The Teacher's Pet | BoyxBoy

Lecture 02

               Brown eyes stared unblinkingly into soft blue ones. Really again! Three weeks into the new semester and Chris had more than ten separate encounters with his new student. The silver bangles on his wrist knocked softly in the empty room. Long fingers ran through his dark brown hair. Steven slammed the book that he held in his hand onto the table. Irritated that his question was left unanswered his eyes narrowed at Chris.

               The older man attempted to side step his younger opponent. A thin hand shot out grabbing his neatly done red, tie. The opposing force caused Chris to stumble into Steven. Using his free hand Steven tightened the knot of the tie. Eyes wide with fear stared at the young man. A struggle ensued between the two. Steven smiled brightly. He always had time for games. Pulling the body in his hand closer, he stole an unwanted kiss.

               The body in his hand fought to break free. Hands without true strength, made feeble attempts to land hits on its attacker.

               Excited from the prospects of what could be, Steven stated, "This classroom is on the abandoned floor. If you struggle some more, I just might ... you."

               The idea of something like that happening to him never once crossed his mind. The word itself brought laughter to Chris' lips. Steven smiled knowing that the man in his palm underestimated him.

               Three changes of address, several accusations and even more police reports were the memories created in his past. Too young to be placed on the registered sex offenders online listing. He continued through life unhindered. Steven caressed the cheek of his love interest.

      " ... me?" Chris said through his laughter. Steven littered several kisses on Chris' neck.

     "Mhn, but if you're willing. It won't feel that way. You could actually enjoy yourself."

     "I would never fu*k my student!" Expecting said response it was Steven's turn to laugh softly. Strength hidden by mundane, loose clothing revealed itself. A hard push was all that was needed to make the giant fall.

              Acting quickly he climbed atop him. Stunned from the fall Chris' eyes could barely make out the odd shape that hovered above him. The extra weight on his stomach was alarming, yet he was unable to do anything about it. Steven's smile turned sinister. Taking short pauses in between, he began to nibble and suck on Chris' lips. An arm rose up. Steven speedily moved, pinning it to the floor.

             Kneeling in a stretched out position, Steven pursued that which was forbidden. A low growl reberated in the room. The breaths sucked in became heavy. Grinding his hips on the prize to be claimed, he felt the sleeping parts of himself awaken.

     "Crap! Chris ... Chris ..." said Steven. The name on his tongue was chanted like a mantra that promised ascension. His breaths transformed into loud pants.

              Only human, Chris couldn't hide his bodies' response to Steven's actions. The stimulation through his jeans was too much. The hand that held his arm slackened moving away. It undid the button on Chris' pants and pulled down the metal zipper. Stopping long enough to pull down the jeans on himself, he continued to ride the body that moaned beneath him. Standing at full mast, Steven's masculinity begged to be freed. I wish he wanted me the same way. He thought.

                A crazed smile blessed his flushed face. No matter ... I'd rape him either way. Reaching in his shirt pocket a small, square pill packet was produced. It held his personal concoction within. One whiff of the pink powder could put out a professional wrestler. Careful to avoid inhaling it himself, he passed it beneath Chris' nose. Happy that a little more than a third of the powder was ingested, he kissed the man beneath him.