Yes, but you take him to the teachers' room.

You're about to answer, when the librarian calls out to you.

"Mr Hart," she waves, trying to get your attention, "you haven't forgotten it's Mrs. Ennor's retirement brunch?"

"Damn," you say, looking between her and the pleading boy, "I'll just be a minute.

Mrs Ennor was an old bat from the mathematics department. You didn't really care for her, but it'd be rude not to go. Then, you remember that no one should see Justin if he's servicing you. This'll really test your powers.

Taking the boy with you, you enter the teacher's room to see everyone standing around Mrs. Ennor. You take your place at the back and pull out your cock, pointing at Justin to get on his knees. The eager student drops down and inhales your dick, making you gasp. No one takes any notice as the staff erupt into a chorus of, "For she's a jolly good fellow". You sing along to, pausing to compose yourself as Justin's tongue worked its way over your member. As the song concluded, you heard some of the other teachers complain that the song should only be sung with booze involved. Normally, you'd join in, but you were a bit preoccupied with the hot teen mouth on your junk. You stayed standing, allowing Justin to deepthroat your dick when you were startled by someone calling you over.

"Mate, you off with the fairies?" Quinten joked.

"Must be." you laughed nervously.

You knew no one cared at Justin's public act of fellatio, but it was still mindfucking. You took a seat with Quinten and chatted with him. More, he talked and you nodded politely as you facefucked the basketballer below. After a while, something caught your ear.

"... and since my divorce, I can't even get my dick sucked." Quinten revealed in the conversation, though you don't know how you got there, "I thought the easiest way to get over her was under someone else, but I guess no one wants a guy who wears sweater vests and reads more than he works out."

Quinten laughed at his self depreciating humour, though you could see he was genuinely down. The English teacher, who was known by Mr. Johnson, wasn't that bad looking, would probably be attractive in the right clothes. He was one of a small few friends out of the other staff members and you felt bad for him. You looked down at the cocksucking student. No... you couldn't... unless... but the paper said... shit.

You took a deep breath, knowing this was your riskiest move yet.