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After our impromptu threeway, Jay and I got up to get our day started properly. We had lots of fun plans to get to! I grabbed a quick shower before Jay so that he would be able to assess the damage to his well-used hole, and give himself another cleaning afterwards. I am ever the gentleman.
The first thing on our docket was the beach! No too far from my home is a nice little public beach. And on certain portions of this beach, law enforcement has been kind enough to “look the other way” when it comes to public nudity laws.
We were headed to a nude beach for the afternoon.
Before we went to the beach proper, though, we had a couple of stops to make. The first was just for food - fucking three times in 12 hours builds an appetite. While we grabbed a quick bite, our second stop became apparent when some cute boy started chatting up Jay online. He wanted a piece, and I’m a very generous daddy, so I told Jay to let him know we would be stopping by.
This boy, we will call him Pete, lived not far from where we were headed, so it only took us a few minutes to get there after leaving lunch. He let us in and led us straight to the bedroom. Pete was verse, and he was looking to get both of his itches scratched that afternoon; first I would top him, and then he would top Jay.
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When you were in school, did you ever start crushing on one of your teachers? Getting hard imagining your teacher disciplining you, contemplating the smell of your gym coach’s jockstrap, calling a certain professor “Daddy” in your head. Logistically, you know nothing will ever come of it, but you still fantasize about it. Mostly harmless.
Well, I did it. I fucked my teacher.
This story starts many years ago, when I was still in college. The degree program I was enrolled in was fairly new, and a lot kinks were being worked out as it went along. Along with that, we also had a pretty decent amount of young, or young-ish, professors. Since it was a tech-related program, everyone was pretty nerdy as well.
The subject my professor actually taught isn’t important, but you can be damn sure it was my favorite class. From that very first day, he made an impression on me. Scruffy facial hair, good sense of humor, and many shared interests - he was teaching in my major after all. Instant crush. Then I found out he was gay, and I nearly went all anime nosebleed everywhere. Found out in the middle of class too, so I really had to make sure I kept my shit together. After that, I probably spent the next two or so years hopelessly crushing on Teach. I think knowing he was gay gave me some sort of subconscious false hope that I actually had a shot. But I mean come on, I don’t think someone’s going to want to actually risk their job over some kid who can’t even legally drink yet.
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