"Well," Mr.Richard says with a sly grin, "it involves some... extra tutoring." He takes a step closer to Connor, invading his personal space. The younger boy's heart begins to race as he realizes what the teacher means. "I was hoping we could meet up at my house after school a few times a week, and I can help you with your studies... in more ways than one." He leans in even closer, their breath mixing together.

Connor's eyes go wide with shock and excitement as he feels Mr.Richard's hardened erection pressing against his leg. He swallows nervously before nodding slowly. "Y-yes sir, I would like that."

"Well," Mr.Richard says with a sly grin, "it involves some... extra tutoring." He takes a step closer to Connor, invading his personal space. The younger boy's heart begins to race as he realizes what the teacher means. "I was hoping we could meet up at my house after school a few times a week, and I can help you with your studies... in more ways than one." He leans in even closer, their breath mixing together.

Connor's eyes go wide with shock and excitement as he feels Mr.Richard's hardened erection pressing against his leg. He swallows nervously before nodding slowly. "Y-yes sir, I would like that."

Mr. Richard smirks, taking a step closer to Connor and pressing his body against the younger boy's once more. "I think it's time we had some fun," he whispers into Connor's ear before planting a soft kiss there. His hand slides down over Connor's hip, grazing against the fabric of his pants as he continues to tease him. "What do you say?"

Mr. Richard smirks in satisfaction as he sees the younger boy's hesitation fade away. He takes hold of Connor's shirt and rips it open, revealing his smooth chest once more. "I want you," he growls, his voice rough with desire. With one swift motion, he pulls Connor close, slamming their bodies together so that their erections grind against each other through their clothes.

Richard, and he finds himself unable to resist any longer. He leans in even closer, brushing the backs of his knuckles against Connor's cheek before tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. "Yes," he whispers into the boy's ear. "With me."

Connor shivers visibly at the touch and the warmth of Mr. Richard's breath against his skin. His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment it seems like they might actually close completely...

Mr. Richard smiles reassuringly, feeling a surge of power course through his veins as he realizes that he now has this boy right where he wants him. "Good," he says softly, leaning in even closer so their lips are barely an inch apart. "Just remember... this is between us." With those words, he presses his lips against Connor's, claiming the terrified boy's mouth with a passion that leaves no room for denial or escape.

Mr. Richard feels Connor's body tensing beneath his touch as he continues to kiss him passionately. Unable to resist the younger man's eagerness, he stands up and roughly pushes Connor down onto the desk, pinning him there with his weight. With one hand, he reaches down to unfasten his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines. "Fuck," he groans.

Mr. Richard watches as Connor looks down at his cock, anticipation and desire written all over the younger man's face. He groans softly and leans in, kissing him deeply once more before positioning the head of his cock at Connor's entrance. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, voice raspy with lust.

He waits for a nod from Connor before pushing forward, feeling the tight heat of the boy's body surround him as he sinks deeper and deeper inside.

As the bell rings to signal the end of the break, Mr. Richard returns to his desk and announces that it's time for everyone to get back to work. Connor can't help but feel a little giddy inside. He glances up at Mr. Richard, who is watching him with a knowing smile on his face.

The rest of the class passes by quickly, and soon enough the final bell rings. The students file out of the room and head to their next classes, leaving Connor and Mr. Richard alone together.

"Alright then, Connor," Mr. Richard says as he motions for the boy to follow him to his desk. "Let's talk about history." He chuckles softly, trying not to make it sound too suggestive. Once they're at the desk, he leans in close once again, lowering his voice even further.

"You know... I was wondering if maybe you'd like to help me with something else as well." He pauses for a moment, licking his lips nervously before continuing. "