Sordid School

Hi, just a quick word to say this is my first ever story I've posted and any constructive criticism about my writing would be really appreciated! Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Mr Potter

Hi. The name’s Mark, Mark Davies, and I’m gay. I figured that out relatively early on: I got introduced to porn and soon realised I was paying a lot more attention to the men on screen. The scenes that caught my eye often included daddies. Older, stockier gentlemen who really knew what they were doing with their cocks - what’s not to love? 

Unsurprisingly, this fascination with DILFs affected my ability to focus at school as I grew older. I spent many a night fantasising about many of my teachers, in increasingly lewd and smutty scenarios. One of the teachers that frequently cropped up in my dreams was Mr Potter. He stood at 6’, slender but slightly leaning towards pudgy rather than weedy. If I had to guess I would’ve said he was in his late thirties. His head of auburn hair was cut in a short back and sides, complimenting his handsome face. Think Colin Firth circa. 2005, but with a reddish-brown tint to his hair. I liked to believe he was somewhat fond of me, his smile often made me melt a little inside like a gooey brownie. By the time I’d turned 18, Mr Potter had been my form tutor for just over a year, so I’d spent a reasonable amount of time with the man. He’d also been my English teacher for a couple of years when I still studied the subject. And now being in his form meant I saw him near enough every day which undoubtedly helped ignite the fire of my sex-filled reveries. 

On a seemingly ordinary Tuesday I made my way to Mr Potter’s classroom, L12, for our allotted ‘form time’ before morning break. While climbing the staircase outside the room it dawned on me.

“Idiot!” I thought to myself. “How did I forget AGAIN?!”

As I approached the top of the stairs, I rapidly searched for an excuse that could potentially save me. Maybe I left it in my previous class by mistake? Or perhaps I left it at home altogether? My dog ate it?! Opening the door to the classroom I concluded that I wasn’t getting out of this one. I sat down at my desk and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly.

I’d forgotten to have my Mum sign my planner.

You’re probably thinking - ‘Mark, what’s a planner? And why is it so important?’ Well, my dear reader at Epsom Grammar School a planner is used to make sure that a parent takes a vested interest in their child’s education. If you didn’t complete your homework - it goes in your planner. If you turn up late to class - it goes in your planner. If you daydream about your form tutor bending you over his desk, shoving his thick cock inside you and dumping his load deep in your guts - it goes in your planner. That last one’s not true, but you get the idea.

By the time year 13 rolled around, I’d pretty much figured out how to keep my planner squeaky clean. If we’re being totally honest, I’m not sure why we still bothered with them at this point. Sure, they kept those in the younger years in check, but I’m an adult now - I shouldn’t have to get a stupid book signed by my Mum every week. Unfortunately, school rules are school rules, and this was the third week in a row I’d forgotten to get my planner signed which meant an automatic detention. Imagining the look of disappointment on Mr Potter’s face was filling me with dread already. Or was it? I could’ve sworn I felt a little tingle when I thought of Mr Potter’s stern look as I told him I’d neglected to get my planner signed, again. 

As the last few members of my form filtered into the room, I glanced at the handsome teacher sitting behind his desk at the head of the class, looking down at some papers. Today he was sporting a navy suit, presumably from M&S - I’m pretty sure he did all of his clothes shopping there. Under the suit, he wore a white shirt and a blue tie which complimented the navy in his jacket.

“Alright, planners please!” Mr Potter ordered as he stood up to make his way around the class. 

A feeling of impending dread began to wash over me, but buried beneath that was a twinge of excitement. Was I getting turned on by the thought of getting told off by Mr Potter? Before I could even finish the thought, Mr Potter was at my desk.

“Planner please, Mark”, he said after noticing my planner wasn’t on the table. 

“Uh… yes, sir… s-sorry, Mr Potter.” I stumbled over my words, grabbing my planner from my bag while Mr Potter signed the planner of the student next to me. His scent found its way to my nose, fresh and masculine. I liked it.

“Everything ok, Mark?” Mr Potter asked cautiously as I gingerly handed him my planner. 

I said nothing as he flicked through it to the right page.

“Ah”, he gently exclaimed as he arrived on this week’s page, seeing that it hadn’t been signed. 

“I forgot…” I replied meekly.

“You know what this means…”

I’m sure I caught a glimpse of a smirk on his lips.

“Detention. I know, I know”, I sighed. Thinking nothing of the smirk.

“I’ll be seeing you at 3:05, Mr Davies”, he retorted, almost teasingly.

He turned around to check the planners on the desk across from me, bending over to lean on the table. His arse was not a foot away from my face. I wasn’t fazed, he often adopted that position when helping students with their work. However, after the tingle I felt earlier, I found myself staring at his taut butt. He didn’t have much cushion for the pushing so to speak, but he had a shapely arse regardless. His navy trousers tightly hugged his buttocks in his bent-over position. So tightly in fact I could make out the lines of his briefs through the fabric. As I felt the blood rush to my groin, I tried to pull my gaze away from the wonderful view. But I could’ve sworn I saw his hips wiggle as I caught my final glimpse.

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3:05 finally rolled around and made my way to Mr Potter’s classroom. I opened the door to find Mr Potter at his desk, seemingly marking some work. I made my way to my usual desk. 

“You can sit closer, you know,” Mr Potter stated as I put my bag down.

I looked at him warily, saying nothing.

“I mean, I can better keep an eye on you if you’re closer to the front of the class”, he explained. 

Shrugging, I picked my bag back up off the floor and opted for a desk that was closer to Mr Potter. After taking my seat, I leaned back slightly in my chair and stared at the clock.

“You’ll be with me until 3:35, so I suggest you get some homework out to-“

“3:35?!” I interrupted.

“Yes, 3:35.” He responded calmly.

“But Sir! I thought detentions were for 10 minutes!”

“You must not have had a planner-related detention for a while,” he smiled. “After not having your planner signed for three weeks, it’s a half-hour detention now.”

I groaned. I was going to be late home which would mean I was going to miss 30 minutes of precious gaming time. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t the end of the world - but at 18, it was.

“I know,” he reassured me. “But it could be worse. You could be stuck with Mr Johnson.”

He was right. That would be a lot worse, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. And for some reason, I was feeling especially brazen.

“With all due respect, sir, I don’t even know why we bother with signing planners in sixth form.” I moaned.

His cheerful expression hardened slightly, and I felt that tingle once more. “I know you’d rather be elsewhere, Mark. Believe me, I would too. But I can’t change the rules for just you.”

“It’s so rubbish!” I whined. “I’m 18, an adult! I can drink, I can vote, I can have sex for God’s sake!“

A shocked expression came on his face as he realised what I’d said. But it faded as soon as it had appeared.

“You’re lucky you’re one of my more favourable students,” he chuckled, trying to shake off my remark. “Back in my day, my father would have had me over his knee if I’d spoken to him like that!”

“Why don’t you then?”

The words left my lips before I realised what I’d uttered. The tingling had turned into a knot of excitement deep in my stomach. I’d never felt so rebellious before. It was like Mr Potter was pulling that side of me out.

He laughed weakly and got back to his marking. A few moments passed. He looked up and realised I hadn’t lowered my gaze. His face dropped,

“You’re being serious…?” he gasped.

I was shaking but I didn’t let my stare falter. What was I doing? Coming on to Mr Potter at school, in his classroom? Was I mad? Maybe. 

Clearly embarrassed, he fidgeted slightly in his chair, not taking his eyes off me either. I ached to know what was going through his head. A few moments passed.

“Lock the door,” he whispered loudly.

“What?” I blinked for the first time in what felt like a year.

“You heard me.” He muttered sternly. 

With weak legs, I stood up and made my way to the door. Locking it, I turned back to look at him. Wheeling himself from under his desk slightly, he gestured for me to approach. A million thoughts raced around my head as I slowly made my journey towards him. Once I arrived at his desk, I paused. He gave me a look to encourage me to bend down which renewed my confidence. Using the edge of his desk for support, I bent over onto his lap. I heard him breathe in before raising the bottom of my blazer and gently placing a hand on the small of my back. His touch felt warm and paternal. 

Thwack

My whole body buzzed with electricity in the aftermath of his first strike. It wasn’t too hard, he was testing the waters. He kept his hand on my cheek, it seemed to be about the size of my buttock.

Thwack

I let out a soft groan. The smack was harder this time. I heard him grunt gently, and I realised I could feel something stirring under my stomach. I think he was enjoying himself.

Thwack

I gasped. My ass was already radiating heat under his palm and I’m sure he could feel it. He squeezed my ass tenderly, before slowly sliding his hand over to my other cheek and delivering three strikes similar to the first ones. By the third, I was gently moaning, and I could hear Mr Potter’s breathing getting heavier. 

“I think we’d better get these out of the way, don’t you think?” He requested, lightly tugging on my trousers.

“Yes, sir.”

“I think we’re past ‘sir’! Call me ‘Dan’” he breathed.

“Yes, Dan.”

He exhaled with a smile and proceeded to lift my pelvis so I could remove my school trousers. As I undid my belt and removed my blazer, we locked eyes. We were both giving into our primal desires. After taking my trousers off he softly grabbed my briefs and yanked them down in one swift movement, exposing my bare ass. 

“Bend over,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly. 

I positioned myself over his lap once more, and he lifted my shirt so he could see my buns properly, letting out a low moan while he started caressing them. His warm hands felt glorious stroking my arse. It was glowing slightly after the first spanking and heat was emanating from them. I could feel something poking me in the stomach now, I was sure he was fully at attention. He pulled my cheeks apart revealing my puckered hole, biting his lip and growling, before continuing with the spanking. I was gently groaning as he gave each cheek a few licks before transferring to the other. After some solid strikes, he allowed me a chance to breathe by caressing my ass once more. Rubbing and stroking my buns with gusto - admiring his handiwork.

Without warning, he placed my arms on the desk, positioned himself behind me, spread my cheeks apart and dove tongue-first into my hole. Gasping, I turned my head to see my teacher eagerly eating my boy pussy. I melted as I experienced his tongue deftly dancing on my ring. My groans grew louder and louder as he took me to new heights of ecstasy. He lapped at my hole like a dog, each lick sending waves of pleasure through me. You’d have thought this man hadn’t eaten for weeks how earnestly he was rimming me. Now and then he’d pause to breathe, groaning into my hole before resuming, the vibrations fluttering from the area he was focusing all of his attention. Once he believed my entrance was slick enough with his spit, he gave my ass a final grab and felt it jiggle in his hand. 

“Want to return the favour?” He purred. 

“Yes,” I rasped, kneeling between his legs. I was so turned on. I couldn’t wait to taste him, I was practically drooling.

The bulge in his crotch had become rather prominent by this point, his manhood was desperate to be free of its cloth cage. Leaning back in his chair, he allowed me to ‘unwrap’ my present. I ran my hand up his leg and stroked the inside of his thigh until I felt the outline of his thick member. He took a deep breath in as I gave it a squeeze. Staring longingly up at him, I unbuckled his belt before undoing the clasp. The silky black briefs he wore underneath his trousers struggled to contain him. One tug on his waistband and his erection sprang free. 

It must’ve been 8” long, with a decent girth, curving ever so slightly back towards him. Firmly grasping it, I pulled his foreskin back and brought the tip to my lips. As I gently kissed his head, he let out a deep sigh, sinking into his chair. Wrapping my lips around his girth, I began bobbing my head up and down on him, slowly letting more and more into my mouth. Once his cock was slick enough, I relaxed my throat and allowed his full length to enter my mouth, my nose nestled in his soft pubic hair. 

“Fuck” I heard him utter under his breath.

Sensing he was enjoying my display of lust, I withdrew before licking the underside of his length from base to the tip and then engulfing his shaft once more. As the tip of his hard cock plunged down my wet throat, he gripped the arms of his chair and began instinctively bucking his hips upwards. Sounds of ecstasy escaped his lips as I fellated him. Each moan and groan was an uncontrollable reaction to my oral demonstration. 

With a finger under my chin, he coaxed me off his slick member. Saliva dripping from my mouth to his hand, he guided my lips to his. As he brought my face to his, my legs intuitively straddled him. Our mouths crashed together in a passionate kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, as I’m sure he could taste his precum on mine. I could feel his fluffy hair between my fingers as I caressed the back of his head. All the while, his hands explored my back and gradually made their way towards my ass. His middle finger slipped down my crack and lazily traced a circle around my opening.

This man knew all my buttons, he was driving me crazy. Breaking our kiss, he seductively sucked on his index and middle finger whilst giving me a knowing look. Reaching back around my body, he brought his lips to mine as he sensually slid his middle finger inside me. Gripping his shoulders l gasped into him. 

“Do you like that, baby?”

My words failed me, all I could muster was a hazy nod.

“Good” he whispered, sliding both fingers into me. Mr Potter had aroused me so much that I was able to accommodate both of his fingers without much trouble so he fingered my hole as we continued making out, his erection resting in the cleft of my crack. Our kissing grew more and more intense, each of us lusting for the other. His hands began to explore my body again, stroking and rubbing as much of me as he possibly could. Shifting myself so his cock head was lined up with my entrance, I started grinding my hips into him. Feeling my warm entrance massaging the tip of his manhood, he let out a deep groan into our kiss. My grinding became more and more fluid as he leaked precum on my hole. 

Breaking our kiss once more, he cleared the papers from his desk in one swift movement before gesturing for me to climb atop it. My chest was close to the tabletop, my ass inches from his face. Placing a hand on each of my cheeks, he admired the view for a few moments before probing my pussy with his tongue. While eating my ass, he gradually undid his tie and wrapped it tightly around his cock and balls before knotting it, forming a makeshift cockring. He stood and then began smacking his throbbing cock on my cheeks. Pulling my cheeks apart, he slipped his engorged erection between them and began gyrating, the underside of his length grazing against my slit.

I looked over my shoulder to catch his eye and he immediately knew what I wanted - what we both wanted. He dripped some saliva into his hand before working it onto his appendage. A squelching sound indicated he was well lubricated and he placed his head at my entrance. My flower bloomed open as he grabbed my hips and sank his dick into me. A moan escaped my lips as he penetrated me. He felt my velvet chute pushing his foreskin back, causing him to groan out in pleasure. He sank deeper and deeper into me until I felt his pubes tickle my cheeks. Mr Potter was balls deep in me and my body was electric. 

“Take this off” he murmured, pulling at my shirt. 

It was awkward, but I did my best to remove it. Mr Potter wasn’t able to help me as he was unbuttoning his own shirt and letting it fall to the floor, all the while I was still impaled by him. The disrobing allowed me to adjust to his size. As turned on as I was, he still had a sizeable piece. Once my shirt was off, he leaned down to shower my neck and upper back in kisses. 

“You’re incredible” he whispered into my ear, firmly wrapping his arms around me and beginning to rhythmically pump his hips into me. His warmth radiated against my back and our bodies moved as one. I matched each of his gentle thrusts, pushing back into him. His shaky breath found its way to my ears, making me bite my lip and arch my back. His strokes gradually became longer and longer and more definite. His cock was almost leaving my hole before plunging back into the hilt. Leaning back, he savoured the feeling of my warmth wrapped around him, engulfing his manhood with every thrust. 

“Turn over” he whispered in my ear, withdrawing from my hole. “I want to look into your eyes as I breed you”

Words had never sounded so sweet to me. I turned around on the desk to finally fully appreciate the gorgeous man who was bearing down on me. Wisps of hair adorned his chest, and I was pleased to notice the freckles that appeared on his face during the warmer months also reached other parts of his slightly leathery body. His impressive cock jutted out from his pelvis, eager to re-enter my body. As he grabbed my ankles, I shifted my butt closer to the edge of the desk. My hands found my way to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, as he lined up his throbbing meat at my entrance. I let out a deep sigh as he plunged his cock into me. Once his bone was buried to the hilt, he leant down to continue passionately kissing me. We were sucking and gently biting each other’s lips, all the while he gently gyrated his hips clockwise into me. 

Placing his forehead against mine, his thrusts began to start getting more frantic. Staring deep into my eyes, he pounded my ass at an almost unbelievable tempo. His balls bounced against my cheeks with every stroke, as I wrapped my legs around him. The clap of his flesh striking against mine echoed around the classroom, coupled with the moans of ecstasy escaping my lips. As he continued at a merciless pace, a growl began to grow from deep within him. I could tell he was mere moments away from painting my insides with his load. To coax him over the edge, I began consciously contracting the muscles that surrounded his dick.

“M-Mark...” he managed to splurt out my name before one last powerful thrust. 

A tingly sensation washed over me as I felt him fill me. His balls contracted over and over, spilling his seed into me. I explored his body with my hands as he caught his breath.

“Wow…” he gasped. 

“I know” I soothed.

He smiled at me, before dipping his head down to give me a deep, romantic kiss. I wanted to keep him inside me for as long as possible, but eventually he slipped out. Breaking the kiss, he knelt down and spread my legs apart, admiring his handiwork.

“Wow!” he purred.

His load began trickling from my hole, but he scooped it up with a finger and eased it back inside me. 

“Well, I think that brings us to the end of your detention.” He remarked, glancing at the clock. 

“As incredible as that was, I think it’s wise you get your planner signed for next week.” He said sternly.

I didn’t say anything. My heart sank, but the post-coital clarity was starting to set in and I knew he was right. I quickly got my clothes back on and collected my stuff before heading towards the door.

“Mr Davies” he said beckoning me towards him with a finger. 

Intrigued, I made my way back towards him. Had I forgotten my underwear? Did I do something wrong? Once I’d neared him, he embraced me and planted a goodbye kiss on my mouth. As our lips parted he gave my ass one final tap and gave me a knowing smile. 

Blushing, I unlocked the door to the classroom and headed home.