The next two months seemed to drag on forever as I waited for graduation day to come. I'd already been accepted to my dream college, so there wasn't a whole lot of motivation to worry too much about school, and once track season ended I had a lot more free time. I'd gone to prom with a group of friends, and even though a few people knew I was gay, I wasn't about to show everyone in my high school. So I danced with some of my close girl friends, slow dancing to "How Do I Live" and trying not to laugh at how ridiculous I felt. Mr. Hawkins was working as a chaperone, and during the song our eyes met. He gave me a knowing smile before turning away and talking to some other students.
All that free time had provided me plenty of opportunities to get acquainted with the toys Mr. Hawkins had given me. Hardly a day went by that I didn't use them on my self as soon as I got home from school. I could take the smaller dildo easily now, although I still needed plenty of lube and a lot of patience for the bigger one that resembled Mr. Hawkins' cock. I loved how full I felt when I managed to fit the entire thing in my ass, and every time it slid out, I could feel my hole gaping, ready to take anything. I played around with different positions - legs up in the air, sitting on the edge of the bathtub - but my favorite was still doggy style, which made me feel so submissive. I wanted so badly to scream out Mr. Hawkins' name as I fucked myself, but afraid that I'd scream so loud that the neighbors would hear, I'd always cover my mouth as I moaned in ecstasy.
June 17th. The big day had finally arrived, and I was more nervous than I had expected. Not just because I was afraid that Mr. Hawkins had changed his mind and now wasn't interested in me, but also because I worried that after so much build up, it couldn't possibly live up to my expectations. What if it hurt too much? What if I liked having something in my ass, but found it weird for that something to be attached to another person? What Mr. Hawkins just wasn't that good? OK, admittedly I found that last one a little hard to believe. He would really have to not know what he was doing for me to not by turned on by his muscular arms, hairy chest, and thick cock.
As the afternoon approached, I threw my graduation gear in the back of my car and drove to the school. As family members and friends started arriving at the football field, we assembled in the gym to start getting ready for our graduation procession. I laughed and joked with my friends as we tried to figure out how to properly put on our hoods, and this helped take my mind off of whatever might happen later.
The ceremony was a blur, as I was mainly focused on trying not to trip when I walked up to get my diploma, and hoping that the principal pronounced my last name correctly. After everything wrapped up, parents came down onto the field for the inevitable and drawn out picture-taking. As I was milling around next to my parents, I felt a meaty hand on my shoulder from behind.
"Congratulations, track star!"
It was Mr. Hawkins. I would have preferred not to have to introduce a teacher that I'd performed oral sex on to my mom and dad, but he didn't really give me much choice.
"Mr. Hawkins, hey," I stammered. "Guys, this is my P.E. teacher, Mr. Hawkins."
"You guys can call me Dave. And hey, I'm not your teacher any more, Kyle, so I guess you can too!"
My parents both shook his hand. "I've always been telling him that he would enjoy working out in the gym. Never seemed to listen to me, but I'm glad someone got it into his head!" my dad said jovially.
Mr. Hawkins glanced at me with a smirk. "He's been a great student. A very eager learner." Was he trying to get us caught? "Well hey, I've got lots of other students I need to congratulate. Kyle, don't be a stranger OK?"
Mr. Hawkins put his hand out for a bro hug, and brought us closer together, chest to chest, his lips next to my ear.
"Elm St. I'll see you tonight after you have fun celebrating," he whispered.
An electric shock ran through my body. Although I'd been expecting some sort of signal from Mr. Hawkins now that I'd graduated, I wasn't ready for him to tell me that he was ready to fuck me tonight, all while my parents were standing just feet away. And I loved it.
After going out for dinner with my parents and older sister, I headed back home to get ready for my big night. The plan was to head to a friend's graduation party, hang out for an hour or two, then make my way to another party - the catch being that this other party would be at Mr. Hawkins' apartment. I slipped into some blue and pink striped briefs (I normally wore boxers, but I loved how these briefs made my butt look), a pair of skinny jeans, and a tight fitting v-neck t-shirt. As I exited my room, I took a deep breath, knowing that the next time I came home, my life would feel very different.
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A couple friends and I made plans to hit up a bonfire party being thrown by someone who had graduated the year before. I tried to stay on the periphery of the crowd, partly to not get too much smoke on my clothes (I didn't know if that would be a turn-off for Mr. Hawkins), and partly to avoid interacting with too many people. The less people who knew I'd been out at graduation parties, the easier it would be to sneak off somewhere else for the night. So I milled around the edge of the party with a few close friends, sipped on a beer, and tried not to think too much about what was about to go down. I would normally never drink and drive, but the beer definitely helped calm my nerves.
After the sun had gone down and it was completely dark out, I decided to make my move. I told my friends that I had promised another friend that they didn't know as well that I would go hang out with them, and would try to meet up later at another party. My plan seemed to work, and as I turned to head towards my car, my head was spinning. After a few deep breaths, I entered Mr. Hawkins' address into my phone, and started on my way.
It was about a 15 minute drive to his place, and I really tried to make my mind wander so that I wouldn't have a raging hard-on right when I got to his door. It worked for a while, but my mind started to fantasize about stroking his big dick, having my ass played with, swallowing a load of Mr. Hawkins' hot cum...I could feel a wet spot developing in my pants. Nice going, Kyle. Mr. Hawkins' condo was on a relatively busy street near downtown, and I was a little freaked out about someone seeing my car and investigating what I had been doing there, so I parked on a little side street a couple blocks away. After parking I looked at baseball standings on my phone - wondering about who was going to take the second wild card spot helped take my mind off what was about to happen, and after about five minutes I finally felt ready to approach the door.
Mr. Hawkins lived in a small, two-story condo building with a view of the water. It looked very hip and modern, especially compared to a lot of the other condos that didn't look like they were particularly nice when they built in the 70s. I approached the door, and for the first time this evening, didn't feel the need to hesitate in my actions. Almost without thinking, my finger jabbed the "2B" button, and what probably took 5 seconds seemed like an eternity.
