Teacher's pet

chapter 5

"Mr. Beckham," I said in disbelief. I put my fingers up to my lips, to make sure they had just been kissed a second time.

"Ethan," he said softly, pressing his body against mine. His stomach was firm, but definitely far from flat. His hand was on my waist and I liked the size of it, and how warm it was. I could feel the heat radiating through my blazer. His hand moved down my side and he grabbed my butt firmly. I was so hard I couldn't stand it. I was worried I'd cum in my pants, and that'd be the lamest thing I'd ever done.

"I--I--," I started, realizing I had nothing to say.

"Do you like me Ethan?" he asked gently. "If not, you must think I'm a perverted, old man."

"C'mon, Mr. Beckham. You're not old," I said hastily. He laughed.

"Older than you."

"I don't care," I said. I didn't. I started to feel bubbly. I couldn't believe this was happening and I really didn't even know what to think.

"Oh really?" he asked in his Mr. Beckham sort of way.

"Really." He laughed.

"You're late for lunch. We can talk again after school." He gave my ass another firm squeeze and walked me to the door. I felt tingly all over. Compared to the start of the school year, Mr. Beckham was definitely carrying a little extra weight. At the thought of him grabbing my ass I couldn't believe I hadn't taken the opportunity to grab his juicy backside in return.

I skipped lunch; it was no way I was going to be able to eat. Did I even go to class the rest of the day? I couldn't remember. I ran up to his room as soon as I got my things out of my locker. He was sitting at his desk, eating a package of cookies.

He saw me and smiled. My stomach did a somersault. I closed the door to his room and walked over to his desk. He finished the last cookie and stood up. He was so much bigger than me.

I felt my face get hot. I was so not dreaming. I could see him in front of me, so close. I could smell his cologne. His face would be in my memory forever.

"Glad to see you, how was your day?" he asked.

"It was good." He walked closer to me, even closer than he had been. He was so close his slight belly pushed into me. I liked it.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, looking down at me. I laughed. He smiled.

"Yeah, I did," I said nervously. I could feel my hands shaking, but I'd regret it forever if I didn't touch his butt. "But I missed this most of all," I said, firmly grasping a cheek in each of my hands. It was gigantic. I couldn't believe he had so much ass. My hands held generous portions, but there was so much more there. With his body pressed against me I could feel he was getting hard. His penis swelled and I could only imagine its true girth, free from the confines of his khakis.

"Let's go," he said, and I could tell he was turned on. I couldn't believe he was turned by me.

"Okay." I pulled my hat, a plain navy blue one, out of my coat pocket and put it on. He grabbed his coat and bag and we made our way to the parking lot.

I got into my car and, thankfully, it started. I saw him pull out of the parking lot and I followed. I was freaking out again. I didn't even ask where we were going. I drove in silence, playing out scenarios in my head of what would happen. I wanted him so badly it hurt. My dick actually ached he made me so hard.

He pulled in front of a house twenty minutes later. I parked behind him. We both got out and I walked up to him. I almost slipped on a patch of ice but he caught me. I was starting this encounter off terribly. He'd see I was just some dumb high school senior.

He opened the door and we went inside. It was his house. I got a bit afraid I'd see a picture of his wife and kids or something, but he never wore a wedding ring.

"I like your house." He smiled.

"I'm glad you like it." If it were a movie, it would definitely be the part where I found out Mr. Beckham was a crazy, murdering rapist. I counted to ten. I had to chill out. I had to be cool.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Whatever you want to," he said reassuringly.

"Can we just talk?" I asked. "Just for now."

"Of course," he said. He pulled his sweater over his head. "Let me go change first." He walked off towards a bedroom and I followed. I wanted to see him change clothes.

His house was kind of small, but it made sense if it was just him. For one or two people, it was actually pretty spacious. I sat on the bed, taking in my surroundings.

He unbuttoned his shirt. He had on a white tank underneath and he removed that as well. He had a small amount of hair around his navel and on his chest. He was pretty muscular, but had a small belly. I wanted to lick him, an impulse that was not new. I bet he tasted incredible. He unbuttoned his khakis and I saw he wore boxer briefs. I knew it. He just seemed like that kind of guy. His large thighs held up his meaty, bubble butt.

I had changed my mind, forget about talking. If he wanted to fuck, we could fuck. He sat on the bed next to me and pulled off his socks. His belly spilled into his lap a bit. He pulled my hat off, which I forgot I was wearing. I then pulled off my bulky coat. He stood up again and went over to a drawer. He pulled off his underwear, his ass towards me, and pulled on a pair of sweats.

I pulled off my uniform blazer and loosened my tie. "So, winter break is coming up," I said. "What're your plans for the holidays?" I saw how his meaty pecs rested on his gut. I wanted his nipples in my mouth so I could tease them with my tongue.

"I'll be alone this year," he said. "I'm an only child and my parents are going on a cruise."

"My family is going to Florida for my sister's volleyball tournament, so I'll be going it alone myself."

"Maybe we could spend it together," he said with a laugh.

"You're joking, but I'd love to make you dinner."

"Trying to win my heart, eh?" He focused his eyes on me and we looked at each other intensely. "Come here," he said in a deep, low voice. I moved closer to him. He kissed me, and my hand found itself on his stomach. It felt so good, solid. "Is this okay?" he asked. I nodded and he began to unbutton my dress shirt. I pulled off my tie. My body was thin, sure, but I was proud of the slight muscularity it possessed.

He kissed my neck, and his facial hair tickled slightly. "That feels good," I moaned. He kissed me some more, moving down my body slowly, licking me every so often. I was fully erect, and his hand rested on the front of my slacks, atop where my penis sat. He rubbed it slightly, through the fabric.

He took his thick fingers and undid the button. He pulled at my pants, and then at my briefs. My dick bobbed freely before resting against my stomach. He pushed me back, so I was lying flat on my back on his mattress. He continued to kiss my neck as he slowly began to stroke my penis. His hand felt so big, and it was so warm. I wanted to last a long time. I didn't want to cum too quickly.

He continued to stroke it and I was really enjoying it. "You like that, don't you?" he teased. "You're probably about to cum any second." He kept at it, stroking my dick a few more times before I came all over my stomach. I felt so drained. He stopped kissing my neck and went towards my dick. He put the head in his mouth, lapping up the remnants of my ejaculation. That was enough to get me excited all over again

After that I got cleaned up, and put my uniform back on. I gave him my address again and we exchanged cell numbers. I couldn't believe that we'd just done that. It was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I couldn't wait to spend Christmas with him. I had never been so happy to be left out by my father.