Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2006 13:10:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: 3Q
Subject: After School Special-1

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	I'd been teaching for several years before I started
at Littlefield High School.  I'd been in different
schools for delinquents mostly. Now, there were plenty
of instances when mischievous boys had tried to
manipulate me with their charms, and there had been
times when boys who I'm sure were gay tried to use
that on me too. But when they have histories of
violence and evil deeds, it's not hard to resist. In
fact, when you are nervous that one will knock you
over the head in the dark, it's easy.
	I started teaching at Littlefield because I was tired
of the twisted little fuckers in the juvenile system.
I wanted something easy. I wanted to just have fun and
not worry about whose medication was wearing off.
	Allen was a bright, brilliant, slim stoner boy who
had a few decent friends, the ones he hung out with
and smoked with, and he was not afraid to state his
opinion. He was, like so many smart boys, more of an
adult than his peers. He was a sophomore the first
year I had him, my third year at Littlefield, and he
had just turned sixteen. He was all of sixteen, and
perhapse the most perceptive, aware, alive young man I
had ever met.
	The year went by pretty smoothly. I was, without
trying, decidedly the coolest teacher in school. I
didn't try to be, but I was. I even knew that being a
"cool" teacher was very dangerous. Being cool meant
that students wanted to be in your room. Being cool
meant that students mentioned you in a good way, even
in front of other teachers. Many teachers are a
product of their environment. They have worked an
adversarial position so long, they can never be
anything but adversaries with their students. I knew
also that teachers can be a jealous lot. They wanted
to be the most inspiring teacher, if they cared at
all, and if you took that from them, they got bitter
about it.
	I liked the age group because I felt you could reason
with them, and treat them like young adults. I did.
And to the surprise of many, when treated like adults,
they acted like young adults. They got a little silly,
they got a little out of hand, but they took
responsibility for it, and they paid you back in
respect. They got to be themselves, and so they showed
you the good side that many adults in their life
rarely get to see. They got comfortable, and they had
fun.
	I couldn't count the number of times that a growing,
sleepy high school boy stretch his muscles in front of
me. Sometimes it was completely unaware of my gaze,
other times despite it. And once in a while, it was
because they knew I was watching.
	Allen did that from time to time. Actually, with his
changing moods and sometimes influenced mind he did it
a good bit. He wore some low riding jeans, like I wish
I had seen on every guy during the seventies. These
days, it was just the few most stylish, like Allen.
Allen knew style, and didn't have to try to dress like
he owned the look. He wore his low riding jeans and
ridiculously short t-shirts that rode up on his tum as
he stretched. Holy fuck, it was all I could do to not
reach out and touch it when he exposed his flat
stomach with its hint of treasure trail. He'd sit on
his chair backwards sometimes, and his jeans would
expose his lower back until I could just about see his
cheeks, but not quite.
	Among the many virile, hormonal, young guys that
paraded through my room in my three years at
Littlefield, Allen was my favorite. And Allen, and a
couple of others were the reason I had to leave. I
knew that they had their spell spun on me. It was
downright dangerous. Before I left, there was another
young man, David, who could lead me around by my nose.
As hard as I tried not to let him see me look at him
lovingly, as hard as I tried to joke and be silly,
rather than serious and ga-ga with the boy, I just
couldn't. I found myself seeking him out. Carefully,
subtlety, surreptitiously, seeking him out. I knew I
had to leave. I knew it was only a matter of time
before I professed my love to some boy, and got
summarily booted out of the profession and into
prison.
	Luckily, seventeen is a magic number. The year when a
young person can decide to have sex with just about
anyone who agrees. I had high hopes when I had packed
my grade book in my boxes, with the contact info for
all of my students. And about half way through the
summer, I finally had the gumption to take out that
book and take a look at it.
	I flipped through the book, and just looking at the
names brought back flashes of the good times I had had
with my students. It brought a smile to my face
several times. I was not looking aimlessly though, I
was looking for a few good men. Seventeen year old
ones, even if just. The ones who had hung out in my
classroom and chatted with me until the next bell
rang. The ones who sought me out when they didn't have
my class. The ones who stashed their gym bags in my
room when their locker was too full. Then I found the
one I would call. The one of just a few with whom I
had some pretty frank discussions about all things
adolescent. The one about whom I had had fantasies
several times when jerking off before my morning
shower. Allen.
	I called him up during the day, when I expected he'd
be hanging out at home by himself. And he was. I kept
it brief on the phone and asked Allen if he'd like to
stop over some time. He did. And two days later. I was
on pins and needles waiting for him to arrive, and
when he did, it was all I could do not to run out the
front door and greet him.
	I let him inside, and offered him something to drink.
I opened the fridge and let him choose his own. He
chose, of course, a beer. I opened mine and his and we
went out to the screen porch. Summers in the south
could be hot, but with the right breeze off of a
nearby lake, it was bearable on the screen porch. We
sat down, and I pulled out the pipe and lighter, and
we casually, slowly smoked a bowl of weed together.
Allen had a few questions, but was used to his teacher
being a bit reserved at school, so he was politely
uninquisitive. It took the first twenty minutes to get
him to stop calling me Mr. Davis, and call me Hank.
>From there it was a natural progression to talking
about life and the complexities of it as conversations
tend to go with a little help from a magic herb.
	Finally, there was a big pause, and Allen spit it
out. "Hank," he giggled when he used that name, "did
you ever think anyone would notice that you always
gave me A's and I didn't do shit in your class?"
	"What?"
	"Did you think no one would notice that I got all A's
in your class, and I didn't have to do most of the
work?"
	"Well, Allen, there were several students who worked
at the level you did, and didn't need to do all of the
bullshit to get it. I never gave you a grade you
didn't deserve."
	"So, were any of those students girls?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"Were any of the student who worked at a higher level
and didn't need to do all of the bullshit, were any of
them girls?"
	"Well," I thought for a minute, then two. Then it hit
me. Without intending to, without even being aware of
it, I had picked favorites in all of my classes. He
was right. The list was all boys. "I guess you're
right, but I never noticed."
	"I did."
	"You did?"
	"Like the end of the first semester," he said with a
wry grin. "And that's how I knew."
	"Knew what?"
	"That you liked boys."
	"You knew?"
	"I knew, and I actually thought you knew I did."
	"Whoa."
	"Didn't you think that I had a problem when I would
always stretch my arms and then sit on your desk?"
	I'd been played. Just a bit, and not too far, but I'd
been played by this boy. And now we were several steps
down a path that had only two possible destinations. I
was hoping I knew which one.
	"So?"
	"So," Allen got up from his chair, stood up, and
stretched. His summer shorts rode down low, and his
summer shirt, a tank top, rode up high, revealing his
flat, smooth tum, and just the top of his hips. "So,
Hank, maybe now I can ask you something I've been
dreaming about asking you since the first day I had
your class.
	"And that is?"
	Allen walked over to my chair, and stood between my
legs. He said, "do with me whatever you want," and
with that he lifted his arms out to the sides, and
looked down at me with a grin.
	I sat up, and looked at him. I looked for about half
of a minute while my pot steeped mind realized what
was happening. Then I reached up with both hands, and
slid them up his stomach. I slid them up, under his
tank, and stood up at the same time. I ran my hands
around to the back of his body and pulled him towards
me. His arms dropped and wrapped around me, and my own
hands slid up to his shoulders as I placed my lips on
his. Our lips met, and I felt the tender, smooth,
mushy warmth of his lips sliding on mine, and then our
mouths became one. One writhing mass of flesh and
teeth and saliva that swam together for a time that
seemed endless.
	I kissed him, and kissed him. Then I kissed him some
more as I held his body tight to mine. It was only
when he ground his crotch into mine that I realized
that his hard cock was rubbing my own, and I felt the
wet spot that my own copious precum had made on the
front of my shorts. He ground his hardon into mine,
and I slid my hands down his back, down his smooth
skin, and down into the loose waist band of his
shorts, down onto the smooth, muscular, perfect
handfuls of ass that the boy had hidden. He slid his
own hands down my back, still on the outside of my
clothes and grabbed my ass too.
	I guided him over, to the large outdoor couch that
was off to the side of the porch, and turned to sit
with him in front of me. "Let's do this slowly," I
suggested.
	"Let's take forever," he replied.
	I slipped my hands under the sides of his shirt, and
slid them up. He raised his arms and I lifted the
little shirt over his head. Then I bent down to kiss
his torso, and lick at his nipples. I knelt down, and
took a hold of the button on his shorts, and he
suddenly sucked in his stomach. The shorts dropped
from my hands, and to the ground. He stood before me
naked. Just perfection, and complete perfection. His
muscles filling in the impossibly smooth, sun freckled
skin at all of the right places. And as his shorts
dropped, up popped a nice, hard, long, uncut,
drizzling boner that pointed straight at my face. And
then, without warning, it shot. His cock shot, and
fired its first volley boy boycum up onto my head and
forehead, drawing a line down the middle of my face.
The second shot hit my cheek, and then I swiftly moved
in. I took that shooting cock into my mouth and
captured the last of that second volley in my mouth.
As it continued to shoot, another four or five times,
I slid my mouth onto that penis, down, and down until
it was buried in my throat. When it struck the back of
my throat, Allen let out a yell, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
He was so loud, it actually echoed for a moment, in
the porch and the trees. I held his cock in my throat
for a few more seconds, as Allen grabbed a hold of my
head, and then he started to melt. I could tell he was
relaxing his legs, and I caught him, and stood up to
take a hold of his body.
	"Mr. Davis," he hissed. "Er, Hank."
	"Allen."
	"I've dreamed about that so many times."
	"So have I."
	I held him, and we started to kiss again, when I
noticed that his dick was rock hard again. He started
to hump it against mine, and I started to hump him
back. He reached up and took a hold of my shirt and
pulled it up over my head so fast that he nearly took
my ears off. He buried his face in my chest as he
reached down for the fastener of my shorts and hummed,
"mmmmmmmmmmmm," into my chest. He dropped my shorts
and let my cock swing free. It swung up into his and
banged it pretty hard. He opened his eyes and noticed
my pierced nipple, and just said, "wow," as he
extended his tongue and licked at it.
	When he humped me again with his dripping cock, he
got mine pushed up against that magnificent stomach of
his, and then opened his eyes and looked up into my
eyes. Then he pulled back and looked down. "Oh my
god," he exclaimed as he looked down at my dick. "It's
huge! How big is it?"
	"About eleven inches," I said.
	"Oh my god," he exclaimed again as he dropped to his
knees.
	As his hands slid down to my hips, I looked down and
could see my cock actually pulsing with the beat of my
heart, and like a mini orgasm, it was literally
pumping out precum in drizzling gobs, down onto what
was now much lower, Allen's own hard cock. He stuck
out his tongue, and caught some of the precum. He let
it gather on his tongue, and took it in. When he
closed his lips to swallow, it just dribbled onto his
lips, and down his chin. He opened those luscious
lips, and took the head in. Just about filling his
mouth, the head slid in, and his lips closed past the
corona. He moved his lips just a half an inch or so up
and down, and then it was my turn to be quick on the
trigger. I fired hard into his mouth as I took his
head in my hands.
	"Oh, Allen, mmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm," I intoned as I came
in his mouth. I looked down and just a bit of cum
dribbled out of each of the corners of his mouth. He
let the head slip out, and swallowed hard. Taking a
big mouthful of cum into his belly.
	Allen stood back up and we took each other in our
arms, and he hugged me tight. He held me for a minute,
then he leaned back. He looked up at me and asked,
"Can I please keep calling you Mr. Davis?"
	"But you don't have to Allen, there's no need."
	"I know, I know, but I think of you as Mr. Davis, my
teacher, and that has made me hot for so long. I want
to keep thinking of you as Mr. Davis."
	"Well," I paused, "if you want to, I guess it's OK."
	"Good," Allen smiled. "Because I've practiced this
for a long time," he said.
	"What?"
	He looked up at me, and his eyes closed just a bit as
he did. "Mr. Davis, will you fuck me?"
	The realization swept over me again, that this young
Adonis was giving himself to me, and I looked back
into his eyes.
	I reached behind me on the couch and picked up a
blanket. I threw it over my shoulder, then I pulled
Allen to me, with my hands on his beautiful buns, and
picked him up, his legs wrapping naturally around my
hips. I carried him out the porch door into the back
yard.
	My house was on the top of a rise, just a small one.
Just enough that the neighborsâ^À^Ù top floors looked
straight into the hill. They couldn't see over my
privacy fence if they were on top of their roof. And
between the privacy fence and their yard was another
hundred yards of fenced field that I had never seen
anyone cross. Alone in the great outdoors, I loved to
stand in my yard at night, naked and feel the breeze
on my skin. But now, it was even better.
	I carried Allen over to a section of the grass that
is just in the shade, and I lowered him just a bit. He
stood on the grass, and I flipped the blanket out onto
the grass. I took him in my arms again and picked him
up, to lay him on top of that blanket.
	"Have you ever done this before, Allen?"
	"Not with anyone else," Allen replied, "just my
fingers trying to get ready for this day."
	I laid him on his back, and lowered myself to kiss
him. After a little kiss, I moved down, kissing his
skin, his nipples, his stomach and his hard cock. Then
I reached for his ankles and pushed them towards his
buttocks. What greeted me what his full nut sack with
a few hairs on it, then his crack and then, as I
pushed his ankles up and his knees touched his chest,
his beautiful, hairless pucker. I looked at it for a
few seconds, and just took it in. This was the object
of many of my dreams, attached to this beautiful boy.
I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked that
gathering of skin. I licked and tickled it lightly,
and Allen moaned. I licked it gently, and ran my
tongue from the bottom of his sack, across his hole,
and down the crack beyond. I licked back and forth. I
licked and licked and let the saliva gather and run. I
started licking more firmly at the hole and playing my
tongue across its folds. I licked and licked. I
started to push my tongue against the hole, and
alternated big swipes across it with stabs of my
tongue. I licked and pushed. I pushed at that hole and
worked it to get it wet. I slathered it with tongue
and saliva, and gradually it opened up to my tongue
and I could stab further and further inside. His sweet
ass tasted of warmth, and soap and sweat. His hole
tasted like boy. The taste that I imagined when I had
dreamed of tonguing this crack so many mornings and
nights. I worked at his ass for a long, long time. His
moans and gasps alternated.
	Then when I thought that he was as relaxed as my
tongue could make him, I slobbered on my finger and
slid it in as I moved up and started kissing him on
the lips. I slid my finger in slowly, and kissed him.
I worked his mouth as I slid gently back and forth,
and ever further into his ass. I leaned on him and his
leg just a bit so I could use my other hand. I reached
up and took a hold of his hard dick. I rubbed the
precum around on it and slowly, firmly jacked his
dick. He moaned some more, and I worked my finger
around and in, and pushed it in as far as it would go.
I worked it in and out. Then without letting go of his
dick, I moved down and replaced my tongue with my
finger.  I slobbered some more on his hole, then
slobbered on my middle finger as I moved up again to
kiss him.
	I slid both fingers in as I started mashing my mouth
against his. Kissing him with my lips and my tongue
and opening my mouth to take all of him in. When my
fingers pushed in as far as they would go, I pushed
hard against his ass, and he grunted, then moaned
again, into my open mouth.
	As I jacked his dick, and kissed him like I was
drinking him in, I slid those two fingers in and out.
Slowly at first, then faster and harder. Forcing my
fingers all of the way in each time, I pressed on and
in, and felt for his prostate. I felt it and took my
other hand off of his dick and lifted my face off of
his. I wanted to see his expression, and I took those
fingers and pressed gently against his prostate, and
watched as a river of precum just flowed out of his
cock. He nearly screamed as I pushed, and gently
rubbed, and his eyes closed in ecstasy.
	I pulled those fingers out, and he immediately opened
his eyes. I moved my face down quickly, and dove into
that ass again. I slobbered and licked, I probed and
pushed. I worked my tongue all of the way into his ass
and moved it around in that muscle. I fucked him with
my tongue and slathered the whole area in my spit. And
then after a few more minutes, I slobbered on the
third finger that was to enter dear Allen's bottom. I
slicked it up and then moved up again, but this time
to take his drooling cock in my mouth as the three
fingers entered him slowly, and together.
	I slowly mouthed his cock, and gradually worked it
down my throat. A good seven inches, I'd say from the
distance it traveled down. I slowly and gently sucked
on his cock, just slow enough that he wouldn't shoot
yet. I could feel him try to thrust into my throat,
and would lift with him to prevent it. I didn't want
him to lose his load quite yet.
	I worked those three digits into his ass for another
few minutes as I alternated my mouth between his cock
and his own lips. I pushed them all of the way in, and
tried to just brush against his prostate every other
stroke or so. I moved them around, and stretched at
that muscle to open it as much as I could. Then after
it felt good and loose, I moved back down with my
mouth. I licked around and around that hole. And then
across it with several swipes. Then I started to trace
around its outside before I pushed my tongue in. I
worked it in, and around the relaxed muscle. I
slathered and slobbered to get it good and wet. Then I
rose up and knelt above him as I drooled saliva down
onto my own dick. I took the rear of each thigh in
hand and pushed Allen's legs to his chest as I guided
my cock towards his hole. I used my hand to guide it
in, and just touched the head to his hole. I poked and
touched it ever so slightly, before I started to
enter. I started to push, as slowly as I could and
worked it back and forth on its way. I gently
stretched his ring with my head, and moved forward and
back just a bit more with each stroke. Then with a
gentle slow push, I popped in, my head clearing the
muscle. I drooled some spit down onto Allen's already
shiny and dripping cock, and I took it in my right
hand. I jacked it slowly and worked my cock into him
at the same time. I moved my hand up and down his
cock, and leaned forward to kiss him, trapping his
cock and my hand in between us. As I drove my tongue
into his mouth especially deeply, I moved some more
inches of my cock into his ass. A few more strokes,
and a few more kisses, and it was in. I felt the base
of my cock, my groin, push up against his smooth ass,
and I held it there. I lifted my mouth from his and
looked down into his eyes. His whole face lit up with
a smile, and his eyes looked directly into mine.
	"Oh, Mr. Davis, fuck me. Oh, my god, Mr. Davis, fuck
me hard. I've wanted you inside me for so long, please
fuck me hard and forever."
	Oh, the seal of youth! I took one of his hands that
were up above his head, and brought it down to his
dick. He started jacking too quickly and I slowed him
with my hand. Then I raised up, and put a hand on each
ankle, and I pulled slowly half way out, and then
drove my cock firmly in. I started with gentle half
strokes of my cock and worked his ass good. I worked
it in and out, and gradually pulled out further and
thrust in harder. I worked it slowly and gradually
more until his cheeks were meeting my thighs with a
small slap.
	The whole time, Allen mumbled, with his eyes tightly
closed, "Fuck me, Mr. Davis, fuck me. Oh, Mr. Davis,
yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
	I fucked him until my orgasm started to build and
then took over. I fucked him hard and our bodies
slapped together loudly.
	"Oh, Allen, oh, Allen, oh, Allen."
	"Yes, yes, yes, yes," he answered.
	Then I almost went black when I fired into him, and a
loud "ahhhhhh," left my lips. And I came.
	I came and came, and with slow strokes, and waves of
orgasm, I came into Allen until I almost stopped
moving in and out. It was then that his hand, which
had stopped jacking his cock minutes ago, grabbed for
it again, and furiously whipped up and down for five
or six strokes before Allen himself screamed,
"ohhhhhhhh!" so loudly I heard a couple of dogs start
to bark down the hill.
	His hand moved up and down as his cum shot out of
him, and it splattered onto the grass above his head
for the first three shots. After four or five more, he
came to a stop and breathed fast while his hand
dropped back beside his head. I let his legs down, but
didn't pull out as I lowered my weight on top of him.
	We kissed and moaned, and I slowly moved in and out
of him, as we came down from an incredible high.
	I rolled off of him, and he snuggled up to me. We
both closed our eyes, and dozed off.

Disclaimer:
None of this happened, though it would be legal if it
had. Nifty can do as they wish with this story, others
may do nothing with it as it's mine. I'll give you an
email next chapter so you can suggest or praise.

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