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  He nearly tripped down the back stairs to the second floor, and only remembered to slow his steps when he saw the upstairs maid. He went into his grandmother's bedroom and was relieved to find that she wasn't there. He found her lavender bath oil and headed back up to the classroom as fast as his legs could take him. He was out of breath when he locked the classroom door again.

  Immediately, William was on him, pressing him against the closed door. “I thought you'd changed your mind,” he purred in Percy's ear, one hand pinning both of the younger man's above his head.

  Percy stared into William's eyes, gripping the small bottle of oil in his restrained hands. “No, I haven't changed my mind,” he said breathlessly. His cock ached in his torn trousers. “I brought the oil,” he said, hoping it would please the other man.

  "Good,” William replied, rocking against him. “Because I can't wait much longer. Feel how much I need you, Percy."

  Percy nodded. “I can feel it. I want your cock. Please, whatever you have to do.” He didn't know what was involved, but he was sure he was about to find out.

  William released Percy's hands and stepped back. He took the oil and said, “Get those pants off and bend over the desk.” His voice was a low growl.

  Percy only took a few moments to strip. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his velvet britches. The linen shirt ended up on the floor again and he stood there in his stockings before bending over again. He rested his cheek on the smooth mahogany. “Like this?” he asked, glancing back at William.

  "Perfect,” William said, standing behind him. “Spread your legs, boy. Tell me what you want."

  Percy shifted his feet apart. He felt so completely helpless, so exposed. He arched his back, breathing fast. “I ... I want you to fuck me."

  William opened the bottle of oil and coated his fingers. “I'm going to take you, Percy. Very soon.” He ran his slick fingers down Percy's cleft. Then he slipped one finger inside him.

  Percy shivered. The feeling of being breached was different, not unpleasant, but not what he'd expected. He licked his lips, stretching his arms across the desk. William moved one finger in and out of Percy gently, one hand on his back to steady him. “Just relax and you'll be ready all the faster,” the older man advised.

  Percy took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to do as he was told. He concentrated on relaxing, especially where William's fingers slid inside his body. He bore down instinctively with a quiet hum. It felt less strange by the moment, and he could begin to see that it would be nice. He still couldn't imagine how William's enormous cock was going to fit, but he trusted him.

  After William had eased three of his fingers inside Percy, he began to twist them around as if seeking something. Percy yelped aloud, his hips bucking. “Ohhh, I, please ... again,” he stuttered. A shock of pleasure shot through his body for a moment and his cock twitched.

  With a smile, William touched the same place again, watching Percy closely. “I see your studies were not that extensive,” he said.

  Percy moaned. “There isn't an abundance of literature on the mechanics,” he panted. The jolt went through him again like lightning, and his body jerked uncontrollably.

  William smirked. “I suppose not,” he agreed. He continued to fuck Percy with three fingers, deliberately hitting that spot. “I think you're going to enjoy this quite a bit."

  Percy could feel his body adjusting to William's fingers, and every time it seemed, he hit that one spot that stole Percy's breath away. His legs trembled. “Dear God, please, take me,” he begged piteously.

  William withdrew his fingers and used the oil again, this time on his rock hard cock. He pressed the head against Percy's body but didn't enter just yet. He ran his hands down the younger man's back before gripping his hips. “Relax,” he reminded him, then started to push in.

  Percy shook. He tried to relax, but it was nearly impossible. He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to control his body. He was already so hard, he thought it would take almost nothing to put him over the top. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, and tried to think of anything that might be tedious or ugly, just to slow down the rapid pace of his pulse, but his mind kept returning to the fact that he was naked, bent over the desk in his own classroom, about to lose his virginity to the handsomest man he'd ever laid eyes on.

  William's breath sped up as he entered Percy. He caressed his back as he moved slowly, impaling the younger man on his stiff cock. He moaned and his voice was tight with strain as he said, “You're doing well, Percy, feel me inside you..."

  Percy certainly did feel it. He had difficulty feeling anything else. His entire world narrowed to a very tiny part of his body, being filled and stretched with another man's cock. He whimpered. He felt completely pinned, completely submissive to the larger man.

  "Do you like being fucked?” William panted. “Like my cock in you?"

  "Oh yes,” he murmured, still gasping for breath. “It ... it feels like you're splitting me apart.” The weakness seeping through his limbs was delicious and he knew he would succumb to it any moment.

  "You feel so good,” William moaned. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Percy's cock, stroking it, and pounded faster.

  When the other man touched his aching cock, Percy could only let go. He cried out, shaking violently, trusting to the desk beneath him and the man behind him utterly for support. He pulsed over William's fingers, nearly blacking out. William continued to slam into Percy, rasping his name as he started to climax. He stilled as he released inside him.

  Percy felt like his upper body was fused to the solid desk beneath him. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, smiling. “Mmm,” he purred. He opened his eyes slowly, glancing back as much as he could without moving.

  William moaned as he pulled out, running his fingers down Percy's back. “Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely.

  Percy nodded. He was sore, but in a lovely way. He pushed himself up on his hands. “Yes. I'm fine,” he said quietly. For once he didn't have anything clever to say. He stretched out his back with a shuddering breath.

  William smiled and pulled Percy into his arms once more, kissing him softly. Percy sighed. He leaned on William, sliding his arms around him. “Mmm,” he hummed into the kiss. He felt completely limp. He wanted to thank the other man, but he didn't want to disengage from his warm, soft lips.

  William pulled Percy back, sitting down in the chair with the younger man on top of him. He kept kissing him all the while.

  Percy enjoyed it immensely. It was quite a lot more interesting than his studies. Finally, though, it was getting late. “We don't want anyone to grow suspicious,” he said.

  "Indeed,” William agreed. “Perhaps you should go, and next time you might be able to concentrate more fully on your books.” He kissed Percy once more before easing him off his lap.

  Percy chuckled as he pulled on his clothing, looking down at himself with displeasure. “Goodness. I shall have to change instantly.” He leaned over William and pecked his cheek. “Until next time,” he said with a smile. And then he slipped out the door again, retreating to his room to make himself more presentable.

  * * * *

  Over the next few weeks, Percy's performance in the classroom improved significantly. He felt as if the distraction was gone, though the attraction was still there. They did still work on traditional subjects, but Percy nearly always ended up naked and bent over the desk at the end of the lesson. He couldn't have been happier. Each time was better than the last.

  After an exam, Percy put down his quill and smiled seductively at William. “I'm finished, Mr. Thatcher,” he purred.

  William was sitting behind the desk, and he motioned for Percy to bring him the paper. “Let's see how well you're absorbing your studies,” he said, eyeing the younger man. “Then perhaps if you did well, I'll give you a much more interesting lesson."

  Percy stood, sauntering over to him with his paper. He placed it before his tutor, putting his hip ag
ainst the desk. He leaned over, smiling coquettishly. “You know I'm always ready for more lessons,” he said in a sultry voice.

  William looked up at him with a smirk. “Your appetite for new knowledge is indeed voracious,” he agreed. He glanced at the paper, nodding approvingly. “See how well you do when you apply yourself,” he said, looking up with hooded eyes. His voice had dropped.

  Percy grinned. “Mmhm, although there are certainly some subjects I excel at, wouldn't you say?” he asked, tilting his head. He loved their banter, the innuendo. He'd grown very fond of William.

  "You do, when the subject catches your interest,” William agreed, pushing his chair back to reveal the large bulge in his trousers.

  Percy's gaze slid down to William's lap. The toying and teasing and build up always thrilled him nearly as much as the culmination of their sexual escapades. “And you always know just what subjects those are,” he purred, stepping around the desk so that he was quite close, their knees bumping.

  "That's why I am the teacher,” William replied. He glanced down at his lap. “Perhaps you would like to learn some, shall we say, oral skills."

  Percy arched one delicate brow. “A new curriculum? You know I'm interested in learning new things, Mr. Thatcher.” He felt a flutter in his stomach. He'd gotten quite good at what they'd been doing, and he was apprehensive about now starting at the beginning again. But he did want to know everything.

  "And I, of course, am only concerned with your education,” William said with a widening smile. “So it is with such selflessness that I offer myself for you to learn upon.” He unfastened his trousers, pulling out his hard length. “The standard position is on your knees."

  Percy nibbled on his bottom lip, gaping at his tutor's beautiful manhood. He sank to his knees in front of him, hands braced on powerful thighs. He gazed up at William's face. “So, I just suck on you?” he asked.

  William nodded. “There are many techniques of course, but that is the general idea. Slowly, gently at first. Watch your teeth.” He looked down at Percy with undisguised need.

  Percy leaned down further. He reached out with his tongue and then let the thick cock slide into his mouth. He moaned, struck by the naughtiness of it. He started to suck, pressing his lips tightly around him. He hoped he was doing it right.

  William groaned encouragingly, head falling back but keeping his eyes on Percy's mouth. “That's it,” he said. “Now use your tongue. Lick it."

  Percy shivered at the instructions. It was simply erotic to hear such things. He licked against William's cock inside his mouth, and as he pulled back, circling around as much of it as he was able before sucking him down again.

  William moaned more deeply, his hand coming up to Percy's head. “Yes, very good, keep it up,” he instructed, panting. “Explore."

  Percy got the general idea, spurred on by William's words. He loved to make the other man crazy. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside of William's cock and licked from base to head.

  "Oooh, yes,” William groaned. “You're very good, boy, put that mouth to good use...” He took a handful of Percy's hair.

  Percy sucked him down as far as he could manage, until William's cock hit the back of his throat. He hummed around him, bobbing his head up and down, trying to wring every utterance, every sound from the man's lips. William's voice got louder and more uncontrolled and he pulled at Percy's hair. “Suck me, boy, yessss.” William gasped finally, and warned, “Going to..."

  Percy felt the salty, viscous fluid hit the back of his throat suddenly, and he nearly gagged just from shock. He managed to swallow, though, and licked William's cock clean before raising his head. “And what grade for that, Mr. Thatcher?” he asked, his voice scratchy.

  William was still panting as he said, “You're a quick study at some subjects,” he said. “Full marks, my lord.” He smiled lazily.

  Percy climbed up into William's lap carefully, and put his arms around his neck. He kissed him sweetly. “Thank you,” he said, gazing into his eyes.

  William kissed him softly. “Thank you,” he replied. His hand slipped up Percy's leg. “I think you need some attention now."

  Percy sucked in a sharp breath. He'd almost forgotten about the throbbing in his own cock. “Is this my reward for a well completed assignment?” he asked.

  "Absolutely,” William grinned. “I firmly believe in positive reinforcement.” His hand traveled higher.

  Percy whimpered, wriggling in William's lap. “Well, can't get much more positive than that,” he breathed. He rested his head on William's broad shoulder. “Please, oh please touch me. I'm on fire for you,” he whispered against his neck.

  William didn't deny him. He deftly unfastened Percy's trousers and pushed them down enough to reach what he wanted. “So hard for me, pretty boy,” he breathed, touching him gently.

  Percy gasped. “Oh yes,” he murmured. “Hard for you. From the moment I saw you.” He shivered at the touch, hips shifting restlessly.

  "Such a naughty young man,” William breathed, stroking Percy firmly now. “Sucking your teacher's cock, begging to be touched..."

  Percy was nearly out of his mind now. He loved the way William spoke to him at times like this. “I am. So, so naughty,” he panted. “Mmm, ohh, Mr. Thatcher, I think ... may I, please, may I come?” he whimpered loudly.

  William just smiled and stroked faster. “Do you think you deserve it, boy?"

  Percy looked into William's eyes, gulping air. “Ohh, yes, please. Did I do well on my oral?” he asked, his voice strained. William had been making him wait until he had permission lately, and while he was getting better, he still only had the control of an eighteen-year-old boy, because that was precisely what he was.

  "You did very well,” William replied. “You can come, as soon as you tell me how much you liked sucking my cock."

  "H-how could I n-not like anything to do with your gorgeous cock?” He couldn't hold his climax at bay a moment longer and he started to come hard over William's fingers, his slim body shaking with the impact of it.

  William stroked him through it, watching Percy's face intently, then kissed him hard.

  Percy felt limp in William's strong embrace. He kissed back, yielding to the larger man. His fingers wound in his hair. The kiss seemed to have nothing to do with sex for a moment, as both were recently satisfied. But the weather had started to turn, and the time was not far distant that Percy would be shipped off to more formal schooling. It went unsaid, but their time together was coming to a close.

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  Chapter Two

  Percy had always dreamed of venturing out into the big wide world, but now his imminent departure was tainted with regret. The time he'd spent with William had been some of the happiest days of his life. Living in aristocratic grandeur was not without its drawbacks. His mother had flung herself from a balcony years ago after living most of her life in deep melancholy. She'd let the staff raise Percy, mainly. His father was all but absent. The servants were skittish and devoted their time to worrying about the ghost that lurked about the castle. Percy had heard stories, but he hadn't actually seen the malevolent specter.

  William had been the closest thing he'd had to a friend, and discovering someone who shared his tastes had made him feel much less like a freak. When the day finally arrived, it was with a heavy heart that he bid William a final goodbye. The young tutor already had another assignment, and Percy had done what he could to make sure he had a glowing recommendation to the new family he would serve. It was all he could do for his first lover.

  Less than a week later he arrived at the ivory tower outside of London. He had insisted on living in the dormitories, rather than occupying his father's townhouse. There were others at school of aristocratic birth, and he intended to break free of the isolation of his upbringing. He didn't expect to find any other men who shared his peculiarities, but a small part of him still hoped.

  It was on the occasion of his very fir
st lecture that he caught the eye of his professor in a theater full of nearly a hundred young men. The man was older than William, though his hair was similarly dark. His face was leaner and, though he wasn't as tall, he was far more intimidating. Percy had taken a seat in the very front row, choosing to stand out rather than blend in, as was his nature. He was dressed in his usual attire, a suit befitting his station, at the height of the current fashion, and of a particularly appealing shade of deep indigo blue. Quill and ink at the ready, he took his seat and crossed his legs, looking quite like he owned the entire school.

  The professor surveyed the room slowly as he stood before the class. “Many of you will doubtless come to hate me soon,” he said by way of blunt greeting. “For this will be your most difficult class."

  Percy's lips twitched slightly. He had always excelled at mathematical theory. He had really no awareness that children of aristocrats had a reputation for being slovenly and dull-witted. Yes, he was spoiled, but his studies had been an escape from tedium for most of his life, and he had a quick mind as well as a quick tongue. While he wasn't daunted by the professor's words, he did find him darkly attractive.

  The professor walked to the blackboard, flipping to the other side to reveal that it was covered with equations, all written in a precise, cramped script. He paused to let the students gape, then went on. “I don't expect many of you will know what is written on this board,” he smirked. “But you will learn. Or fail.” He paused again, as if for effect, then snapped, “Perhaps you might consider copying this down."

  As the students hastened to comply, he began to lecture, gaze roaming over the students and making eye contact with anyone who dared meet his eyes.

  Percy huffed a quiet laugh and his full lips turned into a smirk. He dipped his quill in the ink pot and started transcribing the equations in a broad, confident hand. He glanced up at the professor occasionally. He understood quite a bit of what he was copying down, but then it was his favorite subject.