“Jack, we’re going to need to clean up at the sink. I have to go teach. But this will be fun. I’ll wash you and you can wash me!”

“Sounds good to me.”

They got cleaned up and got dressed—each helping the other. As they walked to the door of the scene shop, Jack turned back to Dan with a sheepish smile on his face and said, “One for the road? I am so fucking horny still, and I won’t see you for a few days.”

Dan could never deny Jack anything.

“What do you want?”

“Actually, I want to ass-fuck you!”

“Yeah, right! That’s not something I can do in ten minutes, and walk you out to your car and get you on your way. How about a hand job? In uniform! And against the door!”

“Yes . . . please!” Jack said hoarsely.

Dan leaned against the door and wrapped his arms around Jack and pressed him against his body. Both leaning against the door. He reached down and unzipped Jack’s fly, unbuckled his belt, and lowered his pants and boxers enough to have working room, and pulled out Jack’s semi-erect cock yet again. Jack was SO ready for this.

“Right handed . . . or left?”

“Left! No double-fisted!”

Dan grabbed the rigid cock with both fists and began stroking swiftly while rubbing Jack’s ass with his pelvis.

Dan whispered, “Come on, Big Boy! You can do it! Make that fucking cock shoot its load! It’s so big! I want to eat it! I am licking it! I want your cum in my mouth! Come on, fucker, shoot your load!”

After fifty strokes, Jack could not hold back and spooged all over the front of his uniform and boxers.

“Shit! Now what am I going to do?”

Dan, who was laughng his ass off, was already at work lapping up the man jam from the front of Jack’s uniform.

“Jack! Not a problem. I have extra clothes. It’s a good thing we are the same size. Take your uniform and underwear off quick. I have shorts and a polo shirt, tennis shoes, socks, boxers, whatever you need, right here. I brought it for me, but I can wear this home. You’ll be comfortable when you head off .”

They quickly got Jack changed and ready to go.

“Leave your stuff here and I will get it dry-cleaned and sent back to you. Come on, I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Dan took Jack out to his car. He checked to see if the coast was clear, and once Jack was in with the door closed, reached in, grabbed him by his cock—still erect, and kissed him one more time.

“OK. You got one more for the road, pal! Now, get out of here and go have a great vacation! Thanks for . . . cumming?! I’ll see you soon. You know where to find me, and I will be waiting. Now, go!”

Jack laughed and headed out. Dan watched him go. He smiled as he walked back in to teach.

That night, per Jack’s orders, Dan was to get his rocks off and get a mouthful of cum. He took off his clothes and put Jack’s spooge-stained uniform on. The clothes smelled of Jack and Dan was aroused and horny again. He laid down, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out. He closed his eyes and thought of Jack. He started stroking slowly, rhythmically, at first, until he could hold back no longer. Thinking of Jack, the hot sex in the scene shop—he had never done anything like this as school before, being dressed in Jack’s clothes—Dan was going to unload as he had never done before. As he shuddered to shoot, he grabbed his cock and pulled down on it, holding the straining cum in for a couple seconds longer, knowing that the pressure would be more intense and that he would cum violently. Dan released his cock leaving his hand in place, and unloaded with a spasm of cum that was extremely thick. Because he had held down, he had more control over the release of his jism. There was a huge gob of cum on the head. Dan got it all in his hand and devoured it. As he went into the most wonderful sleep thinking of Jack he thought, “I did good! Not a drop on that uniform! And he won’t be back for a week! I am going to be sleeping so well until then!”

The End