Bring on Mount Vesuvius!

I’m truly fascinated at this hold I have on my science teacher. I know I shouldn’t, but part of me is curious. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but curiosity also keeps life interesting.

I stand up and walk over to his desk. I say “I’m not taking any clothes off. I’m also not going to look at your face because I don’t want to see your sex face when you blow. I don’t need the nightmares, this is already weird enough.”

“It’s a deal.” He leans back in his chair, spreads his legs and watches me. I ignore his creepy stare and get down on my knees in front of him. I unzip his pants and work his swelling cock out of his underwear. By the time I get it out he is already hard.

The only other cock I had ever touched before was Nathan’s. Mr. Perkins was similarly proportioned but he kept it very neat and tidy at the base. I begin stroking up and down, taking advantage of the flood of precum. I wonder if the man has ever ejaculated in the presence of a live woman before.

I said I wasn’t going to look at his face but I look up anyway. He is staying quiet, presumably to avoid attracting any attention, so all I can go on is facial cues. He looks very happy. I use my other hand to massage his balls teasingly and am rewarded by a little more growth and a very firm shaft.

I continue to stroke and he closes his eyes and moans softly. I stroke a little faster, my hand and his cock slick with precum.

I ponder now how to make sure when he does go that it doesn’t get on anything but my hand. Then I ponder the merits of just going down on him so I can contain the blast. Now that his erection is full-size, he is bigger than Nathan by a good inch in length and my fingers don’t quite meet my thumb.

It seems a shame to waste the opportunity to feel such a nice looking cock in my mouth. I look up at him. His eyes are closed. I can feel the veins in his cock pulsing with his elevated pulse. I’ll need to decide soon because he isn’t going to hold it in much longer.