Chemistry help

Construction criticism is encouraged. It makes me a better writer.

I wrote this *ages* ago, just 'cuz I was bored.

This will probably be the only chapter. I already have a 12k words teacher/student thing. And it is referenced.

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Phil was a nerd. One of those geeks in school who did all their math homework and hoped for more. He was driven by conservative values. That is until he met Cameron Smith, the AP Chemistry teacher at his high school.

Cameron Smith was young, and knew everything he needed to know about chemistry, and then some. He wasn’t adored on campus, like Davis was, however, he had several fans (mostly girls) who giggled as he would pass in the halls, his white teeth flashing in a smile. He was sarcastic and a snazzy dresser.

Phil idolized him from the start, and soon found himself in the clubs he sponsored. Much more significantly, though, Phil came to have erotic thoughts about Smith when masturbating. At first he was shocked as an image of Smith’s goateed mouth flashed in his mind. But he imagined Smith’s mouth around his member, and soon, this became a thought that frequented his mind during this activity. Though it made Chemistry slightly awkward, as he stared at the young teacher’s body in a much different way than he had, previously.

Though he never let it slip in front of Mr. Smith, he had let his crush be known, through accident, to a friend, when he muttered: “If Smith had a whip, I wouldn’t take my eyes off him.”

Not too long after this faux-pas, he was alone in Smith’s room, after school, for an explicit note written about Smith.

“Phil, I trust you. Do you have any idea who wrote this?” He held a pink, heart shaped note.

“No.” Phil said honestly, hiding his eyes behind his shaggy brown hair.

“This looks really bad. I mean, think about it. It looks like I’m sleeping with my student.”

“Would that be all that bad?” Phil asked, daring to look at his crush from behind his hair.

“If I like my job, yes.”

“If you knew that you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, get caught, would you?” Phil asked, heart beating painfully fast. He’d had thoughts like this before. They were always followed by mad hott sex.

“Well, I think the answer is ‘no’.”

“If you lock the doors, we couldn’t get caught.”

Strangely, Smith did. He moved, jerkily, as if some part of him was resisting. Phil was shocked that worked. But he was sure that the part of him resisting would cease, soon.

Phil started to undo Smith’s belt, dropping to his knees. Never before had a belt given him so much trouble. Then, the pants and boxers came down quick. Phil had a moment to consider the dark patch of hair surrounding his prize. Phil was initially able to fit the entire package into his mouth. But, after moving his head back and forth a few times, his lips only grazed the pubic hair he didn’t admire earlier. Phil would glide up and down the shaft with the whole of his mouth, then swirl his tongue along the head.

“Hands. Use them.” Smith commanded. Phil moved his hands forward, and massaged everything and anything he could touch. He did this until Smith was forcing his head away. Now, Phil became aware of the ache in his knees from kneeling on the ground.

Smith looked very odd. He still had his button-up shirt on, yet he was fully erect, and his pants were half-way down his legs.

“Bend over the desk,” he said. Phil complied, sure he knew what was to come, pulling off his pants as he bent over.

Smith started to push himself in. Phil was tight, and obviously a virgin, at least to this kind of sex. He entered slowly, as they didn’t have any lubrication besides the saliva that Smith’s penis was already covered in. With a free hand, Smith reached around and played with Phil’s awakening cock. The boy moaned at such dual stimulation. Then, Smith spit on his own hand, and wrapped it firmly around the base of the boy’s erection.

Smith then began to slide in and out of Phil’s hole, pumping his hand up and down at the same time.

Phil was aroused enough to know that his pre-cum was being added to the saliva that made Smith’s hand move faster and faster up and down his cock. And that their breathing was becoming more and more shallow.

Phil could feel a strange, warm wetness inside him, but he barely had to time realize it, as he was spilling his white seed all over the desk in front of him, moaning all the time.

They sat to regain their breath.

“Mr. Smith, in something completely unrelated to what just happened, I think I will need help on my Chemistry homework. Every week.” Phil said, with a smirk, his hair misplaced by the recent activities.

“Well, now,” Smith was smiling broadly, “I can always stay after school to help.”

“I think I would get the point better if you taught with a whip.” Phil said, daring to speak part of his fantasy.

Smith laughed for bit, then, “I happen to have one.”