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Walking my girlfriend home that day, I could not stop thinking about the typing teachers big thick mushroom cockhead. The memory of him swirling his precum around the big head with his fingertip was going to drive me insane. I tried to walk faster, just to get home and relieve myself in the easiest way an 18year old can. I left my girlfriends house, saying I had homework to do. When I got home I quickly went to the bathroom got undressed, turned on the shower and stepped into the water. I was already getting hard. I lathered up my hands and started feeling myself. I closed my eyes and brought the images back to the fore. I thought about how much precum came out of that beautiful mushroom. I, myself precum alot, but never anything like the strange typing teacher. With my eyes closed, my hand focused on stroking my shaft on the upstroke and squeezing the head before moving back down to the base. Over and over repeating the same stroke. My hand hard at work, my mind was imagining how the cock from earlier would have felt in my hand and in my mouth. what would it have tasted like? And all that precum... I knew I had to taste it. Somehow. With the image of his cock pressing my lips apart and drops of his glistening juice touching the tip of my tongue was enough to make me shoot. I sprayed several volleys of thick cum on the shower wall. my knees felt week, but I collected myself enough to clean the wall and myself. I knew I had to figure out some way to see it again.

Three months till graduation and I am being bombarded with tests. Eating, Sleeping and drinking books! My History grade had slipped a bit and I needed to get serious or lose my good GPA. I stayed late at school to work in the library. Most of the kids in the school probably didnt even know we had a library, so it was quiet and I could work without distraction. At least that is what I thought. About an hour after the final bell, I heard the library door open and in walked the strange tryping teacher. My mouth started to salivate. He did not notice me at first. He was walking across the main area toward the librarians desk when he finally spotted me. His stride took a slight pause, but he continued to the desk. He talked with the librarian, a cute 30ish brunette in a cardigan sweater with the sleeves rolled up. I had noticed him several times and thought he looked good. Now he was standing across from the strange typing teacher. Not sure what they were discussing but neither looked too happy. The Strange typing teacher moved to leave and quickly, subtlely glanced at me. I knew it was a sign, but what was he trying to say? the next moment he was through the library door. I quickly gathered my books and stuffed them in my backpack.

When I got out of the library and into the main part of the school, I was all alone. I had no Idea which way he had gone. Or did I? Where would he have gone? I made my way to the bathroom off the breezeway. There, standing at the trough, zipper down, and pecker swelling was the strange typing teacher. I moved toward the trough and unzipped. I was hard as a rock. I looked over at what I had been dreaming about for the last month. It was drooling already. I took a step closer to him. He made no move. I looked into his eyes then nodded slightly motioning my interest in his cock. After that subtle signal his foot closest to me took a step back, so his cock was now pointing directly at me. I started to tremble but knew what I had to do. I bent and moved my face right to his crotch. I hesitated just long enough to inhale his scent. It smelled of musk and soap. His foreskin still covered the enormous head. I pressed my tongue to the opening at the end of foreskins sleeve and finally tasted it. It was slick, and my tongue swirled in its slimy, salty sweetness. I brought my tongue back into my mouth so I could savor it, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth and spreading his juice around. it was amazing. I pushed my tongue now into the fold of his foreskin, feeling the hardness of his mushroom on one side of my tongue and the gentle hug of his foreskin on the other. Round and round my tongue moved. I saw him place his hand on the shaft of his thick cock and begin to pull the skin back. When his sleeve popped behind the crown of his monster head, i was able to really see how amazing this mans tool was. The head was huge! It was an angry purple color and hard as a rock. My own hand moved to it. I had to feel it, and it felt hot and heavy, the veins in his foreskin seemed to shift as I squeezed it, and its head continued to drool out fantastic shiny globs. I took it into my mouth with some difficulty. I knew teeth were not part of any good blow job, but this was pressing the limits of my jaw. I relaxed and began my task in earnest. I knew his big knob was never getting down my throat, that ability would come years down the road for me. For now, my first real contact, I just wanted to enjoy what I could and burn every part of it into my memory. I could feel him begin to rock back and forth. I pulled my lips over my teeth and let my saliva and his precum pool in my mouth. I was really getting into his rocking motion. It was not fast, just a slow purposeful push and withdrawl. I would take him in as far as I could, then let him withdraw only to the point when the crown of his head would just "pop" past my lips. all the while my tongue was swabbing the sensitive underside of his turgid knob. Being as we were in the mensroom of the school, I knew this could not go on forever, so when I felt his already huge head begin to swell even more, I braced myself. His body began to spasm as I felt a big surge of precum suddenly make its way out of him. He began to moan and then it started. I could feel his cockhead pulsing in my mouth as the blasts started to fill my mouth. I did not swallow right away. I wanted to enjoy it. I kept his cock in my mouth and swirled his cum around its beautiful head. He had a few residual spasms, and still I would not release him or swallow. His erection began to subside. I let it slip from my mouth and slowly began swallowing little by little. My tongue was tingling. I licked his spent knob and marveled at he meatyness of it. I realized that the speeding motion of my hand pulling on my own dick this whole time was now about to pay off. I shot my load right there on the bathroom floor. I sat back on the heals of my feet and looked at the pool I had just made, as the typing teacher zipped up and walked out. I realized neither of us had ever spoken a word to each other. I got myself cleaned up and headed out the bathroom door. I stopped just before leaving and looked back at the pool on the floor. I wanted someone to know I had had a good time. They wouldnt know it was me, but I would. And that sexy typing teacher would.

This is the second part. I have one last edition coming. I hope you enjoyed it. I would love your feedback alfredo_elcaliente@hotmail.com