Someone really enjoys math class

Math class. Back in high school, I had this insane crush on one of my math teachers.

Every time I had her for class, I was never able to focus on the work. I had a raging hard-on for 40 minutes straight. It ached like hell, but given the respect I had for her, I tried to hide it as much as possible. One day, however, was worse than usual. My dick was twitching so much it felt like it was going to explode. Slowly but surely, I pulled my zipper down and took out my cock. Pre-cum dribbled like a leaky faucet onto the tile floor; I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I imagined Ms. Averty’s moist lips wrapped around my cock. Fucking ecstasy. And then, I-

“Are you fucking jacking off?”

Shit. Someone noticed. I spun my entire body around, meat-stick still in hand, and unleashed my creamy load right into this nerd’s agape mouth. He screamed and gagged in disgust, coughing up semen in warm, steaming chunks. But that only made me harder. I ram my swollen fuck-stick into his virginial asshole. It isn’t Ms. Averty, but it’ll do. Blood and darkened brown fluid, probably diarrhea, oozed down the shaft of my member. With each thrust of my midsection, I slammed my fist into his face, the knuckles cut from his thick-rimmed glasses. I felt another climax approaching, gave one final triumphant thrust into his slophole, and busted the largest nut of my life into his slumped, lifeless corpse.

And then I realized what I had done.

When I told my mother what happened, her eyes glossed over and stared over my shoulder. She couldn’t even bear to look at me. A few phone calls later, and I was off the hook. I’ve only met my dad a few times, but he must be in an extreme state of power if I could get out of a situation like that so easily.

She told me that I was moving down south for awhile. I pleaded with her to let me stay, but she had already made up her mind. I couldn’t believe it. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.”


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