Lessons

Lessons     Mister Peters came and stood at his shoulder while Devon worked the problems.  Algebra was not his strong point, but he was working hard to get the concepts straight in his head.  It was a hot day, actually one for the local records but the two slogged steadily thru the lessons.  They were at Mister Peters house, he tutored several students over the summer break for the extra money and to pass his time profitably. Peters swore under his breath, the heat was a distraction despite the central air and he was getting frustrated at the slowness which his student Devon was taking to the subject.  He gave Devon a sheet of problems to work on and decided he himself was more interested in the above ground swimming pool out back than worrying about the math work.       Peters looked at the clock for the umpteenth time and made up his mind, he needed a break, and maybe a beer as well.  ‘Devon my man, I think we need a break for a bit, when you finish those problems what say we go for a dip in the pool out back?  Devon looked up momentarily from his work and nodded, sounds good to me he replied.’ Oh, I don’t have  a swimsuit with me though.  Peters looked Devon over, momentarily, not a problem I’ll see if I ain’t got an extra pair of trunks around.  Peters walked out and down the hallway towards his room, hopefully he thought I’ll have something that’ll fit the boy.  Going to the closet in his room he pulled out an old suitcase he hadn’t opened since College and dumped the contents onto his bed sifting thru old clothes he found several swim suits and tossed them against the headboard, stuffed the old clothes back into the case and tossed the mess back into the closet.       Hey Dev he called back down he hall, you about done with those problems? ‘Yes sir, said a voice behind him so close that he jumped in surprise.  Peters smiled as Devon was standing in the bedroom doorway watching him as he was undressing to change into his swimwear.  He laughed nervously, good, we can check the problems after we take a dip.  Why don’t you see if you can get into those trunks on the bed? ‘  As he spoke Peters pulled his drawers down and chucked them onto a chair in the corner of the room.  As he reached over to get his swim trunks he saw the look on his students face, and froze.  Devon’s eyes were saucer large and staring at his teachers crotch.  Becoming aware of his teacher’s gaze, he looked up and smiled.  Peters was large, for him it was a fact of life, but others had been literally surprised when his equipment had been exposed for whatever reason.  Suddenly aware of his situation he turned himself away from Devon who looked pointedly at the trunks on the bed.       Dude, Devon said quietly, we’re guys, we both got the same equipment, no problem.  Peters looked over at him and mumbled, yeah, no problem.  In seconds both bahis şirketleri were in trunks though Devon was frowning down at the skimpy ‘trunks” wrapped around his waist.  Peters looked at his student, What’s wrong he asked, they to loose.  Devon looked up, no, I thought they’d be a bit bigger, with you being your size and all.  Peters laughed and told him about being on the Swimming team and all in College, and that the trunks might have belonged to someone else.  Peters looked at the trunks he had on, they seemed  a little tight.  See he said stretching the waistband, they be just a little tight and he tugged at the waistband a bit.  Peter grabbed a couple of towels as they headed outside and in no time they were splashing around like tykes at play.       The pool was definitely a welcome relief as they splashed around.  After a while Peters, finding out that Devon was a non swimmer began teaching him to swim.  At some point Devon found that he liked Peters strong hands rubbing all over his body, he tried to ignore his bodies response as he concentrated on trying to swim.  As Devon was trying to backstroke Peters noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his students trunks.  He tried not to think about it, but he cold feel his own body reacting to their constant touching.  Peters watched as Devon left the pool, watched as he used one of the beach towels to dry himself off. No, he thought to himself, it will only cause trouble. He slowly rolled over in the water trying to hide the elongated member snaking from his crotch to his hip.  Along the wall of the pool was a spot where water circulated back into the pool.  Peters stopped and leaned his midsection into the flow of the returning water.  Damn he thought to himself, it’s almost as good as a handjob.  He got an idea, Hey Devon, could I ask you to do us a favor?     Getting his instructions Devon disappeared into the house, Peters hopped out of the pool and moved into the shade grabbing a towel and drying himself off.  He’d barely plopped down on the poolside lounger when he heard the screen door open and Devon appeared with a cold six pack of Brew from the refrigerator and a large bag of Chips.Devon freed a can from the plastic holder and tore open the bag of chips.  He gave the beer to Peters and was about to sit on the lounger next to Peters when Peters looked over, ‘You don’t want one, he asked. Devon looked at him for a moment, then broke into a large smile and tore a can from the plastic holder.  Peters smiled back at Devon, Hey, we’re all guys here and took a big sip of beer.       Peters looked over at his companion, laying relaxed on his lounger eyes closed.  He smiled, remembering a friend from his college days.  He began to feel the sun operating on his skin, he reached under the lounger and got some sunscreen and began applying it.  When bahis firmaları he looked up Devon was smirking at him, What?  You want some he asked the boy.  Naw, Devon said with a laugh, Black folk don’t burn it’s kinda funny watching you folks put that stuff on.  ‘Don’t believe that crap, Peters responded, you’ll flake like a popcorn ball if you don’t put something on.  I know, a buddy of mine thought the same thing and he couldn’t put a shirt on for almost a week.  Devon looked perturbed for a momentarily.  Here, said Peters handing the bottle to Devon, do my back then I’ll do yours.       Devon spread the liquid onto his hands, he slowly reached up and ran his hands on his teachers neck and across his shoulders.  Peters was a little surprised as Devon began squeezing and kneading his neck and back muscles.  He put his hands on his hips as he felt his muscles being squeezed and kneaded like dough on a board.  He worked from his neck to the base of his spine, Peters felt him stop momentarily as he replenished the liquid on his hands.  Can I do your legs?, Devon asked.  Peters shrugged, sure, why not, he answered.  Without missing a beat Peters felt Devon kneel behind him and start working the liquid from his feet to his knees, he kept working his way up his teachers body, from his knees along his quads to the base of his backside.  He ran his hands along the edges of his trunks, then surprisingly under the hem of his trunks.  Peters jumped as Devon ran his hands between his legs, and even up the crack of his ass.  He said nothing, but allowed the boy to do his magic.  he spread his legs and allowed him to do his work, eyes closed, satisfied smile on his face.  ‘Turn around, Devon said’  Peters opened his eyes, what?’  Turn around Devon repeated.’  Peters turned.       Devon looked up from his kneeling position, slathering sunscreen on his hands, he was waiting to be denied, Peters only nodded.  With a smile Devon began working from the knees, up over the thighs, first one leg then the other.  Squeezing, stretching, kneading rubbing sliding bit by bit until he was working under the hem of those trunks.  Peters knew he should have stopped him, should have said something, but he didn’t, not even when he felt Devon free his member and work his Speedo down to his knees.  Peters shifted, raised one leg, then the other and kicked the trunks to the side.  When he opened his eyes and looked own Devon was staring at it, seemingly fascinated with it, bouncing in time with Peters heartbeat.  Moving slowly he reached forward and took Peters member into his hands, with both hands clasped around his member, the head stayed free and uncovered, glancing up Devon mouthed a silent ‘wow”, then worked his hands around the stem and down to the base.  Peters felt his hips begin to flex of their own accord, he wanted to move kaçak bahis siteleri his hands but didn’t.  He was about to say something when Devon removed one hand to his balls cupping them briefly, then began squeezing them as he stroked the stem.  Peters let out a slight moan, and looked down.  Devon smiled, and Peters watched as his head inched forward, his mouth opened and closed over his glans.       The warmth, the wetness, Peters moved his hands to the back of his students head, ‘Oh my, he uttered, quietly, Oh my.’  In a smooth rhythm Devon managed to work his hands up and down Peters stalk, each stroke he stuffed a little more of Peters into his mouth then Peters could feel his glans reach the depth of Devons throat.  Without missing a beat Devon shifted on his knees and placed his hands on Peters thighs.  Again and again he would surge back and forth slamming his face into his teachers crotch.  Suddenly he stopped, moved is hands from the front of Peters thighs to the back.  He levered himself on his knees until he had changed the angle of their union.  Slowly he floated himself backward, then forward, working his head in a circular movement, he began trying to get move of Peters into his face, to open his throat.  Umph, Devon uttered, umph, with each surge forward.  Peters was about to warn the boy of the futility of his efforts when slowly, with effort, Peters felt the boys throat open and he slipped into the depth of his throat.       For a few moments neither moved, Peters astounded that his student had succeeded, Devon also surprised he’d done it.  Soon however, both were working to finish what they had begun.  Peters withdrawing until his glans sat outside the boys mouth, then slowly driving forward until he’d slipped once again deep into his throat.  By mutual consent the speed of their activity increased. When Peters felt the inevitable buildup of pressure, his speed increased, Devon worked his head in circular motion taking each stroke at varying depths.  It felt surreal to Peters, this wasn’t his first Rodeo, but it was with anyone so young, and talented.  ‘Oh, he uttered, oh, oh, shit, and he increased his efforts, he felt the tension rising, felt his phallus hardening to a new high level  He heard himself moaning, uttering nonsensical phrases.  Then suddenly, despite the warnings, he blew.  It was a release like he hadn’t felt before, lights flashed behind his eyes, his legs shook and he was almost forced to his knees. He managed not to scream, barely and not until he felt the boy strongly push him away did he release him and watch as he tried to catch his breath.       Peters stepped back looking down at the boy still on his knees who was gasping for breath.   The boy looked at him, but for some reason not wanting to meet his eyes.  ‘Holy snikes, said Peters, where in heavens did you learn to do that?’  Devon shrugged, around, he answered.  Peters laughed, damn c***d, what else can you do?  Devon glanced away ‘a few things, he answered.  Peters sat down on the nearest lounger and looked the boy over, Really?’  Hmmm