Richard pins him against the wall, his hard length pressed painfully against Connor's stomach. "You want this?" he whispers harshly into Connor's ear, thrusting his hips forward slightly.

Connor gasps and nods frantically, tears welling up in his eyes. He can feel the heat radiating off of Mr. Richard as their bodies press together, and it only serves to heighten his arousal.

Mr.

Richard lets out a low growl, unable to contain himself any longer. With one swift movement, he lifts Connor up onto the desk before him, their bodies finally aligned from groin to chest. His hands roam over Connor's small frame possessively, squeezing and caressing as if trying to memorize every inch of skin.

Connor arches his back, moaning softly as Mr. Richard's touch sends waves of pleasure through him.

Mr. Richard reaches out and gently takes Connor's chin in his hand, forcing the boy to meet his gaze. "You know...you seem like a really nice kid," he says softly, his voice thick with desire. "I bet you'd be even better if you just let yourself go a little bit."

The teacher takes another step closer, invading Connor's personal space. The boy tries to back away but is pinned against the desk by Mr. Richard's large frame. "

"How about I help you with that?" he whispers in Connor's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the boy's spine. Before Connor can react further, Mr. Richard leans in and presses their lips together, kissing him passionately. It's a deep and demanding kiss that leaves no doubt about the teacher's intentions.

As they kiss, Mr. Richard begins to undo his pants, freeing his impressive erection.

Mr. Richard expertly uses his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of Connor's cock, driving the boy wild with need. He looks up at Connor through his lashes, their eyes meeting in a fiery gaze as he continues to pleasure him. With one hand on the wall for support, Mr. Richard reaches up to pinch and roll one of Connor's nipples between his fingers, eliciting another moan from the boy above him.

It's clear that both men are nearing their limits when Mr. Richard finally pulls away from Connor's cock with a satisfied smile. He stands up and steps closer, his hard erection pressing against the boy's stomach. With shaking hands, he reaches down to undo his own pants, freeing his cock and guiding it between Connor's legs.

Connor arches his back off the wall as Mr. Richard pushes inside of him in one smooth stroke.

The rest of the class passes by quickly for Mr. Richard, his mind already elsewhere with thoughts of getting to know Connor better. During break, he invites the new student to join him at his desk and they begin talking. The teacher learns that Connor is shy but intelligent, and has a love for history that matches his own. As they chat, Mr. Richard can't help but notice how cute and innocent Connor looks sitting there across from him.

"So," he says casually, "

"So," he says casually, "I was wondering... I have this old textbook at home that's been collecting dust for years. It might be interesting to compare it with the new one we're using in class. If you wanted to come over and study with me after school today, I could even give you a ride."

Connor looks up from his seat, surprise evident on his face. "Really?" he asks quietly. "Of course," Mr. Richard replies with a warm smile. "I'd be happy to help."

I think it's time for some more...practice," he says finally, a predatory glint in his eye. Without further warning, Mr. Richard stands up and strides around the desk, towering over Connor where he sits in the chair. The boy swallows hard as his teacher reaches down to unfasten his belt, revealing the bulge at his crotch growing larger by the second.

"Now," Mr. Richard says, his voice husky with desire, "

let's see if you remember everything I taught you earlier..." With that final word, he yanks Connor roughly out of the chair and pushes him down onto his hands and knees on top of Mr. Richard's desk. The boy whimpers in protest as his teacher roughly spreads his ass cheeks apart, revealing his hole to the cool air of the room.

"Such a pretty little hole," Mr.

"Let's go over this section together." He points to a part in the book as he speaks, trying to keep up the pretense that they are simply discussing history. But as his free hand drifts lower on Connor's body, tracing circles around the tight muscles of his stomach, it becomes increasingly difficult for either of them to focus.

Connor shivers at the touch, arching his back slightly into Mr. Richard's hand. "Mmm,"

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Mr. Richard murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to Connor's neck. He can feel the boy's hardening length pressed against his own thigh and he groans softly in response, rocking his hips gently forward. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, brushing his lips across the shell of Connor's ear.

Connor moans, throwing his head back as pleasure washes over him. He hadn't expected this to feel so good; so right.