THE STUDENT

CHAPTER 8 THE STUDENT

THE REDHEAD 
Alon asked Spencer and Rick if they wouldn't mind if he not go with them on whatever this day's sexual adventure was going to be. They said they'd been asked by Rhys and Matt to help with a new idea for an interactive milking station. 'Whatever that was' Alon thought.

Alone in the huge suite Alon donned his thong, no pouch today. Taking his time in the 'bathing suite', even using some flavored water to finish off his douche he felt adventurous and carnal. Maybe the red headed boy will be at the pool again.
Alon had noticed a boy's red head bobbing in the water yesterday and was immediately intrigued. Gingers always turned him on. The memory of his first real friend, Tony, flashed across his mind. The times they spent  in their bedrooms jacking off together. The friendship wasn't new, they had known each other since kindergarten, but Alon felt it was changing. His feelings towards Tony were changing. Looking back he realized Tony had been his first crush. Sweet memory, he thought, just cut short too soon.
So far sex had been with or instigated by Spencer and Rick. It was time he went out on his own, start 'something' on his own. Not far away from the suite and nothing too dangerous, like an orgy or anything.

The red headed boy stood on the diving board with his back to the pool and all those on the patio. A couple bounces on the long diving board and off he flew, twisting like a corkscrew before hitting the water. Alon joined the few other people at the pool who were clapping at the ginger's impressive plunge; the diving boy raised both fists in triumph. Alon's heart sped up, he covered his crotch with a towel. Red-heads had always turned him on. He kept silently repeating "redheads always turn me on".
The boy walked up the steps leading back to the patio, stood at the top and shook his curly red hair; Alon gasped and put a hand on the towel. The boy was beautiful; with a full-body tan and small tight butt cheeks, he turned about face and stared right at Alon.
A passive face turned into a wide gin, the boy began fondling his own crotch, eyes still glued to Alon. Water was dripping from the red-headed boy. The  red curls which had fallen onto his forehead were dripping water; Alon thought the face staring at him was perfect. The dripping wet boy smiling at him scared the shit out of Alon. He was petrified by the feelings racing through his mind. Feelings he was afraid to have before; lust, for sure. But more than that. He wanted to know this boy, wanted to talk with him. Learn everything he wanted to share; and he to share in kind.
Alon didn't want to blink for fear the  vision of this boy might disappear. He didn't clock that the boy was walking towards him until he was right beside the chaise he was on.
"Can I use your towel? I must have left mine in my room."
After what felt like ten minutes of sputtering incoherently Alon felt his head nodding; unable to speak.
The red-headed boy smiled broadly and held back a chuckle, "Whoa!! Nice!!" The boy was pointing at Alon's now exposed hard-on. "Just seeing it I think I'm getting one too"
Alon tried to cover his obvious reaction to the red-headed boy.
"I'm Craig, I know who you are......I saw that embarrassing spectacle the other day. "
Alon blushed, dropped his gaze, "Oh..... yeah. "
"Hey I'm hungry, want to get something to eat? I was heading over to the cafe?"
Alon looked up to see the most engaging smile he ever saw. Alon grinned.
Craig grabbed Alon's hand and they headed off the patio.

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Alon envisioned a totally different outcome. From the time the red-headed boy climbed the ladder to the diving board Alon's daydream began.
The smooth looking ginger climbed lithely up the twelve foot ladder, upon reaching the top it was evident he was no reckless "cannon-baller" He strode to the end of the board. Turned an about face and launched himself up and expertly twisted to enter the water almost flawlessly.
Alon's attention never left the red-headed boy; after his dive he surfaced at the edge of the pool closest to where Alon lay on a chaise. They made eye contact, Alon immediately felt himself blush but couldn't shift his gaze.
The boy rose from the water; a shake of his head and red dripping curls fell to onto his forehead.
Alon gulped and his mouth fell open. Watching this boy raise himself from the water, it was clear he was toned but not muscled, completely devoid of hair but for his head and a triangle of curly hair on his pubis. He stood at the base of Alon's chaise and began fondling himself to an impressive erection. Alon sat motionless, he knew his dick was already hard under the towel on his lap. Before he could realize what was happening the red-headed boy had straddled the chaise and stood directly in front of Alon. The boys hard penis brushed against Alon's lips, he instinctively opened his mouth.
'Chlorine taste, then the warm shaft pushed tentatively past lips' Alon's mind was chronicling what was happening. This boy's dick tasted like cotton candy, or was that his imagination? Alon's arms circled the boy and caressed his tanned butt cheeks. He was acting on autopilot, no forethought. Closing his eyes he felt the boys penis enter the back of his mouth. Alon prayed not to gag. He didn't.
As Craig's dick slid smoothly in and out of Alon's mouth, Alon used his tongue pin to rub against the stiff member. Craig's balls were gently bouncing off Alon's chin, the dick's head poking into Alon's throat but not entering. Craig sped up his action, holding Alon's head to his body he almost silently climaxed. To Alon the whole scene took only seconds, in reality Craig had fucked Alon's mouth for fifteen minutes.
With a moan, holding his breath, and with closed eyes he backed up to deposit his semen on Alon's tongue.
'Sweeet!! His cum is like strawberries and whipped cream. ' Alon mused to himself.
Craig removed himself from Alon's mouth and within seconds was sitting on Alon's erection. He took it deep and fast. A grimace crossed his face and stayed there until he achieved a smooth rocking motion. He looked down at Alon's surprised face and they shared a wicked smile.
Alon's hands roamed Craig's smooth body; pinching his nipples he got an unexpected reaction. Craig's gait had picked up, the rocking became mixed with up and down movement. Alon pinched harder, Craig moaned and sped up even more. Alon watched as this red head's dick hardened again, still with a drop of liquid on its tip.
Alon wasn't paying attention to his dick or the mounting pleasure. He studied the boy riding him as he would a prize thoroughbred. His clenching muscles, his now sweat covered chest, the flared nostrils, raspy panting.
Alon grabbed the boys waist with both hands and shoved upward into the 'warm interior of the beautiful boys body'. The orgasm was all consuming, Alon sobbed while tears flowed down his cheeks.
"What's the matter? You ok?"
Alon was still shaking. " That was the strongest orgasm I've ever had. ...not really even an orgasm; more like a volcano exploding."
Craig eased himself off and bent to take Alon's dick in his mouth. He licked and sucked to get the flavor that still existed after orgasm.
Never losing Alon's eye contact, Craig rose to kiss Alon tenderly on the mouth. Their tongues flicking against each other, "You're oranges and lemons" Craig declared.
"You're strawberries!"
"You hungry? I'm starved. Let's get something to eat". Not waiting for an answer, Craig took Alon's hand and they left the patio.

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The two boys sat across from one another at a round cafe table, they shared a buttery croissant and drank juice.
Craig moved his chair closer to Alon, who did the same; they ended up thigh to thigh. Not a word had been spoken between them but for their cafe orders.
"I'm Alon. "
"Oh, I know who you are....."
Alon ducked his head, "you watched it?"
"Are you kidding? Everyone watched it!"
"Fuck!! So that's why you came up to me at the pool?"
"No!!" Craig reared back in his chair.
Alon just moped.
"Why would you think ........oh, I guess everyone watching wanted some piece of you. I see a lot of the blue jewelry missing. "
Raising his head, Alon looked at the boy beside him "You're not?"
"Well there is one thing...."
Craig's voice trailed off, his "shit-eating" grin appeared.
Alon was at first confused. "Ok. So what is it you want?"
Craig looked at Alon incredulously "You're as thick as it gets ( to quote a Pince)"
Taking Alon's cheeks in his hands, their lips met for the first time.

"I have a suite....."
The two left the croissant and their drinks. Hand in hand they raced through the grounds to Alon's patio door.

"WOW this room is really big."
"Embarrassingly so "
"So who gets tethered? I see the straps".
"The stewards."
Craig squeezed Alon's hand.
"Really? You want me tethered to the bed!"
Craig was silent, a mischievous grin.
Alon sighed and climbed on the bed, hands raised, legs stretched toward the footboard, a resigned smile.

A sound came from the back of the suite, "Ouch bitch!! You're supposed to suck it not eat it!!"
Spencer, Rick, and the two stewards were on the smaller bed; the stewards were servicing the other two. Nyah had been a little too aggressive with Rick's balls.
The steward's asses were in an almost presentation position. On their knees, butts aimed skyward.
"Want to do those two first?"
Alon was quiet. Definitely perturbed that the four had returned to the suite so soon.
Gathering his courage, "I was looking forward to being with you alone" Alon almost whispered.
"Yeah, me too. .....but, when butts beckon ......?"
Craig continued to squeeze Alon's hand.
"If you insist, but I'm kissing you!"
"Even cooler!!"
"Incoming!!" Both Alon and Craig declared before they bent the two butts to meet their anxious passion.
Nyah liked to take it slow at the beginning so Alon prepared the boy by using his lubed fingers first.
Lolly had both his hands spreading his butt crack. His pink rosebud hole eager to be dominated.
By the time the boys were both fucking the stewards, their kiss had been growing passionate. Tongue sucking, breath stealing and grabbing each other's hair.
The dual spit roast motivated Spence and Rick to bury their dicks in the stewards throats. As the boys gagged, Alon  and Craig felt the gentle push. A slap to the butt cheeks got the boys clenching and more engaged on their rear ends. Alon and Craig stood still while Nyah and Lolly did all the work.
Spencer came first with his signature moan and guttural sigh; still holding Nyah's head flush to his crotch. Nyah couldn't breathe, be began twitching and flailing his arms. Finally Spencer relaxed into his post orgasm routine of touching the sensitive tissues on the head of his dick.
Rick came in complete silence, panting a bit afterward. Releasing Lolly's head he pressed his lips to the boys mouth.
"Spearmint? Something sweet?"
Lolly nodded. "Should bottle it and sell it"

Alon and Craig withdrew and headed to the big bed. The stewards had been beckoned to the boys they had just sucked, Lolly's dick was invited into Rick's mouth while Spencer turned Nyah around to eat his loosened ass.
Spencer always was the piggiest of the two.

Alon laid on the bed, his hands loosely tied and stretched upward, his feet to the footboard. Craig stood looking down at the tethered boy. Dick in hand he straddled then put his dick head to Alon's lips..............

One doesn't have to guess what happened after that. Suffice it to say the two well satisfied boys laid with arms wrapped around each other.