A/N: Instead of finishing one of my ever-growing catalog of WIPs, I am starting another new story. And as are most of my recent endeavors, it is going to be of a more *ahem* mature theme. (Can't seem to get away from these, lol!) I hope you enjoy it - or at least don't think any less of me afterward... :)
Chapter One - "I'm On A Ride And I Wanna Get Off"
When Will Schuester reflected on his life on this humid summer's night in late July 2012, he came to the conclusion that he'd hit shit bottom.
He was slouching on his sofa, shirtless and sweating and cursing his super's name; this was the third day of the heat wave and the second day the building's air conditioning was broken. It was just the latest in a series of events that had convinced Will that a nauseous God was now using him and his existence as a divine air-sick bag.
It was almost two years since he'd ended his excuse of a marriage to Crazy Terri and finally been free to pursue a relationship with Emma Pillsbury, his one true love. Who'd then figuratively kicked him in the nuts when she'd turned around and started seeing her dentist, the impossibly hot Dr. Carl Howell, before he'd gotten his head on straight.
Will grudgingly couldn't blame her; hell, he'd have climbed up on that himself if he had the chance. He'd considered telling her that he swung both ways to see if they wanted a little playmate but he could never find the right moment. And then when he'd turned his back for one weekend to take the kids to Sectionals, Carl and Emma had snuck off to Vegas and tied the knot.
Seeing them appear happy at first had been like torture. He'd suppressed the pain temporarily by trolling places like Scandals (he'd decided Emma was the only woman he wanted to be with now) and having significant 20-minute relationships in the bathroom with the man du jour, where every night ended with some hottie on his knees and going for extra credit.
So absorbed with his grindr conquests and Glee Club, he didn't notice until it was too late that Emma's marriage had crashed and burned. He tried to be supportive but she kept him at arm's length. Just when he was sure he'd been friend-zoned, April Rhodes blew into town. One minute he was helping her prep her musical CrossRhodes: The April Rhodes Story; the next he was going to play the male lead. It opened right after Nationals, so he reckoned that a summer spent in the Big Apple would just be the perfect way of getting over Emma.
But, after a week's worth of performances, he realized he couldn't live without her. He quit CrossRhodes and flew back to Lima the next day to try and win her back.
But she was gone.
His heart collapsed when he read the tear-stained letter she'd left with Shannon Beiste about how she'd felt about him but had been afraid of committing so soon after her failed marriage. And when he'd left, she knew that he'd be unable to resist the allure of Broadway and would never be back. So she resigned, packed her bags and left Lima, leaving no forwarding address.
To say he was a mess was an understatement, made worse when he watched his CrossRhodes understudy win the fucking Tony. He compensated by throwing his entire soul in to Glee Club and managed to get that treasured Nationals trophy. He'd still been unable to muster up his A-game so he convinced Sue to join him in co-directing the team. (He really was a sucker for punishment.)
Now half of his kids had graduated and left, off pursuing their dreams, and all he had left were lesson plans and his own thoughts.
Taking a sip from his equally-sweating can of Bud Lite, all he could think about was how horny he was and his one overriding desire was to get laid. But it was just too hot and sticky to try and make himself presentable to go out.
He turned to that 21st century oracle, the internet, to see if there wasn't some more convenient way he could scratch his itch. It didn't take long for him to find a number of male "escort" sites. One called "The Reflex" caught his eye. It offered a variety of types and same-day service. Rates were reasonable and confidentiality was guaranteed.
And it was a hell of a lot easier than trolling grindr.
After rolling his eyes at the flashing blurbs "Why-y-y-y-y don't you use us?" and "Try-y-y-y-y not to bruise us," he started to question the good judgment of this decision - then listened to the screaming demands of his steel-hard dick and started his order.
He had to give some generic information on himself, then moved on to the selection page. By the time he was done, he'd asked for a Caucasian male (18 to 23) with a defined swimmer's build and a cut cock. Hair and eye color were flexible (as long as he wasn't a brown-eyed redhead).
The last line asked for any fetishes or preferences. Blushing, he typed in five characters and moved on.
After entering payment information (Pay Pal), he clicked "purchase" and got a confirmation number and an estimated arrival time of one hour. (Damn, he hadn't expected this to be so professional!)
Exactly 57 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Muttering to himself, Will came out of the bedroom. It sounded like a 1940s airstrip in the apartment. All the fans in the apartment were going at full blast so he wouldn't be sweaty and disgusting - there'd be time for that later. Curly hair slicked back, he wore a gauzy resort shirt half unbuttoned and linen pants.
He was actually getting Christmas-morning excited to see the gorgeous (he hoped), hard-bodied (he really hoped), horse-hung (really, really, really hoped) young stud waiting behind that door. He turned the knob and totally lost his breath.
The boy was gorgeous, with light brown hair and piercing green eyes. A blazer hung over one broad shoulder on a crooked finger. Muscular arms were exposed by the sleeveless button-down shirt he wore with a school tie knotted around his neck. From tight Bermuda shorts showcasing a considerable package stretched long muscular legs that looked like they'd feel so good wrapped around Will's waist.
"Hey, killer," the boy said, lips pursed in a familiar smirk. "Thanks for choosing The Reflex for your pleasuring needs. Let's gimme a ride 'cause you wanna get off."
Will didn't know what to say as Sebastian Smythe sauntered into his foyer and palmed his crotch.
Sebastian grinned at the conflicted look on Will's face as he felt a raging hard-on through the thin fabric. Oh, yeah, the dirty school-boy uniform the online profile indicated he should wear was doing his work for him. The teacher was so hot for him it wasn't funny. Hell, when he rubbed the tip of Schuester's cock, Sebastian was rewarded with a sticky wet spot growing under his finger.
"Seb-Sebastian?" Will stammered, trying to control himself.
Sebastian gave him a bemused look. "Sorry, stranger, never heard of him. My name's Dalton and I'm here to get an education." And to make his point, he wrapped his hand around Will's dick and gave it a good squeeze.
Will couldn't help but let out a groan. But he backed off when the boy tried to get closer. "What...how...?"
Wishing he could just shove his cock in the teacher's mouth to shut him up, Sebastian instead gave him an annoyed look, then said, "Okay, Good Will Humping, you asked so here's my CV. Daddy Dearest, the State's Attorney, got indicted for racketeering and got put away to the tune of fifteen years. Dear Maman packed up and went back to Paris, taking her cherished money and leaving her less-than-cherished baby boy behind. No more money, no more Dalton Academy. So here I am, putting my God-given skills to practical use to get by."
Sebastian stepped closer to Will with an amused glint in his eyes. "So here's my suggestion - there's no refunds, so get over it, get naked, and let's fuck." He grabbed Will's cock again, this time with both hands, and started rolling it between them.
Will moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear over the fan buzz. "You like that, huh?" Sebastian teased. "You like it when bad boy Dalton touches your big daddy dick? I can tell you do. Do you wanna cum now or is there something else you want me to do?"
"Naked," Will managed to croak. "I want you to get naked."
Sebastian winked. "That's more like it. Yeah, Daddy wants to see his bad little boy's big nude erection, doesn't he?"
Taking Will's hand, Sebastian led him to the sofa and pushed him down to sit. He stepped away, pulling out his phone and setting it on a table before starting it playing.
Mesmerized, Will stared at the boy as he slowly popped his hips to the beat. He pulled his tie down his chest until it unraveled. It couldn't have been more erotic - until the boy sang along.
"Can I blow your whistle, baby, whistle, baby
Let me know
Man, I'm gonna show you how I do it
And I'll start real slow"
Sebastian stared directly into Will's eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a smooth chest glistening with sweat.
"I just put my lips together
And I come real close
Can I blow your whistle, baby, whistle, baby
Here we go"
When the song's tempo picked up, so did Sebastian's. He cast aside the shirt and body-rolled while feeling up his pecs.
"I bet you like people
And I bet you love freak mode
And I bet you like boys that give love to boys
And stroke your little ego"
Sebastian ran his tongue around his lips, rubbing one hand over a hard nipple and the other over his rippling eight-pack. When he popped the button on his shorts and teased the zipper lower, Will started touching himself.
"I bet you I'm guilty, your honor
That's just how we live in my genre
Who the hell done paved the road wider
There's only one Seb, and I'mma gonna ride ya"
Sebastian suddenly fell forward, breaking his fall push-up style. He started humping the floor and Will's eyes locked on his ass.
"I'm a damn shame, order more champagne
Pull a damn hamstring tryna put it on ya
You bet my lips spin back around corner
I'll slow it down, baby, and take a little longer"
With each rise and fall of his pelvis, Sebastian's shorts slipped down and more of those twin mounds of tight muscle were revealed.
"Gotta blow your whistle, baby, whistle, baby
Let me know
Man, I'm gonna show you how I do it
And I'll start real slow"
He rolled over on his back and reached down inside his gaping waistband with both hands. He raised his ass off the floor while sliding his shorts down his legs.
"I'm gonna put my lips together
And come real close
Lemme blow your whistle, baby, whistle. baby
And here we go"
As that waistband slid south, Will watched Sebastian's "V" lines lengthen. He'd opened his fly and was jerking himself, wanting - no needing - to see what was waiting for him where they merged.
"Watch, boy, while I work it
Let you watch me whistle while I work it
Just lay back, I won't stop it
'Cause you love it how I drop it, drop it, drop it on you"
The waistband reached his thighs and Sebastian's long fat, cock finally sprung straight up from its confines, head shiny with pre-cum. Will's mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Now, baby, let that whistle blow-oh oh oh
Yeah, baby, let that whistle blow-oh oh"
Lithe as a jungle cat, Sebastian jumped to his feet and kicked his shorts across the room. He stalked toward Will, lust-dark eyes predatory.
"Can I blow your whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Gotta show you how I do it
And I'll start real slow"
Will stood, his penis leaking and pointing at the boy like an obscene divining rod. His pants puddled on the floor and he stepped out of them and met him halfway.
I just put my lips together
And you'll come real close
I'mma blow that whistle, baby, whistle, baby
Here we go..."
Sebastian ripped Will's shirt open, exposing his taut chest with its dusting of hair. Will's arms snaked around Sebastian's waist to grab two handfuls of perfect ass and he pulled the boy toward him.
As their lips mashed together in a lustful kiss, two hard cocks rubbed together between their bodies. Sebastian kept up the friction as Will's mouth mauled his neck and chest. "Oh, fuck! I love it when you're rough with me, daddy. Bad boys need it rough," he hissed.
Will took that as an invitation to spin Sebastian around, wrap an arm around his neck and shove a finger in his hole. "How's this then?"
The boy gasped as Will's finger penetrated him, He'd pegged Mr. Sad Sack Sweater Vest to be a total sub...a quick fuck maybe followed up by him asking to be pissed on. But now he saw this was gonna be fun. "What's on the agenda first, daddy?"
"You're gonna blow my whistle, just like you promised." Will pushed deeper inside Sebastian, wringing a moan from him while propelling him into the bedroom.
Sebastian was so distracted by the incredible feeling of Will's finger on his prostate he didn't know how he ended up on all fours on the bed with Will's cock shoved in his mouth. But it didn't mean he didn't know what to do with it. Building up a nice flow of saliva, he started out slow like the song said.
With strong strokes he licked the smooth underside of Will's beautiful nine-inch dick, teasing the rim of the head with flicks of his tongue as he lapped up the sticky streams of pre-cum that had dribbled down.
He wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked the swollen mushroom head, tongue tickling the slit. Rewarded with more pre-cum, Sebastian gripped the shaft with both hands and started twisting his head from side to side.
"Fuck," Will moaned as his head fell back. "So good. Don't stop, don't stop."
Sebastian changed techniques and started pushing further down Will's cock with each stroke of his lips until he bottomed out, nose bobbing in and out of the teacher's thatch of pubic hair. The feeling of that hard shaft of hot meat sliding up and down his throat coupled with the musky man-smell was intoxicating.
"Slow" was feeling real good, but Will was so backed up he just wanted to cum. Tangling his fingers in the boy's hair, Will took over and started to fuck Sebastian's face, thrusting in and out faster and harder. "You wanted it rough, baby boy, here's rough," he muttered through gritted teeth, relishing the feeling of control he had over the boy.
Sebastian hoped his throat wouldn't be too lacerated and wondered what had happened to "try not to bruise it?" He looked up and saw that Will's face and chest were beet red. Smirking internally, he gave him ten seconds tops.
"I wanna cum on your face, baby boy," Will gasped, tugging his hair hard, "all over your pretty-boy face and you're gonna lick it off for daddy!"
Will let out an impressive groan and his body stiffened.
He yanked himself out of Sebastian's mouth just as his cock jerked and let loose a blast of hot cream that splattered Sebastian's beautiful face.
Seven strong streams later and Sebastian's face was white and dripping with Will's seed. He first wiped his eyes clear then licked both fingers clean, slow and sensual. "You taste incredible, daddy," he purred, savoring the unique and addictive taste of cum.
Will was shuddering as he came down from his orgasm and smiled down at the boy. "Such a dirty boy," he muttered as he wiped a clean line down Sebastian's cheek and pushed the finger between his lips.
Sebastian smirked as he sucked Will's finger, looking up at him with the most seductive eyes the teacher had ever seen. Will's cock twitched as he watched the boy drag every trace of cum off his face and onto that sinuous tongue.
After his face was clean (relatively), Sebastian got to his knees and kissed Will, feeding him a sample of his huge load as he did. Will hummed as he tasted himself, gripping the boy by his muscular arms. Looking down, he saw his dick was still half hard and plumping up again.
Sebastian felt it sliding up his thigh and smiled, "Well, well, well, someone's eager for round two."
"You're like Viagra for me, baby boy," Will purred as he reclined on the bed and reached for a bottle of lube. "Get ready for a wild ride."
And he sure as hell meant it. Sebastian was caught by surprise when Will grabbed him and dragged him on top of him until he was lying on his back on top of the older man's sweat soaked body. Then something big and slick and hard was sliding between his ass cheeks and making him swear as it pushed up into his hole. Will's strong hands were on his hips holding him, forcing the little ring of muscle to stretch wide around his cock as he pulled Sebastian further down. "How's that feel, baby? How do you like having my big daddy dick in your tight little boy hole?"
"So much, daddy, " Sebastian gasped, breath hitching at the burning pain as Will entered him. Fuck me hard, this never-was has-been is full of surprises! "Keep it coming, dads. I can take as much as you can give,"
Sebastian couldn't see Will smirk at that cocky comment, but he felt it when Will thrust sharply upward, making him holler "FUCK!" as he hit his sweet spot. He loved watching the boy's pole stiffen and swell and kept it up until Sebastian was whimpering, "Oh god oh god oh god..."
"Now fuck yourself on me, baby," Will whispered in Sebastian's ear. "Fuck yourself on daddy's big cock until I tell you to stop."
Normally Sebastian would have told him to fuck himself, but he was totally under the teacher's spell. He leaned back, supporting himself on his hands as he got to work. Leg muscles flexing, he slid up and down on Will's shaft.
Every time he bottomed out, he let out a moan of complete pleasure. Damn, if the teacher's dick wasn't like the perfect size!
He reached up to start jerking his own cock when Will barked, "No! You're a bad boy, remember? You don't get touch yourself until I say you can."
Sebastian growled, "No fucking fair!" The old man had already got off once and his dick felt like a soda can someone had shaken. He needed to pop the tab ASAP so he started pumping his ass up and down faster. Soon he was bouncing on Will like he was riding a bucking bronco. Sweat poured down his chiseled body and his cock was swinging wildly. Every time it smacked his abs droplets of pre-cum went flying.
Will licked one up that landed on his lip and reveled in the taste. He'd have to blow the kid's whistle and get a full dose of his sweet spunk.
He leaned back, watching Sebastian at work in the mirror across the room. His lean, well-muscled body was heaving and flexing and covered in a sheen of sweat. His beautiful face was scrunched up in effort with eyes squeezed shut. Will was even more turned on by the sounds he was making as he rode him. The kid's tight ass was milking his cock for all it was worth and if this kept this up, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.
With Will's pole battering his prostate, Sebastian felt like he was losing his mind and cried, "Oh god! I wanna fucking cum so bad! Please!"
Will obliged, reaching around and gripping the boy's cock. He pumped it hard and Sebastian grimaced, feeling the pressure build with each glorious stroke.
He couldn't wait and ripped it out of Will's hand and started jerking himself at a blur. No more than a minute later, he crashed over the edge and howled as a wave of unbearable pleasure ripped through his body.
He came hard. His cock convulsed in his hand, erupting with a huge gusher which splattered on his shoulder. A second and third steam landed on his chest. By the time the last driblets were sliding down his shaft, his torso was soaked and dripping with white cream.
Sebastian was still shuddering his way through a mind-blowing orgasm as his ass clenched down around Will's throbbing member. The sweat-soaked teacher grabbed the boy and pulled him close. He gasped out a strangled, "Oh shit shit shit!" as he erupted and blew his second load inside Sebastian's still trembling body.
Still panting and wrapped in Will's arms, Sebastian felt Will's huge cock pulse and then the squirts of cum inside him. It was so hot that he actually felt a twitch from his spent cock lying in a pool of his own jizz.
When Will came down from his own climax, he climbed out from under Sebastian and started licking his cum-coated abs. "Hmmmm, you taste awesome."
The boy relaxed and stretched sensuously on sheets wet with sweat and cum. The teacher's tongue sliding over his slick skin made him all tingly and he had to admit to himself this was the best sex he'd had since Dalton and a certain threeway with Sterling and Duval.
He was so relaxed that he felt himself start to drift off...
Will woke and stretched, consumed by a feeling of contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. The clock on his night stand showed he'd only dozed for a half an hour.
He rolled over and saw the other side of the bed was empty. Padding naked into the living room, he watched a nude Sebastian collect his clothing. He particularly appreciated the view of the boy's pert backside as he bent over to pick up his shorts.
Sebastian sensed his presence and turned. He'd resumed his usual smart-ass persona. "Glad you're diggin' the view, Big Daddy. It's even more impressive from the front," he smirked, giving his junk a little rub. "Sorry to ruin all that awesome afterglow, but I'm obliged to inform you that cuddling is extra. As was riding me bareback." He squatted down to retrieve his shoe from under the couch and made sure to give Will a great look at his hole. "It's time for Dalton to hit the road."
And he'd be alone again. A crazy idea popped into Will's head. Absolutely insane. Guaranteed to be an epic failure. But...
After all of ten second's deliberation, he came to a decision and said, "Sebastian..."
Wagging his finger playfully, Sebastian interrupted, "Ah, ah, ah. The name's Dalton. And if you lemme take a shower before I go, there'll be no charge if you wanna join me."
"Sebastian..."
"By the way, I really had you pegged all wrong. I thought you were just a clueless dork, but you got a lot of porn star in you, you know. Major props, man."
"Stop!" Will snapped, shutting him up. "I want you to stay."
Sebastian was caught off guard by that for a second before his walls went up again. "Damn, I must be an even better fuck than I think!" he said with fake incredulity, then his face hardened. "Listen, you paid, we fucked, I go. This ain't some reboot of Pretty Woman. You want me again, you log in to The Reflex and order me again. I'll even wear a pair of thigh-high patent-leather boots just like Julia's if that floats your boat."
Speaking from the heart, Will had on a caring smile. "You're better than this. You're smart, you're talented. You don't want to waste your potential -"
"Spare me that bullshit," Sebastian eye-rolled. "I don't need the Lima Loser inspirational speech, Vanilla Ice. Life sucks and then you die. The end."
"Okay. How about this. Where do you live?"
"As Jack Dawson said in Titanic, I'm on God's good humor." Yeah, ever since the minister at the Methodist church shelter got a little grabby and then threw me out, he thought.
"Isn't staying here better than being homeless?" Will pressed.
Sebastian folded his arms and cast a bored look around the room. "Let me get back to you on that one."
"Okay, best offer. You stay here with me. I'm guessing you're really only sixteen or seventeen. We enroll you at McKinley and you finish your education. I'm sure you'd be a shoo-in for any number of scholarships -"
"Sure, maybe the 'Slumdog Millionaire Award for the Lowest You Can Sink'," Sebastian muttered. "Public school would certainly be that."
"Last chance," Will stated flatly, folding his arms to match the stubborn boy's posture.
Inside, Sebastian wanted to jump at the offer. But he couldn't appear weak. He'd learned from his father, the old bastard, that you always negotiate from a position of strength - and if you didn't have one, you didn't let your opponent know that. "Is this how you motivate your merry band of talentless trolls?" he asked disdainfully.
Will just stared.
With a sparkle in his green eyes, he met Will's gaze and said, "Okay. Now I know you just want me around 'cause I'm a great fuck, right? If I were to stay, I'm assuming I'd be expected to service you whenever the monster rises to the occasion now that we've fed the beast and got that old reflex going again." He shrugged. "I really don't care. Call it rent." And I notice no one's objecting, either.
He continued, "Just letting you know up front, I'm not quitting The Reflex" - not right away, anyway! - "so you have to keep your nose out of my life. I don't need another so-called father-figure going all Cosby family on me with the 'my roof, my rules' shit, okay?" He held out his hand (and held his breath). "Deal?"
"Deal," Will said, smothering his smile. He took Sebastian's hand and shook it.
"This is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship, daddy," Sebastian smirked - before grabbing Will's cock with his free hand...
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Well, that's it. Chapter One of we'll see how many. A very good friend gave me the prompt and I finally felt like seeing what I could do with it. I hope he - and everyone - enjoys it. Please review and let me know what you think, too! :)
"Whistle" from Flo Rida's 2012 album Wild Ones was adapted by Sebastian for his strip show.
I've also posted this story on "AO3" where I'm "onceahuskyalwaysahusky".