Betrayal
Jose was especially cruel with Matthew. He had hammered into the kid for more than an hour. The Latin heartthrob would bring the teen to the brink, stop, continue at a slow pace, then speed up again. He did this despite the kid begging him to let him cum.
“Jose, please ….”
“Tell me you love it.”
“I love it … in me.”
Jose’s thrusts, which were relentless and unending, began to speed up until the kid finally came without touching himself.
Matthew, who was drenched in sweat, wiped off the beads of sweat from his face.
"You called me Tom."
"What …?"
"You called me Tom when we were fucking."
"I'm sorry, Jose."
"How do I compare to him?"
"We haven't done it yet."
"You're kidding me, right? With a body like yours and he hasn't touched you yet?"
"We haven't fucked. I've given him head, but we haven't fucked."
"Does he reciprocate?"
"No," admitted Matthew.
“You must really like him.”
The truth was, Matthew was infatuated with his teacher.
"Jose, when did you lose your virginity?"
"I was 15 and she wanted to be my girlfriend. We did it in the disabled bathroom at school. My uncle and aunt got called to the principal’s office, and I never saw her again."
"And when was your first time with a guy?"
"I was 16. It was right after my parents were killed. We were undocumented immigrants and some vigilante group told us to go back to our country …."
"I'm sorry, Jose. I didn't mean to bring that up."
"It's okay. Life and death are predestined. My parents lost their chance to escape because they protected me. If I can live a good life, then they can be at peace.”
“Your parents would be proud of you,” added Matthew.
Jose had a tragic past. He was made an orphan from cruelty and injustice. No wonder his uncle and aunt took care of him so well. No wonder he was so loyal to them.
"Was he at least cute?" asked Matthew.
"Of course. All the guys I sleep with are cute."
"Yeah? You think I'm cute?"
"I think the way you open your mouth when I fuck you is cute."
After glaring at his Latin friend, Matthew noticed that Jose was playing with himself, moving the foreskin back and forth. It was mesmerizing to watch. Leaning over, the kid took in Jose’s massive cock. Then, after blowing it for some time, he got on top to ride it.
"Who … were you fucking before me?” asked Matthew, while Jose pounded him. “That person … must be very … unhappy now."
"What makes you think ... I'm still not fucking them?”
"You two timing ... bastard!" cried Matthew, as he felt Jose’s large shaft fill him.”
Matthew feared becoming someone else’s bitch. He wanted a relationship, not a situationship. Yet he was guilty himself, for he had never really given his heart away before … until now.
* * * * *
Love hurts. And when you love someone, you do everything you can for that person. So when Matthew received an invitation from his teacher to come over, there was no doubt in his mind what he would do.
Professor Hubbard was washing his truck when the kid arrived. Almost immediately, Matthew rolled up his sleeves and got to work. Before long, the two end up spraying water at each other, playing a game of who could get the other person more wet. Perhaps too easily, the kid loses.
"Do you mind if I shower first?" asked Matthew.
"Hand me your clothes. I'll dry them for you."
Jose had been especially rough with Matthew lately. Yet it was worth it, for the kid was no longer inexperienced when it came to men. As he cleaned himself, Matthew thought about what he was prepared to do for his crush.
When the kid descended the stairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Professor Hubbard could not take his eyes off Matthew. The last time he saw the kid in a towel was at the hotel near the beach. At that time, Matthew refused to take the towel off. Up until now, despite getting blown several times, Professor Hubbard regretfully still hadn’t seen the kid naked yet.
"I feel like we've been in this situation before,” said Professor Hubbard.
“Have we?”
“The last time you were wearing a towel … you chose to keep it on.”
“Should I make it up to you?”
“You definitely should.”
Matthew paused before his fingers fumbled with the end of the towel, which eventually came off. He was now completely nude.
Professor Hubbard glanced down and his eyes widened. The kid was hung, at least eight inches.
“Are you happy now?”
Professor Hubbard nodded and continued to stare.
The college student took the initiative and planted a kiss on his teacher’s neck, then the side of his face. But when he went in for a legitimate kiss on the lips, Matthew was held back at the last moment.
Instead, Professor Hubbard directed his student to get on his knees.
Matthew stared at his teacher as he unzipped and pulled out his throbbing cock. It was large and menacing.
The kid licked the swollen head, causing his teacher to moan in appreciation. Then he gradually swallowed the shaft. After several repeated tries, the boy managed to stretch his lips to the hilt. Wet and glistening, the older man’s cock emerged from his mouth, before he deep throated it again.
Professor Hubbard found it fascinating to watch his student take it all in. Women had tried and failed before, but he could see that Matthew really wanted to please him. This went on for some time until he was ready for the main course.
“Can I fuck you?”
Matthew was surprised at the request but nodded his head. He was ready to take the next step in their situationship ….
Professor Hubbard felt the kid's backside and even slapped his bubble butt, before bending him over the dining room table. Then he gloved up.
Entering the kid from behind, Professor Hubbard felt the anal cavity grip his cock.
“How does it feel?” asked Matthew, as he gritted his teeth.
“Incredible. Much tighter … than a woman.”
Professor Hubbard held the kid’s waist and continued to thrust harder and faster. All the way in, then all the way out, pounding his student mercilessly.
TWENTY minutes later, Professor Hubbard reached the point of no return. Although he thought he would last longer, it felt too good.
“Fuck, Matthew. That was good.”
* * * * *
Sometimes love works in mysterious ways, sometimes love hurts more than anything. After an uneventful four-hour shift at the restaurant, Matthew drove back to pick up his book bag. He had left it at his teacher’s house.
Matthew couldn’t wait to see his crush again. However, his excitement ended abruptly when a scantily-clad girl answered the door. He recognized the shirt she was wearing. Behind her was his teacher, who was shirtless and had come to see who it was.
“Sorry … I think I have the wrong house.”
Matthew felt like his heart had been crushed by a rock. As he drove away, he didn’t realize he was crying until his cheeks were wet and he couldn’t see the road signs clearly.
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