"Which one Tasha, the blonde, the brunette or the Nelly look-a-like? I hope it's not the Nelly look-a-like cause I'll make it 'Hot in Herre' for him," Lauren winked.
Tasha giggled, "Lauren, you are so bad. I'm talking about the brunette. What year is he? How's my hair look?" the girl fired rapidly, "My skirt's okay? What about my teeth? Nothing in them right? My breath?" Tasha cupped her mouth to breathe in and check herself then straighten her skirt.
Lauren held her hands up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there. Before you make a bigger ass of yourself, let me fill you in on the a few things since you just transferred here to Hillcrest High."
Tasha nodded then looked behind her friend to stare at the beautiful brunette talking with his friends across the hall. "I'm all ears."
"Sure you are," Lauren sarcastically replied. "Listen, that guy there is a senior. One of the finest ones might I add."
"It's duly noted. Carry on."
"His name is Joshua Chasez. He's like a fucking brainiac but cool, you know?"
Tasha nodded her head, "Yeah how come you never told me about him before? I definitely would have transferred here a lot sooner."
"Yeah well don't worry about how you look right now cause homeboy's taken. And by another one of the finest albeit dumbest seniors here."
"Yeah," Tasha calculating what she had to do to make Josh- she's already given him a nickname in her head therefore she's on the hunt, "How dumb is he bitch? Cause Josh's got to be tired of carrying smart conversations with himself. How long have they been together?"
"Damn you're already calling him Josh?" Lauren shakes her head in pity, "You can't break them up. Besides he's gay."
"As in happy?" Tasha hoped.
"No, dumbass," the girl said slowly, " as in if you no have no dick, you no play with his joystick, you get me?" Lauren widened her eyes.
"So his bitch is a guy?"
"Correct. Not only that but he's extremely stupid and a fucking truant. He cuts classes like there's no tomorrow. A fucking badass and no one knows his real age but it's gotta be somewhere under twenty-one cause they kick you out after that. He's a super-duper senior."
"Really?" Tasha asked, astonished.
"Oh very really. His name's Justin Timberlake. Ask him what color is the sky, he'll tell you two. Fortunately, he doesn't corrupt Joshua. He's going to be valedictorian this year- well it is the beginning of the school year but if he keeps on doing what he's doing, he's the top dog."
"Wow. Well are there any who look like him and are straight?"
"Wouldn't said guy be taken too?" Tasha stared at her friend, "Exactly." Lauren deadpanned.
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"Yeah, I am swamped with AP classes this semester," Joshua explained to his friends from his AP Biology class, "I don't know how I am going to schedule in time to tutor also." Joshua was searching in his locker for his textbook.
"You're going tutor Justin this year? Shit, that's like trying to teach a brick wall," Kyle, the Nelly look-a-like asked.
Lance and Kyle giggled.
"Guys," JC sighed as he closed his lockers. He turned around to confront his classmates. "Look I'm tired of all the jokes, okay. Justin isn't stupid. He just makes…stupid choices."
"I bet," Lance sarcastically replied.
"Look Lance I didn't give you shit when you dated that thirty year old," JC shuddered.
"Hey! He was twenty-nine," Lance pointed indignantly.
"Motherfucker, that's close enough," Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Yeah…well…whatever." Lance mumbled.
The bell rang, signaling the start of 5th period. The high school hallway was clearing out, students rushing and pushing to get to class.
"Yo, I'm out. I have Calculus with Mr. Whitman," Kyle slung his book bag on his back.
"Oooh…" JC and Lance groaned in mock pain.
"Yeah," Kyle sighed, "Later."
"Later," the remaining two answered back.
"Listen, Josh, I was thinking," Lance placed his hand on Joshua's shoulder, "we should definitely," he stepped in closer to talk to the blue-eyed boy and opened his mouth to finish his sentence.
A hand came up to snatch Lance's off of Joshua's shoulders, "You trying to push up on my man?" Justin angrily growled.
"What? I-I…w-wo-wouldn't…I-I-I mean," Lance stuttered as Justin threw his hand against the metal locker door.
"W-W-What you n-nn-need to d-ddd-do," Justin mockingly stuttered, "is get the fuck out of here. Before I break your jaw," he smirked evilly.
"Justin!" Joshua called out from behind his boyfriend, trying to get his attention before Justin did something he'll regret.
"Not now JC," Justin called out, not turning back to look at him but waiting for Lance to scamper. "What the fuck? Are you deaf? Move bitch!"
Lance ran from the couple and to study hall. He was sure he would not meet Justin there.
"Justin!" Justin turned around to stare at his boyfriend.
"What?" Justin pushed JC into the lockers. The hall was virtually empty.
"Justin!" JC whined.
"Shh...I'll give you something to say my name out loud like that," Justin murmured into JC's collarbone.
"We're in school, Justin," JC moaned, "we can't do this here."
"I'm not gonna tell," Justin flicked his tongue on JC's neck, "are you, baby?"
JC rolled his eyes then put his head on the back of someone's locker, to let Justin get easy access to his neck. "You're going to get us in trouble on the first day back," he whispered.
Justin dragged his tongue up from JC's neck to his ear and sucked on his earlobe. JC's hands dug themselves into the back of Justin's jeans, pushing their groins together.
"I was thinking about you, baby," Justin whispered naughtily into JC's ear as he grinded his pelvis into JC.
"I know, I know," JC panted, "Guess which hand right?" JC gripped tightly on Justin's behind, kneading his cheeks.
Justin chuckled throatily, "No. I didn't even have to use my hands to cum. I just remembered the last time I was inside of you. How hot, slick and tight you were. How you scratched my back," Justin dragged his tongue from JC's ear to his lips, "How you shuddered when I hit your spot, over and over and over," he whispered silkily.
"Shut up and kiss me," JC ordered hungrily.
Justin swiped his tongue into JC's mouth, once, twice, three times very quickly and then pecked his studious boyfriend's lips.
"Why did that albino motherfucker have his hands on you?" he asked.
"Justin," JC groaned. He had a class to get to and he did not feel like getting the third degree from Justin. He'd rather get felt up a bit and go on his horny yet happy way but the determined set in Justin's eyes told JC that he might not get his wish.
Justin lifted JC's chin and pulled his face closer, "What?" he kissed JC again.
"I'm going to be extremely late to class. I'm already ten minutes late." JC licked at Justin's lips.
"So? It's the first day of classes. They can't give you detention. So tell me, do I have to kick the blond asshole's ass?" Justin implored.
"Justin, he's a friend. That's all. I'm with you. I wouldn't do something like that." JC stared into Justin's eyes and tried to convince his jealous boyfriend.
"Shit, I know that. It's him. He doesn't know that," Justin dragged his hand between their tightly pressed middles and found JC's belt buckle.
"Nuh-uh," JC shook his head negatively and grabbed Justin's hand before he went any further. "I really can't miss AP History. Mr. Cacciatore retired this year, so there's a new teacher and I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day, baby."
"Fine," Justin slightly pouted, "But we are going to definitely finish this and our talk about that motherfucker hitting on you later." Justin backed away slightly from JC.
JC sighed and switched the topic. "So you're not going to walk me to class?" He picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"Nope."
"No?" JC asked in shock.
"No. I'm not gonna walk ya," Justin smirked and then lifted JC until he was straddling his hips, "I'm gonna carry your hot ass. Damn, baby you're so fine."
JC folded his legs around the older man, "You're a caveman," he giggled.
"And you're a nerd." Justin began to walk down the empty hall.
"Hey," JC cried out indignantly, "you have no problem fucking this nerd."
"And you have no problem being fucked by this caveman," Justin countered. "I love you dork."
"And I love you too, Neanderthal," he smirked.
"Yeah, you're my bitch," Justin grunted as the walked up the stairs.
"Um, last time I checked, you were the one carrying me to class. Therefore, you're my bitch," he replied cheekily.
"Hey this bitch will drop you," Justin warned as they made their way to the third floor.
"No you won't. It's room 322." JC guided the man.
"I know," Justin grunted as he climbed the last step and opened the door. "I swiped your program card this morning."
"Thief," JC called out lightly in Justin's ear, his head resting on the blonde man's shoulder.
"Among other things," Justin announced as he placed JC gently on his feet. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand in his and the two walked to the AP History classroom.
"How many classes have you gone to so far, baby?" JC asked. He knew Justin's past absences were record-breaking and astronomical.
"I plan to...later," Justin smirked and quickly kissed his boyfriend to cut off his protest.
"Don't think you're getting off that easy," JC warned.
"Jesus, I hope not. I plan for more than a little kiss."
JC lightly hit Justin the chest and the two made their way to the classroom. Lucky, for Joshua, the class started only five minutes ago. His new teacher, Mr. Joseph Fatone was calling out names from his attendance sheet and was up to JC.
"Chasez. Joshua Chasez," the bearded young man called out and then looked up to see a pair of students in the doorway. The teacher briefly glanced at the blonde but slowly checked out the brunette. "Either one of you, Josh Chasez?" the teacher grinned widely, slightly hoping for the brunette to be the Josh.
"It's Joshua," Justin answered. He didn't like the new teacher and especially hated him giving his boy a nickname.
"So you're Joshua?" Joseph's smile fell slightly. He could see that the blonde was going to be a problem.
"No, I'm Joshua," he smiled sheepishly. He was a bit embarrassed when Justin went into He-Man mode.
"Well I guess you're present," Joseph winked and checked the boy off his roster.
Justin squinted his eyes in disgust. Was this motherfucker flirting with his man?
"There's a seat available by my desk, Joshua," the teacher smiled and went back to calling out names.
JC turned to his boyfriend and stared into his eyes for a quick moment. He mouthed 'Calm down, baby. Ok? I love you,' he winked, 'Bye.' He blew Justin a kiss and went off to sit in the front of the classroom.
Justin watched his boyfriend make his way down the aisle of desks to the front and saw another empty chair by him. Justin didn't trust this Mr. Fatone one damn iota and knew when someone was hitting on his man when he saw it. He had study hall this period but since Justin would have just roamed the school during this time he figured that he'd join this class. JC wouldn't tell on him, in fact he would encourage him and these geeks wouldn't say shit or he'll kick their ass.
"May I help you?" Joseph asked the tall curly haired boy who was standing in the doorway and staring menacingly at him.
"Nope," Justin sneered and made his way to sit front and center, next to his baby. The entire class watched their high school bad boy take a seat.
"Justin?" JC stared at his boyfriend as if he lost his mind, "What are you doing?"
Justin settled into the chair and leaned over the desk to talk to his boyfriend, "I'm going to join this class, baby. That's what I'm doing," he smiled.
"Um, Justin you aren't registered for the class. Besides you'd had to have taken all your history classes and have passed."
"I've done both," he admitted.
"You have?"
"You act so shocked, Jace. You have no faith in me?" he pouted. Justin only pouted for his boy. He knew it could win JC over.
"Of course I have faith in you, it's just that you never seem to take an interest in the subject." Or any other subject, Joshua thought.
"Yeah well it's my fave subject," he leaned back in the chair and folded his hands behind his back. He wasn't lying. This was the only subject he never had to repeat but no one knew that.
Mr. Fatone made his way to his desk.
"Hi," he flakily smiled, "Are you Lance Bass?"
"Hell no," Justin smartly answered.
"Well then it appears that you have the wrong class, son. You see I have only one missing person on my attendance sheet and it seems that you're not him."
"I just registered," Justin lied.
"Uh," a boy behind Justin began to protest Justin's statement but Justin turned to face the boy and pounded his fist into his hand, hiding it from Mr. Fatone. The boy gulped and hurriedly, replied, "Oh yes, Mr. Fatone. He registered this morning."
"Is that so?" Joseph arched his eyebrow at the tall youth. He felt that something wasn't right.
"Oh yes. It's so," Justin smirked. He knew that his guidance counselor would do back flips if she found out he was planning to take this class. She's been trying for years to make Justin take this class but if Fatone was going to keep looking at his boy like wanted to devour him, Justin was going to be his student.
"Well then, you are?"
"Justin Timberlake. That's T-I-M-B-E-R-L-" he spelled out slowly for the teacher.
"I can spell it," Joseph cut him off. He quickly scrawled the name on his attendance sheet.
"Just making sure," the blonde smirked rudely and blew a kiss to his curly haired boyfriend.
JC widened his eyes in warning and returned the favor, adding a wink along with his air kiss.
"Great so class, I understand that the title of this class can scare a few of you. And I bet you were expecting some old geezer reciting from a ten thousand pound textbook," the class tittered, " but this year will be different, I assure you. I want all of us to feel like friends," the teacher paused briefly to glance at JC, "instead of teacher and pupils. So today we are all going to introduce ourselves."
"Do we have to write an autobiography?" an overeager student asked.
'Fucking geek,' Justin mouthed to JC. JC blushed and giggled quietly.
"No nothing like that. I want everyone to talk about themselves for about three to five minutes," he moved to stand in front JC. "I'll start with myself first, okay? My name is Joseph Fatone. I'm twenty-four years old and from Brooklyn, New York. I'm currently working on my Master's in History at Simpson College," he smiled warmly at the class. He continued to talk about himself for the maximum allotted time and started to call on students from the back of the room to begin to describe themselves.
'This is boring," Justin mouthed to JC. 'I'd rather be making out with you. Want to take a bathroom break?' Justin grinned.
JC shook his head negatively. 'No, baby, we can't. Besides you are the one who lied about signing up to this class. Don't complain," he admonished.
'I don't give a fuck about these nerds and the loser ass lives they lead. I just want to learn about you and the sexy way you can bend your-'
'Don't start saying things like that here. You don't know what it does to me, baby.'
'So why can't we do something about it, now?' Justin pouted.
'No.'
'How about you touch yourself for me?'
'How about I don't?"
The two silently mouthed off to each other back and forth while Mr. Fatone listened to the entire class until it was time to listen to Justin and Joshua.
"Well Joshua it seems that it is your turn. I, for one, would love to hear more about you," the teacher beamed a little too brightly. Justin closed his eyes to slits as he watched the teacher stare his boyfriend down. If the teacher kept leering at his man, he was going to throw JC over his shoulder and hightail it out of there.
"Well, I," JC began as the teacher stood against his desk, folding his arms, giving the boy his undivided attention.
"Why don't you stand up, Josh? I can call you Josh, right?"
JC briefly glanced at Justin and looked back at the teacher as he stood in front of him. "Um, whatever is easier for you, sir."
"No sir's, please Josh. I'm Joey. Sir makes me sound too old, you know. I'm just twenty-four," he quipped.
"We know that already," Justin pointed out to Fatone. He did not like him at all. He began to simmer.
"You can wait your turn, Justin," Joseph stated but did not turn his eyes away from JC. "You know what how about I sit at your desk and you can face the entire class." Joseph made his way to his student's desk and sat down in front of him. "Please do continue, Josh."
"Well my name is Joshua Chasez. I guess you already knew that," he blushed slightly. He was uncomfortable but he continued to describe himself.
Justin tuned him out and focused on the teacher, who was gawking at his boy. Justin watched the brunette as he leaned forward at the desk, too close to JC for Justin's comfort. Justin looked at the clock on the wall to see if his boy's five minutes were up. He wanted JC sitting down, behind his desk and away from the fucking teacher.
"Ain't it my turn, now?" Justin seethed. His voice held an aura of quiet anger.
"I don't think so, Justin."
"It has been over five minutes, sir." JC reminded the man. He wanted to sit down because a) Justin's face was turning red- which meant he's not too far from belligerent, b) Mr. Fatone made him slightly uncomfortable and c) he hated talking in front of people.
"Looks like you are right yet again Joshua," the teacher rose from his student's desk and briefly brushed past the boy's side, shortly grazing him.
It meant nothing to JC but was every damn thing to Justin. He shot up from behind his desk, reading to lay into the teacher but Mr. Fatone misinterpreted Justin's move as a signal for his turn to talk about himself.
"You may begin," Joseph ordered from behind his desk, not looking up at the blonde.
JC recognized the maniacal gleam in his boy's eyes and quickly caught Justin's attention by knocking over his book from Justin's desk. JC threw his own pen on the floor and asked, "Justin can you help me down here?" JC hurriedly knelt down and tugged on Justin's pants leg.
Justin scowled but bent down to help, "Why'd you do that?" He angrily whispered.
"To stop you from carrying out what ever you have cooking in your mind," JC whispered back.
"He touched you on purpose and I don't like it. You have to switch this class."
"I don't believe you," JC scoffed. He picked up the book and pen. "Look, forget whatever you think he did. It's not important. I'm your boyfriend and know one else's. I thought we covered that?"
Justin frowned and began to stand up.
JC took his seat and glanced at the blonde.
"We're waiting, Mr. Timberlake."
"I'm Justin Timberlake," he started. And then he sat back down.
"And..." Joseph asked wondering what the rest of the student's story was.
"And if you want to know more, I'm sure you can find out from someone who works in this school," he stated arrogantly and rolled his eyes.
"I just might do that," Joseph threatened.
Justin shrugged and stared in defiance. He knew JC was trying to catch his eye but Justin ignored him.
"Well then class, today I want to briefly discuss..."
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The bell rang signifying the end of the period. The students began to wander out including Mr. Fatone who had a meeting to attend directly after class. He was supposed to lock the door behind him.
Justin who came up with a wicked plan knocked JC's book bag, scattering all of the boy's books, pens, calculator and papers all over the floor.
"Damn it!" JC exclaimed as he stared at his boyfriend in confusion. He could not believe Justin just purposely spilled his belongings.
The history teacher sighed heavily. He was already five minutes late to the meeting. And he watched as JC glared at the older youth. "Look, Josh," speaking to the brunette, "I have a meeting to attend that I am six minutes late to. I can trust you to lock the door, Josh?"
"Of course, Mr. Fatone. I'm sorry about keeping you from your meeting," JC said apologetically.
"Oh it's not problem Josh. Good day," he winked to the youth, ignoring Justin and left.
"And good fucking riddance!" Justin called out to the empty room and swaggered to the door. He closed it gently and leaned against the locked door, watching his baby pick up the stationery and throw them angrily into the bag. He pulled down the shade over glass window on the door as he memorized JC's fluid movements. He was graceful even angry.
"Justin, look, help here with this mess you caused. I can't believe you did this."
"We'll get to that, later." He pushed himself away from the door and made his way slowly to the crouching teen.
"Um, no. We are going to get to this now."
"My point exactly," Justin stopped in front of him.
JC placed the last of his papers into his bag and looked up to stare at his young lover. "You make no sense. Did you listen to the past two statements you made? Can you tell me why I am not following you here?" JC scowled, as he stood upright.
"Yeah. You see I threw your shit for reason," Justin purred. He grabbed the boy's backpack and threw it next to his spiral notebook. "I was thinking. Why don't we christen this place?" Justin drew his palm over his clothed erection. He watched JC gulp and goggle at Justin Jr.
"We can't. Besides the teacher's going to be back soon and we'll get into so much trouble. And we can't do this. It's against school policy and it's wrong, Justin," JC gasped as Justin opened his zipper, reached into the fly of his boxers and pulled out his erection, the purple head just begging to be seen, touched, held.
"Just, baby, put it back." JC sighed as Justin backed him into Mr. Fatone's desk.
"You don't want me to put it back. Well, maybe to your back but we're getting to that," Justin smirked knowingly.
"Justin-" JC began to protest but Justin quickly threw his mouth on him. Justin laved his tongue inside the sweet inside of JC's mouth. JC readily pushed his tongue against Justin's, always ready for a little tongue action.
Justin put his nimble fingers to good use. He unbuttoned his boy's shirt, squeezing his nipples and then cast the shirt to the side. Justin leaned heavily into the slender youth, holding onto his shoulders while he pressed deeper into his boyfriend's mouth. "Touch me," Justin silkily ordered as he went to work on JC's belt buckle.
JC wrapped his hand around the nine inches, rubbing his boy the right way. Justin gasped at feeling JC's long fingered hand stoke his pulsating member. JC pulled at a steady pace, not too hard to make Justin come and not too slow to make him whine.
Justin latched his mouth to JC's neck, biting a milky white spot and bruising the tender skin, marking what was his. "Take my shirt off, JC," he murmured into the pale neck.
JC was more than happy to oblige. He pulled himself from the maddening force that was Justin and rapidly lifted the offending shirt from Justin's upper torso. "Baby," he whispered throatily.
"I'll take care of you soon," Justin said as he took off JC's unbuttoned pants along with his boxer briefs. He backed away to let JC step out of them and then flattened the boy onto the desk to ravage him. Justin rubbed his burgeoning erection against JC's and both teens moaned in pleasure. Justin pulled his pants down and removed his cock from the boxer's fly and threw the garment, along with pants, to the floor. "Suck me," Justin commanded while traipsing his fingers over the brunette's stiff shaft.
JC rose up from the desk and kneeled to the ground in front of the blonde. He bathed his tongue of the spurting head at first. Justin groaned his agreement to his boy's move and then combed his fingers through the curly hair. He kept his hand entwined in the chocolate locks, getting a good grip and gently forcing the younger teen to take more into his oral cavity.
JC widened his mouth, damn near scarfing down the swelled phallus. He deep throated like a pro, making the head to Justin's cock tickle his throat. JC began to hum but that was too much for Justin. He forcefully pulled JC away from his body and half dragged the boy upright. Justin swallowed the other man's tongue and pinned him against the blackboard.
"My turn," Justin growled against JC's mouth. He held the lighter man against the board while he began his descent. JC placed both feet on the chalk holder, which was connected to the edge of the blackboard, squatting with his legs opened as wide as he could.
Justin looked up from nipping JC's nipples and told JC to "Hold it just like that, baby."
JC complied and grunted his approval at Justin's choice to skip the rest of the foreplay and deal with his frustrated cock.
Justin flattened his broad tongue against the pretty shaft. He knew JC didn't like to be teased for too long, so he detoured the foreplay and brought his mouth to the rigid phallus.
JC panted heavily, "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop." He rolled his eyes in pleasure and then abruptly opened glacial blue peepers. "Why'd you stop," he squawked.
Justin, who still had both of his hands on JC's chest to support the both of them, brought a hand to JC's balls and began to play with them. "Do you like Fatone?"
JC curled his toes from the Justin's hand play. "Why are we talking about him now?"
"Just answer the question," Justin squeezed lightly on the testes.
"No," JC sighed.
"Well he likes you. And I think you know about that too. Why don't you tell him to fuck off?"
"Because, baby, he's. He's a teacher and he can't do anything about it."
"I don't like that fucker looking at you like that."
"What are you going to do about it? Cut his eyes out?" JC joked but Justin didn't answer him back, he kept on fingereing his balls.
"Justin," JC whined. He did not want to talk about the teacher at all right now. He was hot, horny and open and all his boy wanted to do is talk about Mr. Fatone.
"Justin forget about him. How many times do I tell you that you are the only one for me?"
"A lot."
"Well then stop talking about him and come fuck me baby," JC smiled.
"Maybe I don't want to now," Justin teased.
"Hello! I am splayed out in front of you. Just ready for your taking and that's what you say to me? Maybe I should wait for Mr. Fatone to come back and-" JC began to joke but Justin surged from the ground and lifted JC away from the board, folding the cocoa brown haired man's legs around his waist.
"That's not even funny," Justin roared passionately. He ravaged JC's hickey once again, spreading the bruise, making sure it was very visible to everyone else that his boy was taken.
"Justin, I. I need you, now."
"Stand up and bend over then." Justin unwrapped JC's legs from his waist. The brunette braced both of his hands on the desk spreading his legs for his boyfriend.
Justin wrapped a meaty fist over his meaty shaft and stroked himself. "You leaking, baby?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," JC moaned. He began to rub himself against the desk. He was getting antsy.
"Well touch yourself a little and then give me your hand," he instructed while pumping himself.
JC did as he was told, slathering his pre-cum over his rigid penis. He was just getting into it when Justin grabbed his hand and brought it to his angry, purple dick. "Don't forget about me."
"Never," JC whispered.
"Finger yourself, Jace."
JC licked two fingers and inserted into his anus. He stretched himself for his lover, preparing his bottom for Justin's impending pumping.
"Out now." Justin ordered while spitting into his hand, preparing a makeshift lube on his erection.
"In now," JC moaned. He pushed his ass forward for Justin to take.
Justin placed his head at the opening and gently pushed in, not wanting to hurt his baby.
JC wiggled impatiently on the intruding shaft, "Fuck me," he pleaded.
Justin pushed forward into the hot, warm cavern and pumped. JC's ass seemed to swallow the cock. JC pushed back while Justin pushed forward. The blonde pulled nearly all the way out of the warm crevice. He plunged back in with a hard thrust. JC almost fell forward on the desk as he felt his boy press his sweet spot.
“Right there, baby. Just there,” JC cried out. He was close to coming.
Justin reached his large hand around JC’s waist and found his boy’s weeping cock. He pulled as he thrust into the tight walls of JC’s bottom, making sure to swipe JC’s prostrate every time he dug into that ass.
“Oh my God. Justin. I. I,” JC screamed in passion. He squeezed his inner anal walls around Justin.
“You’re coming, baby. I know,” Justin finished while injecting himself harder and faster. Justin was going to cum as well.
“Justin,” he drawled as he came. JC leaned onto the desk face first, riding out his orgasm.
Justin pumped his hips two more times and then he came, splashing his semen deep inside of the slender boy. He laid on top of the worn out man, licking the sweat off of JC’s neck while coming down from his high, bathing his handiwork on the illuminant bruise marring JC’s skin.
“Shit,” JC called out against the wood.
“What?” Justin said in JC’s skin.
“We have to clean up before Mr. Fatone comes back,” JC reminded his boyfriend worriedly.
“Don’t worry. I got it all under control. Love you, baby.” He pulled out and stood upright. He opened Joseph’s desk and pulled out his papers and napkins.
“I love you, too. Justin, put those back,” JC admonished as he stood.
“Fucker won’t mind. C’mere let me wipe you off.” Justin pulled JC toward him. He gently cleaned off his boy and then bent down to give him a little kiss on his semi-hard cock. “Perfect,” he murmured into the flesh. He stood back up and quickly wiped himself, using all of the sheets and napkins. He balled them up and threw it into the wastebasket.
“We are going to get in trouble.” JC searched for his boxer briefs.
Justin bent to pick them and handed them to JC. “Don’t worry. I got it under control.”
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Mr. Fatone made his way back to his classroom about ten minutes after the couple left.
He threw his papers onto his desk and sat down. He smacked his hands on the desktop edge and pulled it away when he noticed that it was wet.
He brought his hand closer for inspection and noticed that is was...
"CUM!"
Seems that Justin forgot to clean one certain thing.
The End