Biology

Justin shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot while he watched Mr. Henry mark up a set of tests.

Finally Mr. Henry looked up at him. "Yes?"

"Um. You said you wanted me to come after school, not right away, but like an hour later?" Justin clutched his arm uncertainly.

Mr. Henry rose, and Justin swallowed. Mr. Henry was the teacher that most of the students were nervous around. All the girls had crushes on him because he was so handsome, and most of the boys imitated the way he held himself or talked.

But Justin was failing Bio miserably. He just couldn't seem to understand some of the basic concepts, even though he tried. He didn't study at home much, mostly because it was just so frustrating, but every time he couldn't get it, he pictured Mr. Henry standing above him, looking down at him with an expression of disappointment.

"You know you're in danger of failing this class, don't you, Justin?" Mr. Henry took off his glasses and cleaned them.

Tears sprang to Justin's eyes. "I...I know. I'm sorry! I'm trying, really I am."

Mr. Henry sighed and leaned against his desk. "Now, I've asked around, and it seems like your parents would not be able to afford a tutor."

Justin felt his face flush bright red. Yeah, his mom worked in retail and his dad was between jobs, so they definitely weren't going to pay someone just to help him pass a class. His grades were the least of their worries, even though Justin himself wanted to do well.

Mr. Henry gazed at him shrewdly. "Justin, I'm going to propose something. If you come after school three days a week, and be my assistant -- cleaning out beakers, helping me set up experiments, that kind of thing -- I'll not only give you the standard after-school help one afternoon a week, but tutor you on the other two days so that you'll be able to perform better in class."

"Really? Oh, thank you," Justin blurted out. He looked down at his sneakers in embarassment, but it really was a huge deal that Mr. Henry could help him out like that. "Should I start now?" he added, peeking up at Mr. Henry through the shaggy hair falling into his eyes.

Mr. Henry cleared his throat. "Why don't you check out what's in that microscope over there first? Just draw a picture of the cells you see on the slide, while I finish grading this set of tests."

"Okay!" Justin flung his shoulder bag on one of the lab tables, and went over to the area Mr. Henry had pointed out.

A few minutes later, he was starting to get frustrated. He wasn't even paying attention to the sounds of Mr. Henry's pen on the paper, because he couldn't seem to get the microscope to focus.

"Here." Suddenly Mr. Henry was next to him. "You have to turn this knob."

"I tried that, and then it got more blurry," Justin explained.

He expected Mr. Henry to step in front, moving him aside, so he could focus the microscope. So he took a quick little breath of surprise when instead, Mr. Henry stepped behind him, and leaned over him to fiddle with the knobs.

"This will probably make it better," Mr. Henry murmured as he concentrated.

Justin couldn't stop blushing. He knew it was just that Mr. Henry needed to help him, but his teacher's body was pushed up right against his. It was fine, it was all for the after-school learning, but it made Justin feel uneasy and more than a little strange.

"Try it now." Mr. Henry's voice seemed a little hoarse.

"Okay." Justin bent his head once more. But though he'd assumed Mr. Henry would step away, his teacher remained right behind him, his breath warm on Justin's neck.

"I...almost," Justin said in frustration. He could see partial focus, but then when he touched the knob, the thing went out of wack again.

"I'll just have to do it again," Mr. Henry said genially. He stepped up, bringing him all the closer to Justin, and reached around with both hands to adjust the settings, a move that brought his arms around Justin's smaller frame.

Justin waited, saying, "Yeah, it's more in focus," or "no, it just got all messed up again" as Mr. Henry turned dials this way and that. Part of him wanted to say, "Maybe it's better if you look while you do it?" but he didn't want to tell Mr. Henry what to do, especially since his bio teacher was going to be so nice and tutor him and everything.

"That better?" Justin opened his mouth to say, no, it's more unfocused, when he realized that Mr. Henry was getting hard against his backside.

"Um..." Justin trailed off. There was a slight rocking motion, and Mr. Henry was sort of...oh god...rubbing against him.

"Because I think that's better," Mr. Henry whispered to him. One of his hands came down to curl around Justin's torso, and his other hand massaged Justin's chest. The movement made Justin have to bend forward a little, and behind him Mr. Henry made a small but unmistakable groan.

"I -- I don't think --" Justin stammered.

"YOu don't want to fail, do you?" Mr. Henry asked. He was definitely really hard now. Justin could feel the outline of his prick rubbing against his ass, and Mr. Henry moved one hand to grab Justin's hip and jerk him back against his hard on. "You know I could help you, Justin. You want me to help you, don't you?"

"I...oh..." Justin closed his eyes in shame. He couldn't afford to turn down Mr. Henry's offer, not if he wanted to stay on track and try to graduate on time. But he was scared of what he was getting himself into.

"Just...ssshhh," Mr. Henry said in a low voice. He bent Justin forward a little more, rubbing against him briskly now, his cock hard and heavy against Justin's small backside. "You're really a good kid, Justin, anyone can tell that," Mr. Henry told him as his hips began to pump forward.

And he could feel himself getting hard now, Justin thought in a panic. Every time Mr. Henry made one of those sounds in the back of his throat, or passed his fingertips over Justin's chest, flicking against and pinching his nipples, Justin's prick got more swollen. He couldn't believe he was getting turned on by this, by something he didn't want at all.

Behind him, Mr. Henry grunted, before pushing Justin down almost to a ninety degree angle over the counter. One hand ruffled Justin's hair and then held down his neck while Mr. Henry jutted his groin hard and harder and...

Mr. Henry came with a low cry, but no words, and Justin hung in his embrace, confused and too turned on to say anything himself.

****End Part 1****