Dude, That's My Teacher!

Chapter 3: Halloween

Several boring months pass with nothing interesting occuring, so it is now Halloween.

The school held a Halloween all-day event where you could come to school dressed up and partake in various activities, games, and several very lame 'scary hallways'.

Spencer had rolled his eyes at these amateurs- who did they think they were? George Romero? Sam Raimi? Tobe Hooper? He scoffed at the thought any of these imbeciles would try to make anything scary. Even a kitten is scarier than they are.

The young male had made his costume by himself- and it was fucking perfect. He was a zombie/pirate/robot and nobody could say otherwise. Complete with a generic pirate hat and eyepatch, he had even managed to score some realistic fake blood and a fake, realistic-looking sword.

Shanilla and Rajeev had helped him acquire some aspects to his costume, but he had planned to reveal all of its glory to his friends at the school. Spencer currently sat in Billy's classroom, proudly showing off his costume to all passersby. He got some compliments, some critiques, and a lot of looks. Bay walked into the classroom five minutes after the late bell, one hand adjusting her azure-haired wig.

Spencer watched her settle in the seat next to his, like always, and questioned her on what exactly she was dressed up as. The older teen scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Are you serious?! How can you not know about Ha-"

"Miku," The teacher called. His sharp, icy blue (they had to be contacts!) eyes locked on Bay. The girl went silent immediately and the two shared a gaze before Spencer butted in.

"Who-ku?"
"Miku. Hatsune Miku, a vocalized robotic entity from Japan- technically a program," Billy said, arms crossed behind his back. "It was written to be a voice software and had the persona of a longhaired young lady with a feminine robotic voice. There are several versions of the program, but Hatsune Miku is the most popular."

Spencer stared, partially confused and partially studying what his teacher had dressed up to be for the special Halloween day. The man seemed to be wearing contacts that looked way too real- making his eyes an icy blue with narrow, catlike pupils. It seemed he had dyed his hair a pale, slightly dark blue shade. Spencer hoped that was temporary. The clothes weren't too out of place- slightly ripped and faded jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a short jean-jacket.

He would appear to be intimidating if Spencer didn't know better. The young teen felt his eyes droop a bit. Uh-oh. Staying up all night before school to work on a costume was finally getting to him. Spencer crossed his arms on his desk and nodded off, resting his head on them. He heard Billy drone on for a few minutes before dripping into a dreamstate.

In the dream, Spencer was wide awake. He appeared to be in detention- the rest of the seats in the classroom contained a few kids. About 10ish. He looked around, blinked, then stared forward in time to see Billy standing in front of him. Spencer jolted, looking up at him.

"M-Mr. Cobra?"
The man didn't reply, instead he pulled Spencer out of his chair and set him on Billy's desk. Billy went to work on Spencer's trousers- pulling them down just past his hips and halfway down his thighs. Spencer squeaked and blushed as his teacher fished out the boy's half-hard manhood. He was about to protest- this felt way too real and people in the room were starting to stare! Oh god. Before Spencer could get any words out, though, Billy was already making good time on making him hard.

The adult's mouth graced the youngster's sex, kissing the tip and massaging the shaft. Spencer surpressed a moan, biting his lips and covering his face with his hands. Billy's tongue trailed along the head of Spencer's dick, feeling the organ stiffen and twitch in his grasp.

In one go, Billy's mouth plunged down on Spencer's cock, taking in as much of it as possible. Spencer let out a shaky moan, eyes screwing shut as the overwhelming pleasure of a warm, wet orifice around his manhood washed over him.

It felt amazingly good and very, very real. Spencer could feel himself getting close, so close, when-

Someone was shaking his shoulder. With a tired voice and blurry vision, Spencer opened his eyes and spoke. "Nnnnh?"

"Ah, good. You ain't dead," said the person in front of him. Spencer grunted in response and rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands. God. He was so tired. The teen yawned and looked around the room, noticing once his vision returned to normal that it was utterly empty.

He'd slept through the whole hour and fourty minutes of class.

Spencer stretched and shuffled his books into his backpack. "Sorry, Mr. Cobra. Didn't mean to sleep through your class..."

"No problem. Given the opportunity, I'd do it too." Billy chuckled, leaning his hip against his desk. The young teen admired the way he looked for a moment, and then realized something.

Spencer still had a boner- and it didn't seem to want to go away peacefully.

The teen cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, face reddening. "S-so, Mr. C., did you give out any work today?"

"Naw. You're free to hop on outta here if you want."
"A-are you gonna go round the school and see the attractions?"
Billy scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Psh, no way bro. For one, I hate scary stuff. Even if it's blatantly fake. For two, I don't want to be here longer than I need to be. Schools are such a drag," Billy fished his keys out of his desk.

Spencer picked his backpack up off of the floor and held it casually at an angle that shielded his nethers and didn't look out of place. "Yeah, I'm not going either. These people wouldn't know horror if it walked up and punched them in the mouth."

Billy laughed and walked alongside the teen as they exited the classroom. The teacher locked the door behind them and exited the school with Spencer.

"So, you need a ride today or you gonna walk home?"

"I-I think I'll walk home today, Mr. Cobra... Thank you for the offer though!" Spencer quickly paced away as Billy slid into his car.

Spencer hoped the walk home would kill his need for some sort of stimulation.