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Buster sat at his desk in the front of the small classroom. It was the last class of the day, and the room felt cramped and stuffy with only fifteen students seated in tight rows just a few feet away from his seat in the corner. The walls felt close, the desks almost touching.
Buster’s tie was too tight around his neck. For the past twenty minutes his mind had been drifting, and now his cock was half hard, pressing uncomfortably against his slacks.
The stress from teaching had been crushing him for weeks. Endless grading, department emails, and the constant pressure of being a “responsible” teacher weighed on him. Today the stress was pushing him towards the edge and he needed to release.
He kept shifting in his chair at his desk, trying to focus on the lesson he was supposed to be teaching, but his body wasn’t listening. His cock kept twitching at any small movement, growing fuller with every passing minute. The ache was becoming impossible to ignore.
He told himself he could wait a little longer. Only fifteen minutes left. He could make it.
No one was paying attention to the lesson, really. Considering it was the weekend, everyone was on their phone or drooling over their notebooks. Eventually, Buster stopped talking, and when no one seemed to question why, he confirmed that nobody actually cared.
He was relieved in a way now that he knew he could focus on keeping himself under control rather than speaking through the lesson. But the need kept building inside of him. His cock was now fully hard, throbbing against the fabric of his boxers. A small wet spot had already formed. In this tiny classroom, the risk made his heartbeat spike. Anyone could look over at any second, at the wrong angle, and see the outline of his hardness.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He kept his face calm, eyes fixed on the board in order to not look suspicious. His right hand slipped quietly and discreetly under the desk. He unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out of his boxers. It was already leaking a stream, the head shiny and slick.
He wrapped his fingers around the hot length and started stroking slowly and steadily. His thumb rubbed circles over the sensitive tip, spreading the precum down his shaft.
The wet, quiet sounds felt dangerously loud in the small room, even though he knew the students were too busy talking about God knows what. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, forcing his breathing to stay even while his thighs tensed under the desk.
A dirty thrill ran through him. He knew how risky it was. If anyone actually stopped to pay attention to his movements they would know. One wrong look from any student and everything would be over. They were just kids, after all. 8th graders. It's not like he particularly jerked off to any of the kids, but it was the thought of someone seeing him that got him going.
The disgust in their eyes, their innocence stripped as they watched their teacher get off… The idea made his cock twitch harder in his fist. He stroked a little faster, imagining someone suddenly noticing his arm moving, or caught a peak from behind his desk, whispering to their friends, the horror on their faces. He whined quietly as his cock leaked a faucet.
He thought no one was looking. No one ever looked at the teacher during the last class of the day, right?
But Gus was looking.
Gus sat in the last row closest to the desk, small and quiet so that he went unnoticed. He was really small for his age. He was short, with a slim body and a little chub. He had unusually platinum hair, a cute little beanie, an oversized shirt, and shorts that rode up on his thighs.
He had been watching Buster the whole class, truthfully. The moment Buster’s arm disappeared under the desk, Gus’s eyes narrowed as he focused on him. He saw the subtle tension in Buster’s shoulders, the small rhythmic movements of his forearm, and the way his jaw clenched.
Gus didn’t look away. He leaned back slightly to catch a better look behind the desk, spreading his own legs, and he watched every stroke. It was a little hard to see from the angle without getting caught but he briefly made out the shadow of Buster’s hand wrapped around his cock.
The boy looked around, noticing how everyone was pretty much preoccupied and facing away from him. His own hand slowly slipped between his thighs under the desk. He pressed his palm against his pussy through his shorts and rubbed slow, gentle circles, keeping every movement tiny and hidden.
His breathing stayed quiet, but his pussy was already getting wet. He loved this, the big, older teacher jerking off right in front of everyone, thinking he was under the radar. The risk of someone else noticing them made Gus’s clit throb under his fingers. He rubbed himself a little faster, biting his lip as he fought to keep his face neutral. But it seemed the teacher was too preoccupied to realize he was being watched.
Buster stroked faster under the desk. His cock was slick and throbbing. He twisted his wrist on every upstroke, squeezing the head just right. More precum leaked out, making his hand shiny and messy. His balls grew tight and heavy, pulsing with every movement. He was so close. His breathing was getting rougher, but he forced his face to stay nearly blank, although tensed.
Then the bell rang.
Buster yanked his hand out fast. He shoved his cock back into his pants with shaking fingers and zipped up. Students stood, their chairs scraping, their annoying voices rising as they packed up and left. Buster forced a tight smile and muttered the usual “have a good weekend.” His face burned. His cock was still hard and drooling in his boxers. Thankfully it didn't seem like anyone cared enough to look back at him…
Most of the students left. Buster was too busy fixing his pants and wiping himself down to realize that one did not. Gus stayed seated until the very last one walked out and the door clicked shut. The small classroom went quiet.
Buster looked up and saw Gus sitting nearly right next to his desk. Frustration flared in his chest. He just wanted to be alone right now. “Uh, Gus, class is over. You can go now.”
Gus packed his backpack, leaving it on the back of his chair and stood up slowly, taking his time. He stopped right in front of Buster’s desk and leaned on it with both hands.
“Hey, teacher,” Gus said lightly, “you okay? You looked a little distracted during the lesson.”
Buster swallowed. “Oh,” he laughed. “Gus… I’m, uh, fine. Do you… need something from me before you go?”
Gus tilted his head, smiling. “I just wanted to say thanks for the lesson today. I paid very close attention. It was really interesting. Especially that part where you were handling things under the desk.” He rubbed his fingertips in circles on some papers that were spread across Buster’s desk, teasing. “You know, the part no one else saw. Except for me.”
Buster’s stomach dropped. His face went white, then bright red. “Gus—”
Gus walked around the desk and stopped beside Buster’s chair. The man was practically shaking, and from this angle Gus could see he was still hard. His pussy dripped at the sight.
“Relax, teacher! I’m not mad. I thought it was kinda cute, actually. Watching you try so hard to stay quiet while everyone else was right there. I bet you were really close, huh? Aw, but too bad the bell rang.”
Buster gripped the desk, guilt and shame hitting him hard. “Gus… it was a mistake. A stupid, one time mistake. I’m so sorry. If anyone finds out I’ll lose my job. Everything. I…”
Gus leaned in closer, his eyes locked on Buster’s flushed face. He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, kinda like the one he used when begging for deadline extensions on his work.
“A mistake? I watched the whole thing, sir. You didn’t just get hard under there, nope! You unzipped, pulled your cock out, and started rubbing it right in front of all of us. Slow at first, then faster, yeah… You kept going as if you couldn’t stop. You were so close to blowing your load in the middle of class! That wasn’t a mistake. That was you getting off on being a disgusting pervert! Ha!”
Gus let out a soft, small giggle, rocking back on his heels like he was teasing a classmate on the playground.
“I mean, you’re the teacher. You’re supposed to be the responsible one, always lecturing us about staying focused and being all professional. But you’re just as bad as any dumb student, huh? Getting all hard and trying to be sneaky in your own class… kinda makes me feel like I’m the grown up here for once.”
He paused, wiggling his tongue against his cheeks in thought. “I wonder who you were thinking about. Ms. Maisie, or… Oh, Mr. Fang! You seem to spend a lot of time with him.” Gus giggled at the thought. Buster turned his face away in embarrassment.
“Or maybe… You were thinking about bending a student over the desk. Taking their virginity right in front of everyone, hm?”
Buster’s mouth went dry as he tried to stutter out a protest at the accusation. Instead, he gave a weak sigh. “Gus… it was the stress, I swear! I-I wasn’t thinking about—my head wasn't in the right place, and I just… Oh, dear God, please don’t get me fired.”
Gus’s smile widened, but his voice stayed serious, dragging out his words dramatically. He put a finger over his chin in thought before placing his hands directly on the handles of the chair.
“So, here's the thing, teacher… Now that we’ve established that you’re a pervert and since you don’t wanna lose your precious job, you’re gonna give me an A in this class. Straight A. No questions. That’s the deal if you want me to stay quiet! Unless you wanna lose your job… Hm, that wouldn't be very good for you, would it?”
Buster shook his head. “No, please! Uh, G-Gus, I can’t just hand out grades like that. T-That’s not how it works, people will get suspicious. I-I’ll give you extra credit to work on, tutoring, after school mentoring, anything else—”
Gus cut him off, leaning even closer to the man’s chair. “You already did something way worse than fixing one grade, teacher! So either you fix my grade or I tell everyone what I saw. Simple!”
His small hand slid across the chair and rested on Buster’s thigh, fingers inching toward the obvious hardness in his slacks. Before Buster could speak, Gus pressed firmly against his hard, twitching cock, rubbing slow circles over the damp fabric.
He traced the full outline, squeezing the leaking head lightly through the pants, spreading the precum until the wet spot grew bigger and stickier.
Gus’s palm moved with greedy little squeezes, his thumb circling the sensitive head again and again while his fingers stroked the shaft through the cloth, like he was playing with a toy he wasn’t supposed to touch. Buster just whined and looked down at the bot.
“You’re shaking so much already! Feel how hard you still are? Your cock is twitching every time I squeeze it. It seems you can’t control yourself around a child,” Gus muttered, his voice teasing Buster, half innocent and half desperate. Buster wondered how a child could say such dirty things.
“C’mon, teacher… You’re the one who’s always telling us to be honest and own our mistakes. But look at you now, getting all embarrassed just because your underaged student is touching you. It’s kinda gross… but I like it!”
Buster’s breath quickened. His thighs tensed, a low groan escaping as the pressure built against his sensitive cock.
Gus kept rubbing, his delicate hand working his cock with slow, teasing pressure.
“You’re supposed to be the teacher, the one in charge… but right now I’m the one making you act like this. This is so exciting! Please, sir? Just say yes to the A and I’ll be super good for you, I promise!”
Gus finally pulled his hand back, but only so he could climb onto Buster’s lap without warning. He was so small he fit easily in the chair with him. His ass pressed right down on the thick hardness. Buster’s hands flew to Gus’s narrow waist to push him off, but instead they instinctively gripped tight. He tried to respond but every time he opened his mouth, Gus would cut him off with a crude comment.
Gus started rocking his hips, slow and messy at first, rubbing his ass in lazy circles against Buster’s cock. His soft cheeks molded around the hardness through the layers of cloth while the wet crotch of his shorts dragged hot and messy along the full length.
The friction was testing Buster’s patience, damn that kid and his perfect little ass, the heat in his body rising at every thrust. Gus’s pussy lips parted slightly around the thick ridge, the damp fabric sticking and sliding. Buster was too lost in the pleasure to wrap his head around what exactly he was grinding against.
Gus kept up that little smirk, voice breathy but still obviously taunting Buster.
“You’re going to give me that A,” he breathed, sounding exhausted already, but trying to sound confident. “And right now you’re going to sit here and let me use you like this. Feel how hard you are, sir? All because you couldn’t keep your cock in your pants during class, hm? How sad!”
As Gus rocked faster, Buster’s hands tightened on his waist. Instinct took over, and one palm slid down instinctively, slipping under the hem of the oversized shirt and between Gus’s spread thighs. His fingers brushed over the soaked crotch of the shorts, pressing against the bare, puffy heat there.
Buster froze, eyes widening as he realized what he was feeling. Not a cock, but the slick, swollen folds of a pussy, warm and dripping against his fingertips through the thin fabric.
“O-Oh, you… you have a… uh… fuck…”
Gus let out a weak giggle, grinding down harder against Buster’s palm and his cock at the same time, his trembling body squirming like a kid who’d just been caught sneaking candy. Buster’s mouth opened to say something again before he was cut off.
“Don’t question it, please, sir,” he whined in that stupid, annoying little voice, pushing his hips forward so Buster’s long fingers rubbed right over the hood of his clit. Buster swallowed hard at the feeling of the boy’s sensitive nub.
“It’s not your job to question me or freak out about it right now. You’re supposed to be a smart, mature adult, but sometimes you just gotta shut up and feel how wet your student is for you!” He moaned softly at a particularly rough grind, sending sparks straight up his clit.
“I’m still the same kid, just with a pussy instead of whatever you thought I had. No big deal! Now keep your hand right there and let me grind on it like a good boy, or whatever. Please? I’ll be quiet about the whole jerking off in class thing if you stop overthinking and just enjoy this. But of course I still want my grade. You're lucky I'm even willing to do this with you at my young age!”
Gus sped up, rubbing against Buster faster, dragging his drenched pussy along the entire throbbing length again and again. The clothes between them were completely drenched, making sticky, obscene sounds with every movement. Buster’s hips twitched up involuntarily, chasing the friction despite himself. His cock leaked steadily, mixing with Gus’s wetness until everything felt slippery and hot, almost disgusting as sweat dripped down the kid’s thighs.
Buster’s other hand travelled up the kid’s side, sliding under his shirt and cupping the underside of his small breast. He could engulf Gus’s chest with one large palm. He circled the nipple between his index and thumb, pinching and pulling to get a reaction.
Gus whimpered softly, his body shaking uncontrollably as he rubbed himself just right against the hardness, the rough texture of the shorts rubbing his swollen clit raw with every pass.
He leaned in close, lips brushing Buster’s ear like he was sharing a secret. “Mmm, your cock’s so big under me… I feel like such a naughty kid right now, humping my teacher in his own classroom after everyone went home. Thank God I don't have a mom and dad, right? They’d be soooo concerned for me! Little would they know my teacher is a slut for little boys riding his cock. You gonna punish me like a bad student, or just sit there and take it?”
The words just made Buster more riled up, squeezing and groping Gus’s breast and rubbing his fingers against his clit. He hunched over the chair and latched his lips onto the kid’s neck, kissing and sucking the salty skin.
Gus moaned louder now, almost loud enough to be heard outside of the class, pressing down with more force so the head of Buster’s cock and the tips of his fingers rubbed directly against his clit through the shorts. His movements turned sloppy and urgent, small whimpers escaping with every grind as his neck was littered with kisses. “Fuck… your cock feels so good, sir! I wish it was inside of me so badly… I can feel the shape of it right against me! Please, oh, harder, teacher!”
The teasing, the control in Gus’s voice, the way he kept talking like he owned the situation, like he was the fucking adult, was driving Buster up the wall. Plus that casual dismissal of Buster’s realization and the blatant ignorance of his comfortability with the whole thing… the way the kid’s body felt against his own, his soft pussy and chest… it finally snapped something deep inside Buster.
Buster’s patience shattered.
In one sudden, powerful move he surged up, ripping his hand out of Gus’s shorts and gripping him by the waist, spinning him around. He shoved Gus face down over the desk, pinning him there with his bigger body. Gus let out a startled gasp, hands slapping against the wood.
“Enough of your fucking mouth,” Buster growled low in his ear, voice rough with frustration and a desperate need to fuck something. “You think you can just climb on me, rub your little pussy all over my dick, and keep talking to me like you’re in charge? I’ve had it with you! You should be put in your place like you oh so desperately wanted, yeah?”
Gus squirmed under him, chest tightening at the loss of control. “Teacher, wait—”
Buster didn’t wait. He yanked Gus’s shorts down in one rough tug, letting them bunch at his thighs. His eyes immediately locked onto the drenched blue panties that were glued to the wetness of Gus’s pussy. In a heartbeat, Buster shoved them down to meet with the kid’s shorts.
Gus’s bare ass and slick, red pussy were exposed, glistening and dripping. Buster shoved his own slacks and boxers down just enough to free his flushed cock. It sprang out heavy and hot, the head still dripping precum in thick beads.
He pressed forward, pinning Gus harder to the desk with his broad chest nearly right up against the small boy’s back, suffocating him with his heavy weight. The fat head of his cock slid right against Gus’s sensitive pussy lips, slowly rubbing up and down his folds.
Buster’s hips began to rut against Gus in short, teasing thrusts at first, letting the underside of his cock slide across the wet slit. He glided the head just short of Gus’s little clit before sliding back down to nudge at his entrance, never pushing inside, just rubbing, spreading their combined fluids everywhere.
He took his time, dragging the large, veiny length back and forth with filthy, measured strokes, letting the head bump and circle his clit on every pass while his free hand held Gus’s little hips steady. He could basically fit half of the kid’s waist in the grip of his palm.
“Feel that?” Buster hissed against Gus’s ear, his voice clearly annoyed. “That’s what you get for teasing me, you little shit. My dick sliding all over your needy pussy. You’re all wet like you need this so bad… And look how messy you’re making me. I’ll have to clean this up afterwards. You wanted this so bad, yeah? Watching me jerk off in class, then coming in here thinking you could control my life with your annoying little act?”
Gus’s composure cracked instantly. A high, needy whimper tore out of him. His small hands looked for leverage on the desk, his sweaty thighs trembling. “Buster, oh, fuck!”
Buster kept humping against him, cock driving through the drenched folds, the head catching on Gus’s clit with every press. “What vulgar language. Someone should clean that filthy mouth of yours with some soap to teach you a lesson.”
He built the pace of his thrusts slowly, rubbing harder by the second, letting his cock brush Gus’s thighs again and again, sometimes pausing to press the head of his cock right against the kid’s tight entrance and rock there, teasing the ring without slipping in. Buster’s pubic hair became wet and tangled, the texture against Gus’s ass making the kid gasp.
The wet, filthy sounds filled the classroom, skin sliding against skin, the stickiness of Buster’s cock spreading precum all over Gus’s pussy and thighs, the occasional wet smack of his balls against the kid’s ass when he snapped his hips a little harder.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” Buster groaned, thrusting faster now, hips snapping with an urgency that made Gus’s weak body shove against the desk.
“Your pussy is clenching around nothing, basically beggin’ for it. But you don’t get my cock inside you. Not today. You’re just gonna push back against me like the greedy little thing you are until we both cum. All that ‘I’m just your student, teacher, please give me an A’ bullshit? It’s gone now, huh? Just a little kid who started something he couldn’t finish. I almost feel bad for you.”
Gus’s voice broke completely, losing every trace of his short lasting control, the tone of his voice completely flipping the switch into helpless desperation. Buster was so strong it was driving the kid insane.
“Oh God, please, sir! I-It’s too much, your cock is so good, I can’t… fuck, I’m sorry, teacher, I was being stupid, just… ahh! K-Keep rubbing it, please, please, please!”
His hips pushed back just as Buster commanded him to, chasing the friction. His mask shattered into helpless, whimpering pleasure as he trembled and gasped under the relentless rubbing of his teacher’s cock. His fragile legs shook underneath the desk, his toes barely touching the floor, his shirt riding up his back as he arched like the needy little boy that he was who’d finally been put in his place.
Buster didn’t let up. He reached around, one hand sliding between Gus’s thighs to spread his pussy wider with two fingers, holding him open so his cock could slide even easier through the slick heat.
His cock rubbed Gus’s clit harder, faster, over and over, sometimes sliding up to nudge against his tight little hole again, pressing just enough to make Gus gasp out before sliding back down, successfully putting him on edge.
“That’s it, baby boy. Come for me, won’t ya? All that attitude is gone because you can’t handle a grown man’s dick. You seemed so confident on being grown up before though, huh? Seems you bit off more than you could chew.” Buster rambled as he began to whine to himself, huffing into Gus’s ear as he reached a hand up to curl into his hair. Gus moaned, lifting one leg up to adjust the angle of Buster’s cock against his clit.
“Gonna cum just from this, aren’t you? You want it bad? Say it for me. And tell your teacher how sorry you are while you take my dick.”
Gus came before he could utter another word. His whole body seized up, a loud cry tearing out of him as his pussy clenched and gushed, squirting around Buster’s cock in fresh, hot wetness. His legs shook violently, hips jerking helplessly against the desk as his orgasm rolled through him, a string of desperate little sobs mixing with the moans. “I’m sorry, sir! I’m… I-I’m sorry, oh, please!”
The feeling of Gus coming against him, the kid’s pussy fluttering uncontrollably around his cock, pushed Buster right to the edge. He kept grinding through it, cock sliding faster through the messy folds that were completely drowning in fluid.
“Fuck, gonna cum all over this pretty pussy,” Buster growled, his voice strained. “Gonna paint you with it while you’re crying for it, fuck…”
Buster came moments later with a deep, loud groan, hips stuttering as he shot thick pulses across Gus’s pussy and against the inside of the desk. Rope after rope of cum splashed over his red lips and his abused clit, dripping down in messy streaks.
He kept humping through his orgasm, cock rubbing smoothly now through the combined fluid, drawing out every last shudder until both of them were panting and spent, bodies covered with sweat and cum.
They stayed locked like that for a long moment, Buster’s chest pressed to Gus’s back, both breathing hard. Buster finally pulled back, grabbing one of the paper towels on his desk. He briefly wiped them both down and tossed the towel, tucking himself away and yanking Gus’s shorts and panties back up over the sticky mess.
Gus stayed slumped over the desk, shy and quiet, his once large and controlling ego nowhere in sight. Tears threatened to spill over his eyes at the intense orgasm. He had never come so hard in his life.
Buster noticed that the kid wasn’t talking. He sighed and ran a hand through his own hair, his voice unsure as he spoke.“You’ll get the A, kid. But this stays between us. Understand?”
Gus nodded weakly, still catching his breath, no smart comments left.
Buster straightened his tie. “You usually walk home, right? I can give you a ride, uh… I-If you're allowed to. I mean, it's kind of against school policy for me to… drive you anywhere during school hours, b-but we seem to be pretty far past that.” He laughed at his poor attempt at humor.
Gus pushed himself upright on shaky legs, his cheeks still burning. He managed a small, lazy nod. “Yeah… that would be nice, sir. I'm sure my, uh… dad… wouldn't mind. I'm not sure what exactly he is to me. But, nevermind that!”
The kid cheerfully grabbed his backpack and headed towards the door. He looked back, watching as Buster just stood there.
“Uh, are you coming, or…?”
Buster flinched before scrambling to grab a few papers and his personal belongings. “Oh! Yeah, uh, l-let me just…”
Gus smiled at his clumsiness.
Maybe being the teacher's pet wasn't such a bad thing.