"No Dustin," Jacob Gordon said as he leaned over his student's shoulder. "That's not a debit - it's a credit - and that should go over to this column. You know better than that."
"Oh yeah," the young man said, scratching his long blond hair with the eraser end of his pencil before before correcting the mistake, and as the senior citizen looked over the shoulder of his protege he got the feeling that Dustin not only knew better but he had done that on purpose.
Not again. That was the thought that went through the retired teacher's mind as he tried not to inhale the scent of that Axe spray, or whatever it was that Dustin used. Step back. That wasn't you last time. It was an aberration, one that rarely happened before in 40 years of instructing and would never happen again if he could help it. A misstep born out of loneliness, and the best way to avoid that was to step back.
Sixty four year old Jacob Gordon didn't step back, although he had time and could not use the excuse of being shocked and caught off guard like last time. Instead he stood there next to his pupil watching the boy wiggle the pencil with his right hand while his left came around his back and reached up into the crotch of his tutor's baggy trousers.
"Dustin..." the old man gasped when he felt the hand reaching - searching for what had been way too easy to find last time.
Last time Jacob had been aroused, consumed by the sweetness of the blond lad with the dimples and the innocent smile. Inflamed by the smooth pale skin - and so much of it visible because of the shorts and tank-top Dustin wore - except for the scab on his left knee the lad had got from skateboarding.
He's too young, Jacob had told himself that last time as he tried to not notice the boy's habit of reaching down to his crotch to rearrange things, even though their was a noticeable bulge in the shorts. Too young even though Jacob had maneuvered around the desk several times to get a better view of the wisps of blond hair - so blonde it was nearly invisible - that sprouted from the boy's deep armpits and seemed to beg to be stroked or nibbled on again.
"I'm 18," Dustin had said in defending what he was doing, and Jacob remembered being 18 himself once decades ago, and while he had been curious and open back then as well, never so much so as to grope a teacher's crotch.
Last time the teacher's cock had been easy to find because it had been significantly aroused, so much so that even in the baggy slacks the student had seen the outline. This time Jacob had done everything in his power not to let that arousing happen - everything except for stepping back before the hand came.
"Not excited to see me this time Mr. Gordon?" Dustin asked as he looked up to the teacher, grinning when his hand found the flaccid tube after a brief search. "There it is. Can't hide something like this, especially from somebody who wants to find it as bad as I do."
"Please. This isn't right," the old man protested, straightening up and intending to step back but failing to do anything but put his hand on Dustin's pale shoulder.
"That's what makes it so good," Dustin insisted as he swiveled in his chair to fully face his teacher, his face eye-level with the belt on the slacks with the letter G on the buckle. "Been thinking about your big dick every night."
"Please Dustin - don't," Jacob Gordon croaked, his voice crumbling along with his resistance as the lad's hand came out from between his legs and moved to the fly of his trousers.
"Do you mean that?" Dustin asked, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked up at the weathered face of his mentor while his hand rubbed the bulge that was growing under his touch. "I will stop if you want Mr. Gordon. Just say the word."
"Your mother..." Jacob Gordon protested as he thought of the boy's Mom somewhere outside that closed door.
"She knows better that to interrupt, and besides, it's locked."
"I..." was all Jacob said because he had noticed Dustin locking the door after they entered and had said nothing, and after a moment of awkward silence Dustin stopped rubbing.
"Thought so," Dustin replied as his fingers took the tab of the old man's zipper and slowly pulled it down, and after lowering it reached in like a kid going into a cookie jar and with great flair extracted what he wanted.
"Mmmm," Dustin purred as he let the flaccid hose hang out of the opened fly for a moment, examining the wrinkled beige organ and the network of veins that covered much of the uncut flesh, and then he took it in his hand and pulled it downward.
"Damn," Dustin whispered under his breath as the already impressive organ stretch down as if it was made of elastic instead of flesh and blood. "Still can't get over how long this thing is. Remember how far down my lips got last time?"
"Yes," Jacob Gordon grunted, trying not to look down and having to look at that innocent face, although judging by the way he had performed fellatio on his aged organ last time Dustin was far from innocent.
Jacob did look down through. He saw the boy milking his cock, looking at it with a combination of lust and wonder, and he saw his cock once again forget how old he was by getting longer and stiffer and beginning to rise to point at Dustin who was there waiting with his lips parted.
"Ohh!" Jacob groaned as the boy's wet lips slid down the stiffening pole while his right hand gripped the shaft of the old man's member, and Jacob found himself assisting by undoing his belt for the lad.
After the belt came loose the elder's baggy trousers went down to the carpet, and Dustin reluctantly let go of Jacob's cock long enough to yank down the old timer's boxer shorts. The student smiled when the senior stepped out of the clothing around his ankles and his cock sprang around wildly.
"Gotcha!" Dustin cackled as his fist took back custody of the long spear, and before he resumed giving Jacob head he looked up with a twinkle in his eye and reminded his tutor of what was going to follow. "You know where this is going after I get it hard, don't you Mr. Gordon?"
"Yes," the silver-haired senior replied, shuddering when he saw what Dustin's free hand had removed from a drawer of his desk, and when the bottle of the cleverly named Fifty Shades of Grey anal lubricant thumped on the wood he found himself chuckling to himself.
"Where will it go?" Dustin mumbled. "Tell me."
"In - into your anus," Jacob reluctantly said.
"Yeah," Dustin replied, smacking his lips before going back to work.
Jacob knew he would be compounding his sins by not only allowing the boy to perform oral sex on him but would then defile the lad by taking him anally. Jacob hadn't been the first and he knew he would likely not be the last to take the lad that way, but this was not what he signed on for when he accepted this tutoring assignment and all he had to do was step back. Step back and say "I'm flattered but..." and walk away.
The problem was that the elder had done that last time, but the lad had ignored his feeble protests and kept right on doing what he wanted, and Jacob Gordon let him do it. It was happening again.
The lad was multi-tasking, continuing to suck Jacob's cock while his fist milked the shaft while with his other hand the boy was undoing his own shorts and wiggling out of them without missing a beat.
Jacob noted that the young fellow was already erect, his very slender and modestly sized penis so stiff that it curved back towards his stomach. The reddish glans of Dustin's circumcised organ, a surprisingly plump bulb that looked out of place on top of the slim shaft, was so taut that it looked ready to burst, and the bead of pre-cum that glistened on the opening testified further to the lad's excitement.
"You're hard," Dustin said and he looked at the grizzled shaft he was holding like it was a treasure, and then he was making the saliva streaked organ glisten even more by lubing the weapon. "You know what I want."
"Yes," Jacob said, and he knew what he wanted too. The study materials were cast aside, and after the desk was cleared Dustin was standing up, his upstanding prong making like a diving board while he prepared to assume the position he had been put in by the inflamed teacher last time, but this time Jacob wanted more.
The mentor took the bottle of lube from the lad but set it aside for the time being, and after Dustin bent over his desk and spread his legs Jacob went down to his creaky knees and parted them further, squeezing the pert pale cheeks of his student.
"Oh man!" Dustin gasped when he realized that what was rubbing his puckered ring was not the finger greased lubricant from the bottle but the tongue of his mentor, and as the old man pushed his face in the crevice and extended his tongue to the limit the lad squealed. "Oh man, you're freaking rimming me!"
"Shut up!" Jacob hissed, the thought of the boy's mother hearing that sending a chill down is aching spine, but the thrill of eating out the lad's ass seemed to be worth it.
Thinking anything had ever been in or out of that sweet little orifice seemed impossible, but Jacob knew differently. It had been severely violated but one would never know it judging by the way Dustin's ass tasted.
He swirled the tip of his tongue into the lad's anus while reaching up and grabbing Dustin's dangling nut sack, and as he kneaded the hairless pouch roughly Dustin thankfully kept his mouth shut except for stifled sounds of pleasure.
The old man wished they were in a nice soft bed in a tastefully decorated bedroom instead of holed up in a cluttered teen's study area with pictures of skateboarders and animated video game characters on the walls, but maybe that was part of the appeal because the throbbing of the old man's cock was running the show and the more he sucked the lad's ass the more crazed he found himself becoming.
