There's a plot twist in the story. Some might like it, some might not... Probably just one more chapter after this to finish the series. All characters engaging in sexual acts are above the age of 18.
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I rang Zeke's doorbell.
He hadn't been able to come over for dinner last night, because he said he was prepping for work. My aunt told me to take him some leftovers for lunch, so here I am.
He answered the door with a grin, which I met with seeming blase indifference, you know, 'cause I'm the cool, moody type. But he pulled me in with a hug and a kiss on my neck, making me laugh.
"Aw, you wanted to make sure I'm not hungry?"
"Credit goes to my aunt." I looked around. "Omg! Your place is a mess!"
"It's not that bad, is it? Especially for a bachelor pad," he mumbled.
On a scale of tidy to bachelor pigsty, it was honestly in the middle, but still!
"Join me for lunch?" He asked.
"Yeah...." I threw over my shoulder as I got to work cleaning. I just couldn't take it.
Zeke ended up having to reheat the food twice, because I kept saying "5 more minutes" until everything was in order. At least in the living room, kitchen, dining area, and entryway. Which reminded me...
"Oh, no you don't! He hugged me from behind and carried me to the table, dropping me in my seat. "Eat."
I got up and started for the hallway. He grabbed me from behind again. As he walked us back over to the table, he asked, "You're that eager to go to my bedroom?"
"That's not-"
He sat down with me in his lap! I was a grown man! He had one arm pinned around my waist and used the other to bring a bite to my mouth. I huffed and accepted the bite. He fed me another. Fine.
I turned so I was sitting side ways in his lap. "I want more of the chicken," I demanded and opened my mouth for the next bite.
He fed me, amused, but the next few bites, I mouthed provacatively while looking into his eyes and moaning. He cock filled underneath me.
"River..." he chastised.
"What?" I asked innocently.
He finished feeding me, his cock throbbing beneath me by the end, but I pranced out of his house.
"River!" he called after me.
I felt his eyes on me all the way until I returned home.
......
The next day was the first day of senior year at my new high school. I dressed in my usual attire of faded grey jeans that made my butt look good, a black shirt, black combat boots, and diamond stud earrings.
I usually kept mostly to myself, except for club activities, but this school didn't have any martial arts teams. I wasn't anti-social or shy or anything. I just didn't put in enough effort to remember people's names or care how their summer was. I shared many of my classes with guys from the Wild Dogs, so I kind of already had built in friends to sit with for group projects and lunch. The crew wasn't turning out to be such a bad thing afterall.
During lunch, I did get the opportunity to "start" a martial arts club. The office said they'd even pay for my competitions and transportation. That was cool and easier than expected. They said they'd been trying to build up extracurriculars, so my request came at a good time. Good for me, I guess.
My last class of the day was history. I wanted to sit in the back as usual, but was too late, so I sat on the window side of a middle row.
I was zoned out, thinking of nothing in particuar when the students shuffled at the teacher's arrival.
My boredom took a deep dive when I heard a familiar voice say, "Hello, class. I'm Mr. Martin, your history teacher for the semester." The rest of what he said faded out as I zeroed in on a face I knew too well.
Holy fuck, Zeke was my teacher!
He had removed the lip ring, his long sleeves hid his tattoos, and his hair was styled less messily. What the...
I didn't know he was a teacher! Shouldn't he have assumed that there was the possibility I'd attend his school once he learned I'm in high school? I mean, I guess our city does have a lot of schools, but still! This seemed like an oversight on his part. Or wishful thinking. Either way, I loved it.
I slumped in my chair, blocking his view of me, hidden by the students in front of me, who, by the way, were sitting up straighter and at attention when they saw what a young hottie our teacher is. But they'd never know him like I did. Every part of him like I did.
He started walking up and down the aisles, passing out some packet. When he got to my row, I sat up and said, "Hey, teach." I must have been grinning like the cheshire cat.
He started "Hello-" His voice cut off with a gasp. All the blood drained from his face, leaving it whiter than the stacks of papers in his hands. Err, that were in his hands. He dropped them all.
"Shit! I mean, shoot!" The students around us laughed and were only too happy to help pick up the scattered papers for our hot teacher.
He recovered quickly, taking a few extra minutes to slowly finish passing out the rest of the packets. He avoided looking at my area of the classroom for the rest of the hour.
When the bell rang, Zeke, I mean Mr. Martin, asked me to stay after class.
"You're not supposed to be in this school district," he stated.
"My aunt got permission for me to go here, because she thought it'd be a better education, and a lot of the Wild Dogs attend this school. Easier transition and all that."
He was silent as it looked like a million thoughts were going through his head.
"Weren't you still in grad school for a masters or something?"
"A masters of teaching. I was going to start here next year, but they were short, so I started early." He gulped.
"'Kay, well see you tomorrow! And the day after that. And the day after that..." I repeated on my way out. This was going to be so much fun!
......
I ended up being happy I was somehow part of the Wild Dogs crew. Most of them came from difficult family situations, so they supported each other, and now me, too. They walked me to and from school sometimes. They carried my stuff and even cleaned my locker when they were cleaning one of theirs. They cheered for me like fan girls at my martial arts competitions. They were everywhere!
I was walking back from the restroom during class when I heard, "Hey! Boss!" That could only be one person. I smiled and turned to find Duncan.
I had found out that even though Duncan was 19, he failed last year so was repeating senior year. A super senior.
He was close in my personal space, so I took a step back. He followed. I stepped back again to find my back against the wall, and he followed again, placing an arm against the wall next to me. His face was indecently close to me.
"How have you been? Need a hand with any built up tension, again? I miss your taste." He said looking me in the eyes.
I laughed, "No, thank you."
He had said it like it was a serious invitation, but his eyes crinkled in the corners like he was having fun. I didn't feel any pressure from him. I put my hand on his chest to lightly push him away, but he grabbed it to bring to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, lingering over the skin.
"You're silly." I couldn't help but say with a smile.
"Keep me in mind," he replied, dropping my hand and walking away backwards sticking his tongue out.
"In your dreams."
"You are in my dreams. A lot of my very dirty dreams."
I rolled my eyes. "Get back to class! Bye Duncan."
He finally left.
I was still smiling when I turned to find Zeke in the hallway, watching with his fists clenched by his sides.
I felt like I'd been caught, even though I hadn't done anything. How much did he hear?
"Again?" He repeated.
I guess he'd heard quite a bit. I felt my face heat. "It was before you and I... Actually, n-nevermind!" I stammered. I didn't do anything wrong. I also didn't need to explain anything to him. Whatever.
Later that day in his class, he seemed upset... and like he was specifically angry with me.
I was briefly texting on my phone when I heard, "Detention."
"What?" Just for this? Practically everyone used their phones in class!
"You want to make that two days with back talk?"
"Uhh, no?" WTH!
I slumped down into my chair. Was he upset, because of what he saw with Duncan earlier? No, I mean, surely not... right? I both hoped he was and wasn't.
