The teacher’s best student

Maurice grew up in a French-Canadian family in Southwestern Ontario, near Windsor-Detroit. His bilingual home town was either called Pointe-aux-Roches or Stoney Point. He attended a school with a strict dress code: girls wore a navy-blue jumper and a white blouse; boys wore grey pants and a white shirt. On the last Friday of the month, the dress code was lifted and all boys wore jeans.

Maurice loved to wear his Wrangler jeans. He loved to see other boys’ ass in tight faded blue jeans. A classmate named David had a nice round and firm butt. One day, Maurice walked home with David and whispered: “You have a gorgeous ass, it looks like a huge yummy peach. I would love to caress it!” David’s reaction was immediate and fierce: “I’m not a faggot like you! Don’t ever think to put your dirty hands on my ass!”

The next day, the word got around that Maurice was a homosexual. He was nicknamed Sissy and often called Fag or Queer. This situation prompted the grade 9 teacher to talk about sexual orientation during the physical education class. Mr. Louis Martin mentioned that, according to an American study, up to 10% of men have had some physical attraction towards other guys in their life. It can be a fantasy, a phase or a permanent condition. As students were leaving the classroom, Mr. Martin offered Maurice to chat longer on this subject, maybe on Saturday. “You can come over to my place, we will be more private, more comfortable too…”

Louis and Maurice met and both were wearing tight faded blue jeans. The teacher was a single guy, rather good looking, and in great shape. Maurice was handsome, slim and often talking with his hands in motion. As they sat on the sofa in the living-room, Maurice noticed that his teacher’s ass was also pretty plumy.

“I saw you staring at my butt, Maurice.”

“You know that I’m attracted to guys, Mr. Martin, to guys’ asses in particular. It can drive me crazy sometimes.”

“We’re not in school, you can call me Louis. I do a lot of exercises to keep in shape, to maintain a nice firm butt. I guess you want to touch it, right?”

“Oh, yes! Not just touch but caress it. Can I?

“Let’s make a deal. We both stand up and we both let our hands explore each other’s ass.”

No sooner said than done. Maurice caressed the awesome curve, massaged the plumy offering and started to moan with pleasure. As for Louis, he had fun slapping the young ass in tight jeans, even reaching down the crack to tickle Maurice’s balls. At one point, he grabbed Maurice’s face and smacked a kiss on the lips, rubbing his hard dick against the boy’s bulging crotch.

Maurice was so excited that he dropped to his knee and started to kiss Louis’ ass, biting it with frenzy. The reaction was quick: “I have an idea, Maurice, let’s shower together and see where it leads.”

Under the stream of water, both guys hugged, kissed, caressed, cleaned each other’s ass, balls and dick, rinsed and left the shower area hand in hand to embrace tenderly on the king-size bed. Both obviously had a hard-on, and Louis doubted that Maurice had ever had a dick in his mouth, even if some students called him a cock-sucker.

“Your penis is so hard and thick; can I caress it?” asked Maurice.

“Yes, of course, but you may like to suck it too, and I would do the same on you.”

They positioned themselves and Louis initiated Maurice to 69. The feeling of a tongue licking his mushroom and a mouth sucking his dick was a revelation for the teenager. He had never experienced such an intense pleasure. The teacher had barely started to pump the student’s long rod that he felt it pulsing, ready to explode in his mouth. Every splurge of cum was creamy and tasty.

As for Louis, he enjoyed so much fucking a new young face that he made the pleasure last longer. He shoved his thick engine in and out of Maurice’s throat, going further deep each time, and chanting “Fuck, you are a dream come true!” He didn’t think Maurice was ready to swallow a huge load of jizz, so he exploded on his chest, licked a spoonful of sperm and French-kissed Maurice passionately.

On that Saturday afternoon, Louis made it clear that all this “fooling around” had to remain a secret. “I would lose my job if the school board knew what we are doing.” It was not only kept private but regular. Every week, both guys met and engaged in man-to-man pleasure. At school, Maurice was less and less teased as a sissy, faggot or queer. But in the locker room, where guys undressed to shower after gym class, they all watched to see if Maurice would get an erection. He kept it for Louis.

In the winter, the hockey schedule opposed boys of one grade to another, and everyone had to play at least twenty minutes. Maurice was a good skater but a poor team mate. He reluctantly played defence. Like other guys, he put on a jockstrap with a cup to protect his genitals from a flying puck or a hockey stick poke. That was the first time he bought this kind of sport gear.

During March break, Louis and Maurice were hugging on the sofa, in front of a cozy fireplace. The mood seemed appropriate to explore a fantasy or a fetish… Louis adored wearing jockstraps and, even more, admiring guys in their bulging athletic attire. He had started to collect stylish jocks without a cup when he was himself in high school: white, black, red, leather, satin, mesh… name it, he had it. Some were now too tight for him, but would look damn hot on Maurice.

The first jockstrap bought by Louis was the white Bike original #10 with a three-inch elastic waistband and one-inch leg straps. Maurice still remembers the description written on the package. It went something like: “This jockstrap is soft, lightweight, breathable, and has exceptional moisture-wicking capabilities. The pouch is constructed to support you firmly and comfortably. The signature Bike stripe gives this jockstrap a vintage feel.” 

Fuck! He remembers the hard-on he got when he first put on this Bike jockstrap with red, white and blue stripes around the waist. It now laid on a clip-hanger, ready to be worn again, to arouse or stimulate a virile feeling. That’s exactly what happened when Maurice put it on. As for Louis, he chose to wear a red jock with white leg straps and the word ADDICTED in bold letters on the waist band. They looked at each other in the mirror, hugged feverously, and started to rub crotch to crotch, hands on each other’s well-framed butt.

Louis knelt down to bury his face in Maurice’s pouch, sniffing and licking it, feeling the cock throbbing to peak out while the balls were begging to be squeezed. They ended up in a 69 position, enjoying the soft, lightweight, breathable fabric. Instead of starting to suck Maurice’s dick, Louis slid his tongue in the ass crack while stretching and snapping the leg straps. As the teacher reached a yummy rosebud, the student moaned with pleasure. It was the first time Maurice experienced rimming. On one hand, he felt like jerking off; on the other hand, he wanted to taste Louis’ ass.

The sight and smell of a hairy butt, plus the virile aroma of a man’s sweaty hole, guided Maurice’s exploration of ass eating. The experience was so hot that he dreamed of having that succulent meal four times a day: breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack.

As for Louis, rimming was just an appetizer, an hors-d’oeuvre. The tongue was there to lubricate the butt hole for a good fuck. He knew that Maurice had never felt a cock up his ass, so he first started by sliding his dick up and down in the crack, banging the hole with his thick mushroom. This pushed Maurice to beg for a penetration.

“I want it inside me, but please go slowly.”

“I’m not here to hurt you, but to make you feel like a gay demon.”

“Oh yes, fuck me! I want to feel your manly power.”

As Louis’ thick hard rod penetrated Maurice’s welcoming virgin hole, weak painful cries gradually became loud moans of pleasure. The teacher had done his job with brio. The student could now proudly claim that ass fun had its place on the Altar of Virility.