Upperclassman

Mark Perry commanded the lecture hall with effortless grace, his chiseled features and deep voice drawing every gaze from the cluster of eager students—boys and girls alike, their notebooks scribbling furiously. The girls batted lashes and tossed coy smiles his way, but it was Brian Reed who lingered in Mark's thoughts, the young man's sharp eyes and quiet intensity pulling him in like a secret current. Class ended. The room emptied in a hush of footsteps. Mark's voice cut through: 'Brian, stay.' The door clicked shut. Brian approached the desk, pulse quickening under Mark's steady stare. Without a word, Mark gripped his shoulder, firm and unyielding, and bent him forward over the polished oak surface. Papers scattered like fallen leaves. Mark's hands roamed with purpose, unfastening Brian's belt in one swift tug, exposing the taut curve of his ass to the cool air. He pressed close, his erection straining against his trousers as he freed it, thick and insistent. Brian gasped, fingers splaying on the wood. Mark entered him slowly at first, a deliberate thrust that stretched and filled, then harder, each push a rhythm of control and surrender. Their bodies slapped together, sweat beading on skin, Mark's grip bruising Brian's hips as he drove deeper, claiming every inch. Outside, unnoticed, Luke peered through the classroom window, his breath fogging the glass. He watched in shadowed silence, a silent witness to the raw lesson unfolding—voyeur to the power, the penetration, the unguarded moans echoing off the walls.