Staying late with Mr. Carlson

My name's Alex. When I was 18 I was your typical teen. I was about five foot eight with spiked blond hair and a slender build. My abs were in pretty good shape. My cock was about eight inches.

I had a history teacher named Mr. Carlson who was hot as hell. I sat in the front row, so when he walked around the room his crotch was always level with my eyes. He was over six feet tall. Really muscular. Short, brown hair. And a fairly large bulge that I had seen more than once.

One day, I had soccer practice until four o'clock and then I had to go to Mr. Carlson's class to make up a test. When I walked in he was on his computer and told me to sit in the back corner to take the test. Before I even started, though, he asked me, "Where'd you come from?" He apparently noticed that I was kinda sweaty.

"Soccer practice," I told him.

After another second, he asked, "Could you help me with something real quick?"

"Sure," I said. Walking up to him, he told me that he was supposed to be getting a massage right now, but he had to stay late for me.

"Sorry," I said.

"Oh, It's alright," he said. "I was thinkin' though. Could you give me a massage?"

Looking at him in disbelief, I asked him, "What?"

"I just wanted a massage," he said. "I'll return the favor if you want."

"No thanks, Mr. Carlson," I said walking back to my desk and working on my test.

"Why don't you stop with that test," he said, suddenly. "You got an A. As long as you give me that massage."

"No th..."

"I said give me a massage," he said. "If you want an A give me the massage. Otherwise, it's a zero in the grade book."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Of course I am," he said.

Reluctantly, I skulked up to him again. "So what do I have to do?"

"Just a simple massage," he said, standing up. "There's nothing wrong with this, Alex."

"Whatever," I said.

Mr. Carlson walked over to the door, closed it, and locked it. Then, he cleared off his desk and lay down on it, face down.

Unsure of myself, I started to touch his back.

"Harder," he said.

Putting one hand on each shoulder, I massaged harder. Suddenly, he flipped over on to his back and sat up.

"What's wrong with this picture, Alex?" he asked.

"Everything," I said.

He just laughed. "How many people give a massage through their clothes?"

I just looked away.

"Come on," he said. "Take off my shirt."

I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off of him, revealing a white undershirt.

"There we go," he said. "You can leave the undershirt."

As he lay back down, I continued the massage until he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it in the corner. He now lay on the desk, topless, revealing his muscular body. It was then that I realized that I liked what I saw.

As I continued the massage, he let out a few soft groans that showed that he liked it. "Don't forget the lower back."

Slowly, I moved my hands down to his lower back.

"Get the lotion and put some on," he said, indicating to the top of the bookcase in front of him.

I walked over and reached up and grabbed it, a little of my lower back and much of my blue plaid boxers showing as I did so.

"Sagger are you?" he asked. "That's cool."

As I rubbed lotion on his back, he said, "Ya know, Alex. I sat you in the front row for a reason." Confused, I stopped the massage. "I've seen you looking at my crotch all the time. Are you gay?"

"No, just curious," I admitted.

"Cool," he said. "I'm curious too. For example, I've seen you get hard during class a few times. I assume you've seen my bulge too."

"Yeah, more than once."

"Why don't you take another look?" he said. Suddenly, he flipped over so he was lying on his back. His chest had a little hair around his pecs and leading down to his waist. Sure enough, he had a huge bulge through his dress pants. Kicking off his shoes, he said, "You like what you see?"

"I don't know," I said, embarrassed.

"Well I sure like what I see right now," he said, his eyes on my own massive bulge. "Why don't you continue the massage?"

Confused because he was face up now, I asked, "Where?"

"Everywhere."

I immediately felt around his abs. Then I moved down to his waist and unbuttoned his pants.

Mr. Carlson, looking down at his bulge with shock. "What you doin' down there?" he asked.

"Continuing the massage," I said, with a smile.

"Well why don't you stay with the chest and back?"

"You said you wanted a massage," I said, unzipping his pants to reveal blue and white striped boxers. Slowly, I slipped my hand under his pants, over his boxers, and felt his crotch.

"Umm... Alex, Maybe you shouldn't touch everywhere," Mr. Carlson said, nervously.

"What?" I said. "You wanted the massage, so I'm giving it to you." I walked down to his feet and pulled his pants off of him.

Now only in boxers, Mr. Carlson stood up. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Of course I am," I said. "And you said you'd return the favor, so take off my shirt."

Surprised at how much fun I was having, he walked up to me and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Then, he pulled down my shorts leaving me in only my boxers. Stepping toward him, I placed my hand on his bulge, as he did the same to me. We kissed for a second, and then he pushed me against the wall and knelt down in front of me.

Eyeing my growing bulge, he placed a hand on each of my butt cheeks and pulled himself close to my cock. Placing a hand on each of my thighs, he put his rough hands under my boxers and felt my balls.

Then, slowly he grabbed hold of my boxers and pulled them down slowly, my cock flinging out into his face. Then he put his mouth around my cock and sucked.

With a groan, I put my hand on his head. His hands slid up to my chest and felt around my abs and then found my ass again, giving them a nice squeeze.

Suddenly he pulled away and told me to suck him. As he stood up, I yanked down his boxers and placed his cock in my mouth. His cock was easily nine or ten inches now. Suddenly, he tensed up as I pulled away and continued rubbing his cock with my hand and unleashed a huge load all over my chest. He had his hands behind his head as the load continued until I had cum all over my chest. Just seeing it made me tense and shoot out my own load. I managed to stand up quick enough that most of it landed all over his legs. He was so tall that my cock was at least three or four inches below his.

Leaning against him, I put my head to his chest and felt his abs as my load continued.

"Well that was fun," I said.

"Same time tomorrow," he said. It wasn't a question. It was a command. "Maybe we'll fuck too."

"I'd love to," I said. "That massage was a pretty good move."

After a minute of standing there, he said, "Well you better leave."

Reluctantly parting from his perfect chest, I gathered up my shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks, but didn't see my boxers.

"Here," Mr. Carlson said, handing out his own boxers. I looked to see my boxers already on him, snug around his softening cock.

I gladly took his boxers from him and pulled them on. Getting dressed, I gave him one last kiss and left the room with a smile on my face.

As I walked out the door, I spotted what was on his computer. gay porn. Pictures of guys about his age naked.

Maybe I'll check some out when I get home, I thought.