1. Dressing Up with Dylan - Chapter 2


    Date: 6/29/2016, Categories: Gay, Author: KeeganMitchellFinn, Source: LushStories

    “How’d it go?” Dylan asked, taking off his helmet. I’d just gotten home, myself, but I’d balled up the doctor coat in my backpack as soon as work was done because why ride home on a motorcycle wearing a costume? “It went great,” I acknowledged. “I would’ve been the only teacher there not dressed for Halloween if it weren’t for you, and they already think I’m a stick in the mud.” “No they don’t,” he assured me, but I knew I already had a reputation for being strict. “They love you.” “Some do,” I admitted, because I knew that was true of some of my kids. Several of the girls had crushes on me, probably just because I was young (even though I’d told the kids that first day that I was gay) and I played basketball in the mornings, lots of times, with the boys who got dropped off at school early. I was good at it, so they kind of revered me and I let them even though my considerable height advantage made it overly easy to impress them. “I love you, too,” he grinned, reaching for the wok to start dinner. I gave him nice kisses then, probably ten of them, but we split up when we both started taking deep breaths. “If I fucked you every time I wanted to, we’d never get anything done,” I said, giving his butt a playful smack before I went to the refrigerator to get the vegetables. “We’d go hungry tonight, for sure,” Dylan nodded, getting started on the chicken. He was a good cook, but we rarely messed around with whole chickens. We were busy, after all, and often too hungry to cut meat ...
    off bones or whatever, but he’d gotten a good deal on this thing, so he did that and made the sauce while I chopped up mushrooms and peppers. “Just throw the beans in,” he said. “I’m famished.” I did, but during dinner I wished I’d taken the time to break the dry ends off, because twice those stems were caught in my teeth. “We should’ve done it right,” I admitted, grinding my fingernail between my molars to get at the mini-green-bean-tree lodged there. “I know it,” Dyl nodded at me. “We could ask Scotty to help us out.” “What?” I asked, thoroughly confused, but Dyl was confused, too. “Don’t you think?” he asked, looking at me all open and waiting for my response. “Don’t you think we can try it again, but do it really right?” “I’m talking about the beans,” I said. “I’m saying I wished I’d taken the time to trim the beans. What are you talking about?” I knew, though, and my suspicions were confirmed when Dylan’s face reddened. “Nothing,” he nodded. “I…nothing.” “You want to make another movie?” I asked, trying not to sound judgmental. I wanted to have another movie of us, yes, but the actual making of the film hadn’t been nearly as sexy as I’d hoped and I hadn’t enjoyed the process as much as just fucking. “In your doctor stuff maybe?” he asked. This was a powerful turn-on for him; no doubt about it. “Did you have some hot pediatrician growing up?” I asked. “Were you always hoping your doctor would molest you?” That made him laugh but his face blushed even more deeply. “I don’t ...
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