Live and Learn - First Lesson

Mr. Morosini assumed the new students’ murmuring behind his back were making comments about his figure. The air conditioning had broken over the summer holidays, and the fabric of his collared shirt clung to his back muscles, drenched in sweat from the unusually hot September weather. Every year, new students needed some sort of adjustment period to being in his class: the girls would swoon, the edgier ones would wear tighter tops; the boys would marvel, the jocks would switch from their current sport to join his extracurricular weight-training club.

He sighed while scratching out semester goals on the chalk board, preparing a small speech in his head about the need to behave in class. When Mr. Morosini turned around, his saw that it wasn’t just his back, glutes, arms, chest, or his scruffy looks that were the cause of distraction. The female students tittered, and the male students muttered jokes, at their classmate Todd. Some boys gave him a thumbs-up, evoking laughter from the other young men.

Todd shifted in his seat, trying to conceal a fierce and large erection, leaning over his paper and pretending to take notes, covering his eyes with his copper hair. He was unable to pay attention to Mr. Morosini’s lecture; the students created a constant, dull hum of disturbance. His embarrassment was apparent, and it egged on his peers for more taunting.

Mr. Morosini sighed and set down the chalk stick with a loud clack. Even his most attentive students had been swept up in the distraction which Todd had unwillingly created. “Grace!” he called to the homely, bespectacled student in the front row.

“Yes, yes sir!” she shrieked, surprised and pressing her legs together to hide her spreading saturation.

“Step up to the lectern — yes, Grace, walk over here, you’re not the only one of your classmates with a ... ‘physical distraction’ — and read to the class from page two-o-eight in my book there. There are some notes in red ink, with the answers in blue; quiz the class while I take care of Todd’s ‘distraction.’ And write down the names of anyone misbehaving while I’m away!” Mr. Morosini added, scanning the desks with his brow furrowed. “I will not come back to this room and find any horseplay of any kind.” He faced the copper-haired student. “Todd! Come with me. Don’t worry about covering it with your backpack; they’ve all seen it for the last ten minutes.”

Todd’s face shifted from pink to red as he followed Mr. Morosini. The male students hooted and clapped, the female ones giggled and whispered. Todd’s friend Jake tried to encourage him with smile, Leslie the chess queen licked her lips, and Royal the track captain pumped his fist in the air at the sight of Todd’s boner stretching out his jeans.

“Hurry it up, Todd, we’ve already wasted enough class time.” Mr. Morosini led his pupil out through the classroom door and down the hall.

“I-I’m really sorry, Mr. Morosini. I wanted to, like, make it go away earlier, but I overslept and had to run to class. I didn’t even have time to eat or shower. I’m so sorry!”

“I can smell you didn’t shower, Todd. And I can smell you had dreams that aroused you all night. You reek of pheromones.”

Todd looked like he was about to vomit or cry from nerves. His skin burned as he looked up at the handsome face with olive-green eyes.

“It’s not a crime, Todd; don’t look at me like that — but I care very much about my classroom quality. So, we need to be able to focus. Mr. Reynolds!” he added, addressing the elderly janitor.

“Yeah?”
“Do you have a bottle of the lotion you put in the lady teachers’ lounge.”
“Ah, yes, Franky — here! Did they run out?”
“No, no. Just need to take care of this one; he’s distracting my class.”
“Well, well, kid’s got a python for a trouser pounder!”
Todd hunched his shoulders and looked down at Mr. Morosini’s polished leather shoes. “Don’t encourage him. Please put the ‘closed’ sign in front of the young men’s restroom

door, Mr. Reynolds.”

Inside the restroom, Mr. Morosini grabbed Todd by the waist, lifted him up, and set him on the counter. Todd gasped in surprised, seeing how easy it was for those tan-bronze hands to manipulate his body.

“This is the only time I will ever break class for a matter like this, do you understand?” “What are you —”

“We’re going to make this erection go away,” Mr. Morosini said, brushing back some dark, heavy curls from his forehead. “Don’t try to resist, and don’t even think of trying to enjoy this,” he said, undoing his wrist and forearm buttons, rolling up his sleeve past his elbow. The fabric stretched at his thick biceps and triceps, and the forearms showed tanned skin and dark hair like a wolf’s, just like on his wide chest once the tie and buttons there were loose.

Todd looked at the two mounded pectorals, noticing the depth of the ravine between them, and how rugged and scruffy his teacher appeared despite the tailored shirts, trousers, and shoes he always wore. He couldn’t imagine his teacher ever being out of control and wild — his face, hair, and nails were always groomed like a model on a men’s fashion magazine — but Todd felt his own dick leaking more precum at thought of Mr. Morosini fucking his classmates, one by one.

“Did you hear me, Todd?”
“Oh, sorry! Sir, I... sorry!”
Mr. Morosini sighed again. He pinched Todd’s belt buckle with his thick hands and

unclasped the metal, then unbuttoned and unzipped his student’s trousers. “You clearly aren’t paying attention at all. I see from your grades last year that you’re a good student, but I also know that eventually our bodies get to this point where they take over.” He pulled at Todd’s boxers, with some difficulty; they were tight from the pressing cock shaft, and difficult to remove. In frustration, he simply ripped the underwear open. Todd’s erection sprung free and splattered precum on Mr. Morosini’s tailored shirt.

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Mr. Morosini!”

“It’s fine, Todd. Just... here, let’s hurry.” Mr. Morosini pumped some of the thick lotion into his hand and began smearing it onto Todd’s shaft. Todd gasped, tilting his head back against the counter mirror. His legs hung off the edge, and Mr. Morosini stood just to the side, pumping so his student’s cock faced the tiled floor. “Todd, if you can’t focus or keep from distracting your classmates, you need to routinely drain yourself — twice before bed, twice in the morning before you come to class. I had to do the same thing when I was your age.” He put more lotion in his second hand and gripped Todd, whose panting became gentle whining. “I can feel you fighting it. Stop that. Just let it happen, Todd.”

“Yes, Mr. — ah, I’m — ahhh!!” Todd groaned, and his cock spasmed in Mr. Morosini’s double-grip. His shaft slopped out several ropes of heavy cream that landed on the tile floor with dense, echoing plops. Todd slumped forward and put his head on his teacher’s shoulder, breathing in deep to recover, smelling his teacher’s cologne and musk.

Mr. Morosini gently, firmly pushed him back. “None of that, Todd. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“I’m... I’m not gay!”

“It’s not my business what my students like or don’t like, as long as it’s not me. ... I see you’re still erect. It’s... impressive, but it will be more distracting if you return to class with a full erection.” Mr. Morosini looked at his Swiss watch. “Okay, next round. Hurry. Think of something you like, Todd; we don’t have all day.” He applied more lotion to Todd’s cock and began twisting gently, stroking with both hands down to the base and up to the top.

Todd tried to think of Leslie’s tits flopping while Royal fucked her (the rumor was that they’d been dating and screwing nonstop all summer before Leslie dumped him for the handsome twins at Greendale); however, his eyes scanned the Roman arms of his instructor, then lifted up to the face which stared downwards, focused on the task. Todd couldn’t tell if he wanted to be like Mr. Morosini, or to kiss him, or to be physically punished by him. He then thought of his teacher slamming Leslie until her tits and curls were flopping lewdly over the desk while the class watched, before skullfucking Royal until he choked on their instructor’s cum.

“Sir, I’m — oh, please please — I want— nnyahh!” Todd exploded. Cum ropes thwacked the mirror behind him, splattered on the floor, and doused Mr. Morosini’s exposed arm. The thick cream soaked the teacher’s forearm fur.

Mr. Morosini grunted in frustration, looking at the protein mess on his arm. He then turned his olive-green eyes onto Todd. “Todd, this is not a great start to your year. I was hoping for once I could get a semester without some ... student ‘indiscretions,’ but this interruption is one of the worst I’ve experienced.”

“I’m really sorry, I’ll try, I’ll try hard to make you proud.”

“Make me proud? You need to do it for yourself, for your future career. It doesn’t matter what I think.”

Todd bit his lip. He could smell the sweat of his teacher. He looked at the jiggling muscles of his teacher’s chest, the dark nipples poking through the silk blend, the sweat under his arms, the way his manly fingers squished around his ginger cock — and immediately Todd imagined Mr. Morosini home from work, and the gym, pumping his own shaft.

What sort of porn did he watch? What sort of people did he fuck in real life? Todd couldn’t imagine Mr. Morosini truly satisfied with anyone less beautiful than the teacher himself, so he imagined Mr. Morosini jerking in front of the mirror, shirt off and thrown on the floor, dress pants unzipped, stroking his cock until he doused the mirror with heavy, horse-like ropes of Italian cum.

Todd’s balls tightened, hard and high. His insides felt like they were about to melt and explode out his cock slit.

“Good, Todd, let it out, so we can get back —”

“I love you, sir!!” Todd shouted, as his balls juiced themselves in a heavy, rolling flood of goop. The ejaculation didn’t shoot as far as the previous two, but the volume was fuller and the texture thicker. It painted his cock with slime, and filled Mr. Morosini’s hands until they overflowed with goopy seed.

The teacher stared at the cock as it softened at last, and Todd felt his own face glow hotly and his stomach turn nauseous from nerves. “I don’t know why I said that.”

Silently, his teacher walked to trash can, dumped the palmfuls of cum in the wastebasket, and began washing his hands and forearm in the sink, having to use heaps of soap to break up the thick cum on his skin.

“Go back to class,” he said at last, without expression.

Todd didn’t bother wiping his cock. He simply pulled his jeans back over his softened member and dashed back to the classroom.

“Mr Reynolds!” he heard his teacher call down the hall, “I’m sorry, but I’ll need you to mop in here. And bring some heavy soap and bleach.”

When Todd opened the classroom door and hurried to his seat, he saw Grace still dutifully reading. The room, with its opened windows, smelled less of horny young pheromones,

and the students were behaving almost normally — excepting Leslie, who was kissing in the back with some girl in a ponytail, making Royal both furious and horny. All eyes turned on Todd, though, as he swiftly sat down at his desk.

The seconds until Mr. Morosini’s return dragged, and he felt the entire class burrow into him and the teacher with curious stares.

“Thank you, Grace, please take a seat. Everyone, turn to page.........” Mr. Morosini continued, as if he had merely let Grace read aloud for a few moments.

The class focused at last, and Todd, eager more than ever to make the best grades possible, quietly and surreptitiously carved a heart into the wood desk with “Todd Morosini” in its middle.