?In fact I can see you like the idea.? Mathew could have died as he followed their looks down to his penis. All on it’s own with no control f...om him it was swelling quickly, reaching towards his belly. His flush went a deeper red as they all laughed. He was ten minutes late for the next class, with Miss Spoon, as he waited for the erection to drop. As he’d walked in the whole class looked round and most snickered. Ryan just grinned from ear to ear. Miss Spoon told Mathew to take his seat. "Me either, but he is way better than any chick I have ever had gobble my turkey stick." "I don't want some faggot sucking me," he countered, although as is often the case, he wasn't leaving. He was talking tough, yet watching it occur. I pointed out the truth, "Actually, Trevor here is married with a couple of k**s, he just also loves having a cock in his mouth, isn't that right, cocksucker?" Trevor quit sucking, used to the humiliation I often threw at him in front of others, "Yes, I have a. I peered through to see who it was.But what I saw through the gap in the doors made me stop still and hold my breath with surprise. It wasn’t one teacher, it was two: Miss Sharpe, my games mistress, and Mr Pearson, who taught Art. Whatever they had in mind, it wasn’t checking up on me. Mr Pearson had put his arms around Miss Sharpe, and was kissing her pretty passionately. She was giving as good as she got, too; it was her gasps of pleasure that I’d heard.………Oh My God! As I watched, Mr Pearson. He was sure he had seen her before. A vague memory gnawed at him. He stole another glance. Their eyes met for a second, and however brief that moment was, he thought he saw a flicker of recognition on her face. They were so close to each other that he could smell her perfume. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes narrowed. There was a small spot on the sleeve of her white shirt. Coffee maybe. Her black knee–length skirt was hugging her slender hips. He opened his mouth, but no words came out..