Joey Fucks Teach

Mr Brennan sighed.

He was working late again, forced to supervise a senior’s work on his end of year assignment.

To be fair, he really didn’t mind all that much. The kid, Joey, was a real looker. 5′ 11″ and thin, with a soft, boyish face, long blonde hair, and eyes to die for; Light green with flecks of amber and full eyelashes that loved to gaze languidly at Mr. Brennan’s clothed crotch when he thought no one was looking.

And don’t get him started on that ass.

Oooo, that ass! The merest thought of that dumper had kept his right hand working overtime all semester. It was round, though not too large. Heart shaped and firm, he often caught himself staring longingly at it’s pert globes and imagining what it would feel like to slide his dick between those two fleshy pillows until he came all over the senior’s back.

Shit, he needed to get laid. It had been 5 years since his last piece of ass, and his dick was starting to forget what it felt like. Sadly, being a closeted gay man in small-town America meant that his options were limited, and he adamantly refused to use dating apps or partake in random hookups. He had seen too many friends succumb to the AIDS epidemic of the ’80’s to risk it.

He sighed again and tried to focus on the task at hand. Instead, Mr. Brennan found himself gazing longingly at Joey as he bent over his workspace, his arm moving back and forth as he sawed another piece of lumber for his project. He was wearing skinny jeans, his assets barely contained within the straining fabric of his Levi’s. He let out an involuntary groan as he felt his cock start to harden at the sight, imagining he was watching Joey pumping his own cock as he bent down and swallowed a fat fuckstick to the hilt.

At the sound, Joey turned and winked at him, flipping his hair over his shoulder and bending over even further as if presenting his posterior for inspection.

Mr. Brennan drew a sharp intake breath as he saw a lacy red thong poking out from above Joey’s jeans. His cock twitched and released a large dollop of pre-come, making a wet spot on his khaki pants. Reaching down to readjust his aching prick, Mr. Brennan noticed the wet spot and rubbed it worriedly as he looked back to see if Joey had noticed.

His eyes grew wide and his face turned red when he saw the senior strutting towards him, his hips sashaying as he crossed his legs with each step, a wide and dazzling smile on his face, his eyes glued to the considerable bulge in the teacher’s pants.

“Mmmm, is that for me?” Joey asked silkily, his voice soft and measured to exude as much sex as possible. Reaching out his arms, he placed his forearms on Mr. Brennan’s shoulders and straddled his lap, leaning back and grinding his clothed ass against the very large lump he found himself sitting on.

Mr. Brennan gulped audibly and looked back and forth in case they weren’t alone, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his student ground onto him. Was he dreaming?

“Ummm…” he began, but Joey placed a finger on his lips and shushed him.

“It’s okay, baby… I know what teach likes.”

Brennan groaned again as Joey leaned forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss onto his teachers open mouth, shoving his tongue between his lips and exploring every inch of the suddenly dry orifice, his tongue ring ticking off of Mr. Brennan’s teeth as he explored.

It took a few minutes, but the spell eventually broke and Mr. Brennan roughly pushed Joey off of him and onto his ass.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but whatever it is, it is highly inappropriate and I think you should leave.” he managed to gasp out and pointed to the only entrance to the shop classroom.

Joey looked up at him, a frown on his lips and fire in his eyes.