Head ducked as he washed his hands at the sink, Beau shivered from the familiar voice, his eyes lifting up to the mirror. Darien. The dark haired, green-eyed boy somehow looked even taller that day, his muscular form on full display in a tight black t-shirt and clinging jeans, biceps revealing tattoos under the short sleeves.
Beau's hands shook as he turned the faucet off, catching his own wide blue eyes in the mirror beneath his shoulder length blond hair. He was already panting, already growing hard, his cheeks flushing as Darien stared at him through the mirror, eyes moving over him hungrily and lingering on his bow tie.
“Mr. Castello, will you be joining my class today?” Beau asked, his voice hoarse as he made himself reach for a paper towel instead of falling to his knees like his body was screaming to do.
“Yeah, I was thinking about it.” Darien watched his teacher patiently, waiting for Beau to dry his hands before addressing him again. “But I figured if I was going to let you teach me today, Mr. Ashford, it would be better to get something out of the way first.”
Heart beating wildly in his chest, Beau swallowed down the saliva building in this mouth. “Y-Yes?”
Darien crossed the distance in two strides, grabbing Beau roughly by the shoulders. “Put that mouth of yours to good work, teach. On your knees. Now.”
“Oh, fuck,” Beau groaned, his knees buckling when Darien pushed him down to the ground, his student's large hands keeping him from swaying as he hit the floor. Fingers trembling, Beau tore at the boy's fly while resting his head on his hip and giving in to the urge to breathe the brunette in. God, he was so strong. Made him feel safe. So dirty and protected.
“Better not dawdle, Mr. Ashford. Wouldn't want anyone to walk in while you have my dick in your mouth,” Darien taunted, grabbing the blond by his hair and grinding his cock against the man's cheek.
Fire and fear shuddering through him at the idea of getting caught, Beau pulled back enough to glance at the bathroom door. If anyone walked in they'd see Darien's legs first. But it would only take a step, maybe two to see him after. Beau's hair was recognizable—It would be so easy to identify him. He looked up at the brunette, whimpering lowly when intense green eyes burned into his.
“Open, pretty teach. Show me how much you missed me over the weekend.”
Staring up, Beau parted his lips, opening his mouth until Darien pulled him roughly by his hair and forced his head back. Groaning in the hold, Beau turned his gaze down to the large, thick dick of his student, taking in how hard and ready Darien already was to put it in him. He tried to lick the tip, wanting to taste it, wanting to have that thick flesh filling his mouth, but Darien kept pulling him back by his hair, Beau's tongue outstretched while the teacher whimpered.
“God, you look like such a slut. You make me want to fuck you up so bad, teach.” Grunting, Darien shoved his dick between the blond's parted lips, forcing Beau to hold still so he could get as deep as possible into his throat.
Eyes rolling back, Beau fought the wish to breathe, to choke or gag. He held himself still, letting Darien thrust into him shallowly, hitting the back of his throat with each pump. He couldn't comprehend just how hard he was right now. A minute ago he had been tired but ready to teach his last class of the day, and now he was on his knees sucking his student's cock. He felt so used and it was making him unbearably hard.
Beau glanced again at the bathroom door, groaning as his tonsils were ground by that blunt cockhead filling him again and again. God, if someone walked in he'd be ruined. He knew it. It didn't matter if Darien's father was a senator or not—There would be no fixing being caught like this.
It should have freaked him out, but Beau kept looking at the door hoping it would open. He wanted to be discovered. He wanted people to see Darien using him, getting off on his body, his mouth, his ass. The more he thought of it, the hotter he got, his entire body flushed and dizzy as he gave in to every relentless, gliding thrust of his student's cock.
Growling, Darien held Beau tight against his body as he filled his throat, forcing two fingers into his mouth beneath his thick cock and making the blond open wider to him. “Fuck, that's it. My fucking beautiful hole, look at you.” He rubbed Beau's tongue while humping his face slowly, his dick swelling, balls tightening as he got close. “Hold on, teach. Just hold that slutty pose for a little longer.”
Hot tears streaming down his cheeks, Beau gurgled at the first splash of cum against the back of his throat, trying to swallow and failing. Darien's cock suddenly withdrew, sperm streaming over the blond's face as the boy graffitied his teacher's skin in a seemingly endless hot rain.
Breathing heavily, Darien grabbed the blond by the back of his neck, pulling Beau back so he could take in the lines of cum all over his face. “Fuck, teach. You are a bad, bad man. Absolutely filthy.”
His mouth still hanging open, Beau gasped up at the brunette, eyes pleading for more.
“You close, Mr. Ashford?” Darien asked, his voice a low growl as he pushed three fingers into the blond's gaping mouth and began to fuck him with the thick digits.
Beau couldn't answer, mouth full, head caught too tight to even nod. But he could see that Darien knew. Could see it in the boy's expression as he drank in every sight of Beau taking his fingers while dripping in his cum.
Beau moaned when he felt the touch of a sneaker to his hard dick, Darien holding his gaze while rubbing his shoe over his teacher's erection. Beau struggled to talk around the fingers pushing deep into his throat, wanting to say that he needed to get his pants down. But Darien wouldn't let up, and the boy gave a very demanding growl when Beau went to try to unzip.
Hands freezing, Beau's face grew even redder, unable to look away from his student's hungry glare above him. “You can clean your face, teach, that's it. I want you in class wet with cum. You're a bad teacher. My bad teacher. Even when you're being good, I want you to still be filthy for me.”
Whimpering in agony, Beau bucked against the unyielding toe of his student's sneaker, his body so tight, ass clenching, thighs hard as he jerked his release in hot spurts. Flushed and dizzy, he let Darien pull him to his feet, only to be slammed up back against the counter as the brunette crushed his lips to his and forcefully plundered his mouth with his tongue.
Pulling away just as abruptly, Darien pushed the blond's disheveled hair from his face, staring into Beau's dazed blue eyes as he took in his tears, cum, shame, and lust.
“You're going to want to touch yourself during class, Mr. Ashford. You're going to see me watching you, you're going to get hard, and you're going to want to touch yourself. Don't.” Darien bent down, pressing his lips lightly to Beau's dripping red ones. “I'll be watching the whole time. No touching; I'll punish you if you do. Now clean up before you're late.”
Feeling completely lost and befuddled, Beau watched silently while Darien turned and left, his student giving him a final heated once over before the bathroom door swung shut.