Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2008 23:30:43 +0100 From: Michael Butterfield Subject: Hollyoaks: Extra Tuition pt3 Heres where i get all disclaimy. None of the characters in this story are gay (or real for that matter), the rights are owned by whoever owns them, you must be this tall to read the story, do not operate heavy machinery whilst reading the story. There. Read it, enjoy it, then tell me how much you enjoyed it... "Laisser l'amour fraternel continue" Monday morning- the start of another glorious week at Hollyoaks High. Russ, or as the kids know him, Mr Owen, is prepping to cover a French class. He's dressed head to toe as his usual dapper self, making sure not to get chalk dust on his new waistcoat. He likes to make an effort, does Russ. Most of the other teachers can seldom bother to put on a tie. Although some of the cockier lads in his classes never fail to mention he looks like a `right banker', Russ knows he always looks good. He's almost bored of all the attention he gets from his female students and colleagues. Almost. "La cécité n'est pas une excuse pour mauvais cheveux" Russ is standing in an empty classroom at the blackboard with one hand in his pocket, writing in flouncy lettering in blue chalk, but his mind is elsewhere. He knows a certain student is due to join him soon for this lesson. And it's because of that certain student that Russ has not been able to focus on anything all week. Not since last Tuesday night, when he'd given the student some extra tuition. And it wasn't exactly the type of tuition that's widely recognised by the education system. "Le singe a volé son slip" He stops writing mid sentence. His eyes close, almost as if he's drifting off... All he can hear is the sound of his own breathing... He's back in his dining room... three young men surround him, but only one of them is getting his full attention... Back in the classroom, Russ is completely unaware that he's begun to rub himself, hard. As he continues to relive that night in his head, remembering pounding his student Josh on the table, he shudders, and his eyes open. He's back in the classroom, but still unaware of the protruding hard-on in his grey pinstriped trousers. He takes a quick deep breath to try and reawaken himself, and carries on writing stuff off the top of his head onto the blackboard. "Les services de fortune le courageux" he writes. But his concentration quickly wavers again. Closing his eyes to see Josh Ashworth right in front of him, being inside of him, and the look of pure bliss on his face as Russ continues pound away at his tight hole. Again he starts to rub his hard dick through his trousers, holding himself up with one hand on the blackboard. His dick is straining to get out as he begins to squeeze his shaft through his tight trousers. His fly is about ready to burst open. He goes to unzip it when suddenly- `Ahem' `Shit!' he exclaims, his hand slips away from the board and he stumbles slightly. He readjusts himself to see who it is standing in the doorway. Score. Russ licks his lips, taking it all in, slowly. Starting with the woman's million dollar legs as she puts her hands on her killer hips, with his lecherous eyes he keeps moving up her body, which through her slinky executive clothes is undeniable proof that there is a God. Up past her perfect breasts in that tight silky blouse, up to her stunning face. She's a heart-stopping woman with a Cupid's bow mouth and ice blue eyes. In other words, she's trouble. Also known as Francis Robinson, the secretary. `Well bonjour, monsieur' Francis says mockingly, as she seductively slinks into the classroom towards Russ. She runs a finger across the blackboard as she makes her way towards him, leaving a line behind her. `Caught me red handed then, eh Fran?' Russ says sidling right up to her. She looks down at his chalky hands. `Well, more like blue handed actually'. He smiles. `You smell delicious as ever Miss Robinson- what are you wearing today?' Russ asks. `Not much' she replies. He glances her up and down again, `I can see that'. `So what's all this?' she enquires looking up at his fancy handiwork on the board, `covering for Mr Malinger again?' She puts a well manicured hand on his broad chest. `Probably for the best' Russ says quite seriously, as she begins to finger his tie's knot, `the idiot drunk is a complete waste of space. He couldn't teach his way out of a paper bag. So I volunteered'. `Yes, I hear you're quite the linguist' she says, now stroking his tie, `Heard you can speak five different tongues, Mr Owen' `Oh you'd be amazed by what I can do with just the one, Francis...' She giggles and he slides an arm around her petit waist and kisses her neck so softly he barely touches her skin- enough to make her tremble. `You see' he says whispering, continuing to caress her neck, `the thing they're afraid to teach them about French is the sensuality of the language'. She gasps as he suddenly pushes her now jelly-like back against the blackboard. `I mean, they make it all about vowels and, inflections...' he says as his hard-on aches against her groin, pinning both her arms above her so she can't move. `...but no one ever talks about the way language tastes, the way it feels' he says, nibbling on her ear lobe, `the way it rolls over your tongue' Russ says as he proceeds to gently lick her slender neck. Her eyes roll up. `Oh God Russ...' she breathes heavily. He lowers his hand down her body, over her breasts. She shudders. He gently bites her smooth neck as he slides his hand down her short skirt, and is just about to delve deeper when- `Wey hey! Nice one Sir!!' comes the lone voice of an excited A-leveler. Russ jumps back so fast he nearly slams Francis's head against the blackboard. They look towards the door, readjusting themselves hurriedly, as more and more excited students gather around the door way in a buzz of frenzy, as if they've all uncovered a golden treasure trove. And indeed they have. `Oh my God Sir!' `No way?!' `Errr that's sick!' Holding her head as low as possible, with her hair covering her glowing red face, Francis Robinson quickly pushes her way through the growing crowd of animated teens by the door, and totters down the hallway, sounding like a cantering horse in Jimmy Choos. Russ quickly grabs his jacket from the back of his chair and holds it strategically over his trousers. `Alright settle down you lot' Mr Owen says firmly- but it doesn't make much difference. `I heard she was a slag Sir!' `I didn't know you two were an item Mr Owen!' `Will that sorta stuff be in the final exam Sir!' Russ is trying his best not to just knock one of them out to shut the rest up. He contemplates cancelling the class altogether when suddenly, Josh makes his way to the front of the crowd. They exchange a look of surprise. Russ instantly knows what he wants to do. He looks into those beady eyes of Josh's. All the noise of the kids drowns away, and his aching cock twitches. He couldn't possibly. Not now. Not with everyone here. He tries to snap out of it and slams the door shut in Josh's face. Russ's heart is still racing, his groin burning for relief- relief that he tried to get rid of only moments ago. But he knew deep down that she wasn't what he really needed. He feels like a trapped animal- even pacing the classroom like it's his own sexual cage. His heart sunken, Josh watches Mr Owen through the small window and wonders what on Earth he just missed. Russ stops pacing and looks back at Josh through the pane of glass. There's no other option. He swings open the door and stands in the door way. `We won't tell anyone! Honest Russ!' shouts Michaela McQueen over everyone else. But Russ doesn't take any of their bait. He simply looks around, and calmly says, `Josh, could you give me a quick hand'. Russ grabs him by the arm and pulls him into the classroom. The class ring out a cry of annoyance as Mr Owen shuts the door on them again, takes out a key from his pocket and locks it. As the obligatory banging on the door begins, Russ completely ignores them, pulls down the small blind on the doors window, and turns towards his handsome young student. Mr Owen bounds towards Josh in two great strides, grabs the back of his head and kisses him passionately. `I thought you just wanted a hand job, Sir?' a shocked Josh says before Mr Owen slams him against the blackboard. `Well' Mr Owen replied fiercely, `you were wrong'. The kids outside the door were making such a racket that they didn't hear the sound of Josh being slammed against the blackboard. Inside the classroom, Russ continues where he left off with Francis- only this time he's enjoying the taste of Josh's flesh much more, the smell of his hair, the sound of his moans... `Quite frankly young man,' Mr Owen says grabbing Josh by his tie, moving him away from the blackboard, `I'm about ready to explode', rubbing his hands over Josh's chest and staring at him with a devilish grin. `Really?' says Josh looking down nervously at his teacher's lecherous hands, `explode?' Mr Owen pushes him against the desk with such force a pot of pens crashes on the floor. `Hope you're up for it' says Mr Owen running his hands down Josh's body, to his crotch, squeezing it hard. `Erm yes I'm suddenly *very* up for it' Josh gasps as Mr Owen teases his hard prick through his school trousers. Josh looks over worriedly towards the noisy door `It's just um...' Josh struggles to talk properly whilst his teacher gropes and kisses him, `isn't this a bad idea? I mean isn't this a bit-' Russ suddenly grabs Josh's jaw and kisses him full on the lips, with plenty of tongue. `-close?' finishes Josh in a trembly voice as Mr Owen detaches his lips from Josh's. `Just keep your mouth shut and take off your belt' orders Mr Owen, in the same matter-of-fact tone he tells his students to take out their books and pens.As Josh takes off his belt as quick he can with such shaking hands, Mr Owen pushes Josh's school blazer off his shoulders and throws it behind him onto the floor. Mr Owen then immediately starts to unbutton Josh's school shirt, still completely oblivious to the noise of Josh's classmates just meters away from them.`Seriously sir,' Josh whispers, `this is such a bad idea!' Russ breathes heavily as he undoes the last of Josh's shirt buttons. Mr Owens's eyes bulge hungrily at the sight of his favourite student's incredibly ripped torso that he's been gagging to see again since last week. Unable to stop himself, he moves Josh's school tie out of the way in order to lick Josh's body- from his treasure trail, over his firm, bumpy abdomen, and up further to circle his small erect nipples with his skilled tongue. Mr Owen continues up further still to his handsome young face and they lock in a passionate embrace and kiss each other hard, as they rub their hands up and down each other's backs. Josh has his eyes closed, feeling his racing heart thump hard against his teachers firm chest. He hears the sound of Russ undoing his own zip. Russ suddenly stops kissing Josh and says `You really got under my skin the other night, you little prick' and with that Mr Owen pushes Josh down onto his knees, and shoves Josh's face onto his enormous dick so forcefully Josh practically chokes on it. Mr Owen clenches his teeth as he grabs a hold of Josh's soft long brown hair and repeatedly slams his cock down the back of Josh's hot wet throat. But Josh immediately begins to gag terribly. He grabs hold of Mr Owens's large muscular thighs for support but it doesn't help. As much as the thought of getting twatted in the face by the man of his dreams was incredible, this was fucking uncomfortable, Josh thought. Fortunately for Josh though, it doesn't last long. Mr Owen quite frankly doesn't give a shit if Josh chokes for a bit- as long as he cums asap that's all that matters. But he quickly becomes impatient- he knows he needs something tighter to pound... `Sorry prick, I'll have to speed things up a bit here.' and he withdraws his cock from his student's wet mouth. Josh looks relieved for the sudden rest. But Mr Owen quickly decides to make the most of his now dripping wet cock. He suddenly pulls Josh up by his tie and hoists Josh up onto his desk. He see's Josh forgot to unzip his fly and looks annoyed at him, and goes to unzip it when- `No don't Sir- it's already broken! Don't make it worse' Josh pleads. Mr Owen raises an eyebrow at him and rolls his eyes. `Fine' he simply says, and holds Josh's legs up in the air to get a good view of his arse, and swiftly grabbing a pair of scissor from the desk tidy, he skilfully cuts a hole in the material right where his butt crack is. `Fucking hell, Sir!' Josh exclaims, worried that he'd almost been stabbed in the arse with a pair of scissors. `I told you to keep your mouth shut' Mr Owen retorts, getting more frustrated with him. Josh sits up and looks at the new hole in both his trousers and pants, `you nearly cut me a new arse hole Russ! I mean Sir!' Josh adds hurriedly, looking more worried at offending Russ than having the large new hole in his trousers and pants. `Keep still and stop fidgeting for fucks sake' Mr Owen orders as he pushes Josh back down onto the desk easily with one hand, and positions his dripping dick onto Josh's asshole with the other. But just as Russ is about to slam his meat inside of Josh, there's a knock at the door and the voice of another teacher- `Mr Owen? Is everything alright in there?' Russ completely ignores it but again Josh sits bolt upright and looks terrified at the door. `Fuck! There's a teacher right there!' whispers Josh, scared stiff. Mr Owen growls with anger. `That's it' he says as he slams Josh down again with one hand, causing Josh to yell in pain as his head bangs on the table. `What was that? Russell?' comes the teacher's voice outside. `Yes Jerry, everything's fine' replies Mr Owen calmly, `just putting up a few things up' he says, taking out a staple gun from a drawer, placing the end of Josh's tie onto the table and suddenly stapling it to the wooden desk. `Ah right, okay, see you later Mr Owen!' cries the teacher outside, and he's gone. Josh's looks over to his now stapled tie, and realises he can't now get up. `There, that'll stop you from fidgeting' smirks Mr Owen devilishly. `Did I mention this was a bad idea?' Josh says as Mr Owen positions the end of his dick on his tight hole. `Don't worry-' Mr Owen says. Josh gives a deep moan as Russ swiftly thrusts his long fat dick inside Josh, `this won't take long'. Josh begins to groan loudly but Mr Owen quickly covers his mouth (and half his face) with his hand to muffle the noise. `I swear I heard Josh yelping just then' says Michaela with her ear presses firmly against the door. The kids outside are chatting loudly amongst themselves now. `Would you lot shut up! I'm trying to listen `ere!' she protests to no affect. `He's probably bumming him haha!' `Err you wish Kevin!' `Fuck off I ain't gay!' `S'not what I heard...' Mr Owen continues to bone Josh hard and fast on the desk, holding Josh's legs for better control. With no proper lube except for Josh's saliva, Josh is in a lot of pain. With his insides burning with every hard thrust of his teacher's cock, Josh can't help but squeeze his eyes shut. Not knowing what to do with his arms, Josh runs his hands through his own hair, rubs his torso, and at one point grabs hold of Russ's hand that covers his mouth, digging his nails in. Despite his agony, Josh begins to lick the palm of Russ's hand with his hot tongue. Russ looks down on his student, devouring his youthful body with his eyes. He sees Josh's eyes are shut tight, and leans down to him. `Look at me whilst I fuck you, prick' Mr Owen orders. Josh opens them immediately, and Russ can see he's in a lot of pain. Russ grins, not even contemplating about lessening the agony, and pinches one of Josh's nipples hard with his nails. Josh's eyes roll up and precum immediately begins to ooze out of Josh's cock. Josh's yells and groans are muffled by Mr Owens large sweaty hand which covers his mouth, as he slams his meat in and out of Josh's hole. This is even better than last time, Russ thinks. He looks into Josh's beady brown eyes and sees them begin to water. Now that he's in complete control, Russ decides to alleviate the pain slightly and starts to toss Josh off as he pounds him. That lessens the pain somewhat for Josh and his screams subside slightly. Josh looks up at Mr Owen in his sharp suit- they way it accentuates his broad manly physique, the look of hunger and determination on his chiselled face. Josh loves how much pleasure he is giving to his favourite teacher. The feeling of his rock solid meat filling his inside up with every forceful thrust, the sensation of his large manly hand wrapped around his dick, jerking him off so furiously. He grabs hold of the side of the desk as Mr Owen squeezes his dick harder and his jerking hand becomes almost a blur. His eyes roll up again. Josh ejaculates load after load of thick creamy cum onto himself. Some lands on his neck, but he's too in shock to even notice. Mr Owen stops pounding Josh for a minute and removes his hand from his face. He slowly squeezes out the remainder of Josh's load from his shaft, and licks his hand clean. Smiling to himself at the sight of young Josh lying there in his open school shirt, helplessly pinned down to the desk, his smooth torso glistening with thick cum, panting quietly with his gorgeous young face blushing, barley able to keep his eyes open. He almost looks like he's just about to go to sleep, Russ thinks to himself. `For fucks sake Mr Owen is this lesson still on or what?!' suddenly screams Michaela from the corridor outside. Mr Owen snaps out of it and gets to work on finishing the job. He grabs hold of Josh's muscular shoulders and immediately continues to slam his meat in and out of his student again. Josh instinctively bites his bottom lip to stop himself screaming, and lets his teacher get on with it. The desk squeaks terribly as Russ's thrusts become quicker and shorter as he starts to reach the point of climax. He leans forward and rests his body on top of Josh, completely forgetting about Josh's load, and getting his waistcoat covered in spunk. But he's too busy nuzzling into his neck and kisses it lovingly to notice, or care. His kisses tickle Josh's neck, making him smile, and yet Mr Owens furious pounding makes him squeeze his eyes shut in pain. He loves the feel of his teacher's silky tie rubbing against his naked chest. `Right that's it Russ- I'm getting Mr Howard back so he can let us in!' shouts Michaela outside, to a chorus of annoyance from her fellow classmates. Russ doesn't let up. He fucks harder- knowing every time it just makes Josh's insides squeeze around his shaft even more, intensifying the pleasure. He wants more. Standing back upright, still unaware of his newly decorated waistcoat, he lifts one leg up onto the desk and proceeds to penetrate deeper inside of Josh than ever before. The desk is now making so much noise it sounds like it's about to break. Josh can't help but yell in agony- his insides searing in pain. Josh runs his hands through his hand pulling at it to distract from the hot stinging sensation, biting his bottom lip so hard he thinks it could bleed soon. Mr Owen sniggers at the sight of Josh in such agony, looking down at his still hard dick. Knowing neither of them can last much longer, Russ puts down his leg and puts both his hands down onto the desk, and savours the last final thrust inside of his star student's tight rectum. `Mr Owen, this is highly unprofessional, young man' comes the warbling voice of Mr Howard again, `what are you doing?' `I'm coming!' groans Mr Owen loudly. His whole body shudders, he throws his head back in ecstasy and struggles for breath as he explodes inside Josh. Great big loads of his hot juice fills Josh up from the inside. Russ's mouth is wide open as he prises his eyes open, trying to readjust. He feels light headed. Josh tries to sit up as much as he can. He can still feel the massive veiny thickness of Mr Owens' throbbing shaft up his arse. But he can also feel the distinct hotness of cum up there as well, squelching around the end of his teacher's meat. Mr Owen regains focus, and they look at each other, both of them are as shocked as the other. Even Russ has never done that before. `Right that's it, Mr Owen' proclaims Mr Howard, `I'm opening this door right now'. `Fuck!' mouths Josh, his eyes wide with fear. `Oh fuck!' says Russ out loud, looking down at the state of his new waistcoat. `I said this was a bad idea, Sir!' whispers Josh terrified, but Russ just ignores him- obviously more concerned about his expensive clothes. `Right, which one is it?' Mr Howard mumbles to himself as he jangles through the numerous keys on his chain. Desperate to catch Josh and Russ at it, whatever `it' was, Michaela clings to Mr Howards as he stands in front of the door, craning over him at various angles to get a better view. `Come on Sir! Hurry up! This could be nationwide newsworthy- I want the big scoop!' `Stop it' he says, swatting at her as at an annoying buzzing insect, `that's very annoying'. Russ puts his hand into the tissue box on the desk but it's empty. Still concerned about his waistcoat, he's unaware that he's still completely inside Josh. And still stapled to the desk and trying to sit up, Josh mutters `Um, Sir?' indicating downwards. `Oh yeah' says Mr Owen indifferently, and slides out his enormous dripping cock, making Josh gasp slightly one last time, causing Russ to actually take notice of him at last. The two of them are in a complete mess. Mr Howard keeps talking to him through the door, trying out key after key. Josh's stomach jolts every time he thinks he hears the mechanism unlock, but so far so safe. Mr Owen decides what to do. He quickly licks all the cum off his students wonderfully soft and smooth stomach and neck, and eats it. `Guess we've both got a bit of ourselves inside each other now, eh Josh?' winks Mr Owen, `Well, a lot more than a bit actually' he says. `Now do your shirt back up' he orders as he wipes the cum off the end of his raw dick and offers it to Josh, who happily eats it. Josh then hurriedly goes to sit up right but nearly chokes on his tie. Mr Owen is retrieving Josh's jacket from the floor behind Josh and dusting it down. His heart beating faster than ever, Josh tires desperately to yank out his tie free from the desk, but no luck. `Ah yes I think I've got it!' says Mr Howard through the door. `Shit!' sweats Josh, imaging his friends catching him half naked with this shirt open, pinned down to the teacher's desk with his still hard cock sticking up in the air. `Oh no wait, that one is for the computer labs' says Mr Howard to the students who are now at fever pitch. `Come on Sir!' cry the kids, `The lesson'll be finished by the time you sort ya keys out!' pretending they're more concerned about their education than catching a classmate getting twisted by a teacher. Looking round to his teacher for help, Josh sees him trying to wipe the remaining cum off his waistcoat with his finger and eating it. Josh whispers loudly `Sir! Help!' Russ stops what he's doing, casually looks over to see what Josh wants and throws his eyes up in the air. He strolls over, grabs Josh's tie and rips it out of the desk with one easy yank, and the staple goes flying. Josh jumps off the creaking desk, and starts to try and button up his shirt, only being able to do two or three as is hands are shaking so much, and checking up on the door every two seconds. Mr Owen meanwhile has slipped on his own jacket to cover up the stains, and has sat back down again at the desk, putting his hands behind his head and smiling a great sigh of satisfaction. Click. `Bingo!' `Shit shit shit!' scrabbles Josh as he straightens up his tie, and tries to shove his stubbornly hard cock uncomfortably back in his trousers. The door swings and Mr Howard, Michaela and a handful of students come tumbling in. Josh is sitting at his desk, with book in front of him and a pen in his hand, albeit panting heavily and his tie askew. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looks up at his confused classmates, smiles innocently and says `Alright guys?' `Now then,' starts Mr Owen, standing up with a wide grin on his handsome face, `Nous permettre de commencer!' > lardy_da14@msn.com <