27

Lost and Found

Oga hated waiting. He hated waiting while hungry much more, but the worst was waiting and horny. "Class please turn to page 64. Himekawa read the first paragraph."

Of course the punk with the tacky pompadour tried to hassle Mr. Furuichi about reading out loud, but the student got on with it anyway. When the bell finally rang for lunch, all of the student's tore out of Mr. Furuichi's classroom except for the teacher's not-so-favorite delinquent. "I don't know what you're still doing here Mr. Oga, but it's lunch time. Leave me alone." Mr. Furuichi stuffed the papers into his briefcase and tried to move as fast as he could back to the teacher's lounge. He didn't want a repeat of last week's detention. "You've been avoiding me, teach. What gives?"

Mr. Furuichi grabbed the door handle only to be stopped by a strong hand coming from behind him. "I-I'm not avoiding. Just tired. I go home." Furuichi knew what he was saying didn't make sense, he just wanted out of there. "You smell good, teach. Like strawberries." Oga leaned up against Furuichi's back to smell more of his hair and Furuichi blushed when something hard pressed against his backside. "I don't want to do this."

"Aw c'mon teach. You're such a liar. If that was true then what's going on here?"

Oga reached around to palm Mr. Furuichi's forming erection. He was a grown man, the teacher tried to reason with himself, reactions were normal even though he didn't really want it, right? "Hah-" Furuichi slapped a hand over his mouth when Oga reached into his khaki trouser pants to rub the tip of his sensitive cock. "Gods your so hot, teach. Fuck- I can't wait anymore."

Mr. Furuichi jolted when he heard Oga's belt jingling behind. "Are you crazy? We'll get caught! These are still school hours!"

"So, you do want it, don't you, Ta-ka-yu-ki."

The zing that traveled up the teacher's spine was enough to surrender. That had never happened before. Arching into Oga's front like a contented cat, he wanted to feel that again. Oga's eyes clamped shut, telling his dick not to come until he was buried deep inside the sexy teacher's hole. "Not here."

Confused, the teacher moved as fast as his legs would take him being dragged by the forceful delinquent, papers spilling out of his suitcase. The teacher stared at the little closet confused. "Lost and found?"

"Yes. Now, in!"

The door closed behind him, but Mr. Furuichi just couldn't wrap his head around where this sexcapade had taken them. "Wouldn't it be better to go to the nurses office?"

"You read too much manga. This is the best place for quickies. Turn around."

"But I've n-never…"

Oga cursed and reached inside his pocket. Mr. Furuichi tried to keep quiet when Oga turned him against the wall. The clothes hanging inside the closet made it easier to muffle sounds Furuichi thought to keep himself from thinking about the cold, slimy finger trying to prod his tight hole. "Relax, teach. I know what I'm doing." Furuichi forced himself to relax, trying to forget the foreign objects pushing into his ass. Oga was impatient for more, but this angle was so hot. Being Mr. Furuichi's first, Oga would take all the time in the world to prepare that virgin hole to take him in all the way. "Mm!"

When Oga found that little spot, he pressed onto it until the teacher came on the wall. "I can't do..anymore." Oga turned the teacher around to tongue deep in his throat. "The fuck you can't. I'm coming inside you whether you like it or say you don't."

"No- more!"

Oga hissed when Furuichi welcomed him inside. The teacher wrapped lithe legs around Oga's middle, arching from both pain and pleasure. "Tatsumi!" Oga snarled and grasped the hips quaking from the onslaught of new sensations and slapped them down to meet his. "Mm hmm oh fuck. Oga," Mr. Furuichi's teary eyes begged Oga, "I..can't."

"Almost...there!"

"Nnngh!"

Oga shuddered when Furuichi's spasming hole sucked out every drop of come and smiled triumphantly when it started to seep out of the teacher's hole. "Looks like I broke the condom. Oh well." Oga bucked one more time into Furuichi, and Furuichi thought he was going to faint for sure. Oga hadn't noticed the ribbons of cum splattered over his school shirt until the teacher pointed it out. "We're a mess. How am I supposed to go back to work now?"

"Easy, teach. Where do you think we are?"

"Ugh, I'm taking three hot showers when I get home. This is disgusting."

"Then next time," Oga slammed Mr. Furuichi back onto the wall with a grip over the silver-headed teacher's jaw, "don't avoid me."

The teacher went home early that day complaining about a stomach ache. No one questioned his sudden change of clothes or the fact that a certain delinquent ditched around the same time the teacher left. Staring at the brunet student happily eating a Gari Gari Kun ice pop beside him on the train ride home, Furuichi wondered for the thousandth time, what the hell just happened?