Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4774934.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne, Zayn_Malik/Harry_Styles, Zayn_Malik/Louis
      Tomlinson, Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Louis_Tomlinson, Liam_Payne, Harry_Styles, Niall_Horan
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Teacher_Zayn, Underage_Sex, Underage_Niall,
      Underage_Liam, Underage_Harry, Underage_Louis, Bottom_Louis, Bottom_Liam,
      Bottom_Niall, Top_Harry, Top_Zayn, Top_Liam, Anal_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex,
      Car_Sex, Bottom_Zayn
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-11 Words: 12561
****** Mr. Malik ******
by tommysinful
Summary
     Four teenage boys make a bet to see if they can seduce the sexy
     English teacher, Mr. Malik. The stakes are high and Liam doesn't
     wanna use his favorite teacher to make a bet cause he's sort of in
     love with him.
     (This was my most popular story on tumblr.)
“Oh come off it Tommo, there’s no way in hell you’ll ever get to see Mr.
Malik’s dick. Or get it for that matter.” Harry bumped his shoulder at the
lunch table.
 
“Oh? And why is that?” He asked back challengingly.
 
“Because he’s a teacher and you’re a student. He seems too, I don’t know, cool
for that you know?” Liam added to the conversation taking a bite of his
sandwich.
 
“You trying to say I’m not cool?” Louis chirped back to him stealing a chip
from Niall making the blond cover his food protectively.
 
“Nah mate, just. He’s too mature for you Lou. You’re all childish and shit.”
Niall said through a mouthful of food that fell onto his lunch tray.
 
“Well, fuck you all then. No man can resist my ass or me. And you all know it.”
Louis stood up and slapped his bum as he made his way to dump his half eaten
meal. Coming back to the table, “And no offense boys but I have a better shot
at getting a piece of that sex on legs than any of you.”
 
“Oi! Dickhead, we’re just as attractive!” Harry spoke indignantly.
 
“Yeah, I’ve got the Irish thing going for me. Harry’s got the charm and dimples
and have you ever seen Liam’s dick?” Niall asked around the table. Liam
blushed.
 
“Can you please not talk about my dick? Thanks.” Liam was still blushing and
his smile made his eyes crinkle.
 
“Mate, if I had something like that I’d be broadcasting it to the free world.”
Niall spoke to his reddening friend.
 
“Hey, I’m packing too. Just cause Liam fell into a vat of toxic chemicals as a
baby to give him the ten-inch baton in his pants means nothing. I’m only a inch
shorter.” Harry this time getting even more insulted than he should have been.
 
“Okay seriously, stop talking about my junk.” Liam stood up and tossed his
brown paper bag away finishing his bottle of water.
 
“Whatever, I’m getting that. Come hell or high water I want him and don’t deny
you all want a piece of him too.” Louis rolled his eyes.
 
The thing was that Mr. Malik, the English teacher, was the sexiest teacher on
the staff at Crestview High. Probably the sexiest man in all of Bradford
actually. He was sort of tall with this flawless olive skin and jet-black hair.
He looked so foreign and exotic and people had found out he was half British
and half Pakistani giving him that warm complexion.
 
The man had a constant stubble on his cheeks and chin with bright hazel eyes
and tattoos littered his arms-Louis had snuck a peek when he was stretching and
saw more on his hips-and the man was just beautiful. Every girl wanted him and
most of the guys did too. It was a common liking through the student body-and
most of the faculty-that Mr. Malik was a drop dead gorgeous bloke and everyone
wanted a piece of it.
 
He had this lovely accent and charming personality but also gave off that
‘tortured artist’ vibe along with an extensive vocabulary and heart-breaking
smile. His laugh was something like a chorus of angels singing…basically the
man was perfect. They had found out he was twenty six, not married, apparently
single-Louis asked him at least once a week if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend
to which the man would chuckle and say no telling Louis to get back to work-and
the four teenage boys all wanted him.
 
They were all sixteen, hormonal, horny and there was one person who haunted
their late night wank sessions. That person was Mr. Malik.
 
“Okay, let’s have a bet yeah?” Louis’ eyes flashed something sinister.
 
“Okay, what are the details?” Harry leaned in and clasped his hands together.
The four always made bets with each other. From simple games of footie to who
could suck a dick and make the guy cum faster than the other.
 
“Oh no, not another bet. My hair just started growing back.” Liam whined and
brought his large hand to rub through his buzz cut that was finally starting to
come back to his normal length.
 
“Oh I am SO down.” Niall completely forgot about his food and leaned in to
Louis’ devilish smirk.
 
“Okay, so we have a time limit. Within one month we have to all sleep with Mr.
Malik or the one person or people who don’t have to give the people, i.e. me,
who do one hundred quid. Each.” Louis smiled again looking at his three
friends.
 
“A hundred quid each? Come on Lou that’s crazy!” Liam piped up.
 
“Well, if you do sleep with him then you don’t have to pay it, simple as that
Li-li.” He shrugged to his friend who lowered his head down.
 
“I’m in.” Harry shook Louis’ hand.
 
“I got this. Prepare to empty your banks bitches.” Niall shook Harry and Louis’
hand.
 
Liam didn’t say anything.
 
“Come on Payne, gets one look at that joystick down south and he’ll be all
yours.” Harry winked over to him and nudged his shoulder.
He shrugged, “I don’t want to just fuck him for a bet. You guys know I’m
practically in love with him.”
 
“Oh god, here we go again, Liam being the stand up individual he is.” Louis
rolled his eyes.
 
“You know what, fuck you Lou. I’m in.” Liam placed his hand out to shake all
three of theirs. Even though he hated the idea of using anyone to win
something, he couldn’t lose to them, he’d never hear the end of it. Yeah he had
more than sexual feelings for his favorite teacher but even if he couldn’t have
the older man, the least he could do was get to fuck him. A consolation or
something.
 
He also didn’t like the flare of jealousy in his chest that someone else, his
own friends, were all trying to fuck him as well. He pushed it down somewhere
in his chest.
 
“Then it’s a bet. Gentlemen, start your engines. And may the best cocksucker
win!” Louis yelled out.
 
XXXX
 
Louis had his class before his three friends did and he wanted to make a good
start before anyone else. He wouldn’t lose this bet-he didn’t have the money-
and he wanted to rub it in their faces when he was the first one to get him.
 
Mr. Malik’s class was the usual of him talking about some breaking down of a
paragraph and showing where that past participle was and where this verb should
be with it. Louis couldn’t care less really; he was too busy staring at his ass
in those tight black skinny jeans.
 
“Now, who can tell me where this should go in this sentence?” Mr. Malik asked
to the class. He had on his thick-rimmed glasses and his stubble was thicker
than usual. Plump pink lips slightly parted as he turned with his body hugging
white v-neck shirt on that barely peaked out his random chest tattoos.
 
Louis raised his hand.
 
“Ah yes, Mr. Tomlinson.” He pointed to the teenager.
 
“Actually sir, it’s not about the task at hand. I just wanted to know how in
the world did you fit into those jeans, they leave nothing to the imagination.”
He turned his head and let his big blue eyes raked over Mr. Malik’s legs.
 
“Excuse me?” He brought his arm down with the whiteboard marker in his hand.
 
“I was just wondering how you fit into those jeans, I mean they look great on
you Mr. Malik. I can almost see the outline of your-“
 
“Mr. Tomlinson! That is extremely inappropriate. The next time you raise your
hand to answer a question in this class, please have it something to do with
the material.” He pointed to a curly haired girl named Danielle who answered
the question correctly.
 
“Yes, thank you Ms. Peazer. That is correct, this word should actually go
here.” He turned around and drew an arrow from one place in the paragraph to
the other. Then there was a whistle.
 
One of those wolf whistles someone makes when something is found attractive.
 
Mr. Malik turned around, “What was that?”
 
Louis crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow; he could play hardball, “That
was me Mr. Malik. Just showing my appreciation for the view. Those jeans mate,
spectacular.”
 
The class erupted in fits of giggles and Mr. Malik quickly shushed them.
“What’s with you today Mr. Tomlinson?”
 
“Oh please, call me Louis.” The teenager shrugged. This was going perfectly.
 
“Okay then. Louis, what’s gotten into you?” Mr. Malik asked with an exasperated
expression dropping his arms to his side.
 
“Well I’d like for it to be you ‘gotten’ in me, “ he even did the air quotes,
“and the next time you say my name I’d prefer it moaned.” He winked to a very
flabbergasted Mr. Malik and he could feel all the eyes on him as he reclined
into his seat speaking to a teacher so blatantly.
 
“Oh that’s it. I will not have such inappropriate things happen in my class.
Mr. Tomlinson-“
 
“Louis please.” He raised his eyebrow and used his best nonchalant voice. He
saw Mr. Malik slightly grit his teeth.
 
“Louis. You have detention. Be here as soon as the last bell rings. If I have
to come looking for you, you’ll regret it.” Mr. Malik looked at him with the
chorus of “Oohs” going around like it always did.
 
“I look forward to it Mr. Malik. Might just even hide cause if I was made to
regret it, I might just not if it’s you.” Louis winked. He was going for
overkill but he wanted to ruffle his feathers.
 
“I-wh-ugh-anyway back to the lesson.” He grumbled out as sets of eyes landed on
Louis in his seat. The boy just licked his lips watching the muscles of Mr.
Malik’s arms tense and flex and how very amazing his bum looked in those jeans.
He had this.
 
XXXX
 
Louis sat down at the lunch table to see Harry, Niall and Liam all talking.
 
“I’m getting that dick today. Totally hit on Mr. Malik in class and now I’ve
got detention with him. Today boys, you shall see what happens when the Tommo
is challenged.” He triumphantly spoke into his bowl of soup.
 
“Oh god, what did you do?” Niall asked.
 
“Nothing really, just kept commenting on those jeans he’s wearing. Have you
seen him? Sweet Jesus, that man is nothing but meat up on the auction.” Louis’
eyes fluttered back.
 
“Oh Lou, you better be careful, don’t want you to get expelled now love.”
Harry’s deep voice came between the four friends.
 
“Oh I don’t even care. If I can get a piece of that good stuff then it’s all
worth it.” He smile again as he started on his lunch.
 
Liam didn’t like that his favorite teacher-and major crush-was being viewed as
something like a prize. He was a prize but something someone should cherish and
covet because he was beautiful internally as well as externally. Nobody
understood that and maybe Liam was just a stupid little boy with major hearts
floating around his head when he thought of Mr. Malik but that’s just how he
felt.
 
XXXX
 
“Ah yes Mr. Tomlinson, please take a seat and pull out the work that I know you
haven’t done for this class and begin.” Mr. Malik ushered him into the
classroom.
 
Louis sauntered over to take a seat right in front of his desk and pulled out
his paperwork for everything he’d known he hadn’t done for his favorite
teacher. Favorite cause he was sexy.
 
“I have some tests to grade which I should be done relatively soon, until I’m
done, you’re here, so I would suggest you finish up on the work you’ve been
missing from my class while I grade these.” He lifted up a stack of papers as
evidence.
 
Louis smiled and went to work on his worksheets that were more than easy to
figure out and jotted down some answers-he wasn’t stupid, he just didn’t care-
to look up and see Mr. Malik with his thick rimmed glasses on and the end of
the pen in his mouth. Louis had to stifle a moan as he watched Mr. Malik chew
on the end and scribble down some form of note upon the paper.
 
After twenty minutes, “All done, can I go now?” He placed his papers together
on the desk and used his most innocent face to convey that he was.
 
“Done already? Well, even so, you’re here until I’m done. This is your
punishment.” Mr. Malik’s eyes flickered to the young boy and went back down to
the half stack of tests on his desk.
 
Punishment? Louis could get down with that.
 
He stood up letting the desk scrape across the floor and Mr. Malik didn’t even
notice as he was busily reading over a test, eyes darting back and forth across
the paper. He walked to the side of Mr. Malik’s desk and leaned over letting
his presence be known. And of course he leaned over to let his bum be prominent
and eye ready.
 
“Now what’s this about punishment? I don’t think doing your schoolwork could be
considered as much. I prefer something a bit more physical.” He growled out.
 
Mr. Malik leaned back in his chair holding the pen, “Mr. Tomlinson, what are
you-“
 
“I said to call me Louis. Please Mr. Malik.” He leaned forward so his ass was
displayed through his tight jeans across the desk, “Punish me.”
 
“Mr. Tomlin-“
“Louis, Mr. Malik. Please call me that. I hate being called by my last name.
I’m not my father.” He wiggled his hips and made his bum shake from side to
side.
 
“I-I-“
 
“It’s okay Mr. Malik. Now come on, punish me. I know you want to.” He looked
down to see Mr. Malik’s bulge growing in those skintight jeans. Louis wriggled
his hips as he was lying halfway on the desk and Mr. Malik pushed himself away.
 
“B-but Lou. I’m your teacher.” He seemed rather timid. But willing.
 
“Mmm love it when you call me Lou. Come on Mr. Malik. I need to be punished.”
He moaned out wriggling his hips again making his cheeks jiggle under his jeans
and slapped his own bum letting out a whimper.
 
The older man tentatively raised a hand and brought it down to slap against
Lou’s bum. He let out a moan, “Come on, harder.”
 
Then another slap, this one was harder. He moaned out, “Oh yes, punish me Mr.
Malik. Oh punish me.”
 
Then another slap to his bum making his groin jut into the desk. He started
stiffening at this point, not only the contact to his cock but also cause Mr.
Malik was spanking him like the bad little boy he was.
 
Another slap came down and this time was hard and he cried out, “Oh fuck! Yes!”
 
He turned around to see Mr. Malik having a look of disbelief on his face,
“Spank me Mr. Malik.” As he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to reveal
his large bum completely on display across his desk.
 
“Lou, I-“
 
“Oh please Mr. Malik. Spank me. I’ve been a bad boy.” Louis purred out as he
gripped the edge of the desk. Another cracking slap came down on his skin. He
cried out as the welt on his ass became redder with each passing second.
 
Then more hits came and the boy was whining and whimpering with each hit, “Oh
Mr. Malik, I need you in me. Oh please, punish me!”
 
There was no movement from behind him and he turned his head to see Mr. Malik
looking at his hand like it had betrayed him, he didn’t miss the bulge in his
black jeans even bigger this time, “Come on Mr. Malik, please just fuck me. Oh
god I need it.” He moaned out and felt his cheeks stinging red and tender and
jiggled his cheeks again.
 
He felt as Mr. Malik was standing behind him and heard a zip come from it. His
cock flopped between Louis’ cheeks and damn, he was a big boy, and the teenager
reached back to feel his cock. It was thicker near the head and he had no
foreskin-circumcised-but his skin was soft and his cock was rigid and he’d
wanted this forever.
 
“Oh god, please fuck me Mr. Malik.” Louis breathed out and heard him spit
somewhere.
 
He soon felt a slippery nudge to his hole and even more as the man behind him
grunted and moaned as his cock was dipping and stretching Louis’ hole.
 
“Ram it in!” Louis yelled out and he got just that. The backbreaking arch he
proceeded to do was made by eight long inches of insanely thick cock being
jammed up his ass. And it felt so good. He was thick and warm and what seemed
to be some decent veins in his shaft.
 
Mr. Malik slammed his cock into the teenage boy over and over feeling the
immense heat and tightness making his head spin. He was so tight and this was
so wrong but damn it felt so good. The desk legs scraped across the floor as
the man plowed into the teenager over and over.
 
“Oh god, fuck me Mr. M, fuck me.” Louis stuttered out between each thrust and
the teacher began to slam into him harder. The older man’s thick cock brushed
over the boy’s prostate and nudged it in quick succession sending white flashes
behind his eyes as he clenched his eyes shut and reveled feeling Mr. Malik
destroying his ass.
 
The boy was wet and hot and tight and writhing on his desk. His long cock
stretched the pink rim of Louis’ ass and his cheeks bounced each time the
teacher snapped his hips into him, sheathing him repeatedly in underage sin.
 
He slammed his hips into the boy with his jeans near his knees and Louis’ near
his as well. He could hear the desk screech against the floor as he plundered
the too tight insides of his student as his eyes rolled back. He could be fired
for this. He could go to jail for this.
 
Fuck it.
 
This boy was so tight and hot and willing he didn’t care. His long tan cock was
being enveloped in heat and moisture and it felt so god damn good. He’d take a
prison sentence for this ass right here. He snapped his hips harder as the
sweat started to form on his brow getting his hair to fall. The boy turned his
head and with lust blown eyes he nibbled his bottom lip and moaned so filthily
letting his eyes slip shut watching as Mr. Malik plundered him.
 
“Oh f-fuck Lou.” He stuttered out as he slammed into the teenage boy whose hole
was red and swollen after all his intrusions. This boy was made for bottoming,
he moaned and groaned and arched his back in such a way that made him perfect
for porn.
 
“Oh god,” he panted out, “oh Mr. Malik. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!” He gripped Mr.
Malik’s hands that were already placed on his hips and squeezed them.
 
Mr. Malik couldn’t take it anymore. There was this lithe sexy body begging for
him and he had to finish, “Oh f-f-fuck-k-k!” He yelled out as his load was
released into the teenager with heavy pulses of his cock pushing salty cum up
inside him. His cock was clenched over and over and he looked down to see that
Louis had his hand wrapped around his own length and pumping it furiously.
 
The boy had a nice thick cock, tan like his skin, a bit shorter than Mr.
Malik’s but with this foreskin that covered the tip and dripped clear sticky
liquid. He groaned as his own spunk was being churned inside the boy watching
him work himself over as his cock continued to push and stretch the boy’s hole.
 
“Oh god! Mr. Malik!” The boy cried out as he streaked his desk drawers with
thick white cum that drooled down the surface. The older man slowed his hips
feeling his spunk being painted into his student. Panic rose. Level headedness
and logic came flooding into his brain.
 
“Oh shit. Oh fuck! I’m gonna go to jail, I’m gonna lose my job!” Mr. Malik
pulled out and hastily began to slip his still sticky cock back into his pants.
Louis stopped him, “Shh. It’s okay. I’m not going to tell anyone. Just relax.”
 
He leaned up to kiss Mr. Malik slightly on the lips, “It’s our secret.”
 
Mr. Malik breathed a major sigh of relief as Louis pulled his pants up and
gathered his papers on the desk.
 
“You promise you won’t say anything right? I mean you’re a good bloke Lou, I
just can’t lose my job.” Mr. Malik spoke to him rather worried.
 
“Of course I won’t, thanks Mr. M!” Louis skipped from the room
 
He sent off a text to his three best friends.
 
Told you it would happen. He's got a huge cock. So good. -Louis
 
XXXX
 
“Mr. M, I just don’t get this. Like I know the story but I don’t understand the
context of it.” Niall’s thick Irish accent came through his class.
 
“Well what is it that you don’t understand?” Mr. Malik chimed back in his
seventh period English class.
 
“Um, well maybe all of it? These two are so retarded. I don’t understand how
someone could fall in love in three days.” He sounded exasperated as he looked
down to the copy of Romeo & Juliet.
 
“Alright, come by after school and I’ll try to help you alright?” Mr. Malik
soothed to him.
 
“Perfect.” Niall gave back to him with a wink, he saw Mr. Malik’s eyes blink
rapidly and he coughed awkwardly. He knew that Louis had got him first-he had a
picture of Mr. Malik on his phone of the man standing behind him biting his lip
and Louis’ ass in the frame and Mr. Malik’s pants down and his cock halfway in
him, how he got it, nobody knew-but Louis got it first so there were only two
more people to go against.
 
XXXX
 
Niall stepped into the classroom on a mission, he understood English and all
that it had to encompass but this was his plan to seduce him. He’d pretend to
be dumb or something then work his Irish charm over him, it really was
something out of a porno or something.
 
“Ah, Mr. Horan. Now what is it that you don’t understand about the story?
You’re one of my brightest students so this is a bit surprising.” Mr. Malik
crouched on his feet and crossed his arms across the small desk Niall was
seated in. Niall almost moaned and nibbled his lip-he did notice that Mr. Malik
watched him do it-because up close he was even prettier.
 
Today he was wearing a loose pair of dark jeans and this body hugging black
button up and his trademark pair of boots that were heavy and clunky. His
leather coat-Mr. Malik drove a motorcycle, fucking hot-was hanging in the
corner of the room. Seriously, how the hell was he a teacher?
 
“Well they just met and somehow they’re madly in love? Like, it’s bollocks if
you ask me. He’s what? Fifteen? And she’s even younger and now they’re fighting
against everything to be together after running into each other? AND he was
just trying to mack it with that other broad right before he met Juliet!” Niall
shook his head. He really didn’t understand it; yeah this was just an excuse to
get closer to Mr. Malik alone but also, he really didn’t get the whole ‘love’
thing.
 
“Ah I see, well Mr. Horan-“
 
“Niall please, we’re not in class.” His thick Irish accent came ringing around
the room.
 
Mr. Malik smiled and Niall smiled back, braces and all, noticing Mr. Malik’s
hazel eyes flicker to his mouth.
 
“Okay, Niall.” He nodded. Niall almost moaned again hearing his name being
uttered by such a pretty mouth and voice. It was like honey with his accent and
drawl. “Well the thing is, it is indeed rather farfetched that in just a few
hours they were so madly in love but that’s just part of the story really. It
was written to convey that whole ‘fate’ and ‘written in the stars’ type of love
that even though they were so young and had just met, it was meant to be.”
 
“Sounds like crap to me.” Niall shrugged out, “I just, I can’t get into it.
It’s just so, not modern?”
 
“It’s alright lad, I know it’s not. I mean it was written centuries ago and
it’s a classic. Also it is required, trust me, if I had my way, I wouldn’t have
you read this nonsense, don’t get me wrong, big love to Billy Shakespeare but
I’d have you read something more substantial in my own opinion. Did that help
you in anyway?”
 
Niall nodded and muttered a “Thanks.” And watched Mr. Malik stand up and move
over to his desk and lifted his messenger bag putting away a few file folders.
 
“Have you ever been in love Mr. Malik?”
 
The man raised his eyes up to see Niall standing in front of his desk with
wide, innocent blue eyes and mussed blond hair wearing this too tight shirt
that showed off his broad shoulders and slim torso.
 
“Uh, yes actually. Only once. A long time ago.” He sucked in those pretty pink
lips of his and nodded opening a drawer to retrieve something else Niall wasn’t
paying attention to.
 
“What happened to her? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.” Niall shrugged and
walked around the desk to sit on the edge where Louis had done so before. He
was playing the whole ‘innocent naïve’ thing and it seemed to be working. Mr.
Malik placed his bag into his swivel chair and sat next to Niall letting their
arms brush.
 
“No I don’t mind and it was a him. Not a her. Well we were together for a few
years and I really did love him, he was great.” Mr. Malik softly smiled in
remembrance. Niall nodded to urge him to continue.
 
“Well one day I came home and found him in bed with another man. Needless to
say he broke my heart and I haven’t been with anyone since then.” He shrugged.
 
“Oh that’s a shame, why anyone would ever cheat on you is a mystery Mr. Malik.
You’re perfect.” Niall slightly huffed out. Who the fuck would EVER sleep with
someone else when they had Mr. Malik?
 
“Ha, well thanks for the compliment Niall, but I’m far from perfect.” Mr. Malik
smiled at his young pale face and he jumped a little feeling the boy’s rough
hand slip into his on his lap and squeeze, “No, really. You’re really great Mr.
M. anyone would be lucky to have you. I’m sorry that happened.”
 
He didn’t pull away and looked down to their clasped hands, ”Well thank you
Niall, that’s very sweet of you.”
 
That’s when Niall decided to strike. Their eyes were locked and his flickered
down to see Mr. Malik lick his lips making them shiny so he pulled the older
man closer and crashed their lips together. There was a bit of resistance and
Mr. Malik trying to push him away but Niall was strong for his small frame and
slipped his tongue into the man’s mouth.
 
Then Mr. Malik started kissing back. Niall moaned into his mouth hearing a low
growl come from his teacher as the two sat awkwardly next to each other with
fighting tongues and Mr. Malik’s hands tugging on blond locks of hair.
 
He threw every last coherent thought out of his head as his student was
furiously tonguing his mouth and well, he liked it. Yeah he could get dick on
the regular, he was gorgeous after all, but this teenager with smooth pale skin
and thick Irish accent was all over him and it felt so damn good.
 
Niall rolled over to straddle him and pushed his back into the desk as he
continued to play tonsil hockey with his English teacher. His rough hands
grabbed and pulled on any skin he could get a hold of as Mr. Malik’s hands
roamed and raked down his back. Niall moved his hands down to feel him hard
under the boy and he palmed him through his jeans.
 
“Oh fuck, Niall stop. We-we can’t do this.” Mr. Malik breathed out as the boy
was suckling his neck and successfully undoing the button to his jeans. His
hips bucked when he felt the boy’s hand slip under his waistband and grab his
cock.
 
Niall internally thought ‘Wow, Louis wasn’t kidding’ and began pumping his
shaft that was hot and solid in his grip. He was big. Real thick near the tip
and soft skin with these enormous veins running up the shaft. Niall brought
their mouths together again and swallowed a whimper as his rough hands worked
up and down the shaft and twirled around Mr. Malik’s tip.
 
“Gonna ride you into the desk.” Niall purred out as he pulled on the man’s
bottom lip with his teeth and slipped down to tug his jeans to the floor
leaving them hanging on his ankles. Niall then quickly pulled off his own pants
to leave them on one leg with his shoes still on and did the same for his
underwear.
 
Zayn’s eyes widened seeing the thick monster of a cock his student had. Niall’s
was like a grown man’s wrist in thickness, pale like he was with this shiny
pink tip and delectable foreskin. He moaned as the boy continued pumping his
long tan shaft and doing the same for himself. His hips bucked up again as the
boy brought his mouth to suckle on the tip of his cock and his hands went down
automatically to run through soft blond hair.
 
Mr. Malik’s shirt was half pushed up his torso so that his lovely hip bones and
tattoos were on display with his jeans pulled down to his ankles and his
underwear just under his large ball sack. In broad daylight in his classroom
his student Niall was bent over sucking his cock on the large desk while
working his own pale shaft in his hand.
 
The boy swirled his tongue around the tip and moaned sending back arching
vibrations through the older man and he started to bob his head up and down the
shaft. Niall pulled out his phone and looked up to see Mr. Malik had his eyes
clenched shut and his chest was rising and falling quickly, he looked over as
the delicious cock of his teacher-really it did taste so good-was being
slobbered upon and sucked hard with hollowed cheeks. He found the record button
on his phone and placed it on the edge of the desk so it wouldn’t fall off.
 
He pulled off Mr. Malik’s cock with an audible pop and worked the soaking wet
shaft with one of his hands, “Mm can’t wait to ride you Mr. Malik.”
 
“Holy fuck Niall.” Mr. Malik breathed out and it seemed louder in the room
since no one was there but the two now sweating individuals. The boy crawled
back on the desk to straddle his teacher and placed the tip of the man’s cock
to his entrance, he’d have easy entry since before he entered the classroom he
had prepped himself in the boys’ lavatory, and sunk down.
 
Mr. Malik was a lot thicker than his three fingers but that sinfully delightful
burn had him moaning out with Mr. Malik’s hands on his hips. The boy finally
sheathed the thick cock of his teacher deep into his heat and he smiled
watching Mr. Malik’s eyes roll back into his head.
 
“Jesus fuck Ni, so fucking tight.” He moaned out and Niall was glad he was
rather loud cause he needed to record this. Not only for proof but also
something to listen to late at night and remember how he finally fucked Mr.
Malik.
 
“So big Mr. M. So very big.” Niall’s accent was more robust as he began rolling
his hips slightly getting the man to grip his hips even harder. He was so pale
that there was definitely going to be a bruise. He felt a brush against his
prostate and clenched tighter on the man getting him to groan again and Niall
took that as initiative to speed up his hips.
The boy started to rise up and let some of the cock slip from his hole before
crashing back down hearing his ass slap against the man’s thighs. Then he did
it again. Then again until he was slamming down on Mr. Malik’s cock over and
over.
 
The heavy thumping against his desk made Niall’s phone slightly rattle on the
surface as the boy proceeded to ride the man rolling his hips and bringing them
up and down over and over. Mr. Malik’s hands were holding Niall’s hips tight
and his abs were flexing as the boy continued to ride him into the desk like he
said he would.
 
“Oh god Mr. M! Oh fuck me!” Niall moaned out gripping his cock with one hand
and bracing himself with the other. He started to tug on his foreskin revealing
the mushroom tip of his cock and Mr. Malik growled under him.
 
He started snapping his hips upward into adolescent heat and his mind was going
blank and skin was sheen in sweat. The boy met his upward thrusts with tight
clenching muscles around the man’s cock and breathy moans each time he was
invaded.
 
Each time Mr. Malik’s cock entered the tight boy it seemed to get even tighter.
And the heat was scorching his sensitive tip and length and each time the boy
pulled his own member his hole and tunnel would collapse around Mr. Malik’s
thick cock that was making wet slapping sounds with each intrusion.
 
The desk was hard under his back and ass as the man continued to fuck his
student, gripping his hips tight and his large ball sack would swing up and tap
the boy’s cheeks. The man knew he was slamming into the boy’s prostate cause
each time he slammed back down onto the man’s cock he’d cry out and moan, “Oh
god, so close Mr. Malik!”
 
Big blue eyes widened with sin looked down to see hazel ones that read the
same, using his sultriest voice that was now wracked with sex and debauchery he
uttered, “Cum inside me.”
 
That was all it took for Mr. Malik to clench his eyes shut and snap his hips
into the heat of Niall and his cock pulsed and emitted wads of cum through his
slit into the boy that was still slamming his ass down on him. The man’s hips
stuttered and through gritted teeth he let out a strangled cry of “Fuck Niall!
Oh my god!” And continued to push his load far into the boy.
 
The onslaught of pressure to the boy’s prostate and his constant tugging to
himself had him clenching around Mr. Malik’s still pulsing cock and he moaned
feeling the cock inside him twitch and the warmth increase due to his release.
He clenched around him tighter this time as he rode into his orgasm yelling,
“Oh fuck Mr. Malik, oh fuck!”
 
And the boy shot his seed across Mr. Malik’s abdomen and shirt, striping it
with thick Irish cream. He slowed his hips as the man below him sweat and
panted heavily and he felt the man’s cock slip out of his ass that puckered and
tensed around nothing. He shakily climbed off his teacher to see the man’s cock
was softening and covered in white and looked up to see his own spunk was
pooled in the man’s abs and bellybutton and also covering his shirt.
 
“Sorry about that.” He pointed towards the soiled shirt and Mr. Malik shrugged,
“S’fine Niall. It happens.”
 
The man stood as Niall was redressing himself and watched the man unbutton his
shirt and wipe off Niall’s cum from his stomach. He had more tattoos on his
sides and up near his collarbones and Niall was so very happy that he had just
fucked that gorgeous piece of man.
 
“So uh, that just happened. Niall, please don’t tell anybody.” Mr. Malik
breathed out as he pulled a random white t-shirt from his desk drawer and
balled up the soiled one into his bag.
 
Niall walked over to retrieve his phone and saw that it was still recording at
about eight minutes, “Wouldn’t dream of it Mr. Malik. Maybe we can do it again
sometime.”
 
“Yeah, ha maybe. But I must be going now. Are you alright?” Mr. Malik asked him
gently as he slung his bag over his shoulder and he adjusted his cock in his
trousers. Still a bit sticky but oh so worth it.
 
“I’m better than alright. See you in class Mr. M.” Niall walked out of the room
and practically skipped down the hall. He pulled the phone towards his mouth
and muttered, “Got that dick boys. Told you I would.”
 
XXXX
 
The four boys were sitting around the phone hearing the obscenities come
through it over at Niall’s house that night.
 
There were thumps coming through the phone and a strangled “Fuck Niall! Oh my
god!”
 
Yeah that was Mr. Malik alright.
 
“Jesus Ni, you could put a porn star to shame.” Harry looked at him
disbelieving that his friend could be so filthy. They all could, except maybe
Liam, but damn. He was disgusting. The dirty things he said to their teacher
had Louis applauding him.
 
“What’s that thumping?” Liam asked as Niall put his phone away getting a high
five from Harry.
 
“That’s me riding him into the desk like I said I would.” He winked over to the
blushing boy.
 
Liam’s anger flared at how nonchalantly they were talking about having sex with
Mr. Malik. He deserved to be made love to, not just fucked so you didn’t have
to hand over one hundred pounds to someone.
 
“That’s a good lad,” Louis clapped him on the back, “now we just need you two.
Time’s a ticking boys. Only about two weeks left till the beginning of the
month and I know Niall and I would really love two hundred quid each.” Louis
lie back on the floor and put his hands under his head.
 
“Oh piss off Lou. You’re not getting any of my hard earned money.” Harry
scoffed to him and got up to turn on some tunes.
 
Liam stayed quiet. Mr. Malik was worth more to him than just winning a bet.
Maybe it was the private conversations the two had after class or maybe it was
the way Mr. Malik looked at Liam differently than he did anyone else, maybe it
was just that he believed him and his English teacher had some form of
connection.
 
Either way he didn’t like this but he couldn’t back out now.
 
XXXX
 
Harry was sitting at the bar drinking his liquor soaked drink and enjoying his
Friday night but it sucked that he was alone. Niall had something to do with
his parents, Louis was away for the weekend and you couldn’t get Liam in a bar
if you put a gun to his head, so here he was chatting to random strangers that
peaked his interest.
 
Then someone walked through the door that REALLY peaked his interest. Looking
like pure sex was Mr. Malik in his usual leather coat with tight jeans and his
hair quaffed so skilled on his head. Harry’s blood heated as he watched the man
come to the opposite side of the bar and sit down with a heavy thump.
 
Harry had to approach this delicately, he couldn’t just pounce on him right
there, too brash and childish. Louis and Niall both told their friends of how
they went about seducing the man and Harry figured it couldn’t be that
difficult to get into his pants since two of his friends already did. But Harry
was going to be slick with it, a bit more suave.
 
He stood up and walked over behind the man who he noticed had waved off a very
buxom blonde woman who looked a bit saddened and angry that the beautiful man
with fresh shaved skin and leather coat shot her down. There was a good start.
He sat down making his presence known, “Hey Mr. M, can I buy you a drink?”
 
Mr. Malik’s eyes widened comically as he took in the curly haired boy with
dimples on full show and green eyes bright, “Harry? What are you doing in here?
Get out before someone sees you!” He spoke in a heated whisper.
 
“It’s alright, I know the bartender. Oi! Johnny! Get this lovely man whatever
he wants on me alright?” He called out to the hulking tattooed bartender who
looked more like he should be in a neo-nazi group than a bartender with his
shaved head and surly looking demeanor.
 
“You got it Styles. What can I get for you sir?” He braced his hands on the bar
looking at Mr. Malik expectantly.
 
“Um, rum and coke please.” He spoke smoothly to the man.
 
“Make it a double would you?” Harry piped up getting this Johnny fellow to nod
and walk off to make the drink.
 
“Um, thanks Harry. That was really nice of you. So uh, what are you doing in
here?” Mr. Malik asked and tipped Johnny the bartender with a five pound note.
 
Harry lifted his glass to clink theirs together, “Same as you Mr. M. Getting
drunk.” He winked as he took a swig of his drink.
 
“Call me Zayn alright, we’re not in school.” He went to town on his drink and
Harry nearly died watching the man’s cheeks suck in and wrap his lips around
the straw.
 
“Oh cool, Zayn. I was wondering why you weren’t calling me Mr. Styles like you
do in class. Why do you do that by the way?” Harry asked the man next to him as
he ordered another refill. He was tipsy right now and Zayn asked him if he
could get another. Harry was more than happy to oblige him.
 
“I don’t know, just seems more professional I guess. I like to make my students
feel more than just kids listening to me drone on about shit that most don’t
really care about.” He shrugged as he started sipping his second drink.
 
“Oh, well please call me Harry from now on. I’d much prefer it like that Zayn.”
Harry’s voice was low and slow and Mr. Malik-Zayn-nodded his head and sipped
his drink a bit more. He set it down on the coaster, “You know, you’re the
third person to tell me that. I guess I should stop calling you by your last
names anyway, make it a bit more personal.”
 
“Yeah personal is nice Zayn. Do you think I could call you Zayn in school?”
Harry was pushing it.
 
“Sorry but no, out here it’s fine but in my class I need you to call me Mr.
Malik. I don’t want the students to start calling me by my name. Have to keep
some form of professionalism and boundaries with my students.”
 
Harry damn near laughed at that. Boundaries. Yeah okay. He had already fucked
two of his students in the damn classroom. But Harry wouldn’t let him know that
he knew that.
 
“Speaking of boundaries, since we’re out of school I was thinking…” Harry
trailed off and let one of his large hands move up Mr. Malik’s thigh. The man
stiffened under the touch.
 
“Ha-Harry what are you doing?” He looked around the room to see that no one was
paying any attention to him. He may not be in school and fucking one of his
students on the desk but he was still in public and Harry was very underage.
 
“Zayn, you should know how very bad I’d like to fuck you.” Harry leaned in
whispered into his ear. His large hand had just made it to the older man’s
crotch and squeezed. He felt the bulge begin to swell.
 
“Ha-Harry, come on mate. No you don’t.” Zayn stuttered out and felt his body
betray him. What the fuck was going on? This was the third student in three
weeks that came on to him.
 
“Oh but I do Zayn. Or should I call you Mr. Malik? I think it’s hotter
honestly.” He nibbled on the man’s earlobe and felt the bulge under his hand
swell even more. He had this.
 
“Let’s blow this joint.” Harry abruptly pulled back and Zayn was practically
shaking. The boy purred into his ear and nibbled on his ear with those plump
pink lips and his entire hand massaged his crotch and just, ugh.
 
Zayn was led outside into the brisk night air that along with the alcohol
flooding his system made his head spin slightly.
 
“Where are we going?” Zayn asked to the boy who was taller than him and felt
his large hand dwarf his own.
 
“My car. Always wanted to fuck you in it.” He looked back and winked. Well,
here goes nothing.
 
He opened the back door to his large but beat up Cadillac, the back seat was
made for fucking. His teacher slipped inside and peeled off his coat as Harry
closed the door behind him and took off his shirt bringing their lips together.
He tasted what Niall and Louis had and it tasted nice with one hand massaging
the man’s crotch and the other was unbuttoning his jeans.
 
“Oh fuck Harry.” Zayn breathed out as Harry attached his lips to the man’s
throat and lifted up his shirt. Zayn pulled off his shirt and let the boy
litter his chest with kisses and love bites as he continued to palm him through
his jeans.
 
Mr. Malik let his hand rub through the boy’s curls and down his back to reach
around and felt that Harry had released his cock from his jeans. Holy fuck. He
was huge.
 
“Jesus Christ Harry, oh god. I need you to fuck me with that.” He tugged on
Harry’s length, had to have been nine inches long with this thick foreskin and
blue veins through the pale skin. The boy came back up from nibbling the man’s
nipple to smirk at him and bring their mouths back together.
 
“Anything you say Mr. Malik.” He growled out and leaned back to pull down his
teacher’s pants and underwear. Zayn’s long tan cock slapped against his abdomen
as he turned awkwardly to be on all fours in the backseat with his head facing
the rear window. His small tan bum was up and present and the man seemed to be
anxiously waiting for Harry.
 
He took one large hand and kneaded the cheek separating the mounds and
whimpering seeing Mr. Malik’s pink hole fluttering. With his other hand he
fished his phone out of his pocket and started to record a video without Mr.
Malik being any wiser. He used his one hand to separate the cheeks again and
with the camera of the phone pointing to his face he stuck his lips and tongue
in the crack. He taped himself flicking his tongue around the pink hole and he
heard Mr. Malik whimper as his head fell forward.
 
He tongued the hole open and tasted his teacher and it was manly and musky and
oh so good. He brought his lips around the hole to kiss and tease it with
prodding of his tongue and slipped inside the tight rim to wiggle it some more
getting the man to keen on his face. He spit onto the hole and brought up two
of his very large fingers and circled the entrance, “You ready Mr. Malik?” His
voice was low and cautionary. He pulled back his phone to fully capture his
teacher on digital.
 
“Oh fuck yes Harry. Please.” He begged with his head down and Harry quickly
panned the camera back to his face and stuck out his tongue with wide eyes in
that whole ‘hey mom look what I can do’ style. Then he pressed forward and his
digits were soon enveloped in his teacher.
 
“Oh yes, oh fuck yes!” Zayn moaned out as the boy with the gargantuan hands
fingered him open and brushed his sweet spot making his back arch. The boy
continued to pump his fingers inside the man while he jerked himself off
through his legs. Harry filmed his hole clenching around his fingers and Mr.
Malik’s hand working his own shaft. He spit on his hole again to add more
lubrication then stuck in a third finger.
 
He gasped and began to keen on his hand more. This boy was scissoring him open
with precision and practice and it felt like heaven.
 
“Harry, fuck me now please!” The man begged into the upholstery.
 
“Anything you say Mr. Malik.” He growled out and heard the man whimper when his
three large fingers were gone. He pulled on his cock letting the foreskin wipe
his precum around the head a bit then spit onto the tip and smeared it across
the head. He recorded the entire thing with only the parking lot lights
illuminating the car and his skin looked whiter than usual.
 
He kept recording as he pressed his foreskin covered tip to his teacher’s hole
seeing the entrance hungry and pulling him in and with a shove he pushed his
length into the man. He screamed out in pleasure as a deep moan rumbled through
the boy’s chest.
 
“Oh Mr. Malik.” Harry groaned out as he felt the encompassing heat sink into
the flesh of his cock. He was tighter than anyone Harry had ever fucked before.
 
“Move Harry, fuck me.” Mr. Malik moaned out as his hips rolled trying to get
any friction deep within him. The boy began to pull back out then sink back in
slowly with one hand attached to Mr. Malik’s hip and the other still recording
his invasion of his ass.
Then he sped up making the car begin to rock back and forth. Then he sped up
more as the man being impaled on his long teenage cock was moaning and jerking
himself off faster with his head resting on his bent arm.
 
“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my ass!” Mr. Malik breathed out as Harry snapped his hips
into the man harder making his cheeks jiggle and hole clench. His foreskin was
repeatedly pushed back and forth over his thick tip sending waves of pleasure
through his body as he destroyed the tight tunnel.
 
His body was trembling and a bead of sweat came down his forehead and neck
running down his broad chest and abs. The man he was plowing was breathing
heavy and whining with each forward thrust and his hole was tensing over and
over each time he tugged his long cut cock. Harry changed his angle to stab the
man’s tender spot over and over getting his body to shake and his voice
cracked, “Ha-Harry I’m gonna cum!”
 
“Cum Mr. Malik.” He ordered as his cock was ready to burst. The man screamed
out his name one more time and streaked his back seat with a thick wad of cum
and after spray. The collapse of the man’s hole and passageway around the
sweating teenager milked his orgasm from his long cock and he proceeded to
shiver as a very heavy load of his semen was dumped deep within his teacher.
His hips jerked as he pushed his spunk farther in leaving him slippery and
hotter inside.
 
“F-fuck.” Mr. Malik stuttered out catching his breath. Harry let the camera run
up and down his body and even dared to tape close to his face to see his
teacher with closed eyes and parted lips breathing heavy. He turned off the
recording and tossed his phone into the front seat.
 
The boy then slipped out of Mr. Malik and saw some of his cum dribbling from
the man’s puffy hole and he leaned forward to lick at it and press his tongue
into the now stretched rim getting the man to arch his back again. He tongued
him clean loving the taste of himself and kissed his hole. Mr. Malik shakily
pulled his underwear and pants back on as Harry handed him his shirt as he was
dressing himself.
 
“Sorry about your seats Harry.” He pointed to where there was a wet stain.
 
“S’alright. It’s just cum. Come on, let’s get another drink.” Harry smiled at
him and pulled the man from the car. He told Mr. Malik to wait as he forgot his
phone and as he was leaned into the car he sent off the video to Liam, Louis
and Niall.
 
“How about that drink? I’ll buy this time.” Mr. Malik smiled to his student who
agreed and they walked with their arms linked as Harry slipped his phone into
his pocket again.
 
When Mr. Malik had gone to the bathroom an hour later Harry checked his
messages. He got three.
 
Holy fuck mate! You fucked him? Good on ya! -Niall
 
I never wanted to see your cock Haz. -Liam
 
You bad bad boy! I’m so proud <3-Louis
 
XXXX
 
Now it was Liam who was left and he only had three days until the first of the
month. He really didn’t feel like handing over three hundred pounds to his
friends since one he didn’t want to and two he didn’t have the money. He knew
that they would figure out a way to get something for it and his hand
instinctively rubbed through his very short hair remembering what happened the
last time. He shuddered.
 
He was running late since his locker wasn’t cooperating with him and he kicked
the ground when he saw that his bus had left and so had Harry. If the boy was
there then he would’ve gotten a ride but everyone had cleared out quickly
leaving him with a five mile walk home. He turned and saw Mr. Malik leaving the
school with his leather coat on and lighting up a cigarette, Liam didn’t like
smoking but his teacher made it fucking sexy.
 
“Mr. Malik! Mr. Malik!” He shouted running over to where his teacher was
setting his messenger bag into the storage compartment of his cherry red
motorcycle.
 
The man turned around in his heavy black boots and black pants, “Oh hello Liam.
What’s up?”
 
“Well I uh, I missed my bus and it’s kind of a long walk. I was wondering could
you maybe give me a ride home?” Liam asked with his puppy dog eyes. No one
could resist the Payne puppy face. No one.
 
“Where do you live?” He asked taking a drag of the smoke and letting it escape
through his nose.
 
Success!
 
“Beacon Hills apartments.” The boy told him.
 
“Oh wow, that’s where I live. Yeah sure, come on.” He then handed Liam the
helmet he was going to put on and climbed upon the massive metal vehicle. Liam
slung his bag tight to his shoulders and fastened the helmet under his chin.
 
“Here, hold on to me tight okay? I don’t want you to fall off.” Zayn reached
back and took both of Liam’s toned arms in his hands and wrapped them forward
around his waist. The boy bit his lip and felt his groin stiffen slightly being
suctioned to the man of his dreams as the motorcycle rumbled to life.
 
They drove the familiar route to Liam’s complex and found out that the two only
lived four doors away from each other.
 
He regretfully let go of Mr. Malik’s waist-seriously it was like meeting God-
and took off the helmet handing it back to the teacher, “Thanks Mr. M. Really
appreciate it.”
 
“No problem Liam and please call me Zayn when not in class. I know I’m your
teacher but I’m not that old that you need to call me Mr. Malik.” He chuckled
out and turned off the cycle standing up.
 
“Okay Zayn, cool. So I’ll see you later then.” He turned and patted his
pockets. Shit. He saw that Zayn was just opening his door when he called out,
“Zayn!”
 
“Yeah buddy?” He turned around and let the door stay open.
 
“I um, I forgot my keys at school and my mum won’t be home for hours. Do you
think I could maybe stay at yours?” He asked sweetly and smiled halfway.
 
“Uh, yeah sure. Come on in.” And he stood to the side of the doorway and waved
Liam through. His apartment was just like Liam’s except obviously different. He
had very strange but beautiful paintings on the walls with no frames. His
bookshelf was the size of a Buick and held more books than Liam could probably
count in one sitting, he had random pictures of him and what probably were his
sisters on the shelves as well.
 
“Well make yourself comfortable, would you like some tea?” Zayn quipped to him
closing the door and shrugging off his coat onto a chair. Liam dropped his bag
near the coffee table, “Yeah, that’d be lovely.”
 
Zayn excused himself as Liam sat on the soft blue couch. He took in the
surroundings and saw that his teacher was rather clean other than the ashtray
filled with butts on the table, he had eclectic tastes in decorating and funky
furniture and Liam thought he would like to actually hang out here.
 
He came back in with two steaming mugs of tea in mismatched cups and handed one
off to Liam then sat down next to him flicking on the television, “Did you want
to watch a movie or something?” He asked the boy who sat very stiffly in his
presence.
 
“Uh sure.” Liam awkwardly answered with his tea shaking in his hand.
 
“Liam are you alright?” Zayn put down his mug and turned his body facing the
teenager. His eyes were soft and inviting and he seemed so concerned and open
and Liam put down his mug and attacked his lips.
 
Their mouths crashed together as Liam’s hands shook and he fumbled over his
body and trembled feeling the muscles of his chest and stomach flex under him.
He slipped his tongue into the man’s mouth and felt him just lying there. He
opened his eyes to see Zayn’s wide and confused. He sprang off the man and
started to babble, “Oh god! Oh god I’m so sorry! I can’t do this!” He started
to pace tugging on his hair basically saying goodbye to it for a second time.
 
He liked Zayn too much to use him; he’d even go as far to say he sort of loved
him. And this wasn’t Liam. He never used people and he sure didn’t want to use
the one person that made his heart flutter a bit more than usual.
 
“Liam calm down, it’s alright. We’ll forget about the whole thing.” Zayn tried
to soothe the panicking teenager.
 
“No it’s not! They used you and expected me to do the same! But I can’t! I like
you too much and the way your face softens when you look at me and I sort of
love you and you’re just so perfect and I can’t fuck you to win a bet and not
go broke and shave my head again!” He was still pacing as words vomited from
his lips.
 
“Wait what? Who used me?” He stood up and stopped the boy from pacing with both
hands on the boy’s muscular shoulders.
 
His face dropped and voice became a mumble, “Harry, Lou and Niall. They made a
bet that before the end of the month we’d all fuck you and whoever didn’t had
to pay a hundred quid to each one who did fuck you.”
 
Zayn’s arms dropped from Liam’s shoulders and he missed the touch.
 
“So that explains why those three came onto me.”
 
“Yeah, I’m really sorry Zayn. I actually like you and I tried but I just can’t
do that to you. You’re too good to do that too. I’m sorry, I’m gonna go.” He
turned and picked up his bag but was stopped by a warm touch to his bicep.
 
“You don’t have to go. It’s alright Liam. Can I tell you a secret?” Zayn pulled
him away from the door and sat him on the couch. He clasped Liam’s large hand
with both of his own, “Well even though this is beyond illegal, ethical and
sane but well, I like you too Liam.” He smiled at the boy whose mouth dropped
open.
 
“What?!” His voice squeaked.
 
“It’s the truth, you’re not like the other boys. You’re much more mature and
sensible and honestly probably better than most grown men I’ve dated. You’re a
special kid Li. The fact that you also happen to be extremely handsome does
make it harder to deal with the fact that you’re my student and underage
neighbor.” The man shrugged and let his lips purse.
 
“You-you’re serious?” Liam asked cautiously.
 
“Dead serious Liam. I know I could go to jail for this, although I could anyway
since I’ve already corrupted a minor-“
 
“Three.” Liam added.
 
“Yeah three. But I’d like to kiss you again.” Zayn spoke to him softly.
 
Liam’s heart was exploding. His teacher/neighbor/biggest goddamn crush ever was
wanting to kiss him. And he liked him as well!
 
The boy leaned in and met the man’s lips tentatively and his body was alight in
moments feeling those petal soft lips brush his. Then he slipped his tongue
into the man’s mouth and was met with a wet thrashing of tongues and roaming
hands. He pushed Zayn back into the couch and straddled his hips rolling his
bum into the man’s groin. The man moaned into the boy’s mouth and Liam
swallowed it gripping his shoulder and feeling his arms wrap around his waist.
 
Then the kissing slowed down to something demure and sweet, Liam rested their
foreheads together and opened his eyes to see gorgeous golden hazel orbs
staring back at him, “That was nice.” He breathed out.
 
“Yeah it was. If you want I can give you the money to give to the boys so you
don’t have to shave your head.” Zayn shrugged a shoulder.
 
“I don’t think I’m going to lose the bet. I mean, if you’d like to anyway.”
Liam spoke lowly grinding his bum into Zayn’s bulge that he felt was growing.
 
“Well since I’m already going to hell, I might as well have some fun with the
guy I like before hand.” He smiled and kissed Liam again this time more
hungrily. He lifted him from the couch and carried him into his large bedroom
gingerly placing the boy on his soft bed with bright white linens.
 
He stripped off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers tented and he growled
watching Liam unbutton his jeans and push them down to reveal the biggest
outline of any cock he’d ever seen in his life.
 
“Holy shit Liam. You’ve got to be kidding me.” His eyes were wide and the man
crawled onto the bed and gripped the hard shaft through his underwear. He
leaned down as Liam was removing his shirt revealing his six pack and chiseled
chest to kiss along the length of his cock. He pulled out the tip through the
hole in the front of the boy’s boxers and leaned back as the ten inch length
was held at full mast.
 
“Fuck.” He whispered taking in the glory of this boy’s cock. Biggest he’d ever
seen in real life and it was about to be engulfed in his ass if he had anything
to do about it. The foreskin covering most of the head was pliable and thick
and he kitten licked the slit sending Liam into a frenzy of moans and whimpers.
 
He stuck his tongue under the foreskin to swirl it around the head before
sucking in the covered tip and salivating all over it. He hollowed his cheeks
out and pushed more of the boy’s cock down his throat loving the taste of his
precum heavy on his tongue. He pumped the shaft using both hands letting the
thick foreskin cover and uncover the tip as Zayn sucked it harder leaving it
red and wet.
 
“Oh fuck Zayn.” Liam breathed out as the man was sucking him off hard and fast.
The friction to his shaft was hot and constant leaving his chest empty of air
and blood on fire. The man licked up and down his length like a popsicle and
Liam moaned locking his lust filled brown eyes with hazel ones just as blown.
 
“Gonna ride you.” Zayn growled out as he reattached their mouths out and he
blindly pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. The man pulled off his
underwear letting his eight inch cock stand straight out as Liam reached for it
and pumped the thick shaft getting Zayn to moan in his hand.
 
“I’ve waited so long to touch you.” Liam spoke as he played with Zayn’s cock
and balls and bucked his hips as Zayn’s lubed covered hand coated his long cock
letting it soak the front of his boxers.
 
“Me too Li. Me too.” Zayn offered back hotly and climbed on top of Liam kissing
him fiercely again. The man grabbed a hold of Liam’s base and teased his
entrance with the foreskin covered tip before sinking down. He bit his lip and
let his eyes flutter shut feeling the immense rip and burn of his hole as this
teenage boy entered him.
 
Liam’s large hands gripped the tattooed hips of his teacher and he moaned
loudly as his long cock was being swallowed by the man’s hole. He reached
halfway down the shaft and leaned forward to kiss Liam again and let their
tongues mash together and sunk down farther until it felt like Liam was in his
stomach and his prostate was pressed flat against his insides.
 
“Oh fuck Liam, so big.” Zayn breathed into his mouth and started to roll his
hips feeling his tunnel being pushed to its limits but it was perfect. His hips
started moving faster feeling Liam pulse inside him and he brought their lips
together as his hole was being stretched the farthest it’d ever been in twenty-
six years.
 
Liam began to thrust upwards letting his ten inch length spear his neighbor/
teacher and his head was flooded with waves of pleasure and contentment. The
man above him began to slam his hips down onto Liam’s cock and whimper each
time he was buried to the hilt. He pinched Liam’s nipples getting his back to
arch into the touch and he giggled when Liam gasped into his mouth.
 
“You wanna cum in my ass?” Zayn purred to the boy under him as sweat started to
mingle between the two and he rubbed his thumb against Liam’s cheek. The boy
nodded and whimpered sticking out his bottom lip and Zayn quickly grabbed it
with his teeth and bit down. Liam fueled by lust and desire rolled them over so
that he was now plowing into Zayn at an alarmingly fast pace.
 
“OH FUCK YES!” Zayn hollered out as the teenage boy angled his cock to stab his
sweet spot over and over feeling his cock being rubbed between their abs. The
sound of sweaty skin slapped around the room and Zayn pulled Liam’s face down
to attach their lips once more. The man started to whimper with each downward
thrust into his now very swollen hole as Liam continued to slam into him.
 
“So-so close Li.” He stuttered out due to his body being rocked into quickly by
Liam. The boy pulled back slightly and using one hand grabbed Zayn’s cock and
timed up his thrusts with the tugs to the man’s now very swollen, rigid and
throbbing member. The man bit his lip and his breath was gone as he felt the
coil in his stomach heat up.
 
Liam sped up and watched his cock disappear between olive cheeks and saw Zayn’s
hairy balls jiggle and bounce with each slam into him. His own orgasm was
imminent and being pulled from his body feeling how tight and wet Zayn was
inside. His walls caressed and massaged Liam’s head and length pushing the
foreskin back and forth making him forget everything he’d ever known. All he
knew was that he wanted to keep fucking Mr. Malik.
 
Zayn clenched around him and cried out, “Gonna cum!” And pulsed in Liam’s hand
sending white hot ribbons of spunk across the man’s torso and chest with some
even hitting his chin. The man shook and trembled as his orgasm was intensified
with his prostate being repeatedly jabbed and warm hands were still tugging his
now very sensitive cock.
 
The clenching of Zayn’s tunnel and hole around Liam was too intense and as he
felt the liquid pump out of Zayn’s slit he came deep within his teacher. His
hips jerked and slammed into him and his body quaked releasing warm globs of
cum deep within the panting, sweating man below him.
 
His breath was gone and he fell forward feeling Zayn’s cum smear across his
sweaty abs. Their two hearts thundered in their chests and Zayn brought his
arms up to rake lightly over Liam’s back.
 
“Wow, damn babe.” The man spoke between breaths.
 
“Yeah, wow.” Liam retorted. He lifted up shakily and slipped out of Zayn seeing
his hole red and puffy and clenching over and over. The boy collapsed next to
him and saw Zayn roll over to prop up on an elbow and smile. He leaned down and
kissed Liam gently on the lips and the boy smiled in return.
 
“So uh, would you like to make this a regular thing? Cause I know I sure
would.” Zayn asked the boy who was shiny with sweat and cum. He let his fingers
trace patterns in his skin and chest hair.
 
“I’d love to.” He leaned up and met the man’s mouth again slipping his tongue
into it and sucking his tongue in. He pulled away and brought his hand down and
squeezed Zayn’s soft sticky cock, “Can I ride that next time?”
 
The man nodded and kissed him again. They snogged for minutes on end both still
naked and covered in more sweat and cum than was probably healthy until Liam’s
phone started vibrating on the floor. He grunted but reached over to grab it
seeing Louis was calling and showed it to Zayn who quickly grabbed it from him
and put a finger to his lips as Liam tried to ask what he was doing.
 
“Hello?” The man asked chipper like.
 
“Liam? Is-is that you?” Liam could hear Louis’ very confused voice and he
snickered seeing Zayn smile again.
 
“Nah Lou, it’s Zayn. Or should I say Mr. Malik. Liam’s a bit preoccupied in my
bed at the moment.” He watched as Liam’s mouth fell open and he patted his
knee.
 
“HOLY FUCK! HARRY! NIALL!” He heard Louis shout. There was some more shouting.
“YOU’RE NEVER GONNA GUESS WHERE LIAM IS RIGHT NOW!”
 
Zayn put it on speakerphone and Liam recoiled hearing his friends yelling.
 
“Where is he?” That was Harry asking.
 
“DUDE! He’s in bed with Mr. Malik right now! He’s on the phone!”
 
“No fucking way! Gimme that!” That was Niall’s thick accent this time.
 
“Ello? Mr. M?” His familiar voice came through the speaker.
 
“Yes, hello Niall. Harry. So nice of you to call.” Zayn spoke smoothly.
 
“HOLY SHIT! LIAM YOU SLY DOG!” Niall bellowed through the speakers.
 
“Yes, I heard about this bet you boys had on me. Shame you're gambling at such
a young age.” He tutted to them.
 
“What are you guys doing right now?! Is this some sort of joke?” Louis called
back from far off.
 
“Well we were just having sex and I figured I should let you know that Liam won
this bet boys.” He saw Liam look at him strangely.
 
“What do you mean? No offense but we all fucked you Mr. M.” Harry came through
the receiver this time.
 
“Yeah you did and I’d like it if we kept that a secret between the five of us
please.” He heard a unison of ‘sure’ and ‘of course’ come through the phone.
 
“What are you getting at Zayn?” Liam asked and recoiled again as more cheers
came through the phone. After it quieted down Niall asked him what he had meant
as well.
 
“Well yeah the three of you and I had sex but Liam got something more out of
the deal. Me.” He shrugged his shoulders looking at Liam who was wonderstruck.
 
“What?!” Came three very high-pitched yells.
 
“Yeah, now if you don’t mind I’d like to get back to him. I’ll see you boys in
class.” And he ended the call.
 
He tossed the phone onto the bed and the two ignored it as it rang three more
times.
 
“Did you really mean that?” Liam scooted closer to a very naked Zayn.
 
“Of course. It makes sense, I mean I like you and you like me so why not? And
how convenient is that that you live right there. I mean, if you’d like to that
is.” Zayn pointed through the wall in the direction of Liam’s home.
 
Liam launched himself onto the man and kissed him furiously letting his hands
rake down his abs and play with his happy trail, “Of course! Are you kidding
me!”
 
They kissed some more and Liam squeezed Zayn’s cock getting the man to moan.
 
“Now we can’t be anything but teacher and student at school alright. But here
we can be whatever we want. And when you’re finally legal we can go public
okay?” Zayn spoke sternly even though it was rather difficult since there was
this gorgeous boy in your bed working your cock back up to its full length.
 
“Of course. But um could I ask you something?” Liam kissed the man’s nipples
and chest.
 
“Y-yeah anything.” He stuttered out as his cock was being worked over in the
boy’s large hand.
 
“Well we can be whatever we want in here,” he kissed down the man’s torso and
nuzzled his pubes, “but what if I want it to be teacher and student?” He
swirled his tongue around the tip of Zayn’s cock and moaned out, “Mr. Malik.”
And dropped his head down to jam the man’s cock completely down his throat
until his nose was back buried in black pubes.
 
“Oh god!” Zayn cried out and pulled the boy back up crashing their lips
together. “Yes, anything you want.” He moaned out as the two began claiming
each other to one another.
 
Liam called him Mr. Malik the entire time he rode the man into the mattress
much to both their satisfaction.
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