Teaching is a hard profession, especially when you are a high school English teacher and you are as horny as the students. Young, hot teenagers, hot colleagues, hot parents, it can be a trial. Especially, when your wife has lost interest in sex, and…you’re in the closet about your homosexuality.

Students are much freer to express themselves and their sexuality in today’s age. Even in high school, they are much more open about their sexual orientation than I ever felt I could be at their age. Seeing all this intense sexual energy can drive a horny man wild. Coaching these young men doesn’t help, especially when they are shirtless while they are working out. Hot, young, athletic, sweaty bodies in peak physical condition. It can be torture to a lusty man to see how hot they are, but also to realise they are under eighteen.

Enter Manuel, an eighteen-year-old junior who recently arrived from Venezuela. He was a slight, but strong gymnast and the only male on the gymnastics team. He was elegant and effeminate and delicious.

Although he was not in my classes, he needed tutoring in order to be able to stay eligible to compete. Manuel was a very affable and engaging young man. Not to mention, his gymnastics body was honed and tight.

As we worked on his academics, he felt more open to sharing his story. He talked about how he would love to tumble and cartwheel in the field behind his home in Venezuela with his sister and his female cousins. Manuel mentioned that they would dress him in a girl's leotard because it was the only thing they had. He got really comfortable wearing it and started to develop as a gymnast. He also found that it was fun to let his cousins dress him up in dresses and heels. He loved the attention and his mom and his aunts started to treat him like one of the girls.

But, when his father found out, the man became enraged with all of them and burned all the clothes that they had for Manuel. His father beat him until he swore he would never wear girly clothes again. Then his dad attacked his mother for allowing this.

Once Manuel’s father stormed out, his mother grabbed everything she could, and she, Manuel, and his sister left the house. That was the last time he ever saw his dad.

The day he revealed that story to me, Manuel broke down in tears. I hugged him tightly and told him of my own father who was equally as cruel. My father was an alcoholic and would constantly put me down for not being “tough enough” and would call me “sissy boy” or “princess” because I was more interested in music and art than playing football.

I told Manuel that I thought playing soccer and running track would be enough to win my dad’s approval and stop the constant berating me, but it wasn’t.

I failed to mention that one of the benefits of playing soccer was that my two best friends and I would love to shower together after practices. We would make sure that we would get each other all “lathered up” and learn that soap can make a fairly good lube.

After that day, Manuel felt he could trust me and would tell me how once he was free of his father, his mother, sister, aunts, and cousins began to work on his gymnastics and his wardrobe. They all took turns helping him with backflips and makeup.

Manuel shared how he would go to competitions, compete, win, and then at night, he would go out as a girl. He would love to fool boys who thought he was a girl and make out with them. He even revealed that some of the older boys would want Manuel to jerk them while they made out, some would want blowjobs and Manuel was happy to oblige. I got rock-hard when he revealed that it was his sister’s boyfriend, who had thought he was a girl, was the one who had taken his anal virginity.

Manuel told the boyfriend that he “didn’t want to get pregnant”, so he let him fuck him in the ass. He even said that his sister knew and they could not stop laughing about it afterwards because of how badly they had fooled her boyfriend.

I had to maintain my composure while he was recanting this story. With every detail, I got so hot and bothered, I wanted to jerk off right in front of Manuel.

After tutoring sessions, I would think back to all the sex I had with my best friends. I remembered fondly how we would take turns experimenting with each other orally and anally. Then I would start to fantasize about what it would be like to “experiment” with Manuel.

I would get so hot and bothered by the thought of fucking Manuel, I would fantasize about him while I watched porn. I would imagine Manuel’s soft lips on my cock, and his young, tight ass that I was fucking while I stoked myself. As I shot my load on myself, I was wishing it was Manuel that was getting my cum.

I think Manuel started to suspect how turned on I was getting just being around him. He would sit closer and closer to me during tutoring while he told me more about his escapades. I would get flushed in my cheeks visualizing Manuel and other boys as my cock got rock hard.

One day, Manuel sauntered in as if he was on a mission. He asked to go freshen up. When he returned, he was wearing light makeup, lip gloss, and had just a hint of perfume. He was irresistible. When I asked, he told me that he felt so comfortable around me and knew I wouldn’t judge him. Then he wondered, in a very seductive voice, if I thought he made a pretty girl. I told him without hesitation that I thought he made a lovely girl and that I’m sure the boys would find him very hard to resist. Then, he sat as close as he could to me and asked if I could resist him.

I froze. Then -- I don’t know what possessed me, but I kissed him on his ruby lips.

It was a long, lingering, passionate kiss. I immediately jumped back and started to apologize for crossing the line. Manuel slithered into my lap and kissed my neck and purred he was hoping I would cross that line and that that’s why he was coming to tutoring so much.

I lost all inhibitions. I kissed him full on the lips. It was marvellous. He was a much better kisser than my wife. He moved his hand down my pants and felt how rock-hard I was already. I felt like I was about to rip through my pants. Manuel undid my belt and unzipped my pants and slid his hand down on my hardness. He gently started to stroke my cock as our tongues intertwined. I felt like a teenager again. Then, I reached down and slid my hand down his shorts. His cock was hard, and long, and felt so right in my hands.

After dispensing with each other’s bottoms, he sat in my lap as we kissed and jerked each other. It was blissful. I lifted his shirt and began to play with his nipples. This drove Manuel wild and he stroked me more and more vigorously. His grip was so tight, yet so gentle. I couldn’t hold on any longer and I shot a stream of cum all over the both of us. Manuel reached down, took a wad of cum, licked it off his fingers and buried his tongue in me. The taste of my own cum made me want more.

I laid him on his back and spread his legs and slowly took his rock-hard cock in my mouth. In and out of my mouth until he shot a huge stream into the back of my throat. Instead of swallowing, I held as much as I could and pulled him up for a deep, cum swapping kiss. His cum covered lips and tongue were the most delicious thing I’ve tasted in years.

We were both breathless. As we lay on the floor of the classroom, lips and tongue covered in cum, he snuggled close and whispered that he had never shot a load that big in his life. I responded by telling him that not only was he my best student, but he was ten times the lover of anyone, my wife included, I have ever had.

We kissed for a few minutes more. I was on fire with desire. I rolled on top of him, and we kissed deeply like two newlyweds. He whispered in my ear as he licked my neck that he wanted me deep inside him. I ran my tongue down his body, between his leg and deep inside his asshole as he squirmed with delight. I took some of that leftover cum and tried to lube his hole.

Manuel spat on my cock and I just rubbed my tip on his asshole. Then I slowly entered him and he moaned with utter delight.

His ass was so tight. I went slowly and felt every second of pleasure.

Because he was so flexible, he lifted his hips and brought his knees by his ears. I went in as deep as I could. He kissed me as I went in and out of his perfect ass. We both moaned with utter pleasure. He came again and I could feel the warm cum against my body, as my rock-hard cock slid in and out.

Just as I was about to explode again, someone yelled out, “What the hell! What is going on here?!?”

I could not hold on and came deep inside Manuel. Right in front of the gymnastics coach, Mr. Golden.

“Holy fucking hell, you fucking pervert! He’s here for tutoring, not to be your fucktoy! You shithead!”

We were caught red-handed.

There I was naked, sweaty, covered in cum, and trying to explain what happened while my young lover was being ushered out of my room by his very pissed-off coach.

I got dressed as quickly as I could, still with the taste and scent of my young lover all over me.

Coach confronted me in the parking lot and called me every name in the book and listed every crazy mistake I just made. I begged him to forgive me. I pleaded that I just gotten caught up and I would not let this happen again.

Then something delightfully odd happened.

Coach promised to keep this quiet, especially since state championships were in a few weeks, but…it was under one condition. And that was, if I had the urge to suck a dick, that I was not to suck Manuel’s cock…but I could suck his instead.

Wait, what…?

Coach smiled and winked at me, then he slapped me on the ass.

I think this is the start of some good fun!