Prom Night

The moment was pure electricity between the two of us, as he gently brought his other hand up to part the folds of the shirt. His fingers tingled as they traced the lines of my torso, causing my nipples to become erect in the warmth of our combined body heat. His touch was like nothing I had ever felt before, and regardless of what would happen after this moment- after the sun banished the night into the furthest recesses of the world- I knew that I wouldn't regret this.

James brought his hands to the folds again and brought them back further, and I helped him get the shirt the rest of the way off. Then I took the slacks and slid them down, finally kicking them off so I did not break our embrace. Having him on top of me, no matter how different than when I was on top of a girl, felt natural. I didn't want it to end, couldn't stand it if he pulled off of me in that instant and told me that he couldn't follow through. So I did what I knew I subconsciously wanted to ever since he offered to walk me to the room; I unbuckled the front of his dress pants and began sliding them down.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting. Boxers or briefs? Commando? What was this man of mystery wearing beneath the pants I never once gave a second look? As they slid over his tightened buttocks, I found that they were light blue boxers. James kicked them off the rest of the way, wrestling me back on the back. Our bodies were a mashup of kissing and tongues, unsure of what we were entangling ourselves for. Was it dominance over the other? Or just to see how many inches of each other's physiques our lips could meet in the passionate tangle.

My kisses trailed his body wherever they could- his elbow, the inside of his thigh with the large tent straining to be free of the roomy boxers, his neck. I wanted all of him, no matter what would come with the dawn in a few short hours.

Eventually, I found myself on top of him, my tight Jockey shorts seated right on top of the mountain of man flesh inside my bear's boxer shorts. I grinned at him, feeling him flirt with me by the way he made it throb up against me in a rhythm. In response, James gave me a playful smirk, throwing his hands up by his head on the pillows to feign defenselessness.

Without further need for approval to proceed, I kissed my way down his chest until I found his forest of hair. Some of the stray hairs caught in my mouth as I continued to kiss, but I paid them no mind- only journeyed further south until I found the objects of my desire. The sweet nipples were nested in the thick hair, and I took the left in my mouth. My tongue ran back and forth over it, getting acquainted with it- and with any man's nipple- for the first time in my life. My hand snuck up to caress the other, eliciting moans from my bear.

His strong hand found the back of my head and pulled me closer to the tit. As if by instinct, my teeth found the erect lump and lightly nibbled- not enough to hurt but tweak it. This made him gasp. I could feel his body thrashing under me as used my fingernail to create a gentle scraping tingle across the other erect one. I had never tried it before when I played with any girls' tits in the past; I was operating with the wonder of exploration, wanting nothing more than to make James feel the most pleasure possible.

By his moans, which were getting louder, I could tell he was enjoying himself. I pulled myself away from the left and then attacked the right with equal lust for his body. I continued for a while, bringing him to the brink and causing him to quiver.

"Dom...Dom...Dom!" He yelped, his fingers raking my scalp. His chest was heaving, hips bucking into my bottom with every stroke of my tongue across his tingling flesh.

But I wasn't done. I scooted myself down his body and kissed my way down his abdomen, getting acquainted with the feel of him. His skin was soft at the areas the clothes normally concealed, making me long to nuzzle it and take my time. I had other things on my mind, though, as we had been on the bed together a long time already. My journey reached the elastic of the sky blue boxers, as I kissed around the hair covered belly button, wiggling my nose in the soft crevice. The hair made a happy trail down to the band, and I couldn't help myself anymore.

Looking up into his deep blue eyes, I could see his gaze trained on me. The eyes asked me to, although they never had to. I wanted to. I needed to. Without breaking eye contact, my tongue traced the trail from his belly button- my thumbs, meanwhile, hooked into the sides of the elastic band- down as I pulled the shorts lower. It was a slow, sensual process, and I felt at once that I was not just about to have sex with my AP History instructor.

I was about to enjoy it.

Down they came, just as the wall separating the two halves of Berlin fell in one night, until my tongue reached the thick bushes of black pubic hair and could reach the skin no more. At this point, my tongue retreated, but still I watched him as the shorts came lower. Eventually, a hard object popped free of the band, and he gave a sigh. It hit my chin, leaving a wet spot underneath and sticky string seeming to still connect me to it.

I looked down at it, taking in my first sight of James's large, hardened cock.

I didn't know how long it was, but my guess would have been seven inches. It was thick and cut, poking out from the jungle of tangled black hair. A bit of pre-cum was already on the helmet shaped head, running down the side of the shaft with its slight upward curve. I continued pulling the shorts down until they revealed the hairy balls beneath, which looked of average size.

The shorts reached the knees, until I could not hold back and swiftly pulled them off. I tossed them to a corner of the room and took in the sight of this hulking figure, naked- except for the tie- and vulnerable beneath me. My bear. I wrapped my hand around the thick cock, feeling it in my palm. It was like an iron bar, and I watched James give in to pleasure and begin to close his eyes.

I stroked it up and down, slow at first and then faster. His breathing, which was relaxed, was now becoming quicker. James opened his eyes to see me, and looking into the deep blue pools, I lowered my head to the tip of hard monster, my tongue extended. The tip touched it, making James whimper, until I locked my lips around the head and began inserting the shaft into my eager mouth.

I didn't know what I was doing, never having had a blowjob in my life or having sucked a cock, but I tried to think of what would feel the best. I left my tongue extended, lapping underneath the head as I brought my head up in my sucking and then tracing down the shaft as I went lower. Up and down, I repeated these motions, cupping his warm balls in my hands and stroking their hairy sacs with my thumbs, as if I were going to milk them.

James moaned at this, bucking his hips. His hand found the back of my head again, and I could feel him pulling me down, prompting me to take more of him as he began to get lost in the passion. I began to gag on his organ, coughing until I finally had to pull off.

"I'm sorry... Did I hurt you?" His eyes seemed to show concern- not teacher concern but genuine concern- as he asked me.

"I'm just not used to it. Sorry."

"No, it feels great. I just got a little carried away..." Then he added, after I caught my breath, "We can stop if you want."

I gave my answer by attacking his raging hard dick with my mouth, sucking harder than the last time. James didn't replace his hand- I think- because he was afraid of hurting me, but I tried getting more into my mouth with each journey up and down.

"Holy shit..." James moaned, the first time I ever heard him curse. "Suck it, baby... Please, don't stop."

Even if the Queen of England were knocking at the door to make me a knight, I wouldn't have given a damn. There was no way I was going to stop, but I warmed at the thought of being his "baby." I decided to have a little fun with it, using my hand to milk the lower half of his shaft while my mouth sucked the head. I used my tongue to lightly tickle the underside of the head, then gently tease the slit. It drove him up the wall.

"Ple-EASE, DON'T STOP!" James was cute when he whimpered; I looked up at him to see him almost sit bolt upright from the sensations I was giving him.

Having had enough of my fun, I went to go lower again, but James stopped me. He pulled me off of him, and before I knew what was going on, he was on top of me. He straddled my face with his dick and positioned himself to lean down to mine where the front of my Jockey shorts were slick with pre-cum.

He wasted no time with teasing but instead slid them down my legs and off of me, meeting my six inches of hardened man meat for the first time. He took the time to nuzzle his nose in the brown hair on my balls and around my dick, then licked his way up the shaft. His tongue was magic; I couldn't help but exhale at the strong sensation of him, feeling the warmth of it. Then, as I went back to sucking on his organ, he took mine into his mouth as far down as he could.

James sucked me with the desperation that a dehydrated man has for a glass of water in the middle of the Sahara. His sucking was long, sensual strokes, his tongue circling around my shaft with each stroke. His lips were clamped tightly around me, and his fingers explored my body. I ravaged his cock, in turn, relishing the strong masculine scent of his crotch. It turned me on, making my dick flex in his hot mouth while I bucked into him.

I could taste his pre-cum, enjoying the sweetness of it. I wanted more of it; I wanted all of him, right then, in every way possible. My hands found his hips, rocking him back and forth into and out of my mouth with the control over them, until my fingers couldn't help but explore the rest of what was there. They wormed their way to his backside, then to his naked buttocks. I massaged their firmness, enjoying the moans that were coming from my bear and my own getting lost as I sucked on his hard cock.

Eagerly, they continued on, finding the drop off to the crevice of his ass. I started at the top of the line with my index finger and traced down it, burying it between the luscious mounds of flesh with their tufts of black hair, until they found the tightened pucker. I flicked it and felt James buck into my mouth.

His mouth was working my cock, his hands stroking the inches of skin behind the balls before the bottom of my crack. His index finger tickled it, and I couldn't help but whimper, thrusting deeper into his wet cavern.

I rubbed the pucker as I continued to savor the feel of his hardened tool inside my mouth, feeling my own orgasm mounting. It built, and I held it back. I would not be the first to blow. Carefully, I continued playing with the anal ring until my finger poked the center of it lightly, massaging its way until the very tip it had opened the hole. My other hand continued to pull him towards me, slowing my oral strokes so I could try to massage his length with my mouth.

I could feel my actions paying off; his body was tightening. Would he cum soon? Would he pull out or tell me? Would he leave it in and feed it to me?

I didn't want him to leave my mouth until that dick was softening. I continued on, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could until I was just about to gag. I tried to use the back of my mouth to rub the head as I did. It gave my throat a tickle which I used every ounce of my restraint to not give into. My index finger continued to massage his hole, poking into it more than before until I felt the tension reach its peak.

Abruptly, James pulled off. "I'm gonna...cum...cum...cum..." He tried to pull out, but I wouldn't let him. I pulled him closer to me and locked my embrace on him. "DOM!" I felt the warm dick of my AP History teacher quiver and then explode into my mouth with streams of hot cum. Its taste was tangy but with an edge of sweetness, and I swallowed as much as I could. But the act of his orgasm had broken through my efforts to hold back my climax, and I began to cum before I could warn him. I couldn't see where it was landing, but then I felt his mouth return to my dick for the second wave. And I emptied myself into his awaiting mouth.

I enjoyed drinking down as much as I could, leaving the last of it on my tongue to massage the softening cock with. Then I gulped down the rest, his dick popping out of my mouth.

At last, I could watch James, and I saw him nursing the last of my load. The first spurts of my orgasm, I could see now, had landed on his chin and his cheek. The sight made my heart glow, knowing he was mine tonight, and made me want his body even more. Once he finished, James pulled off, and together we maneuvered up the bed and under the covers, trying our best to catch our breath. I leaned over his right side and looked down into those beautiful eyes.

James looked back, smiling in the afterglow.

I gently scooped up the mess I made on his face with my finger and was just about to lean over him to the bedside table for a tissue when he stopped me. James held my wrist in his large hand, staring into my face with what was it? Lust?

No, it was more than that. We were spent for the time being, and the look was of intrigue. He wanted to know more, or so his eyes appeared to tell me.

Little did he know how much I wanted to know him too- how I didn't give a damn anymore about the bottle of vodka in the night table drawer or about what this would mean the next day. I didn't want him to leave; I was just beginning to see the man behind the mask of the teacher, and he was somehow more intriguing than anyone else at the prom.

James took my cum-covered finger into his mouth and gently suckled it clean, taking the time to kiss it afterwards. Then he looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "Twenty-eight."

"I'm sorry?" I didn't know what to make of it.

"I'm twenty-eight years old." He told me, signifying the break in the façade of the teacher, and his lips curled into a caring smile.

To be continued...