It was not illegal, but it felt dangerously wrong. To have him pressed against me like that, his throbbing cock pushing against my asshole, only separated by the thin layer of sweatpants. He had grabbed and caught me from behind, with a firm grip on my thigh and a hand covering my mouth. I let out a muffled cry at first but then I just froze. My whole being left my body, surrendering it the same instance. He pushed his body against mine and said slowly with his warm, soothing breath. Don’t be afraid John, I know, I won’t hurt you, but the opposite, after all I am your teacher.

How could he know? I was not even sure. What had given my secret thoughts away? Was it that I hardly ever showered? Straight guys must feel embarrassed being naked around guys as well? Maybe I was the only one afraid of getting an erection. Was it the fact that my best friend is a girl? Or the way I looked at the guys in my class from the bench? Surely my gaze was not gay.

I did not feel gay. I did not understand. I had been ashamed of a lot of my thoughts because they did not make sense in me nor in my head, but when he said he knew, I felt released from the confusion. The confusion had turned into a warm mix of curiosity, excitement, embarrassment and trust. Of course, I also felt afraid of it all.

After he had said the words it all just turned weird, like a strange dream. So real it felt surreal. All I could feel was his cock against my anus, and my thoughts was occupied with his loud whisper, I know. I know. I know.

Then he said with a calm tune, If I let go of my hand, will you scream?

Would I? I probably should trick him. But who would hear me? The gym was empty, and everyone probably had gone or was leaving. I should scream to prove to him that I actually did not like it. But I had this tingly light in my stomach and crotch, so curious to know what he thought he knew.

I shook my head in a, No. He released his hand from my mouth and turned me, capturing my waist with both his hands. He could almost belt around it. I could not face him, so I looked down at his grey t-shirt. Then his hard bulge, almost violent in the way it pressed towards me through his shorts. Realizing it had me mesmerized I snapped up, staring at his t-shirt again.

Thank you for not screaming, and sorry for attacking you like this. He stuttered. But I saw the chance to finally have you alone. And I was afraid of losing this opportunity to speak to you. And frankly I think this approach is more effective. You would never admit it in a conversation.

Admit what? I answered like a reflex.

Look at your cock John. He said and smelled my hair.

Inside my sweatpants, a slightly smaller, less violent bulge was pointing towards his. I mumbled something but his lips pressed against mine so hard I had to put my arm around him not to fall backwards. I felt him dragging me closer, so close I could feel something warm and hard yet soft, like a burrito, against my belly. It felt nice and safe. The burrito had a glowy, tingly touch against my skin. Like his lips.

He let go of the kiss and told me, his lips still close to mine, to open my mouth. Those words alone made my nipples twinkle. I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth. He gathered saliva and slowly let it pour from his tongue into my mouth, during which he took my other, awkwardly hanging hand and put my fingers around his naked cock. I could feel it pulsating. It was heavy and thick in my hand. Wrapped around it my thumb could barely touch my middle finger. While remaining eye contact he put his big middle finger in my mouth and I instinctively began to suck. His other hand was still firmly around my waist.

You see John, I know you. I know your needs. His hand gently swiped in a single stroke, from my waist into my sweatpants, easily grabbing both balls and cock. It made me let out a light, weak moan, muffled by his finger. Your eyes are beautiful, you look so happy sucking on my finger, and I can feel that your boy-cock is happy too. He said and licked me from my cheek to my ear, where he whispered, and you’ve not let go of my cock neither. He looked me in the eyes again, while I could feel how his cock grew in my hand, and mine in his. I was happy. And he knew, he had seen it all along. He had known it. All along. Surely, he was a master.

You see John, a teacher’s job is to make the student develop in its right direction. And I feel you have grown, he squeezed my cock, a lot today. Learned a lot. Now, I’m going to ask you to either come with me into my office for further education. Or. You leave now, go home, and we never speak of this ever again. You decide. He released my cock and mouth, took a step back and put his cock back into his trousers. I was shocked. I stood there with my cock in the air and my mouth open, wondering what had happened. We had been so close. Was everything a dream. Sir…What’s going on, I said. He let out a small laugh and said smiling, do you want to come with me?

The choice was mine, sure, but I felt hexed. I did not have a choice after what I had been through. I had a desire, to be his.

I want to come with you, sir.

His face lit up. Then he said, wonderful. Good boy. Come.

// Shall I continue?