I half expect him to push me off of him, but instead he kisses me back harder. I have no idea why, but I want him to use tongue, although I don’t like when people use tongue. There was only one person who ever used tongue and that was—

I push the thought of him out of my head and concentrate on the task at hand. He pulls off me for a second and locks the door shut, and walks back to me, with a face wanting more. So I give him that exactly, and start to take off his pants. He’s too busy kissing me to take of mine and I’m fine with it. I’m not sure I really want sex right now.

I slowly begin to kiss lower and lower, until I reach his underwear. I pull it down and close my eyes. Tears come out against my will as I suck my teacher’s dick. I can’t believe myself right now, but I think back to who looks up to me? Who cares what I do in my life? Nobody, and that’s who’s stopping me from doing this. He moans and groans until we hear a knock on the door.

“Brother Matthew?”

That voice.

It’s Ethan.