Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 23:33:51 -0600
From: L Foster <lfsex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taylor's Moment  / Adult-youth / First installment

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young male
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you, you should not
read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most
states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  The actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.


"TAYLOR'S MOMENT"; Chapter 1

By: Foster

					*Taylor*


	I was fortunate to develop into a nice looking guy early on.  Early on, I
also realized that I felt more attracted to guys, but, I kept this to myself
as I wanted to continue to play on the sports teams.  While shy, I still
knew that I compared well to my friends.  I played sports, so, from the time
I was 14, I developed my body to the best of my ability.  Being in the
locker room allowed me to secretly compare my body with those of my friends.
  My skin taut and tan, my muscles feel all ripples just below my smooth
skin; I have always loved to feel them when I rub my abs.  With dark curly
hair and blue eyes {a gift from my mother}, I also had dark hair on my legs,
and a very light dusting of hair marking the "goodie trail" down my abs into
my pants.  After working out for several years and having just turned 18, my
body was filling out even more.  I noticed my pecs were now jutting out
firmly and I enjoyed the looks I got in the hallway, now that I was getting
well past the awkward stage.

	My story begins in my senior year of high school.  School was about to be
out in a couple of months and I was actually feeling a bit down.  Why?
Since I had good grades, I would pass senior level Biology II, graduate, and
would not have Mr. Denton as a teacher next year.  Normally, I guess that
this would not be a problem, except for the fact that I was gay and I really
had the hots for Mr. Denton.

	When I first met Mr. Denton in the hallway my freshman year, I really did
not think of him in a sexual way.  He was a little overweight, but, in the
course of the ensuing one to two years, he began to drastically improve his
body, joining a gym, lifting weights and sculpting himself into the stud of
my desires.  Then, this year, I just about jumped for joy when I read my
schedule and realized I would have him that year for science.  I studied him
so closely in class that I had memorized his body... at least what I could
discern of it.  Mr. Denton was about 6' tall, 200lbs of firm muscle.  He
appeared to be smooth chested and occasionally, his hard, erect nipples
would press firmly against the tight material of his shirts.  That combined
with the occasional hint of a bulge in his pants always got my imagination
going, causing me to have to shift in my desk to get comfortable.  Several
times, I found myself having to ask Mr. Denton for the pass to the restroom
so that I could quickly beat off, relieve my aching cock, then return to
class.  It was on one of these occasions that everything began to change.

	It was the end of March that year and the sun was warming the daytime temps
into the low 70's for the first time in weeks.  That particular Friday, I
had an early errand to run, so I drove out early.  As I rounded the corner
two blocks from my house, I saw a sight which almost made me crash my car.
At first, I admired the man from the back. As he bent over the trunk of his
car, a tight firm ass filling out a worn pair of jeans made my mouth dry.
His shirtless taper making a graceful V-line into his pants, I was
fascinated with the movement of his back muscles.  I slowed a little to
enjoy the view when suddenly, the man with the briefcase turned facing the
street; it was Mr. Denton.  I felt my cock harden immediately.

	I quickly slipped my hand into my khakis, pulled my cock upward to my waist
and gave my stomach a quick caress.  Its spongy hardness felt hot in the
cool of my hand.  I grazed my thumb around the head of my cock as I watched
Mr. Denton.  The muscles in his arm flexed as he closed the lid of his
trunk.  A shiver went through me as I watched Mr. Denton reach up and rub a
pec, totally unaware that he was being watched.  His nipples were two firm
peaks which were about the size, I guessed of a nickel.  His chest, as it
turned out, was smooth and almost hairless with two slabs of hard pectoral
muscles which flared out broadly, making his chest look like something from
one of my hottest teen fantasies.  In that instant, I wanted to graze my
palm over his nipples as I reached beneath my shirt to rub my own.  I
pinched my right nipple with my left hand, feeling the light dusting of hair
on my abs graze the skin of my arm.  The pinch sent a shiver through to my
crotch.  Then, all too quickly, I passed by his yard just as he turned to
grab a maroon polo shirt he had apparently carried out with his stuff and
pulled it on over his head.  I watched this man in the mirror as long as I
could, wishing I was that shirt.  The last thing I saw was his smooth abs
disappear beneath the cloth of the shirt, which now draped snugly, but
beautifully from the front of his pecs, leaving a loose envelope rippling in
the morning breeze beneath the broad chest.

	Horny beyond belief, and frustrated that I did not see more, I pushed my
hard cock back down into my pants, finished the errand and then headed to
school.  I got there in time to make the first block class, but, had no
extra time to go jerk off in the bathroom first.  So, I intended to just
hold on and wait till later on in the period to go.

	 On Friday's, the teachers could wear jeans; Mr. Denton being no exception
wore his as well.  Now knowing what was beneath the tight material of his
knit shirt, I was about to burst a seam in my zipper.  Since class had just
started, I knew I could not ask to leave class to take care of my problem...
the hard-on that was obscenely tenting my tan khakis.  The loose worn
elastic of my boxer briefs was little restraint on the hard teen cock
pressing beneath.  I also felt flushed and hot, so I undid one of the top
buttons of my shirt and leaned back slightly in my desk.  Self-conciously, I
realized that my own nipples were hard and pressing against the cotton
fabric of my button-down shirt; they brushed defiantly against the inside of
my arm as I lowered my arm from loosening my shirt.  I deftly lowered my
hand to my crotch and tried to shift my now rock-hard cock in my pants.
Then, I pressed my legs out a bit straighter trying to make for room for my
hardening meat.

	After sending another little shiver through my body, it finally helped a
little.... that was until Mr. Denton came to the front of the class to give
the day's lecture.  I helplessly stared at his jeans.  There, in the front
of his jeans, was a faded section on the fly which nicely outlined Mr.
Denton's cock that was firmly imprinted in the soft material.  Sitting in
the second seat from the front, I realized that they smelled faintly of
original scent Downy and his masculine cologne, the combination of
fragrances gently sending my brain into overdrive.  I envisioned dropping to
my knees and pressing my mouth to the soft, worn material of his crotch.  I
could feel the blood pounding in my head and in the head of my cock, which
was now pushing so hard against my boxer briefs that my cock worked its way
through the fly of the briefs.  Then I imagined his hand on my cock through
the fabric.  I could feel the texture of my pants against the skin of my
cock.  The corona of my circumcised cock was clearly visible through the
fabric and when I reached down to try discreetly adjust myself again, I
realised that the fabric had a small, damp spot of pre-cum on the leg of my
pants.  Just as I made this horrifying discovery, I was shaken from my horny
reverie by the sound of my name being spoken by none other than Mr. Denton
requesting the answer to a question.  After a brief stumble, I quickly
answered his question as he serenely gazed down at my disheveled horniness.
Mr. Denton then passed out a quiz for the class to complete.

	While I was grateful that he did not deliberately embarrass me, I knew that
he could not have missed my current state.  The mild discomfort of discovery
did not do anything to soften my cock's firm resolve to get attention.  Then
it happened.... while the rest of the class was looking at there papers, out
of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Denton reach down and begin adjusting
what appeared to be a growing erection in his jeans.  I looked up just in
time to see him look up from staring at the front of my tented pants.  In
that moment our eyes met.  He flashed me a quick, yet friendly grin,
finished discreetly adjusting his now noticeable bulge, then walked to his
desk in the corner of the room.

	He was looking at me!  He had actually been eyeing my crotch... this man of
my fantasies.  I slowly reached down to adjust myself, feeling my now
throbbing cock pulse with each touch.  Finally, I decided on a plan of
action.  I would go to the restroom and beat off to settle down.  I got up
from my chair and walked back to Mr. Denton's desk.  The class was now quiet
with the exception of the scratch of pencils.  Slowly I stood up and made my
way to the back of the classroom where Mr. Denton's desk was situated.  As I
got to the side of his desk, Mr. Denton set a soft drink he was working on
on the corner of the desk and asked, "Yes Taylor, what do you need?"

Grinning a little I said, "A pass to the restroom..."

Mr. Denton grinned, arched his brow slightly and then, dropping his eyes
down my front as he turned to get the form, he said, "I see.... No problem."

	As Mr. Denton wrote out the pass, I watched the muscles in his forearms in
a sort of reverie.  Finishing the pass, he swiveled in his chair to hand me
the pass as I reached to get it from him.  In my haste, I accidentally
struck his drink causing him to reach for it.  In that moment, his elbow
accidentally grazed my tented crotch as I quickly leaned forward to grab the
drink.  In that instant, I thought I would die;it was like a lightning bolt.
  His touch, though unintentional sent a surge through my cock and I felt a
throb of precum added to the sticky patch now in my shorts.

Quickly, Mr. Denton said, "Oh...sorry 'bout that...." and smiled.

	Stumbling both in speech and gait, I responded, "No, I'm sorry.... I did
not mean to spill your drink.  As I looked down, I saw the spot on his
jeans, the cola now soaking in to the material of his polo shirt and the
crotch and leg of his jeans.  As I numbly stared at his crotch, he then
jolted me from my stare saying, "Well, I guess I'll have to go clean up
now..."  I headed out the door and to the bathroom as I heard Mr. Denton
pick up his intercom phone and call the office saying, "Mrs. Hall, could you
come watch my class for a moment?"

	I quickly reached the bathroom and stepped inside.  It was a rarity in a
school of this size; we were in a separate smaller building on the quad near
the gym.  The bathroom was small... two stalls and a sink which were in a
line along the same wall... and a locking door.  The room smelled strongly
of cum and sweat and I stepped into the stall at the far end next to the
wall.  I quickly scanned the familiar notes on the walls of the stall left
by guys looking for a "hot time" wishing I were brave enough to leave my
number.  Unfortunately, I was afraid of being outed, so I had never tried
anything with another person.  I pulled out my now rock-hard cock and
decided to get some relief.  I pushed my pants to the floor spread my legs
and began circling the head of my stiff cock with my thumb and forefinger.
Surges of pleasure coursed from my cock to my brain and I almost groaned
aloud with pleasure.  I soon realized that I wanted and needed a
full-fledged jerk session.  Mr. Denton's being out of the classroom would
allow me the extra time to enjoy myself more thoroughly.  Nimbly, I
unfastened the buttons of my shirt, feeling the edges of the sides of the
shirt as they grazed my nipples and abs as I pulled the buttons open and
aside.  Keeping one hand on my cock, I reached up and began to gently circle
my nipple with my finger.  It felt good.  Looking up, I saw the hook on the
back of the door, so, I stood, removed my shirt completely, and hung it on
the back of the door.  This also worked well in covering the crack in
between the door and the door frame so that I felt secure in that I would
have privacy if someone walked in.  Stretching upward, I glanced down at my
cock, now in it's fully engorged 6-1/2 inches.  Circumcised, the head flares
outward like a mushroom and with almost glowed a deep crimson as it throbbed
with each pulse of my heart.  Running my hands across my now bare chest and
down my abdomen I eased myself onto the commode seat and spread my knees
apart as I stretched my pants wider at my ankles.  Leaning back, I felt the
cool tile against my hot skin as I allowed my mind to wander to lusty
thoughts.

	Suddenly, the door popped open, closed, and then I heard the lock turn.  I
thought it odd, but I remained quiet.  I knew that no one could see my feet,
so I just continued to slowly and quietly stroke my meat, which had lost
none of its stiffness.  In a moment I heard the rustling of clothes as the
sink was turned on.  It was quiet as the water ran.  Then, the water shut
off and I heard the rustle of towels.  Footsteps came toward the stalls.
Instinctively, I stopped jacking and closed my knees; it was too late if
whoever this was found me shirtless.  My heart pounded in my ears as the
handle was pulled on my stall, but the latch held.  So, they went into the
stall next door.  The light directly overhead cast shadows, so I saw the
shadow of his arm reach across and hang something on the door after closing
and latching it. I relaxed a little and opened my knees up again so that I
could access my cock.  In the stall next door, I heard the belt buckle
unfasten and strike the floor as he pushed his pants down.  As I glanced at
the wall between us, I noticed a pinhole where a paper dispenser had been
removed and my curiosity got the better of me.  Slowly, I leaned over and
peeked through the hole.  I could not see much, but what I did see made me
almost shoot my load.  Two muscular thighs moved gently as an obviously hard
cock was standing up between them.  Almost the same size as mine, it was
cut; its plum-shaped head already had a sheen of precum glistening at the
tip.  cautiously, I opened my legs a bit farther and started jacking with
more force.  This other guy must have heard my cock slapping as he stopped
jacking and leaned over.  I was afraid he would see me, so, I quickly sat
up.  Then, my horniness began to get the better of me and I knew I had to
get relief soon.  Quietly, I pulled my left leg out of my pants.  It felt
good to spread my legs, and I moved my left leg closer to the partition.
Almost as if on cue, the other guy moved his leg toward the partition and
tapped his foot.  I had never seen this before, but I was a quick study and
tapped mine.  This happened a couple more times until our feet were only a
short distance apart.  To break the tension in my muscles, I stretched out
spread eagle and beat my meat some more.

	To my shock, the guy next door motioned with his hand beneath the
partition.  As I looked at the hand, I was stunned to see the hand disappear
as he knelt down on the floor.  His hard cock was beautiful with a nice pair
of shaved balls beneath.  This monument to manhood stood proudly between two
muscular thighs which beautifully flexed as he knelt down.  He reached out
with his hand and touched my leg, then gently tugged it... urging me to the
partition.  Almost as if drugged, I could no longer fight my fears of being
caught.  I did not want to resist this moment of opportunity.  I had wanted
and needed the touch of another person for so long.  I knelt on the floor
myself.  Our cocks appeared to be about the same size.  Instinctively, we
reached across and touched each other's cock.  Gently, he took my hand and
eased it the short distance up his abdomen that the partition would allow.
His goodie-trail felt warm and soft beneath my touch as his muscles
quivered.  It was in this moment that I realized that he, too, was either
shirtless, or had it pulled up.  As I rubbed him, a familiar fragrance I
could not place hit my nostrils.  This quick thought was wiped away by the
rivulet of mansweat which I felt roll down his body from his chest and
disperse in the hair on his torso.

	I then eased his hand across my rippled abs.  The head of my cock grazed
his forearm sending pleasurable feelings thoughout my cock.  I too was
sweating now from my efforts.  The heat of sex was almost unbearable and I
could feel that familiar heavy ache between my legs.  With graceful longing,
we moved our thighs into each other beneath the partition and moved our
hands to each other's cocks.

	Alternately, we jacked each other, then ourselves, then each other again.
Finally, I could not contain my cum any longer.  His hand wrapped around my
pole, I shot my load, watching it land on his cock and thighs.  Just as
suddenly, he started to shoot covering the hand I had wrapped around his
cock with ropes of thick cum.  There was a moment while we both collected
ourselves, then he stood and sat back on the commode.  I quickly stood,
wiped my cock and hands with toilet paper and started to get dressed. I knew
that I needed to get back to class soon before I got into trouble with Mr.
Denton.

	After I cleaned up and flushed, I left the stall.  As I got to the door, I
heard the paper unroll in the stall.  Without thinking, I turned, looking
toward the stall, when when what appeared to be a shirt hit the floor,
apparently from off the door of that stall.... a maroon polo shirt.

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Do you like the story?  Should I write some more installments? This is my
first effort at this so how 'bout some feedback.

Feel free to drop me a line at LFSEX@hotmail.com.