#mr182

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“Erm no I’m not sick… Don’t be stupid Mr 182” but this only made the teacher blush harder. 182 was so cute at times. He asked the most silly questions but they were always very genuine. Dante loved how curious 182 was about how the outside world worked. It kept him sane, telling him about different kinds of foods, places you could visit, animals you could see. . Anything and everything he would talk to 182 for hours about. It became their tradition to talk about the outside before they drifted off in both of their bunks. 182 would dream of the things the teacher would tell him about. The stories were so fleeting in comparison to where 182 grew up.

Dante slowly opened the door to the cell and gently laid 182 on his own bottom bunk. “There we go.” Dante walked over to the sink to get a wash cloth and some disinfectant they had found god knows where. 182 frowned, he didn’t like how the disinfectant stung, but he quietly obeyed as the teacher motioned for him to let him see his knees.

He gently wiped out the particles of debris that 182 failed to pick out of his bloodied knees. 182 winced slightly. “You're doing great” Dante softly spoke as he moved to 182s wounded hand and then to his chin. He lingered there looking 182s face over. The white haired man was so beautiful. And the fog in Dante’s system made 182 glow. 182 felt Dante’s eyes scanning him “teacher…” he looked away slightly embarrassed. Dante took the man’s chin in his hand to shift 182s gaze back on him. “You’re glowing” Dante whispered in amazement. The teachers now pale blue eyes scanning over him. 182 could feel his face flush. What was the teacher thinking? “I think you really might be sick or something teacher…” he trailed off. Dante sat on the bed next to him. Feeling the fog still settling in, he rode the high of the sudden confidence he was feeling “ can I try something..? “

182 looked at him confused. “I guess?”

Dante leaned in closer to 182's face. “Do you trust me?” He whispered.

182 could smell the teacher's sweet breath. He looked deeply into the teacher's eyes, not breaking his gaze. What was the teacher up to? He thought. He wanted to know though. 182 found himself looking down at Dante's smooth lips curiously.

“I trust you.”

Dante leaned in closer “close your eyes” the white haired man obeyed instantly.

Dante met 182s chapped lips and gently pressed his own against them. He didn’t really understand why but the fog was making him feel so good, he just wanted to chase that feeling. He realized after today how much he cared for 182. Or maybe it was the Fog… Or a combination of the two.

182 was stiff and rigid, not knowing what to do in return, Dante slowly leaned 182 backwards onto the bed still kissing him softly. He parted his chapped mouth with his tongue. It was warm. Dante traced 182s teeth gaps. 182 slowly met his blue tongue to Dantes, following his lead as their tongues collided clumsily.

182 felt his uniform tighten and he was unsure of what to do “ um.. teacher- I”

He pointed to the tent in his pants. “I um… sorry- ?” He didn’t know if this was the right way his body should be reacting to was Dante was doing.

Dante looked down and smiled. He softly asked 182 for permission to show him that it was okay. 182 nodded. 182 felt a pulsing in his member that he had never felt before. Dante realizing 182 was still a virgin, slowly unzipped the man’s orange jumpsuit. Exposing the biggest cock Dante had ever laid his eyes on.

182 watched Dante closely, unsure of what was going to happen next. But he was excited. And his cock grew harder, noticing the kiss they shared left his mouth tasting like the teacher, his face flushed. He loved this.

Dante slowly made his way around Mr. 182s massive cock and started to stroke it very lightly and slowly at first. Needing both his hands to do it, he propped himself on his elbows making himself comfortable.

182s moans started immediately. “Teacher- ugh how are you doing that?” He mumbled. He’d never felt such a good sensation. He of course had tried to jerk himself off multiple times beforehand, but it never felt this good. Dante looked up at the lean man’s face contorting. 182 melted in Dante's hands as quickly as they started. 182s hips stuttered as he let out a loud moan and hot cum slowly made its way down the teacher's fingers still gripping the man’s cock. “You finish fast,” Dante giggled wiping the man’s hot load off his cheek and hands. “Is that good?” 182 asked, yearning for more of Dante’s touch. 182’s one hand never felt as good as the teacher's soft pretty hands just did. “ …Can we do it again?” 182s words turned into a whine.