Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 16:37:35 +0000 From: Chris Jonesyinc <jonesybare@gmail.com> Subject: Grade A Student Grade A Student All the usual disclaimers apply: This fictional story depicts sexual behavior involving consenting minors and adults; if you find this offensive or your local authorities deem it illegal, please leave now. No artists, teachers or boys were harmed in the making of this story. Please read responsibly, etc. By reading this story, you agree that you are of legal age and are not breaking the laws of your locality. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2014. Check out my ebooks on Amazon worldwide, author name jonesybare and jonesy bare Please show your appreciation by supporting Nifty with a contribution. You can find out how here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you! Grade A Student One of the perks of being a school prefect was wandering around school without being questioned......but occasionally, I'd get pulled over by one of the teachers with a note to be delivered to someone. This day, I had a note to deliver to the car mechanics teacher. Not someone I'd had much to do with, being a geek, but I had taken some classes with him, and loved the engineering drawing he'd taught us, and the sight of this slim, handsome man leaning over me to correct or give comment. But, as always, years flew by, and here I was on my way to his workroom. I knocked and got no reply. On opening the door, the room seemed empty. That smell of oil and sweat hit me, causing a stirring in my tight school pants.......it reeked of men. I went in and couldn't find him anywhere, until I rounded a corner into the part of the workroom that usually housed the cars for the kids to work on. There he was, stripped to the waist, and bent over some engine, the muscles on his back rippling as he worked. I coughed to get his attention, though he'd already gotten mine! He lifted up from his work, turned round and it hit me.......this man, this handsome man, I wanted him so badly. My cock was so hard right now as I took in the sight of this man in his prime, sweaty and a tad dirty, not overly hairy, but pert tan nipples standing proud, and a snail trail of dark hair running into the overalls he had half-on, wrapping the arms of the full overall around his waist to keep them secure. "I've been given a note for you" I said, voice trembling slightly "No worries, come through" he replied and promptly walked off to a side office. "Close the door behind you" he called as he pulled out his chair and sat down, legs wide apart, showing the un-zipped fly, and loosening the wrapped sleeves. I followed in, rather sheepishly. I could remember being in the other part of this workroom but never in this secluded office. I didn't know this existed, and my eyes wondered around the small room. Apart from the overcrowded desk, the swivel chair and a few books on a bookcase, there was the usual girlie calendar, months out of date........my heart fell, seemed he was the usual mechanic stereotype. He opened the note, and surprised me by asking if I wanted a brew. This threw me, a teacher treating me like an equal? He read the note as he flicked the switch on the kettle, and a grin slowly appeared on his face and I caught a brief glimpse as his eyes caught mine and then back to the note. "Who gave you this?" he asked "Mr Hardwicke" I replied "Have you read this?" "No, I wouldn't read someone else's mail" I replied "Shame" he said "You might have enjoyed it" His eyes scanned my crotch as he said this. Then his tongue darted across his lips, and my cock leaked even more.......I daren't look, but was worried I now had a dark pre-cum stain across my grey school pants. His fingers idly played with his nipples, playing with the few hairs and then started down his chest. "Be a good boy and make us a brew" he said. "Are you new?" "No" I replied, "I was in your class a few years back, and loved the drawing you had us do" "Hah, the arty type are you? That explains Roger Hardwicke sending you over" I didn't know how to take this. Another example of him treating me as an equal, telling me other teachers first names, but was confused by his meaning? Why would my art teacher send me over if it wasn't urgent? What was on the note? I made the tea and placed his on the desk next to him. I wasn't expecting his hand to touch mine, or move to my waist, across and down to cup my ass cheek. I didn't now what to do. This was what I wanted more than anything else, a man, an actual man was touching me. His hand moved between my ass cheeks and pushed between my legs. I gasped, and he laughed. "You like that?" he asked and I looked down, into his dark brown eyes and that hint of a grin. "Want me to stop?" I shook my head and opened my legs slightly to allow him to reach round and from behind, stroke my cock. "My, you are a big boy aren't you? Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?" he asked "But what happens if someone......" He laughed "Don't worry, I'll lock the door and pull the blinds down - you aren't needed in class just yet are you?" He stood before I could reply and pushed passed me, his crotch starting to bulge, his hand brushing my crotch as he passed........ I didn't move, I couldn't move. I heard the click of the lock and the noise the blinds made as they came down. "There, now we have some peace and quiet" he said in a sexy low voice "We wont be disturbed for a while now" And then his overalls fell to the floor and I got my first eyeful of a real man, a magnificent specimen. Wonderful torso, slightly going to seed, hint of a six pack, hairy but not too much, thighs like a rugby player, hairy legs and and obscene bulge in his little black briefs......with their little patch of pre-cum dripping through and calling to me...... He stepped out of the overalls and squeezed passed me to sit again, legs wider than ever....... "Thirsty?" he asked? I nodded in answer "So come here and drink up" I moved over to him and didn't know how to tell him I wasn't sure what to do, he was my first. What if he laughed? He surprised me totally by grabbing my belt and pulling me to him, his rough hands opening my pants, and then one hand reaching to my neck and pulling me down to him. "Am I the first?" he asked "Is it that obvious?" I replied He nodded, and then said "Don't worry, I'll be gentle" He then kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and squeezing my cock through my undies. I put my hands on his thighs to steady myself - so much to compute at once and then my hands moved up his thighs to his pants. I knelt down and then nature took over. He relaxed and shifted in the chair as I knelt down, my face inches away from his crotch, the smell, the sweaty smell, that hint of cum........ I didn't wait for an invite, I dove straight in and covered his cock with my mouth. My mouth was watering so his pants were wet through in seconds as I massaged his cock and balls with my mouth, swirling round this tasty morsel on offer. I grabbed the band of his pants and he lifted up so I could take down these sexy little undies, and see my first adult cock, taste my first adult cock. His cock was so hard, it popped out and and hit his belly with a slap. The smell from him was driving me insane, I needed to devour that cock, lick those balls clean, nuzzle between his legs and rim that fucker. I took each ball in my mouth as he used his hand to keep that cock hard and moved that pre cum around his head. I licked up that shaft and looked into his lusty eyes........he had that "my shit don't stink" grin on his face, which turned me on even more. I took the head in my mouth, and gagged. This thing was fucking huge........but I wanted it so much, I was wiling to try, try, try again.......and then it worked, it went into my throat, and he gasped. I used one hand to play with his balls, and mopped up some spit that dribbled down his cock. My hand shifted to between his legs and used the spit to wet his hole. His legs shifted further apart, and he hooked one over the arm of the chair. His breath was coming in short bursts as I bobbed on his cock, and then my finger found its goal and popped inside his ass. He gasped, and grabbed my hair with his hand, forcing me down further on his cock, my tongue bathing this hard monster in spit and licking the head clean. I worked his hole and he writhed on the chair, and could fell him tense up as I felt his balls tighten and the first drops hit me. He tasted special, something familiar from my own wanking sessions, but I couldn't believe how much he produced, or that his ass was so tight on my finger, it felt as if it was biting it off. He sighed finally, and I couldn't taste any more cum. I let go as he softened and he smiled down at me kneeling between his sweat soaked crotch. I wiped my mouth with my hand, and he leaned in and kissed me, full and long....... "And now for you" he said...... If you liked this, please check out my stories available on Amazon: Life before D: Part 1 140 or less