"Mr. Diamond, Please stay after class. I need to talk to you." I rolled my eyes as the class oohed immaturely while gathering their things. I sighed and watched as all of my friends exited the small classroom and headed out to begin the weekend. I got up from my seat at the back of the classroom, stopping just a few feet in front of my English teacher's desk. He did not look up, but simply continued to grade the test papers on his desk as if I wasn't standing there. My eyebrows furrowed and my lips moved into a pout while hugging my textbook closer to my chest. I, James Alexander Philip Diamond, was not used to being ignored. I opened my mouth to speak, but my teacher held up a hand motioning for me to be quiet. I shut my mouth and glared at the older man before moving and sitting on the closest student desk, directly in front of him.

The room was silent, save for the scratching of his pen on the papers. I watched as his hand moved over them, marking them with either checks or X's. I watched him scratch his stubbly chin, before running that same hand through his silky jet black hair. I licked my lips as he grunted in frustration and as the pale skin of his arms glimmered in the shine of the California sun peeking in through the window. I tried my hardest not to drool at his perfect specimen and I quickly straightened up when his gaze rested on me. That's right. I, James Alexander Phillip Diamond, am not only gayer than the rainbow, but I am also harboring a major crush on my English teacher, Mr. Logan Mitchell.

Mr. Mitchell stood up from behind his desk and walked until he was standing in front of it. He crossed his arms and looked at me. "Mr. Diamond," I tried to suppress the shiver that ran up my spine as he said my name. "Do you know the reason why I asked you to stay back today?" I shook my head.

"No Mr. Mitchell. I have no idea why." I said while looking down at my feet, embarrassed. He sighed.

"James, Are you aware that you are in danger of failing? Not just this semester, but the entire class. I know you're a bright kid or else your English teacher last year wouldn't have recommended you for the AP class so I don't see what the problem is. Are you not trying? Are you not understanding the material?" I shook my head at both questions and he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Is it me?" I snapped my head up at the question and looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?" I asked. Mr. Mitchell shrugged.

"Am I a bad teacher? Is that why you're doing so poorly?" He asked, slightly insecure.

"No! That's not it at all!"

"I mean after all this is my first teaching job so if I suck I would really appreciate it if you would tell me-" I hopped off the desk and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look up at me. Mr. Mitchell was a good few inches shorter than I, but I thought it only added to his cuteness.

"Mr. Mitchell, the fact that I'm not passing is entirely my own fault. You're an awesome teacher and don't ever forget that." Mr. Mitchell smiled before gently taking hold of my wrists and taking my hands off of his shoulders. He didn't release my wrists however, even after my hands were no longer touching him.

"Thank you, James. But if this is true, why are you my only student not passing? Sure some of the others are barely scarping Ds, but you are the only one with an F. Why aren't you doing as well as the others?" He asked. I shrugged and looked anywhere but at his eyes.

"I've been distracted is all, I guess…" I muttered. Mr. Mitchell stepped closer to me and arched an eyebrow.

"Distracted? Distracted by what, James?" I gulped and tried to move out of my teacher's grasp, but he held firm. "James, I asked you a question and I'm waiting for your answer. What are you distracted by?" I shook my head, still refusing to meet his gaze. "James, look at me. Please." I gave in to his demand and met his soft brown eyes with mine. "What are you distracted by?" He asked again. I realized that he had stepped closer to my person without me noticing. If we both leaned in about two inches, our lips would be touching. His lips were right there, a shimmering bright pink and they looked so soft and kissable… "James? You are distracted by…"

"You." I blurted out unexpectedly. The two of us froze and stared at each other in silence.

"Me?" He squeaked out. I nodded slowly.

"You." Mr. Mitchell opened his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off by grabbing both sides of his face and pressing my lips against his. They were as soft as I had imagined and tasted faintly of cherries, one of my favorite foods. I licked them slightly, trying to savor the taste. He opened his mouth in shock and I couldn't resist slipping my tongue in his mouth. When my tongue met his, Mr. Mitchell pulled away from me. I gasped realizing what I had just done.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Mitchell!" I exclaimed. I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that, I promise. I've just been lusting after you for so long now and you were so close and you smelled so good and I just couldn't control myself and, and, and-" My rambling was stopped when he kissed me with as much passion as I had kissed him with before. When he pulled back, my teacher was smiling.

"James, I know you like me. I've known for a while. You weren't exactly discreet about it considering the fact that the one homework assignment you actually turned had "Mr. James Mitchell" written all over it with a hearts over the Is." I blushed as I remembered forgetting to erase that before turning it in.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mitchell. I-" My teacher gave me a chaste kiss and placed a hand on my check, rubbing it comfortingly.

"James, it's okay. I like you too. And when we're alone, it's Logan, not Mr. Mitchell." I nodded and held the hand that wasn't on my face.

"Logan." I said letting the name roll off my tongue. "I like it. Um, Logan?" He raised his eyebrows to show he was listening. "Can I kiss you again?" I asked shyly. Logan giggled and nodded, moving to once more lean against his desk, this time taking me along with him. I looked down at him, placing my hands on his desk as he hooked his fingers in the front pocket of my jeans. The two of us looked at each other for a few moments before I finally couldn't take it anymore and I kissed him fiercely. He smiled into the kiss and moved his hands from in my pockets to under my shirt. I moaned as he ran his fingers up and down my bare chest. His smaller frame snuggled perfectly against mine and the heat he was radiating made me only want him more. Just as I was moving to deepen the kiss, there was a low whistle at the door. We broke apart and I gasped at who was standing there.

Occupying the doorway were two of my other teachers (and stars of my latest wet dreams), Mr. Kendall Knight and Mr. Carlos Garcia. Mr. Knight was my Algebra 2 teacher, while Mr. Garcia was the reason I was failing Spanish. I was completely aware that teacher/student relationships were against code and the last thing I wanted was to get Logan in trouble. I quickly backed away from him and rushed to make myself look somewhat presentable.

"This-this isn't wha-what it looks like." I stuttered as I tried to tuck my shirt back into my pants. "I swear. I came onto him and I forced him to kiss me. Mr. Knight, Mr. Garcia, please don't tell Principal Rocque. I don't wanna get Logan, I mean Mr. Mitchell into any trouble." Mr. Knight, Mr. Garcia and Logan shared a look. The three elders turned back to look at me before laughing. My jaw dropped in shock.

"James," Logan gasped through his giggles. "It's okay. I asked Kendall and Carlos to meet us after school today." I arched an eyebrow and looked at the three of them, trying to read their faces for any lies. I couldn't find any.

"Really?" I asked. Mr. Knight nodded.

"Yeah. He did. oh and Logan? Next time you wanna molest one of the students, make sure you lock the door. You never know who might walk in and I'm positive that the Superintendent wouldn't be as forgiving as the two of us." As he said this, he along with Mr. Garcia entered the empty classroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. They walked up to Logan and stood on either side of him, all three staring expectantly at me. I was too stunned for words.

"James?" I snapped my head to the sexy Latino as he spoke my name. I looked him up and down, his perfect tan skin taunting me. "You can come closer. We're not gonna bite."

"Unless he begs for it." Kendall added with a smirk. Logan hit him playfully on the chest.

"Calm down, Kendall. We don't wanna scare him." I stepped closer to my teachers, moving until I was standing directly in front of them, but still a good three feet away. I stared at my feet.

"What'd you call Mr. Knight and Mr. Garcia for?" I asked nervously. Logan chuckled.

"After the bell rings, it's Kendall and Carlos, James. And I called them because I noticed that you've been pretty distracted in their classes as well and I assumed it was for the same reason you weren't paying attention in mine. So I asked them to come and help me rid you of your distractions." I looked up to see that they were all smirking at me.

"How?" Carlos arched an eyebrow before staring at me pointedly.

"Well, we figured out that the reason we are distracting you so much is because you are sexually frustrated. Tell the truth, James. When was the last time you got laid?" As Carlos spoke, he rubbed a hand up and down Logan's inner thigh, causing him to whimper. I shook my head trying to focus enough to form coherent sentences. It didn't work.

"Well, it's been a while-"Kendall, who had been caressing Logan's hair, tugged on it, yanking Logan's head back. Keeping his eyes trained on mine, he placed three kisses on the paler boy's neck.

"How long…is a while?" He asked licking the vein that ran along Logan's neck. I moaned softly as I watched. "Mr. Diamond, I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

"A little over six months maybe-" I responded watching my English teacher unravel at the touch of the two men. Carlos hissed his teeth in disproval and shook his head, moving his hand from on Logan's thigh to directly on top of his crotch.

"That's much too long to go without getting fucked. Just ask Logan here. Kendall and I try to fuck him at least twice a day." My eyes widened in shock.

"You three-you've-you're-"

"Together? Yep. Since our Senior Year of High School .But you don't wanna hear all the naughty, nasty, cum inducing details about that." Kendall said detaching his lips from Logan's neck. I could see the beginning of multiple hickies and Logan was gasping for breath. Carlos unbuttoned Logan's shirt, throwing it by the door. When it was off, he reached to unbutton his own. I was mesmerized by the two of them.

"I don't?" I asked weakly. Kendall nodded and stood up, moving till he was standing behind me. He was so close that I could feel his bulge rub against my firm ass. I subconsciously rubbed back against him. Without even seeing his face, I knew Kendall was smirking as he placed his hands on my belt, pulling it off. He shook his head.

"No, you don't. You want us to show you a good time, a fun time. How about it, James?" He whispered against my neck. Before I could answer, he cut me off. "Watch them. Don't they look so good together?" I glanced at Carlos and Logan who had began to make-out. Neither of my teachers were wearing their shirts and Carlos' leg was in between Logan's, who was grinding up and down on it. The two were sharing an open-mouth kiss and I groaned as I watched Carlos flick his tongue against Logan's. At the sound of my groan, the two broke apart and looked at me and Kendall. They were panting as they stared, but their hips continued to move against each others.

"So what do you say?" Kendall asked. I looked at him, confused. "Wanna spend a night with the three of us?"

"Yeah, James. It'll be fun." Carlos said looking me up and down. "Think about everything we could teach you about how to please a man and about how to be pleased by a man." Logan nodded excitedly.

"Besides, you need to bring up your grades in our classes." He stated. "And I think this is the perfect way."

"Definitely the perfect way." Kendall said grinning. I turned my head to look at him. "So what do you say?" Instead of answering verbally, I just reached back and pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply. When we pulled away he was smiling. "I knew you'd see it our way. Hey, Logie, why don't you come over here and show our favorite student exactly why they called you "Superhead" in college?"

My head snapped back to him and Carlos and I watched as he disentangled himself from the Latino boy. The newly shirtless Logan sashayed over until we were chest to chest. He then leaned up and smashed his lips against Kendall's over my shoulder. As I watched in awe as my teachers made out, Logan reached down and effortlessly undid my skinny jeans, before pushing them down to the ground. When they were settled around my ankles and I could easily feel the room's draft, Logan and Kendall broke apart and Logan glanced down before looking back up at me.

"No underwear, James? Any particular reason or do you just go commando all the time?" He asked me, eyebrows raised. I blushed and tried to look down but Kendall had a hand buried so deep in my hair that it prevented me from doing anything he didn't want.

"Answer him." He said, while licking the shell of my ear.

"My pants…they-they're too tight…to wear anything under…" I trailed off. Logan smirked.

"So why wear them?"

"They make…my ass…look…awesome…" All three of my teachers laughed at my comment and Kendall pinched my behind.

"You're right." Carlos said. "But I'm pretty sure it looks even better when you're wearing nothing." Before I could respond, Logan grabbed my hard dick. I moaned and arched into Kendall who chuckled at my reaction.

"If you think this is good wait till he actually does something…" Logan smiled at the comment before sinking down to his knees. If I liked his height before, then I loved it now. On his knees, his lips came up to the exact height of my dick. Logan glanced at me and licked his lips suggestively.

"Are you ready?" He asked, one hand rubbing his crotch, the other slowly jerking me off. I nodded, my mouth suddenly forgetting how to form sentences. Logan closed his eyes and licked the slit. Kendall's hand in my hair stopped me from throwing my head back against his shoulder.

"Watch him. It turns him on knowing that people are watching him do what he does best." Kendall said in my ear causing me to whimper lightly. I would have never pegged Kendall, my strict math teacher, for the dirty talking type but clearly he had been doing it for a while. I looked back down at Logan who had moved on from licking my slit to sucking gently on the head. Kendall hadn't been lying. He really was good at this.

I looked up at Carlos, who had removed his shoes and pants and was stroking himself unashamed. He saw me looking and smiled.

"It feels good?" He asked me breathlessly. I nodded and he grinned. "The best part? He has no gag reflex." Hearing this, Logan took the hand off his dick and gave his co-worker/lover the finger. Carlos smirked.

"You should be careful what fingers you stick up, Logan. We don't wanna corrupt the poor boy." Kendall arched an eyebrow as he ran his fingers in my hair, kissing my temple.

"Because the fact that we're about to fuck him senseless in a classroom and the fact that Logan is giving him some of the best head he's ever received isn't already corrupting him already." I opened my mouth to say I didn't mind being corrupted, but Logan took that moment to deep throat my dick. I gasped and gripped Kendall's pants tightly. He grinned. "Told ya he was good." I nodded and shut my eyes, focusing on nothing but the immense pleasure coursing throughout me. I began to slowly rock my hips into my teacher's warm mouth and he moaned as he rubbed himself. Logan swallowed around me and my knees shook. Just as I was sure I was about to cum, Logan's mouth was pulled off my dick and I shivered as cold air swept over it. My head snapped up and I shivered. Right behind Logan was Carlos who was grinning. He ran his fingers through Logan's hair, who had his eyes closed.

"So how is he, Logie?" He whispered, his eyes trained on me. Logan smiled as he licked his lips.

"Good. Wanna taste?" Carlos grinned and pulled him up by his hair before smashing their lips together. Logan moaned as his mouth was practically assaulted by Carlos'. When they broke apart. Carlos smirked.

"He does taste good."

"Well don't hold out on me." Kendall said pulling the tan teacher closer to him. He kissed him deeply before doing the same thing to Logan. When he was finished, he smiled at me and I blushed. I had tasted my own cum on various occasions and while I thought it had an interesting tinge, I didn't really think it was as amazing as they were making it sound.

"Do-do I really taste that good?" All three of my teachers nodded


"Muy Caliente."

"Wanna try?" Kendall asked me. I nodded and he leaned into me, planting a firm kiss on me. He forced my lips open and inserted his tongue, entangling it with mine. I had tasted my cum before on various occasions and I could distinctly taste myself (along with other various flavors) on Kendall's tongue. All of the flavors mixed together increased my arousal by a tenfold and I moaned into my teacher's mouth. I pulled away from him to breathe. "Good?" He asked. I nodded.

"Very." Carlos chuckled at my answer.

"Well, now that we are all in agreement, how about we get down to the best part." My eyes widened at my Spanish teacher's statement. I was failing his class, but I definitely knew what that meant.

"That sounds purrfect." Kendall said, taking extra precaution to roll his Rs. He kissed me on the cheek before leading me back to Logan's desk, the two of us followed by Carlos and Logan. When we reached, Carlos rubbed a hand up and down my chest.

"So." He said as he tweaked my nipple. I groaned at his touch. "How do you want this to go?" He asked. I looked at him, my eyes glazed over.


"He's asking if you want to fuck or if you want to be fucked." Logan explained as he removed Kendall's pants before removing his own. Kendall smiled and ripped open his shirt. By now, all three of my teachers were completely naked and I was only wearing my shirt.

"He looks like a bottom to me." He said as he ran his hands up and down my exposed backside. "Definitely got the ass for it. Are you a top or a bottom, James?" He asked me, running his hand over my twitching hole.

"Bottom." I gasped out.

"Told ya he liked to take it, Carlos. You owe me 20 bucks." Carlos rolled his eyes at the comment and moved his hand from my chest to my back, rubbing lightly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll pay you later. Right now we have something more important to focus on. Like the horny teenager currently at our disposal." Logan nodded and pushed gently down on my back, forcing me to lean over the desk.

"Who do you want to fuck you, James?" Carlos scoffed.

"That's not even an option. I'm afraid Kendall might pop a vessel if he doesn't get into James sometime soon." Kendall shrugged.

"It's true." Carlos nodded and took hold of Logan's cock, pulling him towards his person.

"And how about we put that nice little mouth of his to good use? He sucks you off, while junior Carlos rocks your world?" Logan grinned and bit his bottom lip.

"I'd like that." Carlos gave him a chaste kiss before reaching into Logan's desk and pulling out a tube of lube. After squirting some onto his fingers, he tossed it to Kendall who did the same. I shivered as I felt Kendall rub one finger at my entrance. I was no untried virgin, but like I said, it had been a while since I had gotten any. As Kendall stretched me, Carlos did the same to Logan and for the next couple of minutes the classroom was silent save for all of our moans. I could barely think straight as Kendall fingered me. After he was able to successfully push in four fingers and pull them out, he stopped. I whimpered at the loss and Kendall shushed me.

"Don't worry baby. I just think you're ready for the real thing is all." As he said this, he rubbed the head of his dick against my entrance and I pushed back, trying to create more friction. Carlos chuckled.

"I think Logan here is ready as well." He said slapping the pale boy's behind. Logan nodded, his eyes shut tight. Carlos moved him until he was up against the desk, his hard dick in front of my face. I couldn't help it. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and I licked my teacher's slit earning a high pitched squeak from him. As I continued to do this, Kendall spread my cheeks, and slowly entered his dick into my hole. Carlos did the same to Logan. As Kendall pushed into me, I slowly slid forward on the desk causing my mouth to slide further onto Logan's dick. I sucked on the head of his cock as Kendall and Carlos slowly pushed into the two of us.

"Harder…please…" Logan moaned. I would have done the same but my mouth was full so I just settled on nodding. I had never felt so good. Sure I had had my fair share in sexual escapades, but I had honestly never felt as full as I had in that moment. At hearing Logan's plea, both Carlos and Kendall sped up, much to the pleasure of me and Logan. They were harshly thrusting into us and Logan wasn't even trying to keep quiet. I pulled off of his dick to breathe, and shut my eyes, trying to not cum so embarrassingly soon. Kendall hit a spot deep in me and I screamed as I saw stars. Grinning that he had found my prostate, he began to unapologetically pound me into the desk. I knew I would be sore as hell the next day, but I could honestly care less. After that, I didn't even try to hold back and I simply gave into the feeling. I opened my eyes to see that Logan looked just as close to experiencing his orgasm as me. I reached out, and began to stroke him fiercely and my teacher screamed his appreciation.

"Shit James…keep going…I'm right there…" I stroked harder as Kendall and Carlos increased their speed. "Shit…shit…shit…oh my god! Yes!" Logan shouted, his head rolling back onto Carlos' shoulder as he came all over my face. His orgasm triggered Carlos'. Watching my Spanish teacher go ape-shit on his ass made me finally succumb to my own and I spilled my seed all over Logan's desk. As my ass clamped around Kendall, he couldn't help but cum as well. The four of us shivered for the next couple of minutes as the sun streamed into the room. When I finally caught me breath, I asked a question that had been bothering me.

"So…does this mean I pass my classes?"

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