Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 13:43:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Private Lessons (Part 1)

Disclaimer:

The following story depicts consensual sex between an adult and a minor,
watersports and scat.  If you are under the age of eighteen or find this
form of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE!

Private Lessons (Part 1)
By Rim4you

Prologue

Looking back at my junior year in high school always reawakens fond
memories of a particular time and place.  Of a man named Gary Jefferies,
my band teacher.  It was he who allowed me to express in full measure
not only my love of music, but a deeper, darker, most private side of
me.

My name is Todd Johnson but everyone, even today, now that I'm
twenty-eight, calls me "TJ."  I'm just an average guy with brown hair
and blue eyes.  I don't have a "gym" body that's for sure but I am
height and weight proportionate.  But back in high school ...

Chapter One

"Hey TJ!"  Blake shouted, bounding after me as the last bell rung
signaling the end of classes for the day and I was making a mad dash for
my book locker.

Blake was my best friend.  We'd known each other since the second grade
and during the course of our growing up had dabbled in many things
together including the infamous "show me yours and I'll show you mine"
kind of thing which progressed to further sexual experimentation.

I guess even back then Blake and I realized that we were attracted to men.
We thought nothing about our fooling around with one another.  It seemed
the natural thing for best buddies to do.  Being teenagers, Blake and I did
not have the advantage of meeting men on a more up front leval as one would
meet another guy in a gay bar.  So we had to content ourselves with each
other knowing that in the not too distant future we'd be able to run the
full gamut of the gay lifestyle.

"What's your hurry, TJ?"  Blake was breathless by the time he caught up
with me.

"I gotta stop off at the band room before I leave.  Mr. Jefferies wants
to talk to me about my performance."

"Well, TJ, you haven't been playing your best lately."

"I know.  It's just ..."

"I know, pal," Blake responded with sincerety.  "You're really having a
hard time with your Mom and Dad's divorce aren't you?"

"Yep."  I answered, hanging my head with dejection.  "Ever since Dad
moved out everything seems to be up-side-down.  I miss having my Dad
around, Blake!  I can't seem to concentrate, to focus on my music right
now and if I fuck up now I'll blow my chances for a music scholarship."

"It'll be okay, TJ."  Blake patted me on the back reassuringly.  "I know
that you're going through a really tough time right now but remember one
thing."

"What's that, Blake?"

"I'm here for you TJ!  You know that.  I'll always be here for you!"

"Thanks, Blake," I whispered quietly, so nobody rushing and brushing
against us in the crowded hall could hear, "I love you, Blake.  You're the
best friend anyone could ever have and I mean that."

"Ditto that!"  Blake beamed with a grin from ear to ear.  "Doing
anything later on tonight?  It's Friday night and my folks, being that
it's their anniversary are going off for the weekend.  I'll have the
whole house to myself."

"Really?"  I asked, seeing Blake's wandering eye looking down at my
crotch.

"Yeah!  I know your Mom wouldn't object to you staying over to keep me
company."

"Oh no, she wouldn't have a problem with that and I'd like to stay over
at your house."

"Give me a holler when you get home okay, TJ?"

"Yeah!  Sure.  I will."

With that, Blake turned and walked off down the hall.  I have to admit
that I admired the look of his bubble butt encased in his skin tight
jeans!

But first things first.  I had to get through this conference with Mr.
Jefferies.  Sighing, I closed my locker and headed for the band room.

Chapter Two

Gary Jefferies was a towering figure of a man.  His six foot, five inch
frame made most people feel small.  His brawny appearance made him look
more suited for the atheletic department than the music department.  He
was well known for his dedication, hard work in making our high school
band the number one marching band in the state even so far as to our
marching in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.  But above all it was his
personal attention that he gave to each of his students that made him a
gem among his fellow teachers.

It was with some trepidation that I pushed open the door to the band
room and walked towards his desk.

"TJ!"  Mr. Jefferies bellowed with a smile on his face.  "Pull up a
chair, son, and you can wipe that nervous look from your face too.  I'm
not here to lecture or punish you. I'm just concerned that your
performance lately isn't up to your usual standard which is always one
hundred percent."

I sat down on the chair beside his desk, none too relaxed and still
nervous.

"I'm just having some personal problems, Mr. Jefferies.  Things have
been ..."

"I know, son,"  Mr. Jefferies said gently.  "Believe me I know how
difficult it can be when parents split up.  My Mom and Dad divorced when
I was around your age."

"Really?"  I asked.

"Yes.  So I know that right now and I do understand, your focus on your
music is a little off centered.  You're coping with a lot of emotions
right now.  Trying to sort things out.  I just wanted you to know that
I'm here if and when you need someone to talk to."

"I don't know what to say, Mr. Jefferies.  Thanks."

"I mean it, TJ.  Anytime you need to get something off of your chest,
I'm here."

I gazed into Mr. Jefferies steel gray eyes.  He was sincere, just like
Blake was.  There was a gentleness in his voice and a feeling of comfort
in his words.  For the very first time I caught a glimpse of the caring
man that I heard he was.

"There is the matter of the Battle of the Bands competition which is
coming up soon.  I've noticed you're having some difficulty with the
music."

"Yeah, I am having problems with that.  I can't seem to concentrate and
I apologize if I'm letting the band down."

"You don't have to apologize for anything, TJ.  You're an excellent
musician, the best trumpet I have!  I do understand what you're going
through so how about we get together for some private lessons before the
band competition?"

"You'd do that for me?"

"It would be my pleasure, TJ."

"When?"  I asked.

"Well we have three months ahead of us to prepare and I know that you
probably have plans for this weekend already made.  How about next
Saturday at my house?  Is that okay with you?"

"That would be swell, Mr. Jefferies!  I promise I wont' let you down!"

"Trust me, TJ, you won't let me down,"  Mr. Jefferies said with a
glimmer in his eyes.

With that said, Mr. Jefferies rolled his chair back from behind his desk
and swivelled it towrds me.  He leaned back in his chair, parted his
legs revealing a nice bulge in his crotch and clasped his hands behind
his head.

I couldn't help but glance at his crotch.  So inviting.  So inticing.
If he only knew what was running through my head at that moment!  I
could see clearly the outline of his cock which seemed to snake down his
right thigh and at the tip, a wet spot emerged on his beige colored
pants.  Perhaps it was my imagination or my teenage horemones raging,
that I perceived his cock twitch and throb against the confines of his
pants.  The wet spot became slightly bigger.  I swallowed hard and tried
to keep my wits about me.

With his arms raised and clasped behind his head,  I could see the
whisps of dark hair in his armpits and a slight trace of musk drifted
into my nostrils.  Inevitably, my dick responded and swelled within my
jeans.

"Next Saturday then?"  Mr. Jefferies asked, breaking a silence, though
only brief, that seemed long and endless.

"Uh ... yeah ... sure thing," I stammered, taking my gaze from his
crotch to his eyes.  He returned my gaze with a smile.

As I stood up to leave, my hard-on pressing against my jeans, Mr.
Jefferies chuckled, swung his chair back to his desk and scrawled his
phone number and address on a piece of paper.

"Here you go," he murmered, handing me the piece of paper, his eyes
riveted upon my crotch.  "See you for a private lesson next Saturday."

I took the piece of paper and slid it into my front pocket making sure
that the movement of my hand digging into my pocket grazed my dick.  It
was then that he looked up at me and smiled again.

Leaving the band room I was exhilerated wondering if I had read the
signs correctly.  I was sure I had.  I would look forward to my private
lessons with Mr. Jefferies.

Chapter Three

That Friday night with Blake I was an animal in heat and lust.  I
couldn't help but think about Mr. Jefferies while Blake and I were
having sex.

"God damn!"  Blake moaned, as I sucked his eight inch cock into my mouth
with a vengence burying my face into his pubic bush and breathing in the
scent of Blake.

"Fuck, TJ!  What's gotten into you?"  Blake cried out, as he grabbed my
head and pulled me deep into his crotch, wrapping his legs around me.

I hesitated for a moment to answer but Blake bucked, thrusting his cock
down my throat.

"Don't stop!  Please don't stop, TJ!  It feels so fucking good!"

I sucked my best friend like I had never sucked him before, with a
burning hunger! Blake thrashed about the bed, digging his fingers into
the mattress.  His cock felt so good, so right in my mouth.  The flavor
of his pre-cum, dribbling in a steady flow, was the sweetest nectar to
me.  The scent of Blake's sweaty crotch drove me insane with carnal
lust.

As I sucked Blake, my finger found its way to his asshole.  It was moist.
I rubbed my finger over his asslips.  Blake groaned with this added
pleasure I was giving him.  I fingered his hole probing deeper and deeper,
feeling the warmth and slime within him.

Retracting my finger I brought it under my nose and took a deep whiff.
The aroma I detected intoxicated me.  Blake's asshole was ripe, pungent
and stink!  I loved that smell.  The most personal smell of my best
friend.  It aroused me tremendously.  I sniffed my finger over and over
as I sucked Blake's cock.

"Slow down, TJ!"  Blake moaned.  "You're gonna make me cum too soon!"

I pulled my sucking mouth from Blake's cock and heaved my body onto his.
Our mouths met and we kissed deeply, all the while rubbing our dicks
against each other.  As we kissed I brought my finger between our noses
and sniffed again.

"That stinks, TJ!"  Blake muttered, turning his head away.

"But I like it, Blake!"  I gasped, "It turns me on!"

"It does?"  Blake asked, turning his head back towards me to watch as I
sniffed my finger.

I placed my finger under my nostrils and took several deep breaths,
moaning all the while.  Blake watched me intently as I sniffed and
savored his fragrance on my finger.

"Wanna really good whiff of my stink, TJ?"

"Yes!  Please, Blake!"

Blake gently nudged me off of him then reached down and clasped his
hands behind his knees pulling them towards his chest.  His smooth
asscheeks spread revealing his pucker.  I quickly positioned myself
between his spread legs gazing lustfully at his asshole.

"You want it TJ?"  Blake asked in a husky voice.  "You wanna smell my
stinking asshole?"

"Yes!"  I gasped, my body trembling.  "I want to smell and eat your
dirty ass, Blake!"

"Do it TJ!  Do it know before I change my mind!"

I dove my head down into the sweaty crevice of my best friend's ass.  I
sniffed his ripeness and rubbed my face up and down his trench to mark
myself with his scent.  It was wonderful.  It was so erotic.  It was so
intense.

"Yeah!  Fuckin' smell my dirty ass, TJ!"  Blake hissed as he ground his
butt all over my face.  I wallowed in his musk.  His aroma.  His rich,
pungent smell.

"Eat my ass, fucker!  Taste my stink!"  Blake demanded.

Crazed with lust I attacked Blake's butt hole, slurping greedily on his
puckering rose bud.  The stink of his hole became a wondrous flavor in
my mouth.  It was bitter, tangy yet sweet.

Because Blake was my best friend, almost a brother to me, the intimacy
that we were sharing at this very moment, drove me insane with perverse
lust.  The more I sucked on his stinking asshole the more Blake relaxed
and loosened up for me allowing my tongue to probe deeper, savoring his
rank juices.

"Fuck!  Fuck, TJ!  Eat my stinking asshole!  Suck my ass slop, buddy!
This is so fuckin' wild!  So dirty!"  Blake rasped.

Never had our sex together gone to this level.  My secret desires were
emerging.  My wanton lust was mounting.  Would Blake be able to satisfy
the burning need I felt within me?  If not, I loved him all the more for
bringing me to this brink and allowing me a foretaste of the ultimate
pleasure I craved.

"You're making me feel so fucking nasty, TJ, and you haven't even fucked me
yet!"

"I'm your pig, Blake!"  I sputtered boldly, not knowing how he'd react
but far too carried away by the heat of the moment and the aroma of his
ass is my nose.

"I'll do anything you fuckin' want me to!"  I continued.

Blake grabbed his hard cock and pushed it down between his legs towards
my mouth.

"Suck!  Suck my cock, pig, and I'll give you something nasty!"  Blake
hollered.

Reluctantly, I surrendered my mouth from Blake's pungent hole and
wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and sucked.  It didn't take
long before my mouth was filled with his sweet cream.  How I loved the
feel and taste of Blake's cum splattering in my mouth and dripping down
my throat.  His sperm was delicious.

He held my head tightly as he ejaculated in my mouth.  His body tensed
as wave after wave of his sweet cum filled my mouth.  I swallowed every
spurt.  Then Blake relaxed.  His body seeed to go limp. I continued to
nurse on his oozing cock, moaning with pleasure, delighting in the
flavor of his cum and the aroma of his asshole on my face.

As I continued sucking on Blake's softening dick, a new sensation filled
my mouth.  Warm and tangy.  Different from the taste of his asshole, but
pleasurable just the same.  Blake was pissing in my mouth!

The initial trickle became a gushing stream filling my mouth.  I sucked
and swallowed as best I could.  Blake held my head firmly as he emptied
his bladder into my mouth.  His warm piss seeped out of the corners of
my lips and spilled upon the mattress.  Without a care that Blake was
pissing not only in my mouth but in his bed as well, he blasted his
piss, emptying himself completely.

When he had finished pissing he drew me up onto him.  Our lips met in a
deep kiss.  I knew from the hunger in Blakes kiss that he too was taking
delight in the taste of his golden nectar.

I fucked Blake that night with an abandon I'd never experienced before.
He surrendered completely to me his dirty ass to be fucked.  Thrusting
his hungry hole back to meet my every stroke, the sheets beneath us
becoming soiled with piss and the shit that oozed from his ass as I
fucked him.

We fell asleep that night, my cock still embedded within his ass,
holding each other close.

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