cum, dribbling in a steady flow, was the sweetest nectar to me. The scent of Blake's sweaty crotch drove me insane with carnal lust.
As I sucked Blake, my finger found its way to his asshole. It was moist. I rubbed my finger over his asslips. Blake groaned with this added pleasure I was giving him. I fingered his hole probing deeper and deeper, feeling the warmth and slime within him.
Retracting my finger I brought it under my nose and took a deep whiff. The aroma I detected intoxicated me. Blake's asshole was ripe, pungent and stink! I loved that smell. The most personal smell of my best friend. It aroused me tremendously. I sniffed my finger over and over as I sucked Blake's cock.
"Slow down, TJ!" Blake moaned. "You're gonna make me cum too soon!"
I pulled my sucking mouth from Blake's cock and heaved my body onto his. Our mouths met and we kissed deeply, all the while rubbing our dicks against each other. As we kissed I brought my finger between our noses and sniffed again.
"That stinks, TJ!" Blake muttered, turning his head away.
"But I like it, Blake!" I gasped, "It turns me on!"
"It does?" Blake asked, turning his head back towards me to watch as I sniffed my finger.
I placed my finger under my nostrils and took several deep breaths, moaning all the while. Blake watched me intently as I sniffed and savored his fragrance on my finger.
"Wanna really good whiff of my stink, TJ?"
"Yes! Please, Blake!"
Blake gently nudged me off of him then reached down and clasped his hands behind his knees pulling them towards his chest. His smooth asscheeks spread revealing his pucker. I quickly positioned myself between his spread legs gazing lustfully at his asshole.
"You want it TJ?" Blake asked in a husky voice. "You wanna smell my stinking asshole?"
"Yes!" I gasped, my body trembling. "I want to smell and eat your dirty ass, Blake!"
"Do it TJ! Do it know before I change my mind!"
I dove my head down into the sweaty crevice of my best friend's ass. I sniffed his ripeness and rubbed my face up and down his trench to mark myself with his scent. It was wonderful. It was so erotic. It was so intense.
"Yeah! Fuckin' smell my dirty ass, TJ!" Blake hissed as he ground his butt all over my face. I wallowed in his musk. His aroma. His rich, pungent smell.
"Eat my ass, fucker! Taste my stink!" Blake demanded.
Crazed with lust I attacked Blake's butt hole, slurping greedily on his puckering rose bud. The stink of his hole became a wondrous flavor in my mouth. It was bitter, tangy yet sweet.
Because Blake was my best friend, almost a brother to me, the intimacy that we were sharing at this very moment, drove me insane with perverse lust. The more I sucked on his stinking asshole the more Blake relaxed and loosened up for me allowing my tongue to probe deeper, savoring his rank juices.
"Fuck! Fuck, TJ! Eat my stinking asshole! Suck my ass slop, buddy! This is so fuckin' wild! So dirty!" Blake rasped.
Never had our sex together gone to this level. My secret desires were emerging. My wanton lust was mounting. Would Blake be able to satisfy the burning need I felt within me? If not, I loved him all the more for bringing me to this brink and allowing me a foretaste of the ultimate pleasure I craved.
"You're making me feel so fucking nasty, TJ, and you haven't even fucked me yet!"
"I'm your pig, Blake!" I sputtered boldly, not knowing how he'd react but far too carried away by the heat of the moment and the aroma of his ass is my nose.
"I'll do anything you fuckin' want me to!" I continued.
Blake grabbed his hard cock and pushed it down between his legs towards my mouth.
"Suck! Suck my cock, pig, and I'll give you something nasty!" Blake hollered.
Reluctantly, I surrendered my mouth from Blake's pungent hole and wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and sucked. It didn't take long before my mouth was filled with his sweet cream. How I loved the feel and taste of Blake's cum splattering in my mouth and dripping down my throat. His sperm was delicious.
He held my head tightly as he ejaculated in my mouth. His body tensed as wave after wave of his sweet cum filled my mouth. I swallowed every spurt. Then Blake relaxed. His body seeed to go limp. I continued to nurse on his oozing cock, moaning with pleasure, delighting in the flavor of his cum and the aroma of his asshole on my face.
As I continued sucking on Blake's softening dick, a new sensation filled my mouth. Warm and tangy. Different from the taste of his asshole, but pleasurable just the same. Blake was pissing in my mouth!
The initial trickle became a gushing stream filling my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as best I could. Blake held my head firmly as he emptied his bladder into my mouth. His warm piss seeped out of the corners of my lips and spilled upon the mattress. Without a care that Blake was pissing not only in my mouth but in his bed as well, he blasted his piss, emptying himself completely.
When he had finished pissing he drew me up onto him. Our lips met in a deep kiss. I knew from the hunger in Blakes kiss that he too was taking delight in the taste of his golden nectar.
I fucked Blake that night with an abandon I'd never experienced before. He surrendered completely to me his dirty ass to be fucked. Thrusting his hungry hole back to meet my every stroke, the sheets beneath us becoming soiled with piss and the shit that oozed from his ass as I fucked him.
We fell asleep that night, my cock still embedded within his ass, holding each other close.
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