Coming Home

School

Unfiltered. Will be edited. Needed to get it out.

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Ken had Tyler backed to the wall, fencing the timid man sides with his strong arms. 

"Don't lie to me Ty. I know you want this as much as I do," he said. Ken's pupils dilated in lust, staring straight into Tyler's bright eyes. Tyler knew then that his facade had worked on Ken. The older man fell for his cunning deception of feign innocence. 

"Yeah? and what if I don't?" Tyler said smugly, trying to provoke the already aroused man. Ken put on a smirk on his face, realising the tricks Tyler was playing on him. 

"We'll see," he said and began to walk away, leaving Tyler puzzled in his own game. He straightened his collar right and walked back to class in which Ken had already started. Apparently they were watching a video on World War Two and the classroom was already dark, leaving the moving screen the only illummination in the room. Tyler took his seat at the back of the classroom. 

Fifteen minutes into the movie, Tyler can see that other students in the class had their own attention to their own preferences; the jock snogging his slut at the end of the row, the emo asleep on their table, leaving the dorks with their loyal attention to learning. He was startled as Ken gave a loud knock on the table beside him. 

"Focus class. You know forty percent of this video will come out in your mid-term paper," he announced as the class let out a loud sigh, "Sit up straight Tyler." 

Tyler repositioned himself in his chair only to be suprised by a slinging arm on his shoulder. He froze...Ken was unbuttoning his shirt one by one, slowly. 

"What are you doing?" he whispered. 

"Eyes up front," Ken replied in hushes, ignoring Tyler's question. 

Tyler felt Ken hand sliding across his chest, grazing his left nipple. His breath hitched at the touch. Ken stopped and began rubbing and twisting Tyler's pouty peak. Tyler gripped the edge of his table, holding his moan in. Ken was doing it on purpose to get back at his playful trick. His fondling escalated to pinching. That was when Tyler hitched in suprised, his pants tightened across his croth. Ken was too bold. He knows what to turn Tyler on. 

"Don't stop," he said softly. Ken heard him just enough to appraise Tyler needy request.  

"The other..." Tyler was almost moaning. Ken proudly assert to Tyler demand, rubbing, twisting and fondling his right nipple next. Tyler leaned his head to Ken's moving arm, licking his strong biceps, bucking his hips under the table. Ken chuckled arrogantly at the sight of Tyler needy mess. He took his hand off and left Tyler hanging. 

Tyler was in need of release desperately. He needed more as the cloth of his shirt continued to graze and rubs his aroused and stiff nipples as Ken seemed to be enjoying seeing him flustered like that. He was already at the front of the class as the was video reaching its end. Tyler had his eyes fixed on Ken. He cannot let Ken win like this.

"Alright class, you're dismissed. I want a report on this next Friday," Ken gathered his belonging in one pile as Tyler passed him to exit. 

"Where do you think you're going buddy?" He asked the boy as he stops in his track. The boy turned to face his teacher with a smirk on his face. 

"You played me," Tyler said coolly. 

"You teased me first," Ken answered walking to the door and locking it, the front and back, "and now you're paying for it." 

"Yeah? How do you reckon I do that?" Tyler dropped his bag to the ground anticipating for what was coming. This was the game they usually play in their foreplays- the questioning game.