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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 2) By Rim4you
Chapter One
"Have you ever took to noticing Mr. Jefferies, Blake?"
"How so?"
"You know? Checked him out? Looked him over?"
"Who wouldn't, TJ? Any guy with half a brain couldn't overlook his build and the obvious bulge he's got between his legs! The word is that he's gay, TJ, but the faculty overlooks that fact seeing how he's the most respected teacher in the school and put us on the map so to speak."
"Oh!" I sighed, dreamily.
"Hello! Anybody in there?" Blake tapped me on the head. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"
"Sorry, Blake! I was just thinking."
"Yeah, TJ! And if I know you, all dreamy eyed, you've probably got the hots for Mr. Jefferies and figuring out a way to land him, huh?"
I couldn't hide anything from Blake. He could read me like a book.
"Well, we are going to be spending some time together. He's going to help me practice for the Band Competition."
"Yeah right!" Blake busted out laughing. "I bet I know what you two will be practicing. Push ups and deep knee bends!"
"Fuck you, Blake!" I said, sarcastically.
"That, my friend, you already do and quite well if I may say so myself!"
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and ten minutes to get to our next class. Blake and I ditched our trays and headed out of the cafeteria into the crowded hallway.
"Call me tomorrow after your first lesson, TJ!" Blake hollered. "I may need some practice too!"
"I'll do that."
That night, in bed, I tossed and turned. I just couldn't get Gary Jefferies out of my head. I remembered our conference in the band room the previous Friday. He was looking at my crotch just as I was looking at his. The way he smiled at me as he raised his eyes from my basket to meet my eyes. The way he sat in his chair with his legs parted just right so I couldn't help but see the outline of his cock!
During the course of the week I purposely ligered in the band room watching him watching me. I felt as though we were two animals stalking each other but who was the predator and who the prey? The way he would, without drawing the slightest attention from anyone, help me position my hands just right on my trumpet gave me a thrill. The masculine scent of his musk excited me.
As I lay in bed thinking about this man, the hot blood of passion, lust and desire for him rushed through my veins. I slipped my hand down between my legs and grasped my throbbing cock. If I were to get any sleep this night I'd have to satisfy the ache in my crotch!
I tossed the sheet aside and in the moonlight that filtered through my bedroom window, I admired my smooth body. I rubbed my hand into my damp armpit then brought my fingers under my nose and took a whiff. I moaned at the scent of my own musk. I ran my fingers ever so lightly over my chest, caressing and then pinching my nipples. My cock throbbed its approval. Running my fingers further down my body I grazed my fingers through my thick pubic bush and then slowly ran my fingers up and down my rigid shaft paying particular attention to the sensitive underside of my cock just below my mushroom head.
My cock oozed pre-cum and this I caught on my fingertips and brought the nectar of my piss hole to my mouth, sucking my fingers slowly, swirling my tongue over each fingertip.
With my right hand I grasped my shaft and began stroking. Up and down. Slowly. Methodically. Sensations of pure delight ran from my cock and electrified my entire body. My left hand cupped and tugged at my sweaty balls.
I worked the fingers of my left hand further down. I parted my legs slightly and allowed my fingers to stray into my damp ass trench, pulling at the hairs, Finding my moist hole, I probed my pucker with one finger. Deeper and deeper my finger sunk into my chute. I swirled my finger around and around the walls of my anal cavity. As I did so, my probing finger pushed into a soft, gooey object. I moaned with pleasure at what my finger had discovered. My cock too responded and a copious flow of pre-cum streamed from my piss slit.
Retracting my finger from my asshole, in the pale moonlight I could see my finger coated with a brown slime. I brought my finger under my nose and inhaled deeply the fragrance of my asshole. The aroma of my shit.
This was the scent I loved so much. The scent I craved for insatiably. I sniffed my finger over and over. Again and again. Each breath I took sent a shockwave of perverted lust through my young body and my cock jerked and throbbed within the grasp of my hand.
As if put in a trance by my ass stink, I pursed my lips and slid my fragrant finger into my mouth. My taste buds immediately detected a flavor that was tangy and bitter, yet bearable. Revolting disgust coupled with animalistic pleasure swept through my brain at the thought of what I was doing, of what I was tasting, but I could no more withdraw my finger from my sucking mouth than I could take my hand away from my throbbing cock. The two sensations: what I was tasting in my mouth and what I was feeling within my dick, seemed to me to belong together.
The nastiness of what I was doing only increased my arousal and several times I returned my finger to the warmth and creaminess of the shit in my rectum. Then retracting my finger I repeated my ritual of sniffing and sucking on my finger until I could feel my mouth coated in a gooey paste. I loved what I was doing and the sensations it gave to all of my senses.
All the while I thought of Gary Jefferies. The man who stirred my loins as if he were coaching me in my newly discovered pleasure, as if he were directing me to savor the fruits of his asshole and find my ultimate pleasure there!
I must have cried out as my legs stiffened, my toes curled, my body heaved and jerked upwards, as my cock responded to the pleasures I was indulging in and erupted like a geyser, spewing thick wads of creamy cum high into the air splattering my face and chest! Thank God my Mom's bedroom was at the opposite end of the house!
My last act of satisfaction, before I drifted off to sleep, was to rub my dick cream all over my body. I wanted to smell of boy sex for Gary Jefferies!
Chapter Two
I awoke the next morning, Saturday, bright eyed and bushy tailed. I patted my morning hard-on and decided that there would be no relief of tension that morning. I also decided that I wasn't going to shower either. I was determined that if I read all the signs right since last Friday, I would present myself to Gary like a raw animal.
I chose my clothing with care, choosing items that would accentuate and entice a man of thirty-five for a teenage boy of seventeen. I decided upon a tight fitting white tank top and black nylon jogging shorts. I rumaged through my gym bag and retrieved the jockstrap I had been wearing continuously for three weeks. That would do perfectly. It served two purposes for me: to cradle the family jewels during gym class and became my sniff and cum rag afterwards. It was moist and ripe as I slid it on! I dug further in my gym bag and found a pair of rank, crusty sweat sox. I took a whiff. Oh yeah! These would do just fine. Then I hunted in my closet for my grundgiest sneakers. I sniffed my way through each pair until I found the ripest ones!
Dressed, I looked narcisistically into the mirror and kissed my image. What gay man could possibly resist this athletically built teeage body? Yes, I felt dirty and grundgy but the man that would have me would have to accept me for the way I was and what I craved, desired and needed.
It was going on ten-thirty. I needed to be at Mr. Jefferies' house by eleven o'clock. I grabbed my sheet music and trumpet and made a mad dash towards the front door nearly knocking my Mom over in the process.
"What's your hurry, TJ?" Mom hollered, regaining her balance.
"Sorry, Mom! Gotta be at Mr. Jefferies' house by eleven. He's giving me private lessons so I can be primed up for the Band Competiion!"
"That's really nice of him," Mom sighed, approvingly.
"See ya later. I'll probably be at Blake's house later in the day. Love you!"
I bolted out the door and headed towards my car. Even though it was early in September, it was already humid and muggy outside.
As I began the drive over to Mr. Jefferies' house my excitement mounted, as well as realities. What if I had read all the signs wrong? What if he was just being nice, concerned and caring? Am I making a fool of myself? But on the other hand, what if he's turned on? Yet, what if he does want me but is turned off by my grundginess? Too late now,
I pulled up into his driveway. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I turned the ignition to my car off. I took a deep breath, groped my semi-hard cock which I could feel was dripping pre-cum, grabbed my trumpet and music and headed for the front door. I suddenly remembered that Mr. Jefferies had taken Thursday and Friday off to take care of some business. I rang the doorbell.
"TJ!" Mr. Jefferies' voice boomed, with a bright smile on his face.
I nearly fell out at the sight of him. Never had I seen him so scantily clad before in an outfit resembling mine! The only difference being that he filled his out more appropriately. Every line. Every curve of his body was accentuated. The low scoop neck of his muscle tank top revealed his buffed chest, swirling with dark hair glistening with beads of sweat. His spandex shorts revealed his inviting basket, outlining every curve and bulge of his cock and balls. I was mesmerized by this Adonis of my wildest fantasies!
"Glad you made it! I was just finishing my morning workout! Come on in!"
I followed him into the livingroom, filled with awe at the sight of his ample, melon shaped ass. Each cheek so full and round which seemed to bounce with every stride he took. My cock went from semi-hard to fully erect in a split second!
"I really appreciate you're taking the time to work with me, Mr. Jefferies." I stammered.
"It's no problem at all, TJ! The pleasure's all mine! And now that I'm off the time clock, you can call me Gary."
Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps Gary had planned it. Perhaps it was my teenage awkwardness. Growing pains and clumsiness. In any event, Gary stopped midway into the livingroom and without paying any attention I slammed right into him, spilling my sheet music onto the floor.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, recovering myself and kneeling down to pick up the sheets of paper scattered on the floor.
"Let me give you a hand," Gary responded, bending over, his lucious mounds within inches of my face.
My heart was racing. Pounding wildly. Did I dare do what my cock was compelling me to do? To lean forward and bury my face into those luscious mounds?
As the last slip of paper slipped between my fingers and I was frozen to the spot, Gary, still bent over, began to untie his shoe laces and slip his sneakers from off his feet tossing each one aside.
He straightened up, parted his legs slightly, not moving. His gorgeous ass staring me in the face.
The scent of his socked feet wafted into my nostrils. The aroma was pungent and strong. A scant glance downwards revealed that his sweat sox were dingy from repeated wear.
My body trembled as his scent infiltrated my nostrils. I lay my sheet music and my trumpet down, surrendering to the urges of my cock!
Slowly. Cautiously, I lowered my head towards the ground. Towards Gary's feet. He didn't flinch. He didn't move.
I grazed my face, first upon one and then the other of his ripe socked feet, Sniffing. Kissing. Trailing my tongue upon each foot.
Gary responded by curling his toes upward so I could engulf the stench filled material into my mouth. Sucking gently. Sucking earnestly. Sucking passionately. I sucked into my mouth the vile stink of Gary's feet. It was repulsive to me, yet at the same time it gave me the greatest pleasure.
I lifted my head and gasped. In the silence of our actions, our bond was sealed. With words unspoken we yielded to one another our lusts and desires.
Gary took two steps sideways and fell onto the sofa facing me. Clasping his leg behind his knee he lifted his foot towards me. I slid on my knees towards him. Reaching him I grasped his outstreatched foot into my hands and rubbed it over my face. Sniffing and licking the underside of his foot greedily and hungrily.
"Smell it! Lick it, boy!" Gary finally broke the silence.
"Yes, sir!" I responded, sniffing and licking the fetid material, soaking it with my spit.
"You like that, boy? You like sniffin' and suckin' on my stink sock?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Suck! Suck my raunch, boy!"
I obeyed. This was all so unbelievable. Here I was groveling at Gary's socked foot. Worshiping his stink! Adoring his scent! Delighting in his taste! It was incredible!
I reached down and squeezed my cock through my shorts. A bolt of lust surged throughout my body.
"What ya doin', boy? Playin' with your dick?"
"Yes, sir! I'm touching my cock!"
Our roles were clearly defined. I was the wanton boy and he was my Master, the God of my idolatry. It became clear to me that my duty was to serve him. To give him pleasure and in thus doing so I would obtain my pleasure. My satisfaction.
"Whip it out, boy! Show me your boy cock! I wanna see it!"
Releasing my hold on Gary's foot and without the least bit of hesitation, I yanked the front of my shorts down. My cock bobbed in the freedom I had given it. Leaning back I spread my legs and presented myself as if offering my rigid dick to the man of my desire.
Gary slid off of the couch, gropping himself and inched his face towards my throbing shaft. I groaned as his nose grazed my cock and sniffed my dick stink.
"Fuckin' stink boy cock!" Gary hissed, as he ran his nose up and down my pole. "Fuckin' dirty pig cock!"
Gary began flicking his tongue along the sensitive flesh of my turgid dick. This was no longer Blake, a boy like myself, whose tongue on my dick was sending shivers up and down my spine. No! This was a man who, in giving me pleasure, was pleasuring himself.
I felt Gary's warm lips kiss, and then encircle the head of my dick. Then in one swift motion his wet mouth engulfed my quivering shaft down to the base. His nose buried into my pubic hairs. I was in total ecstacy. Enthralled as I watched my band teacher's head bob up and down my aching, throbing, pulsing cock!
I tried to hold back. I tried to resist, but it felt so good, his sucking. His making love to my smelly cock! I arched my back and let out a yelp like a wounded puppy crying for its mother. I thurst my hips forward. My ass cheeks clenched together tightly. I gritted my teeth and a long groan accompanied by a persistant wail escaped my lips. My fingers dug into the carpet beneath me as I shot my seed. Wave after wave. Spurt after spurt of my young spunk erupted in Gary's mouth which he swallowed with hunger and groans of delight.
"I'm sorry, Gary!" I sighed. "I didn't mean to cum so quickly!"
"Mmmmmm!" Gary hummed against my still quivering cock.
Releasing my cock from his mouth and looking up to me with a gracious smile, he whispered:
"So how do you like my private lessons? This is only the first of many, TJ!"
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