Paul was thrilled. He finally managed to get out of math class. Now he could sneak out with her friends a whole hour before lunch.
He turned down the lobby of the gorgeous hotel and spotted Mr. De Leon, the principal, headed in his direction. He stopped in his tracks. His face was set in an evil grimace and he was glancing side to side as he stormed down the lobby. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Paul didn't want it to be him.
He took a shortcut through the private pool of the hotel to avoid him and not risk detention for skipping his seminar that is happening in the hotel. Just before he looked in his direction he ducked through the private pool door and stood with his back pressed against the wall and watched through the small windows set in the doors as he walked past.
He was holding his breath and let it out in one big sigh of relief. He started to walk across the private pool to the doors at the other end when he heard a voice shout, "Paul!" and froze.
But when he turned, it wasn't DeLeon, but Jim Lima, the seminar teacher.
"Are you planning to come to the seminar today?" he asked, as he strode toward him with his arms swinging at his sides.
"I was thinking about it," Paul said.
"You sure you're not thinking about other things?"
"Like what?"
"Like girls or maybe gays."
Paul put his hands on his hips, turning his big, innocent eyes up to him.
"Mr. Lima, do you think all I care about are girls, gays and sex?"
"Yes. I see you watching all the girls and even the gays. I know."
Paul grinned. "What else do you know?"
"Oh, I know a thing or two."
Paul stepped closer to him. "Oh, yeah? I know a thing or two about you, too."
He lowered his voice. "Like what?"
"Like how much you like to look at boys. Especially me."
His eyebrows went up, but he remained cool. Most of the boys he knew broke into a nervous sweat when he confronted them with the possibility of sex. Lima's unexpected reaction intrigued him.
"I know how much you like to look at my front when I wear trunks in swimming class."
He chuckled and looked around.
"You don't miss much, do you?"
"Not much."
"I do like your front. I like it so much more when you bend over."
Paul was shocked by something so bold from a teacher. He struggled to look as cool as he was, even though on the inside he was so turned on his cock was beginning to get hard.
"What do you see when I bend over?"
He glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard penis.
"I see an ass that begs to be touched," he said, grabbing his crotch.
His cock swelled in his pants, like a long banana stuffed in his pocket.
Paul squirmed in hi tight jeans. He licked his lips. Anything was better than being busted by DeLeon. He put his hand on his crotch and rubbed it. He stiffened. His hands dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching.
"Do you want to do it with me?" he whispered, and stroked his hand up the inside of his thigh and over the rigid bulge.
His fingers started to work down the zipper of his pants.
"Not here," he whispered, stopping him. "Come on."
He took his hand and led him out the private pool and across the hallway to one of the private cabana, with the words Steamy Cabana printed on the door, which he unlocked and opened. Paul was about to reach for the front of his pants again, but noticed a group of people sitting along the wall in the adjacent corridor, eating their lunches. One guy caught his eye just as he turned away and followed Lima into the office.
"I wanna see your cock," Paul gasped, pinning Litton against the door as soon as he locked it.
Immediately his hands were pulling off his shirt and ripping open his pants.
"Why don't you give me a blow job?"
"I will, as soon as I get your pants off."
For some reason, he was having difficulty with the zipper on the front of his pants. He couldn't remember ever having so much trouble getting at a cock, but his damn pants were frustrating the hell out of him.
"Goddamn it, what the hell's wrong with your pants? I can't get them open," he said.
"Let me get it, you just take your clothes off."
Paul stepped back and he yanked his zipper down and his pants hit the floor. His face lit up when his dick jumped out. He fell to his knees in front of him, taking it deep into his mouth.
"Oh, Paul," Lima moaned, putting his hand on top of his head. "You make me feel more like a man than any other woman I've ever met."
Paul ignored his inane jabber and sucked. He didn't care what he felt, he just wanted his cock in hi mouth. He put a hand around each of his legs to help him bob his head and keep his mouth around his pole. Each time he went down, his balls slapped against his chin and the head of his cock touched the back of his throat. It wasn't nearly as long as Ethan's, but at the moment it was just fine.
Moaning with joy and mumbling something about being in paradise, Lima closed his hands around the sides of Paul's head, pressing in on his ears and holding him firmly. He let him hold his head and moaned. He didn't want him to cum in his mouth right away and go soft on him.
He pulled his cock out of his mouth and licked his way up his body, stopping at his bellybutton and his nipples. His tongue weaved like a pink snake through the dark hair on his chest.
"If DeLeon found out what we were doing right now, he'd fire me and kick you out of school," he said.
Paul pumped his dick in his hand.
"So don't tell him. Let him get his own boy to fuck with. I bet he's got his hands on more boys in
this school than all the girls and gays in the football team."
He rubbed his crotch against his thigh and he squeezed his buuttcheek. He put his hand on his ass and pulled him tight against his body.
Lima raised his shirt when he turned away and strutted the few feet to the cabana's table. He leaned over it, facing away from him, and arched his back while he pushed his jeans down, exposing his ass. The waist band of his jeans slid down over the round curve of his hips, revealing the tight,brief he was wearing. He looked back over his shoulder to see how good his ass looked, and noticed how his hair fell down his bare back almost to the edge of his brief.
With his jeans down to his knees, he hooked a finger under the edge of his brief and tugged. The elastic waistband stretched down and the rest of his brief followed, revealing his bare, white ass.
"Oh good God," Lima mumbled.
Paul turned his eyes up to his, still looking back over his shoulder, with a pout on his lips. He bent forward a little more to let him see just a hint of his hard-on cock hiding between his thighs. He was warm and as wet. He looked at his cock. It looked hard enough to drill through a concrete wall.
"Would you mind?" Paul whispered in a breathy, sexy, little girl's voice. "I have a little itch down there and I just can't reach it."
"I'd be glad to help you out, young gay," he said, sauntering towards him as if being led by his dick.
Paul giggled. Lima positioned himself right up to his ass and held his hips with one hand while he used the other to put the tip of his cock into his ass.
"Little gays like you shouldn't talk to big strangers like me. It might get you in a lot of trouble."
Paul spread his legs a bit wider and moaned as he pushed his mouth into his cock. He leaned on his elbows on the table and let his hair fall over his face.
"I like this kind of trouble," he moaned, twisting his hips.
"I bet you do." Paul moaned even louder as Lima continously blowjob his cock. He then asked Paul to trun around to begin his thrusting to his ass.
His cock plunged into his asshole. He held his slim waist and pressed his groin firmly against his ass. Paul pressed back.
He listened to his heavy breathing and happy grunts and watched their reflection in the glass wall door behind the table. He smiled, amused by the cute expression on his face. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, like he had just come out of a shower. His eyes were squeezed shut, which wrinkled his forehead like an old dirt road, and his lips made funny little puckering motions, all twisted and screwed up. He had a funny way of breathing in small, controlled, regulated puffs, as if he was running a marathon and needed to conserve his energy. He pumped very steadily, very regularly, and it felt very good, good enough to make him want to keep this up for a long time.
He liked the way he screwed and was glad he had taken this opportunity to make it with a man he had wanted like this for almost three years. If he had known when he was just a freshman how easy it would be to get inside his pants, he could have done this much sooner.
He thought back to the first day of seminar on his freshman year, when he met Jim Lima for the first time. He remembered the way he caught his attention when he walked in by lifting and moving the band podium, something everyone else in school considered to be immovable because of its size and weight and he put it out of the way on his own without breaking a sweat. The powerful, bulging muscles in his legs and arms made his insides quiver that day, and since then he'd always wanted to put his hands on those muscles.
His hands were squeezing his hips. He quickened his pace, pumping him harder like he was close to cumming. He was panting and moaning, tightening and releasing his grip on the edge of the table. His hard thrusts rocked his back and forth on the balls of his feet like he was a tall pole in a strong wind. His short moans grew quicker than his thrusts, and then he began to squeal. At the same time, his steady, regular pumping became long, hard strokes, until he felt streams of warm, thick cum gushing from the end of his cock. His hips slapped his ass and he gritted his teeth, grunting each time.
He finished and breathed a long sigh of relief. Paul was breathing hard, but he was hardly worked up. He continued to poke his dick around inside him and he continued to crank his hips. His sperm churned deep inside him, making him feel warm and relaxed all over.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed.
Paul rested his chin in his palms with a satisfied grin, while he rubbed his ass and slowly stroked his ass with his cock. He reached under and squeezed his cock.
"You better get back to the seminar now," he whispered in his ear.
"I am in class. I'm in sex-ed."
He pushed his ass up a little higher and thought he felt his cock growing hard again.
"You're a horny fucking little boy."
He began to fuck him faster.
"I'm not a little boy. Oh!" he gasped.
He was hard again and he was going to make him cum.
"Oh, my. Oh, yes, Mr. Lima," he moaned, biting his lip and clawing at the desk.
He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned long and loud, absently wondering if the people out in the hall could hear them.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned again, squirting more cum into his ass.
They froze together in position, neither of them moaning, just breathing hard and both of them had their eyes closed.
"One more time?" Paul asked, trying to catch his breath.
"More? You got enough cum in you now to impregnate half the boys in this school."
He looked back over his shoulder with a smile.
He pulled his wet cock out with a loud slurp and stuffed it back into his pants.
Paul remained leaning over the desk with his ass in the air. The cool air against his warm ass felt nice.
"How old are you?"
Paul laughed and stood up. "Eighteen."
"Jesus, I'm fucked."
"So am I," Paul said nonchalantly, checking the flow of sperm from his ass. "You did give me a lot," he said, with his hand between his thighs. "This is gonna feel good all day."
He slowly pulled his brief up while he stood by the door and watched. He pulled fabric snug against his crotch and his sperm quickly soaked through, making a large, dark stain. He pulled his tight jeans up over his hips, swaying his hips from side to side to slide them on. He pulled his shirt back down. In only moments there was a small wet stain in the crotch of his jeans.
"Anytime you want some more of that sperm, you just stop by and tell me. My dick's always hard for you," he said.
Paul smiled and reached between his legs.
"Goddamn, it is hard. You're like a fountain of sperm, aren't you?"
He was just about to get down and suck his cock again, but he opened the door and the people sitting out in the hallway looked up at them. He quickly took a serious attitude to hide what they were really doing.
"Thank you, Mr. Lima," he said and walked away just as the lunch bell rang and all the students jumped up to go to their next seminar.
He turned down the lobby of the gorgeous hotel and spotted Mr. De Leon, the principal, headed in his direction. He stopped in his tracks. His face was set in an evil grimace and he was glancing side to side as he stormed down the lobby. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Paul didn't want it to be him.
He took a shortcut through the private pool of the hotel to avoid him and not risk detention for skipping his seminar that is happening in the hotel. Just before he looked in his direction he ducked through the private pool door and stood with his back pressed against the wall and watched through the small windows set in the doors as he walked past.
He was holding his breath and let it out in one big sigh of relief. He started to walk across the private pool to the doors at the other end when he heard a voice shout, "Paul!" and froze.
But when he turned, it wasn't DeLeon, but Jim Lima, the seminar teacher.
"Are you planning to come to the seminar today?" he asked, as he strode toward him with his arms swinging at his sides.
"I was thinking about it," Paul said.
"You sure you're not thinking about other things?"
"Like what?"
"Like girls or maybe gays."
Paul put his hands on his hips, turning his big, innocent eyes up to him.
"Mr. Lima, do you think all I care about are girls, gays and sex?"
"Yes. I see you watching all the girls and even the gays. I know."
Paul grinned. "What else do you know?"
"Oh, I know a thing or two."
Paul stepped closer to him. "Oh, yeah? I know a thing or two about you, too."
He lowered his voice. "Like what?"
"Like how much you like to look at boys. Especially me."
His eyebrows went up, but he remained cool. Most of the boys he knew broke into a nervous sweat when he confronted them with the possibility of sex. Lima's unexpected reaction intrigued him.
"I know how much you like to look at my front when I wear trunks in swimming class."
He chuckled and looked around.
"You don't miss much, do you?"
"Not much."
"I do like your front. I like it so much more when you bend over."
Paul was shocked by something so bold from a teacher. He struggled to look as cool as he was, even though on the inside he was so turned on his cock was beginning to get hard.
"What do you see when I bend over?"
He glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard penis.
"I see an ass that begs to be touched," he said, grabbing his crotch.
His cock swelled in his pants, like a long banana stuffed in his pocket.
Paul squirmed in hi tight jeans. He licked his lips. Anything was better than being busted by DeLeon. He put his hand on his crotch and rubbed it. He stiffened. His hands dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching.
"Do you want to do it with me?" he whispered, and stroked his hand up the inside of his thigh and over the rigid bulge.
His fingers started to work down the zipper of his pants.
"Not here," he whispered, stopping him. "Come on."
He took his hand and led him out the private pool and across the hallway to one of the private cabana, with the words Steamy Cabana printed on the door, which he unlocked and opened. Paul was about to reach for the front of his pants again, but noticed a group of people sitting along the wall in the adjacent corridor, eating their lunches. One guy caught his eye just as he turned away and followed Lima into the office.
"I wanna see your cock," Paul gasped, pinning Litton against the door as soon as he locked it.
Immediately his hands were pulling off his shirt and ripping open his pants.
"Why don't you give me a blow job?"
"I will, as soon as I get your pants off."
For some reason, he was having difficulty with the zipper on the front of his pants. He couldn't remember ever having so much trouble getting at a cock, but his damn pants were frustrating the hell out of him.
"Goddamn it, what the hell's wrong with your pants? I can't get them open," he said.
"Let me get it, you just take your clothes off."
Paul stepped back and he yanked his zipper down and his pants hit the floor. His face lit up when his dick jumped out. He fell to his knees in front of him, taking it deep into his mouth.
"Oh, Paul," Lima moaned, putting his hand on top of his head. "You make me feel more like a man than any other woman I've ever met."
Paul ignored his inane jabber and sucked. He didn't care what he felt, he just wanted his cock in hi mouth. He put a hand around each of his legs to help him bob his head and keep his mouth around his pole. Each time he went down, his balls slapped against his chin and the head of his cock touched the back of his throat. It wasn't nearly as long as Ethan's, but at the moment it was just fine.
Moaning with joy and mumbling something about being in paradise, Lima closed his hands around the sides of Paul's head, pressing in on his ears and holding him firmly. He let him hold his head and moaned. He didn't want him to cum in his mouth right away and go soft on him.
He pulled his cock out of his mouth and licked his way up his body, stopping at his bellybutton and his nipples. His tongue weaved like a pink snake through the dark hair on his chest.
"If DeLeon found out what we were doing right now, he'd fire me and kick you out of school," he said.
Paul pumped his dick in his hand.
"So don't tell him. Let him get his own boy to fuck with. I bet he's got his hands on more boys in
this school than all the girls and gays in the football team."
He rubbed his crotch against his thigh and he squeezed his buuttcheek. He put his hand on his ass and pulled him tight against his body.
Lima raised his shirt when he turned away and strutted the few feet to the cabana's table. He leaned over it, facing away from him, and arched his back while he pushed his jeans down, exposing his ass. The waist band of his jeans slid down over the round curve of his hips, revealing the tight,brief he was wearing. He looked back over his shoulder to see how good his ass looked, and noticed how his hair fell down his bare back almost to the edge of his brief.
With his jeans down to his knees, he hooked a finger under the edge of his brief and tugged. The elastic waistband stretched down and the rest of his brief followed, revealing his bare, white ass.
"Oh good God," Lima mumbled.
Paul turned his eyes up to his, still looking back over his shoulder, with a pout on his lips. He bent forward a little more to let him see just a hint of his hard-on cock hiding between his thighs. He was warm and as wet. He looked at his cock. It looked hard enough to drill through a concrete wall.
"Would you mind?" Paul whispered in a breathy, sexy, little girl's voice. "I have a little itch down there and I just can't reach it."
"I'd be glad to help you out, young gay," he said, sauntering towards him as if being led by his dick.
Paul giggled. Lima positioned himself right up to his ass and held his hips with one hand while he used the other to put the tip of his cock into his ass.
"Little gays like you shouldn't talk to big strangers like me. It might get you in a lot of trouble."
Paul spread his legs a bit wider and moaned as he pushed his mouth into his cock. He leaned on his elbows on the table and let his hair fall over his face.
"I like this kind of trouble," he moaned, twisting his hips.
"I bet you do." Paul moaned even louder as Lima continously blowjob his cock. He then asked Paul to trun around to begin his thrusting to his ass.
His cock plunged into his asshole. He held his slim waist and pressed his groin firmly against his ass. Paul pressed back.
He listened to his heavy breathing and happy grunts and watched their reflection in the glass wall door behind the table. He smiled, amused by the cute expression on his face. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, like he had just come out of a shower. His eyes were squeezed shut, which wrinkled his forehead like an old dirt road, and his lips made funny little puckering motions, all twisted and screwed up. He had a funny way of breathing in small, controlled, regulated puffs, as if he was running a marathon and needed to conserve his energy. He pumped very steadily, very regularly, and it felt very good, good enough to make him want to keep this up for a long time.
He liked the way he screwed and was glad he had taken this opportunity to make it with a man he had wanted like this for almost three years. If he had known when he was just a freshman how easy it would be to get inside his pants, he could have done this much sooner.
He thought back to the first day of seminar on his freshman year, when he met Jim Lima for the first time. He remembered the way he caught his attention when he walked in by lifting and moving the band podium, something everyone else in school considered to be immovable because of its size and weight and he put it out of the way on his own without breaking a sweat. The powerful, bulging muscles in his legs and arms made his insides quiver that day, and since then he'd always wanted to put his hands on those muscles.
His hands were squeezing his hips. He quickened his pace, pumping him harder like he was close to cumming. He was panting and moaning, tightening and releasing his grip on the edge of the table. His hard thrusts rocked his back and forth on the balls of his feet like he was a tall pole in a strong wind. His short moans grew quicker than his thrusts, and then he began to squeal. At the same time, his steady, regular pumping became long, hard strokes, until he felt streams of warm, thick cum gushing from the end of his cock. His hips slapped his ass and he gritted his teeth, grunting each time.
He finished and breathed a long sigh of relief. Paul was breathing hard, but he was hardly worked up. He continued to poke his dick around inside him and he continued to crank his hips. His sperm churned deep inside him, making him feel warm and relaxed all over.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed.
Paul rested his chin in his palms with a satisfied grin, while he rubbed his ass and slowly stroked his ass with his cock. He reached under and squeezed his cock.
"You better get back to the seminar now," he whispered in his ear.
"I am in class. I'm in sex-ed."
He pushed his ass up a little higher and thought he felt his cock growing hard again.
"You're a horny fucking little boy."
He began to fuck him faster.
"I'm not a little boy. Oh!" he gasped.
He was hard again and he was going to make him cum.
"Oh, my. Oh, yes, Mr. Lima," he moaned, biting his lip and clawing at the desk.
He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned long and loud, absently wondering if the people out in the hall could hear them.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned again, squirting more cum into his ass.
They froze together in position, neither of them moaning, just breathing hard and both of them had their eyes closed.
"One more time?" Paul asked, trying to catch his breath.
"More? You got enough cum in you now to impregnate half the boys in this school."
He looked back over his shoulder with a smile.
He pulled his wet cock out with a loud slurp and stuffed it back into his pants.
Paul remained leaning over the desk with his ass in the air. The cool air against his warm ass felt nice.
"How old are you?"
Paul laughed and stood up. "Eighteen."
"Jesus, I'm fucked."
"So am I," Paul said nonchalantly, checking the flow of sperm from his ass. "You did give me a lot," he said, with his hand between his thighs. "This is gonna feel good all day."
He slowly pulled his brief up while he stood by the door and watched. He pulled fabric snug against his crotch and his sperm quickly soaked through, making a large, dark stain. He pulled his tight jeans up over his hips, swaying his hips from side to side to slide them on. He pulled his shirt back down. In only moments there was a small wet stain in the crotch of his jeans.
"Anytime you want some more of that sperm, you just stop by and tell me. My dick's always hard for you," he said.
Paul smiled and reached between his legs.
"Goddamn, it is hard. You're like a fountain of sperm, aren't you?"
He was just about to get down and suck his cock again, but he opened the door and the people sitting out in the hallway looked up at them. He quickly took a serious attitude to hide what they were really doing.
"Thank you, Mr. Lima," he said and walked away just as the lunch bell rang and all the students jumped up to go to their next seminar.
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