Kudo Jun felt like he'd just been thrown from the ceiling onto his bed, THUNK, he woke up from an absorbing dream far too quickly and his mind was reeling.
He mulled it over as his pulse stopped racing and the nightmare subsided. Was it really a nightmare? there wasn't anything scary in there, but he was so frightened. His classmates had been in it, and his teacher, and some people he was sure he'd dreamt up. The memories were fading slowly. Except the images of his teacher, Nozomu Itoshiki. He was horrifed with himself, and embarassed, that he'd have a sex dream about his own teacher. a male teacher no less! A thought suddenly impanted itself in Jun's mind. "Oh god. I'm gay aren't I?". He knew full well, that one homosexual dream didn't mean he was gay on its own, that was a normal part of puberty, but this, in his case, was the hail in the coffin. Itoskiki sensei infuriated him in class, he read books and pretended not to listen while taking in every word he said. he realised, that he spent a lot of his time thinking about Nozomu, and telling himself how annoying he was. The last few months flashed back in his mind, the dirty magazines he hadn't gotten anything out of, his friends boring him senseless talking aout girls and hentai, the one solitary time he'd masturbated over an image of a flat chested girl with short hair and glasses... hadn't he thought fleeting of his teacher then? Jun noticed he was subconciously rubbing his penis, which was hard from nothing more than morning wood... he hoped.. but he thought about Nozomu, and he held on the the image of his rain-soaked speadeagled techer from his dream and felt the pulse run hard and like electricity through his teenage penis against his hand and he felt it in his chest, in his heart and in his head. "I'm gay". He whimpered, pumping his length steadily, torturing himself with his thoughts and his hand by moving slowly and enjoying the tormenting arousal. "I am, I'm gay" he choked out, slightly louder and completely involintarilly. He kept his eyes tight shut and bit his lip. Back arching, legs kicking and spreading and hips bucking up of the bed, his tip was leaking precum and Jun moved his hand faster, held on tighter and bit hsi lip harder as a few tears slipped out of the corner of his eye. "oh"
"o g"
The end was near, nothing else existed but this overwhelming, delightful pain and shame and feeling of pure sex. But he wanted more, and slowed his hand, and used his other hand to cup his balls, squeeze and move round to his asshole, he teased the shivering, fluxing opening with his finger and moved his hand faster, ready to climax. "OH GOD" Jun's finger left his virgin hole and grabbed a handfull of the bedsheets as did his toes as they curled and pulled the same sheet, dislodging its corners. he came across himself, flush faced and gasping for breath.
He mulled it over as his pulse stopped racing and the nightmare subsided. Was it really a nightmare? there wasn't anything scary in there, but he was so frightened. His classmates had been in it, and his teacher, and some people he was sure he'd dreamt up. The memories were fading slowly. Except the images of his teacher, Nozomu Itoshiki. He was horrifed with himself, and embarassed, that he'd have a sex dream about his own teacher. a male teacher no less! A thought suddenly impanted itself in Jun's mind. "Oh god. I'm gay aren't I?". He knew full well, that one homosexual dream didn't mean he was gay on its own, that was a normal part of puberty, but this, in his case, was the hail in the coffin. Itoskiki sensei infuriated him in class, he read books and pretended not to listen while taking in every word he said. he realised, that he spent a lot of his time thinking about Nozomu, and telling himself how annoying he was. The last few months flashed back in his mind, the dirty magazines he hadn't gotten anything out of, his friends boring him senseless talking aout girls and hentai, the one solitary time he'd masturbated over an image of a flat chested girl with short hair and glasses... hadn't he thought fleeting of his teacher then? Jun noticed he was subconciously rubbing his penis, which was hard from nothing more than morning wood... he hoped.. but he thought about Nozomu, and he held on the the image of his rain-soaked speadeagled techer from his dream and felt the pulse run hard and like electricity through his teenage penis against his hand and he felt it in his chest, in his heart and in his head. "I'm gay". He whimpered, pumping his length steadily, torturing himself with his thoughts and his hand by moving slowly and enjoying the tormenting arousal. "I am, I'm gay" he choked out, slightly louder and completely involintarilly. He kept his eyes tight shut and bit his lip. Back arching, legs kicking and spreading and hips bucking up of the bed, his tip was leaking precum and Jun moved his hand faster, held on tighter and bit hsi lip harder as a few tears slipped out of the corner of his eye. "oh"
"o g"
The end was near, nothing else existed but this overwhelming, delightful pain and shame and feeling of pure sex. But he wanted more, and slowed his hand, and used his other hand to cup his balls, squeeze and move round to his asshole, he teased the shivering, fluxing opening with his finger and moved his hand faster, ready to climax. "OH GOD" Jun's finger left his virgin hole and grabbed a handfull of the bedsheets as did his toes as they curled and pulled the same sheet, dislodging its corners. he came across himself, flush faced and gasping for breath.
He was going to be late for school.