"Mr. Davis." Thomas said as he approached my desk with disingenuous and uncharacteristic humility.

"Yes, Thomas? What can I do for you?" I replied, despite knowing full well what the sixth grader wanted.

Thomas sniffled, then he hesitated for a few moments, continuing his amusing charade, before pulling out a piece of paper out of his backpack. It was the math exam that I had finished grading the night before, and which I had handed out minutes before the end of the class. The number '73' was displayed prominently, in red ink, at the top of the page. "Please, sir." The boy began, his eyes tearing up. "I can't," He stuttered, "I can't show this to my parents."

I looked up from the paper to meet my student's eyes. Thomas had beautiful eyes, with a deep, dark blue that almost looked black, as the sunlight shining through the window silhouetted his short, slightly rounded body. I could see the fine blond fuzz on his neck, illuminated by the rays that outlined his grey and maroon school uniform, along with the neatly combed dark brown hair crowning his head. I had fantasized about practically every one of my students, but none more than Thomas. The fact that he was an annoying and bratty trust-fund kid did not diminish my interest in him. This was an expensive private school, after all, and annoying bratty trust-fund kids were dime a dozen.

Neither did the fact that he didn't pay one lick of attention in class, nor that he didn't exert any effort preparing for his exams. That, also, was not unusual. He would get into a top university, no doubt, once his parents made a generous 'donation' to their institution of choice. His constant disruptions, cracking jokes, arrogantly mocking and putting down his classmates, and constantly disregarding my, and other teachers', authority did grate on me, however.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to do." I calmly replied. "It's the grade you earned."

"Please My Davis!" Thomas pleaded. "My parents will kill me if I don't get at least a 'C'! And I'm so close. I'll do better next time, I swear!"

A 'C' was, of course, the passing grade. The eleven year old was 2 points short of that threshold. I had met his parents on a couple of occasions, and they struck as a pair of cold and indifferent socialites, that I couldn't imagine cared much about their kid's grades. As long as he was passing, of course. They were paying top dollar to keep him at this prestigious school, and they would very much like for it to remain so. I could only picture the embarrassment at cocktail parties if their son was expelled. At the rate his grades were plummeting, it was only a matter of time before that happened.

"That's great. If you do better next time, then you'll receive a better grade." I said, barely able to contain the schadenfreude from being expressed in my tone.

"Please Sir. I'll never talk in class ever again. I'll be the perfect student." Thomas said in between sniffles, breaking eye contact and looking down at his feet, with tears running down his cheeks. He never looked more attractive.

My eyes scanned down his body, which was obstructed just below where his shorts ended by the outer edge of my desk. "Well, I guess it is easy enough changing that '3' into an '8'" I said, my heart pounding at what I was about to do.

"Really?" The boy's face brightened. "Thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet." I smiled. "I said it was doable, not that I was going to do it."

"Please, please, please Mr. Davis, I'll do anything."

I so sincerely hoped. "Hmmm," I said in a pretense of contemplation, "I've always wondered what you spoiled brats looked like under those shorts." I said, my eyes locking in on his crotch for a moment, before moving back up to his face, while trying my best not to show any reluctance, for I knew he was the kind who would pounce on any weakness. "So what do you say you satisfy my curiosity, and I'll take care of your grade for you?"

Thomas' eyes widened. "Wha… What?"

I remained silent, my gaze unbroken.

Thomas looked around. Students could be heard talking as they passed the closed door to my office. Others walked past the windows a few yards behind his back. "What if someone comes in?"

I felt a profound sense of relief, knowing that a disaster was averted. "You better do it quick, then."

Thomas swallowed, then stood there, unmoving, for several seconds, before his hands shakily made their way to the button at the front of his shorts. He unhooked it, then he pulled down his zipper. The white fabric of his white boxers shone through. Thomas' uneven hands moved to the waistband. He looked at the door one more time, before pulling down the front of his boxers with two thumbs. His flaccid penis turtled onto itself, with the circumcised head barely sticking out of his completely hairless crotch.

Beneath, a tight and wrinkled ballsac hugged his body, showing no signs of the early stages of puberty that some kids his age would be going through. He kept his stance for five or so seconds, before figuring I had seen enough, quickly letting go and buttoning back up.

"I didn't think it would be so tiny." I said in a mocking tone to the boy who avoided eye contact. "But I guess a deal is a deal." I continued, reaching in with pen in hand and changing the number at the top of the paper from '73' to '78'.

"Thank you." Thomas said in a small voice, as he grabbed the paper and began walking toward the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

He stopped, but kept his back turned to me.

"Don't hesitate to stop by if you need any more favors."

***

For the two next weeks, Thomas was a changed man. At least during math class. Having talked to the other teachers, I knew that he was his same old self during the rest of the school day. Not in math class, however. In math class, he was as quiet and respectful as could be. In fact, I overheard his best friend, David, making fun of him for being 'teacher's pet' yesterday as I was leaving the classroom. I liked that. Unfortunately, my pet had been a perfectly adequate student since the incident, paying attention in class, and getting all of his homework done.

I was stuck in a cycle of multiple daily masturbation sessions, constantly fantasizing about our little encounter, and the future encounters I desperately hoped for. It was unacceptable.

I waited two more weeks, filled with hope that another opportunity would present itself now that the next round of exams had just concluded. Driving back home, with the pile of papers sitting next to me on the passenger's seat, I felt an absurd excitement to get home and begin the grading process. Thomas' paper was the first to be graded, of course. Nearing the end of the exam, I had become completely deflated. Nitpick as I might, there weren't enough mistakes to drop his score below 75. I was furious, trying to think of what could be done to remedy the situation. The answers were written with a pencil… They could be changed. No, that was too risky. There was nothing to be done. The bastard had beaten me. That brief peak was all I was going to get. I tossed the paper aside, and turned the TV on. I was in no mood to grade the rest of the papers that night. I would get to it the next day. Or on Sunday.

My spoiled mood persisted throughout Saturday, and I was feeling even worse on Sunday, as I dragged myself to my workspace to get the chore out of the way. With every exam graded, I felt increasingly annoyed. Until I reached David's. It took me only a few questions before I noticed the pattern. Thrilled by my discovery, I eagerly dove to the pile of graded exams and began shuffling through them, looking for Thomas'.

With both exams in front of me, I began to compare them, feeling more and more elated with every question. They had cheated off one another. They tried to make it subtle. They didn't copy everything. But they copied enough, including a couple of shared mistakes that could not be explained through coincidence. I finished grading the rest of the papers, and went about the rest of my day, unable to focus on anything but what lay ahead.

The night came, and I tossed and turned for hours, examining the possible paths I could take. David's involvement in this latest indiscretion complicated matters. The normal way I would have done this would have been to confront both children together, before contacting their parents. That wasn't going to happen. I could talk to the boys separately, have my fun with Thomas, while simply giving David a warning. That carried some risk, but more importantly, it was a missed opportunity for double the fun. I would talk to both of them together, I decided. I would take advantage of both boys. I drifted into sleep after masturbating for the third time that day. My dreams were diverse. Some were of the imminent good times that awaited, while others of my eventual arrest and public shaming. The latter would not prove sufficient to deter the former.

***

"Jennifer." I called out. The young girl got up, and I handed her the last graded exam. "Okay. If you haven't received your exam back, please come to my office after class." My eyes drifted to Thomas, who looked positively petrified. That's right, I knew. I smiled.

***

"Just one moment." I said with a raised finger to the boys who stood awkwardly in front of my desk. I could see both of them fidgeting nervously, encouraging me to take my time. Which I did, for several minutes, while annotating the notes for my next lesson.

"Please, sit down." I extended my arm toward the chairs as I placed my notebook down with the other.

"I think you know what this is about."

"No. Did we do something wrong?" David asked with nauseating innocence.

I gave him a stern look, and was happy to see him subtly cower into his seat. Unlike Thomas, who was short and plump, David was tall and thin. He too, had been a subject of my fantasies, with his bright blond hair, cut short in the military style, and his pistachio colored eyes. He was also more mature and serious than Thomas, which resulted in him being a fairly good student. Between the two, I had no doubt it was Thomas who was the main beneficiary of the cheating.

I pulled out both of their exams from a small drawer to my side, turned them around, and then placed them on the desk. I pointed with a pen to a number of questions that I had circled. "You see, gentlemen, looking at these questions, I can't help but conclude that one of you copied the answers. Including at least two mistakes." I pointed to the mistakes in question. "Three if you count the one where Thomas copied 'cos' as 'can'." I smiled at Thomas. "Which I can't blame you for. That handwriting is terrible."

"It's just a coincidence." David countered, his voice shaking despite his best efforts.

"That may be so. I will, of course, have to forward it to the principle. And she will determine whether academic dishonesty was afoot." I shook my head. "I sure hope not. You know our zero tolerance policy toward academic dishonesty."

Both boys looked down in silence.

"Well?" I raised my voice.

"Can we work something out?" Thomas said, looking at me with tearful eyes.

He was a quick learner. Saved me a lot of trouble by jumping straight to the point.

"I don't know." I replied softly as if disappointed. "I just don't know."

My noncommittal demeanor was still a glimmer of hope, and that's all David needed to start crying. "I didn't do anything. He cheated off me."

Thomas' betrayed look was priceless.

"That doesn't matter. You let him cheat. You're equally guilty."

Thomas remained silent, his dread visible, not because he feared I would tell on him, but because he knew I wouldn't.

"But, I wouldn't want to damage the prospects of two young men with a bright future." I paused, letting the moment linger. "Perhaps we can, indeed, work something out."

The sniffling stopped, and David looked at me in anticipation, while his friend kept his eyes on the floor.

"I'm afraid it's too long a conversation and both of you have classes to attend to." I said looking at my watch. "I'm working late tonight. Why don't you stop by my office after, and we'll discuss how to proceed?"

"Yes, of course!" David said, nearly free of any signs that he had been crying.

Thomas remained silent.

"Thomas?" I said.

"Yes, Mr. Davis. We'll be there."

***

I heard a knock on my half-open door fewer than ten minutes after the bell rang. I hadn't expected them so soon, having to let their parents know about the change of plans.

"Please, come in." I waved the boys in. "Shut the door behind you."

With the school day having just barely ended, plenty of students still walked about in the hallways. It would take some time for the hallways to clear out, but I didn't expect any interruptions. The bigger risk was the windows behind the pair, which faced the athletic facilities. There would be students using the walkway just outside of those windows, and many others participating in the various athletic activities in the distance, for several more hours. Had I been certain that I would not be interrupted, I would've closed the blinds. But there were no guarantees. A teacher might notice the light under the door, and decide to pay me a visit. Our meeting would look far less suspicious with the blinds open.

I looked at the boys, who sat quietly waiting for me to speak. "Before we discuss your remediation, I am curious, what did you tell your parents?"

"That we were going to study in the library." David immediately answered.

That excuse was good in some ways, as it left me out of it. But it also presented a new risk, since there was a conflict in their claimed whereabouts, and their actual. Questions would be raised if their parents tried to verify their story.

"I see. Well, let us get to the subject at hand." I began. "Thomas' misconduct doesn't surprise me. But you, David, I'm surprised at you. You've always been an excellent student."

David bowed his head in a show of shame. "I made a mistake, sir."

"Yes, you did." I sighed. "But we all make mistakes. And since your mistakes are rarely made, I find myself more prone to forgiveness." I paused, noting the relaxing of David's facial muscles. I turned to Thomas. "You, however, make mistakes for a living." I turned away from the silent boy back to his friend. "You really shouldn't let him drag you down with him."

David briefly glanced at Thomas, then back at me. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

"Just last month," I continued, "Thomas found himself in the same position." I paused, seeing Thomas tense. "But I got to give it to him. He found a way to make up for it. Tell him what you did, Thomas."

The boy looked at me pleadingly.

"Come on, don't be shy. That's why you're here, isn't it? To make up for your new mistake."

David looked at Thomas, visibly curious as to what I was referring to.

"You made me do it."

"That's not true. You said you would do anything, and I told you what I wanted. Then you did it."

"What did you do?" David asked with a tone of unease.

Thomas began crying. "I… I showed him my dick."

Silence fell on the room, aside from Thomas' quiet sobs and sniffles.

After a few moments had passed, David finally spoke. "So, if I show you mine, you'll forget about this whole thing?"

I couldn't help but smile widely, glad for his apparent willingness to cooperate. "That would be a good start. But considering the seriousness of your offense, you're going to have to do a little more than that. I have to go home satisfied that I was paid fairly." I turned to Thomas, "This applies doubly for you, given how desperately your need is for a life lesson."

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Thomas sobbed.

"I suggest you show more respect, if you hope for any kind of leniency."

"So… Sorry."

"As you know, people can see into this office. That necessitates a degree of discretion. Do keep that in mind as you do what I tell you." I looked at David, "Have you ever seen your friend's privates before?"

David shook his head, and mouthed the word 'No'.

"Okay, while remaining in your seat, unbutton your shorts and pull them half way down your knees, so we can look at your penis." I told Thomas.

Still crying, but hesitating for no more than a few seconds, the boy reached down, unbuttoned his shorts, lifted his butt up an inch, and pulled the shorts down a few inches. Sitting, his dick looked even smaller, crunched up into the smooth ballsac underneath.

"Keep them down until I tell you." I said as I leaned in to take a closer look.

"Look at that teeny little thing." I said to David, who was staring at his friend's exposed mid-section. "Don't tell me yours is that pathetic."

"No." David said, looking at Thomas apologetically. "Mine is bigger."

I leaned back in my chair. "Maybe we're judging him too hastily. Maybe Tiny Tommy over here is more of a grower. Go ahead and play with it, let us see what it looks like when it's hard."

"Please Mr. Davis, please let me go."

I stared at him silently for a few seconds. "Who's stopping you? You can walk out on our deal any time you want." I waited, and neither boy moved. "So you don't want to go? Good. Now stop crying like a little girl, and do what you're told."

Thomas did not stop crying, but he reached for his genitals as instructed.

"No, I said stop crying first, then you can do that." I instructed gruffly. "Just take a deep breath. Just like that." I breathed in. "Hold it. Good, now breathe out. Good, good. Let's go again, breathe in, hold, and then breathe out." I repeated the process, and watched my student copy me about a dozen times. "Better. Now wipe your tears. Then you can play with your cocklet."

Thomas grabbed the small nob and began rubbing it, as David and I watched. He pulled and rubbed for a couple of minutes, but the half-incher remained in its original state.

"It's not working." Thomas said, his voice again cracking as if on the verge of renewed tears.

"Maybe you can help him out." I turned to David with a smile. "Get him hard, and consider yourself forgiven."

Thomas stopped his manipulation and sunk back into the chair, clearly unsettled by the prospect of his friend fondling his privates. But he did not bother make any more pleas.

"So if I get it hard, that's it, we're even?" David stuttered.

"Yes, but first grab a book from your backpack and open it between you two. Make it look like you're showing him something in the book, for anyone who happens to look inside.

David grabbed a large biology book, moved his chair to touch his partner's, and then placed the book between them, each half on a different boy's leg. He reached with his arm, but hesitated once he saw the look on his friend's face.

"It's not a big deal. Let's get this over with." David said, before continuing his journey toward Thomas's crotch. He grabbed the short protrusion with a finger on each side, pressing down against the pad of fat to reveal a bit of shaft, and he began stroking.

"I see you have some experience. Do you play with yours?"

"Yes." The boy answered quietly without looking at me.

The attempt lasted for another minute, before David began to lose his temper. "Come on, make it hard. I want to get out of here." He snapped.

"I can't control it!" Thomas protested.

"That's disappointing." I lied. "I guess you'll have to stick around for a while longer." I adjusted the erection in my pants, then I stood up. "You told your parents you'd be at the library, right? Well, pull your pants up and let's move our date to the library."

***

The library had far more students that I had anticipated. In hind sight, I should have expected it, as we were in the middle of an examination period. Nevertheless, I talked to the boys about math, for the benefit of any eavesdroppers, as I led them to as private a corner as I could find. I looked at David and pointed to the seat at the end of one of the large tables, which could accommodate a dozen or more students, then I pointed to Thomas to take the seat next to his friend. I sat down next to Thomas, and pulled my seat close enough for our legs to touch. A wave of excitement rippled through me. I had never been this close to the boy before. But I had to be careful, as two other students sat studying at the table's far end. I moved away an inch.

"I want both of you to take out your math textbooks and open them in front of you. We'll pretend that I'm helping you study." I whispered.

"For how long do we have to do this?" Thomas whispered back as he pulled his textbook out of his backpack. He flinched when he felt my hand on his bare knee.

"Shhh. Act naturally." I said, moving my thumb around his knee in wide circles. "You can't jump each time I touch you." I leaned a bit forward to make sure the other students' view is blocked, then I slid my hand up his thigh, under the shorts, and along the outer edge on my way up, curving inward on the return journey. All of his muscles were tense, but it made no difference to the warmth and softness of his child's skin. I was ecstatic, and I let out an inadvertently audible exhalation in my ecstasy.

"For how long?" Thomas repeated in a low, but whiny, voice.

"Until I'm satisfied." I replied, my hand going up as far as it could, pushing his underwear back to his hips as it felt the silky flesh underneath. "You have to get going at a reasonable hour, so it won't be that bad." I tried to comfort. "What's important is that you, both of you, do everything you're told. You don't whine, you don't cry, and you don't get us caught. After that, you'll go home, graded exam in hand, and live happily ever after." I pulled my hand out. "Do we understand each other?"

"Yes." They both answered at the same time.

I ran my pen across the open textbook's page, as if explaining things to the students.

"Feeling your soft, girly legs got me all worked up." I said softly, grabbing the boy's hand under the table.

I felt around both sides with my thumb before dragging it toward my crotch. I sensed a slight resistance, so I squeezed his hand in warning. The resistance seized, and I placed his palm on my engorged bulge. "Feel how hard you're making me?" I continued, moving the small hand up and down the outline of my erection.

Thomas didn't answer.

I looked at David, whose head faced the textbook, but with eyes titled downward toward the gap between our bodies and the table, watching the action.

"How about you? Are you hard?"

David's eyes sprung away from the action and back on the textbook, and I saw a mixture of surprise and embarrassment in his expression.

"Yeah," he said so quietly, that it almost sounded like a breath.

"Take his other hand and let him feel it."

David looked at Thomas, whose teary eyes remained fixed on the book in front of him, before taking the boy's hand and dragging it to his crotch.

"Can you feel his boner?" I asked the boy, who had one palm stroking my pants, while the back of the other pressed against his friend's privates.

He nodded.

I let go of his hand, and I saw David do the same.

"Time for me to do some exploration of my own." I said, and immediately saw Thomas bringing his legs together, in instinctual defense.

I grabbed his knee and spread them back apart, before sliding up over his shorts until I reached his crotch. I pressed the back my fingers into the squishy bulge of his testicles. I looked up at the boy and saw that his face was blood red. I feared that he would, once again, start crying. I hoped he wouldn't, because I had no intention of stopping. My fingers felt their way up until they found the zipper. They pulled it down. I leaned closer to the textbook and continued my pretense, as my other hand dove into the first opening, then the next one just below. I stilled my hand, letting the warmth of his undeveloped genitals wash over it.

Then my fingers began carefully studying the details of the boy's small package. Thomas' face remained red, but his eyes no longer teared up. He just emptily stared at his textbook, while my fingers stroked the small dome, feeling the dip of his urethra, and gently fondled each testicle, making a game out their slips and slides.

"Play with yourself." I told David, who seemed unable to take his eyes off of what was happening.

The hand on his far side immediately reached for his crotch, and he began rubbing with two fingers over his shorts.

"I think he likes watching me molest you." I whispered to Thomas, loud enough for the other boy to hear, as my fingers continued their analysis.

Neither boy said anything.

After a few minutes of fondling, I pulled my hand out of Thomas' underwear, and saw him exhale in relief, thinking I was done. I wasn't. With two fingers, I spread the flap of his boxers open, then I pushed it down to the side of his testicles. I cupped the entire package and pulled it out through the short's open fly. Thomas quickly reached with his hand to cover his exposed privates. I slapped it away.

"Keep both hands on the table."

"Someone will see!" he whined through clinched teeth.

"Don't make a scene and no one will notice."

Thomas kept both hands on the table, but he scooted forward until his stomach bumped against the edge of the table.

"No. Move your chair and lean back so we can look at it. Besides, the way you're sitting looks unnatural."

"Please! Why are you doing this?" Thomas begged.

I smiled.

"Because you deserve it. Come on, you've come this far, now do as you're told."

With an exasperated expression, Thomas pushed the chair back with feet on the floor, leaning back as instructed.

Both David and I looked down on Thomas' exposed privates. The smooth testicles shone in reflection of the ceiling lights above us, and the glans stuck out of the wrinkles of the buried shaft at the top. I reached in and placed my finger on the pink head, pushing it in until I felt the boy's body tense in discomfort. I let go, and I watched it slowly unfurl the wrinkled skin of the shaft on its return trip to its previous position.

I shifted in my seat and felt the moisture of pre-ejaculate streaking my thigh. David, who had stopped playing with himself a few minutes ago, was back at it. Without being told, I noted proudly. I looked around and saw that the library had emptied somewhat in the half an hour or so since our arrival. One of the students sharing our table had already left. I didn't even notice her leave. The other remained, but he sat opposite to us on the far end of the table.

"Show it to me." I told David.

The boy's self-fondling stopped, and he froze for a moment, looking at me. Then he took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. Thomas' head turned to watch, as David fished his circumcised three incher out of the fly.

"See, Tommy? That's a proper dick." I said of the perfectly unexceptional child's penis.

Thomas looked away and back in the direction of his textbook.

"Have you achieved climax before?" I asked David.

He looked confused, before the look of realization painted his face.

"You mean, like, an orgasm?"

I nodded. He nodded back. I considered asking him if it was still dry, but given the lack of any visible development, I figured that was likely.

"Do you want to see mine?"

"Okay." David replied, with a subtle shrug.

Like the other participants, I pulled down my zipper and I stuck my fully aroused, seven inch rod, out of the fly. Even in the dark under the table, the glans visibly glistened. David stared with his eyes wide, while Thomas looked down at it with his arms pressed against the table with such intensity, that I feared he was ready to jump up from his chair and sprint out of the room, with his balls framed for all to see. I couldn't help myself, thrusting forward to bump my dick against the side of his shorts.

Thomas jumped out of his chair, before remembering the state of his crotch, and immediately sitting back down. He pretended to having been adjusting his seat, before bowing his head in the general direction of his book, with his hands clutching the edges of his shorts under the table. A couple of people looked up in response to the sudden movement, but they quickly returned to their tasks once they didn't notice anything of interest.

For a moment, I saw an amused smile on David's face. But he took control of it, going back to his previous stoic expression. Looking down at Thomas' shorts, I could see the round spot of moisture that I had gifted. I thrusted forward once more, pressing my glans against the bare skin of his knee. His hands clutched harder, but he didn't otherwise move. I slid the head up the knee and onto his clinched hand. He immediately released and brought both hands back up on the table. I rubbed my dick up his thigh, pushing the fabric of his shorts and leaving a wet streak. David's penis was still sticking, erect, out of his fly.

"I think you two have about earned your penance. What do you say we both have an orgasm, then call it a day?" I asked David.

"At the same time?"

"That's a splendid idea. But I'm about a hair away from release. Why don't you start? Let me know when you're near completion."

David began stroking with a thumb and two fingers, and I reached toward Thomas' genitals and palmed them. I gently squeezed and began massaging and softly pulling on them. David watched and masturbated like one would while leafing through a porno magazine.

"You're almost done, Tiny Tommy." I whispered as I squeezed and pulled. "What a fun toy you turned out to be."

My other hand began stroking my shaft, unable to wait any longer.

"Did you have fun today, David?"

The boy was stroking furiously under the table and it took him several seconds to answer, "I'm getting close."

I grabbed Thomas' leg and pulled him toward me. With my dick pointing toward his genitals, and my arm roughly grabbing his delicate thigh and keeping him in place, I began stroking in earnest. Thomas clutched the sides of his book with enough force that I heard the pages start to tear.

David's face tightened, and he let out a muffled groan. I was wrong, because a single clear streak of liquid launched from in between his stroking fingers and landed on the floor. He stroked for a few more seconds, and I could see more moisture shining at the tip. I came as I looked at his red, softening penis that still protruded through the flap.

"Eeeeeeek!" Thomas let out through tightly clinched teeth, trying to get up, but being kept in place with the hand gripping his thigh, as I shot wads and wads of my ejaculate onto his privates and all over the legs of his shorts.

"Stay still." I said, my hand still squeezing his leg.

I reached with my other hand, which was covered in cum, and I wiped it on the front of his shirt, around his sides and stomach. Then I reached down and hooked my finger to the side of both flaps, and I pulled them over, covering his drenched package. I pulled the zipper up, then I grabbed his crotch, feeling the fabric slip against the squishiness below. I let go of his leg, and he immediately reached for the spot I had been grabbing, rubbing and massaging for a few seconds, before stopping to look at his messed shorts.

Thomas mouth opened, as if about to say something, before closing again.

"You can put that away." I told David, putting my own instrument back in its case.

Then I reached into my pocket and pulled a ball of tissues out. I tossed it at Thomas' crotch.

"I suggest you clean up."

After collecting my breath, I pulled both boys' exams out of my briefcase, as I watched Thomas dabbing at the drying white streaks, with a look of disgust on his face. I placed the papers on the table in front of the boys, then I got up.

"Well, boys, I wish you a pleasant evening, and I'll be seeing you tomorrow." I said, with a smile and a brief bow, then I turned and began making my way out.

The End