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Lolita Flores

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Related article: Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 20:14:59 EDT From: Subject: After School At Boston Public, Part TwoThis story features characters from the TV series Boston Public. The TV series and characters belong to David E. Kelley Productions and 20th Century Fox Television. It is not meant to imply the true sexual orientation of any of the characters or actors associated with the show. It's just fiction, folks!You probably shouldn't read this if you're under 18. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------"After School At Boston Public" Part Two By Rychard I was frozen. Mr. Harper, the principal, was glaring fiercely at Mr. Senate, the History teacher who had just kissed me on the cheek. As much as I'd like to believe the kiss meant more, I knew that he had only kissed me out of kindness. I had just told him that not only was I gay, but I also had a four year crush on him. So the kiss was nothing more than a "thank you." But from Mr. Harper's point-of-view, he had every right to be upset. He had just walked in on one of his teacher's kissing a male student. "Harry, in my office," Mr. Harper demanded. "NOW!!" I looked at Mr. Senate, guilt rising in me like a flood, and he just sort of smirked. "You should go home now, Christopher," he told me. And with that, he stood straight up and followed Mr. Harper out of "The Dungeon." I was left alone in the bottom-floor classroom. My thoughts were racing a mile a minute in my head. Lolita Flores I knew I couldn't go home. Not yet, at least. Though my talk with Mr. Senate had helped me feel better about myself, I still didn't feel all too good about facing my dad and telling him that I wasn't going to be graduating due to a failed class. And I couldn't leave without knowing what was going to happen to Mr. Senate. Damn it, I thought to myself, I should never have confessed my stupid crush to him. My guilt began to eat away at me again. I had to get out of "The Dungeon." I grabbed my backpack, headed out of the classroom and up the stairs. The main hallway was pretty empty now. Not a single student, teacher, or janitor in sight. As I walked towards the exit, my footsteps seemed to echo through the halls. Up ahead, I could see the two large doors that opened to the outside. The sun still shone rather brightly through the two windows in the door. Unfortunately, the Principal's Office was between those doors and me. And there was no way I was going to leave without at least getting an idea of what was happening to Mr. Senate. As I approached the office, I could hear Mr. Harper's voice booming. "What the hell are you thinking, Harry," he exclaimed. "Sometimes I just don't get what's going on in that head of yours!" I tiptoed as I got closer to the door, to avoid being heard by them. A large window revealed to me Mr. Harper and Mr. Senate, so I knelt down and peered through it, hoping not to be seen. I could see Mr. Senate sitting in a chair, as Mr. Harper paced back and forth in front of him. Mr. Senate had his usual look of defiance planted across his face. I heard Mr. Harper speak -- or rather shout -- again. "First there's the Dana Poole incident," he said, "which we managed to keep quiet. And then there's the gun-thing. The suicide club! Where does it end? And you know Milton Buttle got fired for sleeping with a student." "Well," Mr. Senate said, "for the record I didn't sleep with Christopher." "And why the HELL should I believe you?" "Why the hell shouldn't you?" "This isn't a game, Harry! Male teachers cannot go around kissing their male students--" "But it's acceptable if I kiss my female ones? I'll have to remember that." I had to cover my mouth for fear of laughing. Even in a situation like this, Mr. Senate still managed to stay true to his character. "I can't keep looking the other way, Harry," Mr. Harper said. "There's nothing to look away from Stephen. It was one kiss. On the cheek, for crying out loud! Get over it." "I wish I could `get over it,' but that KID that you chose to kiss isn't graduating. Did you know that?" "Yes, and for the record, that `kid' is eighteen." "That doesn't concern me. What does concern me is that you've just given this kid all the ammunition he needs to sue this school." "By kissing him on the cheek?" "Even the threat of a gay-themed lawsuit is going to have the school board offering him the right to graduate as a bargaining tool." "You're being stupid Stephen--" "I'M BEING STUPID?!?!" Everything around me seemed to shake. "Well," Mr. Harper continued, sounding calmer, "stupid or not, you're fired Harry." "You're kidding right?" Mr. Harper put his face directly in front of Mr. Senate's. "Do I look like I'm kidding? Now get the hell outta my sight!" I watched as Mr. Harper pulled away from Mr. Senate, and sat behind his desk, going into paperwork. Mr. Senate shook his head, and it looked like he was laughing. He stood up and walked toward the door. I tried to get up and hide, but it was too late. Mr. Senate opened the door and saw me eavesdropping. He rolled his eyes and walked the other way, towards the doors to the outside. I couldn't let him leave without apologizing for putting him in that position, so I followed him outside. He was walking towards the Staff Parking lot, and within moments I had caught up to him. "I'm so sorry," I professed. He kept walking forward, without looking at me "Don't be," he said. "They've been looking for an excuse to get me out. They fire all their teachers and then complain about a teacher shortage. They're morons." "But I feel responsible. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me." "What's idiotic, is that they're firing me for something I didn't even do." "I know." He stopped walking and faced me for the first time. "What are you doing right now," he asked. "Um," I responded. "I'm not really sure. I can't go home. Not yet." "Well, do you wanna grab a beer or something?" "I'm too young to drink." "That's not what I asked." I just smiled as he gave me directions to a bar I was supposed to meet him at. He would drive his car and I would drive mine, and we'd meet in about ten minutes. An hour or so later, we were sitting in some bar that a friend of his owned, and he was tossing down his second mug of beer. Lolita Flores I was avoiding taking anything more than a small sip of beer, because I didn't want to add arriving home drunk as another reason for my dad to be pissed at me. Mr. Senate and I didn't say much of anything, except for him telling me to call him Harry instead of Mr. Senate since he wasn't a teacher anymore. I felt bad that it was my stupid confession of my stupid crush on him that ended with him losing his job. So it was my guilt on top of my overall nervousness that kept me from contributing to any conversation we might have while sitting in this bar. I assumed he was too upset to talk. I assumed wrong. "Chris," he spoke, "have you ever had sex with a guy?" I was caught entirely off-guard. I stared at him for a minute, dumb-founded by the intimacy of his question. "Chris?" "Oh," I replied, "not really." "Do you ever think about what you'd do with another guy?" "Not really," I lied. "Oh come on," he insisted, "you're eighteen, I'm sure you beat off at least twice a day." "Mr. Senate!" "I said to call me Harry." "Okay then, Harry," I said, "I don't think it's really appropriate for us to have this conversation." "Why not? I've already been fired, man." Pangs of guilt shot at me again. "Well," I started, "I just don't feel comfortable talking about this. Especially with you." "Am I the guy you think about while you're yanking the chain?" I looked away from him, turning a shade of red. There was a long moment of silence between us again. Finally, Mr. Senate spoke again. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Sure," I replied. "I really don't think I should be driving home. I mean, I think I've probably had too much to drink." "You've only had two glasses of beer." "Christopher, I don't think I should drive home." There something in his voice that stopped me from challenging his statement. "Do you want me to drive you home," I asked, feeling as if I was playing along with whatever game he was playing. "I think Lolita Flores that's for the best. Vic, the bar-owner, will make sure my car is safe here." "Okay," I said. "Do you want to go right now?" "Yeah," he said, looking directly into my eyes. The ride in my car to his apartment seemed like an eternity. Again, there was a huge silence between us. I wasn't sure what to think. Mr. Senate kept his eyes focused on the road. The only times he spoke was to tell me when to make a turn. Finally, he had me pull my car up in front of his apartment building. I turned off my engine, and we sat there motionless for a moment. "Thanks for the ride," Mr. Senate said, breaking the silence. "It's the least I could do," I responded. "Again, I am so sorry--" "Don't be sorry. Stephen fired me for something I didn't even do." "Well..." I began before cutting myself off. "Well, what?" "Nothing." "Don't be an idiot," Mr. Senate said. "You said `well' as if you were going to proceed onto saying something important. So just say it." "Okay fine," I said, "you didn't exactly do nothing. I mean, you did kiss me." "On the cheek, Christopher. I was just being..." "Being what?" "Nothing." "Don't be an idiot," I said. "You said `I was just being' as if you were going to proceed onto saying something important." "Don't be a smart-ass," Mr. Senate said. "That's my job." "Yeah," I laughed, "it's the only job you have right now." "Hey, fuck you." I smiled, then looked away from him. It got really quiet between us again. Mr. Senate cleared his throat, then spoke again. "Do you want to come inside?" "Yes," I responded immediately, then realized I was appearing too eager. "Um, I mean, sure, you know, whatever." Mr. Senate smiled, and we both got out of my car and headed towards his apartment. It was still daylight out, but it wouldn't be sunny for long. As we stepped into his apartment, I felt a sudden calmness flow through me. I realized that I should be feeling nervous and sweaty, but I wasn't. Everything seemed like it was going to be okay. I couldn't explain why. I looked around his apartment. It was exactly as I had imagined it. Very basic. Very simple. He didn't put much effort into decorating it. (A sure-fire sign that he probably wasn't gay.) And everything was rather dark. The few pieces of furniture he had were dark wood. It all matched him perfectly. He motioned for me to sit on his brown sofa. I did, and he sat down next to me, leaving about a foot and a half between us. "Do you know how long it's been," he asked, "since I last got laid?" I sat there for a moment, not really sure how to respond to such a personal question. "The ironic thing is," he continued, "is that I got fired for my inappropriate `sexual' behavior, and I haven't even had sex in the last few months." He shifted his body to face me, raising his leg onto the sofa. His knee touched mine and shots of electricity shot through my body. "Can you imagine," he went on, "I even gave up flogging the horn about two weeks ago. It just reminds me how alone I am." I shifted my body to face him, inching myself a little closer to him. Our eyes met, and we held eye contact throughout the rest of the conversation. "Mr. Senate," I said, finding myself whispering for some odd reason. "Have you ever..." "...been with another guy," he said, completing my question. "Yeah." "No." I was let down, but still kept his eye contact. "But," he continued, "I think if I was drunk enough, I'd probably let a guy do stuff with me. I mean, I'd be pretty out of it, from being so drunk, so it wouldn't mean anything." "Like the way you're drunk now," I asked, knowing damn well he'd only had too mugs of beer. "I guess," he said, looking away from me for the first time. He stood up off the couch, and started to walk away from me, towards a small hallway that led to two doors. His bathroom and his bedroom I deduced. "I'm gonna lay down now," he said while walking away from me. As he walked through the door that led into his bedroom he took off his shirt, revealing his back to me. Then he disappeared into the bedroom. I sat alone for a minute, weighing my options. My brain told Lolita Flores me that I should leave. My father was probably home from work by now and would be expecting me. Of course, going home meant having to tell him that I wasn't going to be graduating because of that damn failed Government class. But even still, I'd have to face him eventually. But then there was Lolita Flores my heart...among other "vital" organs...that told me to follow Mr. Senate into his bedroom. My, uh, heart won out. I stood up and walked towards his bedroom door. As I reached it, I looked inside, and almost lost my breath. Mr. Senate was laying shirtless, stomach-up on his bed, with his arms folded back over his shoulders, revealing his armpits and chest to me. His first name was Harry, and he certainly lived up to that. His chest wasn't entirely covered in hair, but was exactly how I imagined it. A thin layer of dark hair decorating his slightly out of shape, yet still perfect body. He had probably worked out when he was younger but had given it up in recent years. The fact that he wasn't a "muscle man" anymore turned me on even more. It made him more real. I noticed that his eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn't asleep. I approached his bed, taking in a deep breath. There was no mistaking this. Mr. Senate knew I was gay. He knew I had a crush on him. And here he was, lying like this in front of me. It was now or never. I peeled off my t-shirt, revealing my thin body. I dropped it to the floor, then climbed onto the bed. I crawled directly on top of him, not touching yet. I kept myself raised above him. His eyes were still closed, but still I knew he was awake, and I knew he knew I was there. Finally, I lowered myself on him, letting my bare chest touch his. The hairs on his chest tickled mine, but it felt so good. I buried my face into his neck and let my arms wrap around his body. I let myself rest there, lying on his body. He smelled so good, and he felt so strong. I was in love with where I was. After a few moments, I felt him move. I realized that he was rubbing his body against mine. And then I felt it. I felt his "package" getting hard through his pants. I began to kiss his neck, his ear, his forehead. He titled his head back and I began to kiss his lips. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me in closer to him. We kissed forever. Finally, I pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch my breath. He opened his eyes and his lips curled into what could only be described as a "half-smile." Come to think of it, I had never seen him with a "complete-smile" so this was probably a good sign. I felt urged to speak, and finally did. "Tell me what you want," I said, half-smiling back at him. "Well," he said, thinking it over, "I want you to do whatever it is you've wanted to do with me since you first saw me as a freshman." "Okay," I replied, almost giddy with anticipation. I kissed him once more on the lips, then slowly crept down his body, kissing and licking his neck, chest, nipples, and abs on my way. When I got to his waistline, I unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his pant's belt loops. The bulge in his pants was rather obvious -- as was mine -- and I felt I had to touch it. I grazed my hand over it, slightly making contact with his tenting pants. His entire lower body raised up for a moment. He liked this. I lowered my hand once more, this time holding onto his clothed crotch a little longer, and a little harder. He moaned. That was my cue to grasp it a little harder. In a matter of moments, I had managed to grab the outline of his dick, and was stroking it through the outside of his pants. His breathing became short and he moaned even more. After a few minutes, I had to see what was being kept from me. I let go of my grip on him and began to undo his pants. He was apparently as eager as I was, because as soon as I had his pants unzipped, he raised his body and helped me pull his pants down and off. He was now only lying on the bed in a pair of gray boxers. It was a handsome sight, but not quite the sight I was after. In a flash, I quickly pulled them down as well, and was shown what I had lusted after for years. His beautiful manhood stood there in front of me, standing straight up towards the ceiling. I didn't exactly have a ruler on me, but I figured it had to be anywhere between six and seven wonderful inches, uncut. There was decorative patch of hair surrounding it, neatly trimmed down to a precision. He may not have been getting laid recently, but he still managed to keep himself well maintained. His two, round balls were hanging low, and were so appealing, that though it had never really been a part of my fantasy, I found myself leaning into them, taking them into my mouth. He moaned again, even louder than before. As I tended to his luscious balls, I began to stroke his cock with my right hand, and gently caressed his inner thigh with my left hand. I let my tongue explore his balls from inside my mouth. I noticed that the lower I licked, the louder his groans got. I suddenly got inspired from one of my porn videos, and pulled myself away from his balls, and lowered myself a little, allowing my tongue full access to the spot right below his balls and right above his ass. I brushed my tongue against him, and it drove him wild. His entire body buckled. I stroked him even harder as I did this, enjoying the effect I was having on him. His groans eventually turned into gasps, as the tone of his voice raised a few inches from a manly bass to a sexy tenor. I decided it was finally time to reward his cock for lasting so long. I pulled away from him and leaned over his cock, taking my hand away from it. I lowered my mouth onto him, licking the tip of his head with my tongue. After a moment, I Lolita Flores took a deep breath and inch by inch took the rest of his manhood into my mouth. I resumed rubbing both of his inner thighs while I sucked and licked him, and he continued to utter his various sounds of enjoyment. I felt his hands wrap around the back of my head, guiding it to match his own thrusts. We were in perfect sync, and both enjoying every minute of it. Then I heard him speak. "I'm so close to cumming." Seeing as how my mouth was full at the moment, I didn't have anything to respond with. "Do you want me to cum," he asked, with an intriguing quality to his voice. He pulled my head up away from his cock. "Or," he continued, "does your fantasy include anything else?" "Like what," was all I managed to get out. "I have some condoms and lube in that drawer over there," he responded. I smiled, letting my reaction be my answer. He caught on, and leaned over to the nightstand next to his bed, opening the top drawer and pulling out the items. He sat up and I did too, both of our legs entangling into each other's. Mr. Senate handed me the condom, again with his half-smile. "Put it on me," he instructed. I took the condom and carefully opened it. I leaned down towards his still hard dick and gently covered it with the condom, sliding it down over him. After I had it down to his base, he spoke again. "Why don't you take a lick," he suggested. "What?" "It's flavored, `for her enjoyment.'" "Or his," I corrected him. "Or his," he agreed. I put my mouth onto him again, as was pleasantly surprised with the taste of banana. "That's nice," I said, pulling away. "Well, I'm a sensitive fella," he said. "I hope so," I said, letting my guard Lolita Flores down for a moment. "Chris," he said, "have you ever--I mean, have you been--? "No," I responded. "I've never been --that-- close to a guy." "Are you sure you want to then?" "I've never been more sure about anything in my life." For the first time in the four years Harry Senate had been a figure in my life, I saw him smile. Completely. It's a cliche, but I think my heart literally skipped a beat. "I promise I'll be gentle," he said, as he leaned it and kissed me. "Mmm," he said, pulling away from the kiss, "I can taste the banana." I smiled, as he held me, gently guiding me to lay down on the bed, face down. Soon enough I Lolita Flores was laying on the bed. He then held my shoulders, pulling me up, so that I was resting on my knees. From behind me, he undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my white Marky-Mark inspired boxer-briefs, letting loose my six-inch boner. It flopped against my stomach. As soon as my pants were completely off, I heard him opening his bottle of lubricant. I looked over my shoulder Lolita Flores just in time to see him position the bottle over my ass. He squeezed it gently and the liquid fell towards me. It sent shivers up my body it was so cold. I turned my head away as Mr. Senate put the bottle aside. He caringly guided my body back down flat against the bed, sandwiching my dick between my stomach and his sheets. I felt him rub the lube against my ass, gently inserting his finger as he did so. "Are you okay," he asked. "Yes," I responded. "I want to feel you inside me." "Your wish is my command," he replied. I felt him lower himself on top of me, as I spread my legs apart, inviting him in. He guided his cock towards my hole, and slowly, gently pushed it into me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream from the pain. I wanted to scream from the pleasure. I wanted to scream because my fantasy was coming true. I swallowed my pain, and let out a moan, urging him to continue. And he did continue. He continued into me until finally, I felt the tips of his pubic hair resting against my ass cheeks. He leaned his head towards me and kissed my neck. "Are you ready to be fucked," he asked, sending shivers up and down my body. "Yes," I replied. "One second," he said, pulling my body up a bit. I let out my arms to hold me up as I felt him grab my cock. "Here we go," he said. He began to inch himself out of me, then back into me, slowly at first, but increasingly picking up speed as he went on. At the same time, he was stroking my cock at the same rate he was fucking me. I was in euphoria. He began kissing the back of my neck as he fucked me. And rubbing my nipples with his free hand. Before I knew it, all pain had drifted away, and I was enjoying every moment of him pounding into my ass. I felt his loose balls slap against mine. His grip on my cock tightened and he was in complete control. "Oh fuck," I let out, in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum." He didn't say anything, his only reply was to fuck and stroke me even harder. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't control myself any longer. I felt my balls tighten up, and a calmness drift over my body, as I began to spurt out loads of cum onto Mr. Senate's sheets. As this happened, I felt my ass tighten, wrapping hard around his cock. From on top of me, I felt his body tremble, and I knew that he was cumming inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, our naked sweat-drenched bodies heating one another up. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I looked back and kissed him on his lips. About an hour later, after cleaning up and showering, we were both standing out in front of his apartment building. "That was..." he said, looking for the right word, "incredible." "Definitely," I replied, like a dork. "Well, now I feel justified in being fired," he said. I looked at him with concern. "Is that all this was," I asked. "A justification?" "Of course not," he replied. "It was also a really good fuck." I lowered my head a bit, suddenly saddened. "Hey, Chris, ease up," he said, "I'm only kidding." I looked back up at him, shaking my head. "You know," I said, "this is probably the reason you can't keep a girlfriend. It's your warped sense of humor." "Maybe," he said. "But I can think of maybe another reason why it is that I can't keep a girlfriend." He half-smiled at me, and I know my face turned a bright shade of red. "So anyway," he said, deliberately changing the subject away from him. "Do you think you can face your father?" "Well," I said, "maybe after getting mad at me for coming home so late, he won't have enough anger left in him to get mad about me not graduating." I looked away, forcing a laugh. "Of course," I continued, "chances are that won't be the case." "Well," Mr. Senate said, "like I said before, you could always sell your body on the Lolita Flores street." "Oh yeah," I said, "I meant to ask you. How much do you think I could get for that?" "What," he asked, his voice registering a bit of shock. "Well," I continued. "You've fucked me. How much do you think I could get away with charging on a per-night basis?" He stared at me with disbelief, until I started laughing as well. "Pop your eyes back in their sockets Mr. Senate," I said, "I'm just kidding." "Oh yeah," he said, "I knew that. Of course I did." "Of course you did," I said, laughing. "The same way that of course you were too drunk to drive yourself home, right?" "Right," he replied. We both half-smiled at each other. "Listen," he said, getting serious, "if you ever need a place to stay, you know where I am. I mean, if your dad is a dick or something, you can, uh, stay with me until you settled." "But Mr. Senate," I said. "You are forgetting one thing." "What's that?" "You don't have a job either." "Hmm, that's right," he said. "Well you never know, I may just be out there along side you selling my body too." We both laughed. After a moment, we hugged our goodbyes, and I was walking back towards my car. From deep inside me, I knew that everything was going to turn out all right. What had begun as my most depressing day ever had blossomed into what could possibly be the beginning of a very important relationship in my life. And I was ready for it. I was ready to face my father. I was ready to complete my high school credits in the summer. I was ready to begin whatever was beginning with Mr. Senate. I was ready for anything, with a half-smile across my face.THE END----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments? Send them to:
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