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The heat had come early that year. Summer had begun and it was already humid.
The afternoons stretched long, and most days Phainon could be spotted sprawled somewhere outside: under a shady tree, upside down on the branches, or laying half asleep in a field.
He wasn’t a bad kid. In fact, he was bright and curious, with too much energy at times.
The kind of child who asked too many hard questions during dinner or who carefully played with remotes to 'see how it worked'. But school...school, he wasn't that good at some classes. He found it hard to focus and do something that didn’t interest him, hence why he would often times get a bad grade.
Especially math. And writing. And, well, most things that weren’t geography, or science.
It was a warm Sunday evening when Anaxa heard the knock on his front door.
Not the abrupt sort of knocking, no it was a hesitant, polite three-tap rhythm that barely traveled through the thick wood. He opened the door to find Phainon’s mother standing there and his father not far behind.
“Anaxagoras, hello!" She said, folding her hands in front of her. "We’re sorry to drop by unannounced."
Anaxa inclined his head. "You’re not interrupting anything."
"We won’t keep you long" the father said. "We were just hoping to speak to you briefly about Phainon."
Anaxa stilled, not with surprise, but with attention. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, the breeze from his open window playing gently through the white linen of his shirt.
"He hasn’t done anything wrong" the mother added quickly, smiling. "Well—nothing more than usual. We’ll be leaving the town for a week or so, for some work related stuff. So we’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while" the mother said, stepping in just half a foot, eyes a little more earnest now. "Phainon has always looked up to you. And you’re already a teacher…" She hesitated. "We were hoping you might be willing to tutor him over the summer. Just a few days a week. While we’re away."
"He’s used to spending time alone" the father said, "but he gets in his own way sometimes. He’ll retreat too far into his head. He needs..guidance."
Anaxa took in their words quietly. It wasn’t flattering to hear. They weren’t selling him anything. If anything, they looked faintly embarrassed to ask. Phainon had always been a sharp, spirited child, not often causing a mess but sometimes he did, just like any child. Plus they were neighbors, they lived right across from eachother.
"Summer tutoring" Anaxa echoed, voice even. "And how much material do you hope I’ll cover in that week?"
The mother hesitated. "Honestly? Just enough to keep him thinking. Math, reading..anything, hopefully more math."
Anaxa’s gaze drifted sideways for a moment. Thinking. "I don’t tutor children that young, but I’ll make an exception."
The mother smiled, eyes creasing at the corners. "Thank you, Anaxagoras. Truly!"
"We’ll leave a key with you in case of anything" the father said. "He’ll mostly be outside. He knows how to cook the basics. We just feel better knowing someone like you is keeping an eye on him."
They didn’t linger. A few more words of gratitude left their mouth and then they were out.
.
Phainon’s parents had left early, before the sun could even rise fully.
Anaxa hadn’t watched them go, but he’d noted the quiet shuffle of luggage wheels across the stone walkway, the creak of the front gate swinging open and voices.
From where he stood at his own window, sipping his morning tea, he could just make out the silhouettes, Phainon’s mother giving one last reminder, his father leaning down to say something, resting a hand briefly on the boy’s shoulder. Phainon waved as they walked off. He only stood in the doorway, one bare foot on the porch, hair unbrushed and sleep-stuck to one side of his head.
Anaxa gave it some time. He did some light house work around, claned up a bit, ate, dressed up and then he was off. It was nearing afternoon.
He crossed the road with a notebook in one hand and a satchel in the other. The air was already warm. He didn’t knock like a stranger.
Just a quiet, composed rhythm—tap, tap. Then a pause.
The door creaked open a few moments later. Phainon blinked up at him, shirt wrinkled and too big, dark shorts hanging loosely around his knees. His hair was an unruly mess of white.
Anaxa's own clothing wasn't better, he wore a shirt and shorts as well. His shirt revealing more than it should've, it hung off one shoulder, but the way it clung on his slim body, it was hard not to call it loose. Everything on him seemed loose.
Phainon stepped aside to let him in.
The house was lived-in, not exactly tidy. A pair of shoes by the stairs. One sock by the dining table. A trail of tiny paper airplanes littered the hallway floor.
Anaxa set his satchel down on the short table in the living room, took a seat and pulled a book out, along with the notebook. He set them infront of Phainon who was sat across from him.
"Let's begin with some simple reading. Paragraph one to three, read it out loud for me." He said, folding his hands together.
Phainon squinted at the page, he dragged the book closer, then slouched over it.
" 'The sky above the forest was—um—azure…’ What does that mean?"
"Blue" Anaxa replied. "A very specific kind of blue. Keep going."
“ 'Azure and cloudless, stretching above the—c-copper—coppery leaves of late summer.' "
He glanced up.
Anaxa nodded, encouraging. "Good, continue." He had to remember that this was a kid, a ten year old who couldn't read perfectly, so the stuttering and stopping was acceptable.
Phainon then continued and eventually paused again.
"That’s two paragraphs" he said.
"It’s not three" Anaxa replied without looking up from the notebook where he was already jotting something down. "One more."
He was writing down some light equations for the boy to do later. Nothing too hard but definitely enough to get his brain cogs moving.
Phainon huffed, but obeyed, he continued to read, ever so often stopping to read the word in his head first before continuing. Anaxa would correct him if he said it wrong or if he needed help on how to pronounce it.
After he was done, he grinned, proud, and leaned forward across the table. "Do I get a star or something?"
"No" Anaxa said flatly, turning the notebook to a clean page. "You get writing practice, and refer to me as teacher, not 'you'."
He slid the notebook over to Phainon.
"You’ll copy the second paragraph. Then I want a summary in your own words. Three to five sentences."
"Ughhh…yes, teacher" Phainon sat up, took the pencil from the tin, and began to copy the paragraph out with his tongue poking from the side of his mouth in concentration. His writing was lopsided and uneven, and he kept stopping to whisper the sentence under his breath. His wiring was definitely more towards being faster rather than legible. Which would be a good skill to have, but Phainon kept going out and over the lines.
Ever so often Anaxa corrected his spelling by
leaning over the table to check.
"Write this word again." He said while pointing with one finger to the word. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear as he watched the boys hand move.
Yet Phainon wasn't looking at the notebook infront of him anymore, he didn't even say anything, his gaze was forward, glancing into his teacher's shirt which revealed his chest when he leaned over. Seeing his pink nipples, the sligt curve of his chest, the sweat running down from his neck down his chest. He swallowed, his eyes tracing down a drop of sweat going over his teacher's collarbone.
His hand stilled around the pen, he tried to still pay attention to what Anaxa was telling him but he couldn't take his eyes off.
"-on...non..Phainon." Anaxa kept calling out to him until Phainon flinched and turned his gaze upwards to the mans face.
"Y-yes teacher?" He muttered, face flushed a bright red, like an apple. He was young, was just beginning to enter puberty. Far from getting any kinda useful information from his teachers and parents. Which left him confused most of the time. Unsure of what he felt, he'd have crushes and get attracted to people but he was far from fully understanding what it meant. Seeing other peoples bodies usually made him giggle, or gaze at them in a way that was still new to him. He liked what he saw but didn't know how to deal with it. He knew what private parts were but that just made him more curious about others. Some of his friends from class already had hair growing on their body, but he still didn't. His genitals were growing and it was uncomfortable most of the time. A few months ago he had gotten his first erection in the morning and he just let it be until it went away. He didn’t know how to deal with it, the whole pubic area and lower was an unknown region to him. He didn’t have any peers or anyone he could talk about such things, it felt..iffy to talk about it to his parents hence why he didn't bring it up.
The more he looked at Anaxa before him the more an unfamiliar warmth spread in between his thighs. His face was red, and his mouth slightly agape, he didn't know what to do, hide? Look away? What was that sensation in his..penis? It poked out through his shorts and the mere friction caused him to shut his eyes, almost ashamed.
"I-I'm sorry teacher..I-I don't know what's wrong with me.." he muttered, tears appearing on the sides of his eyes.
Anaxa wasn't oblivious to the tent in the boy's pants, maybe he was teasing on purpose with the shirt we wore, or maybe it just happened on accident. His gaze moved up to look at Phainon’s face, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek.
"Nothing is wrong Phainon."
Phainon didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed shut, hands now clutching his shirt. He lowered his head. "It gets… hard sometimes..on its own...I don't understand it.."
"That’s completely normal. Your body is responding to hormones. It’s not something to be ashamed of. It happens, that’s how it works. " Anaxa replied, stroking the boys cheek as he watched him tremble under his hand.
"Even if it happens a lot and..now? I-I didn't mean to look.." Phainon asked, almost in a whisper now.
Anaxa felt a small smile tugging at his lips. He didn't know how they went from reading to biology but it didn't matter, he was enjoying it. "If anything ever hurts, or if something worries you, you can talk to me. Just don't tell your parents alright?"
Phainon opened his eyes once again and looked up at him and nodded. "Okay..It..um, hurts a bit now."
Anaxa casted his gaze downwards again, his penis was pushing up against the clothes he wore. It was definitely a boner, and seemingly fully erect, ah the youth. Getting fully erect that quickly, oh he wishes. He reached over, pushing his finger under the hem of Phainon’s shorts and pulling them down, enough for his underwear with star and spaceships to be on display.
Phainon’s breath hitched, fingers still gripping his own shirt. "T-teacher.."
Anaxa got up from his seating spot, moving closer to where Phainon was sitting. Watching him sit so politely, yet with his shirt even more wrinkled than earlier and shorts half-off. "Did you get hard from seeing my chest?" He questioned while reacting over to tug Phainon’s hands away from his shirt so it no longer creased.
Phainon nodded, embarrassed, his hands released the fabric as he looked at his teacher's face once more.
That was the answer Anaxa needed, he began to pull his shirt off, revealing his nude torso to the boy.
Phainon wanted to look away but couldn't, he was blushing hard as he watched. The adult body was so much more..bigger, in every sense. The curve of Anaxa's chest, his plump nipples, just the mere look of his skinny body made Phainon almost gasp.
"Do you want to touch? Here, use your right hand and wrap it around the bud, you can pinch or pull, or even put it in your mouth." Anaxa explained as he leaned closer.
Phainon nodded at the question and reached over almost immediately when told how to do it. He touched the bud with his index finger before flicking it with his thumb, closing the two fingers around the pink nipple. With his other hand he reached to grab the flat chest, there was nothing to squeeze but he still did so anyways.
"M-mouth?" He repeated, almost stunned. "Isn't that what babies do.." he mumbled while still twisting the nipple between his fingers, too gently to even be considered pleasurable.
Anaxa sighed at the touch, its been too long since he received any form of touch from someone that wasn't himself.
"Adults do it too because it feels good, put it in your mouth, close your lips and lick, want to try?"
Phainon let go of the nipple he was playing it and nodded once again, he leaned even closer, one hand on Anaxa's thigh so he could steady himself as he slightly raised his body to reach the mans chest. It still sounded like something a baby would do but he trusted Anaxa. His lips grazed over the nipple before he opened his mouth, engulfing it. It felt odd on his tongue, didn't taste like anything, but the moment he moved his tongue over the bud, the soft feeling of it was..still odd but somewhat interesting. He felt it grow stiffer between his lips as he sucked and clumsily licked. His saliva dripped down his lips the more he licked, going over every crease and the bud. His licks were slow and sloppy yet they managed to draw out a soft 'mh' from Anaxa's mouth. He grazed the top of it with his front teeth.
The sensation made Anaxa flinch, he brought a hand up and placed it on the back of Phainon’s head. "Just like that, you can bite on it too, not too hard." He whispered, glancing down at Phainon, he looked like a thirsty baby.
Phainon let the nipple settle in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it more as he continued to such even harder, his teeth closing in around the bud, not enough to hurt but enough for them to sink into the soft flesh. The hand on the back of his head only drew him in closer, his nose now pressing against Anaxa's chest, causing him to slobber over the man's chest more.
Anaxa's own penis began to stiffen in his shorts, though not still fully erect but enough for the clothes to rise. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as the boys greedy mouth continued to move.
Phainon was breathing loudly through his nose, face still burning but he didn't dare pull away, not until Anaxa removed his hand and leaned back. The nipple left his mouth with a soft, wet 'pop'. He panted afterwards.
Anaxa lowered his shorts along with his boxers, all in one swift motion, one moment they were fully on, the other they were around his ankles and the next, fully off. He was completely nude on the boy's living room floor now. He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it a few times to get it fully erect. He was a rather average size, but anything was bigger than Phainon’s. When his hand moved he let his cock sway side to side before it sprung upwards, it reached under his bellybutton. His cock was skinny hence why it looked bigger, he wasn't girthy.
Phainon locked his eyes onto his teachers penis, his blush spreading, if that was even possible at this point. "Teacher is so big.." he mumbled, watching how a 'real' penis looked, an adult one. He began to take his own underwear off, fully stripping, just leaving his shirt on. His penis twitched, it was so cute.
Anaxa watched the way it straightened, twitched and flopped side to side. He reached over and ran a finger over the boys shaft, then he reached over with both hands, gently gripping the base with one, while the other pushed his foreskin down with a swift motion.
Each and every touch made Phainon gasp and moan, his hips twitching upwards into the touch. How cute, how greedy.
Anaxa leaned down, he moved his hair behind his ears and took the boy's penis into his mouth, fully. It didn’t even reach the back of his mouth. His tongue was wider than it yet he still went on, giving Phainon his first blow job. His tongue wrapped around the shaft, licking up and down, then he moved it to the tip, pushing the tip of his tongue over the urethra.
Phainon had little to no time to react, his hands flew down to Anaxa's head, small hands gripping his green hair and messing it all up. His penis felt so warm and the sensation of it being licked was weird but it felt good. His thighs trembled the more Anaxa moved his tongue.
The position was, Phainon kneeling, sitting on his legs, Anaxa bent downwards, his ass up in the air, allowing him to take all of Phainon, his butt shaking in the air, pre-cum gushing out.
Phainon didn't have the time to look, his eyes were shut tightly as his penis was being 'eaten' by his teacher.
"T-teacher! A-A-Anaxa! I'm-I'm going to pe-ee!" His voice was breaking as he tried to get the words out, his grip tightened on Anaxa's hair. His penis felt warm, tingling, like something was about to come out. His thighs pressed together tighter as he bent his head down slightly. A moan drawing from in-between his lips as he ejaculated. After he was down, his hips thrusted upwards on instinct, riding down his high without even knowing what it was.
Anaxa swallowed, it wasn't urine, of course it wasn't. It was just very thick white fluid. He let the boy thrust into his mouth, he even helped him by licking the sides for a bit longer, not enough to overstimulate him. That would be too much for his first orgasm.
When Phainon’s hips settled, Anaxa pulled his penis out of his mouth.
"Good job, that was your first orgasm, it felt good didn’t it?"
Phainon breathlessly nodded, his penis, now limp, twitched. The praise felt sweet. He liked it. "I want to do it again teacher..please" he mumbled. It felt so good he wanted more of it, immediately.
Oh to have that amount of stamina. Anaxa would go crazy. He would usually cum once and immediately go and take a nap. Though that could be the reason he often drags out his orgasms or does them right before night-time. It always felt good bouncing on his dildo but now he had the real deal.
"Phainon, do you know what sex is?"
Phainon blushed and blinked. "Umm..umm, isn't that how babies are made."
"Yes, good job Phainon but sex is not just for reproduction, people have it for pleasure. Penetrative sex feels good for both people. It's when one person, inserts their penis into the hole of another."
Phainon listened, he nodded, not quite getting it still.
Anaxa moved on the carpet, thankfully it was soft, he bent over, his ass now facing the boy. "Which means, you will be inserting your penis, into my hole, think you can do it?"
Phainon stiffened as he watched his teacher move, the sight of his ass on full display made his penis twitch again as a reaction. The sight of his balls, perineum and anus was all very, interesting yet attractive to him.
"In..inside teacher?" He mumbled while looking at his butt. He reached over and gave one of the cheeks a sqeeze. It felt right to do so in the moment.
The other man nodded, he reached back and rubbed a finger against the rim of his hole. He was already stretched enough since last night and Phainon was..well, small, so he doubts he needs any prep at all but he'll do it anyways to indulge the younger, to give him a show. His finger slid inside with ease then he pushed in a second one, spreading his fingers apart while inside.
Phainon watched with his mouth agape, hand now lingering on Anaxa's thigh. He didn’t know where to look first. His teachers balls looked so heavy, his penis was so large and his hole..the way he was stretching it out only caused his face to redden more. "Teacher..my..my penis feels weird again" he said softly.
"Let it" Anaxa replied simply before withdrawing his fingers out of his anus. He placed a hand on his cheek and spread his ass. "Can you do it without teachers guidance? Put your hand on the length of your penis and place the tip of it against teacher's hole." Anaxa lowered his ass, so it would be reachable for Phainon, now almost fully laying on the floor.
Phainon did as told, he approached, gently grasping his penis, it was stiff again, he placed his tip against the opening and pushed inside. It was warm, warmer then his teachers mouth from earlier. He swallowed and moaned continuously.
"Good boy Phainon, you got it in. Now you have to move, move your hips backwards and then to the front, continously."
Phainon obeyed, he placed his hands on Anaxa's waist, one hand on each hip and began to move.
The movement was slow, not really aiming for anything just pulling in and out. It was hard to feel from it and especially due to his size yet Anaxa let him continue.
"You’re doing great Phainon" he complimented, tightening around the boys shaft.
Phainon’s brain was foggy from the pleasure, he continued to move, his hips unsteady, thrusts shallow yet it felt amazing to him. He leaned over, pressing his body against Anaxa's back, both hands noe wrapping around the man, like they would in a hug.
His pace quickened, aimlessly thrusting and moaning louder each time.
"Teacher.. it feels so good..so good!" He breathed, buckling his hips.
Anaxa let a moan slip past his lips as the boy tightened his hold on him, he reached over with his hand and began to stroke his cock.
It started to feel good. Phainon just needed a bit practice and a bit more to his length. He would've wanted to ride him instead but he figured since it was Phainon’s first time it would be for the best if he let him do it at his own pace at first.
Phainon was the first to ejaculate, he didn't pull out, of course he didn't. His thrusts became slower until they stilled completely, his penis still burried inside Anaxa's ass. He didn’t want to pull out. His penis twitched and his lips let out soft gasps and breaths.
Anaxa continued so stroke his cock for a bit longer until his muscles started to tighted. He could feel himself coming closer to an orgasm.
"Ah! Ah! I'm cumming!" He said as he came, loud moans drawing from his mouth. His hand continued to pump his cock even after he was done, letting every bit of semen seep out, that caused him to moan more until they just became soft noises. "Mm..mh.." his mouth stayed agape until his balls were empty. He lowered his hand, his dick twitched at the loss of contact and within a moment it grew soft. Anaxa's head was buzzing after the orgasm until he was able to come to his senses again.
"Phainon... pull out" he said while glancing back at the boy who was still wrapped around him.
Phainon reluctantly let go, he enjoyed listening to his teacher's moans more than anything. It even made him move his hips more but he too had grown soft, two orgasms for him seemed to be the limit for now. Eventually he let go of the man and let his penis slip out, he sat behind him.
Anaxa let out a breath when the boy's penis was finally out. He could feel his load spilling out of his hole, not that there was much of it anyways. He moved to lie on his side on the carpet, breathless.
"You did great Phainon."
Phainon moved closer to him.
"Thank you teacher..Can we..do it again someday?" He asked, fidgeting with his thumbs.
Anaxa glanced up at him.
"Of course, but remember our promise. No word about this to your parents, or anyone, okay?"
"Yes!" Phainon was quick to answer. "It'll be a secret between me and teacher Anaxa! I promise!"
"It's Anaxagoras" He said simply, yet he was too spent to lecture him about it again.