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My Student Writes A Porn Story. C-4
I held Foster as we kissed. "I really want to get to know you Foster McNeal." Foster purred like a child getting his bottle.
The kiss had me wanting to go farther with my student-lover. So help me. My resistance crumbled as I sucked his young tongue. I needed this boy. As I prepared to take both of us farther than we had ever been before this night, Foster retreated from my mouth.
"No," I breathed, dragging out the word escaping from my soul.
I focused on my lover. In my mind, I thought of him as my lover. Student teacher boundaries be damned. I gazed hungrily at my Foster's youthful face. I saw the burning in his eyes as he licked his lower lip. His cheeks glowed. I cupped them in my palms. He squiggled close to me.
"Hold me. Please Parker. No one ever holds me."
I saw tears escaping his eyes. "I've got you, kid." I pulled him closer.
"Can we go to my bed? I need you with me tonight. I want you to keep me safe. I feel so alone. I need you, nobody else. Please?"
Gone was the Foster who had been a tease. Gone was the Foster who had aroused me to the point I was about to violate the teacher and student barrier. Instead, I had in my arms a boy who needed someone to protect him. We might have crossed some line tonight but I would not worry. My protection instincts came alive.
I kissed his forehead. "Okay. Let's go, kid."
I held my boy as we stopped to use the toilet. I watched as he peed, his now soft cock curled in its four-inch length. I watched how he held himself as his stream flowed and waterfalled to the toilet water. He shook himself, thrusting his hips to finish. I studied his thin body with its trimmed ginger pubes.
"Parker? Do you need to go?"
"Yeah."
"I'll wait."
Foster stared as I performed the task I had just seen him complete. Like Foster, I shook myself.
Foster looked at me as if he were a young boy needing my comfort. I knew the concept of a teen needing a daddy figure. I would protect Foster. I would not be his daddy. We were equals, despite our age differences and degree status.
"Ready for bed, Foster?"
He nodded. In the bed, snuggled together under the quilt, I held Foster tenderly, attempting to satisfy his need.
"Only my grandparents loved me, Parker. They cared for me emotionally and physically. They prepared so I could be on my own when they passed. After they died, no one wanted me. I think I was a dick to you because then you would want me sexually. I tried everything to get you to use me for your pleasure, thinking that was the way to gain you. I am so sorry."
I rubbed his curls, kissing his cheeks tenderly. "Shh. I got you Foster. Go to sleep. You are safe."
I kept stroking his curls until I remembered no more.
The daylight filtered through his sheer blue and yellow curtains. I felt Parker's head nuzzling my armpit. He gave off soft snuffles. He burrowed closer, reminding me of a bunny I had as a child. I think it was called a mini-lop. It snuggled in my arm, apparently feeling safe. One thing about Foster, he was nowhere near mini. In fact, his morning hardness lay in the middle of my groin against mine. I pulled Foster to me and kissed the top of his head.
He snuggled closer, at the same time pushing against my hardness. I lay holding Foster. His body began to rub mine. I wanted this. I turned so our fronts met. I gave in to his rubbing, matching his thrusts equally. Foster sought my lips. We made out lusting for each other. I clasped him and he reciprocated. He moaned, calling my name.
"It's okay, Foster. It's okay. Let go."
Foster's kisses were wet, sloppy. His teeth nipped my tongue. My name streamed steadily from him. I gave in to Foster's desires, and mine. We stiffened together, releasing in a flurry, our mouths breathing each other's air. I felt the warm wetness and kissed Foster harder. He sobbed and kept kissing.
I waited. At last Foster pulled back, opening his eyes.
"Thank you Parker. Was what we did okay."
Our love is more than okay, Foster.
We stayed like we were, holding each other until Foster said, I need to piss. Let's shower and go for breakfast. My treat.
Of course, we showered together, washing each other, stopping to plant kisses on one another. At last, we sat in my car, each lost in thought. The Sweet shop served breakfast. In the booth, I wanted to hold Foster's hand. I reached for it. He pulled back. Not in anger, but from caution.
"Not here, teach. Less than two weeks. I hate it, but we need to be cautious. We have too much to lose. Patience."
I smiled at my student. "Mr. Practical now, are you?" Parker grinned his irresistible grin. His cheek dimpled just at the side of his lips.
"Someone has to be. If I wasn't the practical one, a certain teacher Whom I know would be in trouble."
We ordered. My phone rang. Hudson.
"Hey, bro. What's up? I listened. Yeah, he's here. Well. Yes. I spent the night with him, not like you think, jerk. Yeah, he graduates in ten days. What? Okay. Here he is."
I handed the phone to Foster mouthing, "My brother, Hudson."
"Hi Hudson." Parker seemed happy to talk to Hudson from the sound of his voice. He listened, then glared at me. "Yeah, he can be uptight about, you know what." Foster listened. His face became serious as my brother talked. Finally, the conversation ended. Foster pushed the button, ending the call, and handed me the phone.
"What? What did he tell you?"
Foster smiled evilly. "He told me to tell you to behave until I graduate."
"How can I do that after this morning? What else did he say?"
"He asked if he could attend my graduation. I said you would have to let him know."
I immediately called my brother.
"Well, well. I wondered how long it would take you to return this call."
"Hudson, of course, you better come to Foster's graduation." I paused. "What did you just say? Unbelievable dude. Really? Oh, my god. Yes. Thank you. Thank you. Of course. A week from this Sunday. I love you so much, Hudson. Take care. See you."
Foster stared. "What?"
"I don't believe it. After you graduate, Hudson wants us to come to Traverse City, Michigan, where he is playing ball. His host family has a cottage on their property. It used to be the mother-in-law's. She died. It's vacant. The family are hosts for a player each year. They only take one player because the cottage is a one bedroom. Hudson says we will make it work."
"Your brother seems super nice."
We finished and bought groceries, enough for the rest of the weekend. Back at Foster's apartment, we stored them. "What now?" I asked.
Foster came up to me and held my hands. "Kiss me."
I pulled Foster to me, kissing him lightly. He moaned. "I'd like to spend the day in our bed with nothing between us but skin." I pulled back to look at his light green eyes.
"What about your plan to wait?"
"We can wait. Just hold me. I love your body against me. We can cuddle and you can keep me safe. If something happens, well, we can decide how much we want to do."
"You make it hard to adhere to principles."
"No, teach. I just want to make you hard. I saw your cock. It looks to be about six inches hard. When we go all the way, it will be perfect inside me."
"Unlike your monster when you try to stuff it in me. How did it get that big, anyway?"
"For a teacher, you know little. It got that hard by frequent use, like I worked it out every night when I started puberty. That is why it grew."
"You are so full of it. You need a spanking."
"Yeah, I do. Take my clothes off. Tan my bare butt"
I undressed my boy, taking my time. His skin felt baby smooth. I kissed his nipples. Breathlessly, he said. "Let me take your clothes off."
No one had ever undressed me in my adult life. By the time Foster finished, I could feel my heart beating. My cock throbbed. Foster ran his hand along its length. "So beautiful," he said. "Forget spanking. Let's lie together in bed. We could do this the entire weekend."
And that's what we did, getting out of bed to perform necessary functions, then returning to talk, hold each other, and nap. We both came multiple times, holding each other. We never went the complete sexual experience route, saving ourselves for after his graduation. I tasted his juice, scooping it off his abs, and found it sweet. I loved the sounds Foster made as he sucked mine off his fingers. By Monday morning, there was no hope for either of us. We had professed our love for each other so often that I knew no one would ever satisfy me like Foster McNeal. He claimed the same for me.
I drove him to school knowing that all contact needed to end. We even agreed to stop staring at each other during class. We were successful. I waited after school for the lot to empty until only few cars remained. Foster climbed into my car. I took him to his apartment. We agreed no contact during the week. I wanted him so badly. I could see in his eyes the same wanting. I leaned over the console and kissed Foster.
"This is so hard." He said. I agreed.
"I broke apart. See you tomorrow."
I drove to my house. All I could think about was Foster.
By the weekend, the two of us were ready to do everything possible to each other. I planned to stay with him all weekend. In his apartment, we lost no time stripping and stumbling to his bed. We lost ourselves in our passion.
"I want you in me, now teach." His eight inches were dripping as he rubbed against me.
"I know, Foster. I want us both to be each other's firsts. One more week. We can have control."
Foster had little control. He kissed and his thrusts were making me drip. With shouts and moans, we released, calling each other's names. And that was pretty much how the weekend went. We never dressed. We held and kissed. Both of us seemed to be constantly hard. Love expressions for each other never ceased.
Sunday evening, we cuddled on the couch. I was fingering my boyfriend's curls.
"Parker?" "Hm." "I need you. I may never leave you. Promise me this is forever."
"I kissed Foster, my boyfriend and lover. As long as the oceans make waves, I will love you. Graduation night, we will seal our connection. We will have no more mysteries between us. We will take each other totally and forever."
My Foster tucked himself next to me, pulling the blanket over us.
***Every so often, a reader gives me an idea for a story. The idea for this one came from Jeffery B. Since I began this story, the many suggestions you readers provided have given me direction. The brother will get involved in C-5. How far this involvement carries, I have not figured out. I left the kids so deeply in love I cannot have them separate.
Maybe the brother will guide their first sexual experience. Maybe he will have sex with a teammate. If you read any of my other stories, all end on a satisfying note
The idea for Parker's brother came from Jeffrey B.
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