Teachers Pet

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 Steve asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah.  I've been told you were top student of your class right?”</div> <bR> <div> “I did get good grades, yeah.  I just want to finish my thesis and make some money in the process.”</div> <bR> <div> “You seem pretty sharp.  Tonight, I plan to have everyone write a short paragraph about themselves in class and I'd like you to pick out the most interesting ones and read them to me.  I just want the top 5.”</div> <bR> <div> “You have particular criteria?”</div> <div> “No.  Just the most intriguing, anything that catches your eye, I don't care whether they can spell or if their dad has two MBAs.  I just want the most interesting paragraphs or introduction about themselves and why they want to be in my class.  We'll meet up at my place, I'll order some pizza and you can read your top five favorites.”</div> <bR> <div> Peter watched Steve's red eyebrows go up and then down and then he scratched his head as if he didn't know what to do with Peter's request.</div> <bR> <div> Class was going to start soon; Peter pulled out his notes from his backpack and connected his laptop to the projector for tonight's lecture.  Students started to flow into the room with Steve sitting in the center front row.</div> <bR> <div> Class lasted for three and a half hours, Peter was satisfied that Steve took plenty of notes during the lecture.  After class, Peter handed Steve the stack of papers that students turned in about themselves.</div> <bR> <div> “Which ones I find the most interesting, right?”  Steve asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, here's my address,” Peter handed him his business card and then continued, “Be there Thursday night, and we'll go over it,” Peter answered his question.</div> <bR> <div> “Okay, I'll see you Thursday,” Steve remarked before leaving the class room.</div> <bR> <div> A few moments later, the assistant Dean to the Business department, Susan North came into the room.  She wore her heels and a light colored suit that showed off her perfect legs.  Her presences in any room always distracted Peter.</div> <bR> <div> “Hi, I'm packing up my stuff, I'll stop off at the office on the way home, you want to come?”  Peter asked Susan.</div> <bR> <div> “Okay,” was Susan's response as she went to the back of the large lecture hall and turned off some of the lights.  They both walked out of the building together to where some of the faculty offices were located.  Peter hated sharing his office with Dr. Alan Beakman, he was arrogant and nosy to boot.  He hated people getting into his business, especially that snob.</div> <bR> <div> His office was empty, <I>good thing he hasn't been around lately</I>, Peter thought about Alan's constant intrusiveness. Susan sat down in a chair in between the two desks; she tried not to trip over any of the boxes on the floor.</div> <bR> <div> “Sorry, you know I'm getting my own office, gotta make sure everything's packed, right?”  He asked her before he sat down.  “So, what's the reason for your visit?”</div> <bR> <div> Susan got out of her seat, and locked the office door, and then she shut the blinds and walked up to Peter.</div> <bR> <div> “I missed you,” She said seductively as he stared at her big rock of a wedding ring.  He hated having his nose rubbed in it, and the fact that he was a former student of her husband's was bad enough.</div> <bR> <div> “Susan, I can't-“Peter spoke until she parted her lips onto his, feeling her gentle tongue wrap around his was too much for him to resist.  She pulled up her skirt, which revealed her stocking being held up by her garter belt and lack of underwear. Her skirt was on the couch behind her in the crowded office, she took of her shirt, leaving her bra and garter belt. </div> <bR> <div> She quickly unzipped the fly to his slacks, he felt her tongue in his ear, her breathing on his neck caused him to be completely powerless against her.  His hard cock was out; she was on her knees, with her face on his lap.</div> <bR> <div> “What if we get caught?”  Peter asked her.  “What if he catches us?”  He wanted to know what would happen if her husband the famous Dr. George Rudner were to walk in.  <I>Get fired probably and she'd get her walking papers no doubt</I>, Peter thought.</div> <bR> <div> “You need to stop worrying about stuff that'll never happen,” Susan said as she moved his pants down his ankles.  He leaned back as he felt her mouth at the tip of his shaft.  He just wasn't into it, not like this.  <I>Couldn't she have gone over to his place for chrissakes?</I></div> <bR> <div> The warmth and tightness of her mouth felt too good for his already hardening cock, he didn't want to enjoy it, but he did anyways.  He moaned softly, his hand on the back of her shoulder, he wanted to guide her mouth around his cock, but he didn't want to push her face down.  She did as much as she could and pulled away, stood up and kissed him with, ready to sit on his lap with her moist curls in between her legs wanting his hard cock in her.</div> <bR> <div> She saddled him, on top; he enjoyed the swiftness and pulsing of her hips as he felt her tightness around his cock.  He undid her bra, and threw it to the couch, where her clothes sat.  He wanted to stare at her succulent mountain peaks, while she fucked him.  <I>Ah, I miss having her on top</I>, he thought as he smelled the sweat coming off her beautifully round nipples.</div> <bR> <div> He started to feel paranoid, every sound from outside the office, he'd jump, although she continued until he was ready to come.</div> <bR> <div> The one thing he hated about the entire experience was how matter of fact she was afterwards, she sat on the couch, she fixed her hair and makeup still only wearing her stockings.  Her legs were slightly spread, her strawberry colored hair in between her legs still very much exposed.  His cock started to get hard again, but his clothes were back on at this point.</div> <bR> <div> “What's the matter?” She asked him with the not-so-innocent-look on her face.  She knew what she was doing, she probably expected him to watch her play with her own snatch, and she was such a fucking exhibitionist.  </div> <bR> <div> “Isn't it bad enough that someone could have heard us?”  He asked her, still feeling a bit paranoid and yet he couldn't take his eyes off her inviting snatch.</div> <bR> <div> “Stop being so fucking paranoid, trust me, he'll never find out.”</div> <bR> <div> “Look I gotta go, are you gonna get dressed or not?”  He asked her, impatiently.  He was tired of her teasing, <I>she got what she came here for, and it's time for her to go away</I>, he thought.</div> <bR> <div> “Don't you want more?”  She asked him with her legs spread out more after putting down her make up mirror.</div> <bR> <div> “Yes, but not tonight.”  </div> <bR> <div> He felt a migraine coming on; he hated getting into these fights with her, and ends up talking to her like she's a child.</div> <bR> <div> “Whatever pleases you,” She said with a smirk on her face as she put her bra on.  Her clothes were back on as easily they came off.  She fixed her hair one last time before he opened the door for her.  He walked her to her black Mercedes before driving off into his white Volvo.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>***</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Thursday Evening</B></div> <div> <B>Peter's apartment</B></div> <bR> <div> Steve arrived at Peter's condo early this time, with his stack of papers from two classes.  Peter was ready to order their pizza; he had been hungry all day.  </div> <bR> <div> “Want a beer?”  Peter asked Steve after he ordered the pizza to be delivered, and then Steve nodded.  Peter had been looking forward to having Steve over; he enjoyed having him in both classes this week.  It was refreshing having a male assistant over his last female one.  Ugh…She was too much the sorority type, Peter recalled about her.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, what kind you got?”  Steve asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Pale ale stuff, you'll like it, has taste to it unlike most crap,” Peter recommended as he brought out this micro brew brand beer.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, I'm up for anything,” Steve said, as he started leafing through the stack of papers.  </div> <bR> <div> When he heard, “up for anything” it caught his attention.  He just realized how much he liked Steve, the red hair and freckled added dramatic flare to him.  He opened up Steve's bottle of beer and started drinking his as Steve got out several papers.</div> <bR> <div> “I don't know how quickly you wanna start or not.  I'm hungry, so I'll probably be cranky till food gets here,” Peter admitted to him.</div> <bR> <div> Steve picked out a one page paper to read out loud.  Peter didn't pay much attention to the actual paper; he was too distracted by Steve's hazel eyes to care.  He hadn't realized how distracted he's gotten lately, women and by men even.  Steve just seemed so red... he's never been with a redhead before; the amount of freckles on his face intrigued him.</div> <bR> <div> After Steve finished the first paper, he knew it was time to discuss it, although Peter didn't pay much attention.  <I>Through one ear and out of the other as the saying goes</I>, Peter thought to himself.  <I>I should probably tell him to read `em all and hand them to me</I> and I'll read them later.  Then he heard a knock on the door, it was the pizza delivery person, Peter was ready to eat and relax for a while.  He just wasn't in the mood to read student's papers; he was more interested in getting to know Steve.  Peter gave the delivery person his money and then he and Steve both started eating their pizzas.</div> <bR> <div> He wanted to talk to Steve, and keep school as an off topic.</div> <bR> <div> “You grew up around here?”  Peter asked him.  </div> <bR> <div> “No, came from a big city actually.  I have family here, and I really fell in love with the town on my visits with them,” Steve remarked, biting into his large pizza slice.</div> <bR> <div> “What's the big city?”</div> <bR> <div> “L.A.  You from around here?”</div> <bR> <div> “Originally, yeah.  I was born here, moved to the Bay area when I was in high school, and once I was out of high school I came back here.”</div> <bR> <div> “San Francisco?”</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, it was fun for a while, but it seemed too crowded and I missed being in a small town.”</div> <bR> <div> Steve grabbed another slice of pizza; Peter continued to watch him eat.  There was something undeniably sexy about him, and he tried to shake those feelings off.</div> <bR> <div> Steve read several more paragraphs; Peter was more interested in getting drunk, anything having to do with his classes disappear.</div> <bR> <div> The days following his last sexual encounter with Susan, he wanted to get laid in the worst possible way.</div> <bR> <div> The rest of the night, while Steve read the papers out loud, all Peter could think about was fucking Steve's tight ass.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>***</B></div> <div> <B>Following Week</B></div> <bR> <div> Steve passed papers back to students with Peter in front, as he described the next assignment for class.  This time Peter wore his glasses, the dry weather bothered him too much to wear contacts.  Throughout the class, Peter tried not to look at Steve as he sat and took notes.  </div> <bR> <div> After class, they both met in Peter's new office in the same building.  He was embarrassed by the numerous boxes sitting around.</div> <bR> <div> “I'll have everything put away by Monday,” Peter remarked to Steve as he moved a box away from the small couch that Steve sat down in.</div> <bR> <div> “If you need any help, I'd be more than happy to,” Steve offered to Peter's surprise.</div> <bR> <div> Peter had intended to sit behind his desk, but Steve's last offering took him by surprise that he sat next to him on the couch.</div> <bR> <div> “Thanks, I really appreciate it.  Since you've been taking great notes of my lectures and all.  I was wondering if you could create some PowerPoint presentations for next week.  I'll give you my lecture notes, and then with some research, I'd love to see what you come up with.  Also, I'd like to ease you into doing lesson plans and maybe a lecture or two before class is over,”  Peter told him as he handed him a small three ring binder with meticulously written lecture notes.  There were also PowerPoint slides from previous semesters in the folder as well.</div> <bR> <div> “Sure, when you need it by?”</div> <bR> <div> “Before next Tuesday, next class, I suppose.  We could meet up on Sunday night or Monday night.”</div> <bR> <div> “At your place?”</div> <bR> <div> “Or here, whichever the most comfortable for you.”</div> <bR> <div> Peter was more interested in having him over at his place, his bed more specifically.</div> <bR> <div> “You buying dinner?” </div> <bR> <div> “If you're hungry, sure.”</div> <bR> <div> “How about Sunday night... your place?”</div> <bR> <div> “Sounds like a plan.  Pizza again? Would you rather get Chinese take out?”</div> <bR> <div> “Either's fine with me.”</div> <bR> <div> “Great.  Here are my notes from last year, If you don't have a laptop to bring over, just email the presentation to me and we'll look at it.”</div> <bR> <div> Steve nodded as he put the small three ring binders into his backpack; he was ready to take off.  Peter walked him to his car before he went home.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>***</B></div> <div> <B>Sunday Late Afternoon</B></div> <bR> <div> Steve connected his laptop to an expensive looking projector in Peter's living room of his condo.  Peter borrowed the projector from the university, but he wanted Steve see how the presentation would look like if it was projected on a screen and with him actually lecturing.</div> <bR> <div> “That's for emailing it ahead of time; I wanted to do a mock lecture so you'd get an idea on how the PowerPoint should look like.  You get a chance to look at previous presentations?”  Peter asked him and then he saw Steve nod.</div> <bR> <div> “Looking at them and sitting in class has been a huge help,” Steve responded back.</div> <bR> <div> Steve looked different that day, his hair had been gelled up, and he wore a nice shirt and tight jeans.  He wore subtle cologne that Peter liked, something he'd wear out on a date.</div> <bR> <div> “Okay, pretend I'm a student and you're me doing the lecture using your slides,” Peter suggested as he pulled out a folding chair and sat down staring at the white wall behind Steve.  Steve had the projector on Peter's dining room table; they already cleared the shelf that covered the wall behind Steve.</div> <bR> <div> Peter sat down, waiting for Steve to turn on the projector and clear his throat, he looked nervous, <I>speaking in front of people's not his thing</I>, Peter thought as he gave him a warm smile.  Steve went through the slides, but not really giving him a lecture like he'd do in class.</div> <bR> <div> “I want a lecture, not you showing me your slides.  Your slides are very good, but I need to know if it'll work with my next lecture or not,” Peter advised him.  “Stop being so nervous, pretend that everyone in class is naked or something.”  That made Steve laugh, <I>oh shit, I made him more nervous</I>, Peter thought.  Peter noticed how tense Steve's shoulders were, so he got out of his chair and went behind him.</div> <bR> <div> He touched his shoulders, moved his shoulder blades back until there was a large crack.</div> <bR> <div> “Don't tell me you used to be a chiropractor?”  Steve joked.</div> <bR> <div> “No, not really, but your shoulders, you need to keep `em straight or your back will kill you later.  I think this would help,” Peter said as he put his hands on Steve's shoulders, rubbed them a little.  “Better?”  He saw Steve nod.</div> <bR> <div> Standing behind Steve and looking at the back of his neck turned him on, it was so tempting, <I>his neck's so inviting</I>, he thought.  Peter could feel the tightness of his jeans get tighter, his cock shifted to the left; he could feel the hardness begin.  <I>Gotta stop this, or I'll get my ass into trouble</I>, Peter thought as walked away from Steve and sat down.</div> <bR> <div> Steve continued with the lecture, after 15 minutes of it, Peter held up his hands and clapped.  Steve turned red, he looked embarrassed, but Peter thought he was terrific.  He'll make a great professor, just need to build his confidence up far as being in front of other people.</div> <bR> <div> “So, you think my PowerPoint's good?”  Steve asked as he turned off the projector and sat down on Peter's couch.  Peter folded up the chair he sat in and joined him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, it seems to have a good flow.  I might make some modifications to it before my next lecture, take good notes on the changes and then soon you'll start doing the lectures for some of my classes.”</div> <bR> <div> Peter still had the image of the back of Steve's neck in his mind, he wanted to not only massage it, but give him little kisses until he has goose bumps.</div> <bR> <div> “So, um…is this it for tonight?”  </div> <bR> <div> “Well, if you wanna get something to eat, no.  Unless you have somewhere to be or something.”  Peter looked into Steve's eyes, he wanted him.</div> <bR> <div> Steve looked at the floor and answered him softly, “No, no plans. I'm kinda hungry actually.”</div> <bR> <div> “In that case, here's the menu, pick whatever you want and I'll have it delivered.  The place's around the corner, so the wait's not long.  Want some beer?”  Peter asked him after he handed him a Chinese restaurant To Go menu to look at.</div> <bR> <div> Steve picked out what he wanted and Peter made the call.  Steve had his laptop on the coffee table in front of him on the couch as he drank his beer.</div> <bR> <div> “Wireless?”  Steve asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, should be able to get online,” Peter answered him from the kitchen.  Peter came back with some peanuts in a small plate and a beer for himself.  Peter saw that Steve was checking his email on his Sony laptop.</div> <bR> <div> “Haven't been online lately, I've been neglecting my emails.  So, how was being in San Francisco like?  I've been there once; I was a kid with my parents.”</div> <bR> <div> “Crowded, otherwise everything else about it I like.  There's always stuff to do there, like any big city.  It's different from L.A. that it's really densely packed; it's easy to get from one place to another in the city.  Good mass transit, but you can't replace being in a small town when you know everyone.”</div> <bR> <div> “L.A.'s kinda superficial, gotta look like a model.”</div> <bR> <div> “And if you don't fit in, yeah I know…”</div> <bR> <div> He looked at him; his face getting closer to his, Peter felt his crotch getting tight again.  His cock itched to have Steve's warm moist mouth around it, swallowing it. <I>Bet he's got the most perfect ass a guy could ever want</I>, Peter thought to himself, drinking more of his beer.  Steve finished checking his email and put his laptop away.  Peter was right, the food came quickly, Peter's stomach lurched as he tried not to think about Steve's hard cock up against his.</div> <bR> <div> They ate their food at the kitchen table, and engaged in small talk.  Afterwards, Steve helped Peter put the leftovers in the fridge and clean up the table.  Peter's naughty thoughts rang louder in his head, he wanted Steve's hard cock and nothing was going to get in his way.</div> <bR> <div> But he knew that ethically this was wrong, Steve's technically a Graduate student and his assistant.  <I>But he's not my student</I>; Peter rationalized to himself as they both sat next to each other on Peter's couch.  It was suddenly quiet; Peter didn't know what to say to him.  <I>I gotta make a move one way or another</I>, Peter contemplated.</div> <bR> <div> “So you spend much time with your girlfriend?”  Peter asked him, knowing perfectly well he didn't have one.  <I>Well, I need to fish for information even though it seems lame.</I></div> <bR> <div> “Don't have one.  Don't have much of a life really.  Just a couple of friends, and that's it.  When I'm finished here, I wanna go for my PhD in Economics elsewhere.”</div> <bR> <div> “--At a more prestigious place?  So, you do have your sights set on teaching.”</div> <bR> <div> “Well, if I can get over my fear of public speaking, so yeah.”</div> <bR> <div> “You'll do great.”  Peter's hand touched Steve's, he wanted to kiss him now, but he held back.</div> <bR> <div> “What about you?  No girlfriend or anyone?”  The “<I>anyone”</I> bit had a weird connotation to it and Peter picked up on it.</div> <bR> <div> “A couple of bad affairs with married people, but that's about it,” He said softly and quickly.  <I>Bet the rumor mill's been going around about me and Susan</I>, Peter thought.</div> <bR> <div> Peter moved closer to Steve, his hand still on his, he noticed that Steve didn't move it away.  <I>Okay, he's not reciprocal yet, but he's not repulsed by it either.</I>  Peter wanted to touch Steve's freckled face, his neck and his… lips.</div> <bR> <div> Before he knew it, Steve made the first move; Peter didn't have a second to prepare to feel his softness against his.  He always loved the silly putty feel of people's lips, and Steve's were no exception.  Peter's hand was on Steve's waist and the other near his inviting neck. After their first long ever engaging lip lock, Steve pulled away for a minute, to drink some beer and to look into Peter's eyes.</div> <bR> <div> “You've wanted this for a while eh?”  Steve asked him and then Peter nodded.</div> <bR> <div> “Yes, since the first time I laid eyes on you I've wanted to get together with you.”</div> <bR> <div> “Is that why you picked me?”</div> <bR> <div> “No, because based on the paper you wrote, you really enjoy teaching and instructing.  You were a great student here and I felt like you're more suited as my assistant than some of the other candidates.”</div> <bR> <div> “Even though this is totally wrong.”</div> <bR> <div> “You mean it'd be an ethics violation?  Technically you're not my student, there'd be a scandal… and if you were a woman, I wouldn't lose my job over it.”</div> <bR> <div> “But you would cause I'm a guy?”</div> <bR> <div> “Probably.”</div> <bR> <div> “You wanna risk it all?”</div> <bR> <div> “Business is about minimizing and taking risks.  If you don't take them, nothing happens.  I understand the implications.”</div> <bR> <div> “Okay, so what now?”  After Steve's last question, Peter kissed him, this time, his tongue danced with his.  He wanted more than kissing; he wanted to feel Steve's hard cock against his.  He was on top of Steve on the couch, his cock up against Steve's leg, he loved the way it felt, it's been too long since he's been with another man.</div> <bR> <div> “My bed's pretty comfortable,” Peter remarked as he took a short break from the lip lock.  He knew that once they're in the bedroom, there'd be no turning back, it couldn't be undone and he'd have to live with whatever consequences that'd follow.</div> <bR> <div> <I>His cock better be worth it</I>, Peter salivated at the thought of having Steve's hard cock near his own. He kissed him, quickly rushed him into his bedroom, pulling off Steve's shirt.  He took off his shirt as Steve stood at the edge of, showing off the bulge in his pants, happy as he smiled at him.  Peter grabbed him, kissed him hard, with one hand near his zipper, rubbing his ever increasingly hard cock, that zipper came down.  He pulled Steve's pants down to his waist; Peter's pants were off too, his straight hard cock exposed.</div> <bR> <div> On his knees, Peter looked at Steve's cock; he studied his beautifully smooth shaft.  He held Steve's cock in his hand to slowly move his fingers underneath it, to play with his balls.  Steve kissed him as he pulled him up off the floor; He too, wanted to feel Peter's hard cock up against his legs.  Peter felt Steve's rock hard ass with his hands, pushed him down on his bed, his tongue in Steve's ear, so he could hear his muffled moans.  He reached for the top drawer of his nightstand to the right of his bed, pulled out a packet of condoms. </div> <bR> <div> “I have a couple of latex gloves in here.  I don't put anything in that's not covered.  Could you pull it out for me?”  Peter asked Steve if he could reach in the drawer to pull it out further, so Peter could see where his latex gloves were.  Peter smiled as he found the plastic bag, Steve handed it to him along with a lube sample.  He quickly put the latex glove over his right hand, and lubed it.   Steve put the condom on his very hard and ready cock.  </div> <bR> <div> He wanted to blow him badly, he wasn't crazy about the taste of latex, but he'd rather taste it than to worry about STDs.  He wanted Steve's cock in his mouth, regardless of the thin rubber that covered his smooth beautiful shaft.</div> <bR> <div> He licked his shaft; his right hand still teased Steve's balls, his finger inched closer and closer to Steve's tight ass.  </div> <bR> <div> Steve's hard cock was completely in his mouth by the time his finger probed that tight ass, Steve stayed on his back with Peter enjoying him immensely.  He loved being able to have his lips touch Steve's strawberry curls above his cock.  To be able to pleasure such a hard thing in his tight moist mouth, his fingers in his tight ass was the ultimate good time in Peter's book.</div> <bR> <div> “Fuck!”  Steve moaned loudly, more fingers went into his very tight ass.  <I>I wonder if I could the fist thing going, </I>Peter thought fiendishly as he grabbed more lubricant for his latex covered right hand.  He kept blowing him, and that gotten more intense before his hand slid into Steve's tight ass. He carefully fisted him as he watched him clench the edges of the bed as he screamed for his hard cock.</div> <bR> <div> “You sure you want it?  You like this a lot,” Peter teased him before pulling out his fist from Steve's tight ass.  Peter threw out the latex glove, and quickly put the condom on his hard cock, ready to mount him on his bed.  He flipped Steve over, with his one hand to insert his cock and the other on Steve's left shoulder.</div> <bR> <div> The tightness around Peter's cock, made it throb tremendously, he the long wave he'd been dying for started.  He fucked him hard, deeper, wanting more tightness around his hard hungry cock.  He kept going until Steve came, but he wasn't finished yet, his cock, hungry wanted more.</div> <bR> <div> Peter lay down on his back with Steve staring at him with his hazel eyes, his freckled more pronounced due to the redness of his face.</div> <bR> <div> “Blow me,” Peter commanded him, as he pointed at his hard cock.</div> <bR> <div> Steve was a good assistant, he did what he was told, and Peter closed his eyes as he felt Steve's tongue on his cock.  The throbbing became more intense; he wanted his moist mouth and throat to surround his cock. Yeah, he's a good cock sucker, he felt Steve's lubricated finger enter his tight ass.</div> <bR> <div> His legs convulsed, FUCK, and then he felt his hardness to the back of Steve's throat.  Faster, more, harder, Peter moaned to himself, with his eyes rolling back, and the waves came more quickly, almost a plateau.  </div> <bR> <div> He knew he was going to come, but he wanted as much of Steve's mouth as possible and held off as long as he could.</div> <bR> <div> He signaled to him that he was ready to come; Steve pulled off the condom and with his hand not so gently stroked him.  Steve's fingers fucked his ass harder than before, until his great and not so neat finish as his ejaculate reached Peter's abdomen.  He didn't realize that his hands dug into the pillows so hard, that some feathers came out.  </div> <bR> <div> It was the best release he'd ever had, After Steve was finished with him, and they both lay on the bed next to each other, side by side.  Steve would try to stroke Peter's already too sensitive body.</div> <bR> <div> Peter closed his eyes and wished for a very long semester.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>THE END</B></div> <bR> <div> -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div> <div> <A HREF="theboardwalk.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Boardwalk"><U>The Boardwalk</U></A>   |   <B>Teachers Pet</B>   |   <A HREF="theinternpart1.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Intern Part I"><U>The Intern Part I</U></A>   |   <A HREF="theinternpart2.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Intern Part II"><U>The Intern Part II</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>