Summer Session

By Levi Warwick

Jason is turning 20 and has to spend his summer retaking math or he won't be allowed to graduate. His family already thinks he's a slacker and bound to fail and everyone he talked to during school has gone on to bigger and better things, leaving him behind and alone for the summer. The only bright spot is the teacher for his class is the same man he has been secretly lusting after for the last few years. Mixed signals and double entendre make the class more confusing than he thought possible. Is Mr. Zane making subtle passes or is Jason just over indulging his wild imagination.

This book contains scenes of mild violence, m/m/m sex, rough sex and mild power play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Levi Warwick
• Release date: Jul 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463589441

Levi Warwick

I've been writing stories for years and finally decided to put them out to a wider audience. A 40 something, prairie guy with an over active imagination and almost no will power to stop me from trying to pet and cuddle any dog I see, anywhere. I work too much and write too little and I resist the temptation to get some four legged furry buddies to share my house. Re-aligning my priorities means I am starting to write more erotic fiction, gay romance and, for some reason completely unconnected to the first two, horror. I look forward to comments, if you like my work then please let me know (and tell your friends), if you don't then please let me know so I can improve.

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Summer Session

Levi Warwick

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Copyright 2018 Levi Warwick

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Chapter 1

You know you’re brother never had to do anything like this. He graduated top of his class. My mother had been lecturing me for the last 15 minutes. How do you think it makes me look when you have to go to summer school in order to get your diploma? You’re just lucky they let you conditionally graduate until you pass this class.

I just stared at her.

Jason, are you even listening? My father finally piped in, Your mother is talking to you, you know.

Yes I know, I’m standing right here.

Don’t get smart. He said.

I know. I have disappointed you once again. Can I just go now? I tried not to look to impatient.

I don’t think that attitude is very helpful. I’m just trying explain how embarrassing this is for your father and me. She just kept going on about how embarrassed they were about how everyone knew I had to redo algebra in order to graduate and how my older brother Ben never had to do that, and Ben went to university, and Ben has his own business now, and Ben this and Ben that. He was 12 years older than me and I barely knew him but I spent my whole life while he was home being afraid of him and his temper and hearing about how I’ll never be as good as him.

This is all fascinating but I have to go right now or I’ll be late. I turned around and walked out of the house to only a bit of complaining and reminders not to fail because blah blah blah. Secretly I was glad this had happened, my parents and I don’t get along well but I am too much of a doormat to stand up for myself sometimes and just take their constant lectures about how much of a disappointment I am. They were the type of people who were very concerned with what god and the neighbours thought and they didn't think much of me so even though I lived in the basement we had very little to do with each other, sort of an uneasy truce. Especially since I stopped going to church, the one truly rebellious thing I had done. The fact they thought it was just to get back at them was just a bonus when in reality it was because I got tired of listening to how I was going to burn in hell forever because of my secret that I was gay. Nobody knew except the few random hook ups I had had over the last few years, maybe 4 or 5 guys, mostly that I had met through dating apps so it was unlikely I’ll ever have to run into any of them on the street.

It wasn’t a long walk to the school, but long enough that I had time to reflect on my plans for the summer. Take this class (which I could easily pass if I just put my mind to it) and work. There you have it, my life in a nutshell. Pretty boring but what can I say, I was sort of beat down a bit, oh yeah, and save up to move out of my parents basement. Gawd, even I was starting to think I was pathetic. Good thing I was almost there I don’t think I could take much more of my introspection.

Fantastic, summer school. I muttered as I swung the door open. This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my summer, sitting in a classroom staring out the window wanting to be anywhere else. The only good thing about it is I got Mr. Zane. Easily my favourite teacher, mainly because he is the fuel for most of my fantasies. He makes 38 look like the sexiest age ever. Between wearing a suit that I swear he gets a couple sizes too small to show off his build, and jogging in nothing but shorts, and sneakers, sometimes a tank top - he is my go to image when jerking off. I have spent a lot of time watching him jog around the neighbourhood in the warm weather and staring at his ass in class, and, of course, his bulge when I can get a discrete glance.

I was already the oldest kid in class thanks to my day dreaming. Repeating grade 8 already put me a year behind so my 20th birthday was coming up and the worlds’ gift to me is to spend 4 weeks in summer algebra class. It would be a bit of an understatement to say I was a little depressed. Between that and getting the riot act from mom and the ‘you need to get your act together’ speech from dad I was not looking forward to this summer. Tensions were already at an all-time high between us what with them treating me like a complete failure. The few friends I thought I had had fucked off to their cabins, their jobs, or moved away to go to college and none had kept in touch or even responded to any of my texts so I was pretty much on my own

I got to the classroom a bit early so I could stake my claim to one of the coveted seats at the back of the room. I didn't know how many other people were in the class since I had pretty much barricaded myself in my room since school ended. I just took a seat by the window so I could stare at what I was missing when I wasn't staring at Mr. Zane. The rest of the seats gradually filled with about a dozen other people, some failures like me, a few keeners looking to raise their grades and a couple of adult students who I assume were going for a GED. Glancing around the room there didn't seem to be any likely prospects for someone to hang with outside of class. It looked like I was destined to spend the summer alone.

Eventually Mr. Zane showed up and my summer immediately got better. No suit and tie - jeans and a short sleeve button up shirt. Put one in the win column for me - he looked even better than I imagined he would. Some people are just made to be in jeans and my god Mr. Zane was one of those people. They weren't so tight as to squeeze everything into weird pasted down bulges but they weren't so loose that you couldn't see his round firm ass and an impressive lump nested between his legs. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.

Good morning everyone and welcome to the summer session algebra class. My name is he turned and started to write his name on the board Mr. Zane for those of you who don't know. I see there are a few familiar faces, and this is Mrs. Barret - I will be doing the bulk of the teaching but she will be doing all of the marking, exams, and a bit of teaching, She won’t actually be in here very often but I thought you should know who is actually grading your work so you don’t take it out on me if you get upset. He chuckled awkwardly as he nodded to one of the kids at the front. And there are also a number of you who are new to me so, because of that and because I don't have a great memory for names - we are going to have to move around a bit. I've got a seating plan here that I would like to use to make it a bit easier for me. He continued to rattle off names and move people around. Lucky me, right at the front. At least it was off to the side by the window but it would still be hard to daydream. But whatever I was here to pass this class so I could just get on with my life.

We all shuffled around and took our new seats as Mrs. Barret left. He wandered over to the corner of the room in front of me, leaned back on the filing cabinet and crossed his feet which caused his thighs to press together and push his bulge up and out - I think I'm going to like this seat after all. Let's just quickly go around the room and introduce ourselves. You already know me - Rob Zane or Mr. Zane during class, he looked at me Jason would like to continue? I was a little surprised to hear him say my name and, to be honest, I was a little turned on just hearing it come out of his mouth since I didn’t know he even knew who I was, but then again, of course he knew my name, he had made the seating plan. A little deflated, I did as he asked and the class began, continued and finished rather uneventfully. All basic stuff, of course, but we did establish a few things like who the brown nosers were and who was there because they had to be. The most important thing for me to learn however, was that Mr. Zane and his bulge liked to lean on the filing cabinet right in front me pretty much all the time when he wasn't writing on the board and shaking his beautiful butt with every word he scribbled across it.

I got home and after going around to the back entrance and retreating to my basement ‘apartment’ and made myself some lunch. I sat there eating my rather unsatisfying sandwich and kept flashing on images of Mr. Zane. It had been a while since I had a good release and I really couldn’t take it anymore so grabbed my lube, the dildo I assumed would be my best friend for the summer, and spent the next hour fucking myself and jerking off to the image of Rob Zane bulging and shaking at the front of the classroom. Once I shot all over my algebra book (I thought it would be hot to get Mr. Zane to handle the book at some point so I could know he was touching my jizz.) I cleaned it up, a bit, and did my homework before going to work for the evening. I was actually in a pretty good mood and was definitely looking forward to class tomorrow.

Day 3 and I was already struggling my way through the class, half of me understanding and the other half distracted by Mr. Zane. I was letting the images of him get into my brain - even while out for my evening run I ended up finishing the last of it while running with a hard on when I started picturing Rob (as I had taken to calling him in the fantasies) running in front me. Seeing his legs flex with each step and watching his muscular ass bounce and tighten with every stride. In class I was glad I was at the front of the room so no one else could tell what I was really looking at. The class was turning out to be tougher than I thought but it was not just because of the subject matter. All I could think about was Mr. Zane using me to satisfy his own personal pleasures. I'd been with a couple of guys by that time and I had already figured out that I was destined to be a bottom. Being told what to do and sometimes being made to do it really turned me on and right now I was spending way too much time thinking about what he could do to me and how many times he could do it.

There will be a test every Friday. Tomorrow's test will be rather generic he took his position at the filing cabinet I'll be using this one to evaluate where you all are and what kind of help you'll need to pass. For the future exams Mrs. Barret and I will try to tailor them to where we think the greatest number of you need some extra help. He took a few steps forward until he was standing directly in front of my desk and kept talking but all I could do was stare at his crotch. He was close enough that if I leaned forward-I could reach out and trace the outline of his bulge with my fingers. He shifted his weight to one leg and I swear I could see his shaft pressed up against his abdomen and his ballsack resting between…

JASON - pay attention please. I looked up to see Mr. Zane staring right down at me. There was no way he didn't know what I was looking at. I'm sure I went the darkest shade of red that a human could possibly go. As I was saying, the rest of this class you can work on your assignments and I'll be here to answer any questions you may have. He began to stroll up and down the aisles and I glanced down at my own crotch to see a wet spot forming from the precum I was oozing thanks to my slightly over active imagination and also thanks to the rush of excitement I got from hearing Mr. Zane issue an order directly to me, even a generic not at all sex related order. I thought I had better at least pretend to be concentrating on my desk. I took a drink from my bottle of water and tried not to think of Mr. Zane’s cock.

I hadn't even finished taking a sip when I felt his hand on my shoulder as he knelt down beside me. He moved his hand down to my leg just above my knee. I looked over at him - right into his eyes. Between his big hand gently squeezing my leg and his brown eyes staring back at me I was mesmerized. I was still holding on to my water bottle. Sorry I startled you back there. You looked like were captivated by something other than what was coming out of my mouth. You need to concentrate more on what you're doing. He gestured to my lap, It looks like you may have spilled something.

Oh my god did he know that I was staring at his dick and did he just looked at my crotch. My brain was spinning in my skull. I was instantly hard and the wet spot sure as hell wasn't going to get smaller now. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate after that? Don't be afraid to ask for help, his hand slid about half way up my thigh as he braced himself to stand back up that's what I'm here for, if you're having trouble figuring something out I can tell you what you need to do.

My voice caught in my throat, I'd like you to tell me what to do ... for you ... for class I mean. For my homework.

I know what you mean, he squeezed my leg as he stood up, study tonight. Hard. I was enjoying imagining the double entendre in everything he said.

Chapter 2

I did everything I could to focus on studying for the rest of the day and night. That included jerking off about half a dozen times until my cock was almost raw from the friction of my hand pumping it so many times. After several hours memorizing formulas and whatever else I could cram into my head I decided to go for a run. The fresh air would clear my head and the workout would burn off some of my energy before I completely wore out my own favourite muscle.

That didn't last very long. About 10 blocks away from my house I heard the tell-tale signs of another runner behind me. Just go past, I thought, let me run in peace.

Want some company? It was him. Just my luck, the one person that I both did and did not want to see right now. Of course he had his shirt off and tucked into the side of his shorts.

Jason, I thought it was you. Slow down a bit, let me catch up. He breathed heavily as I slowed down. Whoo, I've been trying to catch you for a while now. You keep a pretty good pace.

I glanced back and saw his already sweat glistened and dark furry torso coming towards me and sweet jesus, I saw his cock flopping back and forth between his thighs and hidden beneath the thin fabric of his running shorts. I proceeded to trip on the curb and went sprawling onto someone’s driveway.

Shit. I'm sorry! He jogged over and knelt down beside me. I didn't mean to surprise you like that. Are you okay? He grabbed my shoulder and hip and rolled me onto my back making my head kind of lean over to the side so I was staring straight up his hairy thigh into his crotch.

I'm fine, I stammered and heard my voice actually crack like a teenager, thankful for the pain in my arms which took the brunt of my fall and kept me from getting too turned on from being handled by my dream DILF, it wasn't that bad of a fall.

He helped me to my feet and started to wipe off my arms with his shirt. You're bleeding a bit. Just hold this against your arm. Jeez I'm sorry. I'll walk you back home, you should probably clean up. I'm really sorry. He kept apologizing.

It's nothing really. I should have been watching where I was going instead of ... well whatever. Don't worry about it. I started to walk back to