From: plowboyoh@aol.com (PlowBoy OH)
Subject: South American Schoolhouse Rocks (m/m-18)
Date: 11 Mar 1997 07:38:13 GMT

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is
purely coincidental and highly unlikely. And as is protocol, this is
material intended for those 18 and over. But we all know you can't really
prevent those who want stuff like this from obtaining it. Nonetheless,
that was the disclaimer.


"Schoolhouse Rocks, South American Style"
 
by Andrew Renz (PlowboyOH@aol.com),  copyright1997


  I had no clue what I was doing. One of the teachers at the language
school where I taught fluency had to take an extended leave of absence, so
the owner asked me I could sub until a replacement could be found. I
would've led the class myself, but the students had a limited command of
English grammar and my Spanish sucked. It was in everyone's best interest
that I didn't assume possession of the class or we would've spent the
whole hour everyday flippin' through a bilingual dictionary. There was a
class in an hour and the options were few. Getting to know one another in
a group discussion to work on their language skills would be class numero
uno.
  It was hot, you can't imagine how hot, even though it was almost nine at
night. My body was already damp. The yankee didn't adapt to his climate
very well. I tried to fit in with the other Montevideans without
attracting much attention, but it didn't work. I was blond, even with a
tan whiter than most everyone, and I was always wet with perspiration. The
people there, they were darker than me, almost all had dark brown hair,
were undaunted by the temperature, and the guys -- the guys had naturally
buffed bodies from hell. I've never seen asses and thighs like theirs
before or since. Our apartment was near the soccer stadium and the teams
were always outside doing leg stretches in the median of the roadway.
Curly black hair worked its way up most of those broad, powerful legs,
disappearing into the leg openings. Man, we lived in a great location.
 I opened a window to let the hot air circulate. My Uruguayan boyfriend
didn't tell me they didn't have A/C in many places before I had already
agreed to come live with him. Although not having air in our apartment
made for some really great, hot, physical, sweaty sex, I wasn't planning
on having sex in the classroom so I didn't want it hot. 
 Ana and her sister, Marta, entered the classroom first. We exchanged
introductions and I told them why I was there. 
  "Man, you know who Glenn Close is, cuz you look just like her,'  I asked
Ana. 
 "People, they say that often," she sighed. Marta laughed. The look-a-like
jabbed her sister and apparently threatened her in Spanish, cuz she quit
laughing. 
  Marta looked at me and smiled, then bashfully turned away. 
  'Oh no, she thinks I'm cute,' I thought, which was okay that she did. I
guess my blond hair made me a bit of a novelty, and people are always
intrigued by what they don't see often, I guess. 
  "So how many people are in this class?," I asked.
  "Just my sister and me, and on some days Santiago. He comes when he feel
like it."
  We started without him, unsure if he'd come or not.
  Minutes into the class the door opened. In the doorway stood Santiago,
all 5'10, 165 lbs/80 kgs of solid, young man. 
  He stared at me, a look of surprise on his face, like he was in the
wrong place. I was staring back at him, a wry smile on my lips. 
 "You must be Santiago. Hi, I'm Evan. Your regular instructor is ill."
  "Heaven? What kind of name is that?"
  "Evan. Evan, not heaven. Que stupido!,  one of the girls said laughing.
  Santiago looked at me and smirked. He had beautiful lips, very full. And
that dark tanned skin. He slunk into his seat.
  The class went well. All we did was talk about ourselves. Several times
during the evening I caught Santiago checking me out. Fair's fair, I was
doing the same to him. He sat in his chair with his meaty legs spread in
front of him. More than once my eyes followed his legs up to the large
mound in his jeans. I was more attracted to his body than his basket, but
it was a nice bonus.
 "You are married, no?," Santiago asked.
  "No, I'm not."
  "But you have a ring. You must be."
   Marco, my boyfriend, and I had bought rings for one another. He didn't
wear his in public. Smart move. I did. I figured I'm an American. I can do
what I want with no pressures.
  "Well, I'm not. It's just a ring," hoping that would be the end of the
matter.
  "You live alone here?," again Santiago.
  I shifted the topic back to them. Soon class was over. Everyone was gone
in the building so I had to unlock the door to let the students out. The
girls walked out first, waving goodbye. Santiago lingered behind. When the
other two were out of sight he nervously asked me if I'd like to get some
'cafe con leche', so we could talk some more. 
  I'm no dummy. "Bueno."
  We walked to a nearby confiteria. He was nervous, which kinda surprised
me. He was a slick, kinda rough-sex looking guy. He was two days away from
his 18th birthday, he told me.
  "Well, had I known I would've bought you a present."
  "You can still get me something," he said with a little seriousness. He
stared me right in the eyes.
  "Like?"
  "You like me? How I look?" He spoke the words very slowly.
  I grinned, "mmhmmm."
  "I been with guys before. Have you?"
  "I have, yes."
  "Would you like... ," he looked down, "with me?"
  "You're not some psycho are you? You don't want to kill me?"
  He laughed, quickly sobering. "No, I promise no to kill you. Do you want
to?"
  It was sure hot.
  "Where do we go?"
  "You have keys to the school, no? We will go there."
  I thought about it for a minute. I looked at him. His stare was burning
my flesh.
  "Let's go," I said, convincing myself that this way okay.
Sex in the school. Boyfriend waiting at home.
  I locked the door behind us.
  "Que guapo!," he said breathily. He walked up behind me as I was
checking the door was locked.
  "So you have done this before," I said as his hands ran up and over my
ass. His hands rubbed me firmly. I could feel his breath on my neck.
  "Yes, but with a teacher, no. You will teach me things, yes?," he
whispered into my ear. Those thick lips grazed my skin.
  I reached behind him and pulled him firmly against my back, rubbing my
ass against his crotch. It was still big, even bigger.
  I turned around and stared him in the eyes, then pushed him against the
closest wall. His was just a bit taller than me. I was into it. I leaned
into him.
  Putting my hands on either side of his head I pulled his mouth to mine.
His eyes closed. We kissed softly at first. He wriggled beneath me.
Opening his mouth he took my lips inside, running his tongue over them. I
parted my mouth and felt the warmth of him as he explored further and
further.
  He smelled fantastic; passion induced pheromones.
  My hands felt his chest and stomach. They were solid. His tits were
firm, my thumbs pressed into them. He sighed.
  Raising his shirt I felt his hot, moist skin. He pulled away and removed
his shirt quickly. My mouth went straight for his pecs.
  He put his hand of the back of my head, running it over the stubble of
my military cut. He had a beautiful chest.
  "Que divino. Ay, a mi me gusta," he sighed. He liked it, he liked it
alot. 
  "Put your arms over your head," I demanded. I secured them with my hands
and dove into his armpits. He thrashed in ecstacy. 
  This was raw. This was taboo. This was so damn good.
  Again, I kissed his mouth. I proceeded down his neck, between the
crevice of his lighty-haired chest, following the trail down to where it
disappeared into his pants.
  I looked up. He was staring at me, biting his lip.
  My mouth against the denim, I bit the outline of his cock. He sighed and
rested his head against the wall.
  "You like?," I said lustily.
  "Si. Mucho!"
  His cock was perpendicular to his legs, trapped. I rubbed the outline
with my palm.
  Snapping the button and unzipping the fly, I reached inside. It was mine
for the taking. The musk and sweat were intoxicating.
  "No underwear. Nice." I smiled at him approvingly.
  It was thick. Maybe 6 inches long. Uncut.
  Placing my hands on the small of his back, I slid my fingers into the
waist of his black jeans, and slid them down over his thick legs. He now
stood before me fully undressed. The sheen of perspiration glistened on
his skin.
  "Come over here," I said, pulling him toward a chair. "This will be
better. Sit."
  I knelt between his legs. I swirled my tongue around the skin covering
the head. Pulling it all forward, I stuck my tongue into the opening and
pushed back until I felt the head. Releasing the skin,  slowly I
lubricated the head so I could easily skin it back with less pain for him.

  He moaned softly.
  My pants were soaked with precum at his point. I stood up and tore off
my Levi's to release myself. 
  He reached out and grabbed it as soon as it was free, pulling it
forward, milking out more lube. I stood before him and closed my eyes.  I
heard the chair creak and felt his breath on my cock just briefly, before
he put his mouth around it.
  "Is big," he hushed.
  He took me inside again. His mouth was so warm. His lips glided
effortlessly back and forth over the shaft. I put my hands on his head and
slowly rode his face.
  I pressed my nuts against his mouth and he flicked his tongue across
them very lightly. I shivered.
  He got onto his knees and consumed me from below, taking my testicles
into his mouth, sucking, then slowly releasing. 
  I leaned forward and his tongue headed toward my ass.
  "Damn, papi. God, that feels good," I urged. 
  He forced his tongue between my ass and licked up and down the divide.
  He was now behind me. I reached over and supported myself against the
arms of the chair.
  His tongue was soaking my ass. He poked again and again at the hole,
each time getting his tongue a little further inside. I spread my legs
wide so he could have full access.
  "Eat my ass, Santiago."
  Planting his hands on my waist, separating the flesh of my ass, he
burrowed his tongue all the way into me, continuing to push when there was
no way he could get any  deeper.
  "Comemelo! Comemelo! Mas adentro! " I seethed.
  "Te gusta!? Huh? Te gusta?!"
  Sweat was forming on my forehead.
  "Yes, I love it. Aw, fuck," I moaned.
   I needed to have a taste of him, so I stood up and sat him in the chair
again. Putting my hands under his knees I hoisted those muscular legs in
the air, exposing his ass to me. He grabbed hold of legs and pulled them
back further still. I was free to go at him now. 
  I drove my tongue in and out of his ass, each time harder and harder.
There was little hair and my tongue slid cleanly in and out. I had him
writhing. We were both sweating, our bodies rubbing against one another.
  My dick was aching from being so hard.
  "Follame! Ahora mismo! Put it inside." 
  "Are you sure you want to do this?"
  "Yes, fuck me. Please."
  "But I don't have any..."
  "FUCK ME, gringo!
   He had a look of incredible desire on his face.
  "NOW! Fuck my ass, hard."
  My tongue swabbed his ass again. I shoved it deep inside and let the
spit penetrate his cavity. I milked my cock and  smeared the abundant
precum onto his hole.
  His legs on either side of my head, I placed my shaft against him,
rubbing the perimeter. Locating the center, I pressed into him.
  "Ayyy," he gasped.
  I pulled out the little bit that was in and slowly thrust again. I
disappeared inside his hot ass.
  "Mas."
  Taking his legs into my hands, I spread his legs wide and sunk my dick
into his brown ass. I did not stop this time, not until my pelvis was
against his flesh.
  He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me forcefully into him. I leaned
over and kissed him on the mouth, as I began to pump.
  Our sweat mingled. He tasted of salt.
  A smile of satisfaction spread over his face.
  I began to fuck him harder and harder, our skin slapping together.
  He grunted with my every movement.
  Our breathing grew heavy. 
  "Spit in my mouth," he said.
  I was surprised, "What?"
  "Spit in my mouth! I want you to."
  I placed my face over his mouth. He opened wide and I spat. This really
turned me on, watching him swallow my saliva. I pounded him harder.
  My dick was swelling. We were at a feverish pitch.
  I raised his legs higher and roughly stabbed inside him.
  His ass contracted around my cock. I was ready to blow. 
  "I want that you come on me," he begged.
  "I'm... I'm... I'm....," my breathing grew shallow and rapid.
  He grabbed his engorged cock and started jacking off.
  "I'm gonna... gonna cum," I whispered.
  He pounded his dick faster.
  I withdrew my dick and stroked it twice before the cum shot out. It was
like water, soaking his head and chest. The blasts trailed juice all over
his face.
  "Me vengo! Me vengo! Nnggggghhh." His cock spewed cum into the air. 
  I placed my face over the eruption, feeling the warmth of his cum
moisten my skin.
  It took us several minutes to compose ourselves.
  We looked at each other and laughed. 
  "A mess. I am wet, " said Santiago. "So did you like?"
  "Yeah, yeah, I liked that a lot, " I said contentedly.
  "Yo tambien. Me too." He smiled. "So you are to teach me more, okay?"
  "Yeah, mas. Mucho mas," I grinned. "Now, let's clean up so we can go
home."
 
                                         EL FIN