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When I was in high school, sixteen years old, I had a queer experience with my math teacher. Queer in both senses of the word.

He was twenty seven, and I was sure he was gay due to the fact he would flirt with me all the time. Being a prince, I was required to go to a private school, uniform and all, and he was my history teacher as well as math. I had one after the other, too. Once after math, he held me in. I usually darted out of the room, eager to get away for a brief moment. He waited until everyone left, and then he began to speak. I was up in front, sitting on a desk while he leaned against his. He talked to me about my work ethic and paying attention, applying myself to the class and all that jazz. He stopped about five minutes in or so. He just looked at me, smiling, for around twenty seconds. I smiled back, uneasily. He took my hand in his and moved it to his crotch. He forced it down on his groin. I was slightly in shock that this was actually happening, so there was no struggle or little effort in one. I looked at my hand, and through his pants, which were beginning to tighten, I could see the formation of his boner. I was frightened, unaware of how far the man would go. He leaned over and kissed me with a deep passion. What a bummer. I was such a prude, he was my first kiss. I closed my eyes, as if it meant something, but it didn't. I'm straight, the moment was unbearable. He released my hand and I drew it back quickly, holding it in front of my chest with my other hand. He slid his pants off slightly, just below his hips. He sat me back on the desk and sat on my lap. His legs were open, on either side of me, while mine were tightly shut, beneath him. He leaned back and forth while holding my arms. His tongue slid across my lips, and I felt trapped. He got up and pulled me to the corner of the classroom where the world map was. He started unbuttoning his shirt and moving closer to me. He moved my hand so it moved across his chest. He stopped moving it when it got to his nipple. He moved my hand down so my fingers were on it. I could feel them, all perked up from arousal. "Pinch them." he commanded me. Out of fear, I obeyed. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me and rested them on my shoulders. I continued to play with his chest as he instructed. He moved my head down and my tongue slid over it. He began to undo his pants and I drew my hands to my side. "What are you doing?" The bell rang before he answered. He smiled and put his clothes back on, neatly. He motioned me to go sit back down. I moved back to my seat. Like I mentioned before, I have math and then history. He teaches both. Students began to walk in. He was sitting at his desk, staring at me. He winked. I felt so gross. As he taught, he'd catch and hold a gaze with me. When he assigned work, the person next to me asked a question. He leaned over so his butt was in my face. I turned my head the other way so it would be less creepy. A while later, after he had returned to his desk, I raised my hand. I was hoping the teacher's assistant would come help, but he did. "Do you need something, Jack?" he said, leaning over and resting his hand on my thigh. He licked his lips. "I didn't get the last page number down." I mumbled, feeling uneasy. He smiled and took my hand, moving it so the number would be written on the paper. "Thanks." I said, pulling my hand away. Pervert I thought. I left class hurriedly when it ended, ignoring his beckon to stay after. I skipped my last two classes that day. I went home early with a friend of mine. We sneaked into my room and played video games for the rest of the day. I was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed, legs crossed, control in my hands. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, feet down, on the floor. "Len, have you ever had a dude hit on you?" "I'm not gay, Jack." "Not me, dude! I mean, has anyone done that?" "No. I don't know any gay people. Why? Someone try and make a move on you?" "Kind of." "They know you're into Michelle, right?" "I am not." "Bro, she's the only thing you ever even talk about anymore." "No she's not." I mumbled. "I'm talking about this, now, aren't I?" "I guess so. Who was it?" "No one." "Dude, you just told me it happened." "I meant no one as in 'I'm not telling you.' Besides, if I did tell you, you'd be creeped out." "I'm creeped out anyways, Jack. Who was it?" I paused for a little while, only the mashing of controls was audible in the room. He was my best friend, I could trust him. Right? "Mr. Donnal." He gagged, "Dude!" he shouted in disgust. "You guys are doing it?" "No! He's just creeping on me." He gagged again, "That's still disgusting!" He paused the game and stared me down. "Have you guys fucked?" Now it was my turn to gag, "No way! That's sick!" "Have you done oral?" More gagging, "No!" "Grinding? Body licking? Kissing? Hugging? What have you done?" My face flushed a little and I let my head fall and turn away from him. "Jack?" he sounded disappointed instead of disgusted, now. "He kissed me. Maybe we rubbed each others crotches." "Oh, Jack." Disappointment and disgust. "What else?" "I-" I paused, choking on my words, not wanting him to judge me more. "I played with his chest." "Ew, Jack, did you suck his tit?" "Guys don't have tits!" "That's not the point, dude!" "Damn it." I gritted my teeth. "Yes. I did." "Bro. That-" he shuttered. "That's nasty." He slid to the side of the bed where I was and put his legs on either side of me. "At least experiment with someone not creepy and old." "I'm not experimenting! He just forced himself on me." Len started playing with my hair. "Bro. You could have asked me." I relaxed into the feel of his hands, "I don't want to do anything with a dude. That's gro-" My words were muffled by lips jammed against mine. My eyes were wide, face pink, heart thumping. My eyes fell shut and I felt the kiss. I felt it as a kiss, not as a man pressing his mouth against mine. Not like Mr. Donnal. He pulled away, "You feel anything?" My face was flushed and I was in shock and rage and my voice was high, "Only extremely confused and disgusted and embarrassed!" "What? Did you not want me to?" "No!" "Oh, my bad. I thought you wanted me to take the taste of Mr. Donnal away and leave the residue of me on you. Can you taste me?" I licked my lips without thinking, Len smiled. "You're actually trying to taste me? Do you know what Mr. Donnal tastes like? Can you still taste him?" "Dude, shut up." I said, voice full of embarrassment. "So, you know what I taste like now, right?" "No. It just tastes like me." "Oh, well you want to taste? I can taste you a little." I slid my hand through my hair and sighed. "Why not? Might as well get the gay shit over with." He tucked my hair behind my ears and held my face in his hand. He leaned towards my face and as he did, it grew hot. He kissed me gently. Remembering that I was supposed to taste him, I slid my tongue across my lips to see if I could, but it was just a trap. He slid his tongue over mine and into my mouth. It flickered around, tasting every part of me. A small moan passed through my mouth and he pulled away, "Moaning? Over a kiss? You sure you're not into me?" "Come on, Len. That's not cool." "Is that it, then?" "What do you mean?" "Any other experimenting interests?" "What? No." "You've never wanted to suck a dick?" My face went hot again, "No!" "Why not? Girls do it and I'm sure they don't like it if it seems that bad to us." He tapped our foreheads together, "Pleasure me, Jack. I want you to." "No way." I replied softly. "What if I do you, first?" I pondered the thought and sighed heavily. "Damn it. Fine. But it better feel good." "Get on your bed, then, fagot." "Oh, what? You bastard! No way!" "You already said yes, you cant do that." "Yes I can! You called me a fagot." "So what? You're a fag. Get on the bed." "No." He got off the bed, picked me up and tossed me on the bed. "Stop being such a baby." He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as him arms could go. I tried to pull my knees together but I was over powered. "Len, no." "Close your eyes and pretend I'm Michelle." "But, no. That's just creepy." "It'll feel better. Just do it." "Just stop and I won't have to!" "I'm not gonna stop, Jack. You're either going to like it or not. But it's happening." "No it's not! I'll call a guard. I will. You stop it, now, you freak." "Jack." He spoke softly, raised my shirt and kissed my stomach, slowly moving down. In between each kiss he said my name. My moans paired up with each kiss. He got to my crotch and mouthed over my bulge. "Jack," he murmured, "Jack, tell me you want it." "No. I don't." My voice was hardly audible, and the pleasure of my tone made it obvious I did really want it. I wanted it so bad. "Don't lie to me, Jack. Tell me you want it." He started to bring my pants down, revealing more and more of my cock. "I want to hear it." I sighed unevenly, "I want it." My voice was a shallow breath. I could see the satisfactory look on his face without even having to look at it. I could feel its presence. I felt a surge of pleasure rush over my body; it was in his mouth. He was sucking, rubbing his tongue all over, kissing, slurping, blowing, everything. It felt unlike anything I'd felt before. The little bursts of incomprehensible words probably signaled that to him. It didn't take long for me to finish. He spit my residue on the carpet. "Hey!" "What? It's not like your highness will have to clean it up." My cheeks grew pink. "Don't call me that." "Your highness?" "I said don't!" "Alright, my prince." Pink changed to red, "That's even worse!" He laughed. For some reason he struck me as cute when he did. My eyes widened after the thought was processed. I was in shock, I think Len's cute? Oh God! He smiled softly, chin resting on his crossed arms. His body was off the bed. "You're cute, Jack." "Dude! Stop being a fag. It's just for experimenting, remember?" "Maybe for you. I kinda like you, y'know?" "No! I don't know!" He laughed some more and stood up. As if his laugh didn't make me long for him enough, he was a beautiful young man. Tall, slender body. Thin but toned arms and legs. His legs were my favorite part. They were so long. His brown hair was always styled so fancy. Always slicked back but without products so it was always a natural shine and very soft. He usually wore black. It made him look thin, even though he already was. He wore a white belt so you could tell where one part ended and the other began. Even as I am now, I find him attractive. No where near as attractive as my wife, but he is very beautiful. His children have some of his beauty, but he married someone less attractive so they're averaged out. Even now, he looks as if he's in his late twenties or early thirties. He's forty four, as am I. Getting back to the point, it was my turn. "Alright, Jack. Pleasure me." I threw my pillow at him. He caught it and let it fall to the floor. "Pillows won't help you." He got onto the bed and stood on his knees. "You have to do all of it." "What do you mean all of it?" "Undoing my pants, pulling it out and sucking it." "No way!" "I did that for you." "So what? I didn't make you." "But I did, so hurry up." "I'm not gonna-" he pressed his crotch to my face. Mouth open, his bulge went in my mouth. It was still covered by his dark pants. I absentmindedly mouthed over it. He let out a small sigh. My heart throbbed as it realized what I was doing but my mind was somewhere else. I'm pleasuring him? Just like this? I moved my mouth more eagerly. "Oh, Jack." he sighed. My hands moved on their own, rapidly opening his pants and pulling out his cock. My mouth swallowed it, sucking and licking. My tongue caressed him. The taste was overwhelming. Pre-cum was salty. Salty and arousing. I was getting my own hard off this. He put his hands on my head, "Jack, I think you're a little too good at this. You sure Mr. Donnal didn't make you do this?" His voice was shaky, obviously replacing sighs and moans. I ignored him and sucked harder and harder until his body gave out and he finished in my mouth. I swallowed. "Ew, Jack? Did you swallow?" "Uh," my face was pink, "Maybe." "That's a yes or no question, Jack!" "Yes." I re answered quietly. "You're disgusting." He put his erect limb away and sat back against the wall my bed was up against. "If Mr. Donnal keeps touching you, you'd tell me, right?" "No." I said with a little more harshness than intended. "Not if you're going to make this happen every time." "You went for it, you wanted it as much as I did." "That may be true, but you're a fag. It actually meant something to you, for me, this was just for pleasure." Yes. Say anything that will make it seem like this was all him. Make him know you didn't want it. But you do want it, Jack. I don't. You do. He can't know. Lie. I'll lie. "I was thinking of Michelle when you were doing it." His eyes widened slightly and he stared at me briefly. He got off my bed and ruffled my hair. He gathered his belongings and left. I hurt him. His feelings, his self esteem, his pride, his man hood, all because I couldn't admit the truth. Things weren't awkward like I thought they'd be the next day. I went to his house in the morning to give him a ride to school. He was outside his house, leaning against the left stair rail, like usual. Backpack slung over his left shoulder, left leg crossed in front of the right one. Hair styled the same way, amber eyes shimmering in the bright morning sun. Black jacket, black school uniform. That uniform was made for him. It showed off everything about him. Accented all the right parts. He looked amazing in it, pulled it off so well. He always skipped a few top buttons, showing off his flawless skin around his collar bone. He walked to the car, the butler opened the door for him, waited for him to sit, closed the door and got back into the car, proceeding to the school. "About yesterday," I started. "Forget it." His deep voice made my heart pound when I heard it. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. Whether you reacted in a misleading way or not, it was my error. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" "You can't blame yourself for all of it, I said OK." "It wasn't OK, though, was it? You just said it not to anger me. Am I wrong?" I answered slowly and reluctantly, "No." "Didn't think so. So, do you forgive me?" "Of course." He smiled and we acted as if yesterday didn't happen. We talked like we normally did, and we went about the day casually. I got into math, completely forgetting what had happened the day before. "Mr. Missoni, I missed you after history yesterday. Didn't you hear me call you to stay after?" "Yes, but I had better things to do. You already made me stay after math." "I heard, I tried to get the office to send you to me, but they said you went home sick." Sick? Must have been Al. "Can you stay after today?" "I don't think so." "Well, I know there's no reason for you to leave after this class, so at least I have you then." "No, I have to-" "No excuses. Your friends can wait. I have unfinished business with you." The class went on normally. Boring and long. I didn't pay attention. Didn't take notes, didn't do the work, didn't- "Mr. Missoni, please pay attention." I straightened out but hunched back again and stared at the front board. His class was a wasteland, my worst nightmare, and I had him for two hours everyday, back to back. After class I tried to leave but he stood in front of the door. "I have to go to my-" "No you don't." He gave me a light shove back in the class. "How do you know?" "The classes have their own class set of books and you don't do anything in my regardless." "Maybe if your class wasn't so God damn boring, I- "That's enough. You've become so inconsiderate and rude lately. What if I told your parents? You'd have to take my classes again or stay after every day to catch up." "Or they wouldn't care. They own most of the world. Why do they care if I'm stupid? Which, by the way, I'm not. Your class just sucks." "You know what else sucks? Having a mouth-offy student who disrespects his piers and elders just because he's going to inherit a lot of the world. Being a king requires a vast knowledge of all subjects, you can't just ride on daddy's coat tail forever. You will eventually have to know everything he knows and more to be able to rule your kingdom. Stop being so arrogant and listen to me for once. I'm just trying to better you for your future and the future of millions of others. "If you don't want to listen to me after or before class then I'm not above making you look like a fool during class. Understand?" "Yes sir." I said quietly. He certainly brought me back down to Earth. "I don't want to come off as a jerk to you, but you're being obnoxious and rude." "Yeah, well you molested me." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. I could send you to prison for life if I wanted. Do you know how important I am? I am an only child and the only person who can inherit the throne after my father. You forced me to do inappropriate things, thus mocking my authority. I could banish you." "Yes. You very well could." His tone was low and he stood back from me. "My deepest apologies, your highness. I didn't mean to be inappropriate with you yesterday. My attraction for you became overwhelming, but I assure you, it won't happen again." He was true to his word. He never did or said anything like that to me ever again. I took his advice and started to do exceedingly well in academics. I took university classes on law, government and people skills. Later in life, Michelle and I got engaged and married. We had three sons, Hisoka, being the oldest, Tyrone and Fisher. The younger ones seem to have a higher intelligence rate than Hisoka, but they are not as useful or social. I plan to leave most of our owned land to Tyrone, and then a few places to the other children. That being said, Tyrone has the most intelligence and ability to rule the majority of the lands. Fisher has obtained some of the greatest nations; the United States of America, Australia and Russia. Hisoka has the Middle East and Island nations. Life has been fairly amazing since then.