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Teach Me Sensei! 1/2

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"Sensei!" Teddie chirped, running up to Souji with an umbrella. The blond boy smiled intently at Souji's surprised face. Teddie wasn't often seen outside of Junes, but it was raining, so it must have meant his duty as mascot was let off. "Wanna hang out? I have a couple of things to ask you!" The other boy thought about his decision for a moment and nodded with a small smile that just made Teddie beam with happiness. "Great! Can we go to your house? Yosuke's room is so boooring, he won't let me touch anything!" Together, the two walked out of the shopping district to the short road that led to the Dojima residence. When they got inside, they saw a curled up Nanako in front of the TV, a blanket covering her lithe form, and her hand holding the remote as she slept. Souji smiled at her innocent form and Teddie resisted the urge to go and hug her. Nanako-chan was just so adorable~

They tip-toed quietly up the stairs into Souji's room and Teddie made a sound of amazement. "Whoooooa, Sensei! Your room is so clean and comfy in comparison to Yosuke's!" Teddie didn't stop himself from exploring Souji's room - he looked at his calendar (which was marked with when they met up, when it rained, etc), he looked at the books Souji left on the couch, and he sat comfortably on his rolled up futon. "Heheheh, it's so nice here, Sensei!" Souji looked around sheepishly since there wasn't all that much here. Just what did Yosuke hide from Teddie that made him so deprived?

"Oh, oh! I remembered what I wanted to ask you Sensei!" Teddie cried enthusiastically, jumping off the futon with his hands undoing his pants. A shock went through Souji and he fumbled forward to Teddie to stop him from taking off his clothes any further. "No, no, Sensei! This is what I wanted to show you!" Teddie swatted Souji's hands away and removed all his clothes until he was boxer clad, plopped himself back on Souji's futon, and stuck his hand in his pants. Souji stared with his mouth agape, unable to process what was happening. Teddie pushed his small boxers down a little and Souji watched with intense interest as his hand was displayed holding onto his pink, cute... wait, what was Souji thinking?!

"The other night, I saw Yosuke do this," Teddie spoke and moved his hand along the length of his penis. He flinched and turned red as his length slowly started to twitch and become harder while his hand stroked a bit faster. "I was too afraid to ask what he was doing and why, but it seemed really fun because he kept making these weird sounds and he was breathing really hard!" Teddie was beginning to pant as his hand stroked faster, but stopped when his arm suddenly became shaking. He looked up at Souji with his big blue eyes and Souji just felt his insides melt. "Can you teach me, Sensei? Or, or maybe you can show me how to do it!" Souji's eyes widened, but he didn't react quickly when Teddie lunged at Souji's pants, pulling them down skillfully.

"Ah, Teddie, I don't thi -" Souji started, but Teddie had already pushed down his boxers and pushed him onto the futon. Teddie sat in front of him with a determined expression and perked up at full attention like his cute little erection. Souji blushed with embarrassment, unable to think properly, but just let his right hand latch onto his own growing member and let his hormones take over. His eyes closed together to block out Teddie's presence, but he could just tell Teddie was staring at him like some new creature popped out of nowhere, only making his hand stroke faster. For some reason, Souji enjoyed being watched and he could feel the thrill making his heart beat quickly like his hand on his shaft.