Ab meri gand mai 2 mote mote lund ghuse hue the or meri gand ka cheed bohat choda ho gaya tha mai zor zor se cheek rahi thi. Mai dard ke mare mari ja ...ahi thi or tabhi mere dard or badane le liye sunny bola “ arey gupta ji app bhi aa jaiye ab is rand ka ek ched or bhi khali hai” “bilkul sir jaisa app kaho” gupta ji bole. Aisa bol ke vo waha aaye or apna lund seede mere chut mai ander ghusa diya. Ab to mere halat bohat kharab ho gayi thi or mai or zor se chila ne lagi thi. But this is going to be gay sex, man bum-hole fucking, shitpit mining – what if he wants to fuck you, what if you dont get to fuck him…I dismissed my concerns as my cock was growing painfully large in my pants. “Okay” I replied just as we reached the top of his road.We got into the house and quietly went up to John’s room. Once inside, he closed the door and just like me, I could see his nervousness. The fast paced pumping of the vein in his neck told me we both felt the same about this. I knew. This was the first time we had done anything this intense. Simon started to kiss me like we had done most nights, but tonight his hands were all over me. His fingers gently traveled up under my nightie. I squirmed for him; he loves it when I squirm. Not to be out done I caressed him through his boxers and felt him moan into our kiss. We played with each other for several minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer I pulled his cock out of his boxer, he was so hard and I wanted him so badly.. Living in such close confines, if we weren’t friendly, at least on a surface level, it would have gotten awkward quickly.At least he read books, which is a rarity in this day and age. I appreciated that about him. He was a thinker and one of the few teachers I’d met who could carry on a conversation, wasn’t halfway autistic, too weird, too alcoholic, or a pedophile ... Or all those things... He also shared my affinity for exercise, walking, and we went out walking around the track for evening.