Guidance (closed for ericrodman101) [M/M]

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Gerry really looked rattled now. Toby frowned, wondering now if Gerry, old Mr. Metzler, the school counsellor, was going to be the one to crack and make everything worse.

Steady, old man, he silently encouraged as he slipped out of the car and shut the door behind him to follow Gerry to the house. As the teenage runaway who'd had to flee a hazardous drug den of a home filled with used needles, frequented by addicts and molesters, and an abusive, neglectful mother, Toby should have been the one looking as shell-shocked as Gerry seemed now. He had to put in an effort to look that way, because he wasn't feeling it at the moment. He felt weirdly calm.

Although, he couldn't deny a little frustration flared up in the pit of his stomach. Frustration with Gerry. He realized what bothered him most about Andrea was not that she was scary, but it was the effect she had on the man that Toby now depended on, maybe even loved. She cowed him, turned him into a little bitch. How many years had he been her doormat? Yesterday, the man had seemed so reluctant to even be mad at his wife for cheating on him, and that still rankled the teen.

God, if Gerry could just stand up to her. If he could yell at her, call her out on everything she was and everything she'd done, demand respect - fuck! Toby would be ready to spread his legs for Gerry right then and there and be his desperate little boycunt a hundred times over, regardless of how sore he happened to be.

 

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Gerry drew a breath, walked up and opened the front door. It swung back noiselessly. The house was quiet. He turned, caught Toby's eye, and smiled nervously.

"All clear," he said, stepping inside.

It was pathetic, really. Tiptoeing into his own house. What was Andrea going to do? Kick him out? She might, he thought, but then she was fucking her work colleagues long before he...long before...

Gerry reached back, grabbed Toby's hand and pulled him inside.

"Toby, I don't think Andrea is here. It's too quiet."

 

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Toby bit down on his bottom lip and held his breath when Gerry pulled him into the house. He glanced around and listened for any kind of noise. What sort of noise would there be, anyway? He pulled his hand free of the older man's, shrinking back a little.

"Are you sure?" he whispered. "Wouldn't it be quiet if she was home alone? Was her car gone?"

He walked a little further into the house, peering into the kitchen, and then up the stairs. He finally turned to make eye contact with Gerry, his expression slowly warming as he imagined the possibilities, should they have this house to themselves again.

 

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"I'll check the garage for her car," Gerry said. He was back in a minute. "Car's gone." He wondered if Toby sensed the relief in his voice. "She's shopping or seeing her mother or..."

He didn't know where Andrea had gone and for the moment he didn't care. How did a mature 53 year old professional man get things so mixed up? The way he felt, Gerry would have been happy to learn Andrea had vanished permanently off the face of the earth. For a second he tried to remember if he'd killed her and hidden the body. And then worried about how such a thought didn't trouble him. Alone in the house with Toby suddenly was all he wanted. All he ever wanted.

"Maybe she's left a note," Gerry said, walking back out the telephone in the hall.

 

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Toby wandered aimlessly up and down the hallways as Gerry hurried about, looking for some sign of his wife. He followed the older man to the telephone, curious to find out what had become of the bitch. Mostly, he was keen to know how much time they could expect to have alone.

"I don't want to take too many chances," he said to Gerry's back. "But if you know it's gonna be a while 'til she gets back, I'd love to hop in the shower with you again. I know we're not up for shower fucking, but it'll be nice to just... be naked with you. And get clean. Because we're filthy."

 

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Gerry knew he was losing it, yet he couldn't calm himself down. Where the fuck was she?

He sensed Toby following him into the hallway. There was no note by the phone. Why would there be? Maybe Andrea had just stepped out for a walk and would be back any minute. Maybe she'd packed her bags and left for good. Maybe he should check her closet....

And then Toby proposed a shower. Yes, they were filthy. A shower...hmmm.

"Yeah," Gerry said, distractedly. "Pop upstairs while I just check a little more."

He turned and saw the look of curiosity in Toby's eyes. It was obvious Gerry's strange behavior was concerning the kid. Pull yourself together, Gerry....

"You know, Toby," he said, pausing while he caught his breath. "Naked with you is just about the best thing I can imagine. I don't know where the fuck Andrea has gone and I don't give a fuck."

He grabbed Toby's hand and led him to the stairs.

 

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Relieved, Toby grinned and squeezed his hand. Not giving a fuck about his wife - that was what he wanted to hear. Gerry saying "fuck it" to the world and prioritizing just being naked with him was what made Toby feel like everything would be okay. No adult had ever prioritized him before. He needed this, badly. Even better was knowing he could give the older man what he needed in return - everything he wasn't getting from his wife.

"Yeah! She obviously doesn't give a fuck about anything but herself; why should you have any grief over her? You want to be naked with a teenage boy, do it. I'm your boycunt. Your fucking toy, Gerry, I mean it - I'll be everything you want. And there's not a damn thing she can do about it."

He noticed Gerry slow down partway up the stairs, the pain in his freshly fucked ass still giving him a little trouble. Toby pulled on his hand to make sure he stopped and gave himself a break. He took advantage of that pause to stand on the step above the older man, leaning in to kiss him, coming at him lewdly tongue first.

 

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Your boycunt, your fucking toy....Gerry's ass was killing him, but he couldn't stop himself. Here was this beautiful, playful, available 18 year old youth simply throwing himself at his teacher, inviting him to do what he liked, use him anyway he wished. He felt dreamlike, detached, even as he struggled to climb the stairs.

And then Toby reached down and stopped him, leaning in to kiss Gerry. The boy plunged his tongue into Gerry's mouth, taking him by surprise. The older man held tight to Toby with one hand and the stair rail with the other, letting the kiss pulse and swell, allowing Toby to slide his lips across Gerry's face, craving the oral intrusion, falling upwards into it.

"Fuck, Toby, fuck," was all he could say when they both needed oxygen. "Fuck." He knew it wasn't lyrical, wasn't the language of desire. But Gerry felt so drained of anything except this force inside him which wanted to surrender to lust, utterly and completely, that he didn't care, didn't think, didn't mind who knew what and when about anything. He was alive, he was aroused, he was sore, he was fucking and being fucked by a teenager. What else mattered?

 

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"Fuck!" Toby agreed in a lustful frenzy, grabbing the old man's hair in both hands. He slathered his tongue across Gerry's lips, his cheeks, his nose, even poking his tongue up once nostril in a surge of vulgar need, tasting the saltiness he found there. He returned to Gerry's mouth, taking in the other man's tongue and sucking hungrily as if it had been a cock, before plunging his own in deep again, pushing his face aggressively into the older man's as if he hoped to choke him, overtaken by an imperative to penetrate that was almost as aggressive as the one that had had him railing Gerry over the hood of his own car.

"Fuck," he huffed once more, pulling back to stare into the other man's equally wild eyes. He grabbed Gerry's lower jaw and forced his mouth open, only to spit into it.

"You're in me, and I'm in you. I'm such a disgusting little whore, aren't I, Uncle Gerry? You'd better punish me, huh?"

Feeling high as a kite on whatever the fuck this was, Toby tugged on his hand to urge him to continue the journey toward the bathroom.

 

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Even as Gerry let his imagination run wild, Toby's actions took him to places far beyond. The boy sucked at his face, wrestled his tongue, then forced his mouth open with his hands. Gerry was breathless, taken by surprise. This was rough, and after the fuck over the car hood earlier, the older man knew what he liked, even if it hurt. Abandoning himself to being used by the boy, just as Toby offered his own body up to be used, was stimulating and arousing.

For so long the porn Gerry watched, young men being abused by 'daddies', being twisted and pummeled, penetrated and violated, but orgasming and asking for more, seemed like nothing but crazy illusions. Yet here was Toby not only offering, but acting just like those young men.

How did Toby know? How did he understand what Gerry wanted? Was it instinct? Experience? Jesus! Fuck! Who cared?

Holding Gerry's mouth open painfully, Toby spat. The warm goo rifled into the back of the older man's throat. He coughed it back up onto his tongue.

"I'm a disgusting little whore...you'd better punish me..."

Gerry was hard again. How many times was that this morning? Toby led him up the stairs towards the bathroom. Gerry oh so wanted to suggest another fuck. He wanted Toby inside him again, like over the car. But on his back this time so that he could look Toby in the eyes as each thrust impaled him. Could his ass stand the intrusion? Maybe. Maybe not. Shower first. Yes. Wash each other. Masturbate each other. Some lotion on his stinging ass. Just don't come in your underpants, Uncle Gerry, he told himself. Uncle! Jesus, you crazy fuck!

 

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Flushed, huffing, and wild-eyed, Toby looked as if he was about to go into a raging fistfight instead of a sexy shower. Nonetheless, his newly discovered tender side showed up again out of nowhere when they were in the bathroom hastily undressing. As aggressive as he'd been not thirty seconds ago, he had no intention of hurting Gerry, or allowing him to hurt more than necessary. At least, not unless the man begged for it. Even then, he didn't want his lover to have any regrets, even if it was just the awkwardness of him having to explain to someone tomorrow why he was limping.

He pushed Gerry's hands away when the man was unbuttoning his own pants and took over the task himself, kneeling as he bared the older man from the waist down.

"Look how fucking hard you are," he whispered right next to the bobbing shaft, teasing the backs of Gerry's thighs with his fingertips. "Look how much you want to fuck. Even after all we've done today. Being bad with me is everything you want, you dirty old man, isn't it? Gets you up over and over, violating a student and letting him violate you too."

He lathered his tongue over Gerry's salty cock, just once, teasingly, before rising to his feet again and getting himself naked.

"Look - you make me hard too," he said, thrusting his hips out to show Gerry his excited, bobbing member. "We're gonna fuck in every room in this house Gerry, before too long. Won't we? And everywhere in school we can get away with, huh? How about that?"

When they were both fully naked, Toby pulled him into the shower and turned on the water, so they could get clean before getting dirty again. Maybe while getting dirty again.

 

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It just got better and better. Toby undressed him, kneeling next to his swollen cock.

"Look how hard you are," the boy said, gleefully, Gerry thought. No, greedily. Take it in your mouth and I'll cum straight down your throat. Take it. Don't take it....Jesus!

Toby gave Gerry's cock a quick lick, mercilessly brief, but mind-numbingly arousing. Then the boy stood and thrust out his hips, displaying his own hard cock like he was demonstrating a sex toy to an audience.

"We're gonna fuck in every room in this house....and everywhere at school we can get away with..."

Don't cum, Gerry. Don't cum and ruin it. Stay hard, you sad old fuck. Hard for this kid who wants you, desires you, lusts after you...

Toby pulled Gerry into the shower. The warm water fell on their heads, coursing down their naked bodies, pooling at their feet. Gerry wanted to kiss and fuck and be fucked, and stay like this forever. He grabbed hold of Toby's cock and pulled the boy into him.

"I'm dirty, boy," he said. "Soap me up."

 

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Toby grinned and giggled when Gerry tugged him by the cock in very much the same way he'd pulled him by the hand earlier. He wanted to be on a leash for Gerry, grabbed by the cock and led around whenever the old man wanted him.

"Okay, dirty boy. Filthy, filthy boy. I'll soap you real good, though I think you're still gonna be dirty."

He grabbed the soap and lathered up, using his hands in a not especially effective but certainly sensual way to to spread the suds over Gerry's chest, and then his back, and then over the globes of his ass and slowly down into his crack. He reached his middle finger into the cleft with as much delicacy as he could muster to find the hole he'd abused earlier.

"How dirty are you, bad boy?" he whispered loudly to be heard above the spray. "Tell me, like I'm your priest. Tell me the depraved things you've done, and all the nasty, filthy things you're still thinking of doing to a teenage boy. Confess your sinful temptations."

 

[ericrodman101]

Things were getting crazy now. Toby's dirty talk was driving Gerry wild. His 53 year old cock, already post-orgasmic today, and it was still morning, stood straight and proud, as hard as he could ever remember. Even with the boy soaping his back and chest, and not touching his cock at all, Gerry marveled at just how well his previously tired and under-utilised organ was performing.

Toby's finding Gerry's asshole with his soapy fingers, however, drew his mind back to the pain. Toby ran his fingers down Gerry's butt crack, finding the hole gently. Gerry was expecting a rough anal assault given the way the teen was talking, but even the most delicate digital invasion made him flinch. He so wanted to feel Toby's cock inside him again as soon as possible, yet the pain he was feeling must surely preclude that today.

"How dirty are you....?" Toby asked. He wanted Gerry to confess to his depravity. And his sinful intentions.

"My sinful temptations? When I'm standing here like an innocent bystander being ravaged by a teenage sex maniac, a boycunt..."

He knew the pain would be intense, but maybe that was part of who he was now, a man who felt pain and pleasure when fucking. And it would be less painful than a cock.

"I want your finger up my ass," Gerry said, standing with his feet apart in preparation. "I want to fuck your face while you rape my ass with your fingers. Got that, you depraved teen daddy fucker? Your finger. My ass. Your mouth. My cock...."

 

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Toby followed his words intently, the expression on his face vacillating widely between boyish glee and devilish ferocity. He loved having his question thrown back at him. Teenage sex maniac! If that was what daddy wanted, that was what daddy would get. He imagined it written on his permanent record at school.

Toby Keller is a teenage sex maniac. His grades are slowly improving, but his attitude is only getting worse. He rode my ass so hard I could barely sit down the next day. Recommend daily counselling sessions.

"Depraved teen daddy fucker," he growled, raking his fingernails up Gerry's back. He bit down on one of the older man's nipples aggressively before sinking down to his knees, placing his lips next to Gerry's angry purple-headed cock teasingly but not touching it yet.

"Depraved teen daddy fucker. That's what the name of our porn video would be. Fuck - I'd let you tattoo that on me, daddy, if I could stay a teen forever. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you filthy old fuck? Doing a smooth little teen twink for the rest of your life."

He started massaging Gerry's buttocks and finally opened wide to let in that hard cock that had been waiting for him. The warmth of his mouth enveloped the rigid shaft, and then, without warning, he pushed a finger way up inside the man's already tender asshole.

 

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"Depraved teen daddy fucker," Toby repeated. Gerry savoured the line. It worked for him. Made him hard. Harder. Summed this up the whole sordid, fabulous thing in four words.

But then, if Toby was a depraved teen daddy fucker, what did that make him? He knew too many words to describe what he was doing. Imagined them written on the police report, read out to the court, ringing in his ear as the jurists flinched, thinking about what other teachers might have done to their darlings. It didn't matter that Toby was 18. He was still a student and Gerry his guardian, his mentor, his example.

'Our porn video. God how I want to see that,' he thought, as the kid ran his fingers down Gerry's back and bit his nipple.

And then Toby spoke of a tattoo. Jesus Christ! He'd have to have facial surgery and leave the country to escape what would happen when all this came out. A tattoo was so off the agenda. Still he pictured 'depraved teen daddy fucker' tattooed across Toby's lower torso, just above his cock mound, where he could read it every time he kneeled before the boy to take a teen cock in his mouth. Or maybe across his shoulder blades for when he took Toby up the ass from behind.

Or even better, in mirror writing across his chest so Gerry could read it when Toby took him from behind in the bathroom. 'Daddy fucker' thrusting forward with each obscene cock thrust down below.

Toby massaged Gerry's buttocks, then opened his mouth wide, admitting the older mans cock. The warm water streamed over them both, across their chests and down to where they were joined cock-to-mouth.

"Doing a smooth little teen twink for the rest of your life."

Gerry closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his cock deep inside the boy's warm mouth. 'Smooth little teen twink...rest of your life...' As he contemplated how wonderfully impossible this would be, Toby drove a finger deep into Gerry's ass, all the way to the top knuckle. It hurt like hell. Gerry yelled out in pain.

 

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At Gerry's yell, Toby paused. His eyes flew open, but then the water got into them and he quickly blinked, using his one free hand to rub his eyes. The finger inside Gerry didn't dare to move now, but he wasn't sure if he was supposed to keep on finger fucking him anyway, despite the cries of agony. How much of a masochist was this man, really?

Toby sucked him enthusiastically, trying to give him as much pleasure as he could manage to counteract the pain. After leaving his finger in place for a couple of minutes, he started moving it in and out, paying close attention to Gerry's reactions.

After a while he popped off to give his mouth a break. His lips were buzzing from the effort.

"You still wanna be fucked, daddy, or are you gonna beg for mercy? Has your tender ass had too much? You just have to say so."

 

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Gerry relaxed into the mouth fuck, trying to forget how much his ass hurt. But Toby was good, with his mouth and his finger. The kid held his finger still for a long while. Gerry found it soothing, just to be impaled on a part of Toby. Fixed. Together. Toby sucked Gerry's cock even as he stilled his finger. The older man thought this quite versatile, and again wondered just how experienced the 18 year old really was.

And the tongue massage Toby was giving to his cock lulled Gerry almost into a trance. There was just the tongue, the warm water coursing down his chest, the finger in his ass. Even when Toby started moving the finger, slowly and gently, he didn't break Gerry's trance.

How long this went on Gerry couldn't say, but in his dream he felt Toby take his mouth off the cock.

"Beg for mercy...." What? Mercy? "...too much?"

Gerry opened his eyes and looked down. Toby was looking back with all the eagerness of a new yard boy anxious to please. Yard boy sex. How many pornos of old guys fucking yard boys had Gerry watched?

His ass still hurt. "Maybe no more of the finger up the ass," he said. He made a mental note to ask Toby to apply some lotion to his ass when they were done showering. Another urge was forcing it's way to the front of his mind. Down below. Not pain.....pressure.

Gerry wanted to piss. Should he ask? Or just go ahead? His cock pointed straight into Toby's smooth, fresh face, wide-eyed and innocent.

 

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Toby eased his finger free of Gerry's ass and gripped his thighs instead, still quite at home kneeling on the floor of the shower in front of him. His eyes flicked between the old man's cock and his face, for a moment just basking in the moment. This brought him satisfaction he never thought possible. He was here ready to give pleasure and even pain to another, to make fantasies come true, and he felt a sense of belonging to someone like he hadn't known before. Someone who wanted him.

Gerry's cock bobbed in front of him, coaxingly. Toby was ready to suck him again, but he delayed a little, teasing the older man. He opened his mouth most of the way, his lips hovering near the tip as he watched Gerry's face, the man's brow furrowed as if in concentration.

And then a sudden splash of hot wetness leaped forth, splashing Toby's face and partly across his lips and tongue. It was not semen. Toby yelped and spat, but moments after that first splash, a torrent was loosed, gushing right at his face and coursing down his chest. The boy wore an expression of pure shock as he squeezed his eyes shut, letting go of Gerry and drawing back a little as if to escape from it, but deep down, he knew the shying away was part of the game. It was fucking humiliating to be pissed on, in a way that made his cock painfully hard. He heard Gerry groaning, and felt the man's hand grip his hair to keep him in place, forcing him to endure this degradation.

Toby gasped and spat now and then, squirming as Gerry hosed him down. At times, Toby pretended it was cum pouring out of Gerry - massive amounts of cum, shooting out of him with impossible power and volume. Toby reached down to grab hold of himself, starting to jerk his cock impulsively.

 

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Gerry loved Toby's reaction as his piss sprayed into the kid's face. No warning. No opportunity to brace. The piss streamed from Gerry's cock, gushing into Toby's eyes, his open mouth, streaming down the smooth chest with the warm water. Toby was shocked, spitting and spluttering. It's just a little piss, Gerry thought, just a little warm discharge. But it still shocked you, didn't it. I can still shock you. Even as you shock me, a mature man, shocked at how debauched, at how filthy an innocent naive 18 year old can be. He couldn't help but smile as he gripped Toby's head to stop him from withdrawing or turning away.

It was a good long piss. Gerry had really needed to relieve himself, even through an erect cock. Indeed, the erection made the whole experience all the more arousing, as if the piss was semen, gallons of it, overwhelming the boy, sluicing onto him, marking him, branding him, making him Gerry's. The kid would reek of piss now, if not literally, then figuratively. My cute little teen pissbucket, Gerry thought. He held Toby's head as still as he could, willing his piss stream to go on....forever.

And then, as the stream inevitably subsided, he looked down. Toby continued to cough and spit, the piss spilling from his mouth and running down his chin. But the kid wasn't overwhelmed, just very much in control. Gerry watched Toby reach down and place his hand round his cock, hard again or still hard, and jerk himself.

If Toby was going to cum after being sprayed with Gerry's piss, then the older man wanted the cum in his mouth. His urge to dominate the boy ebbed away suddenly. Now he wanted to be dominated, to be subjugated, to feel the boy in his mouth, to show the boy he could comply as well.

There was no need to ask, no need to flag what he wanted, just as he'd shocked Toby with the piss without warning. Gerry let go of Toby's head, then crouched down on the floor of the shower. Was there room to lie down? Yes, if he curled up against the screen. The teacher forced his older body into the space so that his face was opposite Toby's cock. He looked up through the falling water into the teen's face, inviting him with his eyes to use his teacher's mouth.

Fuck my face, Toby. Gerry nodded. Cum in my mouth.

 

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Toby raised his face to the shower spray to rinse off what Gerry had sprayed all over him. His whole body was alive and excited by the experience - he loved the pure filth of it. Here was the straight-laced grey-haired married school counsellor who always behaved himself, taking a boy student home to use as a cumdump and a pissbucket. It was the most delicious secret to share.

He didn't expect Gerry getting right down onto the floor of the shower, but he was more than happy to have convenient access to a warm and willing hole. He thrust his hips forward, hooking a hand around the back of the older man's head, and groaned as he started to fuck. Gerry's lips tightened around him, and he felt the man struggle when he slammed the back of his throat.

"Yeah, suck my cock - dirty old Uncle Gerry," he growled. "Piss on me, will you? You're nothing but a set of holes at the end of the day, aren't you, old man? Holes for a boy to fuck."

He held Gerry's skull and pulled it tight against his pelvis repeatedly, moaning and cursing. He had been so close to cumming already, it didn't take long before he was over the edge, grunting loudly as he thrust harder and poured his seed down the counsellor's throat.

He didn't withdraw right away. He closed his eyes, panting heavily, and waited for his cock to slowly shrink as he kept on holding Gerry's head. With another soft grunt, he let a trickle of piss escape, which rolled across Gerry's tongue.

"You gotta get as good as you give," he whispered, almost affectionately.

Quickly he stood, enjoying having Gerry still crumpled on the floor of the shower. His piss stream finally grew to full intensity and he swiped his softened cock back and forth, spraying him from head to toe with great satisfaction.

 

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Gerry was exhausted, not only from being severely face fucked by Toby as he lay on the shower floor, but from the whole morning's exertions. Physically and mentally drained. And yet, somehow it could last forever as far as he was concerned.

Toby held Gerry's head against his torso. It was a serious face fucking. The teen banged away at his teacher's skull, the boy's cock deep inside Gerry's mouth. He kept his eyes shut if only to avoid having them slammed into the kid's body. Toby was relentless, his softer, playful side replaced by what Gerry might have described as sexual anger, but now saw as just a quid pro quo for what he'd done to the kid earlier.

But why so rough? Gerry struggled to breath from both the head thumping fucking and the constriction in his throat. In out in...no let up until finally Toby came and his seed sprayed into Gerry's guts, the warm goo sliding down the teacher's gullet like a greasy meal.

But Toby wasn't done. The teen held Gerry's face hard onto his cock. The teacher waited for the boy's organ to subside, the seconds ticking away, Gerry contemplating gathering his strength to force the kid to release him. Until finally Toby relaxed just enough for Gerry to pull in some oxygen around the semi-swollen cock which plugged his mouth.

Toby was still not done, though. The pulsing semen was replaced by a trickle of piss. Gerry braced for a torrent. The acrid liquid dribbled across Gerry's tongue and into his throat, diluting the cum as the two fluids mixed and pooled in the teacher's stomach.

And as Gerry finally collapsed on his back, Toby opened the floodgates, waving his cock back and forth like some pungent garden sprinkler, dousing Gerry in another piss shower.

When the kid was finally done, Gerry lay still, panting for breath, conscious that even as the warm water continued to flow he was defiled, awash with piss, his mouth sour with urine and semen, his ass burning. He tried to speak. His mouth opened and shut, but no sound came forth. Just a hollow rasping as if he'd run up a mountain. How he wished he was stronger and more virile, able to pull the boy back down and perpetrate another degrading round of fucking and pissing.

"Don't leave me here," he gasped. "Let me get my breath back, but don't leave me. I want to do it all again, but I can't, little Toby. I just fucking can't. But I want to. I want you in me, on me, all over me. Your cock, your piss....Jesus....I want you..."

 

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Toby stood over him panting, letting his little power trip gradually fade. Now that he'd thoroughly emptied himself all over Gerry, he felt a strange but not unpleasant mixture of shame and satisfaction. The old man's reaction was the icing on the cake - the desperate, almost pathetic longing and notes of insecurity.

Don't leave me.

Who had ever wanted him around this much? Nobody. No one on earth, but this one man here crumpled on the shower floor with piss slowly rinsing off his naked body. Toby felt like he was glowing inside. He reached for a soft washcloth and soaped it up before kneeling down next to Gerry and starting to carefully wash him.

"I'm not leaving," he promised, dipping his head beneath Gerry's head and cradling it to make him more comfortable. "I am not leaving. You get all of me, Daddy, everything you want. Because you deserve everything you want, and everything you get. You deserve a little cunt like me, yeah? Am I your perfect little twink? That's what I want. There's nowhere else for me to be. And nowhere else for my cock to be. It's yours. I'm yours."

 

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"I'm yours," Toby said.

Gerry lay on the shower floor, utterly exhausted, savoring the words as the boy washed him. Yours....

What did it mean? Toby had no where else and no one else. Gerry knew that. Except the street of course. Where he'd soon be shooting up and fucking strangers for the money to do it. Here with Gerry he'd only have to fuck one old guy and he'd be warm and dry, well fed, taken care of. Here in this house. Gerry's house. Gerry and Andrea's house.....

The gentle hand bath with the washcloth was soothing. Gerry shut his eyes and let the warm water and Toby's touch still his emotions.

Gerry and Andrea's house. The one fucking fly in the ointment. The barrier. The impediment to happiness. Fucking Andrea....what to do?

The older man opened his eyes. Toby was busy washing his cock, like that was somehow the most important part of him. Maybe it was. Was he a man with a cock attached or a cock with a man attached? It was an old feminist joke, one which he laughed at when his female colleagues alluded to the sexual simplicity of all men.

Gerry closed his eyes again. If Toby wanted to take his time washing Gerry's cock, then there was all the time in the world. If only he could stay hard. Hard for Toby. Viagra? Natural remedies? He resolved to investigate.

And then there was his ass. He rolled over slightly, exposing his buttocks to Toby.

"You can wash my ass too, kiddo," he said. "And then I need something to sooth the pain."

 

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"Uh-huh," Toby murmured, gradually transitioning away from his hypnotic focus on Gerry's genitals and smoothing the washcloth over the older man's hip until it was on his backside. He tenderly dipped the cloth into the cleft, soaping him up thoroughly, before dropping the cloth to work with just his finger.

"Tell me if it's too much."

With a soapy finger, he pressed against Gerry's asshole and gingerly pushed inside to try to get him clean up there, hoping this was what he wanted. His mind drifted in several directions now that the heat of sex had dissipated. There were so many practical concerns to address, problems he didn't exactly want to have to consider but that he would have to tackle inevitably. Andrea - how to make this arrangement work with her around? Clothes - would Gerry show him how to do laundry? Did he need quarters? Toothbrush, other everyday things - could he ask Gerry to buy him these items? Food - they hadn't had lunch, and he couldn't remember having any breakfast either. He wasn't sure how to ask.

And then there was homework... fucking school. He'd made a commitment well before he'd first climbed into Uncle Gerry's lap and changed everything. He'd committed to getting his diploma. He certainly hadn't given a single thought about school since Friday afternoon (Friday - had that really only been yesterday?). Now, out of nowhere, it was hanging over his head. He was behind on everything.

"Gerry," he finally spoke up, "do you think you would be able to... help me with my homework?"