This is a completely fictional account of a teacher and his student. Enjoy.
Part One
Thursday: To some it’s just another day of the week; a day to sit back and watch as the work week comes to a gradual end. To others like me, however, it can be the perfect day to indulge in one’s less than appropriate desires. For me, Thursday is the perfect day because on that day, not only do I have Kyle in my fourth period class, but he’s usually at the front of the line for my weekly detention.
Most teachers hate staying after school to watch some adolescent jerks serve out their time for making our lives miserable during the day, but I’m not most teachers. Detention happens to be the highlight of my week because each and every Thursday Kyle is sitting at the front of my class in his sweaty last period gym clothes giving me every reason to stroke my waiting cock under the desk when nobody is looking. Kyle is my Thursday.
From the moment Kyle walked into my class at the beginning of the school year I had to do everything in my power to keep from getting rock hard by simply looking at him. He was physically perfect in every way from the dark clean cut hair to his striking godlike physique. I wanted every single inch of him in my mouth and would do anything to have it.
Today of all days was something special. Not only was he in his usual sleeve-less tee that accentuated his large biceps and chest and the luscious outline of his smooth muscular neck, but he was wearing his running shorts as well; something that could make any guy (or girl) cum in an instant. The very second he walked into the classroom I was immediately drawn to how well his sweaty green shorts outlined his supple ass and clearly visible package. I traced the outline of his cock with my eyes and watched as Kyle made his way to his usual spot at the front of the class, where I intentionally placed him at the beginning of the year for viewing purposes.
He sat down and pulled his notebook from his bag without a moment’s pause or even a greeting as if he had done this routine a dozen times before (which he had). I made sure of that. He started working on his homework, while I began to let my mind wander in and out of reality, with thoughts of his cock inside my waiting ass, pounding away like the beating of a drum.
This week’s detention began ticking away just like every other and with every passing moment it seemed as if the classroom was getting hotter. Maybe it was the blazing sun beating down on us through the tall glass windows and tickling my skin with its warmth, forming beads of sweat on my hard body. Or maybe it was the ever-changing thoughts of Kyle’s body against my own. As a drop of sweat trickled down my face I looked over to where Kyle sat and saw that he too was experiencing the force of the sun upon him. He pulled his shirt forward with his hand and shook it slightly, fanning his chest and allowing his body to breathe.
Feeling emboldened or perhaps delirious by the heat I said something completely out of character: “You can take your shirt off if you want.”
“What?” He said, wide-eyed and as surprised by the comment as I was. I couldn’t believe I had said that and immediately wanted to take it back.
“It’s pretty hot in here and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to let up any time soon. There’s no reason you can’t be comfortable. I can’t have you passing out on me.” I said with a slight chuckle to ease his apparent apprehension and avoid an awkward situation.
He looked at me and smiled before relaxing once again. To my surprise and unimaginable delight he then pulled his shirt over his head and put it on top of the backpack next to his desk before returning to his work. I eyed him periodically as I had done so many times before, thinking of all the ways I would touch his body if given the chance.
I thought about my tongue caressing his balls and tracing it's way to his supple ass or how I would would ride his cock as hard and as fast and he wanted until we both moan with pleasure and release the pressure inside. I thought about the way I would hold his arms above his head, press him againt a wall, and nibble on his ears and neck. I thought about it all as the minutes passed and the silence became the norm. I looked out the window as one of the few remaining cars pulled out of the parking lot behind the school.
“Mr. Casey?” Kyle asked, causing me to stir slightly and pull my gaze back to the classroom.
“What do you need, Kyle?” I asked in the formal tone I used with all of my students.
“Can you help me with something?” He asked, with a slight note of nervousness and caution in his voice. Kyle had never asked for help before, which was both the byproduct of his pride and his ability to figure things out on his own. He then rose from his seat with his notebook in front of him and walked to the right side of my desk.
“Yeah. What’s up?” I asked as I met his gaze, unsure of where this was heading and what he could possibly need help with. "Well..." He trailed off, looking around the room and avoiding immediate eye contact before returning to my question.
“I need help with this.” He said as his expression changed from nervous to calm and confident. And before I knew what was happening he tossed his notebook aside and lowered his hand to the very prominent bulge in his sweaty shorts, making sure to graze it ever so slightly in a menacingly teasing manner. I looked at where his hand rested upon his bulge and then upward again to his defined chest, before meeting his eyes and for the first time I think I was finally seeing the young man before me; the young man who I had been lusting over for more days than I could count.
Part One
Thursday: To some it’s just another day of the week; a day to sit back and watch as the work week comes to a gradual end. To others like me, however, it can be the perfect day to indulge in one’s less than appropriate desires. For me, Thursday is the perfect day because on that day, not only do I have Kyle in my fourth period class, but he’s usually at the front of the line for my weekly detention.
Most teachers hate staying after school to watch some adolescent jerks serve out their time for making our lives miserable during the day, but I’m not most teachers. Detention happens to be the highlight of my week because each and every Thursday Kyle is sitting at the front of my class in his sweaty last period gym clothes giving me every reason to stroke my waiting cock under the desk when nobody is looking. Kyle is my Thursday.
From the moment Kyle walked into my class at the beginning of the school year I had to do everything in my power to keep from getting rock hard by simply looking at him. He was physically perfect in every way from the dark clean cut hair to his striking godlike physique. I wanted every single inch of him in my mouth and would do anything to have it.
Today of all days was something special. Not only was he in his usual sleeve-less tee that accentuated his large biceps and chest and the luscious outline of his smooth muscular neck, but he was wearing his running shorts as well; something that could make any guy (or girl) cum in an instant. The very second he walked into the classroom I was immediately drawn to how well his sweaty green shorts outlined his supple ass and clearly visible package. I traced the outline of his cock with my eyes and watched as Kyle made his way to his usual spot at the front of the class, where I intentionally placed him at the beginning of the year for viewing purposes.
He sat down and pulled his notebook from his bag without a moment’s pause or even a greeting as if he had done this routine a dozen times before (which he had). I made sure of that. He started working on his homework, while I began to let my mind wander in and out of reality, with thoughts of his cock inside my waiting ass, pounding away like the beating of a drum.
This week’s detention began ticking away just like every other and with every passing moment it seemed as if the classroom was getting hotter. Maybe it was the blazing sun beating down on us through the tall glass windows and tickling my skin with its warmth, forming beads of sweat on my hard body. Or maybe it was the ever-changing thoughts of Kyle’s body against my own. As a drop of sweat trickled down my face I looked over to where Kyle sat and saw that he too was experiencing the force of the sun upon him. He pulled his shirt forward with his hand and shook it slightly, fanning his chest and allowing his body to breathe.
Feeling emboldened or perhaps delirious by the heat I said something completely out of character: “You can take your shirt off if you want.”
“What?” He said, wide-eyed and as surprised by the comment as I was. I couldn’t believe I had said that and immediately wanted to take it back.
“It’s pretty hot in here and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to let up any time soon. There’s no reason you can’t be comfortable. I can’t have you passing out on me.” I said with a slight chuckle to ease his apparent apprehension and avoid an awkward situation.
He looked at me and smiled before relaxing once again. To my surprise and unimaginable delight he then pulled his shirt over his head and put it on top of the backpack next to his desk before returning to his work. I eyed him periodically as I had done so many times before, thinking of all the ways I would touch his body if given the chance.
I thought about my tongue caressing his balls and tracing it's way to his supple ass or how I would would ride his cock as hard and as fast and he wanted until we both moan with pleasure and release the pressure inside. I thought about the way I would hold his arms above his head, press him againt a wall, and nibble on his ears and neck. I thought about it all as the minutes passed and the silence became the norm. I looked out the window as one of the few remaining cars pulled out of the parking lot behind the school.
“Mr. Casey?” Kyle asked, causing me to stir slightly and pull my gaze back to the classroom.
“What do you need, Kyle?” I asked in the formal tone I used with all of my students.
“Can you help me with something?” He asked, with a slight note of nervousness and caution in his voice. Kyle had never asked for help before, which was both the byproduct of his pride and his ability to figure things out on his own. He then rose from his seat with his notebook in front of him and walked to the right side of my desk.
“Yeah. What’s up?” I asked as I met his gaze, unsure of where this was heading and what he could possibly need help with. "Well..." He trailed off, looking around the room and avoiding immediate eye contact before returning to my question.
“I need help with this.” He said as his expression changed from nervous to calm and confident. And before I knew what was happening he tossed his notebook aside and lowered his hand to the very prominent bulge in his sweaty shorts, making sure to graze it ever so slightly in a menacingly teasing manner. I looked at where his hand rested upon his bulge and then upward again to his defined chest, before meeting his eyes and for the first time I think I was finally seeing the young man before me; the young man who I had been lusting over for more days than I could count.
