I had a crush on my teacher, Mr Jones, in my Senior Year at High School. Every time I saw him, my cock would leap in my pants. To the outside world I was straight, in fact I had developed a slightly exaggerated and totally undeserved reputation as a ladies man. It made me laugh, but the more I denied that I was some king stud, the more my reputation grew. Inside, I was a seething mass of lust, all for my maths teacher.
By this stage I was no blushing virgin. I had known for a year I was gay and had explored it in many ways. Porn, internet chat room, even meeting guys for anonymous one on one hot sex. It all ended the same, they came, they went. I was looking for something more. I knew that Mr Jones wasnât it either, but somehow my cock over rode my brain.
I lay awake at night, wanking and sweating, thinking of Mr Jones bending me over his desk and thrusting his 9-inch cock into my puckered ass hole as the class cheered us on. (Hey itâs my dream, not quite football but still a big score). It was then I had a brain explosion. Mid orgasm, I decided I would go to Mr Jones the next day after school for some âtuitionâ.
I made sure I shaved closely that morning, face, cock, balls and hole. I wanted to be prefect. I had X rated thoughts all day, my cock throbbing and ebbing. Finally, school ended and I hid in the boysâ toilets until I thought everyone would be gone, and then headed towards Mr Jonesâs room.
I got to the door, and peered in the small window. He was sitting at his desk, a vision of olive skin, dark hair and brown eyes. I was about to open the door when from under his desk, Neil the school captain, stuck his head out, his mouth covered in cum. My brain went into over drive as I stared at Neil, hating him because I wanted that to be me with my mouth full of Mr Jonesâ spunk.
A new plan quickly formed in my mind and before I could back out, I pushed the door open and walked into the room. Neil gasped as he saw me, but Mr Jones just smiled. He looked at me and said, âI wondered how long it would take you to get up the courage. You really think I havenât noticed your lustful gazes and your hard cock?â I blushed as all my bravado left me. Mr Jones laughed and stood up, his large 9-inch cock (told you) was wet and semi-hard.
My cock was oozing pre cum I was so turned on. Mr Jones walked over to the door, locked it and pulled the blind. He walked back, stood behind me and grabbed my crotch. He squeezed gently as I almost panted. He licked my neck then whispered in my ear âcome with meâ.
He walked to the desk, and pulled Neil to his feet. âOn your back on the deskâ. Neil looked at him and went to say something. âNowâ, barked Mr Jones. Neil jumped up, on his back on the desk in a flash. Mr Jones pulled his pants to his ankles, Neilâs legs dangling over the edge as Mr Jones fondled his hard cock.
Mr Jones looked at me. âOn your hands and knees over him. I want to see you boys 69 each otherâ. While this wasnât part of my plan, I was too overcome with lust to complain. I yanked off my pants and kneeled over Neilâs head before I leant down and engulfed his cock in my mouth. I could taste Neilâs pre cum as I felt my cock being enveloped my Neilâs hot, wet mouth.