The Teacher

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The TeacherOne weekend that summer my parents went for a trip in their RV and left me in charge of the place. I’d been teaching English abroad and when I got home I was broke so I got a job at the corner store and worked on saving up some money to move back to the city. I couldn’t wait to get back to the city, where I could be as ridiculous as possible, porn shops, bath houses, public washrooms, and all the wide varieties of men, married, old, young, two or three or more at a time, all of them just a short bus ride away. Out in the country where my parents lived there was nothing for me as a 22-year-old to do. I would often call up my sister-in-law and drink with her while her husband, my redneck brother, went for drunken road trips with his friends, but other than her, if there wasn’t anyone to come out to my place from the city, I was alone to look longingly at porn, fantasizing, dreaming about something hotter than my hand.Late in the evening, but before the summer sun had set, I’d opened the bottle of wine I’d bought for myself and started drinking it fairly fast. I was in the back room finding any sort of porn I could manage for free. My favorite thing about porn is when an older guy is fucking a younger guy, the cock being so big for the small hole it actually causes discomfort, and I look, hunt for that certain look in the young guy’s eyes that shows such anguish. I would read story after story of foced sex. I loved the idea of a family member forcing the other one to relieve their pent up tensions. Fathers, drunk, or angry, or sad, hoping and begging and conniving their young sons to help them, to learn, to obey. As I lingered in the gutter of the erotic world, my eyes filling with steaming imagery m*****ation, a*****ion and ****, the sun set, night bugs crept up from the dry beds, and a moonless summer night rose up like one monstrous shadow. With the music on, I didn’t even notice anyone coming into the house.At that particular moment I was scrowling with an intense lust, a loud man, posing as a father, was fucking the shit out of a younger, quieter “son”, the boy was even pissing while being fucked, I was so aroused the I reached down and rubbed my stiffened, throbbing cock. Leaning back in my chair I was so shocked to see someone standing in the hall. Undoubtedly they’d heard everything.”Who’s there?””What are you doing?”It was a boy, my nephew, nine years old. I lashed at the computer, punching madly at the keyboard, swirling the mouse around. But nothing seemed to make it stop fast enough. I was trying to get it to stop but I only managed to make another screen pop up, this time it was the picture I’d been ogling earlier of a blond boy, quite young, an infant, sucking a big man’s cock like a candy. My nephew asked again, “What are you doing?” He came closer.”No, go back into the living room, I’ll be there in a moment.” He didn’t move. “Why are you here, how did you get here?”He didn’t really answer the question the way I’d hoped he would at all. He didn’t even have to yell, his dad was standing right there at the end of the hall. I heard him say something about the music, about how loud it was. I couldn’t make it all end quickly enough so I just control-alt-deleted the entire search. I took a sigh of relief.My nephew was standing right beside my chair now, my cock in my pants oozing pre-cum, I was afraid to stand, I’d be tenting my cotton pants easily, obviously, I didn’t know what to do.My brother came down the hall, wearing his work boots as he’s oft to do when he walks into our parents’ place. The smack of his entrance into the room was like ice in a warm drink, the tension cracked as I was so afraid of what the boy might say.My brother is seven years older than I am, his name is Ryan and he’s Daddy’s Boy. He’s the one that took on the construction job like our dad and wears the work boots well. He’s by far my big brother, weighing easily fifty pounds more than me and standing just slightly taller. He’s a family man, he’d like to think, you know, he keeps traditions up and doesn’t like to deviate. Or so he likes to think. He’s as straight as they get, he always portrays. He drinks a lot though, beer and rye, and he gets so drunk. He lives only a short distance away so he often drives drunk. Tonight he was driving drunk. He was drunk right now.He stood there, all of us lost in the darkness of the house I’d forgotten while I travelled through the cyber gutter. “How are you doing?””Fine,” I said, looking at the k**, making sure he didn’t think of anything smart to say.”What are you doing back here in the dark?””I was writing, but then I had to reboot because the computer, it — it froze.””Froze my ass, I bet you were looking at the ladies and stuff.”See the worst part about my brother is that he knows I’m gay but he doesn’t accept it, he enthusiastically announces things like this as if to mask the truth he knows. He knew what I’d been doing, you could tell he knew what I was doing, because we’re both men and we’re both horny on Saturday nights.Feeling as though my cock had reached a rather softened inclination I chose to stand and leave the computer behind. When I stood I realized the wine I’d devoured at the helm of the computer had made me relatively tipsy, I wobbled with a head rush when I stood and my brother laughed.”Does Dad have any beer?” I know Dad hates it when my brother comes over and robs the fridge of the beer.”What are you tuzla escort doing out and about? Shouldn’t you have your son in bed by now?”I rubbed the boy’s head and moved on from the awkward moment in just such a way uncles are apt to do in moments like this. Remember when you were young and you saw something you shouldn’t have and the adult just reacted as if nothing had happened, you wondered about it there for a moment and then you forgot about it, and forgot about it entirely. When your a deviant man you hope you can bury in the c***drens’ past the secrets of their future with smiles and kindness. “You want some candy, I think there’s some chocolate in the fridge.”Ryan called from the kitchen, “Don’t go offering him some sugar now, it’s way passed his bedtime.””Oh leave him alone, have a beer,” I yelled back.I told the boy to go play in my father’s private den, there was a computer game in there he liked to play with. Often when he came over he immersed himself in it for hours and hours, much to the disappointment of my mother, the shutterbug who was always looking for the next photo op with the lads.Ryan was already throwing himself down on the couch in the living room with a great, drunken sigh. Under his weight, the couch slid to one side a bit. He actually kicked off his boots and they fell on the floor sending the odor of his sweaty feet all over the room. He was so disgusting.”Ellen went to Renfew with a couple of the girls, I’m sure they’re right fucked by now.” Ellen was his wife, a bit of an alcoholic like her husband, but the sort of drunk who passes out at bars and wakes up in rigs heading in the right direction. She’ll be back in a couple of days, as usual, saying that Renfrew was a lot of fun. She’ll tell me everything, pissing me off more than making me jealous, her son will suffer the most of this. Ryan knows she’s sleeping around but he’s not the sort to hit a woman. He just lets her do it. Lets her step all over him, lets her abandon the boy to him.My brother sulked as he popped open another bottle of beer. I turned on the television and let it fall, as if unintentionally, upon a porn channel. “Geez, I wish we got these channels.” There was a woman of some Spanish descent, being fucked hard up the ass by some tan blonde guy with pecs bigger than her tits. It was actually quite hot because the woman sounded as though she were hurting, as if she were actually saying no. It was hot, it reminded me of a pic I’d seen of a little boy crying as a man with a tremendous cock forced it inside his tiny butt hole. My erection came back, I didn’t even try to hide it.”Getting turned on by this shit,” my brother questioned, “here I thought you were a flaming queer.””I am,” I said, my voice like a whip reaching all the way across the room the snap at him.”Sure don’t look like it to me.” He pointed with the peak of his ball cap at the tent in my pants as I stood in the middle of the living room watching the television. I was kind of emberassed and walked away. I poured myself some wine.”Is that what you do while mom and dad are away, you just sit over here and watch porn and jerk off? I wish I had the time.””Don’t lie to me, of course you have the time.””What am I supposed to do, get Matt to help me out. That’s gross.”There was a sense I got from him that he was desperate. There wasn’t the same sort of anger or animosity in his voice. Maybe he had thought of it already but recoiled from the idea simply because the only thing he knew how to do was object to such things. When I looked over at him he wasn’t really looking at anything, he was already falling asleep. I thought I’d taken advantage of this moment to go back to the back den and see what Matt was doing. I quietly ambled down the hallway, not really trying to sneak or anything, but when I got back there I discovered the boy was at the computer looking at something which must have remained on the desktop from my previous searches. He was looking at a simple site of young guys fucking. Just a photo-set, nothing dirty or weird, just two guys having sex.”What are you looking at?” He turned around, red-faced, shocked, but not afraid or anything. He was holding his crotch.”I don’t know.””Have you ever heard about sex? It’s what two people do when they like each other a lot, they touch each other and it feels good, and they touch their privates to make themselves feel really, really good.””Do you touch your privates?” He asked it while he looked down at my crotch.”Oh yes, do you?””Sometimes, but I’m afraid of Daddy catching me, he says that we shouldn’t touch ourselves that we should only let other people do it for us. Thing is I can never find anyone to touch mine for me.””Can I touch it?” I couldn’t believe it, my head was swimming. I took a sip of my wine and nervously placed it on the desk.”No,” he recoiled.”Why?””I’m too small.” He bravely admitted. “Can I touch yours?”The way we were standing made it very easy for him to look up at me with his pouting eyes, full of a longing for exploration, for attachment. Uncles are always in a position to provide what the parents can’t. It is my duty to let him see this. I pulled the waistband of my cotton pants down and revealed my throbbing, monster cock. Poking out like a eight-inch flag pole, throbbing from the teasing and lust, it oozed juices, it turned red with intimidation. It was like an angry dog at the end of its leash. “It can’t bite,” pendik escort I said. Matt looked at it as though the dog’s leash might snap and attack him. “Touch it and you’ll see how cool it is.”A symphony of crickets and night bugs played throughout the country valley, a concerto concerned with the virtuous descent of my innocent nephew. He reached with such slow apprehension, his eyes darting to the door to see if anyone was coming. I touched the side of his face, stroking his soft adolescent cheek with a mixture of calming sympathy and diabollical determination. My eyes watered, glossed with a devious desire to hurry him along, to get his hand around my shaft. At that moment there was a clammer in the other room and Matt jumped in his seats. It seemed the disturbance shattered the tranquility of entire valley, there was a silence that stretched as far as the new found night.I pulled my trousers over my cock and let the elastic slap my belly, I shrunk immediately. “It’s your father, I’ll be right back. Don’t worry about it, just stay here.””He’s been drinking since I had breakfast.”Holy fuck, that’s new. Usually it doesn’t start till noon. I walked out to the kitchen, beyond, into the living room where my brother, it would seem, had collapsed in the middle of the living room. Luckily he’d not hit his head on anything, but he was shaking. He looked up at me. “I need to go to the washroom, I can’t stand up.”He was disgusting. “You’re not driving home.””I know.”I bent over and tried to pick him, “Come on, you have to help me.”With a great lumbering effort he did his best to lift himself up with me under his arms to assist him, I mumbled, “You may be my brother but you are heavy.”He forced a laugh. Dizzily he arrived on his feet and I started to walk him to the washroom, his son was standing at the hallway witnessing his father. I wanted to tell him this isn’t what drinking is all about, that his father had drank too much, that there can be a good side to celebrating with a drink, but something inside me told me that my nephew had already decided his parents were ugly from their abuse of alcohol and there was nothing I could do about that.”Matt go in the back room, you don’t need to see this,” he father said, then belched disgustingly. He didn’t sound well. “I think I’m going to barf.””Did you eat anything today?””Breakfast of champions.” Whatever that was today, I didn’t really want to know, sounded as though he ate nothing by the sounds of it.Standing in the washroom he fumbled with his belt. “Ah, I can’t do it. Get it for me now.”I balanced him on his own heels and fiddled with the buckle on his belt, all rather objectively, as though I were a nurse unawares that I was undressing my brother. Suddenly his pants fell and from his boxers emerged his eel of a cock, instantly he starting pissing, it splashed everywhere until I grabbed it, hot and throbbing, and aimed the head of it at the toilet. As he pissed I let my fingers stroke the sharp little hairs of his sack and his cock started to grow. I looked at his face, his eyes were closed in silent revelry. Soon his pissing subsided but he stayed like that, wobbling in ecstasy. I was getting hard as he was, his boner strengthening warmly in my fingers.”Don’t do that,” he said, but that was all he said. He didn’t fight me, he didn’t try to push me off. He began to lean back and soon he was leaning against the vanity, smashing into it, making a clatter of the soaps and perfumes my mother had arranged so neatly.I was stroking his cock. I’d always wanted to do this to be honest. I couldn’t believe was free to do this with him while he was unaware. He clumsily smacked the top of my head. I wasn’t sure if it was attempt to steer me away or to encourage me closer, I interpretted it as the latter and leaned in for my first taste of my brother’s man cock. It was so much thicker than mine, it smelled so rich of his poor hygiene but it didn’t matter. I licked the head of it, tasting the beer-enhanced urine and then put the whole of it in my mouth, without looking up or hesitating I sucked him harder and harder. Quickly I ushered on his semen, I wanted him to cum fast so he wouldn’t decide it was wrong. I was good at sucking cock, I’d been doing it for years, I was determined to take his load in my mouth. It didn’t take long either, he jerked and spat some curse, suddenly his large load was coating my throat. I pulled off and he sluggishly shot one more out and it hit the side of my face.”I have to lie down.” He mumbled.I lead him to the couch and lay him there, pulling up a garbage bin next to him. Then I went back to the back room and found my nephew there looking at things I’d looked at before. “Now,” I said, clearing my throat, “where were we?””I saw what you did to my dad, why did you do that?””Because us grown ups need to have someone do that to us, it helps us think clearly. Your dad was acting so strangely because it’d been so long since someone had done it to him.””Does my mom do it to him,” he asked so innocently.”I doubt it.””Who does it to you?””I haven’t had anyone do it to me in a while.” I looked around, the room seemed to be watching. “Let’s go into my room. My room was just down the hall a little more. Our house was a converted trailer, there were all sort of room at this end of it. My room was filled with books, my nephew always loved looking through these books but I always told his grandmother kartal escort to not let him go in there alone in case he stumbled upon some of the porn magazines I stowed away in there. I lay on my bed and told him to come on up next to me. I pulled down my pants and got naked in my bed. “You do the same, we’re both guys here and your dad’s sound asleep, don’t worry about it.” He was still rather hesitant. “Here,” I coaxed him, “let me help you with your shirt.””I can do it.” He pulled with his might to get his shirt off, revealing the baby fat that would go away with puberty. He was charming. My nephew was the first son of the next generation, my sister had some k**s but they would come later. This boy was like a beacon for all of us, he was born as if for the sole purpose of reminding all of us that there were c***dren in this world, with innocence and hope for our degenerate family. He stood and pulled down his jogging pants and stayed for a second in his red-lined tighty-whities. I told him to stay standing for a moment so I could look at him. I told him he was beautiful. He blushed. “A handsome boy, you make me so proud.” I rubbed his crotch and felt within the cotton his little package was hard, I told him to remove his underwear for me to see.I’d never seen a boy naked before. I mean, when I was a k** I’d seen my friends naked, but now that I was older I’d never seen it, the golden youth, the flawless skin, unblemished with the crop of dark hair that comes with time, free from the atrocity of cum, I leaned up and kissed his boy penis softly, holding it in my lips. “How does that feel?””It feels really good.””It did for me too — maybe you should try it with mine. Put my cock in your mouth boy. Suck it like a popsicle.” He got on his knees, I was lying flat on my back, he grabbed it in his hand and pointed the throbbing head of it as his puckered, pink lips. There was some precum coming out.”What is that?””It’s the stuff that makes it feel so good. Go ahead, taste it, see if you like it.”He licked it right off the top of my cock. I was getting so tense, I thought I might cum right then, right all over his face. He said then that he didn’t like it. This from the k** who doesn’t like anything, of course he didn’t like it. I smiled as he knotted his face with the strange new taste. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”I couldn’t believe it.”What do you mean? Please, do it for your uncle. Do it for me like I did it for your Daddy?”He looked at my cock, suddenly he lowered his head onto it while he kept his eyes on mine for any sign that I might give up, soon his lips were around it and he licked it cautiously. Oh it felt so good, and what really drove me wild was how big my cock looked compared to his sweet little face. Feeling teased more than relieved I gave him instruction. “Stroke it with your hand. Suck it a little. Lick it all the way down and lick here and spit on it. Get it all wet. I love it. It feels so good.” The wild lust in my cock steered me and I told him to stop for a second.I’ve always loved face fucking and I couldn’t resist. I had to do it. I stood on my bed and told him to stay on his knees, it was perfect. I held his head in my hands forced my cock in his mouth, he whimpered but I didn’t listen to him. I fucked his young face like a virgin ass, not aware of anything that was going on around me. I arched my back and put the thrust of my thighs into the gyration. Snot was coming down his red little face, he was crying. Suddenly I pulled out and jerked it a bit and shot the long-coming load all over his little face.At that moment his father stepped in and said, “What the fuck did you just do?””I taught him how to take care of you in the future.””Bastard. Now I’m going to teach you to mess with my boy.”My brother grabbed my arm and yanked me away from my nephew. I threw me against the book shelf and it wobbled on its foundation. I was smiling though, I couldn’t wait for what was coming. Stupid redneck, thinks this is supposed to scare me.Off the shelf then onto the bed, he threw me with incredible force. He spit on his rejuvenated cock and right in front of his son he forced himself inside me. I squirmed, it had been a long time but I took it with a grin. He leaned over and in my ear, with his breath wreaking like an alcoholic’s, he spat, “You like that homo? Then take it like a man, mother fucker!”He then proceeded to drive himself angrily inside me. I closed my eyes and savored my brother’s ****. I watched my nephew smile and wipe my cum off his lips. Suddenly my brother realized he wasn’t getting anywhere so he picked me and told me to spread myself against the bookshelf, “Oh ya,” I shouted as he drove himself in the depth of his cock. “Fuck me harder!””You like that eh,” he grunted as he pounded my ass with his manhood. He tried to slap my ass but succeeded in punching it more than anything. And when he got the idea he proceeded to add a beating to the v******e. I took it well, he punched harder against my thigh, I was going to have huge bruises but I took it, I didn’t say a word. Soon snough he pulled out and told me to sit on the bed where I took his mean load all over my face. “Bastard.” But there was something in his voice that accented his pleasure.”Feel good,” I coyly suggested.”Shut up.””Anytime.”He flagged his son to join him and I was left naked and soiled on the bed I’d grown up on. I heard him stammer out of the house, sobered by his sin, they hopped in the truck and drove off into the night and I could hear returning to the house the serenade of twilight’s orchestra. In the darkness I grinned, a sinister but caring smile.That was just the beginning.

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