Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 13:23:51 +0100
From: Thane Erotas <thaneerotas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Perks of Teaching 3

Disclaimer

When browsing through stories I have more than once encountered one that
depicts activities or characters that I don't like.  If that happens to you
when reading this story, do as I do: stop reading and find a story better
suited to your taste.

As a form of courtesy to you, and to avoid frustration with reading a lot
only to discover that this story isn't actually what you're looking for, I
want to inform you that I consider myself to be bisexual.  Though I'm
mostly inclined towards straight sex, I do have an interest in the male
body.  Some parts of this story will depict straight events, while in
others I'll draw from gay fantasies.  Besides the orientation, I'm
convinced it's hard or even impossible to credibly and interestingly
portray sexual acts you don't have an interest in yourself.  As such I
won't go there.

I'm not a native English speaker, so I hope everyone will forgive me the
probably unavoidable language mistakes.  As a quick side note: yes, as
every writer I do welcome constructive criticism, both on language as on
the contents.

Writing this story I had people in mind I actually know in order to make it
easier for me to visualize the portrayed events.  Of course their names are
changed and it's even very doubtful the real persons behind the story would
ever act the way I have them do on paper.  That said, there shouldn't be
any doubt anymore about the reality of this story: there isn't any.
Everything you read, came to unfold in my mind only.  In our thoughts we
are all free, in our actions we are not.

Finally, I wanted to point out that I have published the first two
installments on another site before; starting from this chapter, it will be
brand new.  All this being said, I hope a lot of people will enjoy what's
to come.


The perks of teaching

III. Desert

A few days later we had left Florence for a day trip to Siena.  The night
with the boys had helped a lot in clearing the air by then.  It took Ryan
and Kyle some time, but by then they had stopped avoiding me just like Joey
and Vince had almost immediately.

After visiting the central piazza and city hall, the cathedral and some
minor other sites, we let our students explore the city for themselves
after setting a time that everyone had to be back at the bus parking.  When
all students knew the arrangements for the rest of the stay in Siena, we
left them and went looking for a small restaurant for lunch.

As the other teachers had visited Siena multiple times by then, they
preferred to chill out on the terrazza of the restaurant where we had
lunch.  As I wanted to go for a walk and find some books on the city in
order to better prepare myself next year, it was decided we'd split up and
just like our students we'd see each other again at the bus parking.

With that I left them and started wandering through the maze of streets
without any clear goal.  Just let the streets take me wherever.  After an
hour or so I figured I had seen enough.  By then I had also found two
decent books that weren't too boring to read, but at the same time
informative enough to be usefull.  So I decided to start finding my way
back to the rendez-vous point.  Apparently I was closer to the bus parking
than I thought, because it only took me about fifteen minutes to get there,
which left me with something of half an hour before everyone was supposed
to be back.

Half an hour was not enough to go back into the city, but it is a long time
if you have to wait.  I praised my fortune that I had just bought something
to read.  But first I needed a bathroom break.  Luckily there was a public
restroom at the parking, so I walked over there.  Inside I noticed there
was no one there, so I could take the urinal at the far end.  You know, if
at some point a whole bus load of tourists would be dropped off while I was
here, at the most you still get only one neighbour while you're peeing.
Not that the chances for that were very big – after all, how long does
it take to pee? – but it's a habit.

Nevertheless, I did hear someone entering behind me while I was there, and
walking to the urinals.  I glanced sideways and noticed that it was Joey.
He must have arrived at the bus parking shortly after me.  Strange enough,
he didn't choose a urinal at the other end of the row, as any guy would
have done.  He came up right next to me.

"Hi," was all he said, with a grin on his face.

"Hm, hi."

I was a bit uncomfortable talking while doing my business.  Even more so as
Joey continued to look at me, while I heard him unzip his fly.  Luckily I
was finished by then, so I could stuff my dick back in my pants and get
out.  At that point I noticed something in the corner of my eye, which
triggered me to actually look at him and down.

Joey clearly wasn't here to pee.  His 8 inch cock was fully engorged, and
he was slowly stroking it.  There was no doubt he was doing this for my
viewing pleasure.

"Like it?"

I could feel myself turn slightly red.  I still had my dick in my hand,
being stopped right before putting it away.  The response of my dick to the
sight of Joey jerking his cock was immediate.  Joey noticed right away.

"Seems like you do."

He didn't need an answer.  I couldn't stop myself from starting to stroke
my own cock, which didn't take long to be at its full length.  But I didn't
want to just jerk off.  Joey had made it absolutely clear by his actions
that there wasn't any danger in me trieing to get more out of this.  I
quickly looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone else in the
restrooms and nodded towards the cubicles.

"In there."

We didn't even bother to zip back up, and just dashed for the nearest
cubicle, dicks swaying in front of us.  I made sure to lock the door,
before turning towards Joey.  We looked at each other with hungry eyes.  I
took a small step closer, until our dicks touched each other, closely
followed by our lips.  It was a short kiss, that was more like a knock on
the door for the next one.  We both opened our mouths and let our tongues
come out to play together.  At the same time I grinded into him, our dicks
rubbing against each other.  I really like the feeling of a hardon against
my own, but I knew I couldn't savour this feeling for long.  Reluctantly I
broke our kiss.

"We don't have much time," I whispered, at the same time reaching out to
undo the button of his jeans and pulling them down.  Joey's full package
again revealed, it became clear how much his big dick was complemented even
more by his great looking set of balls.  While I left my left hand
caressing his side, my right hand travelled to the front, cupping his balls
and weighing them in my hand before it went up to the main event.  I let my
fingertips graze his pulsing shaft, before pulling down his foreskin.

Joey was looking at me intently when I moved closer and started to plant
small kisses all over his dick.  Joey's sighs made it clear he was enjoying
this, but I wanted to get a real taste, and I doubt he was going to object.
I stuck out my tongue and licked his dick from the base to its head.  I
continued licking his dick, while I played with his balls, every so often
changing and putting my mouth on his balls while holding his now wet dick
in my hand.  After a while I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed his dick.
Joey's instincts took over now.  He would have really started to fuck my
mouth if I didn't have my right hand still on him to slow him down.  I
managed to get his humping under control and really started to suck on his
dick, alternating with some tongue play.  To intensify his stimulation I
cupped his balls.  Shortly after I started gently kneading them, I felt
Joey tense up and I knew he was close.  Very soon afterwards I felt the
surge from his balls to his dick before he exploded in my mouth.

When his orgasm had subsided, I made sure to clean his softening dick,
before I let go of it.  While his breathing was returning to normal, I
stood up, smiling.  Joey looked me in the eyes before his gaze travelled
downwards to my now almost painfully hard dick.  He reached for my cock and
started to slowly jerk me of.

"Looks like you could use the same treatment," he said smirking.

"I'm not objecting."

He went down on his knees, never letting go of my dick.  Almost mimicking
my course of action, he started by kissing and licking every spot of my
thobbing dick.  Youthfull impatience soon took over as he let my hard cock
disappear in his mouth.  When my dick was as far in his mouth as he could
take it, Joey let it rest there for a short moment, as if he wanted to get
used to the feeling.  It didn't take long before he first started to swirl
his tongue around my dick, still keeping it deep in his mouth, and then
switched to a slow sucking motion.  As he increased the speed, I could feel
my climax starting to build after a very few minutes, already stimulated by
sucking off Joey just moments before.  Even though I knew it would be
better to finish our encounter quickly to make sure no one would notice we
had spent a lot of time in the restrooms, I automatically tried to prolong
the feeling as long as I could, closing my eyes to concentrate on fighting
back my orgasm.  However, as soon as I looked back at the handsome boy with
his lips round my cock, all efforts were doomed to fail.  I quickly felt
the passing of the point of no return, and as my jizz started its journey
from my balls to his mouth, I completely gave in to the pleasure.  It
clearly wasn't the first time for Joey, but some youthfull inexperience
showed in his surprise when the first volley hit his throat.  He quickly
recovered and was mostly able to take the rest of the seed I was donating.
Just a little bit was seeping out of his mouth.

When the tidal wave was over, I pulled my dick from his mouth and helped
Joey to his feet.  Lovingly I used my thumb to remove the small string of
cum that had escaped his lips.  Neither of us knew what to say at this
point.  We just smiled at each other.  After just a few seconds, I kissed
Joey on his lips.

"We should get back, before someone notices we've been in here for a long
time," I whispered.

After making sure there was no one else in the restrooms, we left the
stall, and joined the rest of the group, which by then was almost complete.
We left Italy a few days later, without any other private meetings.  At the
time I thought my activities with the boys were a once in a lifetime stroke
of luck.  In reality it turned out I had only just started on an active
pursuit of sexual encounters with hot teens.