Teach Me, Sir

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Teach Me, Sir

“All right, class dismissed,” Kongpob said, hearing the bell ring. He watched as the classroom exploded in excited chattering and his students packed their belongings, speaking again before one in particular could leave.

“Not you, Arthit. You get to stay after class.”

Arthit, the beautiful and feisty doe-eyed boy, looked up from his desk, startled. Why did he have to stay behind!? Yeah, he hadn’t been listening to anything the teacher was saying, but neither had the others! Why was only he being picked on?

“See you later,” a classmate slapped Arthit on the shoulder on his way out, laughing out loud. “Good luck!”

Arthit huffed angrily, grabbing his bag and walking up to the teacher’s desk. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” His voice laced of disapproval and hate towards the unfair situation. He didn’t bother hiding it. If the teacher was making him stay after class as punishment, then he would make it extra difficult on the older man. Mark his words.

Kongpob looked up, regarding his student behind his black glasses, before speaking in a reprimanding tone, “Arthit, would you like to tell me why you and the others were passing notes throughout my class instead of listening like you were supposed to be?”

Arthit rolled his eyes, crossing his arms to his chest with a smirk, “Sir, you were teaching us about sex. It’s not like I’ve never done it before – I figured I wouldn’t learn anything new. No offence.”

Kongpob raised a half-surprised eyebrow behind his black glasses, “Not learn anything new? I was not aware that you’d engaged in homosexual activities, Arthit.”

Predictably, Arthit spluttered and looked down at his teacher with wide-eyes, “W-what!? N-no, of course I haven’t!”

“Well then perhaps you should have been listening.” Kongpob stood up and walked around his desk to face the student. “But, since you weren’t, I guess there’s no other option – I shall have to teach you about it now.”

Their height difference was big enough that he was towering over Arthit, looking down at him with a small smile dancing on his lips, while Arthit had to look up at him, craning his pale neck.

Arthit swallowed hard, feeling a hot blush spread over his cheeks, “Uh, Sir, I really don’t think I’m going to need to know about –”

“Quiet. Now, tell me what you already know, and we’ll work from there.” Kongpob crossed his arms to his chest, leaning back against the desk, before his dark gaze locked on his student again.

Arthit continued to merely stand there, gaping at his teacher. He can’t seriously be asking me to –

“Come on, Arthit. I don’t have all day.” Kongpob muttered in a demanding tone and Arthit watched, fixated, how the teacher’s long fingers came up to loosen his necktie and open two top buttons of his white shirt, revealing a smooth expense of tanned skin on his neck and chest.

Holy shit. Stop staring, Arthit! Fuck, this is embarrassing. “Uh, right,” Arthit stuttered, carefully avoiding his teacher’s eyes as he stared at his navy blue necktie instead. “Well, um...guys...they uh, they do it in the ass...”

Kongpob nodded, his face just as serious as if they were discussing politics. “Crude, but go on.”

The raven-haired student looked contemplative for a moment or two, thinking hard, before saying quietly. “To be honest Sir, that’s really all I know...”

Sighing, Kongpob pushed away from the desk, towering over Arthit once again. “I guess we’ll have to do a practical demonstration then.”

“What!?” Arthit exclaimed aloud, shocked. What is he talking about??? Does he want me to–

Kongpob stared at his student with no change in his handsome face. ”Well you’re not going to learn any other way, are you?” He turned to face his desk and began unbuttoning his trousers, ignoring Arthit’s flabbergasted expression. “Now, one thing you definitely need to know about is preparation.”

“Pppre-preparation?” Arthit choked aloud and watched, both horrified and strangely aroused, as his teacher pulled his trousers and underwear (red briefs, Arthit was interested to note - red had always been his favourite color) down to his knees. 

He was even more shocked when Mr. Suthiluck, unashamedly, bent over the hard wooden desk, exposing his taut and very naked behind.

“Yes, Arthit, preparation,” Kongpob said exasperatedly, his breathing uneven and heavy due to the suggestive position he was in. “You would have known that, had you been listening.” When he realized that his student wasn’t moving, he turned to look at him over his shoulder, licking his lips. “Well?”

“Well what!?” Arthit tried to keep his eyes firmly locked with his teacher’s, but he couldn’t help that his gaze would occasionally drift down to his bare bottom. Tanned and smooth, yet tight and awfully tempting, and Arthit struggled to keep his hands on his sides and not touch it like he suddenly wanted to. It wasn’t his fault that his teacher had a nice ass! Even if he was a guy...

“Well...prepare me.” Kongpob spoke slowly, as though to a child, his words lewd and...did he just lick his lips???

Arthit shook his head, taking a half-step back, his hands trembling to touch that naked ass. Just one...sinful touch. “You can’t be serious...”

Kongpob’s voice dropped an octave lower and his words came out husky like the sweetest honey, “Oh but I am, Arthit.”

Arthit could swear that Kongpop’s eyes were smouldering, the look in them so dark and dangerous, speaking of more sinfulness than Arthit could’ve ever imagined. 

Oh dear god, please have mercy...

He would admit that his teacher was an attractive young man in his late 20s – soft-looking, light brown hair brushing against smooth, tanned cheeks; large, emotive eyes, hidden behind thin, black-framed glasses; pouty, pink lips, made wet by a sharp red tongue; hard, trained body, shown off by his expensive, fitted clothes.

Okay, so maybe Mr. Suthiluck was a very attractive man, and Arthit might have stared at him a minute too long in class, more often and longer than he dared to admit (including a few wet naughty sex dreams involving him and Mr. Suthiluck, but he was never going to admit this), but he didn’t swing that way and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ‘prepare’ him, whatever that meant.

Kongpob sighed, standing up straight and resting his hands on the desk. He looked over his shoulder and kept his front pressed to the desk, hiding his growing erection. “Arthit. This is serious. Anal sex requires preparation, and if you don’t know how to do that, then...”

“B-but I’m not planning on having anal sex!” Arthit splattered loudly, ready to bolt out of the room any second, but for some reason, his feet weren’t moving and his curiosity grew by every second he spent staring at his teacher’s naked ass. 

Smirking, Kongpob turned his head more to look at the younger over his shoulder. “Never?”

Was that a blush on his cheeks?

No way...

When Arthit just continued to stare at him, biting his lower lip and contemplating on what to do, Kongpob continued. “Lots of women enjoy anal sex too. But they would also need preparation for it to be pleasurable. As your teacher, I’m trying to help you learn what to do and how to do it correctly. Now, are my efforts going to go to waste, or are you going to do as I ask and...learn?”

Arthit worried his lip, unsure. He’d heard that doing girls up the ass felt amazing, but as he’d just realized, maybe he wasn’t perfectly clear on how to go about it...but there was his sexy teacher speaking words he’d never imagined to hear, while being half-naked and presenting his delicious ass with no shame and...curiosity got the best of him.

He made a decision and dropped his bag on the floor before stepping closer to Mr. Suthiluck, his eyes fixated on the older man’s tight tanned ass. “All right, w-hat do I do?”

Catching his student openly staring at his ass, Kongpob bent back over, grinning to himself as he wiggled his ass on purpose, earning a loud gasp from Arthit behind him. Just the reaction he wanted. He reached across to the other side of the desk – drawing Arthit’s attention to his behind once again – and opened a drawer. He pulled out a tube of something and handed it to Arthit, who took it cautiously.

The young man looked down at it. “Lube!?” He asked incredulously, fingers trembling around the tube.

“Well it would be rather painful to have anal sex without it,” Kongpob said low and very matter-of-factly. “And it is needed for the preparation, so the sex would be enjoyable and...memorable. Remember that.”

“You keep saying ‘preparation’,” Arthit stepped closer to the teacher, his breathing getting heavier with every step he took. “Is that just like, lubing up your cock or something?” God, I sound like an idiot.

Kongpob looked over his shoulder at his student, an expression of disbelief on his handsome face. “No, Arthit.” He sighed, squinting his eyes behind his glasses. “You really weren’t listening during class, were you? Now I’m going to have to repeat myself...Okay, so tell me, before you have sex with a girl, what would you do?”

Arthit stared at the older man as if that wasn’t self-explanatory already. “Uh...Put a condom on?”

Kongpob closed his eyes in exasperation, realizing that trying to get Arthit to work things out for himself was not going to work. “Whilst I am glad that you are being safe, Arthit, that is not the answer that I was hoping for. Fine, I shall walk you through it step by step. To begin, please coat three of your fingers with the lubricant.”

Arthit rolled his eyes at his teacher’s way of speaking to him. He couldn’t believe that the guy was only eight or nine years his senior; he both spoke and acted much older. Swallowing nervously, he opened the cap on the tube and poured a big amount on his palm, before slathering his fingers generously. The lube was slick and cold, feeling smooth on his skin, and soon, the strong smell of strawberries filled the air.

Arthit hadn’t imagined his teacher being the strawberry-flavor lover. But strawberries were his favourite fruit, so he had no complaints.

“Alright, they’re lubed up. Now what?” He tried to sound indifferent to this just like his teacher did when speaking about such erotic things, but he failed and his voice cracked slightly in nervousness, making him blush deeply when the older man turned and looked at him intensely.

Kongpob let out a frustrated sigh, but there was definitely a teasing smirk dancing on his lips. “What do you think? Put one inside me.”

“What!?” Arthit jumped back, staring alarmed at Kongpob’s exposed behind as though it would suddenly bite him. He said what??? No no, I couldn’t possibly...

“That is how you prepare someone, Arthit. You insert your lubed fingers – or other small objects, if you so wish – until the person is sufficiently stretched. Once they can easily take three fingers, you may start thinking about inserting a penis or other, larger objects inside them.”

Arthit almost giggled at the word ‘penis’ coming from his teacher’s mouth, but he quickly regained his composure. Mr. Suthiluck seriously wanted Arthit to finger him?

Seriously?

Well...

Still a little wary, Arthit moved towards the older man again, eyes focused on the crease of his ass, and lubricated hand outstretched, ready. He hoped that he wasn’t misunderstanding what Mr. Suthiluck was saying (there were not many ways he could take the instructions, really), or he was about to have one very shocked teacher in his hands...literally.

His heart pounding in his ears, Arthit cautiously placed his hand on his teacher’s behind, parting the cheeks. When the teacher showed no reaction, he continued, his palms running soothing circles over the soft skin on both ass cheeks. Curiously, he ran his finger down the crevice until he reached the small puckered hole, his heart beating rapidly. Arthit pressed lightly on the entrance and was startled when his finger slipped inside with ease. 

Wow, I guess preparation really does make a difference, Arthit wondered to himself as he watched his finger disappear inside his teacher, the lube making the friction incredibly slick and as his teacher’s insides tightened around his finger, Arthit noted that there was definitely room for more.

Kongpob gasped at the intrusion of the first finger, muscles clenching despite his attempt to remain calm and relaxed. How could he though, when his sexy, sinfully tempting, jailbait student had his finger inside of him? He unconsciously rocked back slightly, taking Arthit’s finger the rest of the way in until it was knuckle deep inside him.

“Right...just like that,” Kongpob whispered huskily, pleased at how steady his voice was when he was literally trembling with desire. “Now push it back and forth a little, maybe twist it, and if you can, try to find – aah!” His back arched off the desk in a trembling move, palms digging into the wooden desk for support, eyes wide and mouth open as sharp pleasure shot through him in a jolt and his toes curled uncontrollably.

Arthit stilled, eyes going wide. “What was that!? Did I hurt you!? Sorry Sir, I –”

“No no, Arthit,” Kongpob took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “No, that was good. Do you feel that little bump deep inside? That’s the prostate. It’s the male g-spot. Whilst preparing your partner, you want to make sure that you touch that as often as possible. It’ll relax and arouse them, making it easier to penetrate them later on.”Rubbing the pad of his finger over the bump, Arthit marveled at the feel of his teacher’s insides. His walls were hot and squeezing his finger so tight, and every time Arthit touched his prostate his muscles would twitch reflexively and he would tremble against the desk, grasping for support.

Arthit loved the control he had over his usually reprimanding poker-faced teacher and he kept twisting and scissoring his finger deep inside him, relishing in the gasps and mewls the older man was making, as well as the way he was shuddering against him, his hips moving along with his finger, begging for more.

“Now, when you think I’m ready, I want you to insert another finger.” Kongpob spoke slowly, straining to keep his voice steady and words heard as the raven-haired student kept moving his finger against his prostate faster and deeper, his initial shyness long forgotten.

Arthit smirked, quickly pushing a second slicked finger in beside the first. The older man jerked slightly, a surprised sound coming from his throat, but that was all. He stood completely still as Arthit pumped his fingers in and out of him, occasionally brushing over his prostate, but more often than not avoiding it so as to tease the older man.

“Feel free to twist your fingers as well,” Kongpob breathed rough, this eyes shuddering shut for a brief second before he composed himself again. “It loosens the muscles, preparing it for something wider.” His ass clamped down firmly as Arthit did as he was told, and Kongpob had to bite his lip hard to keep himself from letting a whimper escape.

“Like this, Sir?” Arthit asked, breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe that he was actually getting extremely turned on by this... He was fingering a guy, for God’s sake! And his teacher, too! But damn was it hot! He was curious and very eager to learn more.

“Unh...y-yes, just like that.” Kongpob breathed through ragged breaths and it took extreme willpower for him not to start fucking himself on Arthit’s fingers. The younger seemed rather skilled at this, touching and rubbing him in all the right ways, making Kongpob’s now hardened cock pulse and leak nonstop. 

But he was reluctant to give in so early. There was so much more he had to teach the younger.

“Do I add the next finger now?” Arthit asked in a teasing tone, his free hand running soothing circles on the man’s tight ass cheeks, round and round he went till giving them a rough squeeze, making Kongpob gasp under him. He wanted to see his teacher spread his legs wider, see his whole body flushed with arousal and beg him for more.

Kongpob nodded. “Whenever you think I’m ready.”

A third finger soon joined the other two, pushing in deeper and faster now, causing Kongpob to knock slightly against the desk. Arthit smirked and twisted them harshly inside the hot heat, and Kongpob was unable to stop himself from crying out in pleasure, a hand quickly flying up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, this was too good, the initial shyness of his student long gone and replaced by naive eager curiosity, and it was making Kongpob so damn aroused, he just had to calm himself or this would be over way too soon.

Arthit’s cock was straining in his boxers and he desperately hoped that Mr. Suthiluck would allow the lesson to continue, allow Arthit to fuck him. He knew that this was wrong and that they’d both be dead if they were caught, but right now he didn’t care. He had three fingers pushing into his sexy young teacher knuckle-deep and he wanted to know what it would feel like to have his whole cock slamming in the small hole as well.

If he could make his teacher moan like that just by using his fingers, he was eager to know how loud he could make him scream for him with his cock deep inside him.

There was only one way to find out.“O-okay,” Kongpob stammered, cursing himself for losing his cool. “That’s the preparation done...you may remove your fingers now.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Arthit growled, thrusting them in harder and leaning over his teacher, breath caressing the sensitive skin on his neck as he twisted his fingers purposely against Kongpob’s prostate.

“Arthit, ungh...remove your fingers.” Mr. Suthiluck’s body trembled, but his voice was firm, an obvious order, and he was pleased that he managed to say it without stuttering. Almost cummingtho.

Pouting, Arthit slowly withdrew his fingers, making sure to press on the older man’s prostate one more time as he did so. He grinned as he felt Kongpob’s hole spasm and squeeze around his fingers. It was obvious, the older man didn’t want him to stop just yet.

“What now, Sir?” Arthit spoke in a rough voice, his eyes fixated on the red puckered hole of his teacher as the man lay bent over the desk, trying to catch his breath and force his trembling legs move.

Kongpob took a deep breath, willing himself to regain some of the authority he had started with. “Now for the actual thing. I presume that you are clean, yes?”

Arthit glanced down at the obvious tent in his jeans. ”Well I showered this morning so I should be...”

Resisting the urge to facepalm, Kongpob re-phrased his question. “Whilst that’s nice to hear, what I meant was: do you have any sexual diseases?”

“Oh.” Arthit felt a little stupid for not realizing the real meaning of the question. “No, I just got checked a week ago.”

“Good.” The teacher nodded, still facing away from his young student. “Neither do I. As such, I think that it would be acceptable to continue without a condom. That way, you would be able to feel more. However, normally I would expect you to be safe and use some form of protection.”

“Always do,” Arthit said seriously, but it was very hard to focus on anything Kongpob was saying, because Arthit had a sudden urge to slap that tight ass in front of him and hear his teacher moan his name. Scream his name.

“Excellent. Now let us continue. You have stretched me adequately, but it would still be wise to lubricate your penis as well to make everything easier.” Kongpob’s voice remained monotone, but his insides were burning, his hole clenching and unclenching around emptiness as he waited rather impatiently for Arthit to fill him up again. Properly, this time.

“Do you have to keep saying words like ‘penis’? Can’t you call it a ‘cock’ or something?” Arthit chuckled, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans to the floor, before grabbing the tube of lube to slather his hardened cock with the strawberry lube. The strawberry scent smelled much stronger and more rousing this time and Arthit’s cock twitched in growing anticipation.

Kongpob looked over his shoulder at his student, eyes narrowing. “Arthit, this is a lesson in Biology – why would I not use the appropriate terms? If you wish to hear such vulgar language, then you will have to wait until later. For now, I suggest that you do as I ask, and make sure that you are suitably prepared to enter me.”

“As you wish,” Arthit spoke with a smirk, his eyes glistening darkly as he realized that he was just about to fuck his handsome naughty teacher in that temptingly tight ass of his. Fuck, this can’t be happening. He quickly moved his hand over his cock, once, twice, properly coating it in a thick layer of lube, but nearly dropped the tube in shock when his teacher suddenly turned around and the older man’s glazed eyes focused on his privates, very much aroused and hard privates.

Oh god, he is looking at me! I’m naked! And aroused and--wait.

But then he remembered that his teacher was also half-naked, so his dark eyes traveled from the white shirt covering his teacher’s upper body downwards until fixating on the man’s long tanned legs and throbbing cock. Arthit’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard - first of all, he had never figured his teacher would be the ‘shaved from down there’ type (unf HOT!) and secondly, boy was the man huge! Kongpob’s cock was fully hardened, the tip slightly red and glistening with a white pearl of precum leaking down to his balls and he was definitely bigger than...any guy’s he’d seen before.

It was an amazingly erotic sight, and Arthit felt his cock pulse as he tried to gather the last bits of sanity he had left. “N-now what?”

“Arthit...you really haven’t paid attention in my classes, have you? That is not good. Not good at all.” Kongpob made a disapproving tsk tsk sound, before walking next to his student with much struggling due to his hardened lower region. “I think a proper lesson is in order before we move any further. Lie down on my desk and spread your legs, Arthit.”

Arthit stared at his teacher for a long moment, taken aback by the rough order, but an excited tingle ran down his spine and without complaining, he moved towards the desk and lied down on his stomach, assuming the same erotic position his teacher was just in seconds ago. “Like this, Sir?” he shivered in anticipation and gripped the edges of the desk for support.

He hadn’t in his wildest erotic dreams imagined that he would ever have his fingers inside his teacher’s hot body and now, his teacher was going to touch his privates in a way no one had ever explored them before. He did feel fear and nervousness, but it was his teacher who was in the room with him, who was about to...touch him down there, and Arthit trusted him to make the experience as pleasurable as possible.

“Yes, like that. Legs wider and...relax.” Kongpob whispered, walking up to his spread student and grabbed a rough hold of one of Arthit’s pale ass cheeks, earning a low mewl of appreciation from the surprised student.

“In order to know how to pleasure another properly, you need to experience it yourself. To know how good it really feels.” The older man continued in a slightly trembling tone and Arthit gasped when those long fingers moved lower and brushed over the sensitive bundle of his hole. 

“Oh god...” This was new and definitely different. Having been touched down there, Arthit didn’t expect the anticipation that came with it and the way his body became extra sensitive and he shuddered at the slightest touch his teacher made on his skin. He felt on fire, eager to have those fingers inside him. He had seen how good it had felt for Kongpob before when he’d fingered the older man and a naughty part of him wanted to know just how good that could feel like.

“Now tell me, what did you learn from before? What should I do next?” Kongpob asked in a heavy tone, his hands massaging slow and sensual circles on Arthit’s ass cheeks, fingers tracing dangerously close to the puckered hole, but not quite touching, over and over again until Arthit groaned in frustration.

“Ugh...you...ngh...you need lube.” Arthit managed in a needy whimper.

“Good boy.” Kongpob smiled and leaned for the tube of lube on the edge of the desk, before the sweet smell of strawberries filled the air and Arthit couldn’t help but wiggle his ass in anticipation, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Then, that warm hand was back on his ass, the lubed hand feeling cooling on his heated skin. His teacher began massaging his ass in rough movements, till the older man spread his ass cheeks apart, “Relax, Arthit. You will feel amazing very soon. I promise.”

And with that, Kongpob’s finger pressed against his entrance and slid inside with ease, pushing in deep.

“Oh gosh...” Arthit yelped and gripped the edges of the desk until his knuckles were white. He squeezed his eyes shut at the foreign feeling of something cool and firm pushing into his body. It was slightly painful and definitely uncomfortable, but nothing he couldn’t bare. His teacher had been right - proper preparation with generous amount of lube really did make things easier.

Oh god, this feels...good.

His teacher’s husky voice filled the empty classroom, but beyond the quiet reassurance, Arthit didn’t hear it. He could only focus on the tight feeling of Kongpob’s finger sliding in and out of his ass and he wasn’t even sure it mattered what his teacher was saying.

“Answer my question, Arthit.” A warm hand cupped his ass roughly. Arthit shivered, yelping when it suddenly slapped down onto his sensitive skin. His cock twitched in response, pressed flush against the wooden exterior underneath him and Arthit enjoyed this mixture of pain and pleasure much more than he’d expected.

Arthit swallowed and managed to say, very formally, “I’m sorry, S-Sir, but I did not hear the question.”

Kongpob laughed, a low husky sound followed by another rough slap on his ass cheek that made Arthit’s eyes shudder close. “Oh, Arthit, you really should pay more attention to your teacher. I asked if you like feeling my finger inside your body?”

Arthit bit his lower lip. Did he like it? Of course he liked it! His body’s reaction was obvious proof that he wanted more, but he was a proud student, stubborn to admit it so soon.

But then, Kongpob’s finger moved inside him, twisting in a new angle, slamming deep and hitting a spot that made Arthit see stars, and he gasped wantonly. “Yes, yes, S-Sir, I like it!”

That was an understatement. His body loved it. His cock was throbbing hard, slathered with cool lube and pushed up against the side of his teacher’s desk. His school shirt was pushed up to bare his ass and back. It bunched uncomfortably, and the buttons dug into Arthit’s chest where he was pressed against the desk. His pants and boxers were down at his ankles, but the messiness of it all made him feel even more aroused.

“You’re such a naughty student,” Kongpob leaned over his body and whispered in his ear, his finger not once stopping moving inside him, and Arthit shuddered when his teacher traced a wet line down his neck with his tongue.

Unf, fuck.

Then, his teacher opened a drawer at the front of the desk, leaning over him to take out something that Arthit didn’t see through his hair falling over his eyes. But he realized immediately what it was as something hard slid over his ass and Arthit whimpered, his ass lifting in the air.

That was Mr. Suthiluck’s favourite wooden ruler. 

Fuck.

“Count them,” his teacher demanded and the wood whipped against his ass, sharply.

Arthit yelped, shuddering against the desk, and whispered through gritted teeth, “One.”

“Louder, Arthit,” Kongpob demanded again and wiggled the one finger still inside Arthit’s body. “Now, that was one. Should we make it two?” 

The ruler landed on his ass for the second time. Fast and shift, almost as if in a well-practiced move, and the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure made Arthit’s toes curl and his skin tingle. “T-two,” Arthit stammered, feeling his cock spurt with precum.

More cool liquid dribbled down the crack of his ass and a second finger pushed inside him. Arthit whimpered against the sting, but Kongpob continued pushing in until both fingers were buried completely inside him.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” His teacher’s husky voice echoed faintly in Arthit’s ears as he spanked him with the ruler again, and then again. 

“F-five...yes, yes it does.” Arthit choked and felt his cock leak with more precum as he screamed seven, and then eight. By ten, he was a shuddering mess, in a desperate trouble of sliding off the desk. He was sweating, his shirt sticking to his back and his hands lost their grip on the edges of the desk as his cock throbbed, driving him insane with need.

Through the whole thing, Kongpob’s fingers kept moving in and out of him, twisted inside him, stretching, abusing, fucking him relentlessly. And oh god, it felt so damn good. The contrasting sensations of pain and pleasure confused Arthit’s mind and set his body on fire.When the ruler stopped and didn’t spank him for a few seconds, Arthit dared to breathe. But he gaped and choked as another finger pressed into his body, three long fingers slamming hard against his prostate and he was a loud whimpering mess once again.

“I think you are almost there...just one more thing left.”

Arthit whined when Kongpob removed his fingers, clearly teasing him. He sucked in much needed oxygen and his body sagged against the desk. His mind was swimming and he couldn’t think straight, but his break was cut short when something else, something longer, wider, colder, more foreign, pushed deep inside his body, stretching him impossibly wide.

“Ngh...oh god.” His mouth fell open in a loud moan and he tightened up against whatever it was inside him, but Kongpob’s hands ran soothing fingers on his abused ass, and after a moment, he relaxed enough to allow the object to be pushed fully inside him. Arthit moaned as it settled deep inside, feeling more tight and full than before, and his body clenched around it, cock spurting more precum that trickled down his pale thighs. 

He was just about to ask his teacher what it was inside him, when it suddenly buzzed into life, twisted and then moved wildly inside him. ”Oh god!” He screamed, seeing bright spots dancing behind his closed eyes as an almost electric shock shot up his skin.

Oh my god, is that--

“You like that, Arthit?” His teacher’s deep sex-laced voice rang in his ears and Arthit squeezed his ass in response, nodding his head against the desk, unable to speak.

Fuck, it was...intense.

“See, I told you I would teach you how to make this pleasurable. You like this butt plug inside you, spreading you apart so damn wide and wet?”

Oh god, please stop talking like that.

Arthit nodded again, rolling his hips and trying to get that nerve feeling shoot through his body again. The toy rolled inside him, twisted and his knees went weak as another burst of pleasure flew through him, making him scream in pleasure. Even the slightest movement made the toy shift inside him, shift just perfectly against his prostate, and he moaned, body quivering against the desk and in his teacher’s arms.

“I presume you paid attention for this lesson?” Kongpob muttered and gripped Arthit’s chin, forcing his head sideways to look at his face.

Arthit barely opened his eyes, and the sexy image of his handsome teacher swam in the haze. He nodded. “Y...yes I--” He broke off with a moan as his teacher grabbed a hold of the toy and moved it inside him, then slammed it deeper to make him see stars once more. Arthit’s whole body blossomed red with shame as he moaned wantonly, begging for more. Begging for a release.

“Do you want to come already, Arthit? But we were just getting started with our lesson.” Kongpob muttered in fake disappointment, sliding his hand from the back of Arthit’s neck down the length of his spine until reaching down to pull the toy out just an inch, before pushing it inside again, earning a loud pleased moan from his student.

Arthit nodded, his cock throbbing so hard he knew he just needed one last push, one touch to push him over the edge. The strawberry scent filled the room and made him feel light-headed, the lube suddenly feeling very hot and tight around his cock. “Yes, please, I ... I need to--”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Arthit whined but did as he was told. Mr. Suthiluck put a hand in the middle of his back and used his own tie to bind his hands together. Arthit mewled at the rough handling by his teacher, and resisted to say anything that might ruin it. He had never tried this before, but fuck, he was eager to learn more.

“Off the desk.” Kongpob barked in an order and Arthit moved immediately. He put weight on one foot, hoped it would hold and pushed away from the desk. It didn’t. His knees gave in and he collapsed onto the floor, bent over as the toy sent shuddering spasms up his spine and through his body. His cock throbbed, and he moaned as more clear liquid dripped from the swollen tip of it. He bent over even more and pressed his forehead against the floor, waiting.

“I am pleased to see you are learning, Arthit.” Kongpob remarked in praise before kneeling down behind his student’s naked ass.Arthit whimpered when his teacher’s warm hands gripped his ass and spread him open. He couldn’t see what the older man was doing, but he almost screamed as a wet tongue licked around the toy, leaving him gasping for air. And then his teacher moved the toy, pulled it out until his opening was stretched wide and gaping, before shoving it back it, over and over again, until Arthit gasped, cried, panted, begged, moaned and then, screamed. 

The young student was so far gone with pleasure by now that he didn’t even care that he was unashamedly humping the air and pushing his ass back against the toy and his teacher’s tongue, wanting more and deeper and harder.

But Kongpob was relentless and Arthit shouted out as the older man moved, wrapped a hand around his waist to pull him up and steady him against him. He screamed as another zap of pleasure zinged through him, and his cock felt like it was going to explode. “Please, please, please, S-Sir, please.” He moaned as his bare body pushed against his teacher’s half-exposed chest. 

“I am glad you are enjoying this, Arthit. Make sure you learn and remember as well.” Kongpob reminded his whimpering student, before grabbing hold of the toy inside Arthit and it fell out of him with a wet flop. 

Long fingers pushed inside Arthit and at the same time another set of fingers wrapped around his cock, beginning to pump his erection at a fast pace, and finally, fuck, finally. His orgasm grew, coiled and morphed through his skin and spread through every inch of his trembling body like wildfire. His eyes were open, mouth wide, tongue out and he was drooling, but he didn’t notice nor cared. Nothing mattered but the building pleasure and promise of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

“Ngh yes, please, oh god-yes, please!” He moaned nonstop, whimpering and screaming as the fingers twisted and slammed expertly against the bundle of nerves deep inside him. More, just a bit more...oh god.

“Come on then, Arthit. Feel my fingers fucking you deep in your ass and...cum for your teacher.”

That was enough. Arthit moaned, tilted his head back on his teacher’s shoulder, before turning it to bury his face in his teacher’s neck. His sweat dropped from his forehead and wet Kongpob’s shirt, but the teacher didn’t stop pleasuring him, and finally, Arthit screamed, spasmed and came all at the same time, crying as immense pleasure tore through his body, his orgasm pumping into Kongpob’s hand. Everything went black and his body went limp in his teacher’s strong arms.

Fucking hell...this was...I’ve never...oh god...

It took a few minutes for Arthit to calm down, for the pleasure to fade and realization hit him. He had just let his teacher finger-fuck him and he had fucking loved it! Oh god...

After a long moment, Kongpob let go of him and stood up slowly, staring at his student gasping on the floor, before saying, “Now, get up and let’s continue with our lesson.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Arthit whimpered and squirmed on the floor, his abused ass stinging slightly as he struggled to look up at his teacher. The older man had walked back to the desk and through hazed eyes, Arthit noticed the wet droplets of his cum sliding down his teacher’s fingers. 

He gulped hard. Fuck, fuckkady fuck fuck! That’s so hot!

Kongpob almost groaned in frustration, leaning flat against the desk and Arthit swallowed hard as he watched the man spread his legs and his leaking cock sway against his taut abdomen with every move he made. “Arthit, are you certain that you’ve had intercourse before, because you seem awfully clueless about these matters. Now, you are meant to insert your erection into my anal opening. I figure you are up for a second round.”

S-second round??? Does he want me to-- Fuck yeah Arthit was ready, just those sinful words were enough to make his previously limp cock spur back to life. He stood up, taking careful slow steps to make sure his legs were ready to support him, before straightening up fully and turning to face his teacher bent over on his desk, his legs spread open like that of a naughty slut.

Arthit let out an airy chuckle, “Are you sure you’ve had intercourse before, Sir?” His eyes were glazed over as he took two steps towards his teacher until their bodies touched, chests bumping together, and he swore he saw the older gasp at their closeness. “You’re not making it very sexy...” he whispered and grasped his teacher’s hip with his left hand, surprised at the heat and softness that he felt there, before hooking a hand under the man’s right thigh.

Kongpob’s leg wrapped automatically around his waist, giving him more access and a better angle to move even closer in between his spread legs. With his other hand, he positioned his half-hard cock against the lubed hole, circling the tip teasingly against the entrance, and earning a low groan from the older man whose hands gripped onto the edges of the desk beneath him.

“It is not meant to be ‘sexy’, Arthit. This is a practical demonstration of – oh fuck God!”

Arthit smirked, amused at Kongpob’s reaction to having a cock slammed deep inside of him. He stared fascinated how his teacher’s eyes grew dark, glazed over with raw desire, how his gaze was begging him to move, and it made Arthit realize how suddenly their roles had reserved - he was the one in charge right now. In complete control and with the power to drive his teacher crazy with lust, and he smirked wickedly, planning to do just that.

He gripped his teacher’s slim waist, fingers sneaking up under his shirt to run over soft expense of tanned skin, and leant over to whisper in his ear. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t catch that... A practical demonstration of what?”

Kongpob had a hand clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide and burning behind his glasses, unwilling to make another sound. He shook his head frantically at Arthit’s question, not wanting to risk speaking.

The student merely grinned, pulling out only an inch or two before thrusting back in lightly. He stared fixated at his cock disappearing in his teacher’s tight ass and he could feel Kongpob’s inner walls encasing his cock so perfectly, so hot, so tight. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, that tight heat sucking him in, and his teacher’s body was so ready, so eager and the lube was making the intrusion so swift and smooth. Arthit groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grabbed hold of the older man’s forearms, trembling. He’d been with virgins before, but even they hadn’t felt as good as his teacher’s ass did, sheathing him in the most fantastic way possible.

“Y-you can do it h-harder than that,” Kongpob finally managed to get out, his lower region pulsating with irrepressible need. “R-remember what you learned about the prostate...aahh." He refused to beg for more, so he’d just have to order it instead. His naked ass was pressed against his desk, both of his legs wrapped around his student’s waist, his back arching in need and body quivering with restraint. His entrance was repeatedly twitching, clamping down around Arthit’s cock, but he tried hard to control himself to make this last longer. 

“Ah, yeah...” Arthit pulled out further, moving sightly in a new angle and pushing back in a bit more forcefully. The teacher whimpered and clung to him, his fingernails digging through his shirt into his back, and for a second he was worried that he’d hurt him, but then he caught sight of Kongpob’s aroused face and smirked proudly.

Not so much in control anymore, are you?

The older man was flushed red, eyes shut and mouth open. His tongue came out to wet his lips and Arthit thrust his hips forwards, shoving in more harshly in response. Another choked sound of a needy whimper escaped his teacher’s mouth, face contorting in utmost pleasure, and Arthit felt encouraged to explore further. He slid his hands under his teacher’s shirt, running smooth circles over the man’s toned chest and abdomen, till moving up again to give his fully perked nipples a harsh twist, earning a loud, shocked moan from his teacher that the latter failed to cover with his hand.

“Like this, Mr. Suthiluck? Is this how I’m meant to be doing it?” Arthit growled in between his ragged breaths and began moving his hips faster, pumping in and out of the older man with increasing speed and strong, swift thrusts.

“Yes, ahhh....just like that...” Kongpob’s voice was deep and rough, his face flushed and eyes closed with pleasure, the erotic sight sparking something wild and exciting inside Arthit. Never had a man made him hot before, but it seemed that his teacher was an exception. A very temptingly hot exception and he had never felt so excited to bring someone pleasure during sex. He had always been too focused on getting his own release, but with Kongpob, he was very much eager to give the other man the best kind of pleasure he could find.

“Tell me what else I should be doing, Sir,” the student leaned forwards, pressing the chests flush together, and whispered low, lips just brushing the hair by Kongpob’s ears. “You’re my teacher, right? So...teach me...”

“Fffuck...” Kongpob whined, the reminder that he was doing this with the most tempting one of all his students was turning him on like no one else before. It was forbidden and wrong, but it felt so right to have the young man’s cock stretching his hole so deliciously.

It may have been the end of the day, but there was still the possibility of somebody walking into the classroom. It excited Kongpob and drove him crazy, thrilled him that somebody could just walk in and see him getting fucked against the desk by his hottest student.

“Y-you should pleasure...unf...y-your partner,” Kongpob stuttered, gasping and clasping his hands around his student’s neck when Arthit slammed extra hard against his prostate, the move sending wild jolts of pleasure down his spine and straight to his weeping cock.

“Am I not pleasuring you right now, Sir?” Arthit growled, voice laced with raw desire, and shifted his hips, hitting Kongpob from a new angle and making him tremble against him.

“Y-your hand...” Kongpob took a deep breath, struggling to open his eyes, but the moment he did, he had to close them again, because the dark lust he was met with in those beautiful doe eyes nearly made him cum right there. “Umm...you should pleasure your partner with your hand.”

Arthit thought for a moment, thrusts never faltering, slamming deep and slow in that tight ass. “You want me to jerk you off?”

Kongpob nodded, ashamed at his request, but figuring that it was all in the name of ‘education’.

Biting his lip, Arthit contemplated what he should do. He’d never touched a guy sexually before and the thought scared him a little. Not to mention the fact that it would be his teacher...His very hot and naughty teacher...

He couldn’t deny it though, that he was very much aroused and curious to see what it would feel like. He had already seen how hard and big Mr. Suthiluck was, but what would be the man’s reaction when he touched him? How much precum would there be so far and how much more to come when he pleasures him?

I want to hear you scream my name, Mr. Suthiluck.

Deciding that as this was (supposedly) meant to be about learning, Arthit hesitantly trailed his right hand around from Kongpob’s hip and slid it down to his pelvis, to his private region pressed between their bodies. Tentatively, he took hold of the base of his teacher’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it. The almost imperceptible hitch in the older man’s breathing encouraged him, and he slowly slid his hand up, cupping the weeping head and marveling at the hot feel of it hardening and throbbing in the palm of his hand.

Kongpob shivered, cock jumping in Arthit’s hold.

Arthit smirked, gripping the hard member more firmly and beginning a brutal pace. He would roughly tug on his teacher’s cock as he thrust into him, hand moving in tandem with his hips, harder, deeper, faster, driving them both insane with desire.

“Oh god...” Arthit gasped and plunged deeper, feeling Kongpob’s ass massage the whole length of his cock. The excessive lubrication made it easier, made him slide in effortlessly and he pounded wildly against his teacher, going mad with desire. 

By now, Kongpob’s whimpers had turned into needy moans as he gripped hard onto the edge of the desk beneath them, still trying to retain a modicum of composure. It was a losing battle, as every jerk of Arthit’s hand and every thrust of Arthit’s cock had him threatening to burst, no longer able to hold back his cries of pleasure. His prostate was abused just at the right angle and speed, and he was a moaning mess, clinging to Arthit’s body for his dear life.

“Mmm...” Kongpob jerked in surprise as warm hands cupped his face demandingly and hot impossibly soft lips pressed against his. He smacked the back of his head on the desk, slightly dazed by the unexpected move, but Arthit smiled into the kiss and forced his tongue into Kongpob’s open mouth. Kissing his student was fulfilling every dirty sex dream he had dreamt of his naughty student, sending him spiraling down path of delirium as he moaned, twisting his head for a better angle. He ran his hands up and down Arthit’s body, growling when his fingers met with hot skin under the boy’s shirt, and kissed the boy back with all the fevor and passion he had. He felt intoxicated by the sweet taste of which Arthit’s lips tasted like, and he knew he was doomed, one taste not nearly enough to clench his years-long cravings. 

“Fuck, Sir... I-I’m getting close...” Arthit pulled away for air and groaned in between heavy moans, his cock plunging wildly inside his teacher, his hand moving faster and tighter around Kongpob’s cock, his thumb rubbing over the precum leaking from the swollen tip and trickling down his hand. He was so close, driven insane with the need to come for the second time during their after-school lesson.

Kongpob shook his head, trying hard to remember how to speak. “Do not orgasm until I do, understand? This is a t-teaching ahh...lesson and you need to learn. W-wait for me to c-come first...” He squeezed his ass cheeks around Arthit’s cock, feeling it pulsate deep inside him and leak with more precum, and he moaned at the hot feeling.

Arthit groaned, head back and eyes squeezed tight. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, especially after already cumming once before, so he had to get his teacher off, now.

“Come for me then, Mr. Suthiluck,” he whispered seductively into the older man’s ear, growling low as he slammed harder inside the other man, his balls slapping obscenely against his teacher’s ass. “Come all over your desk and papers. Come with your student’s hand on your dick, his hard cock fucking your tight ass.”

Kongpob moaned, his desire exploding at the dirty words and seeing stars as his prostate was hit relentlessly. Finally giving in to his desires, he spread his legs even wider and began to push back onto Arthit, taking him deeper, making him go faster. His cocked throbbed in the younger’s hold, red and dripping and so hard it hurt. But damn, it hurt so so damn good, he didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck, I wanna come inside you so bad,” Arthit murmured against his teacher’s neck, driving in as hard as he could. “Fill you up...and watch it drip out... and make you clean it with your tongue...”

Those words finally pushed Kongpob over the edge and he began shaking, strong waves of orgasm rushing through him, making his body tense up and toes curl. “Ngh...fuck, Arthit!” At the peak of his pleasure, he called out his student’s name, mind blank and voice strained, whilst his hole clenched erratically, squeezing Arthit’s cock inside him, and his own cock pulsed till explosion, streams of white landing on the wooden desk and on Arthit’s t-shirt. Damn, he had taught him well.

“Ohh...ngh!” Arthit gasped at the hot, impossibly tight feeling surrounding his cock, the contractions around him more powerful than he’d ever felt before. He grabbed a hold of his teacher’s hips and tried to carry on thrusting, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, but his desire overwhelmed him and he gave in after a few thrusts, coming long and hard inside his teacher, his face buried in the man’s sweaty neck.

They both collapsed on the desk, panting in a sweaty mess, struggling to get their breathing back. Kongpob’s hole still twitched occasionally, causing Arthit to flinch from his sensitive cock being over-stimulated. He pulled out slowly, both wincing at the feeling and he watched with a sly smirk how his teacher’s red hole twitched and squeezed around emptiness, begging to be filled all over again.

After a minute or so, Kongpob began to wriggle, signalling Arthit to get off him. The younger complied, stepping back and giving the teacher room to stand up. Quickly Arthit noticed that his flaccid cock was still on display and he hurried to tuck it back into his underwear, embarrassed. His eyes landed on his teacher’s exposed behind, and indeed, Arthit’s cum was slowly dripping out of his abused hole, leaving translucent streaks down the other’s legs. He gawked at the erotic sight. He had stained, marked his teacher, and he couldn’t feel any more satisfied about it.

With hands and legs shaking terribly, Kongpob reached down to pull his trousers back up, but he was stopped by Arthit. He turned his head, regarding his student curiously.

“Wait.” Arthit gulped, the older man’s face still flushed, eyes wide and pupils dilated. He looked thoroughly fucked and Arthit couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, having been the one to make his teacher look and feel that way. He must have been fairly good, considering his teacher had called out his name when he’d come. And what a wanton lust-filled sound was that.

Realizing that Mr. Suthiluck was waiting for an explanation as to why he had stopped him from getting dressed, Arthit slipped his hand down and pushed two fingers into his teacher’s abused hole.

“Ohhngh...”Kongpob’s eyes fluttered shut, whole body jerking at the feeling. His hole was still too sensitive, and to have Arthit’s fingers back in there, twisting around, was almost too much to take. When Arthit’s fingers left him he opened his eyes, about to ask his student what he thought he was doing, but his words died on his tongue.

Arthit’s fingers, wet with his own cum, were placed mere centimetres from Kongpob’s mouth. It was obvious what the younger wanted, what he wished for his teacher to do.

“Arthit,” Kongpob said in a stern tone, pulling his trousers up quickly and fastening them. He stood up straight and looked the younger in the eye. “Do you really think that that is appropriate?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” Arthit replied with a curious tilt of his head and sly smirk on his lips, fingers remaining in front of his teacher’s face. “I just fucked you senseless against your desk, and I wouldn’t have thought that that was particularly appropriate, so...”

Kongpob regarded Arthit for a moment, mind working rapidly. If he did this, things would change. If he did this though – if he licked his cum off Arthit’s fingers – then it would be different. He would surrender to his naughty student’s will and he was slightly concerned what wickedness the raven beauty would have in store for him next.

Arthit took a step closer, blowing hot air on Kongpob’s face with every word he spoke, his cum-coated fingers dancing teasingly in front of Kongpob’s glazed eyes. “Come on, Kong, lick it up just like the good boy you are and maybe, I will teach you a few lessons of my own.”

His cock twitched in anticipation.Looking up at Arthit from under his eyelashes, Kongpob smirked and slowly leant forwards, tongue outstretched.

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