Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2020 02:59:23 +0100 From: Bareback Baby Subject: you, a horny teacher (part 1) Be sure to donate to nifty to keep new stories cumming :) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html i would love to hear from you, so email me and tell me what you like, and i'll let you know if i post any new stories about it... :)!! barebackbaby@writeme.com [][][][][][]{ you, a horny teacher }[][][][][][] You are in the middle of grading papers when someone walks into the classroom. You look up to see Justin Rowley standing in the doorway, his hair bleached blond at the tips and dark near the nape of his neck. It's a new look for him, and it's one that suits him very well. Justin has always been a student you've noticed more than the others. Maybe it's the way he's always paying attention in class. It's a good lie to tell yourself to pretend that it's not something deeper than that. You lean back in your seat. "May I help you, Mr. Rowley?" He smiles nervously. It makes his already boyish looks even cuter. "Yeah. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of going to the fair after school." You raise your brow. "That seems highly inappropriate." His face falls. "Please? It's just the county fair." You know better. You really do. But instead of maintaining the distance you should, you chuckle. "Okay, but you'll have to write a four-page essay on the societal value of country fairs." "Great!" He flashes a thumbs up. "I'll see you at 4!" He backs out of the room and waves sheepishly before walking away. You turn your attention back to the stack of papers in front of you. It sounds like a date, but it's not, you tell yourself. But what else could it be? He didn't need any extra credit. His grades in your class were always perfect. For a while you just sit there and try to convince yourself that this is a normal thing between a teacher and his top student. It was just a reward for good grades. That's all. You almost have yourself convinced of that, but when four-o-clock rolls around, you're faced with a surprise. Justin walks in, dressed in a cheap suit that's ill-fit to his tall, lean body. He smiles nervously as he fidgets with his sleeve. You remove your glasses and fold them, trying to look at him with the eyes of a teacher and not your own. You try not to think about what he'd look like in a suit that actually fit. You try not to imagine the material stretched across his young body. "Where did you get that? Are you sure that's what you want to wear to a county fair?" His face falls like a kicked puppy. "I... Yes, sir. I just wanted to look nice for you." You shake your head. "This isn't a date, Mr. Rowley. This is an educational excursion." He looks defeated, and you can't help yourself. "If it helps, you do look nice." His freckled cheeks are dusted with a rosy blush as he smiles brightly. "Thanks!" "Now, wait for me outside while I finish up here." He nods and hurries out of the room and down the halls. You turn to your desk and brace yourself against it as you clench your eyes shut. This is a huge mistake. But how could you back out now? He is so excited. You can't stand that hurt expression he makes when you try to push him away. You try to regain your composure by straightening your desk. You are determined to not cross a line you can't uncross. It's just one evening at a public event. Nothing is going to happen, not with so many people around. Justin is waiting outside the school, and his face lights up when he sees you walk out. He follows you to where your car is parked, and You open the passenger door. "Thanks." He grins as he slides in, and one of his leg jitters as he buckles himself in. You go to the driver's side and put on your own seatbelt, then start the car. "So, Mr. Rowley, I--" He interrupts. "Can you call me Justin? I mean, we're not at school, so..." You keep your eyes focused on exiting the parking lot. "All right." You can't help the softness in your voice as you say his name. "Justin." You swallow thickly and continue. "Justin, I was wondering what prompted you to want to go with a teacher to the fair." He's quiet for a moment before he replies nervously. "I just thought it would be fun. I don't get to see you outside of school. So I guess I was curious what you're like as a normal person." "I'm still your teacher." You say it more to yourself than him. "I know." He almost sounds disappointed as he says it. You try to shift the topic for your own sake. "What do you do in your spare time?" "Not much, really. I like to read and watch TV in my spare time." "What shows?" There is a long pause before he replies. "You'll laugh at me." You glance at him and smile. "I might." His face is bright red as he speaks in a shy, nervous voice. "I like those stupid reality TV shows where people hook up." You don't know what to say. You think for a moment before you finally settle on a question. "I assume you got into them by watching them with your girlfriend?" He shakes his head. "No." You swallow and grip the steering wheel. "None of the girls in your class catch your eye?" You shouldn't be asking this, but it's too late. The words have already been spoken. "I'm..." He looks down at his lap and plays with his fingers. "I'm not interested in girls." You feel a rush of excitement followed by shame. No. This didn't suddenly make things okay. It made things worse. But you're curious now, so you ask. "A boyfriend, then?" He nods. "Yeah. His name is Ashton. He's in my biology class." You nearly slam on the brakes. Your breath catches in your throat and you try to keep yourself calm. This is good, you tell yourself. This is a good thing. "Well, that's good. I'm glad to hear it." After a moment of silence, he giggles. You frown at the road. "What?" "I can tell you're lying." Your heart jumps and you grip the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white. "Why would I be lying?" He smiles coyly and shrugs. "I dunno." After another moment of silence, he looks at you again. "Are you okay?" You nod. "Yes. I'm just... confused. If you have a boyfriend, then why aren't you going to the county fair with him instead?" He shrugs. "I wanted to go with you." You bite your tongue as you struggle to keep your feelings under wraps. This should be a good thing... but you just feel... jealous. "I see." You try to keep your voice level. "He must be very understanding of your feelings if he's okay with you going to the fair with someone else." "He is. He'd want me to have a good time, even if it wasn't with him." "That's very understanding and trusting of him." You frown and try to think of something else to talk about. Now that you know he has a boyfriend and just sincerely wanted to spend time with you as a student and a teacher, you're disappointed. You hate admitting it to yourself, but you're actually a little upset. Did he really not see how someone would get the wrong idea? Justin was a smart kid. He had to know how this looked... "Are you sure you're okay?" You snap at him more than you mean to. "Yes. I'm just thinking." "It's fine. I do it all the time." "You do?" He smiles and shifts in his seat to angle himself toward you. "I think about you a lot." You feel the color drain from your face and your heart begins to race again. "What?" He nods. "Yeah. I have a crush on you." You nearly swerve off the road. "What?" He nods again, his face a deep shade of red. "What about your boyfriend? Ashton?" He laughs nervously and looks away. "He's just a friend. I don't have a boyfriend. I just wanted to see how you'd react." You're speechless. Your mouth hangs open as you struggle to comprehend what he has just admitted. Just to be sure, you ask. "You don't have a boyfriend?" He shakes his head. "Nope." You pull the car over and shift it into park. Now that you have his attention, you take a deep breath and let it out. "Justin..." You rub your hand over your face. "I could lose my job over this." He hesitates before he reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. "I can keep a secret." His voice is almost a whisper. You laugh. "You came to my classroom in a suit and we left together to go to a public place. How is that keeping a secret?" His hand jerks back. "I... I dunno. I was just desperate to get your attention." "Well, you have my attention." You look at him, and not as a teacher. He has just a hint of peach fuzz growing along his chin. You noticed it starting to grow in a couple months ago. You also noticed over the year that he kept outgrowing his clothes, and sometimes he'd come to school in shorts that were too small... too tight. You sigh. "I don't think I can stop myself if we go down this path." "Then don't," he says, pulling you in for a kiss. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment as you allow your lips to move against his. He tastes like wild berries, a sweetness that fills you with delight and wonder. As he parts his lips slightly, you follow his lead and press your tongue through, touching his gently as it dances around his mouth. You draw back for air and smile. "Yes. I want this. I want you." "Good." He grins. "I was getting sick of waiting." He places his hand on your thigh and slowly slides it up toward your crotch. You gasp as he grips at your dick and begins to massage it. You moan softly as you thrust against his grip and run your fingers through his hair. He whispers in your ear. "Take me back to your place. I want you to fuck me like I've always wanted you to." You smile and nod eagerly. "Let's go." You put your car in drive and pull out onto the road once more, heading toward your house while he continues to fondle you. "I want to see this dick," he says, licking his lips. You nod and slowly reach down toward your pants. You unfasten them and pull out your mostly hard cock, giving it a few strokes to full hardness. You glance over and see Justin staring at it with wide eyes, licking his lips like a hungry dog. "Wow... It's so big. And so hard." You chuckle. "Well, you're attractive." You feel his hand wrap around your cock, and you stifle a moan. He shifts in his seat so that he's facing more toward you, and leans in. Your lips meet and his tongue forces its way into your mouth as his hand begins to stroke up and down. You reach down to grab his dick and you are not surprised to feel that it's already hard. You begin to stroke it in time with his motions on your own cock. He breaks the kiss and his voice is heavy with desire. "I want that dick inside me. I want you to fuck me." "That's what I had in mind." You gesture with one hand. "Get in the back seat." His eyes go wide. "Seriously? Here? You sure?" You nod. "Positive." "Really?" He sounds both elated and nervous. "Yes. But stay down. Don't want you getting spotted." "Okay." He crawls between the seats and lays down on the back seat, eagerly tearing his own clothes off. You pull down your pants and underwear all the way to your ankles, then lean over the seat and unlace your shoes. You pull them, your socks, and your pants off, then roll a condom down your dick. You open the door and get out of the car. It's a bit cooler out here, but it's really not uncomfortable. You walk over to the back of the car and open the hatch. Justin peeks up at you from the floor, then sits up. He leans against the back seat and spreads his legs wide, giving you a great view of his pucker. You squeeze some lube onto your fingers and gently rub it around his hole. He whimpers. "Be gentle." You chuckle and slide your middle finger in up to the knuckle. He bites his lip and his face twists slightly, but he doesn't say anything else. You slide it in and out a few times, watching his face for any sign of pain. Seeing none, you slide a second finger in and begin to move them both in and out. After a few moments, you add a third finger and he closes his eyes and bites his lip once more. You wait until he's relaxed before widening you fingers and beginning to move them in and out more quickly. "How does that feel?" You ask in a soft voice. His voice is strained. "Good." "Ready for more?" "Yeah." You remove your fingers and line up your cock, pressing it up against his hole. You press in against it, but don't push through--you don't want to hurt him. You lean forward and kiss Justin deeply, then begin to push forward gently. His ass stretches wide around your girth, taking your entire cock into its hot depths. You keep going until you are completely buried in his ass, then you begin to slide back out. You set up a slow but steady pace, thrusting in and out. He grips your shoulders with both hands. "Fuck me harder." You are more than happy to oblige, quickening your pace. You lean forward and grab his thin waist, pulling out until just your tip is inside before slamming it back in. He reaches one hand down and begins to furiously jerk himself off. You reach forward and slap his hand aside, seizing his cock in your own hand and pumping in time with your thrusts. You reach your free hand over and twist his left nipple. He groans but doesn't say anything, instead beginning to hump back against you. You reach your hand around his neck and pull him back, slamming into him as hard as you can. He grunts with every thrust, his face turning a deep red. "I'm gonna... gonna..." With a gasp and a moan, he comes, spurting semen all over his chest. You keep fucking him through his orgasm. A few moments later, you pull out of him. You stroke yourself even though there's no chance you'll go soft. "Turn over." He flips over, getting on all fours. You grab him by his hips and pull him back against you, thrusting into him. You smack his buttock, then do it again, and again, each time your hand smacking into yielding flesh. He lets out a moan with each smack. You lean forward and bite his ear, then reach around and mess with his cock again. Your other hand slides around his hip, sliding over his belly and downward. Your finger brushes over his balls. His knees begin to shake and his whole body begins to shudder. "I think I'm gonna..." He gasps. "Cum." You smack his ass hard. Justin lets out a deep groan as he cums again. His whole body shudders hard as you keep thrusting into him, not letting him recover. His knees buckle and he collapses, only just stopping himself from falling onto his face. His ass clenches tightly around your cock, and with a grunt you let loose, releasing deep inside of him. "Fuck." He sighs, shaking. You slip out of him and fall onto the floor, panting. Justin rolls over and tries to get his breath back. You're not sure if this was a good idea, but you know one thing for certain: you don't regret it.