Mr. Wallace

“What the fuck did you call me? It’s Mr. Wallace to you,” my teacher, Mr. Wallace said. But it wasn’t Mr. Wallace in there, it was my close friend, Josh, in there.

“Come on, bro. You’re scaring me,” I said to the shirtless and fit body in front of me.

“Well maybe I should comfort you,” Josh said, perfectly imitating Mr. Wallace’s accent. Josh proceeded to unzip and pull down Mr. Wallace’s dress pants.

“Josh, what the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to just act like him until we can change our grades, bro,” I said, staring eagerly at his body. It was so toned and so big. Mr. Wallace usually had a dress shirt on, which stretched against his big physique. This was the first time I’ve seen him shirtless.

Josh grabbed at Mr. Wallace’s bulge, and began groping it as he looked at me intently.

“You know I’ve always found you attractive,” Josh said.

“I know Josh, but we’ve talked about this. I just don’t feel the same way about you.”

Josh pulled down Mr. Wallace’s boxer briefs, and held Mr. Wallace’s cock, continuing to stroke it.

“I’m not Josh,” Josh said, as he got closer to me.

“What are you doing?”

“Get down, and suck on Mr. Wallace’s cock. We’re going to have some fun,” Josh said as he pulled me down onto my knees, and held my head to Mr. Wallace’s cock.

“Won’t Mr. Wallace remember this when he gets his body,” I asked.

“I think I’ll stay in here for a while. Or maybe forever,” Josh responded, as he thrusted his cock into my mouth.