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The commencement address droned on. I shifted in my seat, eighteen and anxious to be rid of the gown and mortarboard which I considered the last vestiges of high school. I heard not a word of the speech. My attention was focused on the section of the stage where the faculty sat. For there, in the midst of his colleagues, sat Paul Goliath, a history teacher. I thought Mr. Goliath was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. Most of the students had similar thoughts but I was the one who, for the past three years, in class, at ball games and in the hall between classes, had always caught Mr. Goliath’s eye. I knew what was on his mind and this was the night I'd been waiting for. The ceremony finally came to an end. There were cheers. and glad-hands all around and I pushed and shoved my way through the happy throng, managing to catch Mr. Goliath at the door. "Mr. Goliath, my parents are heading straight to a party. Could I maybe get a ride home from you?" I hurried away, pleased with the way I’d taken the bull by the horns. In a matter of minutes we were in his car and on our way. "Tell me, Mark, how did you like Dr. Fairbornes' address?" he asked. "l'll tell you the truth, Mr. Goliath, I didn't hear a word of it." "Couldn't wait for it to end?" "Yeah." I very much doubted that he fully understood but I knew he soon would. My parents were pillars of the community and Mr. Goliath was suitably impressed by our house. "Want to see the inside? ' Mom's a great decorator. It's really terrific, all antiques. Come on in." I was amazed at how well my plan was working. "Oh, this is beautiful,” he remarked as he stepped inside. "Please, excuse me, Mr. Goliath, I’ll be right back. Feel free to look around" I hurried to my room and quickly undressed. The blue silk robe was waiting where I'd left it. I'd posed in front of the mirror a thousand times before deciding on the blue robe. Before tying the sash, I went to the mirror. I smiled as I checked out my ace in the hole. I was very proud of my cock. Completely limp, it measured eight inches and grew to ten inches with the slightest provocation. More than once in the past three years, I'd caught Mr. Goliath’s gaze resting on the impossible-to-conceal bulge in my pants. I tied the sash and headed downstairs. Mr. Goliath was still in the study. "Ever see so many books?" I asked, seating myself on the ledge of the fireplace. I knew I was driving the thirty year old history teacher to distraction, but I loved it. "Uh—thanks for letting me see the house, Mark, but I really should be" "Paul..." The use of his first name really caught his attention. "I'm not a student anymore. I know what you've been wanting the past three years. Tonight you can have it." I opened the robe, revealing what lay beneath, stopping him in mid-sentence. He walked over to where I sat waiting and knelt between my parted legs. "I once heard a couple of coaches joking about you. I was dying to see for myself. Yes, I like it." My huge dick grew to its full size before Paul's hungry eyes. "Those coaches saw it in the shower. They never saw it up close. They never saw it hard. They never felt it. They never kissed it. They never took it in their mouths. They never had it cum inside them.“ My words and Paul's intense stare caused my dick to twitch and grow even harder, oozing pre-cum down its thick, veiny shaft. Paul was mesmerized. The very thought of feeling it inside him caused him to grow hard. "Take off your clothes, Paul. Get me wet. Get me really wet. I want to fuck you. I want to drive you crazy with my dick!" Dumbly, he obeyed, rising and quickly shedding his tuxedo. Paul was solid muscle and my eyes danced across each chiseled curve of the man's fantastic body. When he slipped from his shorts I was delighted by the sight of Paul's own hard, throbbing eight inches. He smiled. I returned the smile as he knelt and reached slowly for the object of his affection. He bent forward to the task at hand, licking and kissing my masterpiece, leaving thick globs of saliva along its silken shaft. When I was drenched, he stood up, turned around and I grasped his firm cheeks and spread them wide. Hungrily, I shoved my face between them. Paul moaned ecstatically as my tongue found its mark and lathered his tender hole. I pulled away, ready. With my guidance, Paul stepped up onto the brick hearth, straddling my thighs. I held my aching dick as he squatted to meet me. The head made contact and Paul gasped loudly as it snapped past his sphincter. Paul held his breath and sank down, taking my full, thick ten inches. Tears of, pain welled in Paul's tightly shut eyes but there was no way he was going to stop. He wrapped his arms about his neck and I buried my face in his chest. Slowly, as he became accustomed to the pain, he began to rise and sink on my dick. We were both in heaven. This was the best graduation present I could ever get!
