Where I Belong.

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Deans first day in this new school was hard to enjoy, after moving from his home in Kansas after being told he could never step foot into the high school ever again; his Dad decided to move to a little town outside of Kansas; named Nevaeh. Up here it was always cold and Dean really didn't like that.

His day consist of people whispering and staring. All though it was close to the ending of a horrible day it started to look up when Dean walked into his last class, catching his eyes on a black haired, blue eyed man.

"Welcome Dean," the man smiled "I'm your History teacher, Mr. Novak, please find a seat" Dean looked to the ground and slumped himself in the first desk he saw open. "If we could all open our books to page forty five"

Dean slipped his book in font of himself and sighed. When Mr. Novak was talking Dean couldn't focus on the words slipping from his pinkish, dry lips. Dean sat up straight, leaning himself on his elbows and began to fantasise about all the things Novak could do with that mouth of his. Dean never thought about being a bottom because face it. He's a top.

He got deeper into thought, watching every move Mr. Novak did; his lean torso, his fit arms then Dean felt a tightening in his ripped jeans and he glanced around to make-sure no one noticed.

He continued when the husky voice of Mr. Novak cut thought the panic of someone noticing the bulge. Dean thought about how Mr. Novak's 5 o'clock shadow would feel brushing his thighs and other things. Dean balled his fists, just the thought made him burn.

3:02pm

Dean closed his history book crumpling the papers inside then shoving it into his bag and tried to stand, throwing the book bag over his shoulder; but Dean noticed the bulge was very visible.

"Ew! That's gross!" A girl had noticed as well, she pointed and the whole class laughed. Dean's face went red. He sat back down shoving his bag on his lap.

"Okay, okay everyone calm down. Show yourselves out" Mr. Novak shooed the class of 15 outside into the crowed halls.

Dean got up once he noticed the bulge wasn't gonna go down without a stroke or two.

"Uh-Dean.." Dean was turned the other way when he heard his teacher call "can I talk to you?" Deans cheeks went red once more and he turned around looking at Mr. Novak leaning against his own desk and Dean began to walk back "have a seat, please" Dean sat down again.

"I know it's complicated.. In high school... Trust me, I had to go through my body changing as well" Novak took a break connecting his eyes with Dean's. feeling the awkward stare and he walked carefully over; sitting on Dean's desk "it's okay, you don't have to feel... Embarrassed Dean. It's all very natural, okay?" Dean shook his head cautioned not to look like a fool.

8:30pm

Dean laid in bed after his shower not in a rush to put clothes on. He laid there thinking about his talk with his teacher; mainly how hot he was, how he licked his lips after and how his jaw clenched when he talked about his high school boners. Dean felt his member growing again and he slipped the piece of towel that held the cloth on his waist; apart then taking his length into his hand pumping slowly.

He thought about his blue eyes, how they would shut tight when the tip of his penis would touch the back of his throat and his black hair sticking to his forehead with sweat from the all fours position.

Dean stroked faster but still taking the time to make it last. He thought of his lips being red and plump from the continuous sucking, Dean felt himself coming closer to the edge and thought to spice up things by putting his legs up then rubbing the sensitive hole and the rest is history.