Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:20:40 +0000
From: M
Subject: Story of M Part 3: After Class

I hadn't been looking where I was going and walked into you. You turned
around and looked up and down the hallway.
	"Shall we go into the toilets?", you asked smiley your cheeky grin,
"I can pay you back for making me cum."
	I smiled, "Ok. But let's go into the disabled toilets - more room."
	You followed me as I went into the room, threw down your bag and
leant over me, bending down to hug my chest, and kiss my neck. Your hands
wandered up and down my body, brushing against my nipples. You stripped off
my blazer, then turned me around to unbutton my shirt, but when I tried to
undo yours, you stopped me.
	"Now it's your turn," you said, taking off your tie and jacket
before kneeling down and licking my chest, tonguing my nipples till they
were hard. Your hands clasped my buttocks pushing my crotch against your
waist, making my cock rock hard. Still sucking my nipples you undid my belt
and pulled down my trousers and pants. Leaving my shoes on, you pulled my
pants off me then made me sit on the toilet, having put the seat down
first.
	You knelt down again and lifted up my lower body, making it easier
too suck my throbbing cock. I had to grab the handrails to keep my
balance. Then you did something I'd never had done to me before. Lifting me
up further you began to tongue my tight little hole. I gasped with
pleasure, as you began switching from cock to hole, licking me from the
slit on my cock, down the shaft, around the balls before your tongue darted
into the opening. I began to moan - you had to tell me to be quiet. I could
see you were enjoying making me moan, forcing me to stay quiet like you had
had to in lesson.
	I licked my lips and told you I was about to cum. You sucked your
finger and continued to finger my hole with it as you deep throated my
cock. I loved the look of pleasure on your face as you took my sweet
load. I leaned back onto the toilet seat as you leaned against the wall,
getting your breath back. I looked at you and asked if you wanted to go to
the cinema sometime.
	"Fuck off, I'm no queer."
	That hurt. You quickly got dressed and stormed out the door,
leaving me naked and confused. You weren't gay? But you had asked me for a
drink this morning - what had I done wrong between then and now? As I got
dressed, I thought about outing you to your mates, but then realised that
would be pointless - even if they believed me, you wouldn't want to talk to
me afterwards anyhow. I needed to figure out how to help you come out,
convince you about what you were. I was sure you were Gay - you just didn't
want to know it.
	Maybe I could even get you on that date...