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Jamie laid back in his chair, thankful that class was finally over. Middle schoolers were a handful, especially the eighth grade class. They were just about to enter high school, and far too rebellious for their own good.
Not that his sixth grade class was much better, but at least the boys were cuter. Less tainted.
He hadn’t been a teacher for very long at all compared to his colleagues. At the ripe age of twenty six, he’d been teaching for four years. But he managed to be very well liked among the students. Though certainly he liked them better.
Jamie grabbed his plastic gallon water bottle his ex had left at his house and drank as much of the cold liquid as he could, recharging for the next round of rowdy preteens. He heard his classroom door creek open slightly, an adorable little face staring back at him.
“Oh, hello Ian! Nice of you to join me. Come, sit down.” Jamie had forgotten that he invited him to eat in his classroom earlier in the day. Ian had written about how stressful lunchtime was in his daily journal. No other kids sitting with him.. the loud, bright environment. Whatever the reason, James adored having an excuse to stare at his chubby little face for longer in the day. A good distraction.
Ian nodded and came in. Jamie took in his fluffy dirty blonde hair and his translucent teal glasses. He was the type to get picked on a lot, he just had that air about him. Plus, he’d started school a whole year earlier than most kids, so he really was a runt. James didn’t even think he was eleven yet.
“Hi, Mr. Nolan.” Ian was shy, unsure. He was always hard to get talking, but James always put in the work to hear his sweet little voice.
“Pull up a chair, sit with me.” Jamie smiled at the boy, already feeling some sort of way about his presence. “I thought maybe we could discuss some of your daily journal entries. Get to know each other better.”
Ian sat as he was told to. He always listened so well. Though he offered up no response.
“Where’s your lunch?” Jamie asked, he was very careful not to sound accusatory, he hated when the boy closed up.
“Oh- um.. Brandon knocked into me and I dropped my plate..” Ian looked down at the desk, avoiding eye contact. Jamie knew the lunch ladies would’ve given him another one, but he also knew Ian lacked any sort of courage.
“You know, that's alright. I was just about to order my lunch anyway. Is Subway alright?”
“I don’t have any money.” He fidgeted with his fingers.
Jamie laughed a little bit. “Don’t worry, kid, I wasn’t going to make you pay.”
“Really?” His eyes lit up a little. Knowing some of the things he wrote, James wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t get much to eat at home. He stumbled over his words before responding. “Thank you, Mr. Nolan.”
Once they ordered, they waited a good ten minutes for their sandwiches, lucky that the place was only down the street and didn’t take longer. They made light conversation and Ian ended up asking some questions about the reading.
As they both ate in silence, Jamie watched Ian, admiring him..
James knew he was a pedophile. He wanted to say that he didn’t care, but he did. In fact, that was what was keeping him from taking the boy right there. He never wanted to hurt anyone.. But a part of him longed to. And when Ian was around, that part of him was at the forefront of his mind.
Would it be so bad? Would it truly cause him harm, or would Ian enjoy being caressed? Jamie knew logically that was a very demented line of questioning, though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder. Hadn’t he picked this profession on purpose? Hadn’t he always planned to give in, deep down?
“Tell me about what happened in the lunchroom.” Jamie needed some way to keep himself from fantasizing right now.. Recently he had a hard time stopping himself.
“Brandon bumped into me.” Ian shrugged.
“On accident? Or on purpose?”
“I don’t.. I don’t know.”
“Did he apologize?”
“..No.”
“Did he even say anything?” In the silence following his words, he spoke again. “What’d he say, Ian?”
Ian averted his eyes. He didn’t want to get Brandon in trouble. It would just be another reason for him to be picked on. He had to, though. He always listened to James.
“He called me some names.”
“You don’t want to repeat them?”
“Well, they aren’t good words.”
“I know I'm your teacher, but I promise I won't mind. You can say anything you want when we’re alone like this.”
“He called me a freak. And a faggot.” Ian looked down as his food.
Jamie had to stop himself from smiling. He almost enjoyed hearing about the torment the other kids put Ian through. He liked seeing how anxious it made the boy. In fact, Jamie was very tempted to call Ian a faggot himself.
Outwardly, Jamie mustered a disappointed sigh. “That boy had serious issues. I’ll bring up his behavior to his parents.” He paused and watched the boy’s reaction, seeing how Ian picked at his food.
“You know those things aren’t true, don’t you? You aren’t either of those things, sweetheart.” Jamie reached out and put his hand comfortingly on the boy’s upper arm. The contact made him shake with anticipation.
Ian nodded. “I know.”
Jamie paused, truly weighing his options. He gave in to himself a little.
“Do you want a hug, honey?”
Ian nodded after a moment. “Sure..”
Jamie stood up and met the boy around the desk. Ian got up and was immediately pulled into the man’s arms.
James savored the feeling. Ian was so warm, so soft and small compared to him.. Absolutely perfect. He had never been so close before. He could easily let his hand trail down a bit too far, maybe try and teach the boy about puberty with his hands..
Everything intensified when he realized the boy was crying. He took him by the shoulders and bent down to his height.
“I know, baby. Kids are awful, aren’t they?” Jamie smiled. “Not you though. You’re perfect, sweetheart. Not a mean bone in your body.”
Jamie let the boy cry for a little while, rubbing his shoulders. He licked his lips and pressed a kiss on Ian’s forehead. The boy looked up and met Jamie’s eyes.
“You know I care about you.” James said softly.
Ian nodded. “I know. I just wish that.. I had a friend.”
“I’m your friend.”
Ian bunched his eyebrows a bit. “One my age.”
“You don’t need one your age, sweetheart. They aren’t mature enough for you yet. They're all having such awful mood swings. So mean and aggressive. They would be horrible friends anyway.”
Ian nodded and looked at the floor. Jamie felt himself smirk, he had such a beautiful idea..
“You’re better than them, so much better. You’re so smart too. I've already told you that a million times, you’re such a fast learner. I have just the thing to teach you.”
Ian looked up at Jamie, he seemed skeptical. Unimpressed.
“There isn’t anyone else mature enough in your grade to learn these things. I want to show you.”
“Show me what..?” Ian tilted his head ever so slightly, and Jamie felt his heart jump.
“Adult things. Don’t you want me to show you?” Jamie smiled, comfortingly. He was so, so close.
“Adult things? Like.. kissing?”
“Yeah, like kissing.” And so much more… he thought.
“I don’t think I'm allowed.” Ian protested.
“Oh, come on sweetheart. I'm your teacher, not some stranger. You can trust me… don’t you trust me?”
Ian hesitated, but after a second he nodded.
“..yeah.”
“Alright, stay still.”
Jamie knelt on the floor in front of the boy and took his face in his hands. He moved closer, stopping right before his face to savor the feel of his hot, nervous breaths. Jamie inhaled, as if to taste them. He leaned just a little bit closer and planted his lips on the boy’s.
Ian froze up, he was clearly uncomfortable and Jamie just found it adorable. He pushed his tongue into the boy’s little mouth, probing at his tongue and shoving his own down Ian’s throat. Ian flinched a bit, and James took hold of his hips, stilling him and ensuring he didn’t try and struggle out of the kiss. Jamie’s mind was mush, he didn’t care about his morals, all he cared about was the fuckable boy in front of him.
Jamie moaned into the kiss, before breaking away, standing and moving the boy on top of his desk. Ian went to say something, but Jamie shut him up by once again shoving his tongue inside his mouth. It’d been a long time since he’d been this hard.
Jamie pinned the boy’s hands down on the desk and hovered over him. He pulled his mouth away and directed it to the boy’s neck. He nipped and sucked at it, letting out little noises of pleasure. Ian was breathing heavily, his cheeks were flushed but he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. Jamie could always tell that he was sheltered, and now he was getting off on it.
“Mr. Nolan..?” Ian tried to catch his teacher's attention, but the man had a hard time stopping his assault on the boy’s neck. “Mr. Nolan?” He tried again. James broke away and put a finger to his mouth.
“Shh, baby, just enjoy it.. This isn’t something your peers will learn for years. You’re ahead of the curve.. pay attention..” James rasped and then turned his gaze towards the boy’s hips. Ian bunched his eyebrows. He didn’t try to stop this, even though he wanted to. He was far too shy for that, and he didn’t want to upset his teacher.
Jamie rubbed Ian’s waist and hips, moving his hands down to his squishy little thighs. But then his grip found the boy’s crotch. Ian’s eyes widened and his breath hitched as his teacher began to grope him through his clothes. He cried out slightly and wanted so badly to kick Mr. Nolan away, but he couldn’t.. He was scared of making the man upset.
Jamie smiled as he rubbed the boy’s little penis. Ian squirmed a bit, and in response Jamie became a bit rougher. James was throbbing now, his cock begging to be let out on this boy.. He figured that he would just give in. He had already gone this far. What else did he really have to lose?
Jamie pulled the boy off of the desk, taking hold of his shoulders and pushing down on the boy.
“Kneel, Ian.” Jamie’s voice was that of a good, leading teacher. Ian went to speak but Jamie shut him up by pushing the boy down, rather than waiting.
He quickly got to work unzipping his jeans. Jamie’s dick was thicker than most, and it was desperate. Ian gasped, and was clearly trying not to cry. James considered asking the boy to suck it, but figured he’d save time and force it down his throat instead.
Jamie took hold of the boy’s head and shoved his cock into his mouth. Ian cried out around it, struggling to breathe. James paid no mind to his distress. He thrusted in and out, using his hands to guide the boy’s head at the same rhythm.
Jamie moaned at the feeling. He’d never done anything like this before, despite craving little boys since he was a boy himself. He felt oddly proud of himself, triumphant. He picked up the pace, hearing Ian’s own little whimpers. Though they were probably from pain, Jamie couldn’t help but think his little student was enjoying the taste of his cock. He continued to fuck the wet, warm mouth, savoring how it stretched to fit the whole thing.
It didn’t take long for him to cum like this. He held the boy’s head tight to make sure all the evidence went directly down his throat. Jamie pulled out with a sigh.
He leaned back against his desk, catching his breath. He felt the guilt begin to form, and he quickly thought to enjoy himself one more time before he really felt the guilt weigh in. Ian was crying, but Jamie ignored it and pulled the boy to his feet. He pushed him up onto the desk and pinned him there. Jamie began to work on the boy’s own pants, needing to fuck something this innocent and little just once in his life. He silently told himself this would be the only time, and that made it okay.
But just as he gripped the hem of Ian’s pants, the bell rang. James hovered in that spot for a good few seconds, considering doing it anyway. But he pulled himself back and put his dick back into his pants.
“Are you alright, Ian?” James put on his best nurturing voice. He leaned in close and wiped away his tears, which were actually started to get to him.
He didn’t speak, but he didn’t seem to mind it when James leaned in and held him against his chest.
“I’m sorry for being so rough, I promise those activities don’t always have to be that way.” Jamie pressed a kiss on Ian's forehead and pulled away.
“Go on, baby. I don’t want you to be late for your next class. And we can do something nicer later, hm? Something softer?” Jamie helped the boy walk to the classroom door.
Ian nodded. “..yeah.”
“Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning, sweetheart.” Jamie went to open the door but paused. “Oh, and let’s keep this to ourselves alright? Our special little secret?”
“Um.. yeah. Our secret.”
“Good boy.” Jamie smiled sweetly at him.
James watched as Ian walked away. He felt disgusting, like a monster. He sort of liked the feeling.