How it Was Chapter 2
This is a follow up to "How it Was Ch.1", so it might make a bit more sense if you read that one first, although I think it also stands alone well enough.
This is a work that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Feedback is always welcome.
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Mr. Robinson stood at the edge of the clearing, hands on his hips, lips pursed speculatively. There was no hiding what I was up to, my shorts and tighty-whities were around my ankles, and my cock was throbbing harder than ever in my hand. He stepped forward, and I waited, my hands trembling. My eyes roamed over his body: black golf shirt, nicely filled with muscular shoulders and arms, tan slacks, now tenting visibly. His eyes roamed over me in return, his lips now slightly parted, turned into a smirk.
"I see you found my stash," he said, his voice deep and authoritative, but with a rich warmth that I found deeply compelling.
"Uhhhh, I guess so?" I replied. I blushed as I realized I had begun unconsciously stroking my shaft again.
"Have you looked at all of it?" Mr. Robinson asked, stepping closer. I could smell his sweat mixed with his cologne. My cock pulsed in my hand.
"Yeah," my eyes were riveted to his, and he smiled broadly.
"So you've seen this before," he opened his slacks, and they pooled around his knees. My mouth opened and I licked my lips, as my eyes travelled down the torso of my vice principal to the piece of meat jutting out from under a neatly trimmed pubic patch.
I nodded. My mouth was dry, my cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. Mr. Robinson stepped closer, our members almost touching.
"Did you like those pictures?" he whispered. I nodded silently. "The ones of the pussies, or the others?"
"All of them," I choked out, "but especially the others ... I found the dildo too," I blurted out.
He leaned in and his rigid penis brushed against mine, then his lips were on my mouth and our tongues were fencing. He pulled me close against him, and I could feel his hands running over my chest, my back, kneading my ass cheeks. By reflex my own hands wandered over his more mature body, feeling the hardness of his muscled arms, the light hair on his chest. His lips moved down to my neck while his hands rested on my shoulders and I could feel him putting downward pressure on them.
Drunk with lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Robinson and he put his hand gently on the back of my head. My hands were shaking as I reached up and clutched as his rampant cock and I felt his fingers tightening in my hair. My hand could barely close around it and I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my fingers. His pubic hair was a thatch of honey blonde hair, going to gray slightly on his hanging scrotum, and my heart was racing as I inhaled his sweaty musk. I rubbed the head of his dripping cock over my face, smearing it on my cheeks, over my nose, across my lips. He pulled my head back slightly and pushed the broad head of his penis into my mouth as I moaned over him.
"Breathe through your nose," he advised. I gagged a bit as the tip of his dick rubbed the back of my throat, and saliva was running over my chin, but I followed his direction and soon I was sucking my very first cock with an eagerness that was startling.
I pulled my lips up his shaft and sealed around his glans, as my tongue worked the sensitive underside of his tip. He was beginning to let out little grunts, and his fingers were laced in my hair, his hips jabbing forward with more intensity. My hands roamed over his thighs, his stomach and back across his taut buttocks, pulling him closer to me.
"Hot. Little. Cocksucker," he hissed, and I moaned in response. His hips rocked faster and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. I grasped them in my hand, as much to stop the distraction as anything else, and he groaned in pleasure, so I rolled them gently in my hand. His hands pulled my head back and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my face as he approached his climax.
I realized that I was moaning and cooing in rhythm to his thrusts, echoing the actresses in cheap porno videos that I had seen in my best friend's basement. Mr. Robinson had complete control over me and I felt a wave of panic, followed by complete abandon as I felt his first spurt of semen pulse onto my tongue. It kept coming, his salty seed filling my mouth. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and continued to unload, grinding his bushy pelvis across my nose, until at last he pulled out with a wet squelch.
