Biology

"All right," Mr. Henry said finally.

Justin swallowed but didn't reply. Mr. Henry was still holding him, and the longer his arms were around Justin, the more Justin's hard on increased.

"So, how this tutoring will work, we've already established -- you do something for me, and I do something for you. Right?"

"I -- I guess so," Justin answered in a shaky voice.

Mr. Henry's hand brushed over the front of Justin's jeans, against the bulge of his erection, and Justin whimpered.

"Come along," Mr. Henry said suddenly, and Justin, confused and not a little freaked out about being so turned on, followed Mr. Henry into the back room.

The back room was where most of the supplies were kept, and Justin blinked when he saw the set of glass containers next to the sink. Okay, so Mr. Henry had...kind of molested him, and was now goign to have him do some cleaning?

There was another lab table back there, cleared of any junk except one stack of papers.

"Okay, up you go," Mr. Henry said blandly while he moved the stack.

Justin stood, his cheeks burning, and twisting the fingers of one hand with the other. "I...what?"

"Remember? You do something for me, and I," Mr. Henry paused, his eyes flicking up and down Justin's body. "And I do soemthing for you."

"Um. I...oh, okay," Justin answered unhappily. He didn't want to stay, he really didn't, even though Mr. Henry's voice just made him harder, and he couldn't stop looking at Mr. Henry's hands, wondering how it would feel if this man touched him more. He turned around slowly and boosted himself up onto the table, facing Mr. Henry but with his head hanging so he wouldn't have to meet his teacher's gaze.

"Now, lie back," Mr. Henry said briskly, as though this were a regular experiment. Blushing, Justin complied.

"Now, let's see," Mr. Henry murmured, lowering Justin's zipper with practiced ease after popping the button of his jeans.

Justin could feel himself blushing all over, not just his face, when his cock sprang free, slapping against his abdomen. But Mr. Henry made a sound that was sort of...appreciative, and wrapped his fingers around Justin's erect cock, sliding them up, over, and then down, tightening his grip as Justin gasped and thrust up into Mr. Henry's fist.

"Oh, god, I don't know...please," Justin said, his voice cracking on the last word.

"Ssshh, sssh," Mr. Henry said. He leaned over Justin, while Justin laid out on the table like some kind of experiment Mr. Henry was working on. "You're a very pretty boy, Justin; do you know that?"

"I..." Justin turned his head, gasping as Mr. Henry sped the pace of his strokes.

"Go on now, you can thrust up," Mr. Henry said. His voice was kind, but there was an edge to it -- fascination, or something else? "This must feel good, hmm? Anyone else touched you like this?"

"No, never, no one has," Justin said quickly, emphatically, and Mr. Henry laughed.

"All right, all right, I believe you." His face came closer, and Justin, without thinking, licked his lips.

Then Mr. Henry's mouth was on his, even as he palmed Justin's balls with his free hand, and kept a tight fist working over Justin's hard-on with the other.

"Oh, god, Mr. Henry, I ... oh god," Justin whimpered.

"Tell me you like it," Mr. Henry whispered in his ear, and then raked blunt teeth down Justin's neck.

Justin's back arched, and he cried out as he pumped his hips up, snapping them faster and faster. "I like it, I...Mr....oh, please, I like it, god!"

"Come on then," Mr. Henry said, and that fascinated edge was back in his voice. He thumbed over Justin's cockhead hard, and Justin shuddered and then grunted as he came, for the first time with someone else touching his body.

He lay there, panting, and looked up to see Mr. Henry smiling at him.

"Okay, that'll be all for today," Mr. Henry said with a short nod, leaving Justin alone in the room, dazed and trying to get dressed so he could head home and start his schoolwork.

****End Part 2****

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