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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:55 pm
 Brian Harvard
Brian loved that Ira was playing with his fantasy far to much to care that the teen was being more affectionate than he was use to. The older man tightened a hand on the boy's hip, his thumb brushing just beneath the teen's waistline so that he could feel one of his favorite parts of toned, young men: their protruding bones framing the pelvis. The male licked his already wet lips and took another quick sip from the sweet alcohol. "You know, the student and teacher aspect is growing more and more intriguing by the second." Of course this statement only allowed Ira a little incite to one of the most arousing fantasies in Brian's mind but he played it off like the boy's teasing was the soul reason for his reactions.
  
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:10 pm
When Brian's finger's snuck into his jeans and played against his sensitive skin, the boy's body gave a small shudder, goosebumps forming on his flesh. He pressed his face against the older blonde's chest to muffle a soft groan. "Feels good" he murmured lowly, letting his eyes close as his arms tightened their hug around the male's waist. The touch was sexual, sure, but affectionate as well and Ira ate up the attention Brian was willing to give him. When the elder male spoke, Ira snickered at the man's comment, pressing his body more tightly against Brian's, "I had the feeling. You're really sort of a pervert aren't you, Mr. Harvard?" The teen asked with a smirk, using Brian's teacher name just to get a rise out of the man.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:56 am
Brian Harvard
"That could be described as an understatement, but I assure you that when I was a full time substitute I did not see students as targets. You, however, were in a different setting an damn hot shaking your tight a** around." Brian let his hand slide form the boy's waistline and around to his bottom with a light squeeze. "If you're trying to be spiteful by calling me by my surname, it's only turning me on more with you in that messily worn little uniform."
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:18 pm
"When did I ever 'shake my a** around'?" The teen asked, pretending to be offended by the other's words. When the older male's hands moves, Ira opened his mouth, thinking to protest, he didn't want the soft movement under his waistband to stop. But when it was clear that Brian's hands had no intention of leaving his body completely, he let his objection go. That is, until the older male's hands found there new target. A raspy almost whine-like sound escaped the boy's mouth and his hips jumped lightly at the touch, his muscles flinching- expecting pain. Ira was well, more than a little sore still from his first time last night and it made his body a bit more sensitive to the touch. Slowly, he brought his eyes back up to Brian's, his body relaxing a bit from its momentary spell. To cover for his embarrassment, the usual smirk appeared as Ira spoke again.
"If I wanted to be spiteful, I'd call you old man." He explained, "I was trying to turn you on, teach."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:52 pm
Brian Harvard
"Then you deserve a reward, your efforts have paid off." Brian whispered his words against Ira's ear and licked the teen's lobe sensually while his hand slipped against Ira's back and down the back of the boy's slacks. "A good little school boy like yourself must really like achieving your goals, right? So...what do you want me to give you as a reward?" Brian's fingers rimmed against the boy's abused hole while his tongue danced gently over Ira's ear.
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:42 am
Seldom Tears
As Brian's hands became more detwrmined in their movements, the boy's body shuddered. Ira whined again quietly, his forehead leaning forward and pressing into Brian's chest while his hands grasped fistfuls of the man's shirt at his back. Though Tye action of those finger's excited him, Ira also felt his muscles grow tense, nervous for Tye pain that would inevitably follow. Sore as he was, the boy believed he was in for a difficult night no matter how gentle the older male decided to be with him. When he was promised his reward, Ira took a moment to think, tortured by the choice. Part of the boy wanted Brian's suggested reward, but a greater part of him was afraid he wouldn't be able to take it all. "Nnnh, how about that b*****b first?" Ira offered softly, letting his hands loosen their grip on the mans shirt and moving to hook into the front waistband of the mans pants instead.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:40 pm
Brian Harvard
"That sounds promising." Brian licked his lips softly and rolled his shoulders back. The man pulled his hands back up to the boy's hips and kissed Ira's jaw softly. "Where do you want me? The bed? The counter? The bathroom?" The male's mind flashed to the thought of a shower before he lifted his hips so that their pelvises touched.
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:18 pm
Ira smiled slightly as Brian gave in and he got his way, relieved to have postponed the evening's main event- and the pain he anticipated would accompany that activity- for a little while longer. When the older blonde's mouth moved along his jaw, Ira took a chance ant turned his head, catching the next kiss on his lips and returning it with similar soft attention to the other's mouth. Pulling away, the teen was blushing somewhat, and he scrambled to cover for his moment of shyness.
"Shower?" Ira replied without considering his choice too much. But slowly, as the implications of this decision set in, the teen's ever present smirk surfaced as well, "It'll be easier to clean up after, anyway." He added, fingers clutching the other's waistband tighter when he felt Brian grind against him gently. "W-would that be alright?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:27 pm
Brian Harvard
"It's fine by me." Brian grinned softly and kissed the boy's lips a final time before he squirmed form the man's grasp. The older male took a step away and grasp Ira's hand before leading the teen through his bedroom and into the bath where he instantly began unfastening his own shirt.
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly, hold it too tight, it'll crush. Hold it too loose, it'll fly."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:42 pm
Ira happily let his fingers find a comfortable place woven with the other's as he was lead through the bedroom. Once they arrived at the bathroom however, he paused for a moment. Oh. In theory, it had seemed like a sexy and romantic plan. But now he realized he had to be naked in front of the older man. And while he'd already crossed that threshold last night, it didn't seem to make this instance any easier. Clearly the boy was going to need a bit more, ahem, expose before being truly comfortable with the idea. Ducking his head to hide his present blush from the other's view, Ira began working on his own shirt's buttons. He slid the soft cotton off of his arms and let the shirt fall in a puddle on the bathroom floor before moving over to Brian.
Slowly, Ira lifted his hands and let his palms drag lightly over the man's toned stomach, savoring the sensation of the warm, hard muscles under his touch. "I'm gonna do my best to make you feel amazing," He promised with the usual smirk.
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