Taunted Teacher

“Fuck him. Fuck him!” I yelled to myself as I left the high school parking lot. “That little shit isn’t going to tease me” I fumed as I made my way through town to my house. I pulled into the garage and waited till the door creaked to a close behind the car, then reached into my slacks and pulled out my hard cock. I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes as I began to stroke my hard uncut cock.

Images of Bryce McCloud flooded my mind; The cocky 18-year-old in the second row in my advanced calculus class constantly seemed to taunt me. His blondish hair was somehow neatly tousled. The blue eyes peered into me as if he knew what I was thinking. The tight t-shirts that framed his compact, smooth, toned body, with round shoulders and strong arms and the jeans that looked like they were painted on, especially around the bulge in his pants.

That bulge always seemed to get me. To draw my eyes to it as if it were somehow magnetic, and Bryce seemed to know I was looking. His dick would seem to slowly move like a snake in his pants. Bryce positioned himself so that only I could see it. Luring me to it.

With my eyes closed, I imagined the classroom empty, except for Bryce and me. I drop to my knees and Bryce’s hands go to my hair as I lower my face to those jeans. I bury my face in the denim crotch and begin to move over his hardening mound. “Yeah Mr. Gibson, do it” he would taunt, and I would reach for the zipper and release his cock and swallow it in one go.

I thought about the taste of his dick, his musky scent as I palmed my dick in the garage. A tingle grew in my loins, and I could feel the orgasm building as fantasized about Bryce, then my dick began to shoot straight up and all over my dress shirt leaving streaks of white against the dark blue cotton material.

I sat quietly in the car regaining my breath as the images of Bryce faded away. Finally, I opened my eyes, realizing the garage had gone dark. I opened the car door and walked into the mudroom of my house. I dropped my computer bag on the bench then took off the cum-soaked shirt dropping it into the laundry basket before entering the house.

“Fuck” I thought to myself as I made my way to my bedroom. Images of Bryce lingering in my imagination. I knew it was wrong. It wasn’t the first time that I had a bit of a boner for one of my hotter male students, but no one had ever driven me this crazy as Bryce had. There was just something about him, but I knew better. There was too much riding on my career to risk all my tenure on something forbidden.

Over the next few classes, Bryce was absent which was disappointing and a relief at the same time. Then Wednesday he showed back up in class, still in the second row and still quietly taunting me. I did what I had to, pulling my focus to the test that was coming up the following week and doing everything I could to take my mind off of Bryce. When class was over the room cleared out quickly except for Bryce.

“Mr. Gibson, can you help me?” Bryce asked softly. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up from my desk. “Yes Bryce, what is it?” I asked trying to be cold and dismissive. “I am not getting these equations and I think you went over them while I was out,” He asked studying his notes. Frustrated, I stood up from my desk and took the seat next to him. “Show me what you think the answer is and how you would get to it?” I asked staring at the functions on the page.

Bryce began to run through the calculations but kept getting stuck on a higher function. “No let me show you this,” I said taking the paper and correcting the equation. As I slid the paper back, his hand brushed mine and I could feel my dick stir in my slacks. Bryce looked at my notations then moved to the next problem to try to solve it with the info I provided. I watched out of the corner of my eye as his face seemed so masculine with hints of boyish innocence.

“I just can’t get this,” he said sounding frustrated. “Go over chapters 11 and 12 again and pay attention to the second part of the equation as that is the most critical,” I offered. My next class was coming in and I couldn’t help him any further.  Bryce thanked me and headed out to the hallway. I watched carefully as his firm ass in the tight jeans slowly moved down the steps and out of the classroom. A sigh of relief when he was out of sight.

Saturday proved to be a miserable day. The kind of day you want to just hang on the sofa, watch some sports or a movie, and just relax. The wind hit the house making it feel like it would fall over. I looked out the window to see the trees being thrashed by the wind. Just as I was looking out, a crack of lightning lit up the sky and a bang of thunder made all the windows rattle. I stepped away from the windows as the lights began to flicker.

Just as I was settling down on the sofa again, the doorbell rang then a loud banging that scared the crap out of me. “Who would be out in this storm?” I thought to myself as I went to find out. As I unlatched the door the wind was so strong it blew it out of my hands. Standing in the doorway was Bryce, soaking wet. “What are you doing here?” I asked shocked to see at my home and soaked to the bone. “I need help, Mr. Gibson,” he said on the verge of tears. “Come in,” I said pushing the door closed behind him.

I ran to grab some towels and handed them to Bryce to dry off. A shiver ran through him as he attempted to blot his wet clothes dry. “What are you doing out in this storm? How did you know where I lived and why did you come here?” I asked still confused about how he found my house.

“I can’t flunk this test, or my dad will kill me,” he said still fussing with the towels. “But you came to my house,” I said anger starting to affect my tone. “And it’s a crazy storm outside, you could have been killed” I added.  I stood there trying to figure out what to do; if I let him stay, I could be fired for having a student at my house, if I sent him home in the storm he could be killed, and I would be responsible for it.

“Wait here,” I said sternly as I went upstairs to grab some dry clothes. As I was on the way down there was another crack of lightning and a large bang of thunder and the power went out throwing the house into darkness. I felt my way down the steps to the foyer where I had left Bryce standing in his wet clothes.

“You can change into these while your clothes dry,” I said handing them to Bryce who seemed to be shivering from the cold wetness. “Thank you,” he said as I directed him to the bathroom to change. Several minutes later Bryce came out of the bathroom wearing one of my long-sleeved t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. “Bryce, you can’t just come to my house,” I said trying not to sound too angry. “I’m sorry I just didn’t know what to do. I already was held back one year and if I didn’t do well this year my father was going to kill me” he said sounding very scared.

“Ok I will help you this time, but you must promise never to come here again. I could lose my job” I said sternly. Bryce nodded and a look of relief came over his handsome face. I went to the kitchen and found a camping lantern I had for power outages and sat it on the kitchen table. I grabbed a notepad and some paper and pointed to the chair next to me for Bryce to sit, then we began to work through some problems.

As we worked the storm continued to howl at times sounding even worse than before. Bryce worked out the problems and within an hour he seemed to grasp the process. “Good job,” I said after he provided all the correct calculations. Bryce seemed happy with himself. “Thanks, Mr. Gibson,” he said looking up at me. I looked into his blue eyes and sweet handsome face, and I had to force myself to look away.

“Well, I guess there is no way I could send you back out in this rain right now,” I said standing up and walking to the fridge. I reached in and grabbed a couple of sodas then handed one to him and we went to the living room to wait out the storm. Bryce took a seat next to me on the sofa and we went silent as the heavy rain pelted the house.

I could feel the warmth of his body on mine, I could smell his sweet clean smell as I tried to steady my breathing. Then I felt his leg softly touch mine but just for a brief second. Then his leg touched mine again, this time lingering a bit longer, then finally softly coming to a stop against my leg. My heart started to race as my dick started to grow in my pants. The room got incredibly quiet, and I could hear my heart beating in my chest.

I couldn’t move, my breathing became raspy. A loud boom of thunder broke me out of my thoughts. I moved my hand to Bryce’s leg. It was muscled under my touch, and he let out a slow low moan. In my head, a voice was saying “Don’t and stop” but my body seemed to be doing its own thing. Bryce placed his hand softly on mine and began to move my hand towards his crotch.

I swallowed hard as my hand traveled up his leg guided by his hand till it rested on his hardness. “No,” I said loudly and pulled my hand away. I forced myself to stand up and turn away from him. “This is wrong, this cannot happen,” I said strongly. Bryce did not respond. “You will have to go,” I said knowing that the weather was still crap and that I would be putting him at risk.

I heard Bryce stand up from the sofa then I felt his hand on my shoulder. Gentle and warm. “It’s ok Mr. Gibson,” he said softly and there was a tone of defeat in his words. I turned to face him and even in the dimly lit house, I could see the handsome expression on his face. That face taunted and teased me.

We stood silently looking at each other. I couldn’t look away, but I knew it was wrong. I placed a hand behind his head and just held him there. Bryce turned his head, his eyes still staring at me, and he kissed my hand sending shocks through me, and in that second I lost all control.

I pulled Bryce to me and there was no resistance. His body immediately melted into mine and our arms intertwined, and I breathed in his body as my lips went to his neck. Our hard dicks pressed together as we moved even closer. Our cocks began to press into each other hard and unrestrained. I knew it was wrong, I knew I had to stop, but I couldn’t.

Bryce ran his hands down my back, cupping them on my ass and pulling me even harder into him. He began to slowly gyrate his hips grinding his dick into mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring the moment. Another loud clap of thunder seemed to send waves through our bodies.

Bryce moved his hands into the elastic band of my sweatpants then slowly moved down over my ass. His fingers gently caressed the hairy mounds as he moved down further taking my pants with him. Finally, he moved my pants even lower causing my dick to get caught for a moment before flapping back hard against my body.

In an instant, Bryce dropped to his knees and grasped my shaft in his hand then bent forward and engulfed my hard dick in this mouth. A low guttural sound exited my mouth and my hands went to his shoulders to steady myself. That which I feared yet secretly wanted most was happening and it was past the point of stopping it.

Bryce’s mouth expertly worked my dick, sucking it deeper and deeper into the velvety confines of his warm mouth. The fingers of his free hand caressed my low hanging balls as if he knew exactly how I liked it. I began to run my hands over his strong muscled shoulders, feeling for the first time the body that I secretly craved, that I fantasized about.

I could feel my dick swelling deep in his throat and I knew I would fill his mouth with my cum shortly if he continued. I wanted, no needed the sweet release that I knew was imminent but then a pang of guilt washed over me. I pushed Bryce back and stepped away bringing my hands to my face embarrassed at what I had allowed to happen. “No this is wrong” my loud bellow combining with the sounds of the storm. “I can’t do this” I added and took another step backward.

Bryce remained kneeling on the floor, his body silhouetted in the dark. “I want this.” He said softly “I know you want it too. I see how you watch me in class. I’ve seen your boner in your slacks when you look at me.” Bryce added getting to his feet and walking up to me. “This is what you do to me,” Bryce said taking my hand and bringing it to his hard cock. My hand came into contact with a large, thick cock that strained the material of the sweatpants I had loaned him.

I could have pulled my hand away, I should have said no, but at that moment all I could think about is that cock inside me. Filling me with his young dick. I pulled him close and without reserve placed my lips on his. My tongue violently entered his mouth, and my hands pulled his head deeper to me. While locked in our kiss I led him to the sofa, then awkwardly pulled his shirt up over his head causing our lips to separate but only for a moment. Then I released his sweatpants to the floor and for the first time, I saw the size of his large thick cock.

“Fuck me,” I said laying down on the sofa. A smile crossed Bryce’s face and he got down between my legs. He ran his tongue from my balls up the shaft to the tip then pushed my shirt up revealing my hair abs and chest. Bryce kissed his way up my body placing soft warm lips on various spots as he got closer. As he did his body settled more between my legs forcing them to either side of his body.

I wanted to feel him inside me. I craved his big dick. I reached between us and took hold of his cock then pulled him towards me directing the head to my hole. I could see Bryce’s smile as his big mushroom head slipped past the entrance of my ass. Slowly he pushed in deeper and deeper, moving with great care. Finally, his dick was in as far as it could go, his body pressed against mine.

“Fuck me,” I said feeling the pain and pleasure of his big dick spreading my ass. Bryce ground his knee into the sofa and began to gently pull his dick out then push back in. I watched his body as he moved with intensity. His muscles flexing and stretching as the intensity grew. I pulled my shirt higher up exposing my nipples and began to play with them while Bryce continued to fuck me.

Sweat began to run down Bryce’s body even in the coolness of the room as he grunted and bucked his body into and against mine. I could feel every inch of him as he continued his assault on my ass. “FUCCCCKKK” I moaned loudly as I felt my dick lift up from my body. Without touching it, I could feel the orgasm start to build. At first just a tingle, a swelling but before I could even move my hand to my cock, a creamy spurt of cum shot across my belly.

Warm cum splatted my hairy chest and abs in waves of intensity. As my dick continued to unload, Bryce stopped just for a moment seemingly surprised that I was able to cum without touching myself. “Holy Shit,” he said softly and continued fucking with even greater intensity. “I’m going to cum” Bryce grunted as if asking what to do. “Fill me” I responded without hesitation, and he seemed relieved not to have to pull out.

Bryce went still for a moment, a silent scream on his face and then a loud grunt. Bryce shoved his dick deep and let out a breath he had been holding. Warmth filled my insides, and I knew he shot a big load in me. Another rough jab and more cum filled my ass. Bryce kept unloading inside me for what felt like a long time, then he sighed and became still.

I looked up at Bryce and a soft proud smile crossed his face. I reached up and pulled him on top of me and wrapped my arms around him kissing his sweaty forehead. Bryce relaxed into me, and we just laid together.