I was woken up early the next morning by the door to my room creaking open. Still naked, covered in sweat and cum, I rolled over to see a figure in the doorway. An older man wearing a blue button down shirt with grey hair was looking at me from the shadow.
Before I could get a good look the man quickly shut the door. I stayed in the room but I could hear the man and Paul talking in the kitchen. The other man sounded mad but Paul was trying to calm him down. Then I heard them both go quiet.
As I was pressed against the door I heard footsteps coming down the hallway toward my room. I quickly scurried back to my bed just as Paul and the man opened the door and entered the room.
"I assume you two already know each other." Paul chuckled as he introduced me to the man.
Holy shit! It was my astronomy teacher Mr. Harris. He looked almost as nervous as I was. I was trying to cover my naked body with something as Paul spoke again.
"I wanted to assure Mr. Harris that you won't be telling anyone that he was here or anything else that goes on today. Isn't that right Dale?"
"No, sir, I won't." I whimpered
"And what happens if you do?" Paul demanded.
"You show people the pictures you took?" I offered.
"I tell your parents, I tell your whole school and I'll post it all over Facebook so anyone you ever knew knows you are a little gay slut boy. And I have more than enough evidence to prove that, don't I?"
"Yes, sir" I confessed.
Paul looked over at Mr. Harris who returned a slight nod of approval.
"Now, I'll let you two get to know each other a little better" Paul grinned his shit-eating grin as he left the room.
It was just me and Mr. Harris now. We stared at each other for a moment before he started to remove his shoes in the other corner of the room. I would have never thought Mr. Harris liked men. He always came across as very heterosexual in and out of class. He had a very authoritative presence about him and he had an attractive wife he kept a picture of on his desk.
It seemed like this wasn't the first time Mr. Harris was here for a man. But he and Paul didn't feel like friends. Was Mr. Harris paying for this session? Maybe now wasn't the right time to ask.
Mr. Harris pulled a chair over and sat on it facing me.
"Hello Dale" He said in his sexy gravely voice. "Have you been with Paul for long?"
"Only one day so far, and I slept here last night." I replied.
"So you already know what I'm here to do, right?"
"I...I think so." I sheepishly replied.
"Good, start by undressing me" Mr. Harris instructed as he stood up out of the chair with his hands at his sides and waited for me to do as I was told.
I got off the bed and down to my knees. Looking up at Mr. Harris I started to unbuckled his belt. After tossing that aside I started to unzip his pants. Making sure to brush my hand up against his crotch while doing it. After his pants were off and set aside I went for the waist band of his dark red briefs. They were bulging so much I thought they were about to tear off without my help.
Reaching for the waistband Mr. Harris stopped me. "No, my shirt first, Dale."
I stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. I probably let my eagerness show a little too much because Mr. Harris told me to slow down. But I was hungry for cock and Mr. Harris looked huge. Even after the buffet of cock I was served the night before, I still wanted another serving.
I finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran my hands down his hairy and surprisingly toned chest. Mr. Harris was almost totally grey, including his chest, but he was only 46.
"Back on your knees." Mr. H barked in his stern tone.