Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2000 16:49:57 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: THE RIGHT TEACHER (t/t, con, anal) (high school)

THE RIGHT TEACHER (t/t, con, anal)
by Lemmaire

Jayson was 14 the first time he met Tony.  Tony was 17...an honor-roll
student...and as part of his advanced cirriculum at school, he was assigned
to tutor younger students who needed help in math.  Jayson wasn't dumb, but
math was something he just didn't get, so while he was shy and a little
embarrassed at first, he really was grateful to have Tony come to his house
after school two days a week to help him with his geometry homework while
his parents were still at work.

An added benefit was the fact that Tony was so cute...lightly muscular...not
a jock, but firm and toned, with dark hair and dark eyes that sparkled when
he talked.  Jayson had been attracted to boys ever since he could remember,
and being with Tony made him feel warm and strange all over.  Jayson wanted
him the first time he saw him, but didn't know how to approach the older
boy.  He'd never seen Tony with girls at school, never heard other people
talk about which girls he dated -- so he assumed -- hoped, really -- that
Tony might be interested in guys instead.

As soon as he knew Tony was going to tutor him, he hinted as much as he
could.  He tried to hold eye contact with the older boy.  He smiled at him
and brushed against him whenever he could.  On their first day together,
when Tony had reached out to shake Jayson's hand, Jayson held it a moment
longer than he normally would have.  He wanted Tony to know he enjoyed his
touch.  Tony didn't seem alarmed by the length of their touch -- but he
didn't seem enticed by it either.  So, Jayson didn't know what to make of
him.  Friend, teacher or lover.  He wanted them all, but he didn't know how
to find them in the handsome, older boy who showed up on his doorstep.

His first few tutoring sessions were very uneventful.  Tony was naturally
charming and easy to talk to and Jayson felt instantly comfortable in the
older boy's company, even though it was a struggle to follow the concepts he
was trying to teach him when his mind was on other things and his eyes kept
wandering to the outline of Tony's cock under his jeans.  He wondered how
big it was...how thick.  He was almost tempted to reach out and touch
it...but Tony was such a persistent tutor, that he never really had the
chance.  It was hard to be erotic when the person you wanted to touch was
reciting mathematical formulas in your ears.  Usually, Jayson found himself
balling his fists and pressing them against his frustrated head, growling,
"I just don't GET this stuff."  To which a smiling and patient Tony would
reply, "Relax, kid.  It's easy.  Here...try it like this."  He was patient.
Calm.  A very good teacher.

On the day of their fourth session, while Tony was working out a formula in
Jayson's notebook, patiently explaining what he was doing in his warm, even
tones...Jayson found his eyes wandering not to the notebook, but to Tony's
neck.  Sitting close together at the kitchen table, with only a geometry
book between them, Jayson could see the smooth muscular lines...the soft,
gently tanned skin...he could even smell the light, faint cologne that Tony
wore.  He wanted to bury his nose into the older boy's neck and inhale his
strong, sweet scent.  Being close to Tony made him feel scared and nervous
and excited all at the same time.

It wasn't that he was inexperienced.  Jason had been with boys before, so he
knew what he liked and he knew what he wanted.  When he'd been younger, 10
or 11, he'd experimented quite enthusiastically with two of his cousins
during sleepovers and camping trips.  There wasn't anything he hadn't
already tried.  At 14, he was already very well-versed on the many
good-feeling things that two boys could do together.  Only his cousins were
the same age as him.  They were boys playing with boys.  And ask he stared
as his neck and smelled the soft, strong scent of him, Jayson reminded
himself that Tony wasn't a boy.  He was almost a man.  And Jayson had never
imagined himself with a man before.  He didn't know how it would feel.  He
didn't know if he'd be able to make everything...fit.

Unconsciously his leg brushed against Tony's under the table.  Tony looked
up from the textbook and smiled at him.  "Dancing under there, kid?" he
asked.

"Sorry," Jayson said, turning a little red.  "I didn't mean to get that
close."

"Nothing wrong with close," Tony smiled, and went back to demonstrating the
math problem.

Jayson's heart beat faster at Tony's response.  He didn't know if he
interpreted it right or not.  Tony was so naturally charming and personable,
"nothing wrong with close" could have meant anything.  Just a harmless
throwaway...a random remark...nothing intended, no deep meaning hinted at.

But when Jayson felt Tony's leg brushing back at him under the table, he
knew that his desires and hints of the past two weeks hadn't gone unnoticed.
Tony kept explaining the math problem, but his breathing was heavier
now...he seemed to lose his place.  He wasn't quite able to concentrate.

Jayson turned to him and their eyes met.  They held their gaze for a
heart-stopping moment, then Tony leaned forward into Jayson's lips.
"Jayson," he whispered softly, as if asking permission.  "I'm sorry, but I
have to."

And with that he leaned over and kissed the younger boy, who was so
surprised he moaned softly as their lips touched.  It was a light kiss and
it felt so nice.  Tony teased the inside of Jayson's lips with his warm
tongue.  There was nothing intrusive or demanding about the way the older
boy kissed him.  There was nothing but gentleness and respect...the warmest,
most loving feeling Jayson's young heart had ever imagined.

The two boys kissed, growing hard, holding each other, touching each other
faces, stroking their hands through each other's hair, until the gentle kiss
became something stronger...something more urgent.  The innocent kiss had
turned into lust -- the air was electric with their need -- they knew they
wanted each other -- and they pressed their bodies more tightly together,
the wooden chairs making soft scraping noises as they struggled to get
closer in their awkward position.

Swallowing hard and almost fearful of what he might find, Jayson's hand
slowly but instinctively reached under the table between Tony's legs.
Through the thick material of Tony's jeans, Jayson opened his palm so he
could rub it against Tony's already hard cock.  The length and the firmness
nearly scared him.  He'd been with boys before, but he'd never felt anything
like this.  Nothing this big.  Nothing this strong.  He knew he wanted it.
He knew he wanted Tony to make love to him with that strong, thick rod.  He
just didn't know if he'd be able to take it.  He was scared.  Excited,
aroused and scared.

"Oh, Jayson," Tony moaned, as he felt the younger boy's hand struggling to
free his aching, hard cock from his jeans.  "Please do that some more.
Touch it, Jayson.  Put it in your mouth."

It sprang from his underwear and Jayson was on it immediately, needing no
further instruction.  As Tony pushed his chair back, Jayson's head went down
and his mouth covered the thick, red head of Tony's throbbing member.  With
skill he didn't even realize he had, he lowered his head further and further
down, feeling the long, thick shaft filling his small young throat...not
gagging at all...willing himself to take it in further...moaning as he
gulped and swallowed the hot, stiff shaft..breathing in the light,
musky-strong scent of Tony's pubic hair -- a delicious combination of sweat
and sweetness that filled his senses and made his head swim.  This was so
much more than he'd ever experienced.  His adolescent sex game with his
cousins had been nothing compared to the strength and the size of the hot,
stiff sex that was filling his throat, burning his mouth with it's hard,
demanding power.

As he hunched over Tony's lap, sucking and moaning, he felt Tony's hand
slide into his pants, between his ass and his underwear, kneading the flesh
of his butt cheeks, eliciting more moans from the younger boy.

"Please," Jayson begged, "put your finger in me.  I want to feel you in my
ass.  Please, I need it so bad."

Still sliding his long, thick cock in and out of Jayson's eager mouth, Tony
took his hand out of the boy's underwear and moistened his middle finger
with saliva.  Then putting his hand back into Jayson's pants, he began
rubbing the wet digit against Jayson's tight anal opening.  He could feel
the heat from the boy's tight asshole even before he inserted the finger.
With a gentle push, he shoved his finger easily inside and Jayson once again
moaned in pleasure.  He'd dreamed of this.  Begged for it in his fantasies.
And now it was finally happening.  He pushed back against Tony's finger,
wiggling and moaning, pushing it further and further into his hot, hungry
hole.

"God, kid...you're so tight."  Tony whispered, "Please let me fuck you.  I
promise I won't hurt you.  Please, let me."

"I don't care if it hurts,," Jayson moaned, lifting his head from Tony's lap
and standing up next to him near the table. "I want you so much."

With quick movements, he lifted his shirt above his head, revealing his
smooth, baby-soft chest, and two copper-colored nipples the size of nickels.
Tony shuddered at the sight.  As Jayson's shirt fell to the floor, Tony
grabbed the younger boy's back and pulled him close, sucking his nipples and
teasing his soft, smooth skin with his tongue.  Jayson cried out in passion,
his own young cock straining and bulging in his pants.

Standing above him, burning with his kisses, Jayson fumbled with his jeans
until his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.  Tony roughly
tugged at the younger boy's boxer shorts until those, too, fell from his
body.  Their passion had reached a fever pitch now...Tony knew he was about
to feel this young boy in a way he'd never experienced before.  In something
completely new and important for both of them.

The younger boy stood directly in front of him now, standing with his legs
spread over Tony's knees.  Tony, still sitting in the chair, waited for the
younger boy to straddle him, his firm cock still wet from the blowjob,
straining skyward, waiting for the sweet, hot tunnel it was about to
penetrate.

Jayson took his own saliva and smeared it onto his quivering asshole.  He
wanted this so much.  He knew it would hurt, but he wanted it anyway.
Slowly, he eased his own finger into his hole, moaning, swirling it,
stretching himself for the thick intrusion that was about to come.  He put
more saliva on his fingers and smeared it around the tip of Tony's cock.
Then with closed eyes and a look of ecstasy and determination, he lowered
himself down onto Tony's lap.

"Oh my God," Tony moaned...."you're so hot, angel...you're so tight."

Jayson shuddered at the word angel and continued to sit down as Tony's
length slid deep into his rectum, filling him with such sweet pain and
fullness, he swore he could feel it all the way up to his throat.  Nothing
he'd ever done had prepared him for this wonderful feeling of satisfaction,
fullness and desire.  It was if a whole new part of his body had come alive
for the very first time.

"Fuck me, Tony," Jayson pleaded.  "I've never felt anything this good
before.  Please, fuck me....I need it so bad."

Tony began thrusting up from the chair, gently at first, pistoning his
thick, long rod into the younger boy's anus.  Jayson moaned and pushed down
as far as he could, inviting every inch of the thick, pulsating manhood to
fill him further.  He couldn't get enough.  He nuzzled his face into Tony's
neck and whimpered in pleasure as the older boy continued to pump him, in
and out, up and down.  It was painful -- but the pain was so good -- so
satisfying -- he knew he would ask for this again and again.  It was like
heaven.  A pain so good, he never wanted it to end.

"I'm so close," Tony moaned huskily.  "I don't think I can last much
longer."  He wanted it to last forever, but the tight, hot hole he was
pushing into, and the sexy soft whimpers of the younger boy pressed close
against his neck were driving him wild.  He knew he had to cum soon.  He
could feel it rising within him like a volcano...ready to explode into the
young boy's bowels.

"Give me your cum," Jayson whispered, offering permission.  "I want that
too, Tony.  Please, don't hold back...shoot me full of your hot, sticky
cum."

Tony moaned and shuddered and with a final, deep thrust that banged deeply
into the boy's shuddering prostate, he blasted his hot, creamy load into
Jayson's hungry bowels.  Jayson felt the hot spurts squirting into his
stomach, and he shuddered as his own cock erupted into drops of thin, white
cream, shooting his young, small wad onto Tony's smooth stomach.  Tony
reached down with his hand and collected Jayson's small drops of sperm.  He
brought them to his mouth and rubbed them against his lips, licking and
swallowing everything he could.

The two of them sat there, Jayson still nuzzled into Tony's neck -- Tony's
cock still hard and hot inside Jayson's young ass, drops of wet cum dripping
out, running down his shaft and onto his balls.  They breathed heavily and
held each other, feeling their sweat mingle...enjoying the salty taste of
each others' skin...the air still thick with the electric scent of their sex
and their need.

"Thank you," Jayson whispered into Tony's ear, feeling safe and content. "I
didn't know if you'd do that to me or not.  I wanted you to the first minute
I saw you."

"I wanted you too...but you were so young...I was afraid I'd hurt you."

Tony smiled, closing the book on the table and wrapping his arms around his
new young lover in a tight embrace.

They kissed again and touched each other's smooth chests.  The homework
would have to wait until for later.  Jayson felt Tony beginning to stir
within him again, slowly pushing up and down, ready for more.  There would
be plenty of time for geometry lessons when they were done.  Some things
were more important to learn than math and Jayson was glad he'd finally
found the right teacher.

END