The days seem to drag on for Anderson. Ever since his dream, his English teacher had done his best to avoid talking to him. At first, Anderson didn’t mind, he wasn’t interesting in his teacher like that. But after hearing rumors that Mr. Tate had a thing for keeping students after school he’d had the dream again, much to Colin’s delight.

The bell was about to ring signaling the end of the day when Mr. Tate called out a student’s name,” Josh, you’ll have your detention here this afternoon instead of the library. It seems that the librarian is unable to stay today.”

Anderson looked over at the freshman. The petite blue-haired cat boy shifted in his seat as some of the other students let out muffled laughs, his ears lowered and his tail curled in his lap. Anderson thought about the first part of his dream. A small smile came to his lips. ‘It might be worth checking out,’ he thought.

The bell rang and the students departed the classroom save Josh. Anderson took his time leaving as Mr. Tate sat at his desk looking over papers. Anderson walked all the way to his dorm before turning around and heading back to the class. He walked quietly down the empty hall listening for the signs of erotic activity taking place. As he neared the classroom he heard nothing. He came within a few feet of the door before it opened and out came the blue-haired catboy. Anderson stopped in surprise as the freshman almost ran into him.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Josh said before stepping around Anderson. Anderson shook his head and watched as Josh walked up the hall, tail swaying happily.

“I decided to be nice and let him off today,” came Mr. Tate. Anderson jerked and turned to face his teacher, “Is there something I can help you with Anderson?”

Anderson stood there for a moment before he could remember the excuse he had for coming back to the room, “I forgot something at my desk.”

Mr. Tate nodded and stepped aside allowing Anderson to enter. Anderson walks calmly to his desk. He pulls the notebook he purposely left behind from inside his desk and turns around to find Mr. Tate leaning against the desk next to his.

“Anderson, do you have a moment?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. I wanted to talk to you about…well, you know.”

Anderson noted the slight blush on Mr. Tate’s cheeks, then remembered what Colin had said that he blushed like a virgin. Anderson had to hold back a smile.

“I couldn’t help but remember the free assignment that you wrote the day before I found you sleeping instead of attending my class,” Mr. Tate spoke. Anderson blushed slightly, he forgot that he skipped class that day, “Could that have been what you were dreaming about when I found you?”

Anderson looked away. He remembered that assignment. He just wrote what ever came into his head. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few days and sex was the only thing on his mind then. That next day he was in no mood to go to his last class so he parked himself under a tree and read. His thoughts drifted from the book and to what he’s wrote. His attention was brought back to his teacher when Mr. Tate’s hand brushed against his cheek. He looked at the English teacher as the older man smiled back at him.

“I have to admit that reading it got me aroused. When I saw you sleeping under the tree I couldn’t help but notice you were aroused,” Mr. Tate’s hand moved down to his shoulder. The older man leaned down to his ear, “And I couldn’t help but feel your cock when I searched your pockets. Very nice.”

Anderson’s mouth opened and it was quickly invaded by the teacher’s tongue. Anderson gripped the front of Mr. Tate’s shirt as the older man plundered his mouth. He felt the teacher’s hand move down to his khakis and unbutton them. His hand slipped inside and took hold of Anderson’s rapidly growing cock. Anderson bucked instinctively into the elder’s hand, the man moaned and withdrew from the sophomore’s mouth.

“What was I doing to you in your dream Anderson?” Mr. Tate breathed into his ear, his hand pumping the teen’s hard length.

Anderson moaned and leaned into his teacher, “Sucking my off,” Anderson shivered as Mr. Tate bit his earlobe.

“Is that what you want me to do Anderson?” Mr. Tate said before licking the shell of his student’s ear.

“Yessss,” Anderson hissed as Mr. Tate jerked him faster.

“Get on your desk,” Mr. Tate said releasing Anderson’s cock. Anderson toed off his shoes and slipped out of his pants before sitting on his desk facing the back of the classroom. Mr. Tate sat down in his chair and spread Anderson’s legs. The teacher unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. He pushed up Anderson’s beater to reveal hard pink nipples. Mr. Tate leaned in taking one delectable nub in his mouth as one hand went back to the teen’s leaking cock and the other to tweak the other delicate nub. Anderson’s head fell back as the teacher teased him by sucking on his nipples. He moaned and put his hands in his teacher’s hair urging him to move lower.

“You want me sucking your cock that bad Anderson?” Mr. Tate said releasing the now swollen nub. Anderson nodded furiously and Mr. Tate smiled, “Ok.”

Mr. Tate bent down and swallowed Anderson’s cock. Anderson clutched the back corners of his desk hard, a sharp gasp then steady moan escaped the teen’s lips as he felt wet heat surround his throbbing flesh. Mr. Tate sucked on him like he was the best popsicle on the planet. His hands rested on the youth’s quivering thighs as he bobbed on the hard juicy cock. Anderson soon found himself thrusting into his teacher’s glorious mouth, not caring if anyone heard his sounds of gratification as his teacher serviced him. Mr. Tate pulled back until he had only Anderson’s thick weeping head in his mouth and sucked hard causing the teen to moan loudly. Mr. Tate tongued his slit and Anderson was seeing stars. The teacher moves to cup his sac and Anderson knew he was close, the short bobs on his head were merely egging him into exploding into the waiting cavern that was Mr. Tate’s mouth. Mr. Tate moaned deeply, the vibrations going straight to Anderson’s cock sending him over and rewarding the teacher for a sucking well done. Mr. Tate rested his head on the youth’s thigh feeling the post orgasmic tremors, keeping Anderson in his mouth for as long as possible. Anderson finally placed a hand on his teacher’s head and Mr. Tate slowly let the sophomore’s now soft cock from between his lips. He looked up at Anderson and smiled.

“You’re always welcome to leave your notebook here Anderson.”