The moment they stepped into the school, the cacophony of voices grew louder, and Subhash's eyes widened. The hallways were a blur of naked bodies, all of them engaged in various sexual acts. Some were quick and furtive, while others were more leisurely, almost as if they were savoring every moment. His heart raced as he took in the scene before him, his cock giving an involuntary twitch of anticipation.
Their classroom was no exception. The desks had been pushed aside, and the boys were arranged in a circle, their young, firm bodies entwined in a tangled web of limbs and erections. Subhash's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his cheeks flushing a deep red. This was nothing like the school he had known before, and yet there was something undeniably arousing about the openness and acceptance of sexuality here.
The math teacher, Mr. Sharma, strode in, his wheatish complexion glowing with exertion. He was a hunk, with an 8-inch cock that was as thick and dark as the night. His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Subhash, standing awkwardly by the door, a knowing smile curled his lips. "Ah, Subhash," he said, his voice a rich, velvety baritone, "You're looking a little lost."
Subhash felt his cock twitch again at the sound of Mr. Sharma's voice. He had always had a bit of a crush on the teacher, with his muscular chest and broad shoulders, and the way his cock bobbed with every step he took was incredibly distracting. "I-I don't know where to sit," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room.
Mr. Sharma's smile grew wider. "Why don't you come up here?" He gestured to the empty space in the circle. "I have something that will help you feel right at home."
Subhash swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew what Mr. Sharma was offering, and part of him was terrified, but another part was eager to find out what it felt like. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his cock standing tall and proud before him. The other boys watched him with hungry eyes, licking their lips in anticipation.
Mr. Sharma leaned down, his hand wrapping around the base of Subhash's erection. "Let me show you how it's done," he whispered, his breath hot against Subhash's ear. He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Subhash's. With a swift, practiced movement, he took Subhash's cock into his mouth, and the world around them disappeared.
Subhash gasped as the warm, wet cavern of Mr. Sharma's mouth closed around him, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt the teacher's tongue swirl around the head of his cock, tasting him, exploring him. The pleasure was intense, and he had to grip the edge of the desk to keep from collapsing. The other boys in the class watched, some stroking themselves, others leaning in closer to see if they could get a better view of the action.
Mr. Sharma's head bobbed up and down, his hand working the base of Subhash's cock in time with his mouth. Subhash felt the tension building, his toes curling, his thighs quivering. He had never been so close to cumming in public before, and the thought of doing so with his teacher's mouth on him was almost too much to bear.
The room grew hazy as Subhash's orgasm built, his vision swimming with pleasure. He could feel Mr. Sharma's throat contracting around him, swallowing every drop of his cum. It was a feeling of complete and utter surrender, and it was intoxicating.
When Mr. Sharma finally pulled back, Subhash's knees were shaking, and he had to lean heavily against the desk to stay upright. The teacher stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own cock now fully erect. "Welcome to the new normal, Subhash," he said with a grin.
Subhash looked around the room, the other boys smiling and nodding in approval. He felt a strange sense of belonging, despite his initial shock. His eyes locked with Mr. Sharma's, and he knew what was expected of him. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to the teacher, his hand tentatively reaching out to wrap around the man's thick, dark shaft.
Mr. Sharma's cock was hot and heavy in Subhash's hand, and he couldn't help but marvel at the size and girth of it. He leaned in, his heart racing, and took the tip into his mouth, tasting the faint saltiness of precum. The classroom was silent, all eyes on him, and the weight of their collective gaze spurred him on. He took more of Mr. Sharma in, his cheeks hollowing as he began to suck in earnest.
The teacher's hand found its way to the back of his head, guiding him, urging him deeper. Subhash moaned around the cock, the sound vibrating along the length of it and making Mr. Sharma's eyes roll back in his head. He had never done this before, but it felt natural, as if his body had been made for this very purpose. The muscles in his cheeks worked in time with his bobbing head, and he could feel Mr. Sharma's cock growing harder with every pass of his tongue.
The class watched with bated breath, some jerking off as they saw their teacher's pleasure, others whispering to each other about Subhash's skills. He felt a strange thrill at being the center of attention, his own cock pulsing with every stroke of his hand. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sucking and heavy breathing, and Subhash knew he was getting closer to making Mr. Sharma cum.
Mr. Sharma's grip tightened in his hair, and his hips began to thrust slightly, fucking Subhash's mouth with a gentle rhythm. Subhash took it as a sign that he was doing well, and he redoubled his efforts, taking the cock even deeper. He felt the head hit the back of his throat, the taste of the teacher's impending orgasm making his own cock throb with need.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Mr. Sharma came, his cum spurting into Subhash's eager mouth. Subhash swallowed it all, feeling a strange sense of pride at pleasing his teacher so completely. Mr. Sharma leaned against the desk, panting, his hand still in Subhash's hair. "Very good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Subhash's spine.
The class erupted into applause, and Subhash felt his face flush with pride and arousal. He looked up at Mr. Sharma, who smiled down at him, his cock still semi-erect. "Now that we're all warmed up," he said, "let's get to the lesson."
Subhash stepped back, his cock still hard and aching. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long, strange, and utterly erotic day at school, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect. He took his place in the circle, his mind racing with what might happen next.
The lesson began, but it was hard to focus on algebra with the smell of sex still heavy in the air. Every time he looked at Mr. Sharma, he remembered the feel of the man's cock in his mouth, the way it had filled him up. He found his own hand drifting down to his crotch, stroking himself lightly as he tried to listen to the lesson.
The other boys around him were equally distracted, their hands moving in their laps as they tried to keep their arousal in check. It was clear that this was a school where education and sexual exploration went hand in hand, and Subhash was eager to learn all he could.
The bell eventually rang, signaling the end of class, and Subhash felt a mix of relief and disappointment. He didn't want to leave the warm, welcoming cocoon of Mr. Sharma's presence, but he knew there were more experiences waiting for him. The day had just begun, and he was ready to see where it would lead him.
