Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2020 16:09:53 +0100
From: Bareback Baby <barebackbaby@writeme.com>
Subject: you, a horny teacher (part 7)

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

You wake up to an empty bed. You stretch your limbs and sit upright,
scratching at your shoulder. You hear movement from the other room, and
drag yourself over to the doorway. Justin is moving about the kitchen like
he's always been here. Your heart feels full as you wonder how nice it
would be if he was always here.

"Good morning," you say.

"Morning," he says, flashing a quick smile as he returns his attention to
the stove.

You lean against the doorway and watch him for a moment.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks.

You chuckle. "Better than ever. You?"

He smiles at you as he sets a plate of eggs and bacon in front of you. "The
best."

You start eating, and he sits down across from you, doing the same. You
glance up at him with a sincere smile. "I wasn't aware you knew how to
cook."

"Neither was I," he admits sheepishly.

You rest your chin in the palm of your hand. "Did you look up tutorials
online just to impress me?"

"Maybe." He grins.

You smile at him. "Did you want to do anything in particular today?"

He shakes his head. "No, just spending time with you will make it the best
day ever."

You hum in thought. "How about some movies on the couch?"

"Sure."

You pick up your dishes and carry them over to the sink.

"I'll do the dishes," he offers, standing with his own pile.

You look at him with a raised brow. "You cooked. Proper protocol is that I
clean."

He pulls a face. "How old-fashioned..."

You chuckle, turning your attention to the sink. "Another perk of dating an
older man."

He rolls his eyes, but hands you a dish to wash. It's strangely domestic,
being in the kitchen with him, doing something so normal. You could easily
forget that you weren't just different in age, but that he was your
student.

As you're rinsing off the soap from the last dish, he wraps his arms around
your waist and leans against your back.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear.

You stiffen. Slowly, you smile down at your hands. "I love you, too."

He rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs happily. You turn off the
water and dry your hands, then wrap your arms around him, squeezing him
tightly to you. His lips are soft and yielding beneath your own. You both
stand in the cramped kitchen for some time, just kissing softly.

He breaks away, resting his forehead against yours. "Just want to be close
to you."

You step back and pull him with you. "Come on. We can be close on the
couch. You can pick what we watch first."

He smiles and nods eagerly, following you over and sitting down next to
you. You pick up the remote and turn on the TV, then hand hte remote to
him. He flips through the guide for a while before he perks up at the title
of a movie that's just about to start.

He looks up at you, grinning. "Do you like action movies?"

"I'll like this one." You put your hand over his and hit the button to go
to the channel.

You stretch out and get comfortable, and he immediately moves closer to you
to cuddle. You wrap an arm around him and kiss his temple, and he makes a
happy litlte sound as he settles in. He keeps perfectly still as the movie
starts, but when the first explosion goes off, he jumps and laughs.

"Sorry! I'm easily startled," he admits sheepishly, nuzzling into you.

You intertwine his fingers with your own. "Mmhm."

He rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes your hand. As the
explosions get bigger and more frequent, he holds your hand tighter and
tighter, cutting off your circulation. You don't mind. Frankly, it's
adorable. You keep your arm around him and watch the whole movie.

At the end, he turns to you with a grin. "That was so good!"

You laugh. "Yeah, I enjoyed it." You stroke your fingertips along his
arm. "What else is on?"

He shrugs. "Whatever you want to watch, I'm fine with. Or we could just sit
and talk." He rests his head on your shoulder and smiles up at you.

You reach over to grab the remote and turn the television off. "Tell me
about the girlfriend Kyle thinks you're with this weekend."

He bites his lip and looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

You lean down and kiss just behind his ear. "I'm curious what he thinks
your type is."

He laughs. "He's convinced I have a thing for redheads."

"Oh?" You kiss his cheek. "That's interesting."

He looks down, blushing, then back up at you. "I've, uh, only ever been
with one girl," he mumbles, "And she was a redhead."

His cheeks are bright red, and he looks embarrassed. You smile at him
tenderly.

You start to stroke his arm again with your fingertips. "What was she
like?"

His face goes through several different expressions before he manages to
settle on one. "She was... nice. I only dated her in middle school, though,
so we didn't know as much about... ourselves back then."

You hum in understanding. "I had four or five girlfriends before I came to
terms that I was gay."

He smiles a bit. "How did you come out? To your friends, I mean."

You shrug. "I didn't, really. I wanted to be a teacher, and I knew that if
I was openly gay, it was just going to make my career more difficult."

He looks up at you in wonder. "So, you sacrificed your relationships for
your career."

You nod. "I did."

He bites his lip and frowns a bit before looking up at you again. "Then why
are you risking your career for... me?"

You feign having to think just long enough to see him get nervous, then you
smile and kiss the top of his head. "You're special. To me."

His eyes go wide. "I am?"

You nod, then lean in to kiss him softly on the lips. He returns the kiss
eagerly and wraps his arms around your neck. You bring your hands up to cup
his face, deepen the kiss, and part his lips with your tongue.

He tastes like butter and salt, but the most prominent taste is the one
that's uniquely him. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him
close. He whimpers into your mouth and rocks his hips against yours. You
moan in response, and he pulls back a bit to grind against you.

You bite his lip gently. "I want you."

He whimpers and nods. You pull your shirt over your head, and he traces the
muscles in your chest and stomach with his fingertips. You groan softly,
running your fingers through his hair.

You slide out from under him to remove the rest of your clothing, then look
down at him. "Ready for a new position?" you ask as you leisurely stroke
yourself.

You guide him to sit upright on the couch, then pull him forward so his ass
is right on the edge of the cushion. You plant a quick kiss on his mouth
before you prop his legs up on your shoulders and start to nudge the head
of your cock against his ass while you bend him in half. His hands are
braced on the back of the couch, and he's looking at his knees with an
overwhelmed expression.

You kiss him on the back of one thigh. "Relax," you whisper, and he
nods. You caress his sides and the small of his back as you push in slowly.

When you're about halfway in, he starts to make high pitched whimpering
noises. You go a bit slower, and his noises quiet down a bit. When you're
all the way inside, he lets out a long, shuddering sigh and nods.

You pull out until only the head of your cock is still inside him, then you
slowly push back in. He grips the cushion so tightly his knuckles are
turning white. You pull out and bury yourself to the hilt. He closes his
eyes, taking a shuddery breath. You keep at a slow and steady pace, and he
begins to moan with each thrust. He starts lifting his ass slightly off the
couch to meet your thrusts.

You pick up the pace a bit, and he's panting. "Harder," he begs.

You oblige him, and his noises turn to pants. You lean in to kiss him, a
sloppy slide of lips and teeth that is mostly just you two panting into
each other's mouths as you start to go harder and faster. He's making a
steady stream of high pitched noises and words that don't form complete
sentences.

You all but fuck him into the couch, the cushions bouncing you both as you
pound into him. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm of it, in the heat
of him, the tightness of him, and his noises. He's crying out with almost
every thrust. Your thighs are really starting to burn, but his noises are
the best you've ever heard and you don't want it to end.

He grits his teeth and rams his hips back into yours, forcing you as deep
as you can go. You close your eyes and clench your jaw to keep from cumming
too soon, and go as deep and as fast as you can, driving into him with a
relentless rhythm. He presses his forehead into the back of the couch and
lets out a high pitched noise with every thrust. His noises get faster,
more urgent, and he's practically screaming now as you drive into him.

He lets out a hoarse scream as his ass clenches tightly around your cock
and he shoots streak after streak of cum across his own chest and
stomach. One particularly eager spurt hits him in the chin. You grit your
teeth and thrust into him a few more times before you can't hold back any
longer.

You cum, the world blurring at the edges. You brace a hand on the back of
the couch as you drive in deep and hold yourself there for a moment. Then,
you slowly slide out and slump over beside him. You lay there, catching
your breath and feeling the sweat drip down your back as you stare at the
ceiling.

"That was the best I've ever had," he whispers.

You give a hoarse laugh. "You seem to like it rough and hard... It's giving
me ideas."

He laughs softly. You slip your hand around the back of his neck and pull
him in for a kiss. He kisses you back, his lips and nose brushing against
yours as he smiles. Then, he tilts his head to the side, seeking more of a
connection. Your tongues meet, and you moan softly into his mouth.

You pull back and smile at him. "You're insatiable."

He chuckles. You brush your fingertips against his cheek and lean in for
another kiss. He kisses you back, and you can feel the smile against your
lips.

You hum and pat his side as you start to sit up. "I don't have the energy
for a full shower, but I need to rinse off or I'll feel disgusting all
day. Do you want a wash cloth too?"

He nods his head eagerly, and you grin. You wet a wash cloth with warm
water from the faucet. When you turn back around, he's watching you with
eager eyes, but biting his lip nervously. You raise your brow in silent
question as you walk back to him, holding out the cloth.

He takes it with a quiet thanks, but just continues to stare at you a
moment longer before he finally speaks. "What did you think of me when you
first saw me?"

You blink in surprise. "First saw you? As in, at the start of the school
year?"

He looks down, nodding.

You run your tongue over your teeth and stare up at the ceiling as you try
to remember. "I thought you were a good student. You took an immediate
interest in my class, and I was happy to not have to look at the room and
see a bunch of blank faces. It was nice to have someone paying attention."

He smiles softly, a little nervously. "What did you think of me?"

You hum and tilt your head to the side in thought. "I thought you were
cute," you admit.

He goes red and looks away.

You chuckle. "I knew I had a problem when you would stay after class to ask
me questions. I'd be disappointed whenever you didn't."

He bites his lip and drops his gaze to the floor. "Did you like me back
then?"

You purse your lips and think. "I don't know when it truly became a matter
of liking you. At first, I was just happy to have an interested student."
You shake your head. "I was drawn to you. I can tell you that much for
certain."

He smiles. You lean in for a kiss, and he meets you halfway.

As you pull back, he looks up at you with a soft expression. "I'll always
like you."

You smile at him and hold his chin between your thumb and forefinger. "I'm
glad."