A Lesson for the Teacher
An emphatic whip-poor-will resonated throughout the shabby chic country home. Danny wiped his palms on his jeans. God, I hope he wants this as much as I do. When he opened the door, he lost his wits. He’d been expecting Sebastian, but the sight of the most handsome man he’d ever seen, standing there on his porch with his meadow green eyes, soft brown hair, and the nicest set of pecs Danny’d ever noticed on a high school teacher, left Danny somewhat speechless.
Beaming that beautiful hundred-watt smile through the screen door at Danny, Sebastian held out a Tupperware container. “Dark Chocolate Raspberry Brownies?”
Danny swung open the door, making the springs cry out. “Great. They’ll compliment the smoked brisket and tater salad nicely. C’mon in.” Danny took the brownies from Sebastian and led him to the kitchen. “I’m almost ready. Just finished packin’ up the picnic basket now.”
“That’s one heckuva doorbell you have.” Sebastian’s voice danced along Danny’s skin like soothing raindrops.
“Ya like that? That’s my whippoorwill. Let’s just say that when I have company a little birdie tells me so.”
Turning without missing a beat, Danny walked backwards. “What will be your pleasure? I’ve got tea, lemonade, and ice water.” Spinning back around, he placed the brownies on the kitchen counter. “Or, you can have some beer or wine.”
“Hmm…I’ll have a-” Sebastian struggled to get his words out.
“Can’t make up your mind? No problem. Beer it is. Grab a six-pack outta the fridge and two cozies from atop, would ya? We’re ready to head out back.” Danny grabbed the picnic basket from the White Oak dining table and waited at the backdoor, smiling from ear to ear.
“You know, I’m usually the one giving the orders in my classroom.” Sebastian’s rhetoric stirred Danny’s satisfaction.
“Well, Teach, just consider this my classroom then.” Danny turned the knob to crack the door with his free hand and toed it open so he could swing the heavy basket through the narrow door. “Oh, Bastian, I can call you Bastian, right? In my classroom, you can kick off those shoes. Your choice.”
“I think I’m going to like it here. Might have to visit more often. And, yes. Please. Call me Bastian.” Sebastian grabbed the beer and cozies and kicked off his shoes by the door.
Danny laughed and shook his head. “No no no.” He put the basket on the floor and ordered, “Raise one foot. Okay. Raise the other.”
“Hey…that tickles.” Sebastian chuckled as Danny slid off his socks. “Ahhh. Better, huh? Wait till you feel the plush St. Augustine between your toes.”
“One step at a time, country bumpkin. I’m a tenderfoot.” Sebastian winked as he tippy-toed through the door.
“You have a nice place here.” Sebastian put a beer in each cozy and placed the rest of the beer at one end of the picnic table. He wiggled his toes into the grass and sighed. “Yeah. Real nice.”
“The kids seem to think so too.” Danny spoke softly as he put the brisket and potato salad in the center of the table.
“Kids?” Sebastian almost choked on his own words.
The look on Sebastian’s face prompted Danny to throw his head back and give a deep belly laugh.
“Oh, good grief, Bastian. My nieces and nephews!” Danny’s arms splayed before him. “What? Did you think this tree house, picnic table, and tire swing was for me?”
Sebastian laughed. “Well yeah. There for a minute I thought you had kids.”
Yeah. I’ll show you kids. Danny’s thoughts sent his mind reeling. Without another word, Danny walked over to Sebastian and looked right into his eyes. “I’ve got something for you. But it ain’t kids.”
Danny gripped Sebastian’s hips tightly and gave a hard tug, pinning their pricks between them. “If you play hard at recess, you get more meat at lunch.”
Sebastian’s hands immediately went into motion, peeling clothes left and right and sending them flying across the yard. Before Danny could blink, Sebastian sank to his knees and took his lover’s half-erect cock into his mouth.
“Oh Jesus! Your mouth is so warm. It feels so damn good.” Danny’s cock grew to full length as Sebastian’s throat stretched around it. Danny could see tears of pleasure escaping his lover’s eyes from the pressure caused with each thrust.
“You like that fat cock, doncha?” Danny guided Sebastian to his feet with a hand on each side of his lover’s head. “Bastian, even a teacher can learn something new.”
Sebastian nodded with pleading eyes. “Teach me.”
Danny meshed his body with Sebastian’s and walked him backwards to the tractor tire hanging from a rope, allowing his tongue to explore the very depths of Sebastian’s mouth, making him his apprentice.
Cupping Sebastian’s jaw, Danny instructed his lover. “Sit in the tire like a swing and let your ass hang off.”
Sebastian’s eyes lit up with desire as he heeded his instructor.
Now, with lifted legs, Sebastian was like putty in Danny’s hands. “If you wanna be a good teacher, you have to be a good student. Relax those ass muscles.”
Danny let spit run from his mouth into Sebastian’s ass cheeks. Holding Sebastian’s legs spread-eagle, Danny continued his lesson. “Rub that hole if you don’t want this to hurt. Yeah, that’s it…one finger…then two.” Danny coached. “C’mon…one more.”
Danny watched Sebastian’s abdomen tighten from the strain of holding himself up. Sebastian’s asshole dilated and retracted as his fingers disappeared, only to reappear with each probe of his three fingers.
The grunts and groans were like kerosene on fire. Danny’s cock throbbed to match his desire.
“Real nice. Now, move your hand and hold on to the tire.” Danny spit again, coating his own pulsing flesh. Pressing the smooth thick head to the Sebastian’s slick hole, Danny drew a gasp from his student. “I hope you’re ready for this. If you followed instructions well, this should feel really good.”
“Unngggghh. Oh…fuck. Yesss!” Danny watched Sebastian’s knuckles turn white as his grip tightened on the rim of the tire. Danny’s nuts smacked his lover’s ass cheeks. In one thrust, he drove his lesson home.
“I told you to be ready. Ya never know when there’s gonna be a pop quiz.” Danny pounded Sebastian’s ass with all his might. Pinning Sebastian’s hands to the tire, Danny used the swing to his advantage. With each push and pull of the tire, Danny's fat prick slipped in and out. Danny knew his pecs were rigid and glistening in the sun, making him feel like a god, a king in his class room.
Sebastian didn’t need any further stimulation. Danny pounding his ass, commanding him, controlling him…Danny ensured the pleasure for Bastian was immense. Sebastian sent proof of his lesson learned streaming through the air, coating his belly and leaving a rope of his own dangling from the tire.
Seeing the proof of Sebastian’s release pleased Danny. His nut sack drew up with anticipation. He grunted as his throbbing cock swelled inside his lover’s asshole and he plunged his engorged cock into the tight heat gripping him.
One final stroke and Danny felt Sebastian’s ass milking his prick for every last drop of country seed.
“That was one helluva recess, Bastian. I do believe you worked up an appetite.” Danny let his softening cock slip from Sebastian’s hole.
“I can go for a brisket sandwich, but fuck them brownies. I’ve already had dessert.” Sebastian let his head hang back in exhaustion.
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