Teacher's Pet

It was the end of the school year, and Robert Milton could not wait to be out of Lincoln High School for the summer. He had begun to hate his job. The students did not have the same passion for learning as they once had. Well, the majority of them did not. Lane was different.

Lane was his best student. Brilliant for his age, but troubled by family problems. Good thing he was heading off to college away from his abusive mother and her boyfriend. He would do well in life. Robert had faith in him.

The two had developed a sort of big brother/mentor thing in the past two years. Robert hated to think of him leaving, but knew it had to be done for the boy to thrive. Robert knew well that you have to get away from those that hurt you to thrive all too well. His wife of 5 years was abusive and unfaithful. He was in the process of moving from his beautiful house that they shared to a nice 2 bedroom apartment near downtown. He found it foolish to continue living in such a large house alone. He could not believe that he stayed for so long. Having a Borderline Disordered wife was no fun, especially when she poured boiling hot water on his legs while he was sleeping. He knew better the next time he used the word NO. God forbid a woman ever hears the word no. It is the equivalent of the word cunt to them it seems.

Lane had agreed to help him move his things, a bunch of boxes from the basement and garage. Robert wished his father had warned him about marriage. Pretty much for husbands (including Robert and all his married friends) you buy the house but are confined to the basement or garage. The rest of the house is hers. She may give you half of a closet, even though the other half is filled with her fucking shoes. But other than that, you are relegated to the draftiest and darkest parts of the dwelling, of YOUR dwelling. Such bull shit.

Lane arrived just after noon. He was tall and fit. His handsome features made more pronounced by his rather formal dress and glasses. The other students liked Lane, even though he was a "nerd" by most of their standards. In a matter of one summer, Lane's pimply skin had cleared, his squeaky voice had deepened and his lanky skinny body had filled out quite nicely. His peach fuzz covered face made him look like a different person almost. Robert hardly recognized him when he entered home room that fall. The girls were all aflutter and the boys were extremely jealous, intensifying their jokes and hazing. Lane was not afraid to harness his body's new strength and direct it to smashing a few jaws should the need arise, which it had on a few occasions when certain female students decided to use lane as a tool to make their boyfriends jealous. Robert saw flashes of his ex-wife in this behavior. Males were nothing but tools to use for their whims and proxy v******e. He was proud of Lane for not falling for it further.

"Hey Mr. Milton." said Lane, his smiling grey eyes greeting Robert.

"Please Lane, call me Robert, or Robby. We are not on campus."

Lane nodded.

"Help me put these into the truck?" he asked the boy.

They finished loading the truck after several hours and took off. Robert was grateful that Heather had gone to visit her pregnant sister in Arkansas. The less he had to deal with her the better, and since they had no c***dren he was rid of her for good.

They arrived at the apartment and began to unload. It took less time since they didn't have to sort through Heathers things. It was 8pm by the time they had everything unloaded. Robert did not own much. The new furniture had been set up the previous weekend. Robert was happy to be starting new. He felt like celebrating.

They went to pick up a couple pounds of hot wings from a local dive bar and a case of Foster's. They watched The Matrix trilogy and ate and drank. Lane slept over, insisting that his mother did not care if he came home or not. Meeting his mother at the one and only Parent-teacher conference that she ever attended was enough to convince Robert that Lane was right. She did not care about her son.

The next morning, Robert woke and began unpacking. He put on a pot of coffee and fired up some bacon and eggs with toast for Lane when he woke up.

Lane peeled himself off the sofa and had breakfast with Robert. They talked about what college would be like, what to watch out for when renting an apartment, how to save money etc.

After eating, lane called his mother to tell her where he was. She was drunk already and it was only 10:30 am.

Lane decided that he would unpack some of the boxes that were in the living room. He picked the nearest box and found a bunch of photo albums inside. One of them contained Robert's baby pictures. The next was full of photos from Robert's time in college. Him and groups of friends. The last one had a cover made of black leather. Inside it were pictures of Robert and Heather. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. All the photos were nudes. Robert sitting on a couch naked, his hands folded behind his head and his cock sticking straight up. A devilish smile on his younger face. Lane kept turning the pages. Heather spread eagle with cum pouring out of her red swollen pussy. Robert grasping his his spurting cock as he cums, the white stream clearly visible, suspended mid air, his mouth wide open and his face in pure ecstasy. Another with Heather inserting a big black dildo into Robert's ass while sticking her tongue out like Miley Cyrus. Another, a close up of Robert's cock inside Heather's extremely wet pussy. The last one, Robert lying in bed soaked in sweat glaring at the camera, his spent cock shining in the light, his hairy pecs flexed showing the cords of muscle beneath the skin. In this picture, Robert looked the same as he did today. This picture was recent.

Lane was rock hard. He could not stop staring at the naughty look on Robert's face.

Robert leaned over his shoulder.

"Sorry about that k**do. That one belongs in the bedroom, my mistake."

Robert took the album from Lane and walked into the bedroom.

He returned looking embarrassed.

"I can take you home now. I think I can handle the rest."
He took two one hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to Lane. "Thank you for your help, consider this a graduation present." he said as he handed him the second hundred dollar bill.

Lane thanked his former teacher for the gift.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked." Lane said, as he began to put on his shoes.

"It's okay, like I said, it's my fault for putting them in the wrong box."

There was an awkward moment of silence and Lane stood up after tying his shoelaces.

Robert went into the bedroom to get his keys. He would let Lane drive his car while they took the rental truck back and he would drop Lane off after.

He turned around to leave bumped into Lane, who had removed his glasses and shirt. Lane stared at him with those piercing grey eyes. Roberts deep brown eyes stared back.

"Lane, I..."

Lane grabbed him by the waist and kissed him. The boy's hot wet mouth covered his. His slippery tongue dancing with his own. Robert felt a surge of lust, he picked Lane up and carried him to the bed. Lane tore at Robert's shirt and pulled it over the man's head. Robert kissed the soft hairs around Lane's nipples.

"Mr. Milton." Lane half whispered half moaned.

Robert paused his exploration of the boy's chest and armpits.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever done this? You know, with a guy?"

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah, with Alex Granger."

"The captain of the football team?"

Lane nodded yes.

"What?!"

Lane looked up into his teacher's eyes.

"What did he do to you? Did he...?!"

"No, no...I was willing. I was the one who initiated the whole thing. He smacked my wet ass in the locker room and I sort of..well I got hard. I thought he was going to laugh and tell the other guys but he just looked at it and walked away. He followed me home and asked if I could help him study. We fucked."

Robert was very turned on by this.

"Tell me what you did."

"When we got to my room he kissed me."

"Like this?" Robert kissed him gently.

"U-huh." Lane moaned.

"Then what did he do?"
Robert asked as the boy stroked his hairy arms.

"He took off his pants and underwear and put his cock in my mouth."

Robert stood and removed his pants and boxer briefs, still tangy from yesterday's move.

"Like this?" Robert said as he slid his pulsating dick into to the boy's mouth until his pubic hairs were nestled against the boys face.

Lane relaxed his throat and took Robert's meat in hungrily. He bobbed his head up and down and took in the stale sweat scent wafting off his favorite teacher's cock.

Robert took one hand and pulled out his cock.

"Then what did he do?" He asked Lane.

"He sucked my cock."

"Nice try." Robert smiled.

They both laughed.

"You'll take a dildo up your ass but not a cock in your mouth?"
Lane asked.

"You are the one taking the cock. My house, my rules. if you want to be sucked, go find Alex Granger. If you want to be fucked. Stay right here."

Lane had no fucking intentions of leaving.

Robert fished through a box in the closet and produced some anal lube.

Lane positioned himself and spread his legs like Heather in those pictures, revealing his puckered little asshole awaiting Robert's swollen meat.

Robert wet his cock with the slippery stuff and flexed his pecs and arms as he walked over to the boy's waiting man hole. He could see the boy's asshole quivering as he prepared to take his cock. Pre-cum slid down lanes erection.

Robert pressed the fat head of his reddish-purple cock against Lane's incredibly tiny hole. Alex must have been very gentle. Robert would make sure he would carve it out correctly.

Lane squirmed in pain as Robert pushed past his sphincter. Slowly and steadily he dug his way into the hot steaming guts of his favorite pupil. Hot wet silk is what it felt like. Like heaven. Tighter than Heather ever was. Hotter too.

Lane's erection shrank as the pain set in. He squirmed ans moaned, he raised his hand and pushed against Robert's chest.

Robert, who had broken past Lane's 'second sphincter' began to thrust like a bull. He held down the boy's heaving chest as he pumped. Lane was caught in limbo between pain and pleasure. He bit his lips and fought back tears. This man was a far cry from the gentle teacher he had known these past few years. This was the man in the photo who was fucking him, the one covered in sweat and cum and glaring sexily at the camera. An entirely different b**st. A primal, carnal, b**st. A man in the throes of fucking, what men were designed to do.

Robert was born to fuck. He thrust and gyrated his hips in perfect rhythm, slowing when his partner squirmed too much, ramming when he relaxed. he pounded Lane's ass like a drum, his sweat rained down on the boy, who was moving past the pain and actually thrusting back.

The boy's grey eyes focused and teary. Determined to massage every drop of cum from this man's cock with his boy cunt.

Robert with a growl, lifted the boy off the bed and began fucking him standing. He lifted the boy's muscular frame and slammed him down on his cock easily as if he were handling someone as light as a blow up doll. The veins in his neck and forehead stood out as he fucked his first boy-toy. He was bright red in the face and his hair had fallen into his eyes, wet with fuck sweat.

Lane held on tight as this monster taught him how real men fuck. This was no horny jock. this was a man who knew what the fuck he was doing.

Robert sat his little whore down on the floor and pushed the boy to his knees, then on all fours. He positioned himself behind Lane's reddened ass and slid inside the boy, who yelped at the suddenness of the entry, making his pain return. Robert grabbed the flesh of the boy's butt cheeks and began to fuck him hard and fast. He came inside the boy with a roar that faded into a moan as the boy looked back at him. Robert gave that sexy devilish glare and kept on fucking him. He was going to spill every drop of cum he had into him. Robert fucked slowly until his cock swelled inside the boy again. He pulled out and lay on his back in the bed. Lane quickly jumped up and straddled him. He did not need to be told what his daddy wanted. he already knew.

Robert placed his hands behind his head as Lane rode his revived cock, his biceps, beautiful specimens, bulged with veins. Lane, with his hands on his daddy's chest, bounced up and down on the thick cock like he was riding a bull. The boys muscled body tensed and his orgasm sent streams of thick cum shooting all over Robert's abdomen and chest. Lane leaned back on his hands as Robert fucked the remaining spurts of cum out of him. Then He flipped the boy over onto his stomach and buried his cock deep inside him and mercilessly slammed himself in and out of his ass. He let his full weight smash the boy with each thrust and he used his knees to spread the boys legs for deeper access. His thighs smashing against the backs of Lane's thighs sent sweat flying onto the sheets.

Robert's cock burst with hot cum inside his little teacher's pet. He collapsed onto the boy. running his fingers up and down the boy's sides.

Robert woke hours later, his limp cock still rooted deep inside Lane's hole. Robert kissed the boy's back, waking him.

"Take a shower with me for extra credit?"

Lane smiled and buried his face in his pillow as Robert laughed.