Ian shivered slightly as he pushed open the door leading to the quad. There were only a few students outside on this grayish Saturday afternoon, and he inhaled the smell of autumn as he walked the path through the mostly barren marble benches and wooden tables scattered here and there. Despite the dreariness, the trees still burned with their fall colors. Leaves floated to the ground around him lazily like red and gold feathers from some giant bird. Ian sighed, depressed.
"Why can't I find someone to be happy with?" he asked himself gloomily.
He followed the path for awhile until he passed through a small clump of woods to the docks. He soon came upon a bustling marketplace nestled against the shore of the bay. Smelling it suddenly, Ian had the strangest desire for apple cider.
Ian handed over a crumpled dollar bill to a friendly-looking lady sitting behind the cider stand. Her place of business was no more than two overturned wooden crates with a tablecloth draped over them so her apples wouldn't bruise, and he felt inclined to let her keep the fifty cents in change from his drink. He sipped the warm, amber-colored liquid and a feeling of bliss came over him. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he seemed to feel more at peace with the world now as he walked slowly and aimlessly at the water's edge, watching the water ebb against the supports of the creaky wooden dock.
As he approached a fishing boat tied to one of the posts ahead of him, the sound of a man shouting broke his peaceful state. Ian looked up to see the most unpleasant man he had ever laid eyes upon bellowing in rage at a cowering boy. The man seemed to have said what he needed to, promptly stamping his foot and then retreating to the cabin, slamming the door in his wake. The boy then slumped to the side of the boat and began to coil a length of thick rope.
Ian studied the boy curiously, stopping to get a better look. He seemed to be about the same age as himself, with matted, straw-colored hair and a rough, work-hewn sort of body. He wasn't stopped long before the boy looked up at him apologetically.
"Sorry you had to hear that," he said. "That's my boss," he added, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at the cabin door.
"Why was he so angry at you?" Ian replied. He saw no harm in striking up a conversation, as studly as the kid was.
"Oh, nothing really. I'm just working too slow, is all," he explained. "I'm Taylor, by the way. Do you go to the school up there?" he asked politely, pointing over Ian's head up the long hill where the topmost turrets of Spencer were visible.
"Yeah, I do, actually. My name's Ian," he answered. He thought for a minute. "Where do you go to school?" he added.
"Oh, you know. Just one of the crappy public schools," he said, and Ian him look down in shame. "I got in at Spencer but...my mom and I, we don't have that much money, so...you know. Public High for me," he said with a disheartened laugh, starting to coil the length of rope again. "That's why I've got this job, anyway," he said.
Ian watched the sad kid coiling rope, his heart heavy. He had never known any life other than his own, having grown up privileged in a large house bought by the money his parents earned, both being doctors. The only thing he ever wished for was that he could see his parents more often, but now he realized that his problems paled in comparison with those of people like Taylor.
"I'm really sorry about that," offered Ian, soothingly. "I'm sure you deserve to go to Spencer a lot more then most of those spoiled brats up there, including me," he said, trying to reassure the defeated kid. Then Taylor said:
"Hey, you wouldn't mind coming with me to the market, would you? I've gotta get a bunch of stuff for the boat and it would sure be great to have someone to help carry it back," he said, the faintest glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Sure thing," said Ian, prepared to help this kid in any way he could.
"I sure appreciate it," Taylor replied earnestly, setting down the neatly coiled rope and stepping down the gangplank onto the dock. As they walked side by side toward a covered market a little farther down the coast he added, smiling a little brighter than before,
"You know, I could really use a guy like you."
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Alex couldn't believe what he had done. He felt like such a slutty bastard. He seemed to radiate shame from every part of his body as he trudged slowly down the hallway.
He should have known better than to think he was capable of just selling himself for a grade like that without any emotional repercussions. It had seemed like such a great idea when all he saw was a means to an end. But now that he had done it, all he felt was regret.
"You can't sink any lower than this," he thought bitterly to himself, slowly making his way toward the dining hall. He knew it was too late for lunch and too early for dinner, but he hoped that in the hall he could find the one person in who he could confide all of his current emotions: Jenny.
She was the first person he told about his affection for Jake when he first realized it. Jenny was the first person he had told when he found out his dad was leaving. Jenny was always there for Alex to listen and share the burden of his problems. And now, in his increasingly self-loathing state, he needed her more than ever.
But upon entering the dining hall Alex was disappointed, seeing that Jenny was not there. He collapsed heavily on a seat and stared blankly at the floor for several minutes, guilt overpowering him. Why had he done it? He relived the time in Tyler's office as if to punish himself by thinking about it again. How he had dropped to his knees so willingly, how he had given himself to his teacher so readily for a stupid grade.
He recalled kneeling on the floor between Tyler's spread legs and engulfing that meat greedily, causing his teacher to writhe and moan in ecstasy. He slid his hands up and down the college boy's soft thighs covered in fine gold hairs in rhythm to his sucking.
Alex adjusted himself suddenly and looked around to make sure no one had noticed him, realizing that he was still in the dining hall. He tried again to reprimand himself for what he had done, but the scene kept playing in front of his eyes.
He saw himself climbing onto Tyler's desk on all fours, begging him to fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, arching his back with anticipation as Tyler slowly ran the length of his cock over and over through Alex's crack. Alex was impatient to feel his teacher inside of him, and when Tyler had finally lined up his throbbing head with Alex's hole, Alex have a hard thrust backward, taking all Tyler had to offer to the hilt.
Alex's asshole quivered as he remembered the fucking that ensued. Tyler rode him hard and fast doggie-style on top of his desk, then flipped Alex on his back and fucked him nice and slow, pulling almost all the way out before plunging deeply back in, making Alex gasp with delight.
Then they moved to a chair, with Tyler sitting and Alex riding him hard in his lap, moving his hips forward and back to allow Tyler to penetrate deeper and deeper with each thrust upward. Their lips met and Tyler began to play with Alex's nipples, squeezing them gently as their tongues entered each other's mouths feverishly. Suddenly Tyler stood and bent Alex over the desk and began to fuck him harder than before. Alex was moaning loudly now but he couldn't help it, especially when his cock began to spray himself, the desk, and floor and Alex lost all sense of where he was. A second later he felt Tyler pull out and rip the condom off. Alex turned around to finish off his teacher, taking his load right down his throat.
Tyler looked down at him, grinning, and said, "Good Work. A plus!"
But then there was a noise outside of the door, and Tyler pulled on a shirt and pants and opened it to find no one there as Alex sat in the chair behind the desk, his good feelings fading with the afterglow of sex.
"You'd better go," said Tyler, suddenly cold, re-buttoning his shirt and looking the opposite direction. "I'll see what I can do about your grade."
And then, as quickly as it had begun, Alex found himself dressed and walking away from Mr. Tyler Matthews' door, feeling lower and more depressed and lonely than ever before. Not too far down the hallway someone abruptly crashed into him from behind. Turning sharply, Alex recognized two things: one, that the person was Ian Decker, and two, that he had just exited a girls' bathroom...
Sorry it took so long for me to update this! I'll try to be a bit quicker with the following chapters. Tt's just that college apps are kind of dominating my life right now and I don't have a lot of free time...
This is my first story so if you want to send me an email to tell me how I'm doing, I'd be delighted to respond.
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