Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2015 06:06:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: jS jS <jbs38@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submission: Lucky Bastard Ch 1

The following story is purely fantasy, albeit the beginning of my favorite
one. Read and stroke-don't try to recreate. Feel free to email, especially
if this is your daily fantasy too.

Lucky Bastard Chapter 1

I sat with my legs spread, feet up on my desk, and slacks around my
ankles. I leaned back enjoying the work the young boy was doing on my
teacher cock. It was the last period of the day, and this was my favorite
way to end my day. Sam is 15, dirty blonde, slender, and one of the biggest
fags at school. He was so beautiful and effeminate, perfect lips, gorgeous
eyes, and perky little butt. He loved sucking my cock and could always
bring me off before that last bell of the day and the halls filled with
sweaty hyper young men.

I didn't start off as a teacher who was out to fuck around with his
students. Oh I'm a total boy lover, but I tried to keep my hands off the
merchandise walking around school, no matter how much they dripped
sexuality. I moved to a wealthy suburb about a year ago. The student
parking lot was full of BMWs and Audis, and the only way I was able to
afford to live here were the rental houses that certain school supporters
made sure were available to teachers for affordable rates. It's a perk that
helps make up for the crappy salary. The other perk is that I get to fuck
some of their kids.

Again, I didn't intend to fuck their kids. Oh I wanted to, but I figured
I?d resist like I always did. Then the week I moved in, I started browsing
the local gay hook up aps. I put a faceless picture of myself showing off
my perfectly average 31 year old body in cargo shorts and t-shirt. For
those that offer a second picture, there's a nice one of my 6.5inch very
thick cut cock hard and wet from the shower.  For an upscale "conservative"
community, there were sure a lot of down low profiles looking for
fucking. Even more surprising was lunch during the first day of school,
when I checked my apps and realized there were about 20 profiles that
looked to be around the high school. Some with 18 as their age, some with
the age blank, and my pervy boy loving cock chub up.  Most included no
pictures or a generic photo of their abs or pecs and a few details. There
were a whole lot of ages missing too. My dick twitched thinking of the tail
I might get after graduation.  Ok, yes I was also imagining being bent over
my desk with a sophomore up my ass, but I try to keep my expectations
realistic.

The kid whose head was in my lap was my first. It was about a month into
school and I received a message from him one evening. No pic and basic
stats made me cautious, but after he sent me a pic and his age, 19, I was
fine. Could I swear in court that I didn't doubt his age? No. He looked no
more than 17, but I knew he wasn't in any of my classes nor had I seen him
around school, so it was plausible that he was a young looking college
student home visiting.  It was possible? Maybe.

I didn't ask when he got there, but he looked even younger. He stood there
on my doorstep bathed in my porch light and my widening eyes. He was
slender, his tiny waste flaring out to a nice round butt. His cheeks had
that rosy youthful hue, his face flushed from the bike ride over.  19yos
rode their bike, right? He was wearing Nikes with a pair of Nike socks,
athletic shorts and a tight little white t-shirt that clung to his sweaty
skin. His hair was a beautiful dirty blonde, and it too was soaked in sweat
and clung to his face.  In short-he was heavenly. As he strolled into my
living room, dropping his stuff I thought to myself "God he's gay, a little
fag" he had an effeminate nature that's only really attractive on a young
boy. His voice was effeminate too, but sounded so needy.

I pulled him into the bedroom, and sitting on my bed with him standing
between my legs I leaned in and inhaled what every boy lover knows is the
perfect smell-sweaty boy. Ok yeah, by now I knew this kid wasn't 19 and
probably snuck out of his house to be molested by me. At that point I
didn't care anymore-I had to have him, I had to give him what he so
obviously needed. I stripped him slowly, licking his skin as I went. He
made these soft little moans that made me melt. He was down to his socks
and tighty whities when I finally pulled his lips down to mine and kissed
him. I whispered to him "Have you done this before," and he just smiled and
nodded. He stripped me next, his soft curious hands feeling my body as he
went. I pulled him onto the bed with me and wrestled a bit, eliciting
laughter and that beautiful smile of his. God, even his laugh was gay but
also sexy as hell. I knew what I wanted first, what I had dreamed about
since I was a teen myself. I pulled him on top of me so that his ass
hovered over my face. The smell of sweat and sex was intense, and the soft
skin of his butt cheeks were moist, my hands sliding easily over their
contours. I couldn't hold back any longer and dove tongue first up his ass.
He screamed out and moaned as he pushed back on my face. I felt his hand
massage my boxer-brief covered cock which soon felt open air and then the
small mouth and soft lips of my little angel. He definitely had done this
before.

After eating his ass and enjoying his blow job skills for quite a while, he
turned around and kissed me deeply seemingly getting off on tasting his own
ass on my tongue. We kissed lovingly before he started rubbing his ass
against my cock. Before long it was sliding between those pert 17? 16? year
old cheeks. Dear God please let him be visiting and not go to my school,
because I'm about to fuck the hell out of him.

I was laying on my back, my cock up inside his ass, both of us soaked in
sweat when he finally was honest. We had been fucking for about 10 minutes
and we were already both soaked in sweat. He was moaning, panting, and
leaning down to kiss me as I pushed my bare cock up inside his tight
hole. He kissed me and stopped bouncing on my cock for a moment. He looked
down at me, and seemed timid for the first time.

"Mr. Tucker," he said with me realizing I had never told him my last name
He started talking so fast, trying to get everything out at once "I'm real
sorry but I'm really not 19. I'm really, really sorry. I'll be 15 next
month. I'm sorry, please don't be mad."

I really needed to explain to a the kid that its physically impossible for
a guy to be mad when his bare cock is buried inside a tight ass. I tried to
act shocked, but my cock throbbing in his ass probably gave me away. I was
really thinking maybe junior, not a kid four month shy of being in middle
school. I asked him if he could keep a secret, he smiled and said yes as he
started really riding and thrashing on my cock. Moaning like the little
slut he apparently was.

I pulled him into a kiss, and called him a dirty little boy for lying as I
pounded his hole. "You like that teacher cock, Sam?"  He moaned and
grinned, his 5inch almost bare cock bouncing all over the place. Yes I know
that should have told me that he wasn't 19, but my cock was thinking for me
and, well, I'm a fucking boy lover.

 It took about 30 seconds before I bred his ass for the first of many
times. He collapsed on me as he felt my cock throb and spill my seed in
him. Our bodies stuck together from the sweat. He crawled and slid down,
never breaking eye contact and cleaned my teacher cock. "Tastes so good
Mr. Tucker, I knew it would when I saw you the first day of school." The
little shit had planned this, stalked me online, I was a victim of this
kids sex drive, honesty your honor, I'm the victim. Yeah that was
believable.

Afterwards with him kneeling next to my head and my finger up his 14yo ass,
he fed me his cum. Man the kid got loud when he cums, I may have to put
some underwear in his mouth next time. His cum coated my lips and tongue. I
wish I could share what that tasted like-but there are no words, Like
drinking liquid sex, boy, and passion.

I didn't intend to have sex at school either. Very dangerous. But the next
day, I found myself sitting on my desk during lunch, door locked, with Sam
on his knees giving me an amazing blow job. I fed him his lunch, and fuck I
was in a great mood the rest of the day. One of my sophomores even asked me
why I was in such a good mood. I wish I could have told him that a blow job
from a freshman will put anyone in a good mood.

"Mmmm. I love your teacher cock Mr. Tucker. You're such a bad teacher for
molesting me like this," Sam moaned before sucking my cock down his throat
again. I loved his dirty talk, it reminded me how dangerous and pervy I was
being. I wish I could have fucked him, but the little whore was just too
fucking loud when getting fucked. My neighbor, thankfully a gay personal
trainer, even commented on how great the sex sounded after the first night
I fucked Sam.  Thankfully he didn't realize the sounds he was hearing were
from a boy who had a 10:30 bed time on school nights and whose underwear
was still picked out by his mom. I addressed that last fact though and
bought him some effeminate underwear that he loved, and man did I love
watching him model them for me.

Sam was enough to make me love my job, but eventually I figured out that
there were a lot of students who needed a lay or an A, and that my teacher
cock or ass were the solution to both.