Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 15:27:58 +0100
From: Bareback Baby <barebackbaby@writeme.com>
Subject: you, a horny teacher (part 2) (Revised)

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[][][]{ you, a horny teacher }[][][]

You don't find it awkward to see him at school on Monday, at least as not
as much as you expected. He continues to be your top student, and nothing
seems out of the ordinary.

It's Tuesday when you get home from work. The first thing that happens is
you hear the doorbell ring.

You open the door and freeze when you see Justin on your front porch, a
hood drawn to hide most of his face.

"Justin." You quickly pull him inside and shut the door behind you. "What
if someone saw you?"

He shrugs. "I figured it would be okay since it's starting to get dark."

You sigh, but you can't resist pulling him into your arms. "We have to be
careful. You understand this... what we've done is wrong, don't you?"

He nods against your chest, "I know, but I really want to be with you. This
is the first time I've ever felt so sure of something."

You lead him over to the couch and sit him down, then draw the blinds
before joining him. You cup his face in your hands and just look down at
him for a moment. "Are you certain this is what you want? We can't go on
dates or out to restaurants... I can't show you off, and you can't call me
your boyfriend."

You can see the disappointment in his eyes, but he nods. "I understand."

You sigh. "Justin..."

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. "I want to be with you. No
matter what."

You trail your hands down to his shoulders. "You are making it very hard
for me to say no to you."

His eyes widen a bit. "Do you mean...?"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for another
kiss. "I guess I'm not saying no." You sigh and hold him close while you
think aloud. "You're close friends with Kyle, right? How close are you?"

He mutters against your skin. "Close."

"Close enough that if you told him you had an older girlfriend you were
seeing, he would lie to your parents that you were spending nights at his
place if they asked?"

You feel him nod. You chuckle and gently push him down onto the
couch. "Then you and Kyle should talk tomorrow at school about your new
girlfriend."

"What should I tell him her name is?" He tilts his head up to look at you.

"Doesn't matter." You lean down to kiss him again. With one hand, you reach
down and unzip his pants, then pull his cock out.

You start slowly, kissing the tip before taking as much of it into your
mouth as you can. He tastes clean and a bit salty, but it's not bad. You
gently caress his balls and continues to work him with your mouth.

After a few minutes, he starts to get more into it. He tugs at your hair a
bit and makes these cute little whining noises. You feel him start to tense
up, and he lets out a little yell as his cock starts spraying his cum into
your mouth. You keep sucking him until he finishes and then swallow
everything.

He asks as you let his cock fall out of your mouth and wipe your
lips. "Did... Did you just swallow?"

You arch your brow up at him. "Would you rather I not have?"

He just shakes his head a few times as if in a trance before grinning. "I
can't believe that just happened."

You grin back at him and lean in to kiss him. "Now." You lean back against
the couch and fish out your own erection. "You just enjoy the afterglow."
You start to jerk yourself off. It won't take long. You're already leaking
with excitement.

"Can I...?" He starts to ask, reaching out hesitantly.

Your breath catches. "Go ahead."

He gently wraps his hand around it and starts to jerk you off in time with
your own. He's not too sure of himself, but it feels good.

"Oh fuck, just like that."

Soon, his other hand joins the first and he works them both up and down in
a steady rhythm. It's not long before you can feel the tingling rush of
blood and the telltale tensing of your muscles that precede your orgasm.

You let him know, and he redoubles his efforts until you finally cum,
shooting rope after rope of cum onto his face and chest. He keeps pumping
your shaft until you push his hands away.

"Sorry." You reach out to wipe his cheek with a swipe of your thumb. "I
should have warned you."

He just grins and licks his lips. "It's sticky, but I like it."

You chuckle. "How about a shower?"

He nods eagerly.

You lead him to the bathroom and start the shower. The two of you step in
and wash each other off, enjoying the sensation of the hot water against
your skin.

You look down to see him already hard again, and you chuckle. "Oh, to be
young again..."

He looks down and blushes. "I can't help it! It just happens when..." He
trails off, looking embarrassed.

You hum and gently take his shoulders in your hands, turning him around so
he faces the wall. "Brace yourself."

When he does, you lower yourself onto your knees behind him and pull his
cheeks apart, then lean in to lick his crack.  He gasps, and you hear his
breath catch.

You gently run your tongue up and down his crack, around his hole, then
back up again. You tease his entrance with the tip of your tongue before
slowly beginning to push it in. He lets out a moan, and his knees begin to
shake.

He groans. "Fuck, that feels good."

You gently dig your tongue in deeper, then slowly slide it out again before
going back to his entrance and circling it again. He pushes back against
your face, and you slip your tongue in a little deeper. When it's in as far
as you can push it, you wiggle it back and forth and slowly pull it back
out.

You hear him moan, and his knees start to shake even more.

"Do you like that?" You ask, not really needing to.

He can't seem to form words, so he simply nods quickly.

You grab his hips and go back to work, making sure to thrust your tongue in
as deep as you can. You gently squeeze his ass with your hands as your
mouth works. Every once in awhile, you gently nibble on his cheeks.

He lets out a gasp and you feel his knees buckle. You reach up to hold him
upright as you continue to run your tongue over his entrance.

Then, he lets out a shudder. You feel his entire body tense up in front of
you. He pushes himself against your mouth and you slide your tongue in as
far as it will go as he moans loudly.

"Oh fuck! I...!"

You feel his hole spasm around your tongue and he begins to cum, coating
the shower wall with his thick semen.

You pat his buttock as you stand. "How was that?" you whisper in his ear.

He lets out a sigh and sags against the wall. "Fuck me..."

You chuckle and give his ass a playful squeeze. "Maybe next time."

He lets out a sigh of mock disappointment.

The two of you finish up, and dry each other off. You can't remember the
last time you had so much fun in the shower.

You look at him as he towels his hair off. You feel ten years younger just
being near him. You let your eyes roam his teenager body.

You realize that you're starting to get hard again. You shake your head in
disbelief. You haven't had this strong of a sexual attraction to someone in
years.

You know the towel isn't hiding anything but you try to make your erection
less obvious. "You should go home before your parents get suspicious."

He nods and grabs his clothes. "Yeah, you're probably right."

You walk him to the door and stop him before he can leave. You pull him
into a kiss.

You mumble against his lips, "If you can get your friend Kyle to cover for
you, then come over and spend tomorrow night here."

"I'll try."

The two of you kiss one more time before he leaves. You watch him as he
walks to his car, and let out a long sigh.

You shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong.

But... why does it feel so good?

You flop down on your bed and unwrap your towel. Your cock springs up and
slaps against your stomach, eager and ready.

You close your eyes and imagine his lips wrapped around it.

You gasp and moan as you slowly slide your hand up and down your
length. You hear the slup, slup, slup of your own hand as you rapidly jerk
yourself toward release.

You're not going to last long, and you know it. Your balls are tight
against your body, filled to the brim with hot semen. They want release,
but not quite yet.

In your mind's eye, you see his body: the curve of his ass, the set of his
shoulders, the muscled lines of his back.

"Don't stop, please! I'm so close." You plead with yourself.

You grit your teeth and bear down, muscles tensed and body quaking.

"Justin!" You moan as jets of semen fire from your cock and splatter
against your belly.

You lie still and feel the tired relaxation that always follows an
orgasm. You reach down and smear your cum against your skin, imagining it's
his fingers you feel.

You show up at school the next day, ready to be his teacher again. You
won't have dirty thoughts about your student, you tell yourself. You can
keep yourself under control for one class.

You know you shouldn't do this, but you can't stay away. Maybe it's because
he's so young and innocent looking.

You try to keep yourself occupied at your desk. Justin is, as usual, the
first student in his class to arrive. You glance up at him and quickly back
down.  He sits down in his seat and cracks his knuckles. You can hardly
look at him, he's so beautiful. Your mind is filled with perverted thoughts
that you know you would regret if you carried them out.

You are hard. Oh, fuck, you're hard, and you have to stand in front of the
class for the lecture. What can you do? How can you make this go away? You
think about things like old people or food. Nothing is working. You don't
have time for these shenanigans, you have a lecture to give.

You shift yourself in your pants to tuck your erection so it's less
obvious, then make a brisk walk to the faculty restroom. Luckily, there's
no one in the restroom. You lock the door to a stall and sit down.

You have to get through this, some way. You reach down and grasp your
shaft, trying as hard as you can to ignore what you're doing and who you're
doing it to.  You begin to pump your hand slowly up and down your length,
but it only brings you pain and no relief. It's just too obvious who you're
thinking about while you do this.

You groan and fling your arm against the door in anger. This is
torture. You can't take it.

You try something you heard about once: you clasp your hands together and
try to flex the muscles in your arms as hard as you can. Sure enough,
within ten seconds, the blood flow shifts from your cock to your biceps and
the erection wanes.

You quickly take the opportunity to tuck yourself between your legs, then
hurry back to your classroom before the bell rings.

The lecture goes well. You manage to focus on your job and not the burning
desire that still lingers in your mind.

Right after it's over, the students all stand up and begin to leave. You
linger in your seat, rubbing at your forehead with one hand and gripping
the edge of your desk with the other.

As soon as you get home, you are ordering a cock ring. Whatever it takes to
keep your erection under control. You're not some horny teenager, after
all. You don't need to be distracted by sexual thoughts every five minutes.

"Sir? The class is over. Are you feeling alright?"

You look up to see that it's just you and Justin left in the room. He's
giving you a concerned look, but you doubt that you're hiding anything from
him.

You give a strained smile. "I'm just considering something I'll need to
purchase later, Mr. Rowley." You shouldn't, but you ask. "Do you have
anything fun planned after school today?"

He smiles. "Yeah, I'm hanging out with my buddy Kyle tonight."

Of course, you both know that is just code for he will be seeing you
tonight.

You try to act nonchalant. "Oh, that sounds nice."

His smile widens. You can tell he knows what you are thinking. He's
probably thinking the same thing.

"Yeah," he responds. He turns and heads for the door, but before he gets
there he stops and looks back at you. "Just so you know, I'm totally
looking forward to our next lesson."

You just nod in response. He winks at you and leaves the room. You sit at
your desk and put your face in your hands.

Fuck, you can't wait until tonight.