"Oh Mr Hitchins, I want to suck your big cock." I said, rolling around under my sheets, oblivious to the cold world outside. My hand caressed my own hard cock through the satiny sheets covering my body. Each time bringing myself to the point of release, then stopping, the thrill of coming so close, driving me on.
"And who is Mr Hitchins I wonder?" The deep, rumbling voice broke my reverie and my eyes shot open. Trying to adjust to the light, I could just make out a dark blue blur standing at the foot of my bed.
"Does he know how much you'd like to 'suck his cock'." The deep voice boomed at me once again with a slight chuckle of mockery.
"Wh-who...?" Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, the embarrassment yet to dawn on me, "Who...Why are you in my room?" I said as the dark blue mass in front of me started to come into focus. I craned my neck to look up at the large figure of a man in a satellite-repair company uniform. He was blocking most of the early morning sun, his arms crossed and his sneering grin, clear to see. My mind began to clear, as I remembered my parents calling the company earlier that week, but still, why was he now in my bedroom? Moreover, he'd heard what I said, and the embarrassment that escaped me earlier, was sinking in. A sickening sensation coursed through me, dampening the hardness beneath my sheets.
"Oh, don't mind me, you carry on, I don't mind watching while you finish what you were doing." He said as he hooked a thumb into his waistband looking me up and down. I couldn't help but follow his movement, thinking my eyes were still adjusting to the light, I could have sworn I saw something twitch in his pants. Either way, there was something in his demonstrative leer that sent chills down my spine.
"I knew you'd like an audience," he chuckled as I tried to hide my reaction. Giving his belt a heave upwards, my eye was drawn to a noticeable lump contained within. "So, who is this 'Mr Hitchins' you seem so eager to please?"
"Could you please just give me some privacy, so I can get dressed!" I demanded, trying my best to take control of the situation.
"Oh yeah sure, I'm sorry. What was I thinking? I tell you what, I'll tell your folks that you're in here stroking yourself thinking about this, Mr Hitchins, and that I'll finish up later. Sorry again for disturbing you." He turned to leave, but, as his words reverberated in my ears, the full extent of how screwed I was dawned on me.
"Um, No, W-wait." I stuttered. "He's my English teacher," I could feel my cheeks flush with colour, "and no, he doesn't know." With a broad smile the large overall-clad man turned to face me once again, my eyes instinctively glanced at his crotch, I found myself strangely glad to see the evident lump still in place.
"So, you like sucking cock, do you?" He asked leaning against the wall and pushing his bulge towards me, causing me to look again.
"N...no Sir, I'm...not gay." I stammered feeling the embarrassment wash over me again.
"WHAT?" He bellowed, "lying here fondling your little pecker, begging for your teacher's 'big cock', and you're trying to tell me, you're not gay? Pull the other one it's got bells on Son." Letting out another derisive chuckle.
"I-I've wanted to."
"Since when? Tell me. Don't be shy." He said, his demeanour calming somewhat.
"Since the gym showers. I saw him last month after a charity run we had in college. Ever since I saw it I imagine...well you know." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Yes, it was true ever since seeing Mr Hitchins under the warm spray of the shower, soaping up that large tube of flesh, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had seen many in the gym showers before and never paid them much attention. But watching his hands slide up and down his shaft. Seeing the flaccid stalk flop down, only to be snapped back into his fist on every stroke, was something I couldn't get out of my head. And yes, ever since, I'd dreamt of what it would be like to please that thick cock. I never considered myself gay...curious maybe but not gay...could this massive intruder be right?
