The Teacher The Delinquent Ch. 03

There’s a plot twist in the story. Some might like it, some might not… Probably just one more chapter after this to finish the series. All characters engaging in sexual acts are above the age of 18.

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I rang Zeke’s doorbell.

He hadn’t been able to come over for dinner last night, because he said he was prepping for work. My aunt told me to take him some leftovers for lunch, so here I am.

He answered the door with a grin, which I met with seeming blase indifference, you know, ’cause I’m the cool, moody type. But he pulled me in with a hug and a kiss on my neck, making me laugh.

“Aw, you wanted to make sure I’m not hungry?”

“Credit goes to my aunt.” I looked around. “Omg! Your place is a mess!”

“It’s not that bad, is it? Especially for a bachelor pad,” he mumbled.

On a scale of tidy to bachelor pigsty, it was honestly in the middle, but still!

“Join me for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah….” I threw over my shoulder as I got to work cleaning. I just couldn’t take it.

Zeke ended up having to reheat the food twice, because I kept saying “5 more minutes” until everything was in order. At least in the living room, kitchen, dining area, and entryway. Which reminded me…

“Oh, no you don’t! He hugged me from behind and carried me to the table, dropping me in my seat. “Eat.”

I got up and started for the hallway. He grabbed me from behind again. As he walked us back over to the table, he asked, “You’re that eager to go to my bedroom?”

“That’s not-“

He sat down with me in his lap! I was a grown man! He had one arm pinned around my waist and used the other to bring a bite to my mouth. I huffed and accepted the bite. He fed me another. Fine.

I turned so I was sitting side ways in his lap. “I want more of the chicken,” I demanded and opened my mouth for the next bite.

He fed me, amused, but the next few bites, I mouthed provacatively while looking into his eyes and moaning. He cock filled underneath me.

“River…” he chastised.

“What?” I asked innocently.

He finished feeding me, his cock throbbing beneath me by the end, but I pranced out of his house.

“River!” he called after me.

I felt his eyes on me all the way until I returned home.

……

The next day was the first day of senior year at my new high school. I dressed in my usual attire of faded grey jeans that made my butt look good, a black shirt, black combat boots, and diamond stud earrings.

I usually kept mostly to myself, except for club activities, but this school didn’t have any martial arts teams. I wasn’t anti-social or shy or anything. I just didn’t put in enough effort to remember people’s names or care how their summer was. I shared many of my classes with guys from the Wild Dogs, so I kind of already had built in friends to sit with for group projects and lunch. The crew wasn’t turning out to be such a bad thing afterall.

During lunch, I did get the opportunity to “start” a martial arts club. The office said they’d even pay for my competitions and transportation. That was cool and easier than expected. They said they’d been trying to build up extracurriculars, so my request came at a good time. Good for me, I guess.

My last class of the day was history. I wanted to sit in the back as usual, but was too late, so I sat on the window side of a middle row.

I was zoned out, thinking of nothing in particuar when the students shuffled at the teacher’s arrival.

My boredom took a deep dive when I heard a familiar voice say, “Hello, class. I’m Mr. Martin, your history teacher for the semester.” The rest of what he said faded out as I zeroed in on a face I knew too well.

Holy fuck, Zeke was my teacher!

He had removed the lip ring, his long sleeves hid his tattoos, and his hair was styled less messily. What the…

I didn’t know he was a teacher! Shouldn’t he have assumed that there was the possibility I’d attend his school once he learned I’m in high school? I mean, I guess our city does have a lot of schools, but still! This seemed like an oversight on his part. Or wishful thinking. Either way, I loved it.

I slumped in my chair, blocking his view of me, hidden by the students in front of me, who, by the way, were sitting up straighter and at attention when they saw what a young hottie our teacher is. But they’d never know him like I did. Every part of him like I did.

He started walking up and down the aisles, passing out some packet. When he got to my row, I sat up and said, “Hey, teach.” I must have been grinning like the cheshire cat.

He started “Hello-” His voice cut off with a gasp. All the blood drained from his face, leaving it whiter than the stacks of papers in his hands. Err, that were in his hands. He dropped them all.

“Shit! I mean, shoot!” The students around us laughed and were only too happy to help pick up the scattered papers for our hot teacher.

He recovered quickly, taking a few extra minutes to slowly finish passing out the rest of the packets. He avoided looking at my area of the classroom for the rest of the hour.

When the Bağdat caddesi travesti bell rang, Zeke, I mean Mr. Martin, asked me to stay after class.

“You’re not supposed to be in this school district,” he stated.

“My aunt got permission for me to go here, because she thought it’d be a better education, and a lot of the Wild Dogs attend this school. Easier transition and all that.”

He was silent as it looked like a million thoughts were going through his head.

“Weren’t you still in grad school for a masters or something?”

“A masters of teaching. I was going to start here next year, but they were short, so I started early.” He gulped.

“‘Kay, well see you tomorrow! And the day after that. And the day after that…” I repeated on my way out. This was going to be so much fun!

……

I ended up being happy I was somehow part of the Wild Dogs crew. Most of them came from difficult family situations, so they supported each other, and now me, too. They walked me to and from school sometimes. They carried my stuff and even cleaned my locker when they were cleaning one of theirs. They cheered for me like fan girls at my martial arts competitions. They were everywhere!

I was walking back from the restroom during class when I heard, “Hey! Boss!” That could only be one person. I smiled and turned to find Duncan.

I had found out that even though Duncan was 19, he failed last year so was repeating senior year. A super senior.

He was close in my personal space, so I took a step back. He followed. I stepped back again to find my back against the wall, and he followed again, placing an arm against the wall next to me. His face was indecently close to me.

“How have you been? Need a hand with any built up tension, again? I miss your taste.” He said looking me in the eyes.

I laughed, “No, thank you.”

He had said it like it was a serious invitation, but his eyes crinkled in the corners like he was having fun. I didn’t feel any pressure from him. I put my hand on his chest to lightly push him away, but he grabbed it to bring to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, lingering over the skin.

“You’re silly.” I couldn’t help but say with a smile.

“Keep me in mind,” he replied, dropping my hand and walking away backwards sticking his tongue out.

“In your dreams.”

“You are in my dreams. A lot of my very dirty dreams.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get back to class! Bye Duncan.”

He finally left.

I was still smiling when I turned to find Zeke in the hallway, watching with his fists clenched by his sides.

I felt like I’d been caught, even though I hadn’t done anything. How much did he hear?

“Again?” He repeated.

I guess he’d heard quite a bit. I felt my face heat. “It was before you and I… Actually, n-nevermind!” I stammered. I didn’t do anything wrong. I also didn’t need to explain anything to him. Whatever.

Later that day in his class, he seemed upset… and like he was specifically angry with me.

I was briefly texting on my phone when I heard, “Detention.”

“What?” Just for this? Practically everyone used their phones in class!

“You want to make that two days with back talk?”

“Uhh, no?” WTH!

I slumped down into my chair. Was he upset, because of what he saw with Duncan earlier? No, I mean, surely not… right? I both hoped he was and wasn’t.

After school, I went to the office for detention and was sent back to Zeke’s room!

I crossed my arms over my chest when I entered his room. “So you gave me detention so what? I’d spend more time with you?”

“No, I-“

“What a lame move.”

His jaw ticked. “No, I didn’t know that I had to be the one to deal with the trouble makers.”

“Reeeeally?”

“They said my younger age might connect with students.”

I lifted my eyebrows.

“But it’s honestly just scut work for the newest teacher.”

“That I believe.” I sat down and blew out a breath.

We were the only ones there, because no other teachers were mean enough to give students detention so early in the year! We sat in awkward silence for a long time. He just stared at me for most of it.

I was so bored. “Well, now what?”

“What did you do?”

“Do what?”

“With… him.”

I can’t believe he just asked that! “Do you really want to know?”

Between gritted teeth, he answered with a clipped, “Yes.”

“Okay… When I first moved here, he, um, walked in on me in the gym showers when I was, um…” I’m usualy not shy about my sex life. Why had I become like this around him? “You know. He offerred to help… so yeah.”

“How did he help?”

“He gave me a blowjob. Why? You offering one, too?”

“Was it good? Did you like the wet, strong suction on your dick?”

My breath caught. Just hearing him say dirty things in his deep voice was turning me on. “Hmmm yeah.”

“Did you squirt untouched…” (Like I had with Zeke, omg! Mortifying!) “…when you licked him back?” He growled.

“Uuuhhhm, no… I didn’t reciprocate.” I felt a blush working its Bağdat caddesi travestileri way up my face again. “Plus, I probably couldn’t go again so soon…”

“You did with me,” he said while his eyes saw right through me.

My mouth parted as I remembered his touch. I wiggled in my chair. “Yes, but you’re just so-” I caught myself.

“So what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.”

He stood up and gripped my desk on either side. “Tell me or I’ll extend your detention. I’m so what?”

I kept my face as emotionless as possible. “You’re so hot.”

His face broke out in that irresistable wide grin of his.

I crossed my arms across my chest and mumbled. “Okay? Geez, you’re not the only hot guy in the world.”

“So you just left him with blue balls? Seems to be your amo.” Now was he referencing when I brought him lunch the last day of summer?

“He finished himself… when I told him to…”

“You like bossing around big, muscular guys?” He leaned in, bringing his face even closer to mine. His lips traced up my jaw.

“No! I mean, kinda, sometimes.”

“What would you want me to do?” His breath ghosted against the side of my face.

I whimpered. “Everything.”

I could see the tension in his body.

His alarm went off. He pulled back and ran a hand over his face. “Detention’s over.”

I didn’t even try to hide the erection in my pants as I hurried out of there.

……

I was about to step up to the middle of the fighting area during another underground fight night, when I was yanked back against a hard chest. A hard, familiar chest.

“What are you doing? You’re too young to be here.” Zeke growled.

“I’m not a kid.”

“Yes, you are.”

“And you fucked me.”

He whipped his head around to see if anyone was listening. They weren’t. “Fine, young adult. What are you doing here?”

“Just hangin’. Remember, you once invited me here… dude.”

He made an ick face.

“Oh, sorry, I meant Mr. Martin.”

He winced again, looking around to see if anyone heard.

“By the way, the last name Martin so doesn’t suit you.”

“Thanks for informing me.”

“What do you want me to call you anyways?”

He paused and looked at me.

“Zeke is fine. When we’re out of school.”

“Yeah?”

“So what are you here for? You better not try to be fighting.”

“No, I’m coaching!” He looked surprised. “Seriously! One of the fighters saw me at the gym and asked if I’d teach him some technique. He’s alright so far. He invited me to be in his corner during the fight.”

“Mhmm.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but he let me go. And hovered by me the entire fight. He eyed anyone that got too close, but he didn’t get in the way.

It was a pretty awesome fight, and my pupil used a few of the moves I taught him! I was jumping up and down from excitement. I loved fighting, I loved watching, and now I loved it even more that I was invested.

The bell rang, and my guy won!! He threw his fists up in the air, sweaty, bruised, and triumphant. He came to the corner and half hugged me over the ropes.

I was so excited, I turned to Zeke and hugged him, too. Just as I realized what I was doing and thought I should pull away, he hugged me back and shouted into my neck, “Good job, sweet boy.” Ohh, I hugged him tighter before letting go. “You’re adorable as always.” I smiled up at him.

He gave me butterflies. Ugh, I can’t wait to be over this guy. He waited for me to have the after fight talk and meet with a few more guys to walk me home. He was as attentive as ever.

……

In class, I couldn’t help undressing him with my eyes. He looked soooo delicious. I tried to avert my eyes when he could see, but I could only last so long. At one point, he caught me looking. He faltered, the marker slipping out of his hand. What did he see on my face? Naked hunger? Uugghhh, I needed to get this under control.

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Another day, another detention. When I was brought to his room for detention, yet again, I immediately sat in a random desk and avoided eye contact. I slumped in the chair, trying to hide my lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” My head whipped up. Then I immediately hid my face in my hands. “N-nothing.”

“River.”

I looked up at him briefly, but it was enough. Ugh, why is he so good looking!

He took a step towards me.

“Don’t get any closer!!”

He froze. That was weird of me and such an overreaction. I grimaced. “Sorry…”

He came up and caressed my face. “Are you okay?”

I leaned into his touch and couldn’t help looking up at him. My eyelids felt heavy.

“Oh, fuck! You’re seriously horny.”

I felt my face flush deeper. Ugh, I hated my pale skin that instantly showed any red.

His fingers traced my lips, and I stuck out my tongue to lick them. He groaned. “What happened? Were you caught… with someone?” It’s like his whole body froze over.

I really wish I could have said yes. The alternative was much more embarassing.

“River,” he growled my name.

“It’s your fault.”

He Travesti bağdat caddesi incrimentally relaxed. “Is that right?” The side of his lips quirked up. His hand moved down my neck, maybe trying to be reassuring, but everywhere he touched left a wake of fire.

“It’s so hot watching you in class. Your muscles bulge out, especially when you wear thin shirts. And when you write on the board. And basically when you do anything. And I have to listen to your deep, sturdy voice for almost an hour! I couldn’t wait to get home, so I thought I’d jerk one out quickly in the bathroom, but I was so distracted… thinking about you… that I accidentally went into the women’s restroom, and Mrs. Harold caught me! Now she thinks I’m some perv! I’m not even interested in women…” I bit my lip.

“You’re interested in men like me?” His fingers stroked back and forth against my skin.

“Uummmm… hmmm…” This man made me melt. “The only thing missing is your lip ring.”

His eyebrows went up. “You like that in a guy, huh?”

“I honestly didn’t care until I saw it on you. I like it the most when you’re thinking about something and your tongue plays with it. I like feeling it against my skin when you kiss and lick me everywhere.” I was so hard.

“Damn, I’ll wear it more often for you.”

“For me?”

He left me briefly to lock the door and pull down the shades.

“Stand up.”

I stood up, and he kissed me viscously. He shoved his leg between mine, and I humped him without shame.

He pulled back. “Pull yourself out and stroke.”

My dick jerked, ready to show off for Zeke.

I pushed him, catching him off guard. He stumbled onto his desk behind him. I pushed him again, more gently this time, to sit on it.

I took myself out and straddled him. I put his hand on my pulsing dick.

“Rub me.”

“You’re a menace.” He watched my face closely for my reactions. I fell apart under his hand working my expertly.

I crushed my face to his neck, licking and sucking any of the skin I could reach.

“Careful not to leave marks,” he warned.

Oh? I bit his neck. His body tensed under me. I loved that he enjoyed it as much as I did doing it. I lapped and sucked the same spot, making sure it turned a deep purple.

“River.”

“Pull yourself out, too?” I requested.

His hand on me stuttered. “I shouldn’t…”

“Come onnn,” I whined. “As if jerking your student in your lap is any less bad.”

His jaw clenched as he briefly let go of me to bring himself out.

“Fuck, you’re cock is big and beautiful!”

“I’m suddenly jealous of the way you look at my cock.”

I kissed him and said, “Frot us.” I humped my hips against him.

“So demanding,” he teased as he wrapped us both in his big hands. He kissed the side of my face and felt my shudder at my dick rubbing against him.

I couldn’t help making broken noises against him.

“For someone who keeps so much hidden behind those intense eyes, I almost forgot how responsive you are. Like a flower responding to the sun.”

“I’m not as delicate as a flower.”

“No, you’re not,” he stated as he increased his grip and speed.

I moaned loudly against him.

“First one to come has to accompany me after school again tomorrow.” He knew I was too far gone. His eyes were alight with his impending win.

I tried to hold back. I used every ounce of will power I had, but it was futile with the sensations he caused. I shuddered and moaned, my come spilling between us. He used my come as lube to finish himself with the last few strokes. I loved watching his fluids mix with mine over our pressed members.

……

The next day at school, ‘Mr. Martin’ used a bandage to cover his neck. My classmates who were mature enough to understand laughed and giggled at him. He was so unfazed and cool about it, though, that the sentiment turned from joking by the students to admiration and lust.

Damn it, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted them to know he’s taken.

After school, Zeke made me sit in his lap while he graded papers. I was comfortable and let him get in about 20 minutes of work done.

I twisted my upper body and wrapped my arm around his neck to give him a searing kiss. He returned it in full force.

We were so engrossed in each other’s mouths that we didn’t hear when the door opened.

“Shit, I knew it!” Duncan exclaimed.

I jumped off of Zeke’s lap, but we were both sporting swollen red lips and guilty looks.

“No wonder, you’re satisfied by…” His eyes slid to our teacher. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He stuck out his tongue and walked out.

Zeke pulled me back to his lap. “Zeke! What are you doing? We just got caught!”

“He won’t tell.” He started kissing me again.

I turned my head to speak as he kept kissing the side of my face. “How do you know?”

“I think he heard us in the hallway that time I heard him… proposition you. He’s also more observant than you give him credit for. He would have told administration a long time ago if he was going to.”

I huffed but let him keep going.

……

The next day in class, the guy sitting behind me kept whispering in my ear throughout class and… flirting with me?

We were assigned a group task, and I partnered with him. Zeke totally noticed the guy all up in my personal space. Why did I love making him jealous? His reactions were just so… I liked it a lot.

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