Detention

School was tough. The whole day, you kept thinking about what you were going to do to Mr. Reynolds, and constantly had to discreetly make your erection subside. At one point, Todd even pointed it out, but you knew he wouldn't say anything after the weekend you both had.

Finally, in your last class of English, you watched as the clock struck 3. You quickly made your way towards the history classroom, making sure not to look too excited. You knock on the door, to which Mr. Reynolds opens up. He's a tall man, muscled from years of rugby. Apart from his arse, his pecs are his best feature, nearly busting out of his shirts. His face is handsome, with a 5 o'clock shadow constantly accentuating it. He's wearing his usual attire, a white shirt, blue tie and dark pants, all a little to tight thanks to his gifted features.

"I heard it was only you today," he says, looking you up and down, "I thought you were a good kid."

"I've just been late a lot." You say, defending yourself.

"Yeah, well look where you are now!" Mr. Reynolds says, walking back to his desk. "Sit at a desk and get out your homework. The faster you're done, the faster I can leave."

You smirk a little, knowing you won't be doing any homework in this detention. You sit at the far left desk at the front, where you can get a perfect view of Mr. Reynolds as you are seated right in front of his desk. You pull out your books, just so it looks like you're preparing to start. In reality, you're moving them so you can reach the ring at the bottom of your bag. Retrieving the ring, you pull out your cock, which is already hard, and slip it on. Focusing on his desk, you see your dick appear, bobbing around slightly. At first, your teacher doesn't see it, until he looks up to make sure you're doing your work.

"Wha- is thi-" he splutters, "Is this some sort of practical joke!?"

"Is what?" You say, playing dumb.

"Don't play stupid with me, kid!" He yells, "Did you pu-"

As soon as he grabbed your dick, he froze. You gasped at the feeling of his calloused hands handling your cock.

"What are you talking about, sir?" You ask innocently, "I've just been doing my work."

"O-okay…" he mumbles, a look of fear appearing on his face.

You pretend to get back to work, as you feel him beginning to stroke the member in front of him. You find it hard to pretend to concentrate as his hands work up and down your dick. He uses his thumb to rub your head, retrieving precum and sucking it off. He fondles your balls lightly, even leaning down and taking each in his mouth. He drags his tongue back up and suckles the head, tasting all of your precum that adorns it.

"Oh fuck…" he whispers as he stands.