Eraser was on a mission, his keen eyes scanning the classroom for any signs of mischief. As the ancient school supply, he had seen it all, from the naughtiest pranks to the most devious misbehaviors. But today, he had a hunch that something particularly intriguing was about him to unfold.
The classroom was quiet, almost eerily so. Most of the students were diligently working on their assignments, unaware of Eraser's watchful presence. His attention was drawn to the back of the room, where a faint, rhythmic sound could be heard. It was a familiar sound, one that made his rubbery body tingle with excitement. Someone was pleasuring themselves, and Eraser was determined to catch the culprit in the act.
He moved swiftly, his rubber soles silent on the linoleum floor. As he approached the source of the sound, he saw Woody, the shy and unassuming slab of balsa wood, sitting at his desk with his eyes closed, a blissful expression on his wooden face. Woody's slender limbs were wrapped around a thick pencil, stroking it rhythmically against his smooth, wooden body.
Eraser's eyes widened with excitement. He had never caught anyone in such a compromising position before. Woody, the timid and gentle soul, was a secret pleasure seeker, and the sight of him masturbating was both shocking and incredibly arousing.
Woody's wooden cock, a pale shade of oak, was partially exposed, glistening with pre-cum as it bobbed with each stroke of the pencil. The wood grain along its length seemed to pulse with every thrust, a testament to Woody's hidden passion. Eraser's own rubbery length began to stiffen, responding to the erotic display before him.
"Oh, Woody," Eraser whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You naughty, naughty boy. What do we have here?"
Startled, Woody's eyes flew open, and he froze, the pencil still nestled against his groin. His wooden cheeks flushed a deeper shade of brown as he realized he'd been caught in the act by the formidable Eraser.
"P-please, Eraser," Woody stammered, his voice shaking. "I-I didn't mean to... It's just..."
"Shh, it's okay, little one," Eraser cooed, his tone softening as he took a step closer. "There's no need to explain. I understand the allure of self-pleasure. But you shouldn't be doing this in the classroom, should you?"
Woody shook his head, his eyes downcast. "I-I'm sorry, Eraser. I just... I get so lonely sometimes, and it helps me feel better."
Eraser's heart softened at the sight of the vulnerable wood. He knew Woody had a difficult past, one that had left him traumatized and craving affection. The eraser's goofy nature melted away, replaced by a protective and dominant instinct.
"Come here, Woody," Eraser said gently, holding out his rubbery hand. "Let me show you a better way to feel good."
Woody hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand in Eraser's, feeling the warmth and texture of the rubber against his wooden skin. Eraser led him to the front of the classroom, away from the prying eyes of their classmates.
Erasing positioned Woody against the teacher's desk, the cool surface contrasting with Woody's heated body. He gently pushed Woody's limbs aside, exposing his rigid wooden shaft. Eraser's fingers wrapped around Woody's cock, and he began to stroke it with a firm, steady rhythm.
"Oh... oh, Eraser," Woody moaned, his head falling back as pleasure washed over him. "That feels... incredible."
Eraser's other hand reached up to caress Woody's face, his thumb brushing against the wood grain on his cheek. "You like that, don't you, my sweet Woody? I know how to make you feel even better."
With that, Eraser leaned down and took the tip of Woody's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. Woody gasped, his body trembling as he felt the wet heat of Eraser's mouth engulfing him. The eraser's suction was powerful, drawing out moans of pleasure from Woody's lips.
Eraser worked his way down Woody's length, taking more of him into his mouth with each pass. His rubbery lips stretched to accommodate the wooden shaft, his saliva mixing with Woody's pre-cum, creating a slippery, slick sensation.
"F-fuck, Eraser," Woody panted, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. "I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"
Eraser pulled back, his mouth leaving a trail of saliva along Woody's cock. "Not yet, my eager little one. I want to taste every drop of your sweet release."
He positioned himself between Woody's legs, his rubbery length pressing against Woody's entrance. With a gentle but firm thrust, Eraser penetrated Woody, his rubber sliding easily into the tight wooden hole. Woody cried out, his body arching as he felt himself stretched around Eraser's thick shaft.
Eraser began to move, pounding into Woody with deliberate, forceful strokes. The classroom echoed with the sounds of flesh and wood colliding, the teacher's desk creaking with each thrust. Woody's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Eraser hit all the right spots, his wooden body trembling on the verge of release.
"C-cum inside me, Eraser!" Woody begged, his voice hoarse with need. "Fill me with your hot rubber!"
Eraser's movements became more frantic as he felt Woody's hole clenching around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within Woody, his rubbery length pulsing as he shot his load, filling Woody's hole with hot, sticky cum.
Woody's body convulsed as he climaxed, his wooden cock spurting ropes of white wood sap that mingled with Eraser's rubbery discharge. They rode the waves of pleasure together, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.
As their orgasms subsided, Eraser pulled out slowly, his rubbery length sliding out with a wet, sucking sound. Woody slumped against the desk, his body spent and satisfied.
"That was... amazing," Woody breathed, his eyes sparkling with newfound confidence.
Eraser smiled, his rubbery lips stretching wide. "I'm glad I could help, Woody. Just remember, if you ever need to feel good again, I'm here for you."
With that, Eraser winked and returned to his duties, leaving Woody to bask in the afterglow of their illicit encounter, his wooden body forever marked by the passionate embrace of his unlikely lover.
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