Hot For Teacher
Author:
citybehindglass
Wordcount: 2,322
Pairing: Zacky/Brian
Rating: Nc-17 or whatever you call it
Summary: Nothing, just good ol' PWP. Zack has a love/hate relationship with his English teacher which
happens to escalate.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, it never happened. Fiction my friends.
Zack Baker loved English. Zack Baker hated his English teach, Mr. Haner. Zack Baker was Mr. Haner's favourite student, he was the only one who did his work in class, the only one who bothered to submit assignments worth marking. In fact, Zack Baker was the first and only person Mr. Haner gave merit awards to from his class.
Zack's compulsory English class was filled with what he thought he should call, a bunch of morons. There were his friends; Jacoby and Jimmy. The people that he associated with; James, Mick and their friends. Then there were the popular kids, lucky Zack who was put in a homeroom full of popular dickheads.
Probably the person he hated most was Brandan. He was rude, crude, stupid and to Zack, just another faceless name who wanted to make him pay for things he never did. When he had first started the year Brandan gave him an even harder time, he'd throw rocks at Zack and his friend amongst other things.
Brandan and him were going to fight it out one day, they were going to get into a fist fight, even though Zack knew he wouldn't stand a chance against him. But Brandan was stupid so he managed to get himself in trouble.
Now his English teacher was talking again, the man was full of himself, Zack didn't really hate him but they were very much alike, they both wanted things done to their standards and most time they agreed on things but then again there was the incident where Zack was eating in class and Mr. Haner took his packet of chips from his hands, scrunched it up and put it on his desk.
Zack was so pissed off at that, that he stood up and told the teacher off. It was the first time he had told Haner off. He wasn't afraid of him or anything, he just thought that maybe if he treated this teacher better than the others, then he'd respect him. Well he was wrong, after yelling at Mr. Haner, the teacher started giving him little saying which only Zack would probably get the meaning of.
Today although, the teacher was giving a lecture on how the class was disgusting and he was repulsed by how long it took them to 'unpack, sit down and shut up.' Finishing this lecture, Zack still had to go and get his novel.
He approached the teacher's desk in his usual fashion and asked politely:
"Mr. Haner, I have my book here to return can I go and get the other one?" He was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he said this.
"Of course you may Baker, but I need you to stay behind at lunch time. Tell the others to hurry the hell up while you're there." He replied, imitating Zack and waving his arms around.
Zack walked out the door, to the library, got his shit together and came back.
"So why do you think he's still wearing that arm band?" Jimmy asked him as he sat down.
"I don't know, maybe he sprained it while he was beating one off and he isn't resting it. He seems like a wanker to me." Zack said, Jimmy laughed.
"Oh my gosh. I'm going to kill this book in a minute, why the hell are they talking about chickens crossing the road and being pots of gold? It's an English class, not agri-fucking-culture." Jacoby groaned from his seat, his omnipresent ADHD kicking in.
"Dude, chill, it's fucking simple, the writer had nothing better to do and obviously worked at a take-a-way charcoal chicken place." Zack replied.
"Oh wow, you're so smart." Jacoby praised.
The class went by with Mr. Haner kicking Brandan out of the room and muttering to him self as he usually would, but loud enough for Mara, who was always at the front of the room to hear. She was popular and she was pretty dumb but she was funny in her stupidity.
The bell rang and Zack waited for every one to be gone, his bag packed not planning on spending the whole of lunch in the room.
"Do you know what this is about?" Mr. Haner asked him shutting the door.
"No, why would I?" Zack replied seating himself on top of a desk.
"It's about your assignment, I thought the essay on 'The History Of Shakespeare' was very well done." His voice droned on like the principal at assemblies.
"Ok, thanks." Zack replied cocking an eyebrow.
"But I think you should be thanking me a little better. The essay was good, but I've read better." The teacher replied.
"Oh, geez, thanks then Mr. Haner jr.Seriusly though, how would you like me to thank you?" Zacky mocked his eyebrow raising further in question. The teacher moved forward closing the gap between them. Zacky sprang back.
"Stay away, I know karate." He warned getting into a made up offensive stance.
"And I know weight lifting," Mr. Haner replied, "Don't think I didn't hear what you said to your friends in regards to my bandaged wrist. I can show you that I don't wank. My cock can be satisfied elsewhere." The teacher moved forwards and grabbed Zacky by surprise.
Zack tried to squirm free of his grip but the teacher had the students' arm twisted around his back and was leading him towards his desk. Zack was pushed face down towards the hard wooden surface and his arms were pinned above his head.
"Now shall I teach you the lesson? Or would you like me to show you?" He asked sarcastically.
"How about I teach you a lesson when the police get wind of this?" Zack spat out although he knew this battle had been lost and he was in-fact in submission to his arrogant self-absorbed English teacher.
"Yeah, maybe then but for now let's see how you like it when I pound into your prostate and you're screaming and whining, mewling even, like a cat in heat. Then you can accuse me of raping you." He said as he started unzipping Zacks pants.
The teacher flipped Zack onto his back for a passionate bruising kiss. One hand restraining Zack's above his head while the other roamed under his shirt setting his skin ablaze. The kiss lingered on and Zack stopped fighting, melted under the older man to his touch. The teacher pulled away and flipped Zack back over as fast as he had the first time.
His hands went to the fly of his pants, to the button and Zack, as any testosterone pumped male got hard in an instant. The teacher smirked at his pupil's reaction. His hand taking the zipper down as slowly as he possibly could. He pushed Zack's boxers down with his pants so that his pale buttocks was showing. The teacher ran a hand down once pale cheek and slapped it.
Zack heard another zipper going down and tearing, obviously the condom, before two fingers were thrust inside his mouth. He didn't bother bighting them, knowing that it'd pretty hard to run with his pants falling down. The teacher removed his fingers and unceremoniously thrust the two of them inside the student.
"Ever had your ass pounded?" He asked Zack as he scissored his fingers inside.
"Yes, but I don't usually take, I give." Zack replied through gritted teeth.
"Yes, I heard you and your little friend Jacoby going at it in the toilets. I hope you payed attention to health class in high school, Baker." The teacher said removing his fingers.
"I hope you did also." He replied.
Mr. Haner spat in his hand and slicked it over his condom covered cock. He pulled Zack's hips towards him and lined up. As he pushed in Zack gave a small cry of pain and discomfort.
The teacher gave Zack a moment to adjust as he said: "Now, do call me Brian when you come your brains out."
The older man pushed Zacky's tee-shirt up and began placing small kisses along his back, stopping at his neck. He began kissing Zacky's neck and behind his ears so that he moaned in pleasure as well as in pain.
Mr. Haner pulled back out and thrust in again hitting the student's prostate dead on so Zack cried out in pleasure. The teacher gripped both Zack's hips with his hands hard enough to bruise as he thrust into him harder. Zack moaned as his prostate was being pounded into as was promised.
The teacher gave a few more thrusts before he let go of Zack's hips with one hand and began roughly jerking him off. Zack didn't know whether to thrust back against the teacher's cock or into his hand, he was a man torn.
The teacher was pounding into Zack's prostate purposely it seemed, to get him off first. Well if it was on purpose he was doing a good job of it, Zack was withering on the edge seconds away form coming.
"Come for me Zack, I wan to hear you scream my name." The teacher grunted.
"please... please..." Zack whimpered as he came moaning out the teachers name.
The teacher pulled out as Zack lay panting for breath, he removed the condom from his still hard cock.
"Zack, Zack, our lesson has not yet concluded." He whispered so the student turned around.
The teacher took the chance to kiss Zack, his tongue massaging the others, each exploring unfamiliar territory. The students hands tangled in the teachers hair. Mr Haner pulled them to a standing position, roughly thrusting Zack against the wall, where he stopped the kiss.
"Zack, please?" he asked.
The student raised an eyebrow and began to kiss a hot wet trail from his teacher's neck; he kissed all along his jaw line, to his ear. He licked the shell of it and sucked the pierced lobe into his mouth. The teacher moaned and Zack moved down placing light, wet kisses just behind his ear making the teacher wither against him, his exposed cock twitching.
Zack lifted his teacher's shirt up, his fingers danced along the flesh, burning everything they touched. Zack took his nipples between his fingers pinching and rolling them as his mouth re-attached its-self to the crook of his Mr. Haner's neck and his teacher let out drawn out moans.
Zack moved his mouth again and began sucking on each nipple alternating between each soft bud until he finally moved down to the prize at hand.
Zack wrapped one hand around the shaft, the other going to hold the teacher's hips. He flicked his tongue over the tip and took the whole length down in one go. Mr Haner moaned as he felt himself hit the back of the other's throat and threaded a hand through his student's silky, black hair.
Zacky moaned as his teacher began thrusting into his mouth almost gagging him. He reached his un-occupied hand down between the English teacher's legs and began gently fondling balls as he started humming around his cock.
The teacher's thrusts began to get frantic. Zack looked up through his thick lashes and saw his teacher had his eyes on him. Their eyes locked lust being exchanged over the two. The teacher pulled Zack away just as his thrusts began getting shakier. Zack sat back on his haunches, his eyes and mouth open watching his English teacher finish himself off. The teacher moaned as he released, some of the come going into Zacky's mouth, most of it spurting all over his cheeks.
Zack was stroking himself as the teacher knelt down and began licking his essence off his students face. He spread some of the substance onto his fingers.
"Turn over." He instructed so he was presented with Zacky's pale behind for the second time that day.
He spread the substance from his fingers around the hole and inside, spreading it once more. He pulled Zacky's buttocks apart more and delved his tongue inside it. Zack was pulling on his cock, his chest to the floor, the other hand went to his balls to fondle them.
The teacher cleaned the inside of his buttocks as Zack moaned like a whore. The expression on Zack's face was one of pure bliss. He didn't often get rimmed but when he did he savoured it like tomorrow was going to be the end of his life.
His teacher's talented tongue lapped at his spot, the sounds of slurping could be heard along with moaning coming from Zack. The tongue being soothing from the fucking he had received not 10 minutes earlier.
Mr. Haner removed his tongue and used his finger instead to press against Zacky's spot. Zacky moaned as he felt his teacher's hand and tongue around and inside the hole.
He was pumping his cock furiously, on the edge of orgasm. Finally, as the teacher pressed against his sport with his finger and continued lapping around it with his tongue. Zack could feel the orgasm building in his thighs and stomach as he lay there thrusting into his hand, the other tightening its grip on his balls. He came moaning incoherent curses again as his muscles spazmed against his teacher's hand and tongue.
Mr Haner pulled away and they lay there for a while, finally they pulled their clothes on they looked at each other awkwardly almost. Zack instigated one last kiss before he walked out of the door and to the toilets.
Fin
A/N: I have an English teacher and the idea is based off him what he does is real, bar the part where I fucked him and those amazingly gorgeous people are in my class I wish they were but sadly, they're not so all I have is my imagination. My English teacher isn't hot he's old and fat but he really does have a bandage on his wrist and yeah. But how cool would it be to have Syn as your English teacher?
citybehindglass
Wordcount: 2,322
Pairing: Zacky/Brian
Rating: Nc-17 or whatever you call it
Summary: Nothing, just good ol' PWP. Zack has a love/hate relationship with his English teacher which
happens to escalate.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, it never happened. Fiction my friends.
Zack Baker loved English. Zack Baker hated his English teach, Mr. Haner. Zack Baker was Mr. Haner's favourite student, he was the only one who did his work in class, the only one who bothered to submit assignments worth marking. In fact, Zack Baker was the first and only person Mr. Haner gave merit awards to from his class.
Zack's compulsory English class was filled with what he thought he should call, a bunch of morons. There were his friends; Jacoby and Jimmy. The people that he associated with; James, Mick and their friends. Then there were the popular kids, lucky Zack who was put in a homeroom full of popular dickheads.
Probably the person he hated most was Brandan. He was rude, crude, stupid and to Zack, just another faceless name who wanted to make him pay for things he never did. When he had first started the year Brandan gave him an even harder time, he'd throw rocks at Zack and his friend amongst other things.
Brandan and him were going to fight it out one day, they were going to get into a fist fight, even though Zack knew he wouldn't stand a chance against him. But Brandan was stupid so he managed to get himself in trouble.
Now his English teacher was talking again, the man was full of himself, Zack didn't really hate him but they were very much alike, they both wanted things done to their standards and most time they agreed on things but then again there was the incident where Zack was eating in class and Mr. Haner took his packet of chips from his hands, scrunched it up and put it on his desk.
Zack was so pissed off at that, that he stood up and told the teacher off. It was the first time he had told Haner off. He wasn't afraid of him or anything, he just thought that maybe if he treated this teacher better than the others, then he'd respect him. Well he was wrong, after yelling at Mr. Haner, the teacher started giving him little saying which only Zack would probably get the meaning of.
Today although, the teacher was giving a lecture on how the class was disgusting and he was repulsed by how long it took them to 'unpack, sit down and shut up.' Finishing this lecture, Zack still had to go and get his novel.
He approached the teacher's desk in his usual fashion and asked politely:
"Mr. Haner, I have my book here to return can I go and get the other one?" He was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he said this.
"Of course you may Baker, but I need you to stay behind at lunch time. Tell the others to hurry the hell up while you're there." He replied, imitating Zack and waving his arms around.
Zack walked out the door, to the library, got his shit together and came back.
"So why do you think he's still wearing that arm band?" Jimmy asked him as he sat down.
"I don't know, maybe he sprained it while he was beating one off and he isn't resting it. He seems like a wanker to me." Zack said, Jimmy laughed.
"Oh my gosh. I'm going to kill this book in a minute, why the hell are they talking about chickens crossing the road and being pots of gold? It's an English class, not agri-fucking-culture." Jacoby groaned from his seat, his omnipresent ADHD kicking in.
"Dude, chill, it's fucking simple, the writer had nothing better to do and obviously worked at a take-a-way charcoal chicken place." Zack replied.
"Oh wow, you're so smart." Jacoby praised.
The class went by with Mr. Haner kicking Brandan out of the room and muttering to him self as he usually would, but loud enough for Mara, who was always at the front of the room to hear. She was popular and she was pretty dumb but she was funny in her stupidity.
The bell rang and Zack waited for every one to be gone, his bag packed not planning on spending the whole of lunch in the room.
"Do you know what this is about?" Mr. Haner asked him shutting the door.
"No, why would I?" Zack replied seating himself on top of a desk.
"It's about your assignment, I thought the essay on 'The History Of Shakespeare' was very well done." His voice droned on like the principal at assemblies.
"Ok, thanks." Zack replied cocking an eyebrow.
"But I think you should be thanking me a little better. The essay was good, but I've read better." The teacher replied.
"Oh, geez, thanks then Mr. Haner jr.Seriusly though, how would you like me to thank you?" Zacky mocked his eyebrow raising further in question. The teacher moved forward closing the gap between them. Zacky sprang back.
"Stay away, I know karate." He warned getting into a made up offensive stance.
"And I know weight lifting," Mr. Haner replied, "Don't think I didn't hear what you said to your friends in regards to my bandaged wrist. I can show you that I don't wank. My cock can be satisfied elsewhere." The teacher moved forwards and grabbed Zacky by surprise.
Zack tried to squirm free of his grip but the teacher had the students' arm twisted around his back and was leading him towards his desk. Zack was pushed face down towards the hard wooden surface and his arms were pinned above his head.
"Now shall I teach you the lesson? Or would you like me to show you?" He asked sarcastically.
"How about I teach you a lesson when the police get wind of this?" Zack spat out although he knew this battle had been lost and he was in-fact in submission to his arrogant self-absorbed English teacher.
"Yeah, maybe then but for now let's see how you like it when I pound into your prostate and you're screaming and whining, mewling even, like a cat in heat. Then you can accuse me of raping you." He said as he started unzipping Zacks pants.
The teacher flipped Zack onto his back for a passionate bruising kiss. One hand restraining Zack's above his head while the other roamed under his shirt setting his skin ablaze. The kiss lingered on and Zack stopped fighting, melted under the older man to his touch. The teacher pulled away and flipped Zack back over as fast as he had the first time.
His hands went to the fly of his pants, to the button and Zack, as any testosterone pumped male got hard in an instant. The teacher smirked at his pupil's reaction. His hand taking the zipper down as slowly as he possibly could. He pushed Zack's boxers down with his pants so that his pale buttocks was showing. The teacher ran a hand down once pale cheek and slapped it.
Zack heard another zipper going down and tearing, obviously the condom, before two fingers were thrust inside his mouth. He didn't bother bighting them, knowing that it'd pretty hard to run with his pants falling down. The teacher removed his fingers and unceremoniously thrust the two of them inside the student.
"Ever had your ass pounded?" He asked Zack as he scissored his fingers inside.
"Yes, but I don't usually take, I give." Zack replied through gritted teeth.
"Yes, I heard you and your little friend Jacoby going at it in the toilets. I hope you payed attention to health class in high school, Baker." The teacher said removing his fingers.
"I hope you did also." He replied.
Mr. Haner spat in his hand and slicked it over his condom covered cock. He pulled Zack's hips towards him and lined up. As he pushed in Zack gave a small cry of pain and discomfort.
The teacher gave Zack a moment to adjust as he said: "Now, do call me Brian when you come your brains out."
The older man pushed Zacky's tee-shirt up and began placing small kisses along his back, stopping at his neck. He began kissing Zacky's neck and behind his ears so that he moaned in pleasure as well as in pain.
Mr. Haner pulled back out and thrust in again hitting the student's prostate dead on so Zack cried out in pleasure. The teacher gripped both Zack's hips with his hands hard enough to bruise as he thrust into him harder. Zack moaned as his prostate was being pounded into as was promised.
The teacher gave a few more thrusts before he let go of Zack's hips with one hand and began roughly jerking him off. Zack didn't know whether to thrust back against the teacher's cock or into his hand, he was a man torn.
The teacher was pounding into Zack's prostate purposely it seemed, to get him off first. Well if it was on purpose he was doing a good job of it, Zack was withering on the edge seconds away form coming.
"Come for me Zack, I wan to hear you scream my name." The teacher grunted.
"please... please..." Zack whimpered as he came moaning out the teachers name.
The teacher pulled out as Zack lay panting for breath, he removed the condom from his still hard cock.
"Zack, Zack, our lesson has not yet concluded." He whispered so the student turned around.
The teacher took the chance to kiss Zack, his tongue massaging the others, each exploring unfamiliar territory. The students hands tangled in the teachers hair. Mr Haner pulled them to a standing position, roughly thrusting Zack against the wall, where he stopped the kiss.
"Zack, please?" he asked.
The student raised an eyebrow and began to kiss a hot wet trail from his teacher's neck; he kissed all along his jaw line, to his ear. He licked the shell of it and sucked the pierced lobe into his mouth. The teacher moaned and Zack moved down placing light, wet kisses just behind his ear making the teacher wither against him, his exposed cock twitching.
Zack lifted his teacher's shirt up, his fingers danced along the flesh, burning everything they touched. Zack took his nipples between his fingers pinching and rolling them as his mouth re-attached its-self to the crook of his Mr. Haner's neck and his teacher let out drawn out moans.
Zack moved his mouth again and began sucking on each nipple alternating between each soft bud until he finally moved down to the prize at hand.
Zack wrapped one hand around the shaft, the other going to hold the teacher's hips. He flicked his tongue over the tip and took the whole length down in one go. Mr Haner moaned as he felt himself hit the back of the other's throat and threaded a hand through his student's silky, black hair.
Zacky moaned as his teacher began thrusting into his mouth almost gagging him. He reached his un-occupied hand down between the English teacher's legs and began gently fondling balls as he started humming around his cock.
The teacher's thrusts began to get frantic. Zack looked up through his thick lashes and saw his teacher had his eyes on him. Their eyes locked lust being exchanged over the two. The teacher pulled Zack away just as his thrusts began getting shakier. Zack sat back on his haunches, his eyes and mouth open watching his English teacher finish himself off. The teacher moaned as he released, some of the come going into Zacky's mouth, most of it spurting all over his cheeks.
Zack was stroking himself as the teacher knelt down and began licking his essence off his students face. He spread some of the substance onto his fingers.
"Turn over." He instructed so he was presented with Zacky's pale behind for the second time that day.
He spread the substance from his fingers around the hole and inside, spreading it once more. He pulled Zacky's buttocks apart more and delved his tongue inside it. Zack was pulling on his cock, his chest to the floor, the other hand went to his balls to fondle them.
The teacher cleaned the inside of his buttocks as Zack moaned like a whore. The expression on Zack's face was one of pure bliss. He didn't often get rimmed but when he did he savoured it like tomorrow was going to be the end of his life.
His teacher's talented tongue lapped at his spot, the sounds of slurping could be heard along with moaning coming from Zack. The tongue being soothing from the fucking he had received not 10 minutes earlier.
Mr. Haner removed his tongue and used his finger instead to press against Zacky's spot. Zacky moaned as he felt his teacher's hand and tongue around and inside the hole.
He was pumping his cock furiously, on the edge of orgasm. Finally, as the teacher pressed against his sport with his finger and continued lapping around it with his tongue. Zack could feel the orgasm building in his thighs and stomach as he lay there thrusting into his hand, the other tightening its grip on his balls. He came moaning incoherent curses again as his muscles spazmed against his teacher's hand and tongue.
Mr Haner pulled away and they lay there for a while, finally they pulled their clothes on they looked at each other awkwardly almost. Zack instigated one last kiss before he walked out of the door and to the toilets.
Fin
A/N: I have an English teacher and the idea is based off him what he does is real, bar the part where I fucked him and those amazingly gorgeous people are in my class I wish they were but sadly, they're not so all I have is my imagination. My English teacher isn't hot he's old and fat but he really does have a bandage on his wrist and yeah. But how cool would it be to have Syn as your English teacher?