Page 47 of Teacher of the Year

He finally settles, all the jumpiness and worries thawing from him as his abs melt into my mouth. Feeling mischievous, I give him a quick zerbert on his stomach, and he releases a low laugh that makes my insides soften.

Finally, I’m on the floor, the area rug beneath me, all of him in front of me. All of him. He’s completely vulnerable, and I feel beyond lucky knowing I may be the first man to witness him in this way. From my new vantage point, I inspect Olan’s cock, and it’s, well, stunning. The perfect Goldi-cock – not too big, not too small, but just right.

He bows his back, his hand on my head raveled in my shaggy mop of curls, as I begin to stroke him. Slowly at first, until he acclimates. The gentle tugs at my hair signal me to open the throttle. I look up, catch his eye, and spit, adding a slickness as his eyes widen.

“Damn,” he moans.

“Okay?”

“Uh-huh. Yup. Definitely, okay.”

I press on, and Olan begins a continual low growl. I peek at his face and he’s watching me, intrigued. He takes his free hand and caresses my cheek. I turn my head slightly and take his thumb in my mouth, sucking on his finger as my hand continues working his slick shaft. Keeping my eyes locked on his face, I watch him bite his lower lip. His hand, now a fist in my hair, latches onto my head. I move closer to spit on his cock again and bump up the speed.

He leans his head back and sways his head a little.

“Marvin, fuck. Oh god, don’t stop.”

I give him a grin, and he slowly starts thrusting his hips up. Yes, sir, I can take a hint. Accepting his invitation, I lick the tip slowly, teasing him as his thighs shudder, and put the head in my mouth. He tastes salty, delicious, and heavenly. Swallowing him slowly, working all of him in, I begin matching his thrusts. This feeling. I’ve never felt this uninhibited. This freedom from worry and self-doubt drives me wild.

“God, I love it,” he purrs.

“Love what?” I say, pausing, wanting him to name it.

“Watching your lips around my dick.”

Feeling his body in the throes of pleasure sends zings of hunger down my chest to my own cock. Right now, gratifying Olan becomes my sole focus. I use my right hand to create a tunnel of flesh, his unyielding cock sliding in and out. He’s still pumping up into my mouth, but he can only do so much from his seated position.

“Do you mind standing?” I ask.

“Oh, um sure. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Hell no. I want you to fuck my face.”

Olan’s eyes go wide. I fear Mr. Block has shocked him.

“I mean, only if you want.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. I want.”

With that, he stands, the pants around his ankles causing him to wobble. I tug at his left cuff, trying to get it off to afford him more balance. “Lift, please.”

And he does. With his one leg free from the pants, I kneel in front of him and place my hands on his ass. It’s firm, slightly fuzzy, and my fingers delight in grabbing it.

“You good?” I ask.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Olan, you’re not going to hurt me, but thank you. If it’s too much, I’ll let you know. Now,” I say.

He slides his glorious cock into my mouth, and I move my hands to his hips. Feeling his hesitation, I give him nonverbal direction by pulling and pushing him with increased speed. Once he realizes where I’m leading and that I’m actually requesting this, he takes over, and I move my hands away. His sturdy hands on my head, massaging my curls, occasionally grip fistfuls of hair. My left hand moves to cup his balls, and I gently begin rubbing and applying a small amount of pressure underneath.

“Oh. Damn. You are so beautiful.”

I peek up, and his eyes are fixed on me. Watching me worship his magnificent dick.

“Your cock is beautiful.”

He laughs and says, “Nobody’s ever told me that.”

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