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Subject: The Classics Teacher, Chapter 2 The Classics Teacher This is entirely a work of fiction, and all of its characters are completely made up. If reading a story about an adult engaging in sexual acts with a minor makes you uncomfortable, or if it is illegal to read such material in your area, then please leave since I’m not sure what you’re doing here in the first place. I do not condone sexual acts with minors; this is all just fantasy and will remain as such. This is my first story published on Nifty, so please be kind. I’d love to hear back from readers to tell me what you think; any and all questions, suggestions, and comments can be sent to my email at skinnybro69@, and I’ll try to answer back as soon as I can. Chapter 2 I could not for the life of me determine why Mr. Thistlewhait had ordered me not to masturbate, but it was driving me up a wall. That night after class all I wanted to do was play with myself and shoot a quick load, but I knew that my teacher � no, my Erastes � would somehow know. Just the thought of him and what we did in the classroom this afternoon was more than enough to make me spring up, and it took all of my willpower to try and get my mind off those thoughts. In the evening, I decided to play some video games to distract myself as best as I could. I was in the middle of a level when my dad walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. “Hey, sport, how was school today?” He asked, watching the screen as I kept playing. “It was good. Nothing major happened.” Lie. “Did you learn anything fun in Latin?” My father had asked me this same question just about every day after my lessons, and honestly I was surprised he kept asking. All I was ever going to tell him was that I learned some more words in a dead language. Though I’ll bet he’d flip if I told him what I had really done after school today. I paused the game and looked at him. My dad, ever the hard taskmaster when it came to academics, was also one of the most caring individuals I knew. After my mom died when I was 9, dad and I had been on our own. He never bothered to remarry or even date � he and my mother were high school sweethearts and married shortly after graduating from high school. They were fine for a while until my mother took ill and passed away. Ever since, my father had been both the breadwinner and the caregiver, but trying to be a single dad and support a son wasn’t always easy. He threw himself into his work at the office, moving up the corporate ladder, but simultaneously distancing himself from me. He loved me, I know he did. But he was seldom around to tell me as much. I often felt lonely because of it. He was in his early forties, with salt `n’ pepper hair. He looked younger than he was though, with a square jaw and thin, athletic frame. He was on the shorter side, like me, but he wasn’t skinny � just thin, with a flat stomach and square shoulders. My father believed in being conservative with your body, so he seldom walked around without even a shirt off. But I knew from the times I stole looks at him leaving the bathroom that my father’s full frame was dusted with a verdant forest of gray body hair. I only just started getting a couple chest hairs myself, and I hoped one day I could look just like him. “Nothing exciting happened,” I answered him, “just Mr. Thistlewhait and me reading Latin. We learned the pluperfect tense today.” I tried to downplay the energy in my voice. My father smiled kindly. “Oh? And what is that exactly?” He listened to me explain the difference between the pluperfect and imperfect tenses, and why the perfect tense was so called `perfect.’ I had always found linguistics fascinating, and with Latin I really was learning a lot about English grammar. I loved talking about it, but I could see from the dark circles under his eyes that my father was tired. I stopped, realizing from my father’s slumped posture that he must have been exhausted, probably from another long day at the office. I cut my story short when I saw that his eyes were glazing over, and I returned to my video game. Dad could tell what I saw, and he frowned, but had no energy to keep the conversation going for much longer. He leaned over and put his hand firmly on my shoulder, and kissed me on the head. “I’m glad you’re having a good time with your studies, sport. That Mr. Thistlewhait was very generous to give you that opportunity after school. I’ll have to meet him sometime and thank him for looking after you.” He paused, and when I didn’t reply, added, “Well, I’m heading to bed. Night, sport.” “Night, dad.” He got up and left, leaving me alone in my room. I hated seeing my dad like that � exhausted all the time. He must’ve gone in over his head with his duties at the office, again, and was paying for it now. I sighed, wondering if I my dad even really wanted to spend time with me since mom’s death. But I guess right now it was okay, because I had another man in my life who I knew wanted to be around me. Crap � I remembered Mr. Thistlewhait and started to chub up again. Hardest homework ever. * * * The next day went by agonizingly slowly. I wanted the day to hurry up and end so I could spend time with Mr. Thistlewhait. I was kinda scared though, as I wasn’t sure if we’d ever get to do the same kinds of things we did yesterday. I mean, Mr. Thistlewhait seemed to want to do more things with me, but, I never knew if he’d be like my dad and promise to do something with me and never deliver. But he told me not to jack off, right? That had to have some part in this? Right? I was feeling very anxious by the time the bell rang to signal the start of my last period class. I walked through the door feeling like there was a neon sign above my head that I was doing something illicit and it showed that I was nervous about it. But none of the other students even cared, or even looked my way. Nobody really cares about a nerdy know-it-all. My unpopularity was serving me well. Mr. Thistlewhait jumped right into our lessons, sending me a salutary wink before explaining about the four principle parts of a verb. I cracked my book open and pretended to study � it was far too difficult. My mind was racing. I was jumping from one thought to another too erratically to actually complete any of the assignments in front of me. Anytime I would look up, there would be Mr. Thistlewhait at that white board with his squeaky markers, writing something with enough gusto to make those cheeks wiggle. It was almost hypnotic, really. I giggled to myself. He turned back to the class and I studied the features on his face again. I wanted to touch his full beard. I had never in my life touched a beard. My father was always clean shaven or at most a little stubbly, but never grew his facial hairs out at all. Now that I was thinking about it, there was so much about Mr. Thistlewhait and his body that I wanted to explore. So much about a man I wanted to learn. My sense of anxiety was replaced by a short-lived sense of wonder. Maybe izmit escort I could ask to touch it? The bell rang and the others packed up their things. I hadn’t gotten very far in my work at all, and now I had almost nothing to show for the last hour I’d been there. Would Mr. Thistlewhait be angry? When the last student filed out of the room, Mr. Thistlewhait calmly walked to the window and looked out at the hallway, bustling with kids. He looked back at me with a kind smile on his face and asked, “So did you do your homework?” “Y-Yes.” I said meekly. “I memorized those ten words and the pluperfect tense, too.” Mr. Thistlewhait chuckled under his breath. He stole a peek again into the hallway, and then said in an equally pleasant tone, “No, I mean your other homework.” I hesitated, but replied, “Yes, sir.” And then added, “And it was tough, too!” Mr. Thistlewhait’s eyes gleamed. “I knew it would be. But there’s a method to my madness, I promise.” I think Mr. Thistlewhait was waiting until the hall had cleared out enough so we could start our lessons. In ten minutes’ time there was no noise left outside. Mr. Thistlewhait closed the blinds and locked the door. He pulled a chair over next to my desk and sat down, putting a hand on my leg. And as if on cue, I immediately started growing hard. Mr. Thistlewhait noticed and thoughtfully watched my cock grow harder and lengthen down my pant leg, pulling the fabric as it went. I am definitely a grower. “I see you remember our first Erastes lesson.” He teased. I threw him a nervous smile. “That’s another hard one to remember.” I said, feeling shy. My teacher put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It is. Now Evan, I want to talk to you briefly before we go any further.” His expression turned more austere, and my face fell. “I really enjoyed what we did yesterday, and I want to keep doing things with you � I want to teach you more.” “I want you to teach me more,” I added immediately, feeling like this was going to be bad. “I would be happy to continue, but I want you to understand something. I could get into serious trouble for this. People don’t think like we do, they don’t think like the Romans or the Greeks. I want to be your Erastes � a lot,” he chuckled a little to himself, then, “but I’ve never been an Erastes to anyone before.” “I’ve never been an Eromenos.” I said almost pleadingly. “Which is why we need to be discrete about this. I want to continue to teach you Latin, and to continue to be your mentor, but we can’t tell anyone else about this. Do you understand?” “Of course I do. I would never tell, Mr. Thistlewhait.” And I meant it. What I did with him was my business anyway. I’m not a braggart and I don’t have any other friends that would understand anyway. And I wouldn’t want them to. This was just between Mr. Thistlewhait and me. “I… I want you to be proud of me.” He stroked his beard and then nodded. “I am proud of you, Evan. I care about you very much” And without any warning he wrapped his hand around me and drew me into a kiss. My heart just about burst from my chest, my boner was so hard I thought it’d split a seam. His lips were pressed to mine � mine! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the very sensation of it, felt his lips move and work deftly, almost pulling at my own. His beard hairs were thick and rough, and they smelled fresh like he had washed them with a special conditioner. I reached up with both hands to cup his face, very lightly dusting my fingers over the hairs and feeling the full thickness of them. I could feel Mr. Thistlewhait smiling through his kiss, but before he pulled away he planted a tiny peck at the very end. Very tender, very gentle. I felt both aroused and loved. “You didn’t do much of the in-class assignment, did you?” he asked playfully. “I was distracted.” I gasped breathily. My face felt like it was painted a healthy red from the heat of a strong blush. “That’s okay. Today we’ll skip the Latin lesson. But we must do it tomorrow. I don’t want you falling behind on your studies.” “Yes, sir.” “Now, I’m sure you were wondering why I told you not to masturbate, right Evan?” I feigned being angry and playfully slapped Mr. Thistlewhait on the upper arm. His biceps were deceptively strong, and it almost felt like I was slapping a sandbag. “Yeah! Why are you so mean?” Mr. Thistlewhait took off his glasses and put them on the table. “Because I’m your teacher!” I shot him a look of mocking disbelief. “Alright! Okay, there is a reason.You see, the Greeks were very serious about their athletics, and very superstitious. Just like a lot of athletes nowadays, ancient athletes would abstain from sex or masturbation to withhold their semen. A man’s seed was, in a way, the source of a man’s masculinity. And to waste it would be sinful.” “Oh, no, Mr. Thistlewhait. You’re not going to make me join an athletic club, are you? I get beat up in gym class enough as it is!” Mr. Thistlewhait shook his head and kissed me on the cheek. “No, Evan. What I mean is, I don’t want you masturbating because I don’t want you to waste your seed. A man’s seed is his strength, and so if you are ever going to “spill your seed”, so-to-speak, it must be consumed. Either orally or anally.” “Anally?” I asked. “Oh yeah.” He said with a smirk. “But first, since you were a good boy and completed your homework, I want to reward you. Here, stand up.” Mr. Thistlewhait offered me his large hand and I took it. With very little effort he lifted m from my seat at the desk. He led me to his desk at the front of the room and he cleared away the stationary and office supplies. “Lie down. Today’s lesson is in control.” “Control? Controlling what?” I asked. I sat at the edge and lay my back and head down flat against the tabletop, letting my legs dangle off the side. Mr. Thistlewhait immediately reached for my jeans. He undid the button and let down the fly, and with a not-so-gentle tug he pulled my jeans down from my waist taking my boxers down with them. My boner sprung up into the cold air of the classroom, free of the confines of my pants. Like a lion on its kill, Mr. Thistlewhait attacked my throbbing cock with his mouth and enveloped it in the hot embrace of his lips. I gasped. I had never felt another man’s mouth on my dick before and the sensation was incredible. With one hand he grasped the base of my cock and lowered his mouth further and further onto it inch by tantalizing inch. I looked down over my tiny chest, heaving in joy, and watched my Latin teacher stuff more and more of myself into his wet and welcoming mouth. His other hand wrapped around my boy balls and kneaded them gently. When his pouty lips reached the very base of my cock, his thick beard tickled my nut sack. Mr. Thistlewhait locked eyes with me over his glasses, in a look I knew meant he wanted to know how it all felt. If this was an exercise in control, I wasn’t going to last long if he kept going like this. He withdrew most of my shaft from his mouth � my dick taking on a yahya kaptan escort healthy coat of saliva – but then he plunged back down onto me in a quickness that stole my breath. Mr. Thistlewhait watched the look of exasperation play out on my face, and smiled with a mouthful of cock. Either I was a super virgin or he was a pro � that was for goddamn sure � because every little motion of his mouth was ecstasy on my cock. He’d remove just enough of me from his mouth to worry me that he was going to stop, but he’d never actually take my head out of his mouth. Mr. Thistlewhait poked his tongue around, feeling around my sensitive head and sucking the tiny bits of precum that had to be flowing by now, but then he’d ride my cock back down to the base, get a faceful of pubes, and take in a deep breath of my boy scent. All the while his hand on my nuts played with them like a juggler with fushigi balls, massaging the globes around as if trying to stimulate them to make as much cum as possible. But I was new to controlling myself. I only ever really jacked off for the fun of blowing a load and had very little self-control, if any. His mouth was bringing me to climax way too fast. “M- Mr. Thistlewhait! I… I need to cum!” I said, feeling the juices pool in the pit of my nuts. But just as suddenly as he dove in, he stopped again. He removed himself from my dick and stood up, using a hand to wipe some of the spit from his lips. “Wha…?” was all I could muster. My orgasm felt like it had hit a brick wall and had stopped short just before taking off. My nuts drew up in agony over the halted orgasm, and my gut clenched. But I needed release! I instinctively moved my hand to my cock to finish the deed, but Mr. Thistlewhait firmly seized me by the wrist and removed me from myself. He shook his head lovingly. “No, no, boy, that’s my load.” I shot him a pained look but he ignored it. He took a couple steps back and stood against the far wall. Slowly, he eased himself onto the floor and sat down, then beckoned me to come over. I was confused, so confused. Did he want me to cum? Did he not want me to cum? All I knew was that I wanted to cum but I felt like he would never let me. I felt indignant, almost angry with my Erastes. Mr. Thistlewhait beckoned me over again and I sighed in consent. I moved to pull my pants back up but Mr. Thistlewhait bid me not to. “Just take the pants all the way off, Evan.” He said this while he himself undid his belt and started shimmying out of his pants. I was entranced to see this large bear of a man so gracefully pull himself out of such tight pants. He hooked his thumbs into his waistbands and lifted his cheeks off the floor, and in one motion slid his pants into a bunched mess around his shoes. His bare ass was rubbing the carpet, and though much of him was obscured by his dress shirt, his seven inch rod stood up in its full glory. His inner thighs and balls were much hairier than I had anticipated, looking like a full forest was growing between his meaty thighs. Clearly this man never trimmed. His legs were covered in curly hairs, from the tops of his legs all the way to the bottoms. If my boner wasn’t hard before it sure was now. I sat up on the desk and made the tiny jump down, stepping out of my pants at the bottom. Then I made my way over to my awaiting teacher on the floor. “Lay on top of me. I know a way to teach you well.” I didn’t question him. I leaned myself gently onto his large frame trying not to hurt him. I think Mr. Thistlewhait thought it was funny that I was being so cautious due to my size, and so with a little impatience he pulled me up on top of him. I tried to move around in one way but Mr. Thistlewhait intuited that I was positioning myself wrong, so he helped change it up. He swung me around so my face was inches away from his pulsing cock, which had already begun to drip a steady stream of precum. I was entranced by it and knew instinctively what I must do next. But Mr. Thistlewhait wasn’t idle. Down below, he lined me up just right to help me along, too. My body was stretched out over this large man, the warmth of his large belly making me sweat. Somehow I was tall enough for him to reach my cock and in a second I felt it be seized by his strong hand, guided over his scratchy beard, and back into his wet mouth. I moaned again. My knees were straddling both sides of my teacher’s body as best as I could. The sloppy heat of his mouth enveloped my cock and receded, enveloped it and receded, a fantastic ebb and flow I wish I could see from where I was laying. But all I saw was his thick cock. I struggled a little in the throes of this pleasure on my own boy cock. I couldn’t make my body work while it was being bombarded by such sensations. But I made it move. I wanted to please my teacher like he was pleasing me. I wanted to eat his load again. I wanted to make him proud. I stuffed his head into my mouth and suckled again like a lollipop and I massaged his rubbery foreskin up and down the full length of his shaft. Back on my own meat Mr. Thistlewhait moaned his delight, sending vibrations up through my cock and into my testicles. I didn’t get very far in my pleasuring before that delayed orgasm erupted back to life. I pulled off of Mr. Thistlewhait’s cock, a thick glob of saliva stringing from my mouth to his pole like a clothesline. “Mr. Thistlewhait! I’m going to cum! Please!” He obliged me. His tongue danced around my head like a writhing snake, and he pumped more furiously with his mouth than before. My body tensed up. I couldn’t breathe. I felt a strange tingling begin in the pit of my stomach and work its way through to my cock, where suddenly, I exploded with cum. I felt like I was peeing directly into my teacher’s mouth, but he paid no mind, and worked my cock rapaciously for every drop. I could hear by his gulping sounds that Mr. Thistlewhait was practicing his cum- devouring philosophy, too. And it felt fucking amazing. With my head as sensitive as it was, his sucking was turning into agony. But I loved it and I loved the attention. I wanted to be connected to my Erastes like this � my cock in his face � for as long as I could. Mr. Thistlewhait pulled my boner from his mouth and let out a small gasp for air. “Jesus, kid, you taste good.” He growled. He petted my back to urge me to continue sucking him, and I did. “So much for control. But now you be a good boy and take my load, too, and we’ll be done for the day. We’re about out of t�” “Again!” I shouted through a full mouth. Mr. Thistlewhait was silent for a moment and then asked me to repeat myself. “You know it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I pulled off of his cock. “I said, again. I want you to suck me again.” “Wait � you have the energy for that? But didn’t you just cum?” “Yes, but I want to cum again.” I was still hard. I was feeling so energetic, so turned on by sucking my teacher, I almost felt enraged. gebze escort I felt angry for him telling me not to cum the night before and just now at the table for stopping mid blow-job. I wanted more out of him. Even through my fatigue, I wanted him to take more of me. “No, Evan, I think you’ve had enough for today�” “I said again,” I insisted. But I didn’t give him time to answer. I thrust my hips down through his steady grasp and inserted my cock back into his mouth. He was going to suck me again. He had no choice. I could tell I had caught him off guard. I pistoned my cock in and out to get the motion going again. I could tell he was hesitant to start sucking again, but I quickly took his back into my own mouth again to give him an incentive. Maybe he was thinking over whether he should let me get away with my insubordination. Maybe he was too stunned. But soon enough I was sucking his cock with everything I was worth, and he fell back into line and sucked my dick again with gusto. I teased my mouth along the length of his cock, kissing its girth gently before plunging back down onto the throbbing head. I had hold of his shaft and would not let go � I pumped it furiously with my hands. I felt around for his balls and, though I wasn’t tall enough to lick them, I made every effort to massage them. Never taking his working mouth off of my cock, Mr. Thistlewhait hoisted his dress shirt up his chest, letting his furry belly hang out. I tugged my shirt up, too, so my own smooth skin was now tickled against his fuzzy chest. I wanted to turn around and lick him � put my mouth over his hairy skin and rub my face into his forest. I wanted to suck his nipples and taste the pepperoni-sized meat, and lick and suck until he’d produce daddy’s milk � if that were even possible. But I kept my focus on his rock-hard cock and the man juices I wanted to taste, wanted to swallow, wanted inside me. I lapped at his head and kept beating him off, still with no formal training on the matter but giving it everything I had. My cock was still wrapped in the hot and moist clutches of Mr. Thistlewhait’s mouth, and even through my first orgasm just moments prior, I felt an even greater one looming on the horizon. In the quiet classroom we sixty-nined, no longer a teacher and his student, but a man and his boy feverishly hungry for each other. It felt primal, something even more ancient than the Roman or Greek history he was teaching me, but something further back in human history. We were two animals fucking each other’s faces, intoxicated by the pleasure of the other’s body. Our touching-tummies were now sticky with sweat, Mr. Thistlewhait’s body hair matted with the wetness of persistent exercise. My back was damp, too, and even the cold air of the classroom wasn’t enough to keep us cool. I reveled in his manhood. He reveled in my youth. And I felt like this was the most natural thing in the world. I sucked and bobbed and stroked as fast as I could, desperate for a cum load from my favorite teacher. And then it happened � in one quick jerk off from my meat, Mr. Thistlewhait ordered in his low-baritone voice, “Get ready, boy!” I threw myself further onto his meat, as far down as I could without gagging, and greeted his load with my thrashing tongue. One spurt, two spurts, three spurts � he poured into me, his load seemed even bigger than it was yesterday. I gulped it down greedily only to have it replaced with even more seed. And to add to the chaos, I came, too. I came so hard I almost saw spots, temporarily forgetting how to suck a dick and letting some of Mr. Thistlewhait’s seed leak from my mouth drunkenly like I were some gooned-out moron. I moaned through my mouthful of semen as I injected another small load into my teacher’s face. He lapped it up with just as much hunger as before, never letting a drop spill from his mouth. His beard entangled with my pubes and his moustache scratched my nuts, sending jolts of pleasure through my body as I unloaded again into my teacher. I was in absolute agony, and his mouth and beard were over-stimulating me. I half panted, half moaned in my writhing mess of pleasure and torture, my body becoming too tired and confused to know the difference. But soon he was spent, and so was I. My cock began to shrink back down to its normal size, even with the constant attention of Mr. Thistlewhait’s kisses, and I was so far gone I couldn’t form a complete thought. I just kissed and teased his dick with love and nuzzled it like a baby kitten. We were hot and sweaty and spent. “Two loads, huh? You surprise me.” Mr. Thistlewhait said breathlessly. It took me a moment to regain enough energy to answer him. “Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have told me not to masturbate.” I had enough energy left to chide him. “That’s too bad. I want you to continue withholding your loads for me. Erastes’ orders.” I didn’t have the strength to argue. Instead I laughed at my own misfortune and felt the steady breathing of the large man below me, his belly heaving and flowing in his chest, and his hot breath on my taint. Mr. Thistlewhait had just enough strength to grab one of my legs and swing me over, spin me around, so I was facing him now. I cuddled into his meaty breast and he wrapped his gorilla-sized arms around me in a tight embrace. “I want more time.” I said almost whining. “I want more time with you, Mr. Thistlewhait. These hour sessions after class aren’t enough.” Mr. Thistlewhait swallowed audibly and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re right.” He thought for a moment, the two of us tangled in a sweaty embrace, and then he said, “I’ll email your dad and see what we can do about that.” “My dad?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “I have an idea, but I have to see how viable it is. Now, tomorrow, we really do have to continue with your studies. I have to make sure you’re actually learning something here or people will start wondering what the hell we’ve been up to.” I didn’t want to go back to studying tomorrow, but he was right. A deal was a deal. I pouted. “But in the meantime, practice control and don’t masturbate. Let me work on this idea of mine and we’ll see what we can do about your, uh, Eromenos lessons. Okay? I’ll teach you more about controlling your orgasm, too.” He said supportively, but I had other plans in mind regarding control. I let out a long sigh. I should have been content just to have a man like this who was willing to teach me. I should have been thankful to have a friend in Mr. Thistlewhait. But in that moment I just wanted to pout that I didn’t get to do anything more with him tomorrow and that I had to keep from masturbating. But I smiled anyway. If my Erastes had something in mind, then I’m sure he’d deliver. He was by far my favorite teacher ever. I was looking forward to learning more. * * * And that’s Chapter 2. Thank you everyone for your support in this story; I plan to keep on writing as long as I know you guys are reading, so let me know if you like the story. Also, I love to hear feedback and ideas to know what you guys are thinking, so please send any questions, comments, or suggestions (and any “inspirational pictures”) ail. I’ll be happy to discuss whatever you’d like. Thanks again, and stay tuned for Chapter 3 😀

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