Your muscles are sore and aching from your first practice, but there's also a sense of accomplishment as you step into the hot water of the locker room shower. You scrub yourself clean, making sure to pay extra attention to any areas that may be tender or bruised. As you rinse the shampoo out of your hair, you can't help but think about Mr. Richard and what he said to you earlier today.

A part of you is nervous about his interest in spending time with you outside of practice;

you're not used to anyone showing so much attention, let alone an older man like him. But another part of you feels a thrill at the idea of getting closer to him... if only because it means spending more time around his muscular, hairy body.

As you finish your shower and begin drying off, you wonder what sort of things Mr. Richard might have in mind for the two of you to do together outside of practice. The thought both excites and terrifies you at the same time...

"Well," Mr. Richard says with a warm smile, "Perhaps you could come join our school team after class? We'd love to have new talent like yours!" He pats Connor on the shoulder reassuringly.

Connor looks up at his teacher in surprise and gratitude. "Really?" he asks hesitantly. Mr. Richard nods encouragingly.

"Of course, Connor! Why don't we talk more about it after class? I think you'll fit right in with the team!"

Mr. Richard smiles warmly at Connor and leans back in his chair, hands folded across his stomach. "Alright then," he says, "Now why don't you take out your textbook and we can begin today's lesson?" He points to the desk where Connor should find his book.

As the class progresses, Mr. Richard is pleased to see that Connor seems to be picking up on the material quite quickly.

Mr. Richard leans in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against Connor's before kissing him softly on the lips. It's a gentle, tentative kiss at first, but as they both grow more comfortable with the sensation, it deepens, their tongues dancing together and their bodies arching into each other.

When they finally pull apart for air, Mr. Richard looks down at Connor with a mixture of lust and tenderness in his eyes. "See?" he says breathlessly, "

It's not so bad." He smiles before leaning in once again, this time kissing Connor passionately on the neck and chest, trailing his lips and tongue over the boy's sensitive skin. As he continues to explore Connor's body with gentle touches and hot kisses, Mr. Richard can feel the tension begin to drain from both of them, replaced by a sense of warmth and contentment that spreads through their bodies like wildfire.

he says breathlessly, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes. "I'm glad we could finally explore this side of things together." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips before adding, "And remember... you can always come to me if you need anything else."

With that, he walks over to his desk and grabs a couple of tissues from the box, handing them to you so that you can clean up.

You nod gratefully and head off to the bathroom to dispose of the used tissues. Once you're done, you wash your face and straighten out your uniform before returning to your seat at your desk. The rest of the day passes by in a blur, with Mr. Richard giving you knowing glances every now and then, making it clear that he knows exactly what happened between the two of you during lunch break.

(student timidly reaches out and touches the teacher's impressive member, feeling its warmth and weight in his hand) There you go. It feels good to have someone appreciate it. Just remember that I'm your teacher, and this kind of interaction should stay between us. Now, let's get back to learning.

(teacher turns away slightly, pretending to focus on something else in the classroom) As I was saying... In ancient times, people used various methods to preserve food, such as smoking, pickling, and drying. Which method do you think would be most effective for preserving meat?

During a break in the lesson, Mr. Richard walks over to your desk and leans down so that he's at eye level with you. "How are you doing so far, Connor?" he asks kindly. You can smell his musky cologne as he speaks. "Do you need any help with anything?"

Mr. Richard notices the bruises on your arm and frowns. "What happened here?" he asks, his voice suddenly stern. You hesitate for a moment before admitting that your stepfather is abusive towards you and your mother. His expression softens as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly.

He then glances around the classroom, making sure no one is paying attention before pulling out his phone and quickly typing a message.