What the fuck am I about to do?
Matthew felt the breath catch in his chest as he stuffed his still rock-hard member back into his tight khakis. He did up the zipper and button slowly. He could see the tent in his trousers poking out from beneath his belly.
He reached for the latch on the stall with a slightly trembling hand. He undid the latch and stepped out.
Nathan was standing there, tented just as much in his linen shorts. Matthew walked out of the restroom and the boy followed behind. They turned a corner in the hallway and his hand went to his small ring of keys clipped to a belt loop at his waist. He unlocked the door to the teacher's lounge, stepped in, and held the door for the boy. His young face was astonished, stepping into the private area for teachers with one who wanted to be intimate with him.
The room didn’t seem like much to Matthew, having used the classroom-sized lounge for the past few years. A small group of writing desks sat along one wall opposite a miniature kitchen. In the back was the only space you could actually lounge in, an old black leatherette sofa and two matching recliners sat on a tan shag carpet.
Once Nathan was clear of the threshold Matthew closed the door behind him, flipped the deadbolt lock, and thinking quickly kicked a door stopper under the door. Just in case.
He turned to his student who was wide-eyed and flushed with excitement.
"Would you like to begin?" he asked Nathan who seemed to remember what he came here for.
The young man grabbed him by the tie and around his waist and pulled him into a deep kiss. Matthew found his back pushed up against the wall behind him. Nathan was excited, and haphazard with his kissing, Mathew gently guided him in the way he liked to be kissed by a man. The boy adjusted but his hungry mouth did not slow. Earlobe, neck, lips, chest, he was kissed everywhere. Hands grabbing his sides, his belly, his ass, pulling at his clothing.
Matthew was being ravished and he was loving it, but being up against the wall wasn't going to get him where he wanted this to go. He grabbed Nathan by the waist and pushed him back from the wall. He turned them slightly to let him begin walking backward toward a desk he knew was there. He led the boy back until he felt his ass press up against the edge, then he lifted himself onto it, sitting with his legs spread. The boy moved right where he was supposed to, grinding his bulge against his teacher's crotch. The pair kissed and frotted upon the desk, wet spots forming on both of their pants.
"Oh Mr. Thompson," the boy gasped between kisses. "You have no idea how long I've fantasized about this."
"I have, uh, an idea," he moaned as the boy sucked on the nape of his neck. "Don't think I hadn't noticed you staring at me during lectures."
"Was I that obvious?" Nathan asked playfully, rubbing and squeezing his teacher's bulge.
"Fortunately so, or I might not have made this offer." He winked at the boy and said, "Have you ever been with another man before?"
Nathan shook his head no. Matthew smiled, something excited him about being the student's first.
"Alright, why don't I show you a few things, then?"
The boy nodded excitedly, and Matthew slid down from the desk.
He grabbed the boy by the waist again and spun him. He nuzzled into Nathan's neck, kissing and nibbling while reaching down to undo the boy's shorts. They slid down to the floor and the teacher grabbed a handful of cock, rubbing the boy through his briefs.
Nathan moaned and thrust against the hand massaging him. The wet spot had grown where the head of his penis pointed outward, Matthew used his thumb to pay special attention to that area. The boy squirmed under his touch and he couldn't get enough.