4 comments/ 12441 views/ 14 favorites Facing Giants By: skankabouttown Synopsis: Javier enjoys working with young people, that's why he became a high school teacher. Having suffered through his own high school hell, he promised himself to never stand by and allowed one of his students to suffer the same fate. When he notices one of his students suffering at the hands of the class bully, he sets up daily training sessions to teach his student the self-defence techniques needed not be a victim any longer. What follows is a much deeper relationship than either of them could have anticipated. Niches: m/m, love, rimming, anal, kissing, oral  ***** Facing Giants "Get the hell out of my classroom." Javier felt the bit of self-control he clung on to slipping through his grip. His usual affable countenance that he'd carefully crafted to stay relatable to his students had been flung out the window about ten minutes ago. He'd just about had it with this kid and could barely keep it together at that point. "The fuck are you on? You're paid to teach me bastard, not chase me out of school," Brady said. "I won't tell you again," Javier said. His low tone and tensed frame successfully communicated his high strung temperament at that instant and Brady must've thought it not worth it to push his luck. It was with relief that Javier watched his student collect his books and get up from the desk, grinding his chair into the tiles. He knew that putting distance between him and this person was key to him keeping his job and freedom. "Asshole," Brady said before kicking the door open and making his exit. "Anyone else want to follow?" Javier said. He challenged his class with a severely pissed off stare and was satisfied to no end when there was no sign of rebellion. "Turn to page 97 in your texts." Disaster averted, he thought, and mentally wiped his brow. The muggy summer air stifled his breath as Javier made his way out of the comforts of his air conditioned classroom. He loved the humid Florida summers but with days like these even he doubted his endurance for high temperatures. As he made his way to the impending comfort of his air conditioned Ford he noticed the familiar blond head of one of his favorite and most tragic students. Mostly what appealed to Javier about Dylan was that he was a quiet and generally solid A student. He depended on Dylan's A each term as one of the four A's he needed to keep the headmaster square off his back, but he also genuinely liked the guy. Javier was still working on replacing his A with another student after Dylan's graduation that year. He walked up to Dylan and sighed at the perpetually slumped shoulders of his student. "Good job on your Shakespeare paper, Mr. Watson," Javier said. He smiled at the small smile of satisfaction that crept its way over Dylan's features as he made eye contact. "All in a fortnight's work, sir," Dylan said. "I particularly enjoyed your eleven points of evidence in support of claims of his homosexuality," he said. "You know me, I love courting controversy," Dylan said, his eyes burning. It was sad that these glimpses of youthfulness were so rare in his student. It was inevitable, he thought, one's survival dictating that you build up a thick skin, especially in this school. "What Brady said today was not okay," Javier said. As soon as he mentioned the incident he saw Dylan visibly shutdown. His receptive eyes became glassy and his demeanor guarded. "He's the leader of a bunch of jerks who'll amount to nothing," he said. "Thanks for getting up on him for what he said, but it won't make a difference. In future just don't do anything, please. You've probably only made things worse." "Look, there's no way-" "I have to get going," Dylan said, "I'm late for work." Javier stared at the slumped shoulders and defeated demeanor of his student walk towards the lot, the lighthearted senior he'd been talking to a minute ago nowhere to be seen. ***** Javier sipped on the tangy red wine that helped him to get through grading his English lit papers. After three years in the public schooling system he found he had to adjust his wine budget these days, requiring more alcohol to get through his paper grading responsibilities. He wasn't sure why but it seemed the literacy levels of many of the students that crossed his path was diminishing each year, leaving him stumped how some had reached their senior year at all. Shaking his head at the instant messaging grammar in one of his students' literature essays he topped up his glass and sat back in the chair, staring mindlessly at his illuminated fish tank. It wasn't long at all until his thoughts turned to one student in particular. Dylan was a sweetheart, he could tell. Some people were just too sensitive a soul for this world. He fought to prevent the usual sadness of that statement's truth depressing him again. He liked the kid, not only was he as smart as a whip but he was kind and sensitive, everything that appealed to him. Not to mention his slight build, blond hair and fair, Norwegian complexion. It was the perfect contrast to his hairy, dark Hispanic build. He had no qualms about his attraction to his student who was 18 and undeniably beautiful. He saw many testosterone overridden young adults every day, handsome, rugged men in the making, but few could be described as beautiful, like Dylan is. Javier felt the rush of heat to his crotch and knew he'd have to get that seen to before he had a hope in hell of concentrating on further grading papers. The next morning Javier was seated at his desk, enjoying the last moments of peace as he sipped on his steaming coffee before the bell rang. Ignoring the loud rush of teenage hormones that made its way into the classroom he continued savoring his coffee until everyone started to settle down. He took his class register and started going down the attendance list and called out the names. He noticed Dylan's head covered by a sweatshirt hoody, his frame hunched over his desk. When he came to Brady's name he got up from his desk and walked to the middle of the room. "What did I tell you yesterday? I told you to get the hell out of my class," he said, looking straight at Brady. "This is bullshit," Brady said and kicked his backpack under the desk for emphasis. "I don't give a rat's ass whether you think it bullshit or not, I told you you're out of here." "I'll report you," Brady said. "Please do, then we can discuss why I booted your raggedy ass from my class in the first place. I'm sure your parents care very deeply about you and will be here to get to the bottom of why you're not welcome in here." Javier dismissed any further conversation and continued reading down the list of names. When he got to Dylan's name he saw the shadow of a bright shiner underneath the hoody, along with a painful looking busted and swollen lip. He at once had the conflicting urge to console his student while at the same time the crushing urge to dish some bullies their own medicine. He decided to let it lie, for now, and continued with the class register. The entire day was a wash as far as Javier was concerned. He couldn't get Dylan out of his mind and he was getting angrier as the day progressed. By afternoon he was ready to go to war for all the Dylans in his class and school. The point is that bullies were cowards, and he knew from experience that each and every one will back down when confronted. They rule with fear and he never liked bullies and won't stand for it in his class. "Hold up," he called and caught up to Dylan. "I was just on my way to extra algebra classes," Dylan said and kept on walking. "Wait a second," Javier said and walked in front of Dylan, cutting him off. He forced Dylan to acknowledge him and look up at him. "What happened to you?" "You happened," Dylan said. "Your misguided attempt at social justice is what happened to me. Why couldn't you just let things lie?" "What are you on about?" "It was bad enough in the past," Dylan said, "but it was manageable at least. Now everything's a thousand times worse, but at least you can sleep better at night thinking you solved everything." "Did Brady do this?" "Oh my god," Dylan said. "You just don't get it, and you never will." Dylan sidestepped him and continued walking. "Hold up," Javier said. "I'm trying to help you." "Asking me if Brady and his idiot thugs beat me up won't help me any, because I'll never say. Otherwise you'll swoop in and call them out, but I'll still have to share a locker room with them, walk down hallways, sit in assembly and walk home. It'll just make things even worse than it is already. Why can't you see this?" "I'm only trying to help you, Dylan," he said, falling into step with Dylan who continued down the hall. Javier was trying to make eye contact with him, attempting to gauge the extent of his injuries under the hood of his sweatshirt. "I won't stand for one of my students calling another a faggot. I don't understand why you would either," he said. Dylan stopped suddenly and pulled back the hoodie. His usual pale and smooth skin was bruised and cut up, his right eye swollen. His bottom lip was busted up and his left cheek looked painful. It made Javier so enraged and took him right back to his own school days. "What the fuck Dylan?" "When were you last in high school? Like, twenty years ago?" "Six years, actually," he said. "Whatever," Dylan said. "Maybe you've forgotten how it works, but if you make it through the day in one piece it's a miracle. I am not an activist, I can't take on anyone else's battles, I have a hard enough time fighting my own." "You're not an activist but you prefer being a victim?" Javier said. "Man screw you, you're way out of bounds," Dylan said. "I'm so over everyone at this lame school and this crap town." "So you can get mad about it," Javier said. "What the hell do you mean?" "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not that much older than the rest of you, and I can clearly recall what it was like in high school. If I could have it over, I'd make a lot of different decisions about the treatment I accepted from others. I'm not asking you to take on anyone else's battles." "What are you asking, then? What do you want Mr. Martinez?" "Meet me tomorrow after school in the gymnasium," he said. "Just give me twenty minutes. I promise I won't make any more waves for you. All I'm asking is twenty of your valuable minutes and that's it." Dylan seemed to contemplate him a moment before sighing then walking away again. "Fine, then, if that'll get you off of my case." Javier couldn't verify it with his own eyes but he was sure he heard a hint of a smile in his student's retreating voice. ***** "Put your bag down," Javier said. "You're not going to beat me up, are you?" Dylan asked. Javier finished his air punch warm up exercises. "I like a fair fight," he said. Dylan put his book bag down and joined him at the bleachers. "So you've got approximately eighteen minutes thirty-seconds left." "I'll have to use them wisely, then." He pulled his left arm to the back and pulled it with his right arm, stretching out. He noticed Dylan's eyes keeping an eye on his exposed tummy as his vest crawled up. "Have you ever thought about fighting back?" "Seriously? In case you've forgotten, brutes travel in packs." "I haven't," Javier said. "But that doesn't mean you just have to take it and play dead." "What do you suggest, then? Hit back and get suspended?" "Are they getting suspended for beating you up?" "No," Dylan said uncertainly. He shuffled his feet and continued sneaking looks at his stretching exercises. "Why not?" Javier asked. "Because the system is rigged against us," Dylan said bitterly. "Something tells me you asked for help in the past and got a brush off," he said. "Look nobody gives a damn about anybody else. Everyone has their own shit they're dealing with and don't give a crap about yours." "That's B.S. if I've ever heard it," Javier said. "What's the point of this? Your time is running out." "Hit me," Javier said. He came to a standstill in front of Dylan, challenging him with his much larger and imposing Hispanic build. "Come on," he coaxed. "Give me your best shot." "What are you on about?" "What? You're not afraid of me, are you?" he asked. "First of all, you're twice my size. Second of all, I've had about as much of an ass whipping I can handle this week. My quota's used up," Dylan said. "Look at me, Dylan," he said. "You have a right to protect yourself. You don't just have to take what those guys are giving you." Dylan still seemed unsure about what to do and shifted from one foot to another awkwardly. "Just give me your best shot," he said, "and we'll see what we're working with." Dylan flew into a sudden and swift motion, lifting his right arm and swinging it from the side with clumsiness, trying to land a fist shot on Javier's chin. Instead Javier instinctively blocked the hit with his forearm and grabbed Dylan into a headlock. He let go instantly and let Dylan settle on his feet again. "Smart move trying to catch me off guard. Your right swing needs a hell of a lot of work. I could see it coming a mile away and had anticipated my move about an hour before yours landed." "It's the best I got," Dylan said defensively, breathing heavily. His petite chest heaved from the exertion, straining against his tight shirt. Even with his beat up face he was still a very beautiful young man. "Everyone can improve," Javier said. "Try again," he said. Dylan looked doubtful. "Come on, this time I won't headlock you." Dylan repeated his clumsy attempt at a right swing. Instead of blocking the hit and grabbing him in a headlock, Javier let the hit land on his chin. The kid packed a punch, but it wasn't near enough to beat off a herd of bullies. He broke out laughing at the triumphant look on Dylan's face, but stopped when he saw the look of defeat take control of his features again. "The thing is," Javier said in as non-condescending tone as he could muster, "to use the element of surprise to your advantage." He increased the distance between them and continued. "Even when the other guy anticipates a hit, you still have an advantage. But when you swing your arm way back and come at him from the side, it gives him all the time in the world to anticipate your hit and to block it successfully, like I did." "So what am I supposed to do?" Dylan asked. "When you want to deliver a fantastic right hook, you have to do it quickly and without hesitation," he said. "You also don't take the side detour thing that you do. Imagine your arm to be a snake that strikes immediately. Look for the quickest route to your target. Shoot right out straight in front of you. Don't swing your arm from the side, just pull your arm back and let it rip." "You mean like this?" Dylan said than popped his arm up from his side, aiming it Javier's chin but instead landing the blow on his chest with a loud thud. "Whoa," he said, catching his breath. "That was definitely an improvement." He smiled at the look of satisfaction and pride that clouded his student's bruised features. They spent another fifteen minutes practicing swings with him giving Dylan a few more practical points to improve his swing and delivery. He couldn't help but notice the fresh autumn smell that came off Dylan in waves, probably a scented body wash or shampoo that left its mark the entire day. His exertion only emphasized his boyish build and he realized that even though Dylan might be eighteen, he still had some teenage features that made him look much younger and more innocent than his years. Eventually both of them were sweating and heaving and were tired. "Same time tomorrow?" Dylan asked as they both lay sprawled out on the court, trying to catch their breaths. "You got it," Javier said. Getting up, Dylan collected his things. "What kind of an English teacher teaches street fighting anyway," Dylan said and smirked, making his way out of the gym. Javier stared at his student's tightly clad jean ass and imagined the sweat trickling down his ass, wondering just how tight a virgin ass really is. It had been three days since their first training, and Javier could swear he saw Dylan walking a bit more upright, a bit more confidently. He also noticed he wasn't wearing his hooded sweatshirt any longer, displaying his healing injuries like war trophies. True to his word he'd stopped kicking Brady out of his class, but Brady didn't seem like he was in the mood to test the water again and simply ignored both him and Dylan, opting instead to make a loud noise guffawing at his own lame wit with his friends. Javier found he was looking more and more forward to his private afternoon lessons. Dylan had let down much of his guard with him and they were getting to be much more comfortable around each other. He knew Dylan shared his same inclination to the more masculine sex, he had a fine tuned gaydar that hardly ever let him down. Approaching the subject was what perplexed him, though. He didn't want to scare the guy off and risk losing the headway they'd made the last few days. He knew that in order to deal with the root causes of why Dylan allowed him to be treated the way he was that they would have to address it, but his experience in this field was sorely lacking. He decided that he would just put his own feelings aside, and hormones too, and let things progress naturally. He did find that his mornings were dragging, though, and that he wanted to get to the afternoons faster these days. Javier had by now cemented into his mind the exact way Dylan's jeans hugged his small bubble ass, how his chest heaved when he got exerted, how the small of his back clung to his shirt when he started to sweat and how a pool of sweat collected above his upper lip. He had used these features in detail in his fantasies at night and before school to keep his hormones under control around Dylan. He loved the smell of his body wash or shampoo mixing with his sweat and drilled him extra hard to get him to the point of breaking a sweat just so that he could inhale his boyishness. He knew Dylan was also checking him out during their training sessions. It was pretty difficult to miss when you spend the entire time watching the guy you're with out of the corner of your eye. If he had to he'd admit to egging his student on a bit by wearing his extra tight fit workout pants and snug fitting sweatshirt. He knew his twenty-four year old physic held up very well, without being modest. His dedication to keeping mind and body fit had helped him to avoid the inevitable flabby midriff that many of his high school and varsity mates now had to already contend with, aside from keeping up with the mortgage, wife and kids. Sometimes he was just grateful as hell for his bachelorhood. He was barely able to conceal his desire and lust as he saw Dylan's very young, very blond head coming around the corner of the gym's entrance. He knew he was playing with fire, but Dylan wouldn't be his student for much longer. "What are we doing today?" "I thought we'd tackle a bit of defense." "Great," Dylan said, sounding excited. "You've really gotten into this," Javier noted, watching his perky blond student do his mandatory warm up exercises. "I guess so," Dylan said. "So tell me something." "What do you want to know?" "Why didn't you ever fight back any of the times they attacked you?" "You saw my left hook, I never stood a chance." "Even with your handicapped left hook you still packed a punch." Javier wasn't letting him off this easily. Dylan stood up straight from his stretches and looked him in the eye, as if sizing him up. Facing Giants "What's your point?" "I simply asked you a straightforward question." "I don't know," Dylan said. "I never thought I was any match to them. I suppose I thought it would go over faster if I just didn't resist." "You mean take it like a bitch?" "What is this?" Dylan asked. Javier threw him a pair of boxing gloves and walked around to face him. "Being Hispanic, Dylan, and gay in America I've faced discrimination from all walks of life. I experienced hate from the white community, for simply having been born Hispanic, and even from my own people for simply having been born with a different orientation. I think you can also relate to being hated just for having been born, can't you?" "I'm sorry to hear about your sad story, but what's it got to do with me? I'm obviously not Hispanic." "But you are gay, aren't you?" To his surprise, Dylan didn't get angry or defensive about the question. He did strike a defensive pose, however, after putting on the gloves. "So what if I am? Ain't nobody's business but mine." "I agree. But that doesn't automatically disqualify you as a target of other people's hatred." "But the thing is it does," Dylan said, changing his pose from defensive to offensive, ready to avoid any incoming hit. "One of the things I had to guard against while growing up," Javier said, taking a much more personal route than he'd intended, "was to avoid believing everything that people told me I was or represented." He tried to land a hit on Dylan's left cheek, but was warded off by an impressive defensive move. "How did that work for you?" Dylan asked with a mix of interest and dismissiveness. "Well I only learned that lesson on my own later in life, after I finished high school, because I never had someone to teach it to me." He tried a low undercut to the gut, but it was again anticipated and blocked. He smiled proudly at his student and continued. "There was a time I believed I deserved to be called a faggot, queer, pansy, sissy, you name it. I was ashamed of who I was just for having been born." "You're breaking my heart," Dylan said, smiling but acknowledging the seriousness of the conversation with his eyes. "Do you believe you deserved getting beat up by Brady and his friends?" Javier asked point blank. Dylan stopped the intricate boxer's dance and remained motionless. He looked stunned at the question and seemed to really ponder the answer. Out of nowhere a fast, hard knockout punch landed on Javier's bottom lip, hitting him off his feet. Towering over him, Dylan looked down at Javier's stunned face. His severe features broke into a brilliant smile with straight, white teeth and his eyes seemed to dance with glee at the scene before him. "You snooze you lose," he said simply then turned around and walked out of the gym, leaving the boxing gloves at the entrance. Javier was still reeling from the unsuspected knockout punch but also from seeing Dylan's commando hanging freely while he towered over him with his loose workout trunks. ***** Javier was perplexed when Dylan didn't show up for their meeting the next afternoon. Doubts started creeping into his mind about whether he'd pushed the kid too hard. He hanged around the auditorium like a pathetic love-struck teenager hoping that Dylan was just running late, but eventually conceded defeat and made his way to his favorite bar to drown his sorrows. He was unsure about the reaction he'd get from Dylan the next morning and had just decided to play it cool however the water laid. As he sat sipping his coffee behind the desk as the class filed in, his heart sank down into his boots as he saw Dylan walk over to his desk. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked with horror. Dylan's face was filled with fresh bruises and a deep laceration crept its way around his left eye. Instead of seeing the guarded, pissed off look he'd seen at the beginning of their journey, he now saw the full might of the glimpses of boyishness he was only privy to at very few occasions. Not answering straight away, it seemed like Dylan was savoring the concern that Javier was obviously feeling and showing towards him. He didn't seem to let it brew for too long, since it was obvious Javier was on the verge of losing it on somebody. With a crooked smile and raised chin, he said cockily, "You should see the other guy." With that Javier's eyes immediately darted to Brady's seat and saw him not guffawing with his posse of friends, not sitting on his desk and commenting on all the girls in the room. Instead he saw a painful looking face with deep lacerations and a nose stint, with blue and black rimmed eyes and a pissed off expression clouding his features. He looked back at Dylan as realization settled in and smiled proudly, triumphantly. Not because his student had reverted to violence, but because he'd made the decision to not accept the hate that was being piled onto him. Something that Javier had only been able to do well after high school ended for him. "Do you still think I believe I deserved the treatment that asshole doled out?" "Obviously not," he said. "I only needed a bit of a shove from the right person," Dylan said, "to face my giants," he finished with a smile and walked to his desk, his head held high. ***** "So I guess this is the end of our training sessions?" Javier asked as Dylan made his way into the auditorium that afternoon. "Who is to say there's nothing left for you to teach me?" Dylan said. "You obviously know what you need to, to keep the brutes off your back," Javier said, not giving Dylan such an easy out. "Oh, yes, but that doesn't mean I want you to stop riding me relentlessly," Dylan said. He was brazenly flirting with him, and Javier couldn't be happier. "My mother is on night duty this week," Dylan said. After a moment's pause, he said, "are you going to make me beg?" "That was the plan," Dylan said and grinned. "You'll have a long wait." "I'll pick you up at eight, then. Dinner at mine, we can talk about what a gangster thug you've turned into of late," Javier said, smiling lasciviously.   Dylan's face still looked pretty painful, but he looked as sexy as ever to Javier. Instead of resisting the appeal of his naturally pale complexion and blond hair with his fare skin, Dylan had opted to wear white, tightfitting pants with a long sleeved, fitting polo neck shirt that emphasized his long neck and beautiful jawline. His hair was combed perfectly down the middle, resting with ease just above his ears, swishing lazily from side to side as electrically charged hairs made their way to the ceiling. To Javier no one had ever seemed more appealing and desirable. He knew all those difficult hours keeping himself in check was finally, hopefully about to pay off. "I'm happy you were finally able to stand up to your bullies. You may not realize it now, but some day along the line you're going to look back on this and feel happy that you were able to confront him. I just saved you many years' worth of fees in shrink visits. You're welcome," Javier said. Dylan smiled, then turned serious. "I guess I pity him," Dylan said. "I saw him cruising at Stodels once, he recognized me. I think that's why he targeted me. I wouldn't out him to anyone of course, but he never gave me the chance to tell him." "You saw him at Stodels? When was this?" "Beginning last year. He knew the bouncer or something. They let him in but wouldn't serve him. It's how anyone gets into the gay bar scene here, it's who you know." "Why didn't you ever threaten to tell on him if he didn't leave you alone?" "Truth be told I had a bit of crush on him. And to some degree I guess I did believe I was worthy of his scorn. But you changed that," Dylan smiled. "And replaced my crush. I wouldn't ever out anyone, I know how devastated I'd have been had someone done that to me before I was ready." Javier smiled at the small flirtation. "That's a very mature stance to take. A lesser person wouldn't have gone that route." Dylan returned his coy smile and continued scoffing his plate of pasta, opting for seconds. The evening progressed well, but there was a definite underlying sexual tension that was bristling just underneath the surface. Taking a more blunt approach, Javier inquired about Dylan's sexual past. Turned out Dylan was entirely inexperienced in that department, except for his very healthy collection of internet porn. This excited Javier to no end and he couldn't keep his excitement and longing to himself any longer. He made sure that his gestures and stares left nothing open to interpretation and as they made their way to the living room. There was no doubt in each other's minds as to what was about to follow. He took hold of Dylan's waist and pulled him into him possessively. Dylan didn't resist but instead cradled his head into the crook of his neck, seemingly breathing in his scent appreciatively. The hot breath from Dylan's nostrils tickled his neck and sent shivers throughout his entire body. He pulled the boy into a deeper hug and rested his hands on his plump, perky bubbly ass. Pulling back he stared into pale blue eyes that mirrored his own desire. Closing his eyes he moved forward slowly, planting his lips gently but firmly on Dylan's. He didn't open his mouth until Dylan did his and then slowly snaked his tongue out, entering the warmth of Dylan's cavities. The boy tasted of pasta salsa with a hint of mint toothpaste. Javier tentatively increased the depth of his kiss and soon their tongues had entered into a smooth rhythm. As if submitting to his searching kisses, Dylan seemed to admit his own inexperience and embraced it rather than pretend to know what he was doing. He seemed to be comfortable to let Javier take on the helm and guide things forward. Javier broke the kiss and stared deeply into the blue eyes that had captivated him for so long. He also noticed the swelling red lips that contrasted so much to the pale skin surrounding it and could barely contain his want. He kept reminding himself that this was Dylan's first time and that he had to remain gentle. Hopefully in future there would be many times where he could exert his natural dominance and show his blond stud the pleasure that came with complete submission, but tonight his induction into this new foray of his life would be one of feeling equally in control, as far as Javier could allow it. He moved over to his couch and pulled Dylan onto his lap. Through the thin and tight fitting material of Dylan's pants he could see a visible bulge straining for relief. His own jeans were painfully constricting his eight inch member and he could hardly contain himself. Resting the beautiful, soon to be far less tight bubble butt of his blond student on his left thigh, with both legs spread on each side of his thigh, Javier pulled Dylan into him again. Kissing hungrily, the both of them felt their control start slipping. Javier quickly broke the kiss to pull Dylan's polo neck over his head and off of him. The pale, smooth and defined young chest of his student was ripe for the plucking. Desire had stiffened Dylan's nipples and he ran his hands over them, enjoying the shivers of joy he sent through his young charge. He let his hands trail to the back and work its way down the defined back, reach the end-goal. Dylan grinded his ass against his knee and the very thought of that tight, as of yet un-penetrated and inexperienced ass grinding against his tight underwear was almost enough to send Javier over the edge right then and there. He could just imagine the sweet sweaty smell and tastes of Dylan's most intimate parts, so clean and ready for him. Kissing him deeply Javier couldn't wait to see the stark contrast of his thick, long and dark member penetrating the tight, pale, smooth ass of his Dylan, forever changing the landscape of Dylan's ass. He grunted and broke the kiss again, violently squeezing Dylan's ass before wordlessly motioning for him to get up off his knee. When Dylan was stood upright Javier wasted no time in pulling down his pants and tighty whities. The musky smell of young precum mixed with hot anticipation hit his nostrils like a call home. Javier had never had the privilege of taking anyone's virginity, but he sure as hell looked forward to being Dylan's first. He moved his head forward and completely engulfed Dylan's six inch member, washing it with his mouth. If there was ever a doubt as to the roles they'd both assume for the evening, this dispelled it. His eight inch dick was definitely the better fit for the role of the top and Dylan's tiny yet bubbly ass was absolutely ripe for the plucking. He felt Dylan's dick grow harder with his oral cultivations and backed off, not wanting his inexperience leading to blowing his load too early. He had an idea that there would be many times where he'd train Dylan to hold his load by taking him to the edge and back again, and he found he was looking forward to it like nothing before. Smiling at the longing and puzzled expression on Dylan's face, he simply got up and kissed him deeply, letting Dylan taste his own cum on his tongue. After the searching kiss Javier wordlessly fell to his knees and urgently turned Dylan around. With his flat palm he guided Dylan to a bowing position, urging him to touch his toes. "Trust me," Javier said, "you're going to love this every inch as much as I do." With that he gently lapped his tongue to the exposed entrance of his blond student, the first one to enjoy the fresh, clean and smooth taste of Dylan's most intimate part. He coaxed Dylan in trying to relax the opening and after a while of continued stiff resistance, he decided to change the position. He guided Dylan to the shag rug on his living room floor, placed a throw pillow under his hips and raised his butt to a perfect arch. This gave him unprecedented access to this beautiful portal of untold joy and he placed both hands on the tiny ass, pulling it apart and for the first time laying eyes on the unsearched, un-yielded innocence of a fair skinned Norwegian boy. He couldn't wait to see the contrast of his hard dick engulfed in this smooth, hairless ass. He buried his face once again into the exposed innocence and persisted with his protrusions until it yielded. He intimately French-kissed Dylan and continued to discover the nether regions of his perfect blond student. Having coated Dylan's ass with a thick sheath of his own saliva, he extracted his tongue and could barely sit up straight from the painful erection between his legs, pushing up against his own stomach. Dylan remained where he was, his ass twitching in anticipation. Javier quickly unwrapped a condom and wrapped it around his eight inch glory and added lube to both his shaft and Javier's opening. Lying forward, he perched his dick at the entrance to Dylan's essence and was about to change the blueprint of his intimate insides, forever. "Open your eyes," Javier said. He only saw the right side of Dylan's face as he laid there in anticipation. However he could see the lust and want in it, his shallow breaths anticipating the right of way of any young person on the cusp of adulthood. He leaned forward and pulled Dylan into an open mouthed kiss, sharing Dylan's intimate taste with him as he descended his sheathed cock into the tight and resistant opening. Dylan caught his breath and pulled his tongue back at the insistence of the foreign object at his opening, but Javier didn't rest. He persisted with his intrusion and continued vying for dominance of Dylan's mouth. At last he broke the kiss and allowed Dylan to lay his head back down, catching his breath. He pulled himself up and guided his dick into the opening with his right hand. It was a tight fit, but it was to be expected. By the end of the night, however, he was certain that Dylan's ass would be landscaped to his eight inches forever. He had no plans of letting this evening pass by quickly and was going to make this a night to remember for them both. As his length reached half way into Dylan, he withdrew a bit and sank in an inch deeper than before. Dylan was breathing heavily and had lost his erection in the process of stern concentration of taking his length. This wasn't something he wanted and Javier moved his hand underneath Dylan, stroking his flaccid dick into life again. He wanted his student, his lover to be in the same throes of desire as he was at all times. Soon blood started to return to Dylan's dick and Javier could feel the sticky presence of precum start to ooze from the base. He sunk in another two inches and was nearly balls deep, only one more inch to go. Wanking Dylan furiously, he concentrated on getting his lover to the near point of no return before submerging himself completely. When he felt Dylan was ready, he sank himself in the last inch and his balls were lapping at Dylan's ass. Dylan was breathing heavily but desire bristled from every pore of his body. Kissing his way slowly up the back of his lover he made his way over to Dylan's ear, whispering sweet nothings into it. "I'm so proud of you," Javier said. "Very few people are able to take me completely, and you were able to on your first try. It makes me so happy, I'm going to make you mine forever," he said and withdrew a couple of inches. He sank his dark and thick veined black dick back into the creamy white ass and let his balls lap at Dylan's ass again. Dylan raised his ass and grinded it in eagerness, showing Javier in his own way that he could and wanted to handle more. Javier positioned himself back up on his arms and withdrew about half way and sank back inside of his lover. The pace was frustrating even to him, so he decided to retreat back but pulled Dylan along with him, settling Dylan on all-fours with his dick still securely lodged inside of his lover. Standing on his legs, Javier was in the perfect position to ride his lover and induct him in the doggy style position. Pulling Dylan forward, he pulled back at the same time and forgot about his pledge to gentleness. Instead he pulled Dylan back and forcefully slammed his way back inside. Dylan grunted but grinded his ass against his crotch and very soon got into the motion. Soon he had Dylan spinning on his dick and had gotten into a painfully exhilarating motion of retrieve and slam and both were working up a healthy sweat. Javier did the reach around and found Dylan's dick was soaked with sweat and sticky precum. He started wanking his lover and felt the familiar swelling at the base of the dick. Instead of prolonging his love's orgasm he pounded his dick harder and faster while continuing with his anal assault. Soon Dylan's body went rigid and spurts of hot, young cum wetted his hand. Instead of slowing down through the tight anal spasms that accompanied the orgasm, Javier kept pounding through it. If this didn't loosen up the sphincter then he didn't know what would. He was merciless in his pounding and kept on pounding balls deep until the orgasm's spasms passed. Javier wasn't ready for this experience to end yet and he continued fucking Dylan, pounding him harder as his stamina grew. It wasn't long until he could sense the cloud of desire settle onto his lover again and he was soon pounding another load out of Dylan, impressing him even more. As the second orgasm wracked the tiny frame of his blond lover, Javier knew he couldn't withstand another spasming ring around his cock and withdrew his dick. He quickly turned his lover around and removed the condom, pounding his dick viciously. Moving up to Dylan's mouth, he pounded his dick and watch with satisfaction and lust as his heavy load came to rest mostly inside Dylan's open and expectant mouth. Expecting Dylan to spit his load out, he was surprised and incredibly turned on when he saw Dylan's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed his first load of hot, fresh man essence. This fired up his loins instantly again and he was anticipating a very short recovery period. Facing Giants Bending down Javier kissed his lover deeply, snowballing in his own cum left on Dylan's tongue. His perfect lover lay sprawled on the carpet, exhausted, completely satiated and entirely well-fucked for the first time in his life. They lied kissing each other deeply, making love with their mouths until both of them was hard and rearing to go again. Oh how he loved the hormones of a horny teenager. He foresaw many, many more evenings holed up inside the canals of his beautiful Dylan, owning him and staking his claim for many moons to come. The End