Teacher

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The man stood in the doorway to his home, his cloak billowing around him, shielding him in a sheet of darkness. He held an opened letter in his hand, his heart sinking as he read the oh-so familiar phrase, "We do not feel your lifestyle would fit into our team".

Of course, he wasn't expecting good news. His last few applications had all resulted in similar rejection letters, yet it still soured his mood.

He rolled his eyes, dropping the paper at his feet and letting the wind take it from him. Entering his apartment swiftly, Thomas placed down his bags, he didn't have time to mope, he had a lesson to prepare.

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Johnathan ran, desperately trying not to slip on the porch steps as he approached the door. His bus had been delayed and now he was late. He knew Mr Riviera was going to be furious. He had once cancelled one of Jonathan's lessons because of his and I quote "ridiculous" footwear. He wondered how he'd feel when he showed up dripping on his floor, and late.

Of course Jonathan understood why Mr Riviera was so strict about such things, after being rejected from high musical society himself, he had made it his duty to make sure that nobody else would be.

A soggy piece of paper caught his eye, stuck in a bush outside the apartment building. Curiosity got the better of him and he reached out to grab the sopping letter. Reading quickly he absorbed the information. He already knew a great deal about Mr Riviera's private life and he wasn't surprised to see the most recent rejection his teacher had received. He was, however, surprised to see that Mr Riviera had bothered to apply at all; it was not a particularly prestigious orchestra. One far below the talents that he possessed. He supposed that it showed just how far his teacher had fallen. There was a time, not too long ago, that Thomas Riviera was considered one of the most talented violinists in the country.

Jonathan had never logically understood how Mr Riviera could be consistently turned away when his talent was clearly extraordinary. Deep down, he knew exactly why he was rejected of course, and it broke his heat to know that one day he may be rejected for the exact same reason.

Leaving the paper to dissolve into nothingness, Jonathan turned off his torch and knocked on the front door. He said nothing as the door opened to reveal a furious looking Thomas Riviera.

Anger seemed to radiate from every single cell of his being.

Johnathan Oakson, to put it bluntly, was a prodigy. Plain and simple, a genius musician at only 19 and everyone knew it, including Thomas and Johnathan.

Of course being a prodigy didn't make him any less infuriating to his teacher.

Thomas spoke, his voice dripping with sarcastic disdain, "Mr Oakson, so nice of you to show up". Jonathan ignored the comment, walking straight to the teaching room down the hall. After having lessons for a year, he was very familiar with the layout of the apartment. Carefully he took his violin out of its case and put a little rosin on the bow before testing the strings and tuning. He had never been a man of many words.

Once his violin was ready he wandered over to the mirror by the mantelpiece and took a look at himself. Johnathan was 5"8 with a slim build. His long, slender fingers doing nothing to hide his skinny figure. His black hair was always tousled, lying across his face haphazardly.

If you had to describe Johnathan in a word it would be taciturn.

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, attempting to stop it dripping down his cotton, blue shirt.

"If you are quite finished admiring yourself Mr Oakson, we shall begin".

Jonathan turned suddenly, his eyes falling upon Mr Riviera, who was now of course glaring at him. He seemed older than his 35 years, with age lines already forming on his face. Somehow the wrinkles only added to his charisma, he really had the tall, dark, mysterious thing going for him. Not to mention his tall stature exuded dominance, not that Johnathan should have noticed that sort of thing.

He wondered briefly; how different he would look with his long hair down. He could tell it was curly, perhaps ringlets. But alas, his hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, standard.

Mr Riviera was always so formal. The suit he wore to every lesson and the serious expression on his face left a lot to the imagination. Jonathan felt his mind drifting as he tried to imagine Mr Riviera relaxing a little bit. It felt odd, thinking of his teacher by his first name, but he felt that Thomas (Mr Riviera) should really loosen up a little.

Deciding to test the limits of their relationship today, Johnathan perked up, thinking just how best to annoy his tutor, "So Thomas, what lesson do you have planned for me today?"

"Mr Oakson," he boomed, ferocity coating his tone, "as your tutor I expect you to uphold a certain degree of respect."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the so-called prodigy before him, Thomas stood. He was reaching the last straw with Johnathan and they both knew it. He envied the naivety the boy showed, so carelessly turning up here, late, and sloppy.

The boy may be more talented than Thomas could ever be but he needed to learn that the way you act in this business can snuff you out in an instant.

After all, he knew that better than anyone.

All it had taken was one look.

One kiss.

One rumour that spread like wildfire, and he was done.

He sighed, no matter how infuriating he may be, Thomas was not going to give up on the potential he knew that this boy had, "Now, today we will be continuing with rehearsal of Vivaldi's four seasons: winter."

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The lesson was a trainwreck.

From the moment he stepped through that door, it was doomed.

Of course, this was Johnathan's intention.

He had spent most of the lesson purposefully playing wrong notes, losing time and coming in early on syncopated rhythms.

Very basic mistakes.

By the 40 minute mark, Thomas was practically twitching, the rage seeping off him was palatable.

Johnathan smiled brightly, looking into the eyes of his tutor. Saying nothing as he continued to play things wrong. He was intentionally messing up, yes. But it wasn't all fake, there was a flutter he got in his chest when Mr Riviera looked at him, a panic that swept over him and made him forget his fingerings. Sometimes the tension in the air was so thick he felt like he couldn't breathe, watching Thomas walk round the room, so calm and confident. He couldn't deny that the man was gorgeous but he was his teacher, not to mention almost twice his age.

The raw sexuality Thomas naturally exuded made Johnathan furious. How dare he stand there, acting formal and then make his cock harden with a single withering glance.

It was infuriating.

Johnathan messed up a basic chromatic scale.

It was the final straw.

"Right, that is enough. Go home, now. I will not teach you anymore".

Johnathan stared back at his teacher, usually so calm and composed. His face was tinted red and he kept running his fingers roughly through his hair, looking truly flustered.

Fuck, had he gone too far?

Thomas continued ranting, ignoring the panicked look on his students face, "Do you think I want to be teaching snobby little brats like you, Jonathan".

The façade had slipped, formalities forgotten.

It angered Johnathan, how dare he call him a brat? He knows nothing about what he has gone through. How lonely he had been all of his life, this secret hanging over him. Watching his teacher fall from grace for the exact same thing that might one day ruin him.

His rage exploded, "You think I want to be here? Stuck in this pathetic little town, hiding who I really am and what I want."

Johnathan faltered briefly as the men shared a cold look of understanding. A single moment encapsulating an experience that nobody wanted to understand, yet is lived by so many.

"You think I have it easy, just a brat right, well fuck you, you know nothing about me," he was practically screaming now but he couldn't seem to stop himself, everything he had been hiding for years finally exploding as his words tumbled out. "All it takes is one moment, just like with you right? Nobody gives a shit about us; I have been alone since the moment I entered this fucking planet and I will die alone."

Thomas stood for a moment, stunned. He had never heard Johnathan say so many words, let alone with such eloquence.

Is it possible he could be... like him?

Without saying a word, Thomas moved silently, standing behind the panting boy. He gently placed his hands around his shoulders, guiding his fingers back to first position, placing his own callous hands over the supple flesh of the 19 year old. The tension in the air was thick, heavy.

With him hovering so close, Johnathan could feel the warm breath of his tutor, standing directly behind him. He could feel his lips only centimeters away from the subtle skin of his neck and he couldn't stop himself.

He couldn't stop picturing those soft plump lips.

Couldn't stop imagining what they would feel like pressed against his own.

The unexpected touch of his tutor startled him, fuck his hands were felt good, He jerked away, afraid his attraction will be evident in more way than one.

In his panic to escape, Johnathan knocked them both, leaving them tumbling back into the chair where he landed straight in his teacher's lap. His panic grew as he felt something unmistakable swell beneath him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he took a moment to think about what he was about to do. A million thoughts flit across his mind, he can't risk this. What if he has interpreted everything wrong?

As they fell, Thomas put his arms around Johnathan's waist, protecting him from injury. The feeling of his arms caressing him was almost too much to bear. When, Thomas sighs, hot air cascading over Jonathan's skin his mind explodes.

Fuck it.

He couldn't not kiss him.

Johnathan, still sat on his teachers lap, turns around, and confidently presses his lips against Thomas'. Within an instant they are kissing.

Arms wrapping madly around his neck and into his hair as he kisses him, hard.

It isn't until he does, that Johnathan realises how desperate he had been for him to return the kiss.

Neither man having any idea how it happened.

Thomas's mind is reeling. How this young naive boy could have possibly known that his teacher would be amenable to such a taboo act, let alone fucking desperate for it. Of course he had considered that the boy may be gay, particularly after his outburst tonight.

He kissed him so hungrily, with so much fire inside of him. Thomas can't help but moan into his mouth, the vibrations filling both of their senses.

Suddenly, the boy stopped, he pulls away breathlessly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, "I shouldn't have..."

Thomas cut him off with another kiss, grabbing him by the throat and kissing, hard. "Don't you dare try and take that back. You wanted me, now you have me."

Thomas revelled in the feeling of power as the boy's eyes widened in shock, blushing furiously before casting his eyes downwards, "yes sir," he whispered, biting his bottom lip gently.

"Good boy. Now shall we discuss your behaviour for the past hour?"

Trying to hide the amusement from his voice he chides, "What exactly do you think you were doing with Vivaldi's four seasons; your fingering alone was atrocious."

They lock eyes, "You are a very naughty boy aren't you?"

Johnathan blushed as the shame bloomed across his cheeks, unable to articulate himself he nodded slowly.

"And you know that naughty boys, need to be punished?"

Again he nods, a smirk flitting across his lips as his cock twitches in anticipation.

Ordering Johnathan to stand, Thomas once again stood behind the student. This time he ordered Johnathan to strip for him. Obeying, he starts to unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding each off gracefully until he stands in front of his teacher almost naked.

"Good boy," Thomas cooed softly. He bent down and kissed Johnathan again, gentle at first. Exploring his lips. Then a little harder, hungrily pushing his mouth against the boys, invading, exploring his mouth with his tongue as he whimpered under his touch.

Kissing deeply, Thomas moved his hands, lower, down the boy's chest. Stopping briefly to pinch his nipples. Eliciting soft moans from the boy as he closed his eyes.

He followed the delicate lines of his body, so slim and fragile, stopping briefly at the waistband of his briefs. "Johnathan," he starts, making sure he has the boys full attention. "Do you want this?".

Looking up into the eyes of his tutor, Johnathan has never been so sure about anything.

Could this ruin his future?

Yes.

Does he care in this moment

Fuck no.

"Yes"

The single word is all the consent he needed to hear; Thomas dips his hand below the waist band and clutched his students throbbing cock. Precum oozing from the tip, the boy is clearly desperate.

Slowly, he moved his hand, up and down, stroking the length of his cock. From what he can tell, the boy has a decent sized cock, a little thin perhaps and smoothly shaven. He focuses on the tip, spreading the precum all the way across the head while twirling his fingers slightly.

Johnathan groaned under his touch, his knees going weak from the new sensations. Of course he had touched himself before, but nothing felt like this.

Like finally having a real man touch him.

Suddenly, it stops.

Johnathan opens his eyes to see Mr Riviera removing his own blazer, shirt and trousers. His eyes widen in shock as he sees the sizable bulge appear before the last shred of clothing is yanked down. Fuck. His own cock throbs staring down at his teachers. Thomas had a full bush, dark curly hair covering a portion of his manhood. His cock was at least 8", hard and standing at attention.

Licking his lips and looking up at his teacher he whispered, "Can I?"

"Of course."

Dropping to his knees Johnathan eyed the cock, close up it was somewhat intimidating. He had never done this before and he wasn't sure where to start.

Sensing the hesitation within the boy, Thomas slipped back into the teaching role he knew oh-so well. "Jonathan, I want you to put your mouth around the tip, slowly."

Following instructions, Johnathan obeyed. Slipping his mouth around the hard cock tip, his tongue exploding with the unfamiliar taste.

"Good boy." Thomas encouraged, "Now you want to use your hand and pull back the foreskin to expose the head. That will make it more sensitive."

Once again Johnathan did as he was told, he used his hand to pull back the skin while keeping his mouth wrapped firmly around the tip. Exquisite juices filled his mouth, the taste of sweet precum on his tongue. Hmm he moaned into the cock, savouring the new flavours. Trusting his initiative, Johnathan started to move, sliding his tongue up and down the length of the shaft, focusing his energy at the tip and twirling his tongue. Licking around the head as he felt it tense in his mouth.

At the same time he used his other hand, gently sliding up and down on the base of the cock, replicating what he had done to himself a million times. He could feel Mr Riviera was enjoying the sensation. Continuing his rhythm he noticed as his teacher's breathing changed, increasing suddenly and becoming shallower. He increased the pace, sucking harder, desperate to taste his first cumload.

Thomas moaned again, the guttural sound emerging from somewhere deep inside of him. He places his hand gently on the top of Jonathan's head, guiding him deeper.

"Johnathan," he started between panting breaths, "Are you sure you want to, I-I am going to cum soon, do you want to stop?".

His question should have been awkward perhaps, anything but erotic, yet somehow hearing him announce that, hearing his voice falter as he chokes out the words makes Johnathan all the more eager to please his tutor.

Of course, Johnathan had never been a man of many words.

Ignoring the question he simply looked up directly into Thomas's eyes before he increased the pace, sucking harder, desperate to make his teacher cum. Pride filled his senses as he realised the pleasure he was giving.

Thomas closed his eyes and flung his head back groaning loudly.

He felt his breathing quicken; he couldn't believe he was actually about to do this, to cum in his student's mouth. His breathing faltered as he grunted loudly, thrusting himself deeper into Jonathan's mouth as his climax overtook him.

Cum filled his throat, the salty, warm liquid shooting out in thick ropes. Flowing quickly down his throat as he swallowed eagerly, moaning around the quickly softening cock.

Removing his mouth he looked up, awaiting praise from his teacher.

Leaning down, Thomas used one finger to gently guide the boy's chin until he was once more standing upright. He said nothing as he pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Words were not enough to describe how he felt in that moment.

Turning the boy around, to face away from him, Thomas reached grabbed the boy's rock hard cock from behind. Clearly, he had enjoyed giving the blow job.

"You did such a good job, did you like the taste of my cum?" he teased, whispering right into Jonathan's ear as he stroked his hard cock.

The boy nodded, whimpering under his touch.

"You liked swallowing your teacher's load? You like it when I touch you?" whispering into his ear, he mused playfully, tempting the boy.

Johnathan could hardly breathe let alone formulate any kind of sentence. He needed more, he needed his teacher to make him feel good. When Thomas next spoke, he almost cried out in dread.

"What if I stopped right now, just sent you home a desperate whimpering mess".

Johnathan couldn't take the teasing; his breathing was a frantic mess.

His entire body tingled from the onslaught of new sensations, Dear god he needed this man to fuck him, in whatever form that may take, he needed to cum.

Unable to wait any longer he begged, finally finding his words, "please, please Mr Riviera, Thomas, please just make me cum".

The mischievous response almost killed him, "Do you think you deserve to cum? Have you been a good boy? "

Nodding frantically Thomas pleaded.

He heard one final whisper of "good boy" before he felt his briefs being pulled down, dropping to the floor quickly. Thomas gently guided him towards the grand piano until he was bent over slightly. His hands fell upon the keys to steady himself, creating a discordant sound that neither of them cared to acknowledge.

Thomas kissed slowly down his neck, nibbling and biting as he made his way down his back, paying particular attention to his ass cheeks sucking harder, triggering the boy to squirm frantically, his breathing hesitant.

Moving lower, Thomas spread Jonathan's open, exposing his bare virgin hole to the world. "Hmm" he sighed before moving closer. Tentatively, he put his tongue to the hole, assessing Jonathan's reaction before continuing.

The invading sensation was startling and unexpected to say the least.

Johnathan briefly tensed before Thomas began gently stroking his cock again and he calmed. The boy relaxed after a moment and Thomas pushed further, licking around his asshole, pressing ever-so-slightly.

Between his tonging he never stopped stroking his students throbbing cock.

Johnathan was attacked by an onslaught of sensations from his cock being jerked off as his asshole was licked expertly.

This man may have been ostracised from the community for what he was and who he loved but clearly that hadn't stopped him from getting plenty of practice. There was no way he could be so good at this if he had spent the past 10 years celibate.

The sensations overwhelmed Johnathan; his mind was running at a million miles an hour. His gorgeous teacher had his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him frantically while tongue fucking his ass.

He didn't know which one felt better.

The warm soft tongue invading his most intimate area, sending shivers across his entire body. Or the fast stroking of his cock by the strong, expert hands.

It didn't matter. He felt his body grow tense as his breathing increased.

Fuck, he was going to cum.

A series of moans and breathless grunts slipped from his lips as his entire body jerked madly. His cock shooting ropes of thick cum all over the piano, his asshole tensing wildly, sending shockwaves through his body as he climaxed.

As the orgasm washed over him, he felt Thomas stroking gently, easing him down from the high.

The only question was - where did they go from here?