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Lessons - Part 1

“Finn, I asked you a question”
“What”
Finn had be daydreaming. He’d completely zoned out from the meeting with his guidance teacher, the one and only Craig Campbell. Well Mr Campbell to Finn. Even though he had turned 18 in March and was an adult he was still in high school and therefore had to address teachers by there appropriate titles.
“Sorry sir what did you say?” Asked Finn reeling from the sudden startle.
“I asked, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable, are you sexually active?” Mr Campbell queried.
“No” Finn replied. Mr Campbell looked at him sceptically. He then scribbled down something on his sheet in front of him. Mr Campbell knew Finn was active, everyone did, seeing as he’d been caught with girls before. In the school toilets, at parties, in the bike shed. But somehow, to Finn’s utter amazement he’d never been caught with a guy yet. Finn was known for being open to anyone as long as they fit. They just didn’t know HOW open. He’d met and hooked up with guys before. In darkened corners of random pubs in Edinburgh. Below sprawling trees in the woods. And behind foul wheely bins in dingy alleyways. There was just something about guys that felt easier for Finn. They knew what the other liked or wanted. And it was as Mr Campbell scribbled away on separate forms that Finn wondered about him.
He was about 5”10, with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and beard and a bit of a belly but still rather muscular. His back could block out an entire doorway of light. His booming voice could silence a hall full of rowdy students. He had a big ass. Probably built up from his rugby days. Finn wondered about his size; long and thin? Shorter but thicker? He lent back in his chair ever so slightly while Mr Campbell wrote away, trying to peer between the gap in the desk. He leaned further back, he could see his calves now, straining in his trousers. A little more. His knees, strong and large. A little more until
Finn fell backwards in his chair booting the desk with his school shoes in the process and banging his head off the floor.
“Jesus Finn you alright? There’s a reason why we tell people not to swing in their chairs you know.” He got up and helped Finn off of the floor.
“Yeah I’m fine, just a bruised ego haha” a long with a bruised head.
“Well I think our meetings done anyways. You know we have to do these catch ups with everyone just to see how they’re getting on” he explained.
“Yeah yeah I know, you alright if I head off?” Finn asked.
“Of course” he stretched out his large warm hand to shake Finn’s and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as they shook.
“Well, head you on then, can you send Margaret in she should be waiting outside”
“Will do, cheers sir” Finn called on the way out.
Finn raced to the toilets.
He could feel his meat slowly rising up in his boxers as he sprinted. He slammed the cubicle door shut as he was in. He was now standing at full attention. There was only one thing to do. He started stroking his dick, thinking of Chloe, the uni girl he’s hooked up with last month, or Jessica the girl at the counter at the petrol station. But neither Chloe or Jessica could help him finish. As his mind started wondering it landed on Mr Campbell. He started thinking of his big hairy forearms and hands, rubbing and touching Finn, his beard tickling Finn’s face as they touched each other, and the unknown mystery of his cock slamming into Finn’s hole. And at that moment his climax hit him like a brick wall. Spurts of cum erupted from Finn’s head like a volcano, painting the walls of the bathroom stall. Finn had to bite down on his sleeve to stop himself from crying out. And after 7 long bursts from the head Finn was left panting and red faced, with the image of Mr Campbell fucking him still on his mind.