Gay teacher story of twink seducing tutor: 1

Gay teacher story: Hi guys, I’m Abeer and I’m 20 years old and this is a true story for the website. Please read on, enjoy and give me your feedback by mail on [email protected]

A few years ago, when I was in the 10th grade I used to take tuitions for Physics at home. A group of friends would come to my place twice a week and we would study for an hour each time. My friends would arrive early at my house and wait for my teacher, Armaan Sir to arrive.

Armaan sir was an unmarried man (daddy) in his late twenties. He was brown skinned with a well trimmed stubble, deep ivory black hair and brown eyes. He was 5 feet 10 with a body that resembled a Greek god. He would come to every class dressed in a formal shirt and trousers.

I could see his huge biceps would push against his sleeves every time. It looked like his shirt buttons would be just a little away from popping out because of the tension his broad chest had on the fabric.

He would keep the top two buttons of his shirt open, and you could just see his short chest hair inside. His trousers were always well fitted below his waist (by which I mean that they gave me a clear idea of what his thick ass would look like when he was naked).

I, on the other hand, am a fair skinned slim boy (built like timothee chalamet) and I am a little shorter than Armaan sir. I have a clean shaven face, a smooth body and a juicy round bubble butt.

I have short black hair, intense brown eyes and a small nose. I get attention from both men and women and I am in essence a pretty boy.

Coming back to the story, I used to have classes with him in the end of the 9th grade and I always fantasised sleeping with him. But I never got hints from him, or I never caught him staring at me or looking at me in any sexual way.

It would never be possible for me to get even close to sleeping with him because he was one of the straightest men I have ever met. All of this changed one evening in the 10th grade.

Sir would only take classes if 2 or more students were attending at my place. But that day he came home and everyone except me had cancelled at the last moment. It was only him and me at home on my dining table with one hour to spend learning physics.

Since we had already finished the physics portion for exams, sir and I decided to have a chat “on life”. We weren’t so close or anything but we began talking about ourselves. Eventually we got to his relationships. He had dated a few girls before and it didn’t work out with them.

At this point, I still don’t understand how I had the courage to do it, but I asked him if he had ever dated a boy. I thought he would shout at me and end the conversation then and there. However, he looked at me and said “uhhh” and asked “have you dated a boy before?”

I paused and replied “does one hook up count?” We both looked at each other and broke out into laughter. Armaan sir said while laughing “you are a naughty boy” and I joked “maybe I really am”. Gradually we fell silent and stared at each other.

When we realised that the stare was longer than expected we looked away. Our eyes kept meeting hesitantly a couple of times, till we stared deep into each other’s eyes. I felt a touch on my thigh.

Armaan sir’s hand was on it. His hand was huge with a gold ring on it and his fingers were thick and firm. I looked at his hand, and then at him. He then held my hand, which shot sparks up my body and he moved it towards his thigh. From his thigh, he guided my hands to what was between his thighs.

He still looked hesitant, as if he had never done this before. I knew that no one was coming home any time soon, so I took my own hand, held his, and took him to my bedroom. Just before we entered the bedroom he stopped and looked like he was going to leave.

I could not lose the chance of sleeping with him, so before he could walk away I brought him close to me and put my hand directly on his crotch.

His hesitation vanished as I started to massage him, while slowly pulling him into my bedroom. I dodged his attempts to kiss me so that I could take control of him when he became more desperate.

I closed the door behind and pushed him to a wall, vigorously massaging his pants with my right hand. I took his left hand and put it on my backside. His right hand followed suit. He squeezed it gently and I moaned ever so softly.

All of a sudden, I stopped massaging him, put my left hand on his neck, and I kissed him deep. He was taken aback. He stopped for a second and then kissed me again. Armaan Sir’s lips were soft and his stubble was grainy.

We kissed passionately with our tongues touching each other intermittently. I felt his hands pull me closer to him and his kisses were moving towards my neck. My left hand was still on his neck, and I moved my right hand to his head.

I tugged on his hair as he kissed my neck and sometimes he used his teeth. His rough stubble was rubbing against my skin, and we were getting a little more aggressive.

I could see Armaan sir’s desperation. His eyes were fiery, and he wanted me like no one else. He tucked out his shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it. I grabbed hold of his hands before he could get shirtless and whispered in his ear “let me undress you sir”.

When he heard the word “sir” his eyes shut in ecstasy and his breath got significantly heavier. I felt his warm breath caress my skin and it brushed through my neck. “Say..uhh..that again..Abeer” he said in a muffled voice. “I want to undress you…sir”.

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I didn’t see it, but I felt his knees going weak, his body getting warm and each breath of his getting sharper. Evidently, he had been fantasising to fuck a student for so long. I took a finger down his chest and kissed him each time I opened a button.

I removed his shirt and saw his body for the first time. He didn’t have abs, but his chest was so well defined, his arms were massive and his obliques were sharp, pointing towards his pants.

He had a thin layer of hair all over his chest and dark brown nipples that were waiting to be licked. I ogled at his body for a whole minute like a child looking at chocolate. I wanted to eat him, all of him.

Think of that one teacher you wanted to fuck and imagine yourself in my situation. How would you kiss him, how would you make him want you?

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