Learning To Live

A/N: Thanks to those that have reviewed.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Anal, Spanking, Launguage


Chapter Two




Monday came too early for Mattie’s liking, the weekend had been long and boring but had gone by too fast. Rain had come in late last night, a light mist was still making the ground muddy. Students were still gossiping about the fight that took place on Friday. Being the subject of conversation would cause anyone to be uncomfortable.


Teachers were looking at him with undisguised pity, making him want to leave class. Most of the swelling had gone down, leaving a blue tint on both cheeks. The good news was all teeth were intact and his lip was already healing.


Chemistry II was what he’d been dreading since Friday night, where he’d have to face his nemesis. Going to school with all guys sucked at times, the male species loved to embellish a contest of fists. There were rumors of what had occurred during the fight, all lies but they didn’t care. Mattie hadn’t punched him once, nor had Micah constantly slammed his head into the ground. Someone was declaring that the fight had started over Micah stealing his girlfriend, this one made him laugh.


Trying to keep a low profile he entered the lab early, beating everyone there. Mrs. Carlson only greeted him before going back to her lesson plan. He grimaced recalling the assignment she’d given them on Friday, the cause of the fight. It was a project they had to do on their own time, instead of homework.


Laughter had Mattie looking up from the bag, to see the group falling in. The last person he wanted to see, yet would be forced to look at. Micah actually sat at the table in front of him, along with Scott. Two students were assigned to the eight tables in the lab, keeping the class small.


Keeping his eyes from roaming to the large figure was hard. He could feel the eyes boring into him, trying to make him squirm in the seat. A pencil was retrieved from his bag, as the teacher called for everyone to take their seat and shut up.


“Okay, enough, there will be no more talk until class is over.” Her voice boomed over the small whispers still going around. “For today’s assignment we will be pairing up with another table due to lack of supplies. Table A and B will combine, then follows, C with D, E with F and G with H.”


His stomach twisted as she came around with brown folders, tossing one on the table. He was on table H, which meant Scot and Micah would have to move over to join with them. His normal partner was Paul, a rather goofy blonde, that always needed help with his work.


“Now, I want someone from each section to come forth and retrieve enough lab coats then head back without any fuss.”


“Yo, beanbag, how about go fetch our coats for us.” Scott directed the order to him, being lazy naturally.


“Fine, only because I don’t want you touching mine.” Mattie sneered at his roomy, smelling the alcohol from there. Also, it got him away from the table, Micah was pulling his chair up.


The four quickly got enough lab coats and goggles before rushing back to the tables. He tried to lag behind a bit, without being too obvious as to what he was doing. Everyone else was putting on their white coats when he made it back to the table.


“Wow, do you see this shit?” Paul elbowed him lightly, looking at the list of chemicals they were to play with. “Think we could blow something up with this stuff?”


“I don’t know,” Micah did but wasn’t going to inform him of which chemicals he shouldn’t be mixing. The other three coats were placed on the black surface, within reaching distance of everyone. He slid his on, hating how it clung to his form. A smirk tilted his lips, the damn thing was incredibly loose on Mattie, so large, he was shocked the boy could see his arms.


The tension around Mattie was so thick, it was hard to focus on what was going on. He knew that the other students were waiting to see if another fight would break out. He hated to disappoint them, he had a strict rule to get his ass kicked only once a year.


“Here are your supplies, I suggest you work as a team to get all of the data collected before the end of class.” She placed a large brown box on their table before proceeding to the front of the class. “Begin.”


‘This is going to be complicated,’ Micah looked over the list. They had thirty compounds to make in an hour’s time. Damn shame, he had gotten stuck with two dimwits and a guy he refused to speak to.


As if sensing his dismay, Paul opened his mouth to prove the point. “What the hell is this? Do we have that in here? Cool, so how do you want to do this?”


“You three just combine it all together and I’ll just jump out of the window.” Mattie mumbled under his breath, one could hope. Okay, he liked Paul, one couldn’t fault the dude for being an idiot. He could sincerely do without Scott as a lab partner, the fucker was already nodding off at the table. It would be impossible to get any work done with this team.


“Let Mattie and me do the mixing, you can take the notes.” Micah decided to bite the bullet, he needed to pass this class. His grades were already dropping, he wouldn’t fail because he didn’t care for the twerp.


The suggestion had come from his nemesis, did Micah have any idea what he was saying? Mattie had no say in the matter obviously! Paul was already switching spots with his foe, putting him right beside Mattie. Fine, he could do this for an hour, he’d just pretend it was someone else.




By the time detention rolled around Mattie was tired and put out. Chem had dragged on, he’d been glad to get out of there. It was hard to work when you and your partner spoke to each other in clipped tones. What had really bothered him was that queer smile he kept catching on Micah’s face. What was worse, he knew it had been directed towards him.


A friendly smile would have crept him out just the same, what had he been thinking? Common sense declared that he really didn’t want to know what had crossed that vile mind. The image had stayed with him the remainder of the day, even during lunch. No amount of reading could force it from his mind, that’s how much it had unnerved Mattie.


“Come on in,” Mr. Marren indicated that he should shut the door. He did as he was asked, without thinking. Detention would last for two hours, leaving enough time to get dinner.


He placed the bag next to the large desk, assuming they’d be grading papers or something. It’d been almost two weeks since any sex had occurred, it was hard to find a private place. The sound of the desk drawer opening had him looking towards the noise. Fear and anticipation rolled through his gut, eyeing the tube of lube. Marren wasn’t wasting any time either, hands were going for the belt holding the slacks in place.


“I’m disappointed in you Mattie,” that wasn’t what he should be saying. Large hands were holding the belt, letting it dangle. “Something occurred to me, and I don’t think I like it. I couldn’t understand why you’d start a fight with someone twice your size, much less Mr. Hallen. You do realize that the boy is studying boxing, with the school’s permission of course. Do you realize the damage he could have done to you?”


HELL NO! He hadn’t known that about his nemesis, he knew hardly anything. How the hell was he supposed to know that he was picking a fight with someone that could have knocked his ass out cold without blinking. It wouldn’t shock him if the fucker was training to become a professional wrestler.


Mattie remained still as the older man approached him. The man’s short dark brown hair had strips of grey showing, although his face was wrinkle free. He was by no means a handsome man, only mildly attractive, the signs of a pimple problem during youth marking his cheeks. The chin was his best features, a noble square chin that made him look appealing. Normal brown eyes narrowed in his direction, Mattie wasn’t sure if he liked that look.


Hands automatically went for the plain blue slacks, that made up his school uniform. The button held no resistance, nor did the boxers underneath. He failed to move, even as the clothing was suddenly snatching down around his feet. It wasn’t the first time his lover had gotten forceful towards him, he was looking forward to it.


“Since you are serving detention, it is only fitting that you be punished for your stupidity. Get your ass over the desk, not a word.”


He complied, finding it hard to walk with clothing around his feet. The wooden desk wasn’t the best place to lean over, being so slim it painfully dug into his ribs. Bending over with his rear directed towards the teacher had him feeling slightly uncomfortable. He’d been spanked once by Marren already, that time it had occurred over the knees, it had been wonderful.


The first sting of the belt across his tender skin, had him reaching to grip the edge of the desk. The impact seared the skin, forming a welt instantly. His forehead landed on the cool surface as the next slap sounded in the room. Mattie couldn’t help but moan, half in pain, mostly in pleasure. A stiff hand landed on the left cheek, caressing where the blow had struck. Without fail, the belt hissed through the air, abusing the exposed part.


“How many lashes do you deserve? I want to know why you and Hallen were fighting.”


He couldn’t be sure but he thought he detected a hint of jealousy. Marren’s voice was cut short by another sound thwack across his bare ass.


“He pissed me off, Sir.” he pressed back into the palm, wanting more of the gentle touch.


“That isn’t good enough,” The man placed a slap, using his hand this time. There was no objection to the harsh treatment. Instead, Marren reached over to retrieve the tube of lubrication.


The disgusting squirt of the bottle didn’t kill the mood, Mattie was too enraptured with the burning of his backside. He couldn’t help it, his cock was rock hard. The blood having rushed south at the first indication of pain. He didn’t want his lover carving words into his chest but did love to be spanked or fucked hard.


There was a moment of silence, then he felt the tip of a finger ghosting over the narrow slit between his cheeks. It trailed down, stopping at the puckered entrance. The muscles tightened in anticipation, working with the pulling tension in his groin.


“Do you want to tell me why I spied him staring at you today?”


What the hell was he talking about? Mattie didn’t want to talk right now, oh no, not as the finger pushed forward. “Uhhh, whooo?”


“Micah Hallen,” The teacher responded, as if Mattie should know exactly who he was referring to. The finger wiggled until it was buried deep in the boy’s ass.


With a quick motion it hit his spot, driving him wild. Pre-cum was leaking from his tip, he so wanted to fondle his erection. Heat coursed through his veins, Mattie was getting into it. Teeth scraped and bit into his shoulder, Mr. Marren was leaning over his prone form. It should have indicated that the bite was a tad too much, if only his cock wasn’t throbbing with need. The finger was thrusting slowly, brushing over but never really hitting his area of joy.


“Answer,” the demand came with a stab against his prostate.


“Don’t know,” He screamed into the wood as another finger was forced deep, instantly joining the first in terrorizing his walls. Mattie really had no clue as to what he was referring to. If Micah had been watching him it was probably to scope out the chances of finishing the fight.


A heavy sigh escaped his bird chest, hearing the sound of a zipper. He was horny, the fingers were removed, leaving his ass feeling vacant. Mr. Marren wasn’t well endowed, having been blessed with only six inches of meat. That worked well for him, the boy really wasn’t into intense pain of that kind. What the man had did the job, being curved at the end, the cock had a way of playing with his sweet spot.


Feeling the tip teasing the corded muscle, he arched his back, seeking it out. With a hard thrust, he was penetrated and left squeezing the hard cock. Times like this he was thankful that the man didn’t have a huge cock or he’d be left walking funny.


“Ugh,” there it went, hitting against his prostate as it slammed deep. Yes, Mattie could be a noisy little bitch when he was getting plowed. Not knowing much pleasure growing up, he was overwhelmed at the sensations. Jacking off didn’t compare to this, not when one liked to be stretched and filled. “Harder, oh, fuck my ass.”


The teacher did as he requested, grabbing a firm hold on his hips. He whimpered as the cock began driving fast and hard, pounding without reserve. The harsh cries from the older man overrode his, the voice coming in loud pants. A slap against his right cheek made his cock twitch in joy, the palm cracked again.


The sting of the punishment was barely felt, nothing could take Mattie’s attention away from the feel of the hard rod thrusting and riding him from behind. His balls were ready for release, his cock was wanting stimulation.


Fingernails pierced the plush padding of his rear, sending a shiver down his spine. Mr. Marren was going all out, the sound of him ramming home filled the room. Mattie encircled his hands on his own bobbing penis, placing it in a tight grip. Then lightly stroked the erect length, only a minute of the attention and he was crying out.


The tension snapped, a wave of pleasure washed over him, erupting from his cock. It caused the passage to pinch and contract, bringing the teacher to climax. He loved it when Marren continued to fuck even as he came. The throbbing inside his hole was a unique feeling, he tightened around the girth in reflex, wanting to hold it there.


“Mmmm,” The heavy form was crushing his lighter one but he didn’t complain. He licked his parched lips in contentment.


“You never answered my question, why was he looking at you?”


“I said I didn’t know, what’s the big deal?” Mattie didn’t like the implication he heard in his voice. He wasn’t sure what it meant but still, it was there just the same. “Look the guy hates me okay, and he said something that pissed me off. I hit him first and got my ass handed to me in the process, so what. Not the first time someone larger has punched me, it won’t be the last.”


“Hn, very well, I won’t pressure you about it.” Mr. Marren moved away, taking the warmth with him.


“Good,” He didn’t want to move, he wanted to sleep. Mattie didn’t see how people claimed to want to keep fucking. After one good blowout and he was ready to crash on the bed. What was the point of going and going? Better yet, how could someone remain hard? He could feel his own deflated pecker, yep, it had enough.


“You need to get dressed and head to dinner.”


“Fine,” Maybe he’d eat then head to bed. There was homework to be done, it could wait. The discarded clothes were quickly slipped on, hastily seeing that he was about to get the boot.


Nothing else was said as he retrieved his belongings and walked towards the door. A deep feeling of disappointment settled into his gut as he turned to see his lover already searching through a stack of tests. No thank you, no I’ll see you later Babe, or A get the fuck out. Sighing, he stepped out into the hall and leaned on the closed door.




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