"No Dustin," Jacob Gordon said as he leaned over his student's shoulder. "That's not a debit - it's a credit - and that should go over to this column. You know better than that."
"Oh yeah," the young man said, scratching his long blond hair with the eraser end of his pencil before before correcting the mistake, and as the senior citizen looked over the shoulder of his protege he got the feeling that Dustin not only knew better but he had done that on purpose.
Not again. That was the thought that went through the retired teacher's mind as he tried not to inhale the scent of that Axe spray, or whatever it was that Dustin used. Step back. That wasn't you last time. It was an aberration, one that rarely happened before in 40 years of instructing and would never happen again if he could help it. A misstep born out of loneliness, and the best way to avoid that was to step back.
Sixty four year old Jacob Gordon didn't step back, although he had time and could not use the excuse of being shocked and caught off guard like last time. Instead he stood there next to his pupil watching the boy wiggle the pencil with his right hand while his left came around his back and reached up into the crotch of his tutor's baggy trousers.
"Dustin..." the old man gasped when he felt the hand reaching - searching for what had been way too easy to find last time.
Last time Jacob had been aroused, consumed by the sweetness of the blond lad with the dimples and the innocent smile. Inflamed by the smooth pale skin - and so much of it visible because of the shorts and tank-top Dustin wore - except for the scab on his left knee the lad had got from skateboarding.
He's too young, Jacob had told himself that last time as he tried to not notice the boy's habit of reaching down to his crotch to rearrange things, even though their was a noticeable bulge in the shorts. Too young even though Jacob had maneuvered around the desk several times to get a better view of the wisps of blond hair - so blonde it was nearly invisible - that sprouted from the boy's deep armpits and seemed to beg to be stroked or nibbled on again.
"I'm 18," Dustin had said in defending what he was doing, and Jacob remembered being 18 himself once decades ago, and while he had been curious and open back then as well, never so much so as to grope a teacher's crotch.
Last time the teacher's cock had been easy to find because it had been significantly aroused, so much so that even in the baggy slacks the student had seen the outline. This time Jacob had done everything in his power not to let that arousing happen - everything except for stepping back before the hand came.
"Not excited to see me this time Mr. Gordon?" Dustin asked as he looked up to the teacher, grinning when his hand found the flaccid tube after a brief search. "There it is. Can't hide something like this, especially from somebody who wants to find it as bad as I do."
"Please. This isn't right," the old man protested, straightening up and intending to step back but failing to do anything but put his hand on Dustin's pale shoulder.
"That's what makes it so good," Dustin insisted as he swiveled in his chair to fully face his teacher, his face eye-level with the belt on the slacks with the letter G on the buckle. "Been thinking about your big dick every night."
"Please Dustin - don't," Jacob Gordon croaked, his voice crumbling along with his resistance as the lad's hand came out from between his legs and moved to the fly of his trousers.
"Do you mean that?" Dustin asked, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked up at the weathered face of his mentor while his hand rubbed the bulge that was growing under his touch. "I will stop if you want Mr. Gordon. Just say the word."
"Your mother..." Jacob Gordon protested as he thought of the boy's Mom somewhere outside that closed door.
"She knows better that to interrupt, and besides, it's locked."
"I..." was all Jacob said because he had noticed Dustin locking the door after they entered and had said nothing, and after a moment of awkward silence Dustin stopped rubbing.
"Thought so," Dustin replied as his fingers took the tab of the old man's zipper and slowly pulled it down, and after lowering it reached in like a kid going into a cookie jar and with great flair extracted what he wanted.
"Mmmm," Dustin purred as he let the flaccid hose hang out of the opened fly for a moment, examining the wrinkled beige organ and the network of veins that covered much of the uncut flesh, and then he took it in his hand and pulled it downward.
"Damn," Dustin whispered under his breath as the already impressive organ stretch down as if it was made of elastic instead of flesh and blood. "Still can't get over how long this thing is. Remember how far down my lips got last time?"
"Yes," Jacob Gordon grunted, trying not to look down and having to look at that innocent face, although judging by the way he had performed fellatio on his aged organ last time Dustin was far from innocent.
Jacob did look down through. He saw the boy milking his cock, looking at it with a combination of lust and wonder, and he saw his cock once again forget how old he was by getting longer and stiffer and beginning to rise to point at Dustin who was there waiting with his lips parted.
"Ohh!" Jacob groaned as the boy's wet lips slid down the stiffening pole while his right hand gripped the shaft of the old man's member, and Jacob found himself assisting by undoing his belt for the lad.
After the belt came loose the elder's baggy trousers went down to the carpet, and Dustin reluctantly let go of Jacob's cock long enough to yank down the old timer's boxer shorts. The student smiled when the senior stepped out of the clothing around his ankles and his cock sprang around wildly.
"Gotcha!" Dustin cackled as his fist took back custody of the long spear, and before he resumed giving Jacob head he looked up with a twinkle in his eye and reminded his tutor of what was going to follow. "You know where this is going after I get it hard, don't you Mr. Gordon?"
"Yes," the silver-haired senior replied, shuddering when he saw what Dustin's free hand had removed from a drawer of his desk, and when the bottle of the cleverly named Fifty Shades of Grey anal lubricant thumped on the wood he found himself chuckling to himself.
"Where will it go?" Dustin mumbled. "Tell me."
