It was afterschool, Tony was thankful for it, as well as for his preparations. He could see his young student was confused when he came into class and all the curtains were drawn closed, cutting out most of the sunlight. He had voiced his bewilderment, "Why are all the curtains closed, Mr. Stark?" it was the first thing he had said to his history teacher at the beginning of their extra lesson. His name on the young man's tongue turned his legs to jelly.
"The sun was just bothering me." Tony had said simply in explanation, placing his hand on the small of the 18-year-old's back and leading him to black board, "You can put your bag down there and then we can start the lesson."
He know leaned against one of the student desk's at the front of his classroom. He watched the young man write his answers on the broad, noting the way the white button-up of his school uniform hugged the muscles on his back and the lithe curves of his athletic body. The white fabric was so thin that he could practically see the skin through it. He palmed himself through his black dress-pants.
"Is that right, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, turning around to look at his teacher. Tony quickly dropped his hand away from his groin, but luckily his student was contemplating his handbook so the chances of him having caught what Tony was doing were slim. Peter looked up with from the book with tantalising, curious eyes.
"What it is your struggling with, boy?" Tony asked and moving over to where Peter was standing.
"This question here, sir" Peter indicated the place in the book before turning back to look up to his answer on the blackboard.
"No, no, that's wrong." Tony said placing both his hands on the young man's shoulders, the touch causing warmth to unfurl across his skin, before taking the chalk from his student's hand and reaching over him, pressing his bulge against his butt, and correcting his answer on the board. "See, there you go." The young man pushed back against his bulge.
"T-thank you, Mr. Stark." Peter responded, flustered from the way their bodies had touched.
"Are you going to show me how thankful you are?" Tony whispered into his student's air, nibbling softly on his ear. He placed his hands on the 18-year-old's lissome waist.
Peter was completely bewildered, unsure of what to say. He was acutely aware of the older man's hands on his waist as well as his bulge pressing against his butt. He didn't trust his voice not to betray him, so instead he just nodded.
"Oh, yeah, and how are you going to show me?" Tony's voice was brimmed with concupiscence.
Peter felt the older man's soft, silky lips in the nook of his neck, kissing his skin. "I- I don't know...what would you like me to do, Mr. Stark?" he asked, his voice jittery with wired nerves. His knees struggled to keep him upright.
"I don't know, pretty boy," Tony's one hand snaked around to the front of Peter's body, before slipping down his stomach and beginning to unbutton the young man's grey school-pants. "You're so smart, what do you think I want you to do, huh?" With Peter's pants undone, he slipped his hand in, cupping his student's semi-erect penis in his hand, squeezing it slightly and causing the young man to whimper.
Peter puffed out an insubstantial gasp of breath, "Uh-" he groaned. Tony had pulled his pants and underwear down a little bit and was now softly stroking his erection.
"What? Are you too shy to say it?" Tony asked, teasing him.
Peter nodded, biting his bottom lip, and then laying his head back in the nook of Tony's neck. A bubble of pleasure was quickly expanding inside his stomach.
"That feels could, doesn't it?" Tony turned his head so that he could look over the young man's hazy face laying on his shoulder. Peter nodded. He then looked over, down to where his hand was stroking his student's erection. With the rushed breathing in his ear, he knew the 18-year-old was close and it wasn't long before he sprayed his semen against the wall opposite him with a whiny whimper, his face crumpling as he orgasmed.
