Featuring:James learns some mindblowing information about the school, after having a hot moment with Mr Simpson at lunch. I woke up this morning feeling... Exhilarated. I couldn't wait to go back to school, which is a sentence I didn't think I'd ever say. I practically leapt out of bed to get changed and was ready 20 minutes before I actually had to leave, much to my Mum's surprise. I couldn't wait to see Brad again... Or Mr Simpson. Tutor Time (Shawn Mendes)When we arrived at college, I was happy to see my friends in my form group - Harvey, Ryan, Jace, David, Jared and Curran inside the class. "Morning James." Mr Mendes smiled as I stepped inside. "Good morning." I smiled. "How was your first day?" He asked me. "Amazing. Best school day of my life." I admitted. "Oh really? Oh that's great news! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Mr Mendes said with a cute smile. "The teachers make all the difference." I smiled back. "Glad they're treating you right." Mr Mendes said. I sat down by Curran and the others. "James, where were you yesterday?" Curran asked. "Yeah, we were waiting to walk back to the bus stop but you never showed?" Ryan frowned. "Oh, me and Mr Simpson were chatting." I smiled, trying not to blush. "Chatting?" Curran repeated, suddenly sounding more interested. "Yeah, he was talking to me about my drawings and stuff." I nodded. "He's so hot." Harvey sighed. "Yeah, he's pretty cute." Jace agreed. English (James McVey)I went with Ryan to our English lesson with our teacher, Mr J. McVey. When I went inside and spotted the teacher... Just wow. He had short, dirty blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. He was... Buff. His shirt clung onto him tightly. Mr McVey also wore a pair of tight black trousers. "Morning boys." He smiled as he wrote the lesson objectives on the board. "M-Morning." I said, in awe of his prettiness. "I know, right?" Ryan smirked, going over to his table. The walls were plastered with different posters, featuring different authors or different writing techniques. There was also a wall with work from students. "James, right?" Mr McVey asked me, coming over to me. "Yeah." I nodded. "Great. I have the same name. How's your time been so far?" He asked me. "Fantastic. Everyone's been super nice and welcoming." I beamed. "Thats what I like to hear. Well, if you ever need me, just shout." Mr McVey smiled. I went over and sat next to Ryan. "Wow." I simply said. "I know." Ryan chuckled. "I mean, wow." "Curran called dibs." Ryan sighed. "Ahaha, of course he did." I scoffed, opening my book up. Mr McVey started the lesson by asking us to write a paragraph of what we did in the holidays, so he could dissect our writing skills. "So who's your favourite teacher so far?" Ryan asked me as we were writing. Mr McVey was talking to another student across the room. "Mr Simpson, for sure. Dibs on him, by the way." I claimed. "That's fair. Mine is Mr Maslow." Ryan told me. "What does he teach?" "PE. That hunk-Daddy all sweaty and running around... Urgh... I swear he knows what he does to me." Ryan groaned, sounding rather dreamy. "Oh, I think I have him after lunch, actually." I remembered. "Lucky." Ryan sighed. It was soon break and we said our goodbyes to Mr McVey BreakRyan and I met the others at break, where we all chatted away. "How was English?" Curran asked me and Ryan, eagerly. "He's hot." I smirked. "Hey, I called dibs!" Curran told me. "So I've been told." I chuckled. "What do you have next?" Jared asked. "Urrrr... Biology... With Mr Redmayne." I answered. "Awh, he's cute." Harvey smiled. "Can't wait." I chuckled. Biology (Eddie Redmayne)Harvey was in all my science classes, so he came with me to Biology. We came into the lab and I saw Mr Redmayne placing textbooks on desks. He was really cute. He had brownish, orangish hair, a very freckle-y face and the sweetest smile. "Oh, James, right?" He asked, spotting me. He wore a grey and light blue chequered button up shirt and a black tie. Then he also wore a pair of grey trousers. "Yes." I smiled as he came over and shook my hand. "It's so great to meet you, Mr Schmidt told me great things." He smiled. Fuck, he was really cute. "Oh, really? Thanks." I blushed a bit as Harvey went and sat down. "Have you been enjoying yourself so far, here?" Mr Redmayne asked. "Yes, its been really great here. Everyone's so nice." I beamed. Lunch (Brad Simpson)It was lunch time and I decided I really wanted to see Mr Simpson... Or Brad. So I told Harvey I had to go and managed to sneak away. I headed to the art classroom, thinking about yesterday and getting increasingly more excited. As I approached his door, I saw the last of his class empty out of it just before I went inside. Brad was there and by the looks of it, was cleaning some paintbrushes. "Oh, hey James." He smiled when he saw me. "Hey..." I said, for some reason feeling kinda awkward and nervous. "How are you, cutie?" Brad asked, drying his hands on a towel. He had some dried paint on his fingers and on his clothes, which I found kinda hot, strangely. He was wearing a pink jumper and a pair of jeans, then his pair of adorable glasses. "I'm... I'm good, actually." I said, blushing a bit. "Even better now, though." I said, leaning back against a desk. "Oooh, I wonder why?" Brad smirked before leaning in and kissing me. All the nerves flushed out of me as he wrapped his arms around me. "I was missing this already." I admitted. "Me too." Brad winked, pecking my lips once more. "I'm gonna go lock the door." He said before letting me go and walking over. He locked it then also closed the blinds over the window, so nobody could see us. "There... Now we can do whatever... We... Want..." Brad smirked before connecting our lips again. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies before he pushed me back against the desk. "Let's... Mm, let's continue where we left off." He muttered before picking me up and placing me on the desk. I wrapped my legs around him as he hungrily kissed me on the desk, getting on top of me. We had limited time, so we knew we had to do whatever we were doing, quickly. Brad and I took each other's jumpers off and threw them away. Underneath, Brad wore a white tank top. Then Brad was undoing my tie as he kissed my neck and soon chucked it away before starting to unbutton my shirt. "Oh, Brad... I want you so bad..." I whimpered as he grinned against me. "Me too, baby..." Brad muttered before stripping my shirt off too. "Damn you're hot.." Brad whispered, examining my body. "Your turn." I said, tugging at his tank top. Brad gave me a hand and pulled it over his head, revealing his body. Fuck, it was amazing. His pecs, his beautifully sized nipples, his semi defined abs and the v-lines... It was mouth watering. "You like?" Brad asked with a cheeky smile, knowingly. "I fucking love it." I said before pushing him over, so that he was on his back on the desk. I got on top of him and started worshiping his body, kissing and sucking on his nipples. "Mmmm baby, you're such a good boy..." Brad purred as I kissed my way down his body. I was soon unbuttoning his jeans and pulled them down, along with his pair of yellow briefs. A beautiful, 7 and a half inch cock sprung out. "Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to-" but before Brad could finish, I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I had never tasted dick before, but from the moment I heard Brad let out a low moan, I knew I was hooked. I took as much of the cock into my mouth as possible, but choked when I was 7 inches in. "Ohhh fuck yes, James..." Brad groaned. I began moving my head up and down, sucking hard and slow. His voice was so innocent, so hearing him say such dirty things or simply swear turned me on so much. With my lack of sucking skills, I still tried my best, slurping at the precum and flicking my tongue across the slit. I even traced some of the veins with my tongue, which made his body shudder. "Fuck, James, you're amazing." Brad groaned. "Is it too soon for me to fuck you?" Brad asked, sounding so innocent and sweet. "I... I was gonna ask you the same thing..." I admitted, taking his cock out of my mouth. "Then... Get on your back." Brad instructed me. So I did, I laid on my back on the desk. Brad went over to his bag and as he bent over to grab something from it, I got a lovely view of his ass. His hole was completely hairless and pink - one day I'd have to fuck that. He finally pulled out a bottle of lube. "I had a feeling we'd be doing this today." Brad said, coming over with it. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down with my boxers then dropped them on the floor. "I'm gonna assume you've never done this before?" "No... Please be gentle..." I said, nervously. "Don't worry, baby, I will." Brad promised me before leaning down and giving me a kiss. "I want you to enjoy this as much as me." He assured me before pulling my waist so my ass was right at the desk's edge. Then he picked both my feet up and bent my legs so my knees were against my chest. I held onto them for him as he started squeezing lube onto his fingers. As I looked up at him, I couldn't believe how this was happening. He looked so sexy, with his messy curly hair, his glasses and incredibly shaped body. "This is gonna be cold..." He warned me before pushing his finger into my hole. "Shi-i-i-it!" I shuddered... It was fucking cold! "Hoooooly shit this is tight..." Brad breathed as he went down to the knuckle. "It feels... Weird..." I said, trying to get used to the feeling. "Don't worry, darling... It'll start feeling better." Brad assured me, beginning to add a second finger. I bit my bottom lip as I felt the cold, strange intrusion. "Fuck, you're so hot... I must be the luckiest teacher around." Brad half laughed. "Luckiest student." I smirked. When Brad was happy he had lubed my ass up enough, he applied a generous amount to his own cock before aiming it. "Ready baby?" He asked, placing my feet on his shoulders. "Yeah, Brad.." I nodded. "Just say, and I'll stop." He told me, before slowly starting to push in. I bit my lip again as I felt more and more of him enter me. It was more strange than painful, though I did feel a slight burning sensation. "Ohhhhhhh my God..." Brad breathed, looking overcome in pleasure as he was soon balls deep. "Is that... Oh fuck, are you okay?" He asked, looking as though it took every fibre of his being not to start ramming me hard and fast. "Yeah... Just... Don't stop." I told him, seeing the clock on the wall and we had 20 minutes before the end of lunch. Brad began thrusting back and forth and the pain was almost nothing compared to the pleasure. "Yeaaah, Brad... It feels good..." I softly moaned. "Can I go faster baby?" He asked before kissing my ankle. "Do it, Brad. Fuck me." I told him. Brad didn't need any more convincing. He grabbed me by my upper thighs and started thrusting hard and fast. "Ohhhh fuckkkk... Yeah, baby... Mmmmm..." I moaned as I felt his cock smash my prostate again and again. "You're so fucking tight, James... Holy shit you're so tight!" Brad grunted as we both built up a sweat. He grabbed my cock and started stroking. 10 minutes left. "I need you to cum, James!! C'mon baby, do it for me." Brad was practically commanding, as I looked up at his shimmering body. "I'm... I'm gonna do it... Oh fuck... Fuck..." Then I cried out in pleasure as my cock started shooting cum all over my body. Then, Brad's face scrunched up before... "Ohhhhh shit!! Mmmmm... Yeah, Jamesy... Ohhh fuck!" Brad cried out before he started to unload inside me. When he was done, he pulled out and leaned back against a desk behind him. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. "Holy shit that was-" Before Brad could finish though, we heard a click, then the classroom door open. In came Mr McVey, holding a big box labelled 'FOR ART.' When he saw us, his mouth opened in shock. Brad was still semi hard, completely naked and I was on the desk, covered in cum. "Oh shit, I can explain!" Brad blurted out before Mr McVey quickly shut the door behind him and locked it. "How the fuck did you get in?" Brad asked. "You gave me a key, remember?" Mr McVey said holding it up after placing the box on a desk. He didn't look mad, more amused. "How many students have you been fucking then?" He asked with a smirk. "I swear, this is the only time I've ever-" "Its okay, Brad. Really. I mean, if I was mad I'd be the biggest hypocrite as I've been fucking that Curran kid." Mr McVey scoffed, coming over. "Shit, you're hot." He said, looking me up and down. "You too." I blushed. Curran was fucking him? No wonder he had dibs on him. "Are you serious?" Brad asked, shocked. "Yeah. I'm glad I've found out because I've always liked you." Mr McVey said before kissing Brad straight on the lips. They both began making out and Mr McVey was feeling every inch of Brad's body. I looked up at the time. 5 minutes. "Guys, I'm gonna have to go to a lesson, soon." I noticed. "Sorry, James... Hang on..." Brad said breaking off of Mr McVey's lips. "Listen, Brad. Almost all the teachers here are gay and we're all fucking all the time anyway. Only reason we didn't tell you is because we thought you were straight." Mr McVey admitted. "Although I'm the only one, that I know of, who's fucked a student." He said. "Holy shit..." Brad gasped. "Yeah... So let's agree that we can keep fucking, yeah?" Mr McVey said, looking down at me. I just nodded. "Good boy. Now let me clean you up." He said before he unexpectedly leaned down and started to lick the cum off my body. "Holy shit..." Brad muttered, watching. I tried to organise all the thoughts in my head... All the teachers were fucking? Mr McVey was fucking my new friend? And Brad found out at the same I did after fucking me? When Mr McVey was done, he gave me a kiss. "You'd better go to class." He told me. "Yes, Sir." I blushed, getting up. Brad and I got changed as Mr McVey just watched. "Go on, James. Go to class. Hope you're okay with all this?" Brad asked. "Definitely." I couldn't help but smirk as I checked Mr McVey out. I soon left the classroom, feeling the drop of cum trickle down my thigh. PE (James Maslow)I came into the PE locker rooms and spotted Curran in there. I stormed straight over - all I wanted to do was ask a million questions, but I couldn't when we were surrounded by students. "We need to talk." I told him, firmly. "Urrr... About?" Curran frowned, clueless. "Mr McVey." I said, quietly, as I started to undress. "Oh..." Curran immediately guessed where I was going. "Yeah. 'Oh.'" I nodded. "How'd you find out?" Curran asked, also undressing. "Because Mr Simpson is my McVey." I answered. Curran's eyes widened. "Holy shit..." He muttered. "Yeah." I nodded before the door to the changing room opened and in came... A fucking beast. Mr Maslow was huge! He wore a red tank top and a pair of white shorts. His arms were incredibly muscular, his pecs were bursting to get out of the tank and even his legs looked amazing. His face was really pretty too, with a nicely cut set of brown hair, some nice stubble and a set of hazel eyes. "Wow..." I muttered. "Yup." Curran nodded. "Are you..?" I asked without asking. "I wish..." Curran sighed, knowing what I meant. "Alright boys, today we're gonna be doing a simple circuit, so you can remember what exercise is, after your holiday of eating garbage and playing video games." Mr Maslow teased. "Nah, actually, you're all looking fit still." Mr Maslow said but I swear to fucking God he was checking me out as he said that. "God, I hope he's gay." Curran sighed which made me realise something... Does he not know that all the teachers are fucking? Am I the only one who does? "Yeah, me too." I said, deciding I didn't want to break Brad and Mr McVey's trust in me. We got dressed into our PE kits, which involved a black polo and navy blue shorts, then came into the large gym. We were split into groups and annoyingly, I wasn't with Curran. We had to do different exercises for 3 minutes, then move onto the next, then the next, then the next. I was doing sit-ups at one point, however clearly not very well as Mr Maslow came over. He knelt down in front of me. "You're doing less of a sit-up and more of a spasm." He chuckled. "I'm trying!" I whined, laying back. I was already pretty exhausted from lunch, especially as I was running on an empty stomach. "I know you are. Here, let me help you." Mr Maslow held my feet down. "Now sit up." I did my best but didn't get very far. "Sorry..." I said, embarrassed. "Don't be, it's fine. And again." He told me. I tried again and struggled but got slightly further. When I sat up, my face really wasn't that far from Mr Maslow's at all, and seeing him up close like that just showed how pretty he was. "That's it... See? You're doing good." Mr Maslow said and I suddenly felt a hand travel up the underside of my shin as I laid on my back. My eyes went wide as he continued up my leg until finally he stopped, just under the knee. Then he smirked. He pulled his hand back and then showed me a small droplet of cum... Brad's cum... That had been slowly leaking out my ass for a while now. I didn't know what to say, but Mr Maslow just remained silent before licking the cum off his finger! My cock stiffened slightly at the sight. Thankfully not many people were paying attention, though I swear I could feel Curran's eyes burning into the back of my head. Suddenly, the alarm went off, which meant we had to go do the other exercise. Mr Maslow stood up, casually. "Good job, James." He said before walking away. Fuck. That was all I could think of: Fuck. Sadly, the rest of the lesson wasn't very eventful, that was until we came into the changing rooms. "Mr Maslow seemed helpful." Curran said to me, clearly a bit jealous, as we got dressed. "Just be bad at it and he'll help you." I shrugged in defence. Curran got dressed before me and left to go to his next lesson. I purposely hung back a bit, so I was last out. When I left the changing room, I saw Mr Maslow filling out the register on a clipboard, sat on a bench. "Thank you Mr Maslow." I said. "Oh, James, hey." He said, eyes lighting up as he placed his clipboard on the bench beside him. "You did well." He got up and walked over to me. "Thanks. You're a good teacher." I complimented. "You're a good student." He looked as though he was checking to see if anyone else was here... But the gym was completely empty except for the two of us. "Th-Thanks." Was all I could say as I looked up at the muscular man. When he was done checking, he looked down at me and I could see his eyes were conflicted. I don't know what came over me, a wave of confidence I guess, but I grabbed Mr Maslow by the tank top and pulled him into a kiss. He had to lean down quite a bit but our lips connected and I'm glad they did. Mr Maslow, as if I had finally given him permission, grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up into the air and my legs wrapped around his body - all the while our lips hungrily attacked each other. Soon, he pinned me against the closest wall as his tongue filled my mouth. I could feel his stubble against my face as we kissed, my hands running all over his body while his were groping my ass. "Wait..." Mr Maslow said, suddenly coming to his senses. We were both breathing heavily as we looked at each other. "What?" I pouted, not wanting to stop. "As much as I'd love to fuck your brains out, right now, you need to go to your lesson." Mr Maslow sighed. "I'll make up an excuse." I said feeling his incredible pecs. "Don't worry, I will fuck you, just not now..." Mr Maslow promised before placing me back down onto the floor. "Dammit..." I muttered, feeling disappointed. "So who's cum did I taste?" Mr Maslow smirked. "Mr Simpson's." I answered. "Mr Simpson?!" Mr Maslow repeated, shocked. "I didn't know he was... Well that's another ass I'm gonna have to fuck." Soon I left, but not without one more squeeze on my ass. History (Kj Apa)I couldn't believe what just happened. As I walked to my next lesson with a Mr Apa, I had to 'adjust' certain parts to hide my arousal. I came into the lesson and the classroom was pretty cool. There were posters all over the walls and also some props and things like pirate hats and historic tools. However, my eyes were immediately drawn to the stud at the front of the class. He had light brown hair, a beautiful amount of stubble and eyes that I think could hypnotise me. He wore a long sleeved yellowish beige top under a maroon blazer which matched his pants. It was a look, that's for sure. He looked smart yet comfortable.
"Good afternoon, class. Welcome!" Mr Apa smiled as we all chose our seats. "Heyyy, hang on..." He spotted me. "Urrrrr... James right?" He asked. "Wow, you people are really quick when it comes to spotting new people." I chuckled as I sat down. I was at the front by a window that looked upon the tennis courts. "Of course. Enjoying your time here so far?" Mr Apa asked. Did he have an accent? Fuck! "Yeah it's been brilliant." I smiled. "Ah, great." Mr Apa said with a sexy smile before going over to the black board. I guess it kept it more 'historical'. "So for this term we're doing Henry VIII." He announced to the class as he wrote the name onto the board with a piece of chalk. I kinda liked how old style it was. "What do you guys remember of this man, other than that he's a fat bastard?" Mr Apa asked, turning back around, making everyone laugh. He was a really good teacher. Like a REALLY good teacher. He soon placed an obnoxious crown on his head. "Okay, we all know I had 6 wives... But who was my first?" Mr Apa asked. A couple hands went up. "Catherine?" A boy asked. "Correct. Well done, you're now my Catherine. Hang on... I have boobs..." Mr Apa said before going behind his desk and taking out a box of what looked like props. He placed it on the desk with a loud thud. He took out a pair of dodgeballs and the boy looked worried as Mr Apa brought him to the front of the class. "In your jumper." He instructed. "Seriously, sir?" The kid groaned. "You need to be my Catherine." Mr Apa nodded. So, the boy reluctantly stuffed his jumper with the dodgeballs, making him look like he had very misshapen boobs. "Well done. One more thing..." Mr Apa said before taking a black wig out from the box and placing it on the kid's head. He looks furious, yet the entire class was in hysterics. "Alright, alright, but what happened to my dear Catherine?" He asked. People weren't sure. "What happened was, Catherine gave birth to a girl..." Mr Apa then pulled out a baby who was wearing a pink onesie. "But I didn't want a girl, I wanted a boy to take the throne. So, I divorced Catherine's ass." Mr Apa said. "Get outta here." He told the boy. "Leave your boobs behind." He added. The kid took out his boobs in relief and gave them back to Mr Apa as well as his wig, before going and sitting down. "Who was my next wife? Anyone remember?" "Anne Boleyn?" Another boy answered. Soon, Mr Apa had him in a wig and boobs as well. He went through all 6 wives, explaining what happened to each one by literally acting it out. It was amazing. Then it came to the last wife... "Anyone remember her name?" He asked us, and this time I answered: "Catherine." I remembered because she had the same name as the first. "That's right. Come on up here, James." Mr Apa told me. Amused, I went up, let Mr Apa stuff dodgeballs down my jumper, then but a ginger wig on me. "Does anyone know why I didn't divorce or behead my lovely Catherine, here?" Mr Apa asked, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Wasn't it because Catherine, or I, proved myself loyal to you? I looked after you when you were sick?" I asked, unsure. I had just done King Henry in my last school, but they taught it in a much more boring way, then. "Wow... You know quite a bit." Mr Apa smiled to me. "That's true, Catherine. You took care of me when no one else could and even though you believed in Protestantism, which we'll cover later, your loyalty to me never wavered." Mr Apa said, looking directly into my eyes. Damn... He was hot. If there wasn't a huge class watching us I'd have probably tried to kiss him. Suddenly, the school bell rang. "Awh man, I didn't get through everything. Oh well, thank you everyone who took part." Mr Apa smiled. As everyone began leaving I took out the dodgeballs from beneath my jumper, then also my wig. "Do you need help packing up?" I asked, seeing the different props scattered on his desk. "Would you mind? That would be a great help." Mr Apa said, sounding relieved. "You made a good Catherine." "Ahaha thanks. Was I hot with boobs?" I scoffed. "Nah, you're way hotter without." Mr Apa winked as he took the crown off his head and placed it in the box. "Aha, well... You're not so bad yourself." I blushed. "Really?" Mr Apa said with a smirk. "Y-Yeah. You're um... Hot." I admitted, looking up at him. "Do I turn you on?" Mr Apa said in a low voice, getting intimately closer. "Y-Yeah." I whispered, placing a hand on his pec. "You do." Suddenly, Mr Apa gripped me by the jumper and his lips crashed against mine. His mouth hungrily kissed me, in a rough and almost animalistic way. I softly moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands run all over my body. Mr Apa took off his own blazer and then I was pulling at his long sleeved top. He helped me get it over his head and then I chucked it across the room. Fuck. He looked good. He looked incredible! Huge pecs, beautifully carved abs and nipples they were just begging for attention. He had a tattoo on his shoulder, too, that looked kinda tribal in a way. "Like whatcha see?" Mr Apa said with a smirk. "I love this school..." Was all I could say before leaning down and taking one of his nipples into my mouth. "Mmmmm yeah, baby..." Mr Apa purred in his gorgeous accent. My hands couldn't stop touching his body as they ran over every single inch of skin they could find. "You're so sexy..." Mr Apa muttered as I used my tongue to trace every single defined ab. I started to unbuckle his belt. "Wait, hang on..." He stopped me. "It's okay, I want this." I told him. "I know you do, baby." Mr Apa chuckled before going over to the door and locking it. "Just don't want anyone walking in as I fuck your mouth." He said before coming over and then sitting on his desk chair, with his legs spread open. "Well come on, then. No time to waste." Mr Apa said, groping the large tent in his pants. I went down on my knees between his legs and undid his pants before pulling them down a bit, along with his briefs. Out came his thick, 8 inch beast. "Holy shit..." I gasped, wrapping my fingers around the base. Then, without wasting anymore time, I opened my mouth and let the cock enter my mouth. I tried to take in as much of the meat but gagged, only one inch away from the base. "That's okay, you'll get enough practice..." Mr Apa groaned as slowly started to suck on his cock, hard. "Fuuuckkkk baby, you're good..." He said as I felt his fingers grip my hair. "Go faster, baby..." And so I did. My head went up and down, fast, tasting his precum slowly ooze out of the tip. He was so big, my jaw was beginning to ache a bit. In my head I was trying to think of excuses for why I was gonna be late home, but I kept getting distracted by Mr Apa's moans or his incredible body raising and lowering with his breathing. I found my hands travelling up and groping his incredible pecs, trying to make the most out of his body as I could. "Shit you're a natural..." Mr Apa grunted. I felt proud at the compliment. I went up to the tip and flicked my tongue across the slit, then swirled around the head and watched my history teacher squirm beneath me. "Ah, fuck... I-I'm gonna cum, baby..." Mr Apa whimpered. So, I eagerly took as much of the cock as I could, mainly so my jaw wouldn't ache as much anymore, but also so I could taste his cum. "Oh FUCKKK!! Yeaaaah, shit! Mmmmmm..." Mr Apa cried out in pleasure as the tip of his cock twitched in my mouth, unloaded round after round down my throat. He tasted good. I did my best to swallow every single drop. When Mr Apa was done, he released his grip of my hair so I could slip his long meat out of my mouth. "Wow... I like you." Mr Apa panted as I looked up at him. "I like you too." I half laughed, wiping the saliva from my lips with my sleeve. "C'mere." He said, gripping me by the jumper and pulling me up. Mr Apa connected our lips, passionately making out with me. I ended up on his lap as our tongues danced together, almost gracefully. "You're quite talented, young man." Mr Apa said, letting his hands squeeze my ass. "Am I wrong in thinking this isn't your first time fooling around with an older man?" "Today's been a helluva day." I scoffed. "Oh? Older men in the school?" Mr Apa smirked. "Mr Simpson, Mr McVey and Mr Maslow..." I listed. "Shiiiiit, you have had a busy day." Mr Apa chuckled. "Wait, Mr Simpson? That's good to know." "Yeah... It's been amazing." I said, unable to stop myself from giving him another kiss. "Oh, baby, I have a feeling all the teachers here are gonna love you." Mr Apa said. "Thank you, Mr Apa." I blushed. "Oh, do not call me that when we're fucking. Call me Kj." He laughed. "Whatever you say, sir." I smirked before passionately continuing our make out. "Mmm..." Kj broke off. "You need to go home." He told me. "Urgh... I do." I sighed. "Got an excuse?" Kj asked, half amused. "I guess 'sucking my history teacher off' won't work." I scoffed, getting up. "Tell you what, just say you were helping me pack stuff up. I mean, it's technically not lying." Kj winked. "Oooh, you sneaky." I chuckled, grabbing my bag and taking out my phone. "I just fucked a student's mouth, I kinda have to be." Kj laughed. "Here." I said, handing Kj his top. "Ahaha, thanks. Go on, don't be any later than you need to be." Kj smiled. "Thank you. And not just for this but you're honestly the best history teacher I've ever had." I told him, going over to the door. "Awh thanks man. You're a great student." Kj said, pulling his pants up. I said my goodbye before leaving the classroom. On the way home I bought some gum to disguise the smell of cum on my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me!! I was hooking up with teachers... And not only teachers but the sexiest teachers ever!! I managed to convince my parents that I was just helping 'Mr Apa' with packing his props up. That night I went to bed early, excited to come back to school tomorrow.
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