The Teacher the Delinquent

I often struggle with writing the last chapter in a series, either because I don't want it to end, or I overthink the ending, wanting it to be satisfactory enough. Here's to actually finishing a series in a timely manner!

Thank you so much for your comments that keep me writing.

All characters are above the age of 18.

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"I don't plan on going to college," I told Zeke.

"Then what're you going to do?"

I shrugged.

"What interests you?"

"I have no idea. I don't want to go to college and major in something that will be completely useless for an actual job. I sort of also don't want to join the workforce yet. I mean, I'm not lazy, I just don't know."

"I know you're not lazy, sweet boy. You could take a year off school to think about your career, but most people who do never end up going to college. Let's think through it together."

"Really?"

"Of course. We'll find you the perfect future, or at least a good start."

"Okay."

......

Since that conversation with Zeke, I thought about it, but I really didn't know. He asked me a few times, but I just didn't have the motivation.

Worse yet, I made the mistake of telling Zeke about the no motivation to figure it out part.

Then, he started becoming suuuuper annoying about trying to get me to try things. He gave extra assignments at school to explore careers. I didn't want to do them, but he gave me kisses until I was silly brained and agreed in a horny mess.

He talked to my aunt, who had me shadow her.

I originally didn't want to do that either, but Zeke sucked my brains out with an unforgiving blowjob.

He had seduced me unexpectedly, so only my bottom was naked in the middle of his living room.

He sucked my dick to full hardness and popped off, his breath teasing my wet skin as he fingered my hole. I pitifully begged him between gasps and moans to either add more fingers or finishing sucking me, or both!

He seemed amused, that bastard! He lightly licked me, but pulled off before- "Zeke!!! Pleeeaseee!!" I gripped his shoulders for balance and squeezed. "Fine, I'll follow her to see what nursing is like. Come ooonnnn!"

He finally latched on and hallowed his cheeks.

"Oohhh. Take me deep." I pulled his hair enough that he winced. "Yeah, swallow around me."

He did, and my legs weakened.

"Oh shit!! Oh fuck!!!" I erupted.

He swallowed my come with satisfaction. Damn him.

While I liked the healthcare setting, nursing wasn't for me. And the sometimes 12 hour shifts? No thanks.

I could tell Zeke was becoming more frusturated with me. I felt it in the way he fucked me. Hard and unrepentant.

Another afternoon, another lecture about how I needed to actively search for something that gave me passion. Work wouldn't always be fun, but I needed a goal, blah, blah, blah.

I tuned him out until I heard, "No more sex."

I choked on the fizzy drink I was sipping. "What?"

He laughed at my reaction. "I'm denying you sex until you take your future seriously." He leaned in close, gripping my chin. "As an educator and someone who cares deeply about you, I need you to try. You have the capacity to do anything you want."

I snorted in response. Yeah, right. He wouldn't... Would he? Why was I nervous?

"I can always get it elsewhere." I challenged him. "Maybe... I should thank Duncan for keeping his mouth shut about us."

His jaw clenched (one of my favorite reactions!), and his entire body tensed, but he gritted out, "Your choice."

"Holy fuck, are you serious right now?"

He stared steadily back at me.

"Ugh! Whatever." I stomped away.

To be honest, the thought of doing anything intimate with anyone else turned my stomach. Had I been... domesticated by Zeke? I didn't think I'd get over my... infatuation with him anytime soon, so I need to help him get over this hang up he was having.

......

I knew Zeke wouldn't be able to hold out. After school one day, I waltzed into his room and closed the shades and locked the door.

As I was taking my shirt off, he got up to open unlocked the door! I yelped and covered my front with my shirt.

"Someone could see!" Shouldn't he be the one more worried about getting caught?

"Then I suggest you put your shirt back on." He waited to turn the shades back.

Who was this serious guy? I'd almost think... No, I saw his bulge and tensed muscles. He still wanted me. I was relieved.

"I care so much about you, River. I want the world for you. I want you to consider your future."

"Well, what about what I want?"

"Exactly. What do you want?"

"Your cock."

He couldn't help rubbing his bulge and squeezing it through the fabric of his pants.

I knelt between his legs and rubbed my face against him. He pet my hair in appreciation.

"Maybe I'll just be a trophy husband." I took out his big cock. Hmmm, what a glorious sight. I lathered it generously with my tongue, slicking it up. And he let me. Deny me sex, yeah right! "And suck my husband's cock all day."

"So no different than a whore? And tossed away when the next young thing comes around?"

"Fuck you!" I bobbed my head up and down his length while glaring at him. I used some teeth on his length.

"Ugh! Don't get me wrong. Many house husbands do more than their traditionally working spouses. Hmmph..." He held me still by my hair and looked at me meaningfully. "That's okay... as long as that's what you decide on. I don't want you dependent on others."

He let go of my hair, and I bobbed my head again, suctioning with more strength. I didn't know!! He... he was sort of right. I sucked harder.

He moaned and pushed a leg between my mine. I humped against it, unembarassed.

His legs tensed and started spilling in my mouth. I deep throated him, not missing a drop. I continued to suck on his softening cock - he hissed - as I rubbed myself to completion on him like a dog marking my territory.

I got up, wiping my mouth. "Come on, let's go home and fuck." I just had an orgasm but was buzzing for me. My hole wanted to be filled.

As he buckled his belt, his face turned painful. "I'm serious. I'm not getting anywhere near..." His throat worked. "Your hole, until you think about what you want to do after high school. Damn it, I feel fucked up saying that. Maybe I should think about my future. I shouldn't be a teacher after" he waved his hand between us "this."

"No! You're a great teacher! You love what you do and students actually listen to and learn from you. And not just because you're hot." I mumbled the last part.

He kissed me thoroughly. "I'll drive you home."

He did, in fact, avoid my hole. Bastard. But for how long?

......

I was late to class and was about to enter, a little sweaty and out of breath, when Duncan pulled me back around the door. "Hey, wait a sec!"

The other students couldn't see us, but there was a direct line of slight to the teacher's desk. Zeke's desk. Hehe.

I leaned up to whisper in Duncan's ear, "What's up?" and kissed his cheek.

His ears reddened. "Don't tease me, boss," he mumbled. "Your boyfriend's right there. He's going to beat me up in some dark alleyway after this." Duncan turned his head to look at Zeke.

I didn't and used two fingers on his jaw to turn his head back towards me.

Duncan grinned. "Are you... trying to make him jealous?"

"Is it working?"

"Yeah, boss, he looks pissed."

"Thanks, you can go back to class. Wait, what were you going to ask me?"

"Bowling this Thursday with the Wild Dogs?"

"I'm down!"

I chanced a look at Zeke as I entered. He did look irate. Good.

......

I started wearing skimpier and skimper clothes to school. A loose shirt that fell off my shoulder. Showing the skin of my waist. An almost see through shirt that showed my nipples. Tight jeans that were like a second skin to my ass. Loose, thin shorts that showed peaks of my underwear when I moved positions in my chair. If I had to sit through an hour looking at his handsome form, so should he. And notice he did. I was surprised no one else noticed the flames in his eyes as ran them over my body.

......

After school, my aunt invited Zeke over like usual. He couldn't speak openly in front of her, so all he could do was take it as I accidentally brushed and rubbed up against him all evening long. When he thought I wasn't looking, he adjusted himself. When my aunt wasn't looking, I ate my dessert provacatively, goading Zeke. He didn't lose it yet, but he wasn't unaffected either.

......

Another day in class, I spent the entire hour flirting wigh the guy next to me.

He was stacked, a gym rat, but his muscles were made of protein powder and useless to actually do anything.

I personally got annoyed by losers who basically inflated their muscles like animal balloons.

But, I caressed his arms and shoulders, barely keeping from rolling my eyes. Both he and Zeke didn't seem to notice. Both were blinded by my superficial interest in this equally fake degree attractive teen. Honestly, I think this classmate of mine was mostly straight but enjoyed the attention.

Zeke huffed at his desk, stopped speaking midsentence during lecture, and eventually let our class out before the bell rang.

Heh. Was I a bad person for constantly trying to make him jealous lately? Maybe. A guilty part of me loved his reactions. The other part of me, lower down, was aching for him and him alone.

......

"Yeaaahhh!!! Get it, boss!"

"Woohooo!"

"Great job, River!"

Duncan and some of the other wild dogs had come to cheer me on at another martial arts competition.

I was in the middle of a routine when I happened to glance behind my friends and make eye contact with- I missed a step, but quickly corrected. No way. Coach Axel, my last martial arts coach, was at my competition!! Did he stop by on one of his many cross country road trips he liked to take?

On a break, Coach caught me in the hallway. "That's quite the fan club you have there."

I laughed. "Those are just the Wild Dogs. They're my crew, kind of like my boys, you know."

He moved closer, well into my personal space. "I'm glad you made a good group of friends here. I always wanted you to be less of a loner."

Coach Axel taught me most of what I know about martial arts and... sex. He was my first.

"Yeah, I weirdly found good people in this town."

He leaned in closer, just a whisper away. "You're also doing great today. I'm so proud of you." His hand landed on my waist.

Ugh, I blushed. I guess old habits died hard. "Thank you." He was attractive and seductive as always. I know he cared about me, and I did about him, too, but we were never serious. It was more of an affectionate relationship. Even so, in this position, I almost felt like I was cheating on... speak of the devil.

Zeke rounded the corner, his eyes widening. I guess our position did look somewhat compromising.

He pulled Coach off of me and went to punch him, which Coach swiftly dodged and returned, but Zeke easily avoided, too. They exchanged a few blows. Wow, they were pretty evenly matched. They tangled up in each other, face to face, practically at a stale mate.

I finally stepped between them. "While this is extremely hot to watch, cool it." I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Who the fuck are you?" Zeke glared at Coach.

Axel replied smugly, "I was River's coach." Aaaahhh, why did his tone of voice sound so dirty? I felt my cheeks heat further.

"Stay away from him, you old perv," Zeke spat and pulled me against him, my back to his front.

"I'm not much older than you. You're, what... mid twenties?" Coach retorted. "I saw the way you ate him up with your eyes all day."

Oh? He did? That made me happy. I tried to hide my smile.

Zeke hugged me from behind and bit my ear. I gasped. Electricity tingled throughout my body as I briefly melted in his arms. Zeke looked Coach Axel straight in the eyes as he stated firmly, "All you need to know is that he's mine."

Woah. That was so hot, it gave me more tingles.

I barely extricated myself from Zeke. "My next round starts soon," I gave a head nod to both of them and walked away.

Zeke seethed as Coach laughed heartily.

I won another round. It wasn't difficult at the beginning of the season as I played schools with kids who were just starting in martial arts.

I spent most of my breaks with the Wild Dogs. I purposefully sat in the middle of their group, not allowing an opportunity for... certain people.

Coach acted chill. He shouted tips from the sidelines as I sparred. They were actually helpful, damn him. It was just like old times. I fist bumped him occasionally getting on and off the mats. Sometimes, I just rolled my eyes.

As the day wore on, I let my guard down. Coming out of the bathroom, Zeke cornered me.

"Are you going home with your ex... coach?"

"Maybe. I'm not... being satisfied by anyone else right now."

He gritted his teeth as I kept walking past him.

Coach found me later on, too. "I have a long drive, so I'm thinking of heading out soon. Unless you want to go out to dinner or...?"

"Um, I was really happy to have you here, but..."

"Your Zeke wouldn't like it?"

Coach always got me. I nodded my head. He ran his hand through my hair, stroking me, and held my cheek. "I'm happy for you. I haven't seen you look at anyone like that before. Give me a call if you need me to beat him up. Or at least try."

"Thanks, Coach!" I hugged him tightly.

"See you around, River." He tossed his keys in the air and caught them, making his way out.

I was really glad I got to see him.

I got goosebumps on my neck. I looked to the side. Zeke was staring me down. Why did he always appear out of nowhere?

I crooked my finger at him and didn't look as I walked to the locker room and chose the farthest shower stall. I knew he'd follow.

He pushed me against the wall and kissed me roughly. Hmmm jealous, angry Zeke tasted good.

"Why do I feel like I'm constantly having to pull men off of you?" He spoke harshly into my mouth.

"Because I'm irresistable?" I licked his lips.

He shoved his tongue down my throat. Yum. I allowed it for a few minutes.

I pulled his head back by his hair. "Reward me," I demanded.

His eyes darkened further. He harshly pushed me back against the wall again. Fuck, I liked it when he got rough with me. I resisted, but he flipped me around.

I missed his body against mine when he pulled back. I peeked behind me when nothing happened for a few moments. Zeke was on his knees and ripped down my athletic pants. He pulled both sides of my jock strap and let them go with a snap. I yelped.

Without any preamble, he spread my cheeks wide, and his tongue dove against my hole.

Oh, for all that is holy. My hole spasmed. He speared into me too quickly, but I'd been dying for him to touch me there for so long that even the burn was welcome.

My legs shook. My breath was stolen away.

I popped out my behind as much as I could. I neeeeeded. He stabbed into me with his fat tongue. So wet. So good. So skilled. He licked my insides thoroughly. Every nerve ending was electrified.

"Fuck me, Zeke! Put your huge cock in me!" I begged, I moaned, I cried.

Zeke groaned in response but doubled his efforts with his tongue.

"Ahh! Oohhh!"

He grabbed my dick over my jockstrap and stroked with gusto.

"No! Don't make me come without your- Hmph! I want- Aahh!!"

I came. It was sooo good and made me want so much more at the same time.

I pushed Zeke on his back on the floor and ripped down his pants and underwear. I engulfed his cock and sucked like I needed his seed to survive. I moaned like a slut around him. He hit his head on the concrete floor as he bucked into my mouth, unleashing his monster load.

It was pretty late in the day by this point. Zeke offered to drive me home, but I wanted to stop by the tournament's physical therapist, then had plans with the Wild Dogs. Plus, I was still upset he wouldn't fuck me.

......

The next day, I knocked on Zeke's door and let myself in.

"Honey, I'm home," I mockingly sung in a flat voice.

"In the kitchen!" He responded.

When I found him, I threw a condom packet at his face. "Strip for me."

He laughed when he saw what it is.

"Put it on, big guy. I want to be fucked into oblivion. I- I waited for you... and I'm horny, damn it!"

"Yeah?" He grinned. "And?"

"I'm going to be a physical therapist. I like what they do. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. They're, like, the most important people for athletes."

He rounded the island counter and crushed me in a tight hug. "That's perfect for you. Even if you change your mind later, it's a great direction. Did you-"

"Yes."

"You don't know what I was going to ask."

"I appled to some local colleges last night."

He kissed me. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Well, I hate you."

He kissed all over my face, and I melted against him.

"I prepped," I moaned against him.

I pulled away and stripped at a moderate speed, enjoying his eyes running up and down me.

I got on all fours and wiggled my ass invitingly. A butt plug jiggled in me.

Zeke groaned. He needed no further convincing. He lined up behind me and pulled the plug out. He pushed it back in.

"Zekeee."

He pulled out and pushed back in. He angled it and jiggled, stimulating my prostate.

I panted. "Zeke, fuck you! If you make me blow with this toy and not your fat cock-"

He popped it out, a little too quickly. I lost my voice, but I had nothing else to say, since Zeke fiiiinally lined the head of his cock against me. He rubbed tantalizingly and entered excruciatingly slowly.

Ooohhhh FINALLY!

I glared at him behind my shoulder. "By the way, you're not allowed to come the first time. That's your punishment for making me wait."

His eyes flashed, but he gave a grim smile. "I don't think you'll be long anyways." He twisted his angle to hit my prostate head on. I gasped. He leaned down and stroked my dick fiercely in the hopes of making me lose it quickly. I had planned to drag it on, but... I hadn't been filled by him in so long! Air whooshed out of my lungs as I tried to grab a hold of a shred of sanity, but it had apparently unraveled too far.

My ass spasmed around his thick girth. Hmmm I loved feeling him in me!!

I peeked behind me as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. Holy shit! He was holding back his orgasm!! He looked pained. I thought I'd relish the payback, but I... I wanted to feel his come in me and see him overcome with pleasure from me.

"Zeke," I gasped.

He opened his eyes, reading my wants on my face. "Ugh!!" He thrust into me. "Don't worry, I'm coming with you on the next one."

I whined. His determination to hold out and his desire for me were hot.

He pulled out and changed our positions. He laid on his back and pulled me over him. He held my hips in place with a firm grip and slowly rolled his hips to glide his cock in and out me. Our faces were inches apart. He watched me intently.

He moved in and out of me so slowly, but it made him feel bigger. I felt more friction with his movements. And the eternal feeling of him gliding and pushing against my prostate was unrivaled. My jaw slackened. I haven't felt anything like this before.

My dick grew again, a quicker turnaround time than usual.

"Faster."

He ignored my command, keeping at this excruciating pace. I tried to push down on him, setting a quicker pace myself, but he was strong enough to hold me back and keep us right where he wanted.

Why did the slow glide of him in and out of me feel sooooo good? I'd never been fucked this slowly and yet I was... I was already close to the edge!

He knew what he was doing. His eyes watched me intently. They were almost mischievious in their delight. He got off on my pleasure.

"Zeke."

"Yes, sweet boy?

"When I go to college, I'll be closeby."