Mr Johnson

Mr. Johnson's cute butt was no more that 10 feet away from me when he dropped his marker pen and bent down to retrieve it. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin and couldn't resist opening my mouth and speaking out loud.

"Hey Sir, you know you shouldn't bend down like that. I’m getting all hard and feeling ever so horny right now."

Some of the class chuckled and Mr. Johnson quickly turned around to face me and shot me an evil stare. A huge grin came on my face and I winked at him suggestively. He coughed and went back to the lesson in hand. 

I stared at the handsome science teacher whilst he gave a lecture on biology. It was lucky that he was such a laid-back teacher, otherwise I would have been kicked out and sent to the head teacher and no doubt been given detention. I think he was used to my obscene comments anyway, all the teachers were.

Mr. Johnson was hot; he was the sexiest teacher in school, in fact the hottest guy there. He was in his late twenties and stood a little under 6ft, had short dark brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, and the most kissable lips, to match his perfect face and sculptured frame. I imagined a hot toned chest and abs underneath his crisp white shirt. Let’s just say that he made me weak at the knees. 

I often had fantasies where we would be intimate with each other. I’d love for his cock to be in any of my holes. I try to imagine what his cock would look, feel and taste like hundreds of times. I wanted him so bad and he fucking knew it, everyone fuckin knew it. He was one of the only guys I couldn't get my hands on that I wanted, but the more he teased and rejected me, the harder I tried.

I was 16 and horny. Even though I was gay and out of the closet, I was one of the popular guys, had loads of friends inside and outside of school. I suppose I’m quite good looking, that’s what I've been told anyway. I'm about 5ft 8 inches tall, and have ash blond hair which I keep very short. My blue eyes attract a lot of attention and my friends and family say that I can just draw somebody in just by fluttering my eyelashes. 
I keep myself fit by going to the gym as often as possible, and play a few sports in school and at home. I also go to the salon for a top up of my all over golden tan as I can be quite vain at times and like my guys to fuck a hot golden butt. If you must know, then I suppose I’d call myself a slut.

When I came out at 14, I was surprised when hardly a word was said about it, and I wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that nobody messed with the popular guys. Some of the guys would be cautious of me, in the locker rooms and such, but I hadn't changed as a person so it was never mentioned again until I offered to suck my best mate Billy's cock one day. Since then it's never stopped. 

So yeah everyone knew I was gay and I probably sucked most of the guys there. I didn't care and neither did my buddies. If they were horny and I needed a cock, my mouth or arse was on offer whenever we felt like it. Needless to say, I kept a stack of condoms in my locker for the purpose that I might fuck or be fucked. I never got forced and if I wasn't in the mood (very rarely), I'd just say no. A couple of friends who came out not long after me did like to be fucked and this wasn't a problem for me, I like to give and take. 

Mr. Johnson was a challenge, as I knew that fuckin with a teacher is illegal. Still, it didn't stop me making comments and waving my butt at him in a teasing way, trying to get his attention. I wasn't sure whether he was gay or straight but I knew he wasn't married so that was a bonus. 

Back in the classroom, I was sat a couple of rows from the front. This particular topic was on sex education, the subject that I had been waiting for all year. I know a few teachers got embarrassed about such matters, but Mr. Johnson took it all in his stride, and when certain bits were mentioned, he didn’t even flinch. 

"Hey, Sir?" I shouted when he stopped talking, and was writing on the board.

"Yes Steven?" He asked, turning to face me. He was gorgeous.

"Why don’t we talk about gay sex?" I asked.

He seemed a little shocked by my question. Not surprising really, so was I. "Steven, that is not part of the curriculum and I would advise you to refrain from talking about this subject. This lesson is concerned with reproduction, and as I’m sure you know, two males cannot reproduce."

"But we can have a lot of fun trying though.” I said, and laughed. A few others chuckled in the background. I thought I saw a faint smile on Mr. Johnson’s lips, but it could have been my imagination. He turned back to the board. I wondered if I could get him to open up a little. I was eager to know whether he’d been with a man before, but I knew I couldn’t ask him directly.

I watched how his pert bottom moved within his smart trousers and how I could see his back muscles flex a little under his shirt. My friend down below obviously enjoyed it too, as he soon came back to life. I rearranged myself and Billy nudged me. Mr. Johnson turned back to the class. I stared at him the whole time while his mouth moved as he spoke. I knew I was hot for him more than ever. 
He started to explain how the male anatomy works and as subject of semen and the prostate gland is involved, well I couldn't resist.

"The prostate when it's stimulated by an object causes pleasure sir." I told him smiling.

He looked and raised an eyebrow at me. My sudden intervention shocked him. “Yes I know Steven, but that's not what it's use is." He answered.

"You know? Have you tried it? Have you been with a guy, or just had it pleasured in another way?" I asked.

The whole class stayed silent waiting for a response; a few gasps could be heard. He shook his head but didn't answer. It made me wonder a little; maybe he had and liked it. It made me even more determined to get this guy one day.

"Sir?" I asked again.

He turned around looking none too pleased. "Yes Steven?"

"How big is an average size penis supposed to be? I’m just curious to know if I size up alright."

He sighed. "Well, many textbooks say different statistics but the most common average is about five and a half inches erect, although a few would say that between five inches and seven inches is normal. In a lot of cases size isn’t an issue and men shouldn’t concern themselves over it. Does that answer your question?"

"Well at least I'm ok, what about you sir? Do you measure up ok?"

He put his pen down and came over to me, leaning over my desk, his face was so close to mine and I could smell his manly aroma and a faint scent of aftershave. I wanted to kiss him right there and I licked my lips. I think he noticed as he backed up a little bit and stood up.

"Steven, that is nothing to do with you and does not concern your education. I've had enough of your comments, so one more word from you and you’re in detention. Is that clear?" He said, raising his voice a little.

"I’m sorry Sir, but you're making me hard being this close. I think you do it on purpose. Do you want me?"

He stood up tall and his face went bright red. "GET OUT. Get out of this class now. Come back here at four o'clock today for detention, you won't get away with this Mr Howarth." Mr. Johnson shouted.

I stood up and grinned. Billy snickered next to me and I could see some of the class was scared of the reaction from the teacher. It didn't bother me, I'd had detention before and it would be easy.

I packed up my books and walked out of class down to Miss Lighthouse office for a detention slip. I phoned my parents to let them know and waited until the end of class until finish, considering it was the last lesson that day. 

Billy came up to meet me later on and said I should go back as Mr. Johnson was pissed off with me and wasn't going to let me off with a warning. It was only then that I was slightly nervous with what he would do to me.

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I rushed back and knocked on the door to Mr. Johnson's classroom. He said to come in and he was sat at his desk. 

"Sit down." He said sharply. I sat down at his request but said nothing. He looked at me. "What you did today was totally unacceptable Steven. I don't appreciate being spoken to like that in my class and I certainly don't like being interrupted. Other times I have let you off, but I must inform you that this cannot happen again. Do you understand?"

I realized that his authorative manner was actually exciting me and it made my cock harden. I covered my bulge and hope he didn't notice. "Yes Sir, sorry Sir." I answered. 

"Good. Now we've got that out of the way, we can get on to the punishment in hand. The gym hall and locker room need cleaning and sweeping. The locker room showers could do with wiping down. I have spoken to Mr. Topping and he said it was ok by him for you to carry out these tasks. You won't be disturbed as everyone has gone home in the sports department. Off you go. I will be checking up on you in half an hour."

"WHAT? You can't be serious?" I asked him sitting up.

"Oh I'm serious alright. Get going please. The longer you leave it, the more time you will be here and I don't plan on staying half the night watching you."

I stood up totally pissed off now. He couldn't fuckin do that could he? I went to say something but he interrupted me.

"Yes I can do that Steven. Go on." 

I walked out in a huff and slammed the door shut. I went into the gym hall first, deciding to start there. I noticed the cleaning stuff was out already and I growled my frustration and anger. I picked up the brush and swept up the wooden floor. The room was huge and it took me a while to do that. Then I got the cleaning cloths to wipe down all the gym equipment 

I grinned and looked around me before taking off my shirt, leaving my naked chest on show. I went up to the weights and started pumping for a few minutes, making use of my time.

I didn't realise how long I was doing that but I turned around to see Mr. Johnson walking in. 'Fuck!' I thought.

He looked right at me. "Mr Howarth, I did not say this was part of your punishment. Put those weights down and get back to cleaning. I knew I couldn't trust you, so I will just have to stay here and watch until you have finished. Good job I brought these papers with me. Get back to work. NOW."

Fuck, didn’t he know how hard he was making me right now? I’m sure my cock jumped a little when he shouted. I turned away from him willing my semi-erect cock back down. It was weird how suddenly I felt embarrassed now we were alone.

I carried on cleaning the equipment and made sure the place was spotless before telling him I was going to the locker room. I grabbed the cleaning equipment and my shirt but kept it off. He looked around checking everything was in order before following me into the locker room and sat down on one of the benches. 

With him just being near me it was making me horny and I couldn't keep my erection down so I just ignored it. I didn't know whether he looked or noticed but he didn't say anything. I was grateful for it anyway.

I picked up all the crap off the floor and brushed the dirt and dust up. He told me to wipe down the lockers and I saw him watch me as I lifted my arms to wipe the tops of the shelves and locker doors. It only made me harder and I knew that I would be leaking pre cum soon if he didn't stop or leave. I think I blushed. Me, blushed?

"Does it look ok Sir?" I asked him when I finished. Wad that really my voice?

My exposed top half was glistening with sweat and I was shattered , but I still had the showers to clean. Maybe then I could shower and relieve my rock hard cock. I needed to cum so bad and he looked down at my crotch which was tenting out in my trousers and aching to be set free. I was embarrassed.

"Yes it will do Steven." He said and he had that sexy dominating tone again.

"Good. I'm off to clean the showers now then." I said and walked off through the door with my bucket of detergents.

He remained sat on the bench while I grabbed the cloth and some cleaning gel and wiped down the tiles on the shower walls, partitions and the shower trays asked him if I needed to clean the toilets to which he answered. "Only if they are dirty." I left them all anyway.

After 20 minutes I was done. "Ok, finished Sir. Can I have a shower now? I'm all sweaty." I shouted to him.

"Yeah ok go ahead. I'll check your work in a minute." He shouted back.

I quickly stripped off and jumped into the hot water. It felt good against my sweaty skin and I was still as hard as rock. I wanted to jerk off but then I was worried Mr. Johnson would walk in and catch me so I left it. It started to go down a little as I soaped myself up, but when I turned around I saw Mr. Johnson looking at me, leaning against the wall. He was grinning and winked.

"Fuck!" I said and my cock rose to full mast again. I turned around so my back was facing him again.

I continued my shower, still feeling his presence behind me and it made my 7 inch cock throb with delight. I turned my head around to see him eyeing me up and down. I looked to see his own cock tenting in his trousers and it looked huge. He saw me looking and grinned again when our eyes met.

I purposely grabbed some soap and rubbed it into my arse cheeks and between my crack, then back to my cock which I started to stroke. I moaned when my hand touched it and rubbed the tip, pre cum leaking out. I was so fuckin horny.

He came up to me and I turned around to face him. He undid the button and zip, then pulled down his pants and boxers to expose his huge, gorgeous erect cock. I gasped.

"Fuck, yeah!" I said before I went to touch it. I guessed it must have been at least 9 inches.

"Don't fuckin touch it until I say. Got that?" He said.

"Yes Sir." I replied suddenly. I was beginning to like this domination from him. It turned me on like never before.