Mr. Ashren

My name is Steven Johnson but most people call me Steve. I’m 21, I go to university and I get pretty good grades too. For a while though my grades slipped and I paid less and less attention to what the teachers told me. This was because of Mr. Ashren, or Martin, was all I could think of. I’d never thought of myself as gay but when all you can think about is how you’d like to force his cock down your throat you can’t possibly be straight.

Mr. Ashren was very handsome; he had beautiful brown hair and deep blue eyes. I could tell he kept in good shape because he had a little muscle on his arms and a slim waistline. He must have only been in his early thirties. I have brown hair and green-blue eyes. I’m not very toned and have a Celtic band tattoo around my right arm.

It was hot, the sunlight streamed through the window behind the place that Mr. Ashren stood.

A frown wrinkled his handsome face as he said to me, “I don’t understand it Steven, how does a good kid like you go from being one of the best students I have to the worst? Have you fallen in with the wrong crowd?”

“No” I replied.

“Is it my fault?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“What have I done?”

“You don’t help enough,” I lied.

“You’re a terrible liar. What’s the truth?” He asked

“The truth,” I paused to take a breath “Is that I can’t stop thinking about you, every time you take off that tie and undo your top button I think about ripping your shirt of and rolling my tongue up and down your chest!”

I stormed out of the room and into the nearby toilets. I ran the cold tap and splashed some water onto my face to hide the fact I had tears welling up in the corner of my eyes.

I sat against the wall of the toilet, my head in my hands, what was I going to do?

I heard footsteps coming along the hall.

“I knew you’d be here,” Mr. Ashren said coming through the door, “Come on we’ll go back to my room and talk.”

I followed him into his room.

“Steve there is only one way to find out if you truly want me,” Mr. Ashren told me.

“Mr. Ashren?” I queried.

“Call me Martin, if you like me you won’t say no when I say do you want to fuck me?” Martin replied.

“Well, yeah but…” I trailed off when I noticed Martin take off his tie and undo his top button.

I needed no further instruction; I walked over slowly, took off his shirt and gently pressed up and down his chest. I stopped so Martin could get up on his desk and take off his trousers. I noticed the light fabric of his boxers trying to restrain his erect cock; he slowly and teasingly pulled down his boxers revealing his 9-inch long hard cock.

I lowered my head slowly taking the full length of his shaft in my mouth. I could tell by the way he smiled and his breathing became heavier that he enjoyed the way I ran my tongue along the whole length and then licked off all the pre-cum around