The argument started small — it always did. A few words about grades, about “trying harder,” and then it spiraled.
By the time Oliver stormed out of the house, his heart was pounding harder than his footsteps. The air outside was cold, sharp against his face, but he didn’t stop to grab a jacket. He just needed to get out.
Streetlights blurred past as he walked faster, barely seeing where he was going until he realized where his feet were taking him.
Mr. Amir’s house.
He hesitated at the edge of the driveway, breath misting in the air. He hadn’t planned to come here — not tonight. They only met for tutoring on Tuesdays, and it was Thursday. But something in him just wanted to see a familiar face, someone who wouldn’t yell, someone who understood.
He stepped up to the door and knocked before he could change his mind.
After a few moments, the door opened.
Mr. Amir stood there in a sweater, surprise flickering across his face before softening into concern.
“Oliver?” he said quietly. “It’s late. What’s wrong?”
Oliver swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how lost he must look.
“I just… needed to get out of the house,” he managed. “Can I—stay for a bit?”
Mr. Amir nodded slowly and stepped aside, letting him in.
“It’s… my mom,” Oliver said, voice shaky. “You gave us our papers back today—she saw the grade and lost it. She’s mad, and now she’s starting to question things. She doesn’t even want me coming here anymore.”
His throat tightened as he spoke, eyes glassy. The fight replayed in his head — the shouting, the disappointment, the door slamming.
Mr. Amir’s expression softened. “Oli, you’re eighteen now,” he said gently. “You can make your own choices. Come sit down.”
Oliver nodded, walking over to the couch. His hands trembled slightly.
“Would you like some water?” Mr. Amir asked, his tone calm and steady, the way it always was when Oliver was upset.
Oliver shook his head. “No… just some comfort,” he whispered, wiping at his face.
Woof. "Oh, you stink, don't ya?" Mr. Amir let out a small chuckle, letting him know that he wasn't really upset by it.
"Sorry...I haven't taken a shower yet" As Oliver attempted to remove himself from Mr. Amir's lap he stopped him.
Mr. Amir’s hands rested gently on Oliver’s shoulders, steadying him. “Hey, slow down,” he said softly. “You’ve had a long day. Why don’t you let me draw you a bath and find you something comfortable to wear? You can stay here tonight, clear your head. We’ll talk things through in the morning.”
Oliver felt his chest loosen a little at the offer. The warmth in Mr. Amir’s voice was the first kindness he’d heard all day.
Mr. Amir leaned forward, resting his chin lightly against Oliver’s shoulder — not intimate, just reassuring. “You’re safe here, all right?”. He disappeared down the hallway, and a moment later Oliver heard the sound of running water. The faint scent of lavender soap drifted from the bathroom, mixing with the warmth of the house. It was strangely grounding — ordinary, even.
Oliver sat on the couch, his hands clasped between his knees. The adrenaline from the fight with his mom was finally ebbing, leaving him heavy and hollow. He felt guilty for coming here again, for needing this place so badly.
Mr. Amir came back a few minutes later, rolling up his sleeves. “Bath’s ready,” he said gently. “Towels are on the rack. Take your time.”
Oliver nodded and stood, hesitating in the doorway. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
"Well hold up Oli." Mr. Amir places his arm across Olivers chest preventing him from walking forward. "Let me wash you up, all you got to do it rest."
"I..." Oliver felt a small shiver down his spine, Is this for real? "Okay...I trust you"
By the time they both met back into the bathroom Oliver, He slipped off his shirt. He's been shirtless in front of Mr. Amir before, but never below the waist.
"I'll start off slow, okay?" Mr. Amir wanted to reassure that it was okay. Mr. Amir grabbed ahold of the rim of Olivers pants. Glaring Oliver in the eye as he undid the button and pulled them down. Olivers cock revealing he was already hard. "Oh? Oli Baby you didn't tell me you came with a visitor."
Oliver blushed immensely, he was the most embarrassed he's ever been in this moment. Not only because he was hard, but because he was hard in front of his teacher. "Wait actually I change my mind, I don't want this....I-I can clean myself" Oliver placed his hands covering up his extremely hard cock.
"Okay, I'll leave you be. I'll me in my room" Mr. Amir placed a gently peck on Olivers cheek before grabbing the clothes and walking out.
After a moment of Oliver taking a bath, he was forced to walk out with nothing but the towel around his waist. "Hey Harvey? You said you had clothes for me to wear?" Oliver asked him. Oliver was met with a tug of the towel being removed from his waist. "Hey! Harvey I said-"
"I know what you said, but you need something to wear. So here-" Mr. Amir handed him a white T-shirt along with some skinny black briefs.
"What about pants?"
"You have a beautiful body Oli; you need to accentuate it. Put these on, it'll make your ass pop"
He was right, As Oliver slipped on the briefs looking at his behind in the mirror. "See what I mean?" Mr. Amir walked from behind to place. “Here… I think I have an idea,” Mr. Amir said, eyes bright with curiosity. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
“I… don’t think I have,” Oliver admitted, frowning slightly. “Wait… why are you—are you saying you want to… spank me?”
“Why not?” Mr. Amir said with a small smile. “I mean… look at you, I don't think you realized how good your ass looks. Most guys don't have an ass this plump and juicy. In fact, just looking at it know you'd never know you were a boy. You've had plenty of time to study for that test in class, and I didn't want it to look like there were favorites...maybe I should do something your mother never did. Put you over my knee”
“You failed your test, Oliver,” Mr. Amir said, his voice calm but serious. “And as your teacher, and authority figure, I can send you back home to your raging mother, Or… I can just spank you now and get it over with. Your choice.”
"I'll take the spanking" Oliver said without hesitation. he stood there for a moment wondering why he even took the offer. "We um...You let me touch you all this time...maybe this time you can touch me...so I'll take the spanking" Oliver walked over slowly to Mr. Amir's lap watching him pat his thighs gently, motioning Oliver to lay across.
Oliver laid overtop Mr. Amirs lap feeling a hand grip his left ass cheek, following it with a gentle smack. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it definitely let a startle. Oliver gasped by the sudden surprise of the smack across his cheek. "Did that hurt?" Mr. Amir assured.
"No..a little sting...but it wasn't ba-" Oliver let out a little whimper feeling a harder smack on the other side of his bottom. "mm y-yea...that one stung a bi-" Oliver moaned again feeling another smack.
"You feel that?" SMACK. This one was harder this time. "This is what a spanking feels like mister." Mr. Amir landed a few more on Olivers bottom. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "This is what happens-". SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "When bad boys-". SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "Fail to do what they're told"
Oliver squirmed within the spanking; each one began to sting more. At this point all Oliver could feel was a large palm rubbing the warm bottom he had by now. Oliver wasn't saying a word, he just allowed him to do what he believed he needed to. Once Oliver turned around to watch Mr. Amir, he could see him holding his phone, taking photos. PHOTOS!? "Harvey what are you- you can't show anybody those!" Oliver squirmed, attempting to remove himself from Mr. Amir's grip. but he was too strong.
"Don't worry baby boy, these photos are for me only. Trust me my job is not worth this, I wouldn't send this to anybody." Mr. Amir squirmed his hand underneath the black briefs, sliding them in between Olivers cheeks.
"Hey! Hey no!" Oliver squirmed off of Mr. Amirs lap, sliding the briefs back up. "Harvey, I told you I wasn't ready"
"Oli...you're 18 now....you have to lose your virginity sooner or later; you might as well try it. Just let me add a finger, get a good feel" Mr. Amir offered holding out his arms wanting to pull Oliver back in.
"Soon...Just not yet okay? I'm not ready." Oliver walked over to the other side of the bed to lay down with him. "Please...let's just cuddle and watch something."
“You don’t want to have sex, but you’re fine with putting your pretty little lips around my cock?” Mr. Amir asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.
Oliver laughed softly, shaking his head. “You know that’s different. I'm just not ready yet”
“Fine, okay — you’re right,” Mr. Amir said, holding up his hands in surrender. “But if we’re not going to have sex together, can we at least watch people have sex?"
Oliver’s expression softened. "fine...you win”
Mr. Amir and Oliver cuddled next to each other, Harvey was showing Oliver porn he had never seen before. Most of it was a lot of butt stuff, but he wanted Oliver to see what he wanted to do to him.
The video ended, and for a while neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable — just thoughtful.
Mr. Amir set his mug down and turned toward Oliver. “You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve been thinking… it might be good for you to get away for a while. Clear your head before university starts.”
Oliver glanced up. “Get away? Like… a trip?”
“Something like that.” Mr. Amir smiled faintly. “I’m planning to visit my family this summer — back home. I was thinking… maybe you could come with me. Meet them. See a new place. They’d love you.”
Oliver blinked, taken aback. “Me? Meet your family?”
Mr. Amir nodded. “You’ve become… important to me, Oliver. More than just a student. And I think it might be good for you — to see where I come from. To understand me a little better.”
Oliver wasn’t sure what to say. The idea was overwhelming — flattering, even — but also confusing. “I… I don’t know. That’s a lot.”
“I know,” Mr. Amir said gently. “You don’t have to decide now. Just think about it.”
Oliver sat there for a long moment, tracing the rim of his mug with his thumb. He could feel Mr. Amir’s eyes on him, waiting but not pressing.
The idea of leaving — of stepping away from all the noise at home, the pressure of graduation, the constant arguments — sounded like breathing again. And the thought of seeing where Mr. Amir came from stirred something curious and hopeful inside him.
He looked up. “Okay,” he said finally, a small, uncertain smile forming. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
Mr. Amir’s brows lifted in surprise before softening into a grin. “Really?”
“Really,” Oliver said. “I think I need a change. And if your family’s okay with it… I’d like to go.”
“Then it’s settled,” Mr. Amir said. “We’ll make it happen. It’ll be good for you, Oli — good for both of us.”
Oliver nodded, a flutter of excitement replacing the heaviness he’d carried for weeks. For the first time in a while, the future didn’t feel like something to fear — it felt like something waiting to begin.
