Teacher's Pet 15

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“Finally, that’s the last of them.” Ethan said as he closed the trunk of his car and then hopped into the driver’s seat. He waved a cheerful goodbye to the kids standing outside holding their new teddy bears before he pulled away from the curb. “Man, it’s such a relief to not worry about finding space for like, three hundred teddy bears anymore.”

“Don’t forget you still have a few more games left until the end of the year Ethan.” I reminded him. The two of us had been going downtown in a more run-downed neighborhood for the past few days to put the idea I had suggested way back when into action. At first the people were wary of us, but once Ethan put on that smile of his, kids and parents alike flocked to him in droves, eager and grateful for the new toys. People had been actually lining up all the way down the block to receive one.

“At least I know what to do with all of those stuffed animals now.” Suddenly he broke off into a goofy grin. “Did you see the look on that little boy’s face when I gave him that teddy bear? The way his eyes light up when he saw it on the table, and how he hugged it tight. He was so happy to get one. It made me feel…good.”

“Well you are doing a good thing Ethan.”

“Yea, well it makes me feel bad that the only reason I started this was to get rid of something I didn’t need.”

“Most other people would have just thrown their things in the trash.” I pointed out.

“But you were the one who thought of the idea of donating them in the first place.” He looked over at me. “That’s what I love about you Brian, you’re always thinking about helping others.”

There was the “L” word again. “K-keep your eyes on the road.” I ordered. Ethan chuckled softly and returned his gaze back forward. Ethan had started to use that word more and more often as of late, and each time he did it made me at a loss of words and red in the face. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy. No flowery metaphors, no long descriptions or mushy phrases were needed. I was just…happy.

I guess looking back at the past more closely, Ethan and I had reached the official boyfriend/lovers state quite some time ago, but it wasn’t until we finally got our emotions out in the open did we really take off and accepted the fact…okay, until I accepted the fact. Suddenly we were calling each other every night and going on little dates whenever we could find an excuse…oh, and going to his games of course. Naturally, my nosy and intuitive roommate caught on rather quickly. In fact, he figured it out on the same day Ethan confessed to me with one look at my smiling face the moment I walked through the door of our aparetment.

“Don’t do anything crazy.” He warned me, “now what do you want for dinner?”

That is to say, Kevin didn’t quite approve of our relationship yet, though he accepted it to some level. Whenever Ethan came over to our apartment, Kevin more or less tolerated his existence. Maybe not happily, but tolerated all the same. However, if he caught us being intimate or making out, the gloves would come off and he’d start bickering like a parent.

Speaking of parents, Ethan and I had agreed that we would keep our relationship a secret from Mr. and Mrs. Black for now. Although his father may be willing to take in the news after some time, according to Ethan his mom would “totally lose it.” Odd as it may seem, sneaking around under their noses added a bit of excitement to our relationship.

And as fate would have it, just as we were pulling into the driveway of Ethan’s house, Mrs. Black was just opening her car door.

“Hey mom, going somewhere?” Ethan asked as he got out of the car.

“I got a call from work, another big emergency…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted onto me. Something about her look made me feel uncomfortable, like I was under a spotlight.

Ethan noticed his mom looking at me and spoke up. “Oh he’s here to tutor me today. Since there weren’t any busses running right now, I went and picked him up.” Ethan lied with such a straight face to his own mother, that it appalled me. Sure, it was a good ability to have during a situation like that, but it still appalled me.

“Oh, well, if you say so…” She said, glancing in my direction again. “I…I guess I’ll be going.” She got into her car and pulled out of the driveway. When she disappeared around the corner, I felt my body ease up. A pat on my shoulder made me jump however.

“Don’t worry, when the time is right I’ll come clean with her and you won’t have to be so nervous.” Ethan said. “Now let’s go inside already, I can really use a can of soda right now.”

That was easy for him to say, he wasn’t dating someone fifteen years younger. But I just smiled and followed him into his house, and then into his kitchen.

“What kind of soda do you want Brian?” Ethan asked as he stuck his head in the fridge. “I’ve got coke, root beer and red bull.”

Sounded like the typical teenager’s staples. “I’ll take the coke, thanks.”

Ethan pulled out a can and tossed it to me, then grabbed one of his own and popped the lid.

“You know Brian,” Ethan said as he took a sip of his coke, “you’ve lost a good bit of weight lately.”

“Well I’ve gotta get into shape if I want to keep up with a young stud like you.”

Ethan’s ears went red and he rubbed the back of his neck. I found that although he was naturally cocky and confident, he’d get shy if I pulled even the corniest bit of flattery on him. It was a side of Ethan that I found absolutely adorable (though I was careful not to let him know I thought that way.)Setting down his coke, Ethan walked right up to me so close that his chest rubbed against me.

“How do you do it?” He asked.

“Do what?” I looked up at him, confused.

“Turn me on so much.” He said just before he placed his lips on mine, giving me an intense kiss. Moaning, I dropped my soda as I felt his arm wrap around my waist, then lift me off the floor. In the back of my head I felt glad that I hadn’t opened it yet, it would have been a pain to clean the stain out of the carpet. While I was busy thinking of this, Ethan carried me through the house. When I stopped thinking about carpet stains, I found myself already in his bedroom.

“What are you planning?” I asked suspiciously as he lowered me down onto his bed.

“Relax, we’re not going to do that…yet.” He winked. “I thought you’d like to see me do a little workout first. You would like to see me workout, don’t you?”

Oh GOD yes! “If you want to.” I said out loud, trying to keep my cool. But when Ethan grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off, I knew right away that wasn’t going to happen. God, his body was so sexy, I felt like I was ready to pass out from overload.

Ethan walked up to a pair of dumbbells that was just lying on the floor of his room, and I had the nagging suspicion that Ethan had been planning on doing this before he asked me to help him today. Taking hold of the dumbbell, Ethan lifted it off the ground with ease. God there must’ve been over a hundred pounds on it, but Ethan began to curling like it weighed nothing. “Oh yea, so fuckin’ light.” He smirked as he did another rep.

I watched him curl those weights over and over again, my cock stirring whenever he brought the dumbbells up and his biceps would swell, the veins pulsating before he lowered them again. Each rep seemed to jerk at my cock, squeezing it like how Ethan was squeeze blood into his peak.

“You love watching these arms pump up don’t you?” He asked, reverting to his cocky jock act.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

Ethan reached out with his free hand and took mine. He guided my hand to his arm, placing it on top of the swollen peak. “Feel how hard it is.” He ordered, and then curled the dumbbell again. The ball of muscle under my fingertips suddenly grew bigger and so much harder, a change that mirrored the one in my pants. “Yea, these babies are rock solid, like every other inch of me.” Setting down the dumbbell, he placed his hands on his hips and thrust his chest out at me. “Care to check it out?”

My palm glided across his body, feeling every bulge, swell and crevice. He really did feel rock solid everywhere, I couldn’t find a single soft spot on him. As I felt him up, I couldn’t help but think that Ethan was waiting for me to do something. Before long my hand drifted south and, almost hesitantly, tugged at his waistband.

“Looks like someone is eager to check out the rest of my body,” Ethan said. Something about what he said made me feel as if I heard it somewhere, but that was quickly forgotten when Ethan peeled off his pants. His legs were obviously thick and powerful in order to support his big body, but they were still impressive nonetheless. Every head of his quads were big and pronounced beautifully, and his calves were proportionally in sync. But I couldn’t pay much attention to his legs at all, because I had something big and hard pointing straight at me behind a pair of skimpy bright red boxers that left very little to the imagination.

“S’cuz me, these boxers is getting a little confining.” Ethan grabbed his big bulge and began to toy with it, squeezing and rubbing it with his palm. I couldn’t help but stare as he groped his own manhood in front of me. “You know what? Forget this, I’m going commando!” And then he yanked down his boxers.

“Yup, everything about me is huge.”

Oh God he was so right. His cock was just so big and almost…inviting! I couldn’t believe that a few months ago I actually had the bigger sized equipment, but this was just proof that Ethan’s biological enhancements have yet to stop, and I for one wasn’t going to complain to how his bigger, better body made me feel. Just knowing he’ll continue to grow bigger and stronger every day without trying tickled my little fetish bone.

“Mmm…” Ethan gently stroked his huge monster. “My cock is just aching for a workout. Care to spot me?”

Silently I nodded. But as I did, I had a small thought.

Did we do something like this before?

I didn’t have time to think however because Ethan was already tugging at my shirt, and if I wanted to have something to wear home later, I had to take it off, and fast.

“Assume the position.” Ethan ordered.

Who could say no to a 300 lbs. hulking teenager? Obediently I did what I was told, my body tense with anticipation. But Ethan didn’t just dive straight in. Using his big, firm hands he began to knead and rub my behind, with something equally strong and hard poking me.

Then with one strong thrust he pierced me.

It was so huge, and yet felt so good. No matter how many times we’ve done it before, I just couldn’t believe that anyone can have such a huge cock, much less have it inside me. Right away he began to rock his hips, sliding his member in and out. Before we’d had always taken it slow, but he was already going fast and hard. I barely had the chance to get into his pace when all of a sudden I felt him grab me and turned me around while I was still on his cock and crushed my face against his broad, muscular pecs.

“Feel that rock hard muscle!” Ethan barked. “You ever feel anything this hard or big before, huh?”

Yet there was something familiar, something that made me think I had experienced something like this before. And in one, soul chilling moment, I remembered.

“We’re going to be sore tomorrow.” I said softly.

“We’re going to be sore tomorrow!” Ethan said at the same time, his voice loud enough to completely cover mine.

Memories I had tried to bury came crashing down on me. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I pounded Ethan’s chest as hard as I can, trying to push myself away. It was useless, however, as my fists just bounced off those steely plates.

“Fuck Brian, you’re so tight!” Ethan moaned, breaking off from the script, but I didn’t care. I opened my mouth to try to tell him, but he gave his cock another thrust and instead of words, a loud moan escaped my lips. He was just so big and strong, and so god damn sexy despite everything that I got swept up with his energy and passion. I wanted out, but at the same time I wanted more. Unconsciously I squeezed and clenched, causing Ethan the moan even louder.

And then he came. He came and he came, filling me with hot liquid passion. His roar was so loud and deafening that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to hear out of my right ear for some time. And I probably wouldn’t be able to walk for awhile either, because despite the fact that he came bucket-loads into me, his cock was still hard! Damn youthful energy.

“God, that was hot.” He said, nuzzling my ear. “Ready for another round?”

The anger that I had lost before resurfaced, causing me to lash out and hit Ethan again. And this time, he noticed.

“What? Brian, what’s wrong?” Ethan said, not even fazed by my blows like before.

“Let me go!” I yelled.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!” He held me even tighter.

I ignored him and tried to squeeze out of his grip, but he held on firm. God, his muscles were just as strong as they were big or stronger even. He DID manage to hold back a city bus, after all. Normally that was a turn on, but now I was seeing some disadvantages to having Superman for a boyfriend. “You bastard! How dare you…you…”

“Brian, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but I can’t help you unless you tell me what I did wrong!”

“Did you think making me relive something that ruined my life would be a turn on?” I yelled.

“Ye-no!” His eyes widened, taken aback. “I mean, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well you did!” I couldn’t tell if I was angry, or hurt, or, or, or just plain upset. Maybe it was a combination of all three. “I can’t believe you thought I’d actually enjoy that!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Brian, I didn’t…I…”

“Admit it, the reason you pulled that stunt was because you saw me as a sex toy!”

“I never-“ Ethan paused, looked at me in the eye. “Okay, you want the truth? Yes I did it on purpose, and the reason I did it was because I found it so hot. Because you are sexy as hell.”

Me? Sexy as hell? Sure I looked good when I was in my 20’s, but Ethan was far hotter than I ever was. “You’re lying.” I said, but it was enough to make me stop trying to escape for the moment.

“I’m not lying.” Ethan face gazed down upon mine, and suddenly I began to believe in him again. “Brian, I find you so attractive. When I found out you used to be a porn star, I couldn’t resist but watch one of your videos. And then, I found myself tearing the internet apart finding every single last one that you did. I mean, I’ve had the biggest crush on you for like forever, and then I found out you used to do porn, how could I resist? I’m a teenager with the libido of ten guys for Christ’s sake. I’ve spent hours in front of my computer watching them, jerking off, and pretending you were talking directly to me. The cocky, confident Brian turned me on so much. But even so, I like the real Brian better. So much better.”

Those words shouldn’t have made me feel better, but they did.

“Well, here’s something that isn’t in any of your old movies.” He shifted one of his arms so he could lift me high enough for his lips to reach my ears easier.

“I love you Brian.” He breathed.

I felt my breath hitch. God, even now?

He wasn’t done just yet. “I love your smile when you’re happy, your big eyes that sparkle whenever you’re teaching, and the way your hair feels when I run my hand through it. I love how at times you’re tough, but at other times you’re surprisingly sweet. I love your kind heart, your strong pride. I love how shy you are sometimes, and how passionate you become once you overcome it.”

God help me, I was getting hard again. The heat from his body made me feel warm, and in more ways than one. For the first time, I really felt the weight and density of Ethan’s muscles. His arms on me were heavy, yet relaxing. His chest and abs were so hard, yet comfortable to lie on. And his voice…god, the way he spoke to me was like he was kissing every inch of my cock.

“I love you Brian.” He whispered into my ear, his arms tightening around me slightly. “I love you so much that I just want to keep on holding you like this and never let go. I want you to forget all of the bad things in your life and just let it fade out of you, and let me fill you instead. And this time, let me do it right.”

He filled me up alright, but not just in the spiritual sense. I once again became aware of the huge organ still embedded inside of me, pulsating with every one of his powerful heartbeats. It was much more powerful and sensual than a vibrator…not that I ever used one before. But Ethan waited. He hugged me close and looked down at me, waiting until I told him what I wanted.

“Do it.” I whispered. “Please?”

And he did. This time around however, he went a lot slower. Gentle, almost, yet still strong and firm. The first fuck had pretty much been all about him, but now I could feel his entire attention devoted to me. He was pacing himself. As a loud, drawn out moan escaped my lips, Ethan slowly pushed himself in. His strong arms were still wrapped firmly around me, but they were no longer constricting. They were embracing me, supporting my weight and kept me warm. I could feel the strength in them, yet it was gentle and almost delicate. But inside of me an urge needed to be satisfied, growing stronger with every passing moment.

“Faster…” I breathed out, and he obeyed, increasing the pace but not as painfully fast as before. My breathing grew shorter as he went faster, my cock throbbing with ever thrust he made. Hotter, faster, the fluids building up inside me with every push of the button until it overflowed and burst from my cock in one glorious burst. I might have yelled out Ethan’s name at that point, but I my mind was blown out along with my semen. When I was done, I felt strong arms pull my close and leaned my body against a stronger one to support me.

“How are you doing? Feeling better?” Ethan asked, looking down at me.

“Lots better.” I smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do to make it up to you after screwing with your heart like that.” He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me slightly. “You…you know I wouldn’t do anything to intently hurt you Brian. I just…keep on making some stupid mistakes.”

“Hey, we all make mistakes,” I said, “it’s all part of being human. I know I’ve done my fair share of it.”

“At least you’re cute enough to make up for it.” Ethan teased, causing me to blush a bit. “And I promise not to do something stupid like reenact one of your old porn movies ever again. I just want to make you happy.”

“And you’re doing it just be being yourself.” I told him.

“So…so I’m not a bad boyfriend?” He looked down at me. As if anyone could stay mad at him with those big puppy dog eyes.

“I’ve had worse.” I gently kissed him on the cheek. “Now stop beating yourself up, it’s already in the past.”

Even though I said that, I still couldn’t shake that feeling of dread of having re-live the biggest mistake in my life. I just hoped what happened wasn’t a bad omen for things to come.

* * *

Later that night, I came home after a tough day at work. Although I didn’t let the quality of my teaching slide, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. I kept telling myself that I was just being paranoid, but still…

Almost as soon as I entered the living room, the phone began to ring. I thought about letting the answering machine get it, but it could be Ethan calling me.

“Hello?”

“Brian!” Mr. Kennedy’s voice came from the other end. “Brian, I’ve been trying to contact for you the past half hour!”

“I was on the bus.” I said, frowning. “What’s going on? If this is about another job, I already-”

“Brian, there’s something you need to know.” Mr. Kennedy said just as someone rang the doorbell.

“Oh, can you wait for a minute? Someone’s at the door.”

“No, Brian, wait!” I heard before I set the receiver down on the table. Whatever it was that was bothering him, it could wait a few minutes. I didn’t even know why he was calling me; he had that big-nosed stuff shirt Mr. Cartier to bug. And besides, I already had a stable job, and a supportive boyfriend. What possible reason could he be calling me for? Pushing the thought aside, I opened the door, only to find two policemen behind it.

“Can I help you officer?” I asked after a stunned moment.

“Are you Brian Whitmore?” The one closest to me asked.

“Yes officer, is something the matter?” I opened the door wider.

The policeman took out his handcuffs. “You’re under arrest.”

To be continued

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