So Wrong, It's Right

I've always had a crush on my teacher, Mr. Barakat.
Now, I know that many teenagers just have little hopeless crushes on their teachers, but mine was serious.
I blush and turn away whenever he makes eye contact with me, during his lessons. My palms get sweaty when he calls on me, just because of the fact that his deep, sexy voice has said my name. It gives me chills. But in a good way.
A very good way.
When he turns around to write on the board, or when he bends over to help another student, I always find myself staring at his ass.
I mean, how can you not??
It's small, but round and perfectly fitted in his tight, black skinny jeans. I always look forward to Friday, just so I can witness him wearing those damned jeans.
There's nothing that isn't hot about Mr. Barakat.
His black, teased hair, with a patch of blonde in it. His big, beautiful brown eyes. His height. Heck, even his handwriting. A little messy, but adorable to me.
Maybe he thinks I'm cute, too. He's always giving me little smirks and winks while he teaches, and he often uses my name in examples, (which by the way, is so fucking hot.) And I'm pretty sure he's gay, because one time a kid asked if he had ever been married before, and he had accidentally let it slip, that he divorced his husband; two years ago.
Maybe it's wrong to feel this way about my teacher. Maybe it's stupid to invest my feelings in a teacher. But I just can't fucking help it. The man gets me going.
Now, we were at the saddest part of the day. When the bell rings, and school ends.
Others are happy to leave, but it makes me sad that I can't look at Mr. Barakat, anymore.
We all stood up and packed our stuff to go, but I packed up, extra slow. I ended up packing so slow, that I was the last remaining student in the classroom, when I finally got my bag zipped up.
I looked up at Mr. Barakat, to see him sitting crossed-legged at his desk, intensely staring at me. When he caught my eye, he didn't look away. He seemed to be acting kind of strange, but hey- maybe he liked watching me as much as I liked watching him!
With that thought, I flirtatiously bit my lip and smirked at him, before bending down to pick up my bag off the ground and slowly got back up, causing him to bite his lip as well.
I smiled at him, and began leaving the classroom, when I heard him call my name.
“Wait! Alex, could you stay here, for a moment?” He stopped me in my tracks, with his smooth, sexy voice.
“Yes, Mr. Barakat?” I said innocently, turning back around to stand in front of his desk.
“Could I address you about something, Alex?” He asked, with his intense stare with locked on my eyes.
“Uh..sure, Sir.”
“Well, Alex..” He started, and cleared his throat.
“I can't help but think that you may be…attracted to me.”
His outburst really shocked me, and my cheeks heated up with embarrassment.
“I-I..um..” I stuttered out, not knowing what to say.
He stood up from his desk, and walked around over to me.
“Well, judging by your blushing and sudden nervousness, I guess we can confirm that it must be true.” He chuckled, making me weak at the knees.
His laugh was literally the most sexiest thing in the world.
“Maybe..” I managed to respond.
“Maybe? Well, Alex…I think maybe is good enough for me. It all just works out then..” He smirked, walking up so that his face was awfully close to mine.
“W-what works out?” I asked, out of curiosity and also, hopefulness.
“You and me…you see, I've been having these dreams, Alex.”
“Dreams?” I repeated.
“Yes, dreams. About you. More specifically, dreams about you and I..doing the unspeakable.”
If by that, he meant what I think he meant, then we definitely shouldn't have been having that conversation. It was inappropriate of him to be saying things like that to one of his students; especially even just thinking about doing such things to one of his students.
But in that moment, I didn't care. My teacher was my crush, and I just found out that my crush likes me back.
That he wants to do the same things to me that I want to do to him. I swear my heart just skipped a beat.
“Oh, Alex..I swear, if I could just get a taste of you, my life would be complete. Just..a taste of your lips..your beautiful, innocent lips.”
“Mr. Barakat..”
“Oh, God dammit, Alex. I love it when you say my name..I just want to make you scream out my name, baby.” He whispered seductively into my ear, causing a sudden tightness in my jeans.
“Mr. Barakat..” I gasped under my breath, as he began nipping and kissing down my neck.
I slowly reached my hands out to his sides, feeling the outline of his ribs that poked out a bit from his naturally skinny figure.
I let out small, involuntary whimpers, as he sucked small bruises on my neck, and behind my ear.
He pulled back all too soon, before reaching out and feeling my hard-on through my jeans, causing me to let out a strangled moan.
“Dammit, Alex. So sexy…so very sexy..”
He grabbed onto the hair on the back of my head by my neck, and roughly smashed our lips together, sending tingly feelings shooting all through my body.
I brought my hands up to his jaw, and deepened the kiss; our lips hungrily moving against each other, as if we both just couldn't get enough.
He licked at my bottom lip to ask for permission, and I happily obliged; opening my mouth and allowing his tongue to slide in and fight mine for dominance.
He easily won, and began to move forward, making me back up into the desk.
He pulled away from my lips, and got down on his knees.
I watched him intently with full interest, as he unzipped my skinny jeans, and tugged them down to my ankles.
He did the same to my boxers, allowing my completely hard member to spring free.
I gasped, causing him to look up at me and smirk. He grabbed onto my leaking cock without warning, causing my breath to sharply hitch, and I bucked my hips into his hand.
He chuckled once again, and began to firmly stroke me, using my pre-cum as lube. It felt absolutely amazing, and couldn't help the moans that kept tumbling out of my mouth.
This was a dream come true.
Then, the greatest thing ever happened.
He made full on eye contact with me, as he wrapped his lips around the aching red tip of my cock; swirling his tongue around the head and causing me to buck my hips and moan out.
“Ah..fuck!”
“Mmm..” Mr. Barakat moaned around my cock, the vibrations making me feel pure ecstasy.
Mr. Barakat is giving me a fucking blowjob. This is insane. This is the greatest day of my entire fucking life.
He bobbed his head up and down, causing me to thread my fingers through my favorite skunk-colored locks, and tugging every time he pulled back and dipped his tongue into the slit.
He hummed around my dick one last time, as he slowly pulled his mouth off, and smirked at me as he stood back up.
“I like the way you taste, Alex.” He winked at me.
I was still trying to catch my breath, watching as he walked back and fished a small bottle of lube out of his desk drawer.
He unbuckled his belt, and began to take off his pants, as I just stood and watched.
“You're gonna feel so good, Lexy Baby.”
I blushed at the pet name, and walked closer to him; eyes widening when I saw his large boner, springing free as he kicked off his boxers.
“Wow..” I whispered, admiring him in all his glory, as he unbuttoned his white shirt.
“You like what you see, baby boy? Do you want this fat cock inside of you? Hm?” Mr. Barakat growled, turning me on even more, if possible.
“Uhuh..” I watched as he squirted some lube onto his hand, and began coating his fingers.
“Lie down on the desk, baby.” He commanded, and I followed his orders; hopping onto his desk, and laying down on my back, after throwing off my shirt.
“Have you ever done this before?”
I slowly shook my head no; a bit worried that he wouldn't like that I was a virgin.
But to my surprise, his beautiful eyes darkened with lust, and his perfect lips curved into a sexy smirk.
“Your tight little ass is gonna feel so good around my cock.”
“Please, Mr. Barakat. Please take me.” I pleaded under my breath, only causing his smirk to grow.
“So eager, I like it.” He teased me by tracing one of his fingers around my hole, making me gasp.
“It might hurt a little at first, but it'll get better, I promise. I'll make you feel good, baby Alex..so good..” Mr. Barakat soothed, as he pushed in the first finger and moved it around. It felt a bit strange, but I knew to stay relaxed, from the few times that I tried doing this to myself.
Once I got used to the feeling, I nodded my head, signaling that I was ready for the next finger.
He happily obliged, pulling out and pushing in the next finger which hurt just a little bit, but I could take it. The rush I was feeling from being touched in such a way by Mr. Barakat, was totally worth the pain.
When he finally added the third finger though, that hurt a lot worse.
I physically winced at the pain of his moving fingers inside of me; discomfort obviously evident in my face.
“Shhh, baby. You'll feel good soon, baby, I promise.” He began stroking my dick with his free hand, and he leaned down to give me a passionate kiss on the lips.
It felt sweet, and I loved the feeling of his lips on mine. It was actually really distracting me from the pain, because it was like I couldn't feel it anymo-
“OHHH! YES! RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE!” I broke off the kiss to let out a loud moan, when the tips of Mr. Barakat’s long fingers brushed against my prostate.
He smirked, and brushed against it a few more times, making me moan out in pleasure. Then, he pulled his fingers out, and squirted more lube onto his hand.
He lubed himself up, stroking himself and letting out a few grunts of pleasure.
“You ready, baby?” He breathed out to me, and I responded in a very eager nod.
I was ready for Mr. Barakat to take my virginity. I was definitely taking the opportunity to have sex with my crush; even if he was my teacher.
He was soon slowly pushing his dick past my right walls, causing me to wince in great pain.
From the look on his face, he seemed to be experiencing great pleasure; meanwhile, I felt as if I was being ripped into two.
He stopped and waited for me to get used to the feeling, and I could tell that it probably took everything out of him to do so.
I took deep breaths, and after a while, I nodded my head.
“Move. Please move.” I pleaded, desperately wanting to feel pleasured by my teacher.
He happily pulled out a bit, before slowly pushing back in, which felt a bit better. He continued this slow pace, trying desperately not to let any moans slip out of his mouth.
He pulled out again, except this time, he snapped his hips at an angle that caused his tip to hit my prostate.
I practically screamed out in pleasure.
“YES, BABY! FUCK! AGAIN!”
He grinned, and thrusted into me again and again, hitting my prostate dead on each time.
“Mmm..A-Alex baby…you're so fucking tight, baby. Ah, fuck.” He moaned out, practically slamming into my ass, now.
I was sweating and uncontrollably moaning out at the top of my lungs, every time he slammed into that ecstasy-inducing spot that had me seeing stars and arching my back in pleasure.
The desk was moving back and forth with each thrust, and our moans echoed through the whole classroom.
“Ahh..Mr. Barakat!! Fuck fuck fuck! Unh..”
It felt fantastic, but then, I felt him pull all the way out of me.
I sat up on my elbows and gave him an outraged look for stopping, but then he just smirked, and flipped me over.
“Let me see that beautiful tight ass of yours.” He whispered, leaning down to lick the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine.
He soon pushed back into me, making me feel amazing once again.
He thrusted in and out of me, making me scream whenever his tip brushed against my prostate.
He both moaned and grunted in unison; it was a beautiful thing. What a beautiful moment we were sharing. This was all I've ever wanted. This felt even better than I imagined it would, when I would jerk off to my fantasies about this is in the shower!
Soon, I started getting a familiar warm feeling in my stomach, meaning I was really close.
“Unh..M-Mr. B-Barakat!! I-I'm..Fuuucckk!” I could barely form sentences, at this point.
“You gonna cum, baby? Are you gonna cum so hard for me, baby?” He grabbed ahold of my hair, and pulled my head back up to his, stretching out my back; and burying himself into my ass.
“Mhmm!! Fuck!!” I cried out, feeling my cock painfully dripping pre-cum, and needing attention.
“T-TOUCH ME, MR. BARAKAT! PLEASE PLEASE TOUCH ME!” I grinded back on his long shaft, causing him to moan, and reached his arm around me to stroke my harder-than-ever dick.
He stroked me quickly in time with his super fast thrusts, building us both up to our climaxes.
He squeezed the head, and ran his thumb over the tip; making me scream out his name as I came.
I came hard into his hand, on the desk, and on the floor, completely unable to stop moaning in my euphoric state.
“Baby, I'm- I’m about to cum!!” Mr. Barakat panted, still pounding into me and making my orgasm last even longer.
“Do it inside of me. I wanna feel it inside of me, baby, please!” I pleaded, sounding like a whore at this point.
And with that, he loudly moaned out, and I felt him shoot deep inside of me; and I took pleasure in the warm feeling.
We rode out our highs until we were both fairly soft, and then he pulled out of me and began cleaning up the mess we made.
We put our clothes back on, and both took a seat next to each other on the desk.
“Sooo…” Mr. Barakat started.
“Soooo…” I responded, feeling really awkward.
“I don't know where this leads us, Alex..”
“We could..I don't know, try it out? Lay low? I don't know..” I shrugged, feeling my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my lap.
“Wow, cutie. You really do like me, don't you?” He chuckled; his face also turning a shade of red.
“Yeah..I do.”
“Well then. I guess we'll just have to make this work then!” He grinned at me.
“Why? Do you like me back?” I smirked, knowingly.
“Maybe.”
And with that, we both grinned at each other, and laced our hands together.
I'm dating my teacher.
And It's a dream come true.

Notes

First time ever writing a Jalex anything woo hoo!
I got bored, so...yeah.
Is it good or nah?

And Happy Birthday to Alex, that guy who's legs we all worship xP