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Friday, January 12, 2018

[SS-397] Teacher Gyration


[TEACHER GYRATION]

The class just got back from their physical education class. After the calesthenics session, the all-male students went back to their room to change from their joggers back to their school uniform.

Calrie, the class clown and bully, took advantage of the clothes changing situation to have fun. While his shirt was off, his lean baseball trained torso was exposed. He was dancing in front. Everybody laughed at his antics.

At times, he would get his classmates' hand and let them feel his sweaty armpit. Some of them would scream at him while others just chuckled at his stupid ways.

He went to the skinny student at the back who was already in uniform. The student was known to be a quiet and closeted gay guy.

"Heyyy like what you see...?" Calrie asked as he gyrated teasingly.

The student looked away, "no. Go away Calrie!"

But Calrie wanted to extend his joke as their audience hooted. He sat on the classmate's lap and continued the sexy dance.

"No! Get away from me!" the classmate struggled.

"I know you like this!" Calrie got his hand and placed it on his chest and then the bulge in his dark blue cycling shorts.

The gay classmate was red. The class was laughing.

Then a voice rose above the noise. "CALRIE! MY OFFICE! NOW!"

Calrie stood up and turned around. It was the young burly teacher, Mr. Maxsteel.

Everyone fell silent and sat on their respective seats.

Mr. Maxsteel gave him a glare before going out.

Calrie nervously wore his uniform and went to the office of the teacher.

To his surprise, he found Mr. Maxsteel standing by the wall, wearing nothing but orange trunks. His hunky body was on display.


The teacher pointed a seat and said, "sit down."

As he did so, Calrie gazed upon the physique with amazement and envy.

Mr. Maxsteel walked to him and sat on his lap.

He flinched.

The teacher started gyrating, "do you know how awkward it feels when a hot guy tries to seduce you this way?"

He could not answer. He was not gay but he felt so strongly towards his hot teacher.

Mr. Maxwell took his hand and placed it on the orange bulge. It was hard.

"Did you plan to have sex with that classmate or were you just leading him on?" the teacher asked darkly.

"No. I-I'm not gay Teacher..." Calrie's voice was shaking.

"Well. That is not fair," Mr. Maxwell said while taking off his trunks and showing his long hard dick, "if you are seducing someone, and they respond positively, you need to give it to them."

The teacher stood up. The cock was directly on his face. Calrie intutively sucked on the hard flesh. It felt heavenly to have that penis inside him.

Mr. Maxwell was moaning, "there you go. Now, take out your cock from your pants."

While his head bobbed up and down, he released the dick that was straining in his pants.

The teacher pulled out of him. Mr. Maxwell started sitting again on him, this time his cock was entering the tighy hole.

Mr. Maxwell was squinting, "gawd... you're big."

"You're so tight Mr. Maxsteel... oh my gaahd you feel so good," Calrie groaned.

He allowed Mr. Maxwell kiss him as he let the sexy teacher ride his dick.

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