The Teacher the Delinquent

This is chapter is on the shorter side. All characters are above the age of 18.

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One of the Wild Dogs left my house shirtless. It was a hot day.

I saw Zeke across the street, mowing his lawn, pause and take note of it. He lifted his brows.

The day before, he had seen another guy walk out of my house, too.

I ignored him... at first.

I brought a parade of men home.

I'd grope their arm or caress their back lightly before heading inside the house, peeking to see Zeke watching closely.

I could see his jaw clench from across the street. Sometimes, I winked at him. Most recently, I stuck my tongue out and made a lewd gesture.

One evening when I was putting the recycling out on the curb, he walked over, arms crossed. "I thought you don't do repeats."

"Huh?" I looked up to find Zeke looking hot as the sun. He was distracting.

"That guy who left earlier. He's come over before."

"Okay, and?"

"I thought you didn't do repeats."

"Maybe my rules changed?"

He clenched his jaw again. So hot!

Maybe it was time I put him out of his misery. "I'm tutoring them."

"You're tutoring?"

"Yeah, for the extra cash. My part time job at subway doesn't cut it."

He blew out a breath and smiled wide. His shoulders relaxed. He ran his hand through his hair. He looked younger all of a sudden. "That makes sense. Ha. Cool." He turned and walked away.

I laughed to myself.

......

One day, I came home to find Zeke in my kitchen! Peeling potatos with my aunt! (And not doing a very good job at it.)

"I invited him over for dinner. It'd be nice if he joined us every once in a while, right?" my aunt said.

She had a big heart and picked up strays left and right. Like she had me, I guess.

It was weirdly a nice evening. He and my aunt got along swimmingly, and the conversation during dinner was light and fun. Afterwards, we sat on the porch and talked over iced tea.

He started coming over regularly once or twice a week. I both loved and hated it. It was nice to have someone actually make conversation with my aunt. She was great, but I wasn't enough for her chattering. I liked seeing Zeke upclose, surrounded by his manly smell and popping muscles... but that also lead to the insane difficulty of actually being in an enclosed pace with him time and time again. All I could do were take reprieves in my room or find an excuse to sit outside the house a while without seeming too rude.

He was also doing little things that made my heart flutter, like casual touches of brushing my cheek, or, or... pulling out my chair!! Like what.

Several weeks later, a night after Zeke left, my aunt point blank asked if I was interested in Zeke.

"Whaaat? Why would you ask that?" I already knew it was all over my face.

"Well, his eyes certainly eat you up. And he's a nice, respectful, young man."

"Young? Don't you think he's a little old for me?"

"You're in the same generation, aren't you? Plus, the older you get, the less the age gap matters really. Now that I've gotten to know you, I realize you're an old soul. I just want you to be happy and know you can talk about anything with me."

"I appreciate that." I felt warm and fuzzy from her words as I helped with the dishes.

......

Over the weekend, Zeke left his garage door open as he shifted through storage boxes.

I walked over and watched him for a few minutes, when my eye caught on some shiny metal. "Do you have a motorcycle?" I asked.

"Yeah, you want a ride?"

"So much." I grinned.

He pulled the cover off it. "You kind of have a perpetual frown around most people. I like making you smile."

I tried to humph but was too excited.

He grabbed a helmet and set it over my head, taking his time adjusting it.

"You smell like... marshmellows," I observed.

He laughed. "Maybe you mean the smell of smoke. I was grilling with friends."

"Makes sense."

Adding one for himself, he slid onto his motorcycle.

"Hop on."

I was practically bouncing on my toes. I sat behind him. The seat had a downward slope, so I slid flush against his back, my legs right up against his. He didn't say anything, and there wasn't much I could do about it.

With the initial speed, I almost fell off so looped my arms around him. I had one arm around his abs and my other hand landed on his chest.

"Woohoo!!" I yelled.

From the excitement, I couldn't hold my hands still. I realized a little while later, that I was basically running them all over him and groping him. He still didn't say anything.

I enjoyed feeling him up more. I felt across his chest and down his abdomen. I traced the grooves of his abs over his thin tshirt that was stretched across his skin.

I felt lower and lower until I landed over his bulge! His hard bulge. I squeezed. One of his hands quickly pulled mine off and brought it back up to his chest. I grinned to myself.

He increased the speed, and I had to hold on tighter. I was completely plastered against him, and I loved it. I somehow knew he loved it, too. He was going this fast on purpose.

It was both a rush and relaxing. The air was perfect. I loved the wind on my body. I loved the body against my body. Hehe.

After a good ride, he slowed to the side of the road. "You want a spin?"

"Do I ever!"

We got off, and he showed me the basics. We got back on, switching positions.

He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head over my shoulder. Mmhhh.

I started fast! We jerked.

"Easy," his voice rumbled.

I eased back a little and tried a smoother increase in speed. Yeah, I got this!

A few miles in, I felt his bulge against me. Oh, oh no. Driving distracted was really bad! I slightly swerved but tried to focus more.

"Stop distracting me!"

"Distracting how?" He ran his hands up and down the front of my body.

I pulled over and leaned my body fully against him. "Dick," I muttered.

He rubbed his bulge against me exagerattedly. Mhmmm.

"Not so hung up on me being a teen now?"

"Shit," he stopped.

I pouted.

His body tensed. "Come on, I'll take us back." He drove at a moderate speed, so I had no reason to hang on to him tightly.

My body was buzzing for the rest of the day.

......

A few of the Wild Dogs crew came over. I made us lemonade, and we blasted music on the front lawn. We had on swimsuits, as it was another hot summer day, and we refreshed with the sprinklers on for a while, then just roughhoused with the yard hose. Guys just chillin' and being guys.

Later, a few of them kicked a soccer ball back and forth on the street. There weren't many cars.

I was laying on a towel, chatting with Duncan, when I noticed movement through the window across the street. Was Zeke watching? We had been making a lot of noise.

"Duncan."

"Yeah, boss?" He looked over at me lazily.

I pulled my swim suit up higher, causing it to slip between my crack and show off some of my ass cheeks. His eyes had been roaming my body all morning, but now they zeroed in on my ass, like I hope a certain neighbor was, too.

"Rub sunscreen on me?"

"Hell yes!" He grabbed a bottle and squirted generously in his hands.

He reached directly for my globes when I cut in, "Start with my shoulders."

I could feel his disappointment, but he did as told, starting with my shoulders, rubbing thoroughly and massaging me well.

"Oohhh," I couldn't help moan. "That's good..."

"I'm just getting started," he retorted playfully. He lathered my arms, rubbed my neck deliciously, and worked down my firm back muscles. Seriously, wow. I might need this more often.

I hadn't intended for it to last this long or be this thorough. Did we look obscene? The other guys didn't seem to think so. Would Zeke?

"Your skin is so creamy and smooth..." Duncan commented as he finished my lower back and moved to my ankles, sloooowly working up. By the time he reached my thighs, I was jelly.

He brushed the bottom of ass cheeks sporadically, sending tingles throughout my body. I worried my bottom lip. How far should I let him go?

He suddenly pulled my suit even higher, practically giving me a wedgy. "Hmmph!" But it felt good.

He grabbed either of my cheeks and kneeded them.

"Duncan..."

He jiggled them and squeezed hard. Mhhh... He kneeded and kneeded. My hole was getting sensitive from the cloth rubbing against it. I shifted my hips.

His fingers slipped under my suit and closer and closer to my crack.

I gasped, "Duncan!" I gripped the towel and grass around me. Should I...

Before I could decide what to do, I felt cold droplets spray over me, and Duncan yelled, "What the hell, man?!"

I looked up to find Zeke holding the garden hose that had just forcefully sprayed Duncan who was kneeling over me. Cold droplets continued to fall on my overheated skin.

"Looked like you needed to cool down." Zeke threw the hose down and walked back to his house.

"Duuuude, he another of your admirers or something?" Duncan sat back on his towel.

"Or something," I snickered.

......

Another sunny afternoon, I was tidying up the front yard while my aunt was at work. It was warm out as usual, so I was in a tshirt and small shorts. I enjoyed feeling the warmth of the summer day on my skin.

Until my skin prickled. I could physically feel being watched. I looked up to get caught in Zeke's gaze across the street. How long had he been watching me before making it obvious he was? I shivered. Did I purposefully spend more time outside where I knew he could see me? Yes.

Fuck him, why did my body react so strongly to him?

I told him about my no repeat rule, so why was he making it so difficult to stick to it? He's soooo handsome. And weirdly sweet. He was constantly on my mind, and I yearned for sightings of him.

But, he was still hung up on the age thing. It was like tug of war, and I was slowly losing it. I wanted him to suffer as much as I was.

I slipped my shirt off and threw it on a chair nearby. From the edge of my vision, I noticed his eyes were now completely glued to me. I continued my work. Damn it, I was getting turned on. I wanted him to be the one to suffer, not make things worse for myself.

I was lost in thought when a sound clanked by my ear. I reacted with a quick move that was instantly and firmly blocked. I looked up to find Zeke bringing the hand that I had flung out to wrap around a cold glass of water with ice in it.

"You need to stay hydrated."

How did he walk over here so quietly? If it wasn't for the ice cubes, I wouldn't have heard anything at all.

"Thank you." I hadn't realized how much I needed it until I started drinking. I gulped down most of it, and some of the water spilled out, rolling down my jaw and neck and chest. It felt refreshing.

His eyes tracked the rivlets of water.

I finished breathless and held the empty cup back out to him.

He took it and grunted. He rubbed my wet lip then traced one of the water droplets down my chest and flicked my exposed nipple.

I gasped! He went to touch me again, but I stepped back.

He followed and rubbed his palm over my pec, my nipple now sensitive beyond measure, just from one touch!

His eyes darkened watching me.

I took another step back. He didn't move this time, but I knew he was fast. I retreated to my front door step. We paused, staring each other down.

I ran into the house, but before I could close the door on him, in a flash, he slipped inside and closed the door from the inside. Where did the cup go?

His lips crashed down on mine. I was only able to hold out for a few moments before I melted against him.

"We're... not supposed to... do this..." I said through sucking his lips and licking into his mouth.

He growled, owning the kiss. "We're not."

I could barely keep up. He veared off course and kissed up my jaw and to my ear.

"Seriou- mhhmph! Seriously, I... ohhh..." Contrary to my words, I looped my arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer.

As he sucked and kissed my earlobe, he murmured, "My sweet boy."

I shivered. No one really thought I was that sweet. Though, I did like hearing it from his deep, confident voice.

"Mhmm, you really think so?"

He kissed down my neck, sucking where it met my shoulder. "Yes, my sweet boy. You're always helping people out when you think no one's looking. You're hardworking. You help your aunt around the house even after your busiest days. I know you don't charge everyone you tutor, only the ones that can afford it."

"Oh..."

He returned to my mouth. "You're beautiful." Kiss. "You're enticing and sexy." He sucked on my lip. "You're a kind person." He kissed me thoroughly, almost until I forgot where I am or what day it is. "You're-"

I cut him off. "You're a stalker, watching me all the time!" I pulled on his hair and kissed him back.

He chuckled. "Who could stay away from you?" He worked my mouth until every nerve ending in my body was sensitized and wanted more. I'd never felt so much just from kissing.

I bit his lip and sucked on it. He grunted. I felt his cock jerk against me. I kissed up his sharp jaw then down his neck and bit his lower neck. His hips responded with thrusts against me.

His hands moved down my body.

"What about my age?" I asked tauntingly.

"Fuck it. You're legal." He pushed my shorts off my hips. The fell around my feet on the floor.

"I- I don't do-"

"You don't do repeats. I know." He kissed me harder. It was filled with frusturation. "But you want me."

I couldn't deny it.

"So tell me to stop."

He licked my colar bone and continued down, palming my pecs until his mouth reached the edge of my nipple. He breathed against me. I wiggled in place. He moved to the side and kissed then sucked the skin soooo close to my peaked, begging nipple.

"Zeke, lick my nipple."

He kissed and sucked around and around. I've never wanted someone to touch me so badly. I was already really sensitive there, but he drove me crazy!

"Zeke! Kiss it!" I arched, trying to get his mouth on the correct spot.

"Tell me to stop."

Stop? Oh yeah... "St-sto- Aahhh!!" He finally slotted his warm, wet mouth over my nipple and sucked. My head swam, and I couldn't keep my eyes open. His one touch consumed me. How did he do that?

Wait, he finally did that to distract me when I was finally going to say stop. I smiled to myself. He really wants this... me... too.

He sucked harder and mouthed my nipple deliciously. I arched. He was making me crazy from just one spot on my body.

I pulled his hair roughly. He growled. I loved that he was so aggressive and could give as much as he could take. I ran my nails across his shoulders, clawing deep enough to have him tingling into tomorrow. I liked marking him.

I pushed him back against the wall. He seemed caught off guard. I raked my hands down his body, and his abs fluttered. I followed the same path with kisses.

I pushed down his shorts and underwear and swallowed him whole, lapping and sucking.

"Oh FUCK!" His head fell back.

I hollowed out my cheeks, increasing suctioning on every bob of my head.

He ran his hands through my hair appreciatively. "Ugh, you're too good for this - Hmmm - for your age. I want to knock out anyone who came before me."

I popped off, a string of spit still between my lips and his pulsing pole. "Your size and girth already do."

He rubbed his head against my lips. "Ughhh!" I dipped my tongue in his slit.

"Maybe I'm just a natural. You ever think of that?" I licked him sloppily.

"Are you?"

"No." I grinned up at him and took him deep in my throat to the base, swallowing around his head.

He couldn't help but force his hips forward.

I pulled off. He made a frusturated sound. That's how I like my men: pulsing and desperate. "Zeke, fuck my mouth." I stopped moving and opened wide in invitation.

He needed no convincing. He gripped either side of my face, his eyes so dilated they were almost all black, and pistoned himself in and out of my mouth.

"You like that?" He grunted out.

In response, I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed with my nails indenting his skin, glaring up at him, asking for more.

"Shit!" He became rougher, just how I like it.

My dick needed attention, but I didn't want to let go of this man. My hard-on strained my briefs, my dickhead rubbed against the wet spot of precome that had dripped out against the fabric. If I just had something to rub against.

Zeke's thrusts lost rhythm, and his breathing changed.

Yes! Mhh, yes! He came in my mouth. His salty seed shot down my throat.

OH! My come shot, too. I moaned around his cock unloading his final pumps. I swallowed everything and licked my lips.

He pulled me up, shoved his hand in my undereear going for my dick, and found my come-soaked softening dick. "My sweet boy got off on sucking cock. My cock."

I was still catching my breath. I shuddered at the contact and blushed slightly at his comment, nodding my head. With a rough voice, I replied, "Only yours." I bit my lip.

He pulled my lip from my teeth and kissed me wholeheartedly.

......

A few evenings later, Zeke knocked on my door.

I answered in only black sweats. "Hey, my aunt went into work early tonight, so no dinner."

"I know. You think that's all I come over for?" He perused my naked chest and torso.

I smiled. "M'kay. What's up, hottie?"

This time he smiled. "My place? I have a small surprise."

"Sure."

He reached in and grabbed one of my jackets.

"We're just walking across the street!"

"We're going to be outside."

"Okay." I slipped on the jacket he held up for me and flip flops laying by the door.

I followed him quietly, the gravel under us sounding loud in the dark.

He lead me to his backyard, where he had a bonfire going! The flames crackled and caused dancing shadows in the otherwise unlit yard.

"That's new." He had two seats set up with long metals sticks and a table with... "Are we making s'mores??"

Zeke nodded his head. "You mentioned them the other day, so I thought it'd be fun."

"That's awesome!!!" I hugged him around the neck.

I cooked mine too fast. It burned, but Zeke leaned over to bite it off my stick and gave me his nicely made one! What a gentleman.

We continued sharing and chatting. Zeke informed me he got a new job, but before he could tell me more about it, we got distracted making out. I ended up on his lap.

Our kisses tasted like warm chocolate, cinnamon, and sweetness.