The next couple of days passed in a blur until Thursday came around again. As the last lesson of the day started, Jake came in with his class and sat directly in front of me, his eyes permanently focussed on me. I was used to my students checking me out whilst I tried to teach, but this was different. Normally when I caught them staring at me my pupils would look away embarrassed, but each time our eyes met Jake returned my look as if to say I should be grateful that he was choosing to stare at me. Time dragged, but eventually the bell rang to signal the end of the day.
As the class piled out I called out to him "Jake can you stay behind one moment please". I waited for the final stragglers to leave the classroom before I started the lecture I'd be preparing in my head all lesson. "That video you sent... was incredibly inappropriate for any situation, let alone sending to your teacher"
"But did you enjoy watching it?"
"Of course I didn't" I lied. I couldn't tell him how turned on it had made me watching him have sex with another woman.
"Just you're the only person I sent the link to, and it's had six views since from the same IP address, so I figured you must have enjoyed it"
I couldn't argue with the facts - he'd caught me out and we both knew it. All I could do was try to move the conversation away from my viewing habits. "Does your girlfriend know you're sending out videos of you with her?" I asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"Sarah's not my girlfriend, she's just a willing fucktoy"
"Fucktoy?" I asked, not realising what I was saying until the words had spluttered out of my mouth.
"Fucktoy - a girl who once they find out what my dick does for them pretty much submit and let me do whatever I like with them" he explained smugly. I asked myself what sort of girl would give herself up to a teenage boy like that, before I remembered how much just one brief sight of it had affected me. "So let's cut to the chase, do you want me to show you it again?"
I did, I desperately did. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not yet.
"You need to go before you get us both into trouble". I knew my words carried no authority but I had to try.
"That's not an answer to my question"
"I said go"
"Not until you answer my question: Do you want to see my cock again?"
My resistance had all but crumbled. All I'd thought about over the past week had been that magnificent penis, and now all I had to do was speak up and he would get it out in all its glory for me.
Comments