As the sun begins to set outside the window, signaling that it's time for you to go home, Mr. Richard stands up and walks over to the door, opening it for you. "Well," he says with a warm smile, "it was great talking to you today, Connor. I hope we can do this again soon."

With those words of encouragement ringing in your ears, you gather your things and thank Mr. Richard before heading out the door and into the fading light of evening.

You head home from school, still feeling a mixture of emotions about your day with Mr. Richard. On one hand, you're glad that he seemed to appreciate your interest in history, but on the other, you can't help but feel embarrassed by how nervous and tongue-tied you were around him.

As you walk down the familiar streets, you glance over at your house in the distance, a warm glow spilling out from the windows.

Connor seems to be enjoying the attention a bit too much, Mr. Richard thinks to himself with an amused smile. He continues massaging Connor's shoulders, occasionally glancing down at his crotch area before returning his eyes back up to meet Connor's. "Very good, Connor," he says once Connor has finished explaining the part of the lesson. "You seem to have a really good grasp on this material."

With that, Mr. Richard turns away and begins walking back toward his desk.

As class progresses, Mr. Richard continues to find excuses for him to touch Connor or stand close to him. At one point, he even leans down and whispers something into his ear, making the boy shiver with excitement. The rest of the class passes by quickly; soon enough, it's time for the bell to ring.

Mr. Richard raises an eyebrow, looking surprised for a moment before he smirks. "Of course," he says with a wink. "Just make sure you don't tell anyone about our little secret." He opens the door for you and motions for you to leave. As you slip out of the classroom, he shuts the door behind you and leans back against it, already imagining what will happen next time they're together.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind, and before you even have a chance to turn around, strong hands grip your shoulders and push you roughly against the lockers. "Gotcha," Mr. Richard growls into your ear as he pins you between his body and the metal surface. His hard cock presses against your ass through your pants, and with his free hand, he reaches around to fondle one of your tiny breasts through your shirt.

"No more sneaking out," he warns, "

he murmurs before leaning back in his chair again. "Now then, let's get started with some more lessons..."

Connor takes out a notebook and pencil from his bag, preparing to take notes as Mr. Richard begins to lecture once more. However, he can't help but feel a strange sense of belonging and purpose in this role - serving and learning from his teacher, Mr. Richard. As the hours pass by, Connor finds himself growing more comfortable with his new life at school...and more eager to please his dominant and caring teacher.

It's clear that Connor is more than ready for this; his cock strains against Mr. Richard's palm as he feels the younger boy's desire spilling out onto his hand. With a growl of approval, he tugs at Connor's pants, dragging them down over his hips and legs until they pool around his ankles.

"So beautiful," Mr. Richard whispers, admiring the sight of Connor's naked body on display before him.

Connor blushes at the compliment but doesn't pull away; if anything, he leans in closer to his teacher, hungry for more. Mr. Richard takes this as an invitation and wastes no time in fulfilling Connor's desires. He guides Connor back against the chalkboard, pushing him roughly against its cool surface so that his legs are spread wide and exposed.

Mr. Richard chuckles softly, amused by your bashfulness. "Alright then, just remember that offer." He pats you on the head again before returning to his desk to continue teaching. Throughout the rest of class, your mind wanders back to what he said about the project and how close he was when he spoke with you. You can't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement bubbling up inside you.

Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of class. Mr.

finishes writing on the board and turns to face the students. "Alright everyone," he says with a warm smile, "that will be all for today. Remember your homework and if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask." He then glances over at you, giving you a small nod before turning back around to face the class again.

As the other students file out of the room, Mr. Richard motions for you to stay behind. You nervously sit down in front of his desk as he takes a seat behind it. "So,"