The shool bell rings and everyone takes a seat on Mr.Richard class

Mr.Richard starts teaching the lesson but in the middle of it he sees Connor looking at him all the time. Mr.Richard's cock begins to harden and he can't help himself. He walks up to Connor's desk and leans over, whispering in his ear seductively "You know what I want you to do..."

Mr.Richard whispers seductively again into Connor's ear, "I want you to come here..." He guides Connor out of his desk and onto the ground in front of him. Once he is down there, Mr.Richard unbuttons his pants revealing his hard throbbing cock. "Suck on it," he commands with a hoarse whisper.

Mr.Richard growls impatiently, "Well, you're going to learn now." He grabs Connor by the hair and forces his head down onto his cock. "Suck it," he demands harshly as he begins thrusting his hips, fucking Connor's mouth with his hard cock. The taste of pre-cum fills Connor's mouth, making him gag a little before he learns to take more in with each thrust.

Mr.

Mr. Richard groans as he feels the warmth of Connor's mouth surrounding his cock. His hand goes to the back of Connor's head, holding him in place while he fucks his mouth. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, ready to cum all over that sweet little mouth of his.

"That's it, Connor... suck my cock," Mr. Richard growls out, his voice hoarse with need.

With a final thrust, Mr.Richard releases his hot cum deep into Connor's mouth. The taste of jizz fills the boy's mouth and runs down his throat as he continues to gag and choke around it. Once he has finished, Mr. Richard pulls out with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting them.

Mr.Richard looks down at Connor who is still lying on the floor, panting heavily, cum dripping from his chin.

"Well done," he says with a small smirk, helping Connor back up to his desk. "Maybe next time you'll be more experienced." He glances around the classroom, making sure no one noticed what just happened before returning his attention to the lesson plan. The rest of the class passes in relative silence as Mr.Richard continues to steal glances at Connor, wondering how far he can push the innocent boy.

The bell rings for lunch break and Mr. Richard dismisses his other students from the room. He walks over to where Connor is still sitting at his desk and leans in close, speaking softly into his ear once more. "You know what I want you to do now..."

Mr.Richard's cock throbs against the zipper of his pants as he whispers, "Go into the closet and wait for me." He points to the door leading to the storage area before straightening up and returning to his desk, pretending not to notice how nervous Connor looks.

The bell rings again, signaling that students are free to leave the classroom. Most of them file out quickly, chattering amongst themselves about their plans for lunch. As soon as they're gone, Mr.

Richard locks the door behind them and walks over to Connor, who has not moved from his seat. He places a hand on the boy's shoulder, guiding him gently towards the closet. "In there," he whispers huskily before taking a step back to give Connor some space.

Once inside, Connor sits down with a small thump, feeling nervous and unsure of what is about to happen. He can hear Mr.

Richard moving around the classroom, gathering his things together. The door creaks open again and then closes quietly behind him as he steps inside the closet. In the dim light, Connor sees Mr. Richard stripping off his clothes, revealing his muscular frame completely bare. His cock stands tall and hard, leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

"Connor," Mr.Richard says softly as he approaches the boy, "I want you to suck my cock."

Mr. Richard kneels down in front of Connor and guides the smaller boy's head towards his erect cock. He gently pushes Connor's lips onto his shaft, feeling the warmth of his mouth envelop him once more. "That's it," he whispers, running his hand through Connor's hair.

Mr. Richard begins thrusting his hips, fucking Connor's mouth with long hard strokes as he moans deeply.

Connor tries to keep up, taking more of Mr.Richard's cock into his mouth with each thrust. The taste is unfamiliar and overwhelming, but Connor doesn't want to disappoint him. He can feel the warmth growing inside his mouth as he begins to choke and gag around the teacher's thick shaft.

"That's it... oh fuck," Mr. Richard groans, leaning back against the closet door as pleasure rushes through him. "Suck my cock..."

Mr. Richard growls in frustration, but then feels a surge of lust as he sees Connor trying to catch his breath. He grabs the boy by the hair again, forcing him back down onto his knees. "Suck it," he commands harshly, shoving his cock back into Connor's mouth.

Connor obeys, taking more of Mr.Richard's length this time as he sucks and licks at the teacher's shaft.

Mr. Richard thrusts his hips harder now, fucking Connor's mouth with abandon. He lets out a hoarse moan as he feels the familiar tightness building inside him. "I'm going to cum..." he warns, his voice rough and strained.

Connor looks up at Mr. Richard, fearful but unable to look away from his intense gaze.

With a final thrust, Mr.Richard releases his hot cum deep into Connor's mouth once more. The taste of jizz fills the boy's mouth and runs down his throat as he continues to gag and choke around it. Once he has finished, Mr. Richard pulls out with a wet pop, leaving another string of saliva connecting them.

Panting heavily, he leans forward to rest his forehead against Connor's, their eyes locked together in an intense connection. "That was... very good,"

Mr. Richard whispers hoarsely. He helps Connor to his feet, brushing off the teacher's pants as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "We should probably get back to class," he says, walking towards the door and unlocking it before motioning for Connor to follow suit.

The rest of the lunch period passes by in a blur, with Mr. Richard keeping a close eye on Connor but not doing anything further.

As the final bell rings and students begin filing back into the classroom, Mr.Richard lingers at his desk, making sure everyone has taken their seats before turning his attention to Connor once more. "Connor," he says softly, walking over to where the smaller boy is sitting, "I want you to stay after class today."

There's a sudden tightness in Connor's chest as he nods in agreement, already dreading what might happen next.

Once all the other students have left and the room is empty once more, Mr. Richard turns to face Connor, his expression unreadable. He takes a step closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind the boy's ear. "You know you enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with just enough doubt that it leaves both of them uncertain about what comes next.

Connor looks down at the floor, his cheeks flushing red as he tries to gather his thoughts and words.

Mr. Richard waits patiently for Connor to respond, his hands folded behind his back. The silence stretches on until finally, Connor looks up at him and whispers, "I didn't know... I never..." He trails off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Mr. Richard steps even closer now, close enough that their bodies are almost touching. "You enjoyed it," he says softly, his voice filled with certainty despite the lingering doubt in his eyes. "