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Sloan walks in the spare room, that the teachers started using it as a lunch room. He finds Miss Moore and Miss Bectual already siting down in the chairs facing the door. He can still hear the lingering noise of kids running to lunch.
He sits down on one of the last two seats. He puts down the only thing he bought, a half full cup of coffee. Sloan takes a sip of it, savoring the taste before another set of foot steps appear in the hall behind him. A large heavy hand comes down on his shoulder, a small pat, a friendly jester.
The touch startles sloan almost making him spill his coffee. McCabe sits down in the chair next to him, sliding the hand off sloan's shoulder to his lunch box. McCabe is a large man, sure he's kinda of chubby, but hes also pretty tall, around 6'1. Now sloan isnt short, coming in at about 5'11 to 6 foot, but he still feels kinda short compared to him.
McCabe opens up his lunch box and takes out a few items while exchanging pleasantries with the other teachers. Sloan tries to not let his thoughts wonder to far. McCabe has a wife and 2 kids. He should not be thinking of him like this, its wrong. But oh, he yearns for McCabe's attention.
Sloan's cock starts to harden at his wondering thoughts. He glances over to McCabe, he's snacking on a sandwich. Sloan picks up his mug, ready to take another sip of coffee. The other teachers including McCabe are talking about a few students mostly the problem ones. Sloan is barely listening though as he takes a sip, almost choking on the hot liquid when he feels a large mass on his thigh.
He swallowed the coffee quickly, looking down at his lap. Sloan finds that McCabe has rested his large hand on his thigh, gliding across the fabric of his jeans in a rhythmic motion. Sloan tries to ignore it, tries to ignore how tight his pants are feeling now.
McCabe is probably just doing it in a friendly manor!
Sloan tries to convince him self so, but his mind is running at 400 mph. McCabe's knuckle brushes against sloan's bonner. His hand pauses for a second, but he continues talking to the other teachers like normal. McCabe's large hand glides over sloan's little bulge, giving it a small squeeze. Sloan let's out a sharp gasp, undetected by everyone else but sloan has the feeling that McCabe did.
McCabe's hand slips under the band of sloan's pants, finding his hard member. McCabe's hand wraps around sloan's cock. McCabe's large hand covers all of his cock with room to spear, making sloan feel a little self conscious. McCabe starts slowly stroking sloan, like painfully slowly. His thumbs rubbing rhythmically against the slit at the top of sloan's cock.
Sloan is trying his best not to make any sounds,
But McCabe is still rambling on. Sloan's face is flushed and some one speaks up about it.
"Hey sloan, you doing alright? Your face is kinda of red."
Of corse its bectual, she like the mom of all the teachers, He makes a quick anwser about not feeling good, but Moore speaks up.
"You can go back to your room if your sick, you normally dont eat lunch anyway."
A spike of fear engulfed him, he's waited years for McCabe to give him this level of attention. He will not give up this chance and ruin the thing he's been aching for. McCabe squeezes his cock lightly before sloan can respond to moore. A soft, barely noticeable gasp slips out, but sloan is able to hide it by clearing his throat.
"You guys know i love the company, and i promise ill try my best not to get ya sick!"
Sloan says in a joking matter trying to lighten up the mood. The other teachers accept his answer and he gets a couple small smirks from everyone, including McCabe, which looks to smug for his liking.
McCabe starts stroking him again, a little faster, but still dreadfully slow, his cock is aching for relief, his hips grinding up slightly against McCabe's hand in desperation like he's starved for his touch. Sloan lays his head against the desk, his arm folded infront of his him, trying to act tired when in reality he has never been more awake in his life.
Sloan pears down to his lap, he can see McCabe's large hand stroking him making the bulge in his pants move rhythmically. Sloan bites down on his collar, trying his best to muffle the pathetic whines escaping his mouth. They are barely audible over the conversations above thankfully.
Sloan's face feels hot, he looks up for a second to look at the clock. 12:58, About 5 minutes before the kids would come back and about 3 minutes before all the teachers would head back to their rooms.
The two female teachers are talking and gossiping, distracted and not aware of what was going on only a few feet away. McCabe notices their distraction, and slips sloan's cock out of his pants, the cool air making sloan wince. McCabe starts stroking sloan faster, giving up the slow teasing pase of before.
After only a few quick strokes sloan already feels the presure start to build up, precome leaking from his tip. McCabe strokes him faster, and almost instantly sloan cums, little shots of cum cover McCabe's hand. Thankfully none gets on the floor. sloan manges to bite down on his collar before cuming, and muffles a loud moun.
The two other teachers start packing up. McCabe wipes his hand off under the table with a napkin and starts to pack up his lunch too, like nothing happened. Sloan, in his daze after cuming, shoves his tiny cock back in his pants quickly.
They all get up and leave, everyone going back to their class rooms, McCabe waves everyone goodbye, sloan waves back half-heartedly. He gets back in his room, face flushed and legs weak. He thought that his fantasies would calm down after something like that, but it only fueled the fire. Sloan hears hundreds of feet scurrying, and students pour in the class. Sloan stands up telling everyone to take out their bell ringers.