Upright and respected, Principal Nelson hears of something disturbing going on outside school walls: a ditch party where boys take turns with some hapless classmate. When he goes to put a stop to it, he discovers that the would-be victim is a young man.
He decides to comfort him but gets much more than he bargained for... More
Upright and respected, Principal Nelson hears of something disturbing going on outside school walls: a ditch party where boys take turns with some hapless classmate. When he goes to put a stop to it, he discovers that the would-be victim is a young man. He decides to comfort
This is a 4400+ word story for mature audiences only, featuring younger/older M/M, oral, anal and masturbation. All characters in this story are eighteen and older.
“Thank you so, so much,” he said dreamily, staring up at the man. Kent resisted the boy’s eyes for a while, then found them searching his face.
“Hunter,” he pleaded, and it sounded weaker each time he had to repeat it.
He’d broken down enough to let the boy’s mouth meet his, soft lips cushioning against his own, pushing and wanting. The kiss was sweet, private fireworks that dazzled the man in his dark office alone with this mysterious boy. The boy took his face away first and opened his eyes, giving Kent a look like they’d woken up together in bed, reminisces of lovemaking.
It was Kent who brought his mouth back to where it belonged, proving to the boy that he had fallen under his spell. The boy’s gratitude was life-altering, awakening feelings Kent hadn’t felt in a long time.
Kent couldn’t help but closing his eyes as he touched his tongue to the boy’s, feeling the spark like licking a battery. Their clasped mouths struggled together and he found himself pulling back as the boy pushed his mouth further, trying to goad Kent’s tongue deeper.
He suddenly realized the boy’s hands were no longer grabbing at the lapel of his shirt and he pushed back, hard enough to make the boy brace himself against the table. The boy moaned as they broke away, cheated.
“Wait, wait,” he said, realizing no one made him accept the kiss as long as he did, no one but him allowed the boy’s tongue to curl around his.
He had Kent by the fingers, playing with them one by one, wagging them back and forth in his own slender grasp.
“It’s really not your fault,” he said, and Kent felt his will eroding. “Nobody made me do anything. I wanted to be there.”
“That’s beside the point, it’s inappropriate,” Kent replied, trying to be adamant but not quite seeing that the boy had him well within his trap. The boy leaned into him and let the words waft into his ear.
“I would have sucked all of their cocks,” he whispered. Kent couldn’t take his hand away, it was worse than that; he wanted the boy to stop him because he couldn’t stop himself.
“I would’ve swallowed, too.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“No, no no no. We can’t do this, Hunter.”
Hunter draped his fingertips behind Kent’s head again and nodded his head “Yes.”
“I’m eighteen, sir. I can do it if I want.”
He parked his butt back on the edge of the desk and pulled Kent closer, the big man surprisingly succumbing to his attention in his easily broken clutches. His voice was clear enough at a whisper to make the words linger in the man’s mind.
“You can do anything you want to me, sir.”
Nine words unlocked his arousal fully.
His cock engorges so suddenly he can practically hear the tidal wave of blood rushing, swelling him in his slacks until the thigh bulges.
“You’re my hero, Principal Nelson. Don’t you want a reward for saving me?”