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Being attracted to the beautiful physical attributes of teenage boys
is one thing. It is another to have that attraction and be a high school
teacher at the same time. I love teaching and would never do anything to
jeopardize it, but seeing these smooth young men in their physical and
sexual prime makes my life pretty damn difficult. Needless to say, I jack
off nightly to the images of these guys sitting in their desks wearing
nothing but a cute smile and a hard teen cock. It is Lane who manages to
show up in these nightly jack off sessions. What can I say, Lane is a
dream. It is kind of fun to watch how the girls focus their eyes and
attention on him rather than paying attention to me. I find myself
catching glimpses of him as I lecture. My eyes always seem to be drawn to
his young and muscular legs that have just a light touch of hair. I move
up to his arms which ironically are incredibly smooth, yet covered with
veins. A lot of teenage boys shave their arms which at first I thought of
as strange, but now I find completely erotic. You can see his biceps
protruding from the sleeves of his shirt. Shane wears tight T-shirts which
make him all the more desirable. He has well formed pecs and I could only
imagine the abdominals that this boy has on him. Little did I know that I
would soon find out. Lanes' body was to die for and he was gorgeous as
well. Deep brown eyes and dark eyebrows, dimples on both cheeks, and the
whitest teeth I have yet to see. This boys smiles and I get incredibly
hard.
To make things worse, I see Lane twice a day. Not only is he in my
first hour English class, but he is a student aide for me during my prep
hour. Sixth hour I don't have a class, so it is just Lane and I alone in
my classroom. Lane and I get along really well. I love to make him laugh,
as well as steal glimpses of his legs and butt. We joke around a lot and
sometimes get into playful fights that I used to get into with my friends
when I was a teenager. We would be flicking rubber bands at each other or
have water fights and chase each other around the room laughing. He made
me feel young and alive again (even though I am only 29). A few times we
would grab each other and put one another in head locks. I put an end to
that immediately because I got hard the moment his smooth arms would be
wrapped around my neck and my head would be resting in his hard chest. It
was one of those playful fights that allowed my dreams and fantasies to
come true.
I was at my desk grading papers, while Lane sat on the other side of
my desk doing homework. I couldn't really concentrate. Looking at him at
his desk made me uncomfortably hard. I had a great view of his legs and
thighs. I was going crazy. When I finally got back to work I felt
something wet hit my arm and paper. I looked up and Lane was gleeking on
me. When somebody gleeks, they open their mouth and move their tongue in
way that little drops of spit spray out of their mouth. I was in shock and
than started to laugh. I gripped my coffee cup, which only holds water,
and I acted like I was going to throw what was inside on him. I though it
was empty,, but to my surprise, a cup full of water soaked Lane on the face
and shirt. He was in shock, as was I , than again we both started to
laugh. His dimples making me even harder. The front of Lanes shirt was
completely soaked. To my surprise, he took it off. At that moment I
stopped laughing and just stared in amazement. The young body that I have
fantasized about nightly was standing in front of me wearing only shorts,
shoes and socks. Lane was on the football and wrestling teams and had the
most incredible physique. He was reaching into his backpack to pull out
another T-shirt that he had and was going to put on. I just couldn't stop
staring. He had a very smooth chest. His nipples were silky brown and
protruded perfectly from well formed pectorals. His six pack stomach well
proportioned to his chest and he had a little outie belly button. From
there a small trail of light brown hair went down into his boxers which
were sticking out from the top of his tight Jean shorts. Before I realized
it, Lane had pulled his other shirt from his back pack and just stood there
watching me take inventory of his hot body. At that moment I thought my
career was over. This k** was going to run out of the room and tell his
friends. Instead, he asked, "would you like to see more?" I shook my head
no, but the funny thing was, I heard the word "yes" leave my mouth. Lane
just giggled and reached down to unbutton his pants. I couldn't believe
this was happening. I swore to myself that this would never happen. He
bent down and pulled his shorts over his Nikes. He looked so incredible
standing there in his boxers and high tops. His calves were covered with
silky hair and his thighs looked muscular, I thought about walking over and
licking his legs all over. Instead I just sat at my desk, moving closer
and closer to it so he would see my hard cock trying to break free from my
slacks.
Lane stood in front of a student desk and leaned back with his ass
against it. He reached down and rubbed his fingers up and down the bulge
of his cock. He started pressing harder and rubbing it faster. His
semi-hard cock pressed against the material of his boxers. There were
times I could see some of that silky smooth cock trough the piss slit of
his boxers. I could plainly see the head of it start to peek through.
Instead of pulling out, he bent down again and pulled down his boxers, but
instead of standing back up, he turned around and showed me the most
perfect, roundest ass I had ever seen. His hands reached around and gently
rubbed his cheeks. He pulled his ass apart and showed me tight pink hole
with just a few strands of dark hair. God I wanted to stick my tongue so
far up that ass. I couldn't help myself and had to touch my cock. I
thought I would shoot the moment I touched it. I had to unzip my slacks
and rub my cock, which was still covered up by my tighty whities. Lane
slowly stood up and turned around showing me his beautiful hard cock. It
was cut and 6 inches in length. It was as smooth and veiny as his forearms
were. I even found my self comparing the two. There were veins running
the length of his shaft, some of them crisscrossed one another. His cock
stood straight out, but gently pointed up. He had a beautiful black bush
that made his pink smooth cock look even larger than it was and sent
shivers of desire running through me. I looked down at his big, pink
balls, hanging free. He saw me looking at his nuts and ran his finger over
them, feeling the sparse hairs that were dotting the area. He started to
gently pull on his hairs, pulling the skin in all directions. We both were
completely silent. Me staring at his beauty and him watching my face. He
knew I was ferociously stroking my cock which I had freed from my underwear
and now had sticking out of my zipper. My cock was not visible to him,
since the desk blocked his view.
Lane looked down at his cock and I followed his eyes. The head was
red with a little drop of pre-cum glistening on it. He rubbed his thumb
over it, spreading the hot liquid all over. He pressed it between his
thumb and fingers, rubbing it back and forth slowly. Lane quickly jumped
on the desk he was leaning on and spread his legs wide, his cock springing
up and resting against that hot navel. He started rubbing his cock all the
down to his balls. My cock started to jerk in my hand. He could see in my
face I was about to shoot. Lane grabbed and fondled his balls with one
hand and started to stroke his cock with the other. He started stroking
vigorously. I watched his boys nuts move up and down sometimes even
hitting his puckered asshole. I couldn't hold back and came at the sight
of Lane's awesome body writhing in ecstasy. Cum was shot all over the
bottom of my desk. Lane heard me moan and started to stroke harder. He
was sitting on the desk, legs straddling it. I could see his thigh muscles
contract and his nuts move up towards his cock. I watched him stroke his
velvety cock with teenage abandon. My heart skipped when he yelled my name
as he came. Watching him cum made me hard again. His first spasm was so
strong that his hot cum hit him on the chin and than his chest. The
remaining spurts landed on his rippled stomach. He was so hot. What made
him even hotter was that incredible smile he gave me with those deep
dimples begging to be kissed.
I woke up breathing hard, my sheets sweaty and my underwear drenched
in cum. I drove to school that morning disappointed that it was just a
dream, yet thrilled at the fact that I didn't cross the line and that my
job wasn't in jeopardy. When I unlocked the door to my classroom and
turned on the lights I stood paralyzed. Thrown in a pile on my desk was a
T-shirt. I walked over to my desk and picked up the shirt. I put it to my
nose and inhaled the most awesome scent. It was a mixture of Calvin
Klein's Obsession for Men, and dried cum. I sat down at my desk, the shirt
in my hands, a smile on my face, a hard cock in my pants, and the image of
a beautiful teenage boy in my head. What a dream cum true.
is one thing. It is another to have that attraction and be a high school
teacher at the same time. I love teaching and would never do anything to
jeopardize it, but seeing these smooth young men in their physical and
sexual prime makes my life pretty damn difficult. Needless to say, I jack
off nightly to the images of these guys sitting in their desks wearing
nothing but a cute smile and a hard teen cock. It is Lane who manages to
show up in these nightly jack off sessions. What can I say, Lane is a
dream. It is kind of fun to watch how the girls focus their eyes and
attention on him rather than paying attention to me. I find myself
catching glimpses of him as I lecture. My eyes always seem to be drawn to
his young and muscular legs that have just a light touch of hair. I move
up to his arms which ironically are incredibly smooth, yet covered with
veins. A lot of teenage boys shave their arms which at first I thought of
as strange, but now I find completely erotic. You can see his biceps
protruding from the sleeves of his shirt. Shane wears tight T-shirts which
make him all the more desirable. He has well formed pecs and I could only
imagine the abdominals that this boy has on him. Little did I know that I
would soon find out. Lanes' body was to die for and he was gorgeous as
well. Deep brown eyes and dark eyebrows, dimples on both cheeks, and the
whitest teeth I have yet to see. This boys smiles and I get incredibly
hard.
To make things worse, I see Lane twice a day. Not only is he in my
first hour English class, but he is a student aide for me during my prep
hour. Sixth hour I don't have a class, so it is just Lane and I alone in
my classroom. Lane and I get along really well. I love to make him laugh,
as well as steal glimpses of his legs and butt. We joke around a lot and
sometimes get into playful fights that I used to get into with my friends
when I was a teenager. We would be flicking rubber bands at each other or
have water fights and chase each other around the room laughing. He made
me feel young and alive again (even though I am only 29). A few times we
would grab each other and put one another in head locks. I put an end to
that immediately because I got hard the moment his smooth arms would be
wrapped around my neck and my head would be resting in his hard chest. It
was one of those playful fights that allowed my dreams and fantasies to
come true.
I was at my desk grading papers, while Lane sat on the other side of
my desk doing homework. I couldn't really concentrate. Looking at him at
his desk made me uncomfortably hard. I had a great view of his legs and
thighs. I was going crazy. When I finally got back to work I felt
something wet hit my arm and paper. I looked up and Lane was gleeking on
me. When somebody gleeks, they open their mouth and move their tongue in
way that little drops of spit spray out of their mouth. I was in shock and
than started to laugh. I gripped my coffee cup, which only holds water,
and I acted like I was going to throw what was inside on him. I though it
was empty,, but to my surprise, a cup full of water soaked Lane on the face
and shirt. He was in shock, as was I , than again we both started to
laugh. His dimples making me even harder. The front of Lanes shirt was
completely soaked. To my surprise, he took it off. At that moment I
stopped laughing and just stared in amazement. The young body that I have
fantasized about nightly was standing in front of me wearing only shorts,
shoes and socks. Lane was on the football and wrestling teams and had the
most incredible physique. He was reaching into his backpack to pull out
another T-shirt that he had and was going to put on. I just couldn't stop
staring. He had a very smooth chest. His nipples were silky brown and
protruded perfectly from well formed pectorals. His six pack stomach well
proportioned to his chest and he had a little outie belly button. From
there a small trail of light brown hair went down into his boxers which
were sticking out from the top of his tight Jean shorts. Before I realized
it, Lane had pulled his other shirt from his back pack and just stood there
watching me take inventory of his hot body. At that moment I thought my
career was over. This k** was going to run out of the room and tell his
friends. Instead, he asked, "would you like to see more?" I shook my head
no, but the funny thing was, I heard the word "yes" leave my mouth. Lane
just giggled and reached down to unbutton his pants. I couldn't believe
this was happening. I swore to myself that this would never happen. He
bent down and pulled his shorts over his Nikes. He looked so incredible
standing there in his boxers and high tops. His calves were covered with
silky hair and his thighs looked muscular, I thought about walking over and
licking his legs all over. Instead I just sat at my desk, moving closer
and closer to it so he would see my hard cock trying to break free from my
slacks.
Lane stood in front of a student desk and leaned back with his ass
against it. He reached down and rubbed his fingers up and down the bulge
of his cock. He started pressing harder and rubbing it faster. His
semi-hard cock pressed against the material of his boxers. There were
times I could see some of that silky smooth cock trough the piss slit of
his boxers. I could plainly see the head of it start to peek through.
Instead of pulling out, he bent down again and pulled down his boxers, but
instead of standing back up, he turned around and showed me the most
perfect, roundest ass I had ever seen. His hands reached around and gently
rubbed his cheeks. He pulled his ass apart and showed me tight pink hole
with just a few strands of dark hair. God I wanted to stick my tongue so
far up that ass. I couldn't help myself and had to touch my cock. I
thought I would shoot the moment I touched it. I had to unzip my slacks
and rub my cock, which was still covered up by my tighty whities. Lane
slowly stood up and turned around showing me his beautiful hard cock. It
was cut and 6 inches in length. It was as smooth and veiny as his forearms
were. I even found my self comparing the two. There were veins running
the length of his shaft, some of them crisscrossed one another. His cock
stood straight out, but gently pointed up. He had a beautiful black bush
that made his pink smooth cock look even larger than it was and sent
shivers of desire running through me. I looked down at his big, pink
balls, hanging free. He saw me looking at his nuts and ran his finger over
them, feeling the sparse hairs that were dotting the area. He started to
gently pull on his hairs, pulling the skin in all directions. We both were
completely silent. Me staring at his beauty and him watching my face. He
knew I was ferociously stroking my cock which I had freed from my underwear
and now had sticking out of my zipper. My cock was not visible to him,
since the desk blocked his view.
Lane looked down at his cock and I followed his eyes. The head was
red with a little drop of pre-cum glistening on it. He rubbed his thumb
over it, spreading the hot liquid all over. He pressed it between his
thumb and fingers, rubbing it back and forth slowly. Lane quickly jumped
on the desk he was leaning on and spread his legs wide, his cock springing
up and resting against that hot navel. He started rubbing his cock all the
down to his balls. My cock started to jerk in my hand. He could see in my
face I was about to shoot. Lane grabbed and fondled his balls with one
hand and started to stroke his cock with the other. He started stroking
vigorously. I watched his boys nuts move up and down sometimes even
hitting his puckered asshole. I couldn't hold back and came at the sight
of Lane's awesome body writhing in ecstasy. Cum was shot all over the
bottom of my desk. Lane heard me moan and started to stroke harder. He
was sitting on the desk, legs straddling it. I could see his thigh muscles
contract and his nuts move up towards his cock. I watched him stroke his
velvety cock with teenage abandon. My heart skipped when he yelled my name
as he came. Watching him cum made me hard again. His first spasm was so
strong that his hot cum hit him on the chin and than his chest. The
remaining spurts landed on his rippled stomach. He was so hot. What made
him even hotter was that incredible smile he gave me with those deep
dimples begging to be kissed.
I woke up breathing hard, my sheets sweaty and my underwear drenched
in cum. I drove to school that morning disappointed that it was just a
dream, yet thrilled at the fact that I didn't cross the line and that my
job wasn't in jeopardy. When I unlocked the door to my classroom and
turned on the lights I stood paralyzed. Thrown in a pile on my desk was a
T-shirt. I walked over to my desk and picked up the shirt. I put it to my
nose and inhaled the most awesome scent. It was a mixture of Calvin
Klein's Obsession for Men, and dried cum. I sat down at my desk, the shirt
in my hands, a smile on my face, a hard cock in my pants, and the image of
a beautiful teenage boy in my head. What a dream cum true.
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