Teacher’s New Toy
By: Guy New York
Tags: Sex Fantasy, Fiction, Gay, Group Sex, Erotica

The first chapter of this very dirty book

“I just really want to be fucked,” I said. I blushed the second the words left my mouth, and I could see the change come over his face in an instant. He went from a patient teacher to something I couldn’t quite describe, except to say I felt small and vulnerable in a heartbeat.

I didn’t know anyone else at the time. I had three weeks before I graduated high school and he was the gayest man I knew. Hell, he was the only gay man I knew, and it didn’t matter that he taught my AP English class. Mr. R. as we all called him, was young, kind, and hot enough that the girls gossiped about him over lunch and the boys all followed him around hoping to one day be as cool.

But I knew he was gay, and I knew he would listen, and so what if he sometimes smiled at me in class and I smiled back? So what if he offered me rides on occasion and let me talk his ear off without ever saying a thing?

But that afternoon, sitting in the front seat of his car, my confession still hanging off my lips, everything changed. He pulled over the second I told him I thought I might be gay, and he listened as I told him about kissing a boy over the weekend and trying to wrap my mind around everything at the same time. He nodded and told me everything would be okay, and I mostly believed him.

I was working through everything at once, but at the time the physical was far easier for me to understand than the emotional side. Kissing the guy had been nice, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I had felt him grow hard through his jeans and I rubbed against him, my hand tracing his length through the tight fabric. And at that moment, my hand on someone else’s cock for the first time in my life, I knew I wanted someone inside me.

“Is that all?” he finally asked, looking at me in the passenger seat as the car instantly warmed to boiling. I nodded because I wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like the biggest confession of my life, and Mr. R. was treating it like I told him I liked ice cream. As I tried to work it out, I looked back at him and realized in an instant that wasn’t what he meant. And the second I understand, everything else hit me at the same time. He wasn’t dismissive at all. He was asking me what else I wanted, and the truth was a lot more complicated. I had barely let myself fantasize about it, but I was instantly full of more ideas than my brain could handle.

“I had this girlfriend for a while,” I began, trying to explain myself, but still shaking and still confused. “And she liked it when I held her down. She loved it when I fucked her from behind with my arm around her neck as I called her filthy names.”

“And?” he asked, his seatbelt off as he listened. I looked down, almost as embarrassed as I was turned on. The truth may not set me free, but sometimes it makes me hard as a rock.

“I want to be used like that,” I finally said realizing it was true. “I want to be held down and fucked so hard that I lose my mind. Even when I was doing it to her, I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to be on the other end of it. I wanted to be the one held down and fucked hard.”

“When do you graduate again?” he asked, a smile crossing his lips.

“Three weeks,” I said, wondering if he was going to say anything more. Wondering if he was going to do anything.

“That’s so fucking long,” he said, looking me up and down, this time with more clarity.

“I am eighteen, though,” I said, moving closer to him even as I felt my heart beat so fast I almost couldn’t breathe. He was a good teacher, and a decent guy and I wanted him so badly none of that mattered. At that moment, his job, his career, hell, even his guilt didn’t matter to me. I had waited so long in admitting what I wanted that waiting anymore felt impossible.

“Fuck,” was all he said, adjusting his cock through his jeans as I watched. He looked at me, and then back at the wheel. I inched closer to him on the bench seat, reaching out slowly with one hand. When I touched his shoulder, he turned and smiled, that feral look once again covering his face.

“I live a few blocks away,” he finally said, looking over his shoulder to the street behind us. It wasn’t busy, but cars drove by every few minutes, and we were not well hidden.

“Take me there,” I mumbled before I finally gave in downright begged. “Please?”

We were silent when we walked into his apartment. I didn’t know what to expect, and the truth is I barely remember what it looked like. I don’t remember the art on his walls or the layout of his kitchen. All I recall was walking straight to his bedroom with my heart in my throat as I wondered if it was actually going to happen. I stopped at the foot of his bed and turned around, nearly bumping into him in the process. He was a few inches taller than me, and he lifted my face up to his with one finger beneath my chin.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he whispered, and I wasn’t sure I believed him. Backing out felt impossible, and not just because I was so desperate for it.

“I want to,” I finally mumbled. “I’ve thought about it so many times.”

“About what?” he asked this time a hint of demand in his voice. I swallowed and told him the truth.

“I’ve thought about you fucking me,” I said.

“Does it get you off?” he asked. “Do you come thinking about it?”

“Yes,” was all I could say, nodding my head frantically. I was terrified and excited, and the combination was dizzying. It felt like an out of body experience, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. There was so much power in my confession that I nearly lost myself as the words left my mouth.

“You are so hot, do you know that?” he asked. It had barely occurred to me that he might find me attractive for some reason, and his admission surprised me. He was older and bigger and smarter, and I felt instantly like a kid in front of him.

“Everyone at school wants you,” I blurted out.

“But you’re the only one I’m going to fuck,” he said, moving closer to me, his finger still holding my head in place. “You’re the only one who’s going to kneel on the floor and suck my cock until I’m hard enough to fuck your little ass. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh God,” was all I could say before he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t expect the tenderness, and I definitely didn’t expect his scratchy face and his strong lips to feel so good. But he held me there in his small bedroom, his arms around me as we kissed slowly, tentatively, and then finally with more and more strength. As his kiss grew more firm so did his grasp, and within minutes I felt my hands gripped firmly behind my back, and all I could do was moan into his mouth, my knees growing weak in an instant.

“You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?” he asked, finally standing up straight once more.

“Yes, Mr. R.,” I replied. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” he said, with a laugh. I tried to nod, but all I could do was hope I was right. Fuck, it was terrifying, and I couldn’t make myself move.

“Kneel,” was all he said, and it felt like a dream as I instantly complied. “And take off your shirt.”

I felt more naked than I was, but there was no time to think. My teacher’s hand moved up and down the growing bulge in his jeans, and I couldn’t look away. I had seen other cocks before but never like this. Never right in front me, and never one that required attention. I gasped when I felt his hand in my hair before he pulled me closer while he undid the buttons on his pants in one fluid motion. He reached down and slowly pulled his thick cock out in one big hand, and he was only partially hard. I didn’t think or ask before reaching up and opening my mouth at the same time.

“Good boy,” he whispered as he released his cock, letting me wrap my hand around it as I pulled him to my mouth. I took his head between my lips and kissed it, wondering if I was doing anything right at all. Before I could think, he pulled on my hair and moved into my mouth. I gagged for just a moment as I took more and more of him as he slowly grew harder. With my hand still tight around the base of his cock, I swallowed him over and over again, gagging and choking each time he was the deepest.

“You don’t have to take it all,” he said, leaning over me as I sucked his cock on the floor. “You’re mouth feels amazing just as it is. All you have to do is get me hard enough to fuck you because I’ve waited all year for this.”

I mumbled and tried to think of something clever to say, but all I could do was take him into my mouth and throat over and over again until he was so hard I had stop and simply stare for a moment. His cock was thick and long, and while it wasn’t terrifyingly huge, it was bigger than I expected. I hadn’t seen too many cocks in my life, but the one in my hand was beautiful, and he was going to fuck me with it.

“Come here,” he said, lifting me up to him once more, so I was standing against him. He undid my jeans in a second and gently jerked me off as he kissed me, my hands still wrapped around him.

“You have a great cock,” he said, smiling down at me. And then he spun me around and pushed me forward, my jeans around me knees. “But this little ass is even better…”

I didn’t move, but I couldn’t see him either, and it was more than a little scary. He was silent as he stood watching me, and while I was somehow incredibly hard, I’m sure I was also shaking on the bed. I felt completely exposed, my bare ass up in the air, and I didn’t know if he was going to take his time or fuck me without any warning at all. His hands were soft on my skin, though, and he caressed me with the same gentleness he had used when kissing me. He slid my pants down, helping me out of them while I kicked off my socks.

And then he stepped back as I stood bent over his bed, completely naked in front of him. My legs were only slightly apart, but I felt like I might as well have been spread eagle. I remembered Kaity, standing just as I was and I shivered. I teased her over and over again until she begged me to fuck her, and the memory came back like a wave. But she wasn’t here, and I wasn’t about to fuck anyone. I had put myself in her position so many times, wondering what it must feel like for her, and now I knew.

Sometimes I wonder if all the things I did to her, I only did because the other side of it turned me on. I made her do all the things I wanted to be done to me, and even when I was inside her a part of me still lived in her head. A part of me desperately longed to be the one getting fucked instead of the other way around.

“No one would believe this,” Mr. R. said behind me, bringing me back to the present. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I never even sucked cock before,” I said, my face buried in his blankets. I could hear him moving, but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. It wasn’t until I felt him slowly lean down over me that I realized he was naked as well, and just as hard as when he was in my mouth.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you were a sophomore, does that upset you?”

“I would have,” I lied. Part of me wanted to pretend it was true–hell, right then maybe it was–but the truth was more complicated. And irrelevant.

“Don’t tell me that,” he said, his cock slowly moving against my ass as he put more of his weight on me.

“It’s true,” I said again. “You could have used me whenever you wanted.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, the growl returning to his voice. “You want to be used like a little slut? Do you want me to fuck you however I want, just to make myself come in your tight little ass?”

“Yes,” was all I could say, although I drew it out in long syllables, feeling the need deep within me.

“And would you let me take pictures to show my friends? Would you let them watch me fuck your little teenage ass?”

“Oh god, that’s so hot,” I mumbled, instantly realizing it was true. I did want him to fuck me, but I wanted to be used and wanted just as much. The thought of so many men lusting over me did incredible things to my body, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. “I’ll do anything you want. To you or your friends.”

“Maybe you are a little slut,” he said, moving faster against my ass, his big cock slipping between my legs as his fingers dug into my skin. “I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard.”

He moved for just a moment, and I must have moaned my regret because he laughed at me before slipping one hand between my legs. His fingers were coated in lube, and he circled my asshole easily, covering my skin in the warm liquid. When he pushed just one finger into me, I arched my back and pushed against him, trying to relax at the same time as I struggled to take it. It was the first time I had anything there at all, and I wanted more.

“You are so fucking tight,” he said, pushing his finger deeper inside me as I struggled to get used to it. “It’s going to take some work.”

“I can do it,” I said, hoping it was true. “Please, just fuck me. Just fuck my virgin ass Mr. R.”

“Such a good boy,” he said, his finger slipping out as he sat up behind me. His hands dug into my ass cheeks as he pulled them apart over and over again, his breath loud and warm against my neck and back. And then he was back against me, this time propped up on one hand as the other held his latex-clad cock against the entrance to my ass.

“Are you ready?” he asked, pushing the head of his cock against me.

“Yes, please,” I said, feeling him fight against my body.

“Beg for it. Beg your teacher to fuck you.”

“Please, Mr. R,” I moaned, pushing back onto him as hard as I could. “Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass.”

The pain was intense and difficult to describe. For a moment I thought he was all the way inside me before I realized it was just the head of his cock. He had pushed his way in, helping me relax as he held me firmly. He didn’t move as I adjusted to him, but the sensation shot through every nerve ending in my body.

“Breathe,” he commanded, holding himself steady. I took a few deep breaths, knowing if I waited too long I would never do it. And then I pushed back, feeling more of him enter me as he held me down, his moans escaping his lips with each passing second. He pulled my hips to him as I struggled to relax, and then I felt him against me. His cock was buried to the hilt in my ass, and I was so full I could hardly stand it. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and I was lost completely.

“You are so amazingly tight, and you are doing so well. You took my whole cock the very first time. You might be my best student yet.”

“It hurts, and it feels good, and…”

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his lips on the back of my neck as he let his weight fall against me. He was moving slowly within me, fucking me gently on his bed even as he raised my hands above my head and held them there.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, finally giving in altogether. “Fuck me hard.”

I honestly don’t remember the next few minutes, because my teacher fucked me and fucked me as I screamed and moaned, my cock somehow still hard against the bed. I know I pushed onto him, and I know I cried. I know he pulled my hair as he thrust into me, and I know he didn’t once stop whispering horribly filthy things into my ear. And I know that at some point I realized I was finally getting what I wanted. I finally understood the other side of the game, and it was better and more complicated than I had ever imagined.

But his weight on me, his hard cock up my ass, and his breath in my ear were all that mattered. His increasing speed, his strong hands, and his words pushed me closer and closer to the edge, while simultaneously being an entirely different sensation than I had ever felt before. It was less that I wanted to come and more that I wanted to let go.

“I’m going to come,” he finally groaned, holding me down as he pushed deeply inside me. “I’m going to come in your ass.”

“Please,” I moaned, his pleasure a drug I couldn’t get enough of. “Do it, come inside me. God, I wish I could feel it.”

“Oh fuck, don’t say that,” he moaned, his entire weight now on my back as he thrust inside me. His whole body tensed as he grew closer to the edge.

“I bet it would feel so much better,” I moaned. “You coming in my ass. Tell me you want to.”

“You know I do,” he said, his final thrusts harder and deeper than before. “I want to come in you so badly…”

And then he was shaking and trembling as he fucked me one last time. I pushed back against him, my body covered in sweat and barely able to move at all. He kissed me over and over again, his grip instantly growing lighter as he came, and all I could do was feel him pulse within me as he sighed into my ear, his release long and glorious as if he had in fact been waiting years to do it.

When he stopped moving, I thought he might let me go, but instead, he held me there, his cock growing soft inside me for a moment before he slowly pulled out. He held the condom tightly at the base, and the sensation of him leaving me was almost more intense than him fucking me in the first place. He vanished for a moment, and I heard the water running in another room before he returned with a warm washcloth. It felt hot against my skin, but he cleaned the lube off of my ass and thighs, pressing just hard enough against me to feel good. He tossed it to the floor when he was done and lay down next to me.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing my lips. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” I said, rolling to face him. “I’m not sure.”

“Come here,” he said, pulling me closer. He held me in his arms as I wondered if it was okay to cry. The tears came in a slow trickle instead of a burst, and if he noticed, he didn’t say a word. He kissed my head and my cheek, and his arms were strong and comforting. “You did so well.”

“Thank you,” was all I could say as I buried my head against his chest, finding strength in his embrace. It was hot, but I was no longer hard and no longer buzzed from the excitement. The longer he held me, the more I let go, until after just a few moments I closed my eyes and drifted away for a few glorious, long, mindless moments of sleep.

And if I remember anything, it’s those dreamlike minutes of peace on the other side. If I recall anything, it’s my teacher’s scratchy beard against my face, and his big hands touching my cheek. If I remember anything at all, it’s growing hard and soft as he held me, my body exhausted from our game.

If I remember anything, I remember that I wanted more.