(Dys)functional [BoyxBoy]

⚠︎ Chapter 3 ⚠︎

(Dys)functional
"Chapter 3"

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Tony 

After I get home, I make sure to take extra care of Sara and make her dinner. It's just a pb&j, but at least it's something.

I can't get Toby out of my head. The way he looked under me and his blushing. I've always loved blushing. It's very rare that I find myself interested in a guy. I haven't had the urge since college. But there's just something about him that pulls me in. It's probably his size, I love ruining small pretty boy twinks. They always moan just right and beg me to take them.

I want his ass so bad.

Once I'm sure Sara's asleep in her room, I pull up the school website on my phone and find a picture of him. I lay there naked and imagine his pretty little lips on my cock and start stroking. It's been a while since I've done this and I definitely need it.

I groan, teasing my tip, and speak to the imaginary teacher. "Yeah, that's right, suck Daddy's cock. You love it, don't you? Show me how much you fucking love it."

I squeeze and grunt, wanting more, so I pull out my flesh light, propping it up and shoving my erect cock inside. It feels so good, so I fuck into it at a brutal pace, breaking a sweat.

"Such a good fucking whore. Open that ass up for me, I want to fucking breed you."

I look at his picture again and come hard, filling the toy.

I take deep breaths and pull out, throwing the toy in the sink to clean later. I lay down and breathe. That felt so fucking good. I wish I had the real thing, but like I said yesterday, it's inappropriate to fuck your daughter's teacher, no matter how bad you want to bend him over his desk.

There's also the fact that I punched him and nearly made him bleed out.

Not a great second impression, but to be fair, I've never been good at communicating.

I start feeling tired, so I lay on my side to sleep, my mind still on Toby.

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The next day, I bring Sara to school on time, walking her inside.

When I get to her class, I notice another teacher talking to Toby. He seems worried about the blond's injury, but Toby just plays with his hands.

I decide to avoid him. "Your account should be working now." I tell Sara.

She looks at Toby. "Thank you. Is this as far as we go?"

"Uh-huh." I kneel down. "Sara, you can't tell anyone about what happened yesterday, alright?"

Sara nods. "Can I talk to Mr. Love?"

"Yes."

"He's good for secrets." Sara giggles. "You should talk to him. Mr. Collins looks like he might try and make Mr. Love his husband."

Jealousy flares up inside me. "Are they a thing?" I glare at the back of Collins head.

"I don't know. They talk a lot and they both do pick-up together. So I've seen him while waiting for you to get here."

I have trouble resisting the urge to march over there and interrupt. "I see."

"Mr. Collins is handsome. Some of my friends thinks he's a prince."

"Stay here." I tell her and go over to the two, knowing I'm about to get myself into trouble.

Toby's eyes widen in recognition and he faces me. "Is there something you need, Mr. Díez?"