Nick, the star rugby player

Nick Fillion, the first five eighth in the school's rugby team, sauntered into the classroom. He was credited with scoring the winning drop kick in the final's in the previous seasons championship, making him the undesignated most popular kid in school. His cocky attitude never won any teachers over, but his looks left many flustered. Man the kid was hot. With short, cropped hair, sharp jawline and striking blue eyes, he left many girls and guys weak at the knees, not to mention his ripped body. He had the reputation for sleeping around, but nobody blamed his partners.

"Mr. Fillion," you say, staring at the jock, "late again I see."

"Sorry Mr. Hart," he apologised, flashing a winning grin, "buses were a nightmare."

"I see…" you say, keeping eye contact with him, "why don't you come make it up to me here."

You pay your groin, the other students enthralled by your conversation.

"You what?" He exclaims, looking disbelieving at you.

"C'mon, champ," you say, "that way, no detention, which means more playing time."

He groans, rolling his eyes. Nick walks up to you, and drops to his knees. Your cock is aching in your pants, and your breathing became shallow. The most popular boy in school was about to suck you off in front of the whole class! He pulled down the zipper, and fished out your rock hard cock. Giving you one last glare, he took the head in his mouth. You could've cum there and then, as his hot mouth enveloped the crown of your penis. His tongue flicked the underside of your dick, and swirled around the head. Most of the class seemed uninterested now, with a couple male students staring intently. Nick began taking more down his throat, exploring your rod with a little more anticipation.

"Oh yeah…" you quietly groaned, pushing his head down.

He slightly gagged, before becoming quickly accustomed to the whole tool in his mouth. He began bobbing his head, quickening his pace. You moaned aloud, and stared down at the star jock sucking dick in front of you.