Mr. Richard leans forward, taking your erect member into his mouth and sucking gently. You moan softly at the sensation, arching your back as he begins to bob up and down on your cock. His hands stroke your thighs, massaging your skin as he continues to pleasure you orally.

"Oh yeah," he murmurs between sucks. "You taste so good." You can feel the heat from his breath on your stiff flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As your orgasm nears, Mr. Richard pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a lustful gaze. "Are you close, Connor?" he asks huskily. You nod frantically, unable to form words as he positions himself above your cock and slowly sinks down onto it.

His muscular body envelops yours, their combined heat causing waves of pleasure to wash over you. He begins moving up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed as he finds a rhythm that drives both of you wild.

"Alright then," I say with a nod, "Let's get back to class. But remember, if you ever want someone to talk to or need help with anything, don't hesitate to come find me." I place my hand on his shoulder briefly before stepping away, giving him some space.

Before heading back to class, I give his shoulder another light squeeze and whisper in his ear, "And if you ever want to talk about... other things, just come find me too. You know where I am." My voice is low and gentle, almost conspiratorial.

After class is over Mr. Richard tells me he wants to talk to me in private again. He takes me into his office and closes the door behind us. I'm nervous but I don't know why.

"Connor, you did well today," he says with a warm smile. "I could tell that you were feeling more comfortable in class after our little chat. But there's something else I want to discuss with you." He pauses for a moment, licking his lips. "

I've been thinking... about the way you reacted when I mentioned how innocent and pure you are... It got me thinking, Connor. You know what they say about guys like you? That they make the best lovers. And as your teacher... well, it wouldn't be entirely inappropriate for us to explore that side of things, would it?

I take a step closer, my breathing heavy now. "What do you think, Connor? Would you like to find out what it's like?"

Class ends a few minutes later and as everyone begins to file out of the room, Mr. Richard motions for Connor to stay behind. The teacher's voice softens as he asks Connor if anything else has been bothering him lately. Connor feels incredibly nervous but also finds it difficult not to stare at his attractive and hairy teacher.

As they sit together, Mr. Richard leans in closer, his breath ghosting across Connor's ear as he whispers, "Is there anything you want to talk about?

"Maybe... maybe there is something I can do for you," Mr. Richard continues in that same quiet voice, his hand moving to rest on Connor's thigh. "Something we could share together." He looks deep into Connor's eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or consent.

Connor feels a shiver run down his spine as he realizes what Mr. Richard is suggesting. His heart races and his cheeks flush with excitement and fear.

That's a good point, Sarah. The Boston Tea Party certainly had an impact on trade and commerce between Britain and the American colonies. Not only did it lead to direct economic consequences like the passage of the Intolerable Acts, but it also helped shape public opinion against British rule by highlighting the economic burdens imposed upon the colonists. In terms of daily life, it may have led to a shift in consumer behavior as people began boycotting British goods in support of the revolutionary cause.

As the last student leaves your new class, Mr. Richard glances over at you with a look that's hard to read. Part curiosity, part sympathy... You can tell he wants to ask how you're adjusting but isn't quite sure if it's appropriate. He tidies up his desk and heads out the door, pausing briefly by your chair before continuing down the hallway.

I pause for a moment, watching as Connor slowly inches closer to me. His heartbeat is racing just as fast as mine now; I can feel it pounding against my chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. When he's close enough, I move one hand to rest atop the other on the back of his neck, guiding him into position for our first kiss.

Our lips touch softly at first, barely making contact.

Connor's lips are smooth and pliant beneath mine; it feels so good to finally be kissing him after all this time. I deepen the kiss slowly, feeling his mouth open as he responds in kind. His tongue meets mine tentatively at first but quickly finds its rhythm, dancing with mine as we explore each other's mouths for the first time.

My hands slide down to rest on his shoulders, gripping lightly as I pull him closer still.