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God fucking Dammit-it. Of all people, Mrs. Pallela had to put me out on bus duty. I chose this job when I was a young and naive20-year old, and now I’m stuck teaching these retarded, ignorant little fucks. I have to sit around and make sure that these little shits don't run off while waiting for their stupid buses when I could be playing what to teach them next. “Not that they even listen to me.” I mutter under my breath looking out at the 300 some kids that were laughing and scrolling on their mind-rotting games or social media. Two young boys were sitting almost on top of each other and pretending to make out—or actually making out; I couldn't tell. Anyway, it was the most disgusting and HORRID thing I've ever seen.
I see Christopher, my coworker—or as the students know him, Mr. Heady—glance at me from the other side of the courtyard. I scowl and look away. He walks over to me, now standing a few feet away from me. I glance over at him again, and I can feel my face turning the shade of the red lines under my incompetent student's spelling. I shake my head and reckon it must be from the heat. I look down at him and see his plump, irresistible lips moving, talking animatedly about some new book series he’s reading.
“Dave?”
Shit, I need to stop thinking about those lips. I'm not even a boy kisser.
“Dave, hello?”
“Sorry, Christopher. I just zoned out for a second.” Totally not thinking about those beautiful—no, stop thinking about it.
"Well, I was wondering if you would like to head to a bar downtown with me?”
Is he asking me out? Me, of all people? There’s no way this would actually happen. “Uh, sure!” Fuck, that was the most wimpy and homoerotic sounding thing ever. I'm not even gay.
“Just as buddies, y’know? To talk about lesson plans.”
Okay, that’s normal. Discussing school work for the twerps that we teach—totally normal thing to do. Not gay at all.
“Okay, I’ll send you the address. Is 7:30 alright for you?”
I nod stupidly. Holy fuck. Still not gay. The buses finally pull out of the bus lane and Christopher waves and walks away, heading towards the parking lot.
I stand there for a couple seconds thinking about what just went down. I begin to head back to my classroom to pick up my bag then drive home to get ready and change out of these repulsive clothes that I had been standing in around sweaty middle schoolers. Is this a date or just like a buddies thing? I mean, he did say it was like a “buddies” thing…but that's what you say to everyone when you first bring them out to a bar.
After pondering what to wear, I settled with a dusty green button-up shirt, slightly unbuttoned—down from the first two buttons. I slid on some jeans and slick back my hair and put on black tennis shoes. I spray on some cologne, because I don’t want to smell like a donkey’s ass, NOT because it’s a date. I get into the car and start to drive to the location that Chris sent me.
I’m not gay, right? This is just a casual thing. If I were doing this with Kevin, it would be the same deal. Shit, why does this feel so different?
Pulling into the parking lot of the bar, I feel my nerves crawl up my spine as the reality of me messing this up so bad that he is never going to want to see me ever again, and- “breathe in and out like my therapist taught me.” I don't have a therapist. Shit. Fuck. Balls. Oh my god I’m going to die.
“Ok, I can do this, it's just a friendly meeting between two dudes and-” I hear a knocking on my car window and look up to see Christopher poking in. I open the door and step out, looking down at Chris.
“Hey, Dave. I saw you in your car and wanted to see if you wanted to walk in together.” His eyes crinkled slightly as he talked with a wide smile.
“Of course; I would love to.”
Shit.
Shit.
I’m such a loser. Why would I say that?
We walk in together and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. Shit, this is so awkward already. I cast a short glance over at Heady… he’s grinning like a little kid. I slightly roll my eyes and look away from him, my cheeks heating up a little. We sit down on the bar stools and order our drinks. I ordered a Boulevardier and he chose a Vodka Cranberry. We begin talking about our students and grading and how some students are annoying assholes. Heady brings up how several of his students were making fun of him for being short, calling him a lobster for wearing red.
“Five foot four is a perfectly respectable height!” He leans back, puffing out his chest a little. I can’t help but snicker, choosing not to mention my height of six foot three.
We talked and ordered more drinks, never actually ending up talking about lesson plans, or even grading students' papers. At some point, Chris leaned over and rested his head on my arm, letting out a long sigh.
“Wha’cha thinkin’ about?” My New York accent is drawn out by the amount of alcohol oozing through my system. He slurs something I can't make out. “Come again?”
“Just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are.” He pushes himself off of me and dances through my eyes. I spluttered through my drink coughing as I had inhaled some of the whisky.
“What?”
“Yeah… I’ve never seen a man as blunt but equally compassionate about his work as you.” Chris’ words drag as he props his head on his hand, looking at me, then back to his drink, stirring it around.
“I… never knew you thought of me like that.” I muttered in a soft spoken voice and leaned down to his level.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He leans in closer, grasping the front of my shirt in his hand and pulling me closer to him. I look off to the side and blush heavily.
“Chris, I-.” He pulls my face into his kissing me and licking my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly as I gasp for air, and Heady leans farther into me, deepening the kiss. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I unconsciously lean towards him in my seat, my hand going up to the side of his face. I can feel my dick harden in my pants and I moan.
“If you want to.. Y’know, have some fun, I know a place where we can spend the night. After all it is a Friday, no need to call off work when you don't have to go in the first place.” He winks at me after pulling back, still cupping my face in his hand.
I nod slowly, my head gone numb from the liquor and still reeling from the feeling of his lips on mine. Chris pays for both of our tabs and takes me to his car, stating that he will pick mine up in the morning. The whole ride home he had his hand down my pants teasing and palming me. Making me moan and whispering all the things he is going to do to me once we get to the hotel.
“Alright baby boy I need you to look presentable, ok?” Heady croons like he's talking to a child. I nod dumbly and attempt to fix up my pants and hair, not doing anything really to make myself look better as Heady walks in and books us a room.
Chris struts back to the car and opens the door, taking me by the arm and walking me into the hotel. He takes me to the elevator and presses the floor number that we’re going to. As the door closes, Chris pins me against the wall, and starts kissing me again. His tongue brushes my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and this time I willingly open my mouth, letting his tongue explore the wet cavern of my mouth. He straddles his hips against mine, dragging a moan out of my throat.
“Be a good boy and stay quiet. We don't want anyone finding out do we?” Heady states as he breaks the kiss a string of saliva connecting out mouths. I nod and whine as he grinds harder then suddenly pulls away.
He pulls me out of the elevator and to the room number that the clerk gave him for our room. The door swings open and then is slammed shut as he pushes my body against it and goes right back to shoving his tongue into my mouth using his hand to press on the sides of my jaw to pry it open. I whimper and buck my hips as he unbuttons my pants taking my leaking cock into his hand. Swiping his finger over the tip and smearing pre cum over the length.
Heady slid his hand up my shirt, sending shivers down my spine. He tugs it up slightly, and I lift my arms to help him get it off. I watch him strip me in a touch drunken haze, my vision blurry. Heady takes a step back and undresses. He grabs my hair, dragging a moan out of me. He pushes me onto the bed and gets on top of me, throwing my legs over his shoulder. He kisses up my thigh and I let out breathy moans as he travels closer to my groin. He snakes his hands up my thighs and pushes me further into the pillows.
Chris leans down and wraps his lips around my dick and I buck up moaning lewdly as he draws more and more of my cock into his warm met mouth. I gasp and writhe on the sheets. Squeezing my eyes shut and gasping.
Suddenly I feel a finger push into my mouth. Chris pulls off my cock and takes a long deep breath. “Suck” he rasps, voice rough from my dick hitting the back of his throat.
“Such a good boy~” he purrs as I open my mouth more and swirl his finger with my tongue as my eyes roll back as he praises me.
He removes his pointer finger from my mouth, trailing his middle and ring finger down my side and down to my asshole. He enters his pointer finger, wet from my spit, into my tight hole. I let out a strangled moan as he takes my cock back into his mouth while slowly moving his finger in and out of my ass.
“Good boy. You take my finger so well~” He removes his finger, and I whine at the loss. He brings his fingers back up to my mouth, shoving his pointer and middle finger into my mouth. I gag as his middle finger hits the back of my throat.
He pulls them out and then thrusts his pinky and ring finger as well playing with my tongue and brushing against the back of my throat and curling down. I gag harshly and Chris finally pulls them out and thrusts three fingers into my hole dragging them out and then shoving them back in. He spreads them out as I keen and curls them hitting my prostate straight on. I curl my toes and buck up into the air whining high pitched and crying out as he pushes another finger in making a clean four.
“Dont be so loud baby, I don't want to have to punish you ok?”
I bite my lip to stop from moaning, and Chris makes a ‘tsk’ noise and reaches down to his pants, lying discarded on the floor. He unloops his belt from the pants and raises my hand above my head to the headboard of the bed, using his belt to tie my hand in place. He reaches down, unloops my belt, and does the same to my other arm. I squirm slightly against the restraints, and Chris places a hand on my stomach to stop me from moving. He spits on his hand and rubs his hand against his cock, using his spit as lube.
“This is going to hurt a bit, ok baby boy?” Is all I get before his long thick cock is brutally shoved into my tight warm hole. He groans and stutters falling over me. Folding me almost in half as I shout out words that my brain can't even make sense of.
“Chris!~” I moaned out so loud that the people surrounding us could probably hear, if they hadn't already.
He looks up at me and begins to pull out until just his tip is resting in my ass and then thrusts back in to quickly setting a brutal pace that has the bead rocking with each thrust.
He grabs my dick, feeling up the veins, pumping up and down with a pace that matches how fast his dick is going in my ass. I moan as he uses his unoccupied hand to cover my mouth.
“If you’re too loud, people will hear us. We don’t want that, do we~?” I make muffled sounds beneath his hand, but give up and go silent beneath him. His cock continues to go in and out of me with punishing speed, forcing me to bite my lip to stay quiet as my eyes roll back in their sockets.
Passionate whimpers escape my mouth despite my warnings to stay quiet. I pull on my restraints sobbing as Chris stops moving and grabs my face with his hand.
‘I told you to be quiet or are you just not good enough for even a quick fuck?” He scoffs and thrusts in again hitting my prostate and pulling another high pitched whine out of me as tears begin to fall down my cheeks.
“No, no I’ll be good I promise!” I cry out chanting please over and over again until he finally takes pity on me.
“Oh no baby boy, I'm so sorry I didn't mean it.” he croons, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead and pushing in and out in a soft and quid pace. “Such a good, good boy.”
I whimper at the praise as he continues fucking into me at a faster pace. His hand goes back to my dick and pumps up and down, tears continue to rush down my face as the familiar tight feeling in my stomach shows up.
Chris’s thrusters begin to grow sporadic and when he finally hits my prostate for the final time cum spurts over our stomachs and I feel his warm juices flow into my hole as I go loose and spacy and he collapses on top of me.
“Such a good boy for me today.” He nuzzles my chest and pulls out, stepping off the bed and coming back with a damp towel, wiping me off and changing the sheets. Chris crawls into bed with me and lays beside me, resting his head on my chest. I slowly wrap an arm around him, and his breathing slowly evens out.
I wake up, my vision fuzzy, and I blink a few times to clear it. I feel a weight on my chest, and I look down and see Christopher. Fuck. Did I sleep with him?! What happened last time? I vaguely remember going to the bar with him, but my memory gives out after that. Fuck, my head hurts. I try to lean up and immediately fall back down onto my pillow. Holy fucking s
hit my ass hurts.
“Good morning baby boy~” Christopher coos and I look down at him, a blush growing up my ears and down my neck.
“Good morning?” I manage to stutter out using my hand to cover my face and look away. Good damn it I might just love this man.
Fuck….
What will my wife think?