Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sonic XXX Festival ❯ --Story three: After School-- ( Chapter 3 )

Sonic XXX Festival by ---

*Note: I have no shame in anything that I do or try when it comes to this tale, for it is simply experimental and does not reflect my way of life. This fic is pure parody only. All comments, negative, positive, and neutral, are very accepted. Please, do not imitate these characters in your own life; it may just be illegal. If you do something illegal that's featured in this fic, I remove myself from all ...responsibility of your wrongdoings. If it's not illegal, still keep me out of it. MSTings are welcomed; please show them to me after you're done, of course.

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"Hey Chris! I heard Sonic got out of jail!" Frances, Chris Thorndyke and Danny's red-haired classmate and friend, said to Chris at the lunch table. The kids who overheard them either giggled or whispered about the incident. So far, no one outside of the home but Danny knew why Sonic went to jail.

"Let's not talk about that right now," Chris groaned as he stood to bus his tray. "I've gotta think about my project for next week!" Danny agreed, and Frances simply complied. The three kids played outside until it was time for them to head back to class. In the classroom, the kind yet bizarrely mysterious teacher, Mr. Stuart, prepared for the second half of that day's lesson. Earlier on, he'd planned with Chris to help him with his project after school. Time passed, the bell rang, and all the students left but Chris. "I can't wait to get started on this project, Mr. Stuart!" the little brunette said.

"I'm glad you're excited, Chris," Mr. Stuart chuckled while getting his bags together. "Let's go, Chris!" Chris nodded as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door with his teacher. They got into Mr. Stuart's car and headed out to the countryside. The teacher parked the car not too far from a wide creek dotted with trees and flowers. "I think you'll be able to catch what you'd like out here."

"Great! Thanks, Mr. Stuart!" the boy chimed. Chris grabbed a large net, kicked off his socks and shoes and waded into the creek to catch whatever he needed to. Mr. Stuart sat on the grass and watched the boy play. He kept thinking to himself how absolutely wonderful a student Chris was. After a while, Chris came and showed to Mr. Stuart the different creatures he'd caught. "No, no, Chris, not those!" Mr. Stuart said. "Here, let me show you what I'm talking about," the teacher removed his shoes and trouser socks, rolled up his slacks and waded in with Chris.

"Ah, sorry... I'll just turn these loose, then," Chris let a few of the little creatures go into the water.

"Oh, it's quite alright Chris. It's just that those are a protected species here!" Mr. Stuart replied while gently guiding Chris's net along the bottom of the creek bed.

"Really? I'm glad you came with me, Mr. Stuart, 'cuz otherwise, I wouldn't have known!" Chris said. Mr. Stuart nodded and now instructed Chris to grab the other end of the net so that they could have an easier time dragging it across the bottom. They slowly stepped along the bed, until Chris stepped on a slippery rock and fell backwards into the water. "Argh!" Chris sat up and pulled a bit of algae out of his thick hair.

"Chris! Are you alright?" Mr. Stuart knelt in the water beside the young boy to check for any wounds. He placed a gentle hand on the back of Chris's head to move it back and see for any openings or discolorations on his neck/ "You don't even looked bruised. Mr. Stuart said, being relived.

"I'm okay, Mr. Stuart," said Chris. He took hold of Mr. Stuart's shoulders to help himself stand, but instead fell on his teacher and knocked him into the water. Mr. Stuart sat up quickly on his elbows and looked at Chris before he started laughing. The boy joined in the laughing as well and climbed off Mr. Stuart and out of the water.

"Drenched..." Mr. Stuart muttered to himself as he stood and made note of his soaked clothing. He stepped out of the water behind Chris, removed his blazer and rang what dampness he could out. Since the hood of his car was hot, he lay the coat on top. He peeled off his also drenched turtleneck, revealing his magnificently sculpted chest. Being a spy, he had to keep in the best shape. He possessed a perfect six pack, well-sculpted pectorals, perfect-sized arms, and no love handles what-so-ever to--

Mr. Stuart looked over at Chris, who stood staring like a dumbfounded wet puppy. "Christopher, is something the matter?" the teacher asked.

Chris yelped and shook his head quickly, causing water from his hair to fly around the immediate area. "N-no sir! I'm a-okay!" he smiled nervously. To be sincere, Chris's hormones were quite scrambled. Seeing his teacher possessing a body like... that made him feel the same way that time he saw his uncle Sam's girlfriend, who, lying on her stomach, was sunning topless by the pool, roll over and--

"Well, alright Chris. Take off your clothes so we can lay them out to dry." the teacher said while removing his slacks. This made Chris even more bewildered. He couldn't have just heard... but he did! He only heard the first four words; after that, the teacher was just moving his lips to the boy. Chris shivered. "What's wrong??" Mr. Stuart said. "Christopher, there's no need to worry. I'm here to protect you. " Mr. Stuart waited for Chris's reply.. or at least a blink. Here before Chris stood his a side of his teacher he never expect him to possess: completely nude and just about as perfect as a human could get. Chris's wide eyes guided down from his teacher's face to his torso and right down to the man's penis. Was it ever huge... Chris was gaping for so long, he was probably drooling.

During this, Chris didn't realize that Mr. Stuart was gently removing the boy's clothing. Already were Chris's shirts gone, and now Mr. Stuart went to removing his pants and undergarments. Chris didn't hear his teacher's request to step out of the remaining clothing the first time, but the second he did, and his eyes locked onto his teacher's when this was so. "Mr. Stuart... s-sorry," the boy purred. His cheeks were deep red.

Mr. Stuart laughed. "It's alright, Chris." He pulled away the boy's clothing and stood to make his way to the car. This gave Chris a perfect view of Mr. Stuart's tight and hard ass. The boy gulped, whimpered and looked down at himself.

"Oh no!" Chris exclaimed in a whisper. He slapped his hands over his obvious little erection. "I hope Mr. Stuart didn't..." he looked away feeling humiliated. He'd never been this hard before. "Jeeze! What's wrong with me!?" Chris cried out loud enough for Mr. Stuart to hear.

The teacher didn't panic or anything; he was fully aware of what Chris's ailment was because he saw it when he was stripping him. Mr. Stuart returned to where Chris was and smiled. I know I must protect him, but he looks so confused, Mr. Stuart thought as he guided Chris to a secluded spot beneath an old oak to rest. Perhaps I can question him about his feelings without being too invasive. He gently rubbed Chris's back in a coaxing way. "I've noticed you've been a bit uncomfortable." Mr. Stuart didn't want to be so direct about his "condition." He would wait for Chris to mention it.

"I'm okay..." Chris felt so confused. Part of him wanted to move away from his teacher... and the rest wanted to move closer. Chris followed the baser instincts as best he could and made no effort to conceal his staring at Mr. Stuart's body. The teacher smiled, pretending not to notice it, and gave Chris a gentle hug. "I think I... know what you're going through." said Mr. Stuart, having not been in such a situation with someone like Chris. "It happens; it happens to everyone when they get older."

Chris knew this, but he also knew his teacher was struggling just to find a common ground on this issue. Mr. Stuart studied Chris for a moment. He always though he was an adorable child; he had very remarkable-looking parents to thank for that. He was coming up so well. Mr. Stuart smiled at Chris; another part of his own mind was opening up, one that had never before and probably will never again open up.

Mr. Stuart readied himself to speak, but before he could, Chris scrambled onto the man's lap. Mr. Stuart tried to stop the boy, but Chris straddled the teacher's waist and pushed him down. Poor Chris's facial expression was of confusion and arousal. "Please, Mr. Stuart," Chris said in a breathy tone. The teacher was rendered speechless when the boy moved back so that he sat before the spy's still-limp sex. The boy gripped it in his small hands and proceeded to stroke it. This was very much unlike Chris, so why was he acting like this?? The poor sexually undisciplined boy was imitating what he saw Amy do to Tails one night. He hated Mr. Stuart for getting him like this, and wanted some kind of relief for his "hunger." Mr. Stuart didn't just let this happen, however, he shouted at and grabbed the boy, trying to shove him off multiple times. But Chris was persistent in his efforts. He managed to get his teacher at half-mast and wasn't ready to stop.

"Christopher! You--" Mr. Stuart was cut off when Chris removed the man's glasses and tossed set aside. Mr. Stuart had assassinated dictators and helped nations crumble in his life; why was this now such a challenge? Seized were his movements when Chris began rubbing his own sex against Mr. Stuart's full erection. The man's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his strong grip seized the boy around his waist. "Chris..." he huffed in a whispery shudder. Chris lay against Mr. Stuart so he could apply as much pressure as he could to the man's penis. Soon the young one cried out and came on the older blonde's toned stomach.

Chris whimpered as he sat back. He saw that Mr. Stuart hadn't came along with him. Of course he didn't; it didn't take but a second for Chris to orgasm due to his lack of control. Mr. Stuart sat up slowly and raised a finger to Chris, but before he could begin talking, Chris started to once again stroke the man's swelling, which silenced and sent Mr. Stuart falling on his back. He shuddered and grunted. Chris applied his soft mouth against Mr. Stuart's sex just below the crown. The feel of this triggered the man's orgasm. Chris peered over as his panting teacher.

"Christopher, get off of me!" Mr. Stuart groaned.

It was then the boy knew that he'd accessed a part of Mr. Stuart that wasn't meant to be revealed to him. It was a part the boy wanted, but he knew... this just may not happen again. With tears in his eyes, he slid off Mr. Stuart as instructed. Mr. Stuart frowned at Chris. He couldn't punish the boy; he wouldn't dare. He lay a gentle hand on the boy's back. "Hey, look at me," he coaxed Chris. Chris did, and Mr. Stuart told him not to worry about anything. Chris nodded and hesitated before hugging the man, who returned it. Everything was just so strange for the both of them.

"Let's just get cleaned up, hm?" Mr. Stuart said with his trademark enthusiasm. Chris stood up and smiled weakly, feeling a little relived that Mr. Stuart wouldn't hold this against him. The boy turned to Mr. Stuart to speak, but that was interrupted by a light cracking sound under his small feet and a wince as if having been lightly stabbed across the boy's face.

Mr. Stuart figured he could squint while driving his way back to town.

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More to come; worse to get...