Connor's heart pounds in his chest as he watches the larger boy glare down at him, their noses nearly touching. "Hey," the boy growls, "watch where you're going, freak." The words cut deep, and Connor feels tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Before he can respond, though, Mr. Richard appears out of nowhere, materializing like a guardian angel between them.

Mr. Richard's presence is enough to make the larger boy back down. "Is there a problem here?" he asks calmly, although there's an undercurrent of steel in his voice that makes it clear he won't tolerate any nonsense. The bigger boy mutters something unintelligible and then storms off down the hallway, leaving Connor feeling a mix of relief and shame.

Once the bully is out of earshot, Mr. Richard turns to face him with a concerned expression. "Are you alright, Connor?"

The kiss is hot and passionate, leaving you breathless and weak-kneed. As Mr. Richard's hands slide down around your shoulders, pulling you closer still, a shiver runs down your spine. You feel yourself melting into him as he deepens it further.

With a low moan, Mr. Richard finally pulls away, breathing heavily against your lips. "We'd better stop there,"

he whispers hoarsely before taking a step back and releasing you from his hold. His eyes drift down to your lips before slowly traveling back up to meet yours once more. "But we can continue this after school, if you'd like." He pauses for a moment, searching your face again for any signs of resistance or fear.

But all he sees is desire and wanton lust mirrored back at him.

As a sign of his gratitude, Mr. Richard hands you a small token of appreciation - a chocolate bar he keeps hidden away in his desk drawer. "Here," he says with a grin, "enjoy this as a thank-you for all your help today."

You take the chocolate bar, feeling both surprised and grateful. You haven't had much time to socialize with other students yet, so it means a lot that Mr. Richard would think of you like this.

You're welcome, Connor. Now go on and enjoy your afternoon. Oh, and if you ever want to talk or just hang out during lunch or after school, don't hesitate to ask." With that, Mr. Richard returns to his grading, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest as you head off to your next class.

Richard as the teacher slides out of his chair, taking them both to the floor in a tangle of limbs. The rough carpet scratches at their bare skin, but neither of them seems to notice or care as they continue to grind against each other, seeking release.

"Then show me," Mr. Richard growls into Connor's ear before taking one of the boy's wrists in his free hand and guiding it down between them. "Touch yourself while you touch me."

As Connor obeys, Mr. Richard moans loudly, feeling the boy's fingers brushing against his own erection through their clothes. He thrusts his hips upward, seeking contact with those willing fingers as he thrusts them deeper into Connor's body.

Connor cries out, arching his back off the floor as pleasure washes over him in waves. His fingers move faster against Mr. Richard's clothed cock, feeling it growing harder and more demanding with every passing moment.

As the day progresses, Connor can't help but steal glances at Mr. Richard whenever he thinks he isn't looking. He finds himself growing aroused again just from seeing him move around the classroom or when their eyes meet for a brief moment.

Later in the afternoon, during a break between classes, Mr. Richard approaches Connor. "Connor," he says softly, "can I speak with you for a moment?" His tone is serious, almost somber.

"Come with me," Mr. Richard says, leading him to an empty classroom down the hallway. Once they are inside and the door is closed behind them, he turns to face Connor, his expression unreadable. "What happened yesterday... It shouldn't have happened. I should have known better."

"Good boy," Mr. Richard replies with a soft chuckle. "Now then, go on and head home or to your next class if you have one. I'll see you tomorrow." He pats Connor on the shoulder before returning to his classroom to start preparing for the next period.

As he watches the smaller boy walk away down the hallway, Mr. Richard can't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness and responsibility towards him.

As he walks back into his classroom, Mr. Richard can't help but smile when he thinks about Connor. The boy seemed so shy and nervous earlier, but there was something about him that made the teacher want to look out for him. Perhaps it was just a fatherly instinct kicking in, or maybe there was more to it than that. Only time would tell.

For now, he had lessons to plan and students to teach. His next class filed into the room, eager and chattering among themselves as they took their seats.