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Tom was bored in class. He had his head down on his desk while watching his teacher walk around and write things on the board. He couldn’t help but admire the man's beauty. He wasn’t like any of the other teachers; he was very different, and if Tom could, he would bend him over the desk and fuc-
"Tom!" The younger male was taken out of his trance as he heard a familiar voice call his name and slam their hand on his desk, making his head spring up.
"You have to stop falling asleep in my class, Tom. Everyone's gone. You're the last one here," he heard the older man say as he watched him walk back to his desk, staring at his ass the whole time. "Sorry, Bill, I can’t help falling asleep. Your class bores me." Tom said, shrugging his shoulders, "Well, sorry, I can't make math fun for you, but you can leave now."
"What if I don’t want to leave? There's nothing interesting or fun at my house anyway, so I have time." Tom said with a sly smirk, "Just because you have time doesn’t mean I do so; unless you're going to quietly do work in a corner, you can go home." Bill said, not looking away from his papers once, "Don’t you want to play a fun game, Bill?" Tom said seductively, "No, I don’t want to play a game; I have work to do." Bill said now, getting annoyed by the younger male, "You're always working anyway. Just take a small break and play a short game with me, and then I'll go home and leave you alone. Tom said with a playful smile
"If I play this one game, you’ll leave me alone?" "Yep, just one game." Bill stopped for a second to ask himself, ‘Is this a good idea?’ and he fully agreed that this was the worst idea ever. "Sure, I'll play." Bill said, getting up from his chair and sitting on the desk instead, "So how do I play?" Bill asked, staring at the dreadlocked male in front of him, "It’s pretty simple. I’m going to touch a part of your body, and you're going to say what I’m touching and what part of my body I'm using to touch it, ok?" Bill raised his eyebrow at Tom and asked, "Are you sure that this is a real game? Who taught you how to play this?"
"No questions," Tom said, taking off his bandana and tying it around his eyes. "What are you doing?" Bill shrieked out, "Calm down; it’s for the game; I won't hurt you." "Yeah, but I don’t trust you." Bill got no response to what he said, but instead he squeaked as he felt a pair of firm hands grip his waist. "What am I touching?" Tom asked, starting to move his thumbs in small circles on Bill's waist, making Bill let out a small whimper.
"You're touching my waist with your hands." "Correct! See how good you are at this game!" "Yeah, I guess—oh!" Bill grabbed Tom's shoulders and tried to pull away, but Tom's grip was strong on his waist. "What are you doing?" "What am I touching?" Tom said, ignoring Bill's question. "You're kissing my neck; I don't like it." Bill said he was trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't, letting out another squeak as Tom moved his hand down to his crotch and palmed him through his tight jeans. "What am I touching?" Tom said he was starting to undo Bill's jeans. "W-Wait, Tom, we can't," Bill said, trying to push Tom away again only to have a pair of rough lips smash against his The kiss was hot, fast, and sloppy.
Bill didn't even have time to process it before Tom's tongue was exploring his whole mouth. Bill let out a desperate whimper into the kiss as Tom pulled down his pants along with his boxers, breaking the kiss and turning Bill around. "Tom, please, we really can't." Bill whimpers again as Tom sucks and bites his neck. "Don't leave any bruises—ah!" Bill cried out as he felt Tom's cold, wet finger circle around his entrance: "Why do you have lube in your pocket?" "For times like this," he says as he pushes into Bill, making him cry out from the sudden intrusion. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird, especially since he hadn't done this before.
And before Bill knew it, Tom already had three fingers working in him, and he really felt the stretch. "No more, pl-ease." Bill whimpered and cursed himself for having such a sensitive body. "I think you can take a bit more." Bill's eyes widen as he hears the sound of shuffling and a zipper being pulled behind him.
He hears Tom squirting lube on his hand. A groan follows behind. He can only assume Tom is stroking himself. He feels it against his ass. He feels it rub up and down his crease. "Tom" is all Bill can nervously say before he feels the tip at his entrance. "Don't do this. I-I'm your teacher. we can't." He desperately tries to reason with the boy. "Its ok. It will be our naughty little secret." That was the last thing Bill heard before Tom started to intrude into his body with a low moan, and all Bill could do was whimper at the new feeling.
Tom was big, that's one thing for sure, and Bill doesn't have a problem with that, but his problem was that Tom was balls deep in him even though he was his student, and his other one was that he couldn't do anything to stop it; he was helpless and couldn't even see. Tom eventually started thrusting into him at a fast, steady pace, making Bill cry out from the pleasure. "You're so tight, Mr. K." Bill was too caught up in pleasure to even reply; he was in his own world, his mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't think straight. "P-Please no" was all he could whimper out as Tom fucked him harder and positoned himself to hit his prostate dead on with each thrust.
"T-Tom, please," he said, but Tom didn't stop; instead, he took his hand and slowly slid it down from his chest to his stomach and to his groin and started to stroke him with slow, frustrating strokes. Bill couldn't handle this for much longer; this was too much; he was overwhelmed; he couldn't take all this stimulation all at once. "Fu-ck too much!" Bill cried out as Tom started to deliver hard, deep thrusts into his shaking body while gripping his waist with all his strength, sending Bill over the edge and cumming onto his desk, riding out his orgasm.
Bill stayed bent over the desk, letting Tom use him to find his climax, which didn't take too long as he came deep inside Bill a few minutes later, then gently pulled him out, causing Bill to whimper at the sudden loss. "See, that game wasn't so bad, was it now?" Bill didn't even bother to respond to Tom; he just looked back at him and flipped him off.