Awoken Sins

SIDE NOTE:
Tinnie: An individual package of marijuana, wrapped in tin-foil, usually of a 20$ value.

Inhale. Exhale.
Savoring the smell, my eyes close to heighten my sensors.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
My body relaxes as I drown in my teachers aroma.
I concentrate on the hand that is stroking my head.
I feel his fingers drag down my cheek, as I nuzzle my way closer to his pubes, even though my nose has long since pressed against his skin already.

For so long have I wanted this sense of comfort, and now I have finally obtained it. However as soon as the relaxation starts, my head starts to get pulled away. I quickly hug onto the legs of my captor; not wanting this sensation to end.
But my captor is strong, and my mind and body has become weak, exposed.

I look up at Mr Ramos, my captor as he separates my face from his body.

"You forgot to put the condom on" he chuckles.
My mind is blank, realizing that this was supposed to be a different kind of learning experience.
I look around for the condom, and find it on the desk next to me.
I know I'm not ready for this, my body is not ready for this. But right now all I want is more of that Latin man. I twist my body around and take the condom wrapper from my desk and rush to open it. A moment away from my desire is a moment wasted.

I finally unwrap the condom, and with flimsy hands I try to put it on the tube that was in my mouth just moments before.
The object of my desire is starting to deflate. I'm trying to control my hands however they're too shaky from fear and excitement.
"The only way I could get more is if I sacrifice my body" I think to myself.

My entire body is starting to shake.
"Michael."
Mr Ramos reaches down and grabs onto my wrist, takes the condom from my hand and wraps it on his cock.
"There, we're done" Mr Ramos says while patting me on my head.

"Done?" I wonder
I feel my body being picked up, I'm standing on shaking legs.
"How do you feel about today's lesson now" Mr Ramos smirks as he stands me up.
"I... I... what?" I can't help but shake from confusion and fear.
"The lesson, what do you think about today's lesson?" Mr Ramos says while holding me steady.
Mr Ramos gives his dick a quick tug, draining the left over cum and precum into the condom then takes it off. He then reaches down and starts pulling up his boxers and pants. My mind is racing. My eyes are filling with tears as my obsession, my desire is now out of my reach. Unobtainable.

"Detention is over, I will see you next week" Ramos says as he walks back towards his desk.
I can't form words. I'm afraid that I will never get an opportunity like this again.
"Here, take this" he says as he walks back towards me with the dildo from earlier on in class in his hand, and with the condom he had on just moments ago in his other hand.
"It's a replica of my own dick from when I was younger" he says with a light chuckle, waving the dildo in the air. He then passes the contents of his hands onto me.
"Make sure you get a lot of practice. I will see you next week"
He then leaves the room, my mind is a mess. I have a big brown dildo in my left hand and a slightly used condom that was on my sexy Teacher just moments ago in my right.
My legs are still shaky, but I gain my composure.

I pack up the dildo in my school bag, take a quick look at myself using my phone and head out of class.
"Shit" I say as I look at the time on my phone, it's been over half an hour.
As I'm about to put my phone away, I get a call from my close friend Brodie.

"Hey man, where are you?" He says, he sounds like he's outside- I can hear the wind and some students talking.
"Detention just finished, I'll come out in a few"  I say, thinking of some excuse.
"Out of the closet?" He laughs.
My heart sinks as he says that, there's no way he could know my sexuality so suddenly. Did I say something to give it away?
"I'm kidding bro, hurry up and get out here" he says after laughing at his own joke.

As I walk towards the exit, I notice that quite a few students still hang around after school. I notice that they're mostly athletic and popular people, with the occasional nerd, so it's likely they're just hanging around for after school activities.
I rush around the corner as I bump right into Justin.
"What the fu- Oh it's you, hey little man" Justin says while patting my head.
I'm stunned, intimidated. Justin however looks like he's in a good mood.
"Don't look so happy to see me" he says mockingly.
"How was detention?" he says, I really don't have time for small talk since my mate Brodie is waiting outside.
"It was good- fine, I mean- normal, why?" I quickly say.
'Who the hell calls detention good or fine' I think to myself.
"Chill bro, I was just asking." he says, giving a quick look at his phone.
"Are you heading out?" Justin asks looking back at me and down to his phone.
"Yeah, gotta catch up with my mate, cya!" I reply, thinking that's my cue to leave.
"I'll come with, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend, she's also in detention today."

He then wraps his arm around my neck as we start walking, he starts a quick speech on how school is stupid and what his weekend plans are.

"What are you up to this weekend little man?" I feel his warmth of his arm around my neck as he asks this question. Thinking that Mr Ramos' dick was there just minutes before.
"Not much, and call me Michael"
"Only if you call me 'Sir'" he says Sir with a smirk.
As we are heading towards the exit of the building, I notice that there is only a sparse amount of students talking with each other, meaning most students have left on their way home to their weekend festivities.

As we walk outside the building, I see Brodie on his phone close to another group of students and he looks up to see me.
"I'll see you later, Michael" Justin says with a smile as he unwraps his arm from around my shoulder
"Bye Sir." I say as a joke, however it almost felt like instinct.
He gives a quick grin as he walks back into the building.

I walk down the stairs down towards Brodie, feeling the cool of the Fall breeze hit me.
"I didn't know you were friends with Justin" he says as he's busy typing on his phone.
"I'm not, we just did an exercise in health class together" I say, looking away in the distance as I'm speaking. Recalling on how today's class went in my head.
I hear him mumble something as I shake the memory from my head.
"What?" I ask, having no idea what he just said.
"I said what was the exercise, dude you need to quit day dreaming" he says while giving me a quick nudge and laughing to himself.
"Oh nothing much, anyway lets get going. The bus will leave in a few minutes and there won't be another for awhile" I reply, trying to divert the conversation.
We walk towards the bus stop, and notice that the bus driver is motioning for us to speed up.
We jog towards the bus, pay our fees and notice that the bus is half full.

We decide to just sit next to eachother near the back of the bus, on a normal day this bus usually has a lot more free space, meaning you could get the double-seats to yourself most of the ride.
"Fuck it's cold today" Justin mentions as he sits down next to me. He then starts rubbing his arms with his hands.
"You wouldn't feel it so much if you brought in a proper shirt and jumper to school" I say, mocking how he's still wearing his white tank top and shorts.
"You look warm, let me borrow your jumper for a bit" he says motioning me to take my sweater off.
"Dang Brodie, you nearly made me feel bad for you" I say in a teasing tone.
He then moves closer to me, I look at him and he has a devilish grin plastered onto his face.
"What?" I ask, knowing that he's about to do something.
He quickly pounces on me, trying to get my sweater off.
I laugh instinctively, he's trying to tickle me to get my hands off my own sweater.
Finally he gives up and relaxes next to me, throws his right arm around my neck and relaxes.

His scent comforts me again, so I also relax against his side instinctively.
"Justin?" He asks, still trying to catch his breath.
"What are you doing?" He chuckles.
I started resting my head against his side, embarrassed I pick my head up.
"Sorry man, I've just been tired all day" I say, looking out the window.
I'm so embarassed I can't even look at him.
Then he uses his arm to pull me close to him again.

We sit like that for the rest of the trip home, in silence with the scenery passing us by.
As our stop comes up, he removes his arm from around my neck.
He picks up his phone, gives it a quick check then rests it on his pants.
"So what was your exercise in Health Ed?" He asks, looking towards the front of the bus.
"We had a project for Sex education" I say, looking out the window then towards the front of the bus.
"We had to put condoms on dildos" I watch his face to see his reaction, he starts to choke on laughter.
"Did you learn anything new bro?" he asks still stifling a laugh, holding onto his phone and chest.
The only reason why he asks that is because he knows I'm still a virgin. Not because I choose to be, it's just because I have no interest in girls.
"Yes" I say embarrassed, little does he know how much I learnt today.

He let the conversation drop there as our stop was close to approaching.
We picked up our school bags from the ground and alerted the bus driver that our stop was coming up. We stood up and got close to the exit of the bus.
Brodie put his bag on his back while I'm holding mine in front of me, both because I can't keep my balance on this bus as it's moving and because of the conversation me and Brodie just had.
It seems as I'm not the only one with bad balance, as Brodie keeps bumping into the back of me, with him holding onto the top rail of the bus behind me. I enjoy the sensation of the close contact, but know that it's coming to an end in a few seconds.

"Not how I plan on losing my virginity" I whisper to him mockingly.
That just caused him to push up against me harder.
The bus slowed down into a stop, meaning that we must have reached our destination.
We exit the bus and head on the way to my house. My home isn't that far of a walk from the bus station, it should take a few minutes to reach home.
"Fuck it's cold!" he shouts to himself.
I pay no attention to him, as he's just typing on his phone again.
A minute into the walk, I'm about to put my bag on properly (as my dick has finally softened down) when suddenly he grabs the bottom of my sweater and is able to take it off me in a single swoop.

I put on my bag and begin to chase him towards home; and in no time we're both at my front door step. As I was approaching, I noticed that my parents must have left already. They normally leave for work after I get home, but due to me being stuck in detention they must have left already.
I quickly snatch the sweater from him, and open the door. We collapse on through, both of us on the ground catching our breath.

After a few minutes of relaxing, Brodie takes of his shoes, stands up and offers me a hand to pull me up.
I take the offer after taking my shoes off and we both head upstairs.
My room is rather crowded, with a queen sized bed pushed up against the corner of the room, the TV facing the bed which is stood on top of my dresser.
There's a big mess of clothes surrounding the floor, with what I consider my dirty pile and 'clean enough to wear' pile.
To my mom however, they're both considered dirty piles so she just goes through a sweep every few days.
To the side of my TV is my computer desk, it's strategically placed so that if someone comes in my room, they would see the computer desk last. The TV is also facing away from the door so you aren't able to view the screen unless you enter the room.

I've got a PS3 connected towards the TV, so Brodie turns the TV and PS3 on and relaxes on my bed.
He's placed himself to the side of my bed, so I have to climb over him to reach the side closest to the wall.
He turns YouTube on the PS3 and we just decide to watch quite a number of prank videos for awhile. As we are both relaxing, I must have gotten too relaxed as I fall asleep next to him.

I'm running, fleeing from darkness. I could see a light in front of me that I can't seem to reach. As I'm running I feel as I'm also being pulled. I look behind me and see dozens of arms reaching out for me.
I look forward again and see that the light is approaching me. I run harder, knowing that the light in front of me would be my sanctuary of peace.
I close my eyes as I run hard, and find myself enveloped in a flower field. Warmth embraces me. I lie down in the meadow; inhaling and exhaling. 

Letting safety captivate me.

I wake up, feeling the same warmth from the meadow. The same sensation of feeling safe. I take a strong breath in as my senses come back to life. I stretch in my bed and open my eyes. That is when I notice that my arm is draped around Brodie, and my face is pressed up against his side again.
I also feel one of his arms over my arm that is covering him. I can slightly hear the sounds of a program or movie in the background.
I take another breath in and groan. Trying to flip over.
"You awake man?" He's putting pressure on my arm as I'm trying to flip over.
I groan again, trying to wiggle out of his hold.
I'm moving so much that I notice my position, my head is directly underneath his arm. That explains why the TV sounds so muffled. I'm suddenly overcome with the scent of his aroma.
"yes I'm awake" I muffle out while I'm underneath his armpit.
"can you let me go" I muffle, while trying to wiggle myself out again.
"What's the magic word?" He says, I can hear the grin on his face.
"Please" I muffle out, not really wanting to get out of this situation.
"Not good enough" he says, while he continues to watch TV.
In reality, I could probably get out of this situation if I gave it a proper try, so far my attempts have been weak. I relax underneath him for a few minutes longer.
"What time is it?" I ask, trying to attempt a conversation with him.
He relaxes my hold on my arm for a brief second, I'm trying to move away from him however he quickly holds me back.
"Nearly 8" he says, diverting his attention back towards the TV.
"You need to say the magic word if you want me to release you, this is my final warning" he says again. I really don't know what word he is expecting here.
"Whats the magic word" I ask as I'm now trying to move my arm around his body.
He remained silent.
After a minute of wiggling my arm around on his chest, I found a sensitive spot on the side of his body and started tickling it.
He started bucking around laughing while having a strong hold on my hand. He lifts my hand up so I can't touch him anymore.
"Because you- did that- you deserve- punishment" he says, between breaths.
He grabs hold of my hand and lowers it, and lowers it until it reaches the hem of his shorts.
"What are you-" I say, while I try to pull away, I know what he's about to do. I'm frantically pulling my hand. Finally I release my hand, and scoot backwards towards the wall. My heart is pounding.
He doesn't stop though, while looking at me with an evil grin on his face, he places his hand into his shorts, digs around and pulls out the tinnie.
I give a quick sigh and look up at Brodie to see him with an even bigger grin than before.

Brodie puts the tinnie on the side table next to my bed, sits up and scoots closer to me. He shows me both his hands and then dips them into his shorts again, digging around in his shorts.
He then brings then up, gives them a quick smell and makes a disgusted look as he inches his hands towards my face. I'm backed against the wall with Brodie gaining distance on me. He has a devilish grin on his face.
His hand then makes contact with my face, I freeze.
"Say the word that you called Justin today" he says, with a smirk on his face.
He then cups my nose and mouth with his hands.
I think, think hard at my conversation with Justin earlier that day.
I recollect the memories of today, and get slightly aroused once again. That with the aroma of Brodie's hands covering my face doesn't help one bit at all and I end up getting a boner.
I breathe in the smell, savoring the smell while thinking of my conversation earlier today.
I wince my eyes to pretend that I hate the smell that is capturing me.
'Does he want me to call him Sir? How does he know what I called Justin? Plus I meant it as a joke when I called him Sir.' I think, recalling earlier today and try give it a shot.
"If you don't answer me, I'll give you the real thing!" He says teasingly, I give my wildcard a shot.
"Sir?" I ask pleadingly
He looks down at me, shrugs and removes his hands from my face.
I let out a huge breath, and we both relax next to eachother.

I turn to face the TV, and watch American Dad with him.

"Yo Michael?" he asks, trying to get my attention. I look up at him, he's holding the tinnie in his hand.
He wags it in the air, with a big grin on his face.

I relax again watching American Dad again, while Brodie goes downstairs for a few minutes to get a lighter out of his bag.
He comes back upstairs with a big grin on his face and relaxes next to me. I don't usually smoke so I let him get on with it, soon the room is full with the aroma of him and the Marijuana.
I take a single hit, and feel the high as I relax even further next to him.
After another few minutes, he puts the tinnie down for a bit and relaxes down next to me.

We watch the rest of American Dad and the credits come up.
That's when he speaks again.
"Mike?" I hear him say, trying to get my attention again. I sit up a bit and see that his eyes are closed. His face is expressionless.
He must know that he got my attention due to me moving up.
"Can I ask you a question?" he says, he seems hesitant.
"Sure" I say, relaxing again, I lie back down next to him.
"Why did you get a boner when you were smelling my hands?" he says, while remaining still.
My heart starts pounding, I continue to stare at the ceiling.
He starts to turn towards me, I tightly close my eyes, fearing the worse.
He moves around in the bed a bit, then the unexpected happened. He cups his hand over my nose. 

I open my eyes, out of instinct and shock. I inhale deeply.
Comfort.
He releases his hand again and looks at me with a puzzled face.
My face goes red with embarrassment.
"Why didn't you tell me" he laughs.
"Wait, why did you try to stop before me if this is what you wanted?" he says while cupping his hand over my nose again. I inhale deeply, savoring the smell.

"I was afraid of what you would think of me" I say back, comforting myself in his scent.
He once again removes his hand from my nose, then sits up and removes his tank top.
I notice the light definition on his chest, he's not buff or skinny, but he's got just the enough weight on for his body to be tight and smooth. I appreciate the light dusting of hair he has around his chest and the light brown trail of dust on his stomach, directing downwards towards the bulge.
"I think you deserve the real thing after all I've put you through." he says, while edging himself closer to me. I see a boner, it's not a monster like Mr Ramos' cock, but it's definitely not small either.

"Go ahead, do whatever you feel like." he says, as he peels down his shorts and underwear in one quick swoop. I instinctively swallow as I take in the sight in front of me.
With the TV guiding me as a light, I grab hold of him.

"Can you lie down?" I say to him, he doesn't acknowledge what I just said, and just took the order. Right now he's just playing as a puppet for my desires.

I lie down next to his thighs, appreciating the look of his entire body.
His calves are smooth, as it's a recommended requirement at our school for men to shave if they are a part of any athletic sport teams. His calves also has quite a noticeable tan compared to his thighs. His upper legs however have a dusting of light brown / golden hair. Leading up towards his small patch of pubes.
I move myself between his legs. I take a quick look at his face and notice that he has placed both of his hands behind his head, with his eyes closed.
He's probably dreaming this is Georgia between his legs, I think to myself.

I then let my gaze drop down onto his dick once again, taking the full appreciation of it.
His cock is noticeably whiter than the rest of his body, with a rather large pink cock head. I look at the thickness and length of it and compare it to my own. I estimate that he's about 8 inches in length. In reality he's probably no larger than 7 inches, and my excitement just pictured him being bigger. He's not too thick, so it should fit comfortably in my mouth in comparison to Mr. Ramos.

I have determination to try get this dick into my mouth, and pleasure my close friend properly.
I kneel down between his legs, and grab hold of his dick; which is naturally pointing straight towards his chin.
It pulses as I grab hold, I take a moment to admire his lime-sized balls, he seems to keep his pubes tidy as the hair on his balls look like they were recently trimmed.
I kneel down and touch my tongue towards his balls, then I give a long lick on his ballsack, savoring the taste of his day sweat. At the touch my tongue on his balls, his balls draw up and he lets out a low growl.
He instinctively cups his hands on my head in reassurance.
Not that I needed the reassurance, I drop my head and start lapping on his balls. He lets this go on for a few minutes, however with his hands trying to pick my head up I recall how earlier today I was in the same position with my Teacher. Out of instinct I pick my head up, grab onto his cock and lower my mouth over the dickhead.
I watch him as I take his dickhead into my mouth. He's watching me intensively, out of shock and pleasure.

I savor the taste for a moment before I begin to lower my mouth further down his shaft while staring into his gaze.
Noticing that I'm doing rather well, I get overconfident and I try take the full length into my mouth, and finding myself unexpectedly gagging.
Teardrops naturally fill my eyes as I gag. I note how far down I could go and noticed that I could take a decent 5 inches without gagging.

I go back up to his dickhead, and let it sit on my tongue as I start to jerk him off while I hold him in my mouth.
I now focus my full attention towards his dick, I hold onto the base of his dick with a few fingers, and start taking him into my mouth again. I savor the taste he releases and inhaling strongly when I get close to my fingers.
I'm overwhelmed with sensations and aromas.

As I speed up my pace, I notice the frequency of Brodie's moans increase, and get increasingly louder.
Knowing that he's getting close, I hold his dickhead in my mouth again and jerk him off into completion. He releases his hands from my head and puts them on my side, grabbing onto the bed sheets on either side of him.
Before the moment of release, it feels as everything has frozen still.
I hear Brodie take a sharp breath in, however no sound comes out.
I also notice that his balls have drawn up close to his body, however no cum is being released.
That's until I meet his gaze once again, and feel as his legs convulse on either side of me.
He holds my head strongly, making sure I don't release my mouth from his dickhead, not that I had any intention to.
I feel volley after volley spurt from his cock, I'm ravishing the sensation of feeling his dick pulse, knowing that he's feeling intense pleasure.
I counted 5 spurts of cum before his dick starts to dribble instead of shoot. With Mr Ramos I didn't get the opportunity to savor the texture and taste. So I milk from Brodie's dick, suckling on just the tip of his dick and collect all the rest over cum. I then savor the taste of him completely before swallowing the rest of his essence.

He lets out a long breath, releases my head and relaxes again.
"That was probably the best blowjob I ever had" he says, while I still hold the head of his dick in my mouth.
I release his dick from my mouth and relaxed my head on his crotch, letting his aroma take hold of me just like Mr Ramos did hours before. I use my tongue lick around the inside of my mouth, collecting the rest of his cum and taking a swallow.
"Like you've had many of those" I say jokingly.
He laughs at that comment.
'Back to being bros' I think before nuzzling into his crotch again.

"I'm hungry" he says. I also notice I haven't eaten anything since lunch break, well other than two loads of cum.
"You should order us some pizza or something" he says while stretching his legs on either side of my head. I then feel his legs rest on my back.
I look up at him, he's got a smirk on his face.
He's got me trapped again.

"What's the magic word" he says with a grin.
"Yes Sir."

Hey again guys, I hope you enjoyed the second part to this series.
I'm not done yet, and I'm sure you guys are interested for more.
Thank you all for the kind feedback, I do take criticism rather well, so please offer any advice to make this story more enjoyable.

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Anyway. I'll come back in a few days with the third part; Stay tuned for more!
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