Please note that the following is a work of fiction; all characters, locations and events depicted exist only in the writer's mind and on the page. (Also note that I am English, and ergo some language may be a little strange to users from USA/Australia etc...)

This is my first piece of Gay Erotic fiction, written for my own pleasure, but hopefully you will enjoy it too! Please give me constructive feedback so that I can improve.
Enjoy it lads! x

I watched him bend over, pinstriped trousers stretching to accommodate the sizeable, rounded arse that I knew was hidden inside. I was sat on the second row from the front and had a perfect view of Mr. Carlaisle. You might think it strange that a young guy (just turned 18 at the time) would find the man attractive: late 20's (possibly early 30's), an English Teacher; not particularly well toned (in fact a few ounces overweight), wavy red-brown hair that fell around his neck, giving him the look of a baroque composer one might see in an etching. His lips were very full and his eyes chesnut, which sparkled as he talked about a poem or one of his favourite novels. He wore thick-framed designer glasses and a ring in the top of one ear (a lingering sign of his youth). He always wore a suit, usually pinstriped, and I found this insatiably attractive: seeing the thin white stripes forming contour lines over his plump but pert bum. I have always had an attraction to older men (especially my teachers), and this formed the basis for many of my masturbation fantasies.

The bell rang to signal the end of the school day and I was told to stay behind as I had forgotten to hand in an essay (this was a fairly regular occurrence since English was not my best subject); although Mr. Carlaisle was generally a nice guy and we got on well he tended to get angry if work wasn't handed in, but this was for our own good, as he would tell us repeatedly. Anyway, I thought it was sexy when he was angry, his voice became deep, he would bring his face close to yours and you could smell his incredible masculine musk and a gorgeous overtone of aftershave, I would drink his scent in and it sent jolts of excitement to my cock.... which by now was starting to stiffen quickly and uncontrollably...

"Mark, this really isn't good enough...you've had 3 WEEKS for goodness sake!"

"Sir, please, I'll do it for next week-"

"It has to be submitted tomorrow, Mark!"

"Well then I'll do it tonight-"

"Good, and I'll be phoning home to make sure."

"Oh sir!" I whined

"Come on Mark, what do you expect me to do?"

"Please don't, my Mum'll go crazy."

"I don't care Mark, That’s my final word."

He lingered there for a moment, I could smell him, his reek of pure virility drawing me to him like iron filings to a magnet. The scent that flooded my nostrils engulfed me entirely and began to mess with my head as I lost control, closed my eyes, parted my lips slightly, lent forward and kissed him. It seemed like the kiss lasted for an eternity, as though every clock had stopped to listen to the beauty of the moment, but in reality it may have been seconds. To my surprise and elation, he kissed back!