The place

He preferred not to look, but he felt hot and ashamed and good...

The steady movements of his hand drove him to ecstasy. The apprentice penetrated his mouth again, robbing him of his willpower and the remnants of his self-respect.

Suddenly he brought him to his feet and with his other hand reached up to the small round hole in the back. Liam instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to push away, but it was easier to shift the bridge over the river.

Languishing from the heat of love, he could barely stand on his trembling hands, and when a shameless finger penetrated him from behind, he groaned desperately. Moisture accumulated in the corners of his eyes from the strain and agonizing anticipation, and he squeezed his eyes shut, expelling it.

Cal pierced him from behind and tormented him unceremoniously in front, taking an empty gulp, he tilted his head back and spurted violently.

Grabbing hold of the man across from him so he wouldn't fall again, he stopped breathing for a moment. Coming to his senses, he turned sharply toward the wall and forced Cal to put his arms around himself.

«I'm not sure if you're ready again-» hot breath hit Liam in the numb back of his head.

«Come on,» he commanded in a hoarse voice.

Leaving him against the wall, Cal stepped away for a second. Supporting Liam, he gave him a drink of water and then pulled a vial from his pocket. Liam didn't see these manipulations, but he suddenly felt something cold running down between his hot buttocks.

He involuntarily squeezed them, but the gentle stroking motions outside gradually relaxed him. Placing his hands on the wall, he thought gratefully of how good it was that he could see nothing. Soothing his sensitive conscience with this, he slowly went crazy with Cal.

It was a crisp, sunny day, but the shuttered windows held back the hot air and the bright light. Still, Liam could see the rough walls and his raised hands as if he had surrendered himself.

He closed his eyes shyly as Cal cautiously penetrated him with a few fingers, probing him, pushing in deeper, and trying to watch his breathing.

Adjusting to the still new sensations, he felt himself floating somewhere where there was no time, no questions, just him and his pleasure... Cal pulled his hips toward him, forcing him to take a few steps back. Then he sagged him in the loins. Liam instinctively leaned against the wall and looked back: Cal kissed him back.

«Tell me if it hurts,» he said in a hushed voice and, without waiting for a response, pressed his erect cock against the tight entrance. Liam sighed and, closing his eyes, tried to focus on the embarrassing process.

Breathing deeply and ordering his body to relax, he took in the hot hard flesh. Occasionally he unintentionally squirmed and then Cal frowned, squeezing Liam's hips with vigor.

The undisguised eroticism of what was happening, his shameless posture, Cal's noisy breathing, the smell of the pine forest, and sweat-all of it made Liam begin to feel aroused again. His cock, sluggishly dormant before, perked up to join in the festivities. And with it, Liam's enthusiasm increased.

Taking advantage of the moment when Cal's pelvis moved, he caught his rhythm and adjusted. This thrilled Cal.

He had been tormented before by the fact that he was showing more interest, but noticing Liam's excitement, he leaned over and made sure with his hand that the teacher was ready to repeat. Seeing that he was having trouble standing on his feet against the wall, he came up with another pose on the fly.

Gathering all the pillows on the bed, he threw the teacher over them, lifting his pelvis higher toward him and relieving his lower back.

Once inside Liam's hot, tight body, it was like Cal was going crazy, thrusting into him harder and harder. Liam was gently touching the pillows with his excited cock, getting extra stimulation.

Forgetting shame and embarrassment, they engaged in a battle with their own stamina in pursuit of a sweet moment of release. Liam pulled the sheet down, sometimes trying to escape Cal and his merciless strokes, and at other times he pushed himself up against him, arching his back. He felt something ticklish and sweet inside him that made him want to cum.

Cal slid his hands down his wet thighs and buttocks, thrusting in so hard that it darkened his eyes. Clenched teeth and tense muscles whined and demanded a release.

But only at the cost of more effort, of relentless, all-consuming passion, so that Liam thought he would be pierced and torn and destroyed, were they suddenly in ringing weightlessness and a throbbing fountain poured out, getting the long-awaited relief...

Cal sat behind Liam and watched greedily as murky white fluid gushed out of the shuddering reddened hole...

The maddening sight drove him mad, but unable to look away, he enjoyed what he had just done... and was proud of himself and the passion in which he had drowned Liam.

The man was lying on the crumpled cushions, defenseless, exhausted, and seductively lewd.

Still, in some sugary-sweet stupefaction, Cal grabbed Liam in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. Turning on the warm water, he spread the legs of someone who didn't want to and couldn't resist.

In these moments, Liam enjoyed his temporary helplessness and blissfully yielded to Cal's unprincipled insolence. While the apprentice performed the customary cleansing ritual, Liam enjoyed the harmony in his soul.

To be fully exposed and naked in body and soul in front of the man he loved proved to be the kind of happiness that people seek.

Cal was indefatigable: after washing most of his cum, he also washed the entire teacher with affection and care, alternating his actions with gentle kisses, continuing to give them both bliss...

They still had time and an inexhaustible desire to touch each other. However, by replacing sex with mutual caresses and quiet conversations, they spent the remaining hours of the evening wonderfully. Liam preferred to sleep on top of Cal, experiencing a hitherto unknown pleasure and a warming sense of intimacy.

The heaving warm breasts lulled him gently, giving him a feeling of safety and comfort. Beneath him, he could feel the hard muscles of his stomach and thighs-excitement and pleasure, just what he had been missing in his lusciously righteous life of the past few years.

The Head allowed himself to be a raging, filthy lecher beside Cal so he wouldn't feel remorse or insecurity over his heightened sexual appetite.

He lay with his eyes closed and played with the white strands of his hair until he fell asleep. He got up rather early in the morning, and the reason for that was a rumbling in his stomach. Slowly he sat up in bed, put his hand to the place that made the sad whale sound, and realized that he hadn't eaten a crumb since last night's dinner.

After ascertaining that Cal was still asleep, the Head decided to check the room's supply of edibles. Stepping cautiously, he made his way to a large cupboard of utensils. Down there, he fumbled for several boxes of candy donated by the students.

Not much, but at least something. Cal found the Head of the Academy naked, squatting and eating chocolates.

The apprentice propped his head up with a bent arm and enjoyed the view for a while. However, after appreciating Liam's appetite, he realized he wasn't going to get any at this rate.

"Ahem," Cal startled Liam to death with his intrusion into his sweet feast.

Liam almost jumped, and he had to take a long time to quiet his pounding heart. «I just want one, too,» Cal said, taking the candy from Liam's hands and defiantly licking his fingers.

Completely naked, Liam had forgotten all about dignity back when he secretly started eating candy, so now he was pounding Cal with force in retaliation for the scare.

The sun had barely risen when Liam and Cal went for a swim in the river. Fortunately, no disciples entered this part of the space and even the Elders only showed up by appointment.

The only one who appeared unceremoniously was Liam's uncle, the Fourth Elder. But he wasn't likely to come this early, thought Cal, throwing off his clothes and jumping into the river first. The water hadn't cooled much overnight and was pleasantly cold.

After a good swim, they returned to the house, only to then split up without a word and go about their business. Back in his room, Cal thought for the first time that it was inconvenient to live in two houses.

Besides, he wanted to be near Liam all the time. And Legion was bored without his master's attention. But for now, despite the pleasant dreams, Cal didn't know how he could live with the Head in the same house...

Arriving for brunch, he absent-mindedly flopped down on the first chair he could find, oblivious to the excited and mocking stares.

Unner squeezed by with a tray of food a few yards to his right. Cal noisily beckoned him to join him. The apprentice reluctantly sat down next to him, which also provoked a wave of stares and whispers.

«Do you even know whose place we took?» - Unner asked in a low voice, breaking the bread into pieces.

Cal stared at the nervous classmate without much interest.

«That's Grady's seat...»

«So?»

«You don't understand,» Unner began and stopped himself.

Suddenly someone rattled their tray onto their table. The broth spilled over, dousing Cal and Unner.

They turned around abruptly: snorting, a handsome young man with a distorted, angry face stood before them. Before Cal could say anything, he shoved him and cursed:

«Holy shit! I've been gone for a week and there's nowhere to sit!»

Unner bowed low and mumbled apologies and tried to escape, but Cal grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held him back:

«I don't remember this chair having your name on it, or maybe I wiped it off with my ass?»

Someone brave chuckled, and Unner, hearing Cal's defiant speech, squinted hard: he naturally had a strong intuition for danger.

«Everyone knows this place is mine,» Grady said haughtily, «but you don't seem to know your place,» he added with an icy grin and kicked Cal hard in the stomach. «It's here, under my feet,» he said and spat in the direction of the apprentice, who was bent over from the sudden pain.

In the silence that ensued, you could hear spilled soup dripping from the table onto the floor. Although Cal recovered quickly from the blow, he was in no hurry to get up and held onto his bruised stomach.

He saw what Grady hadn't noticed, namely the pale Head of the Academy in the doorway.

Several Mentors came with him, and all of them, frozen in mute amazement, stopped as they entered the dining hall. The silence was broken by the cold voice of the Head:

«Grady, thirty days on the farm, Duval, ten days.»

«What?!»

Cal thought he'd misheard, but Liam had already turned away and not given him a chance to ask again.