Page 74 of Teacher of the Year

“I thought you wanted to wait…”

“I’m here. We can talk. In a bit.”

It’s only been four days since I’ve seen him. Touched him. Kissed him. Being in his presence causes my body to override my brain. Standing in front of Olan, wearing nothing but a towel, knowing he’s here for me, wanting to help me, his compassion and tenderness on full display, my body can’t hide how aroused I am. Olan glides forward to kiss me and notices.

“Um, are you having an issue with your towel?”

I bury my face in my hands, and he grabs my wrists.

“Marvin, you’re doing it again.”

“What?” I garble behind my fingers.

“Being adorable.”

Olan slowly kisses my neck, taking his time. His mouth explores the space between my Adam’s apple and chest. His warm tongue sends twitches of pleasure to my core as he kisses and nibbles me. I stand in his bedroom, about to be completely exposed in the full light of day, and for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid to be seen. The lights were almost always off or dimmed with Adam, or I was under covers, bare but hiding. Worried. Ashamed. Olan sees me, all of me, and I want to be vulnerable. I pull my hands away and move them to rest on either side of his head.

“What about Cindy?” I ask, appalled at the idea of her discovering her boss and her charge’s teacher in a compromising position.

“Shopping, then picking Illona up. I texted her while you were in the shower,” he mumbles into my neck, making me flutter.

Why did I come here? Not for this. Or did I? Am I willing to put aside my concerns for a momentary physical connection? I do care for Olan. Deeply. But am I only delaying the reality of the situation? Deep down, I worry about being abandoned. About nobody being there for me. But my body brought me here because Olan shelters me. Clustered in his arms, I feel protected. Whatever risk being with Olan brings, I’m ready to take it. Right now, I want this. I want him.

“Okay,” I say.

Olan scans me, starting with my hair and moving down until his face reaches the towel. My dick, throbbing against the fabric, shows him it’s more than ready to be rid of the damn thing, and he pulls the bath sheet from my body.

In one quick motion, Olan kneels and devours me, making me gasp. Once again, he shows me how his mouth can cause my eyes to roll back, and I’m left speechless. He’s enjoying himself more this time, making low growls and moans as he swallows me.

“Mmmmh. Your cock tastes so fucking good.”

He takes it out and slaps it against his face, and I’m, well, flabbergasted.

“Holy crap. You love it, don’t you?”

He answers by swallowing it, almost to the base, and moaning, “Mmmmh.”

I close my eyes, feeling his lips and tongue around me and listening to him slurp and gurgle. The amount of joy he’s displaying from sucking me off makes my blood trumpet. Even though I know I’m the first man Olan’s been with, he seems to naturally know where to go and what to do, and maybe he’s just been waiting so long that he’s finally getting to practice what he’s been brooding over. In typical fashion, I’m overthinking, so I try to relax and relish what’s happening.

Olan stands and the urge to kiss him overtakes me. I taste myself on his lips and a shot of adrenaline rushes through me, making me shudder.

“Okay?” he whispers.

“Oh yeah, I love it,” I say and pull him back, devouring his mouth.

He opens his eyes, just slightly, and I see – maybe for the first time – his deep brown, almost ebony eyes, so close, and he’s looking at me with a longing. We know each other deeper, and maybe I can hand over a tiny bit of myself to this beautiful man.

We fumble to his bed as his clothes come off, arms tangled and twisted, me giggling as he tries to keep his mouth on mine and remove his long-sleeve shirt. And as turned on as I am, the entire awkward shift to horizontal feels clumsy and comical and laughing about it, with him, in the moment, makes my skin simmer. Finally, he’s stripped, and that chest. I never quite understood straight men’s fascination with breasts, but Olan’s pecs hypnotize me. I find it hard to keep my hands off them, perhaps this falls in the same lane.

As we lie on the bed, naked, legs entwined, our hard cocks rubbing against each other, my body takes over, and I grind on him. Olan stops, takes my face in his hands, and peers at me. The attention makes me blush, and he gives a little laugh.

“Adorable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“I want you to…” He stops, and his chin drops.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

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