Anton and the truth, Arseniy and the lie

      February began a few days ago, which meant the relatively imminent arrival of the long-awaited spring, but no good mood, no joy in life. Outside the window it sweeps so that nothing can be seen beyond the nose. It feels like it’s minus a hundred degrees outside, not minus fifteen. In a word — cold. The gray mass, otherwise referred to as people, scurries around different corners and entrances, wanting to get into warmth and comfort as soon as possible. Students, wrapped up to their eyes in warm scarves, go to school, ostensibly to gain new knowledge, but in reality they just sit all the time in their damn gadgets. Despite the fact that the weather is not to hell, there are very interesting shots dressed in light jackets, jeans with knee-high cuffs and sneakers. They go, listen to modern Russian rap on a column about the size of half a person and immediately lose the last hope for the current generation. Everything’s fucked up, everything.       It was such thoughts that were sitting in Anton’s head, standing at the bus stop and waiting for the fucking bus, which, as usual, got stuck somewhere. There’s still a long half hour before the lessons start, so the guy has to make it if the bus doesn’t stay for an unknown amount of time again. There were at most one and a half people sitting on the bench, which was not surprising at all, in such and such weather. In truth, it was even pleasing. Quiet, calm, the howling of the wind and the snow biting into the face at the speed of light. A fairy tale, not life, though, what kind of weather was expected on Monday, at more than eight in the morning?       As a diligent boy, I got up early, but it was surprising and alarming that the first lesson was the hated physical education, at which the teenager appeared at most once a month and then, because of a good mood. Usually, when physical education was put on at the beginning of the school day, Anton slept sweetly and got up by the second lesson already in a good mood. Today, he was not at all embarrassed by either Monday or a snowstorm, absolutely nothing, he just got up early, ate, got ready and now you can go to school with the words: “The star of the Kremlin and here I am.”       Shastoon is an amazing person from time to time. He put all my notebooks in my backpack, even took all his textbooks, put all shabby office in a pencil case. He even took a sports uniform, which is most often gathering dust somewhere under the table in a bag. There was no good mood, there was no craving for sports either, there were no perfectionist habits, but in honor of what such a gathering is unknown. Although, probably, he just wanted to live the day differently at least once, not like everyone else. He overslept, took one notebook for six lessons, there was no question of textbooks, because his best friend is sitting next to me, who always has everything. A pen and a half-dead pencil since the seventh grade. Here it is, the standard start of the school day, but today everything is different.       The bus arrived in about two or three minutes and, oh Gods, almost empty, which happened once every five years. There were no vile grannies riding from one end to the other just for the hell of it, and there were no screaming children. Is this a dream? Maybe a vision? Maybe the guy died altogether and went to heaven. Everyone would like such a paradise, to tell the truth.       Removing a heavy backpack from his shoulders, the eleventh grader took it in his left hand, holding a small cardboard in his right, called a travel card. Going inside, he immediately felt the warmth that instantly pierced through. His hands tingled slightly, however, as did his cheeks, but after receiving the ticket, the body parts quickly warmed up. Having put the small piece of paper together with the travel card back into the pocket of his black jacket, Shast retreated to a solitary place by the window, wanting to quickly turn on the music in his headphones and sit in the warmth for fifteen minutes, mentally cursing the terrible weather. Sitting down comfortably, the student put a backpack on his lap, taking out Bluetooth headphones from a small pocket. He connected them to the phone, put them in his ears and turned on a song describing the moral state.       The first seven minutes of the trip were great, but on the eighth bus got stuck in traffic, which significantly spoiled the already lame mood. On the machine, Anton began to come up with another excuse for being late, because no one is being led to “stuck in traffic” anymore, even when it’s the pure truth. However, recently few people are interested in the reason for being late, even the best friends. Everyone got so used to the countless lateness of a tall, thin boy that it almost ceased to make any sense to be interested in this at the end of the eleventh grade. Shastoon was even glad of this, but he still came up with excuses, they say, suddenly what. Somehow, thoughts from possible lateness smoothly flowed into thoughts about a very, very sexy math teacher, with whom a good half of the school is in love, including Anton himself. Math was the only lesson in which Shasta’s attendance was even worse than in physical education, but without a single delay.       The teenager looked out of the window, but a crazy imagination instead of beautiful winter landscapes drew a beautiful body of a math teacher in tight trousers, clearly emphasizing the pumped graceful legs and elastic buttocks. The blue shirt, so perfectly suited to the deep blue eyes, was unbuttoned, revealing a view of a pumped-up torso and a strong chest, over which I wanted to run my tongue, licking every millimeter of slightly tanned skin covered with many moles. There is stubble on the face, which gives plus one hundred to brutality, plus one hundred to sexuality and plus one hundred to seduction of teenagers and young teachers. Resin-colored hair beckons to run your hand into them, carefully winding strands on your fingers. Charming eyes, arrogantly looking straight into your soul and ordering you to obey their owner, eyes that lure you into the abyss and drive you crazy from their beauty, from their improbability. And a velvety enveloping voice with a note of hoarseness and roughness sounds in his head, the timbre of which excites from the first phrases and makes me even more crazy.       The student was brought to his senses by a bus that braked sharply and the driver’s dissatisfied exclamations. If he hadn’t braked in time, there would have been an accident, fortunately, everything went well. Rapid breathing and heartbeat, accompanied by a slight increase in pressure and a erection. The boy overdid it with his fantasies, very much. Closing his eyes, the guy began to recover his breath, thinking about something else in order to get rid of the damn erection, causing severe discomfort, resting against the fabric of jeans. There is not enough space, and the penis is not small. It seems that little by little the blood began to disperse back through the body, and not in one causal place, which was pleasing. A female voice announced that the necessary stop would be next, so the boy pulled himself together and, as if nothing had happened, got up from the seat, hanging his backpack on his right shoulder. “If the image of Arseniy Sergeyevich excites me so much, then what happens if I imagine sex with him? Anton, you are a real mushroom. A huge lustful toadstool. He’s your teacher, who is ten years older, is it possible to imagine such a thing with him? When he’s a walking sex, then quite yes. What else is there to do, except at home quietly in the bathroom to masturbate to his pictures?” — Anton was having a discussion with himself in his own head.       The bus stopped at the right place, and Anton left the warm room, voluntarily going towards the raging winter. The cold cuts through to the very bones in a matter of minutes, the cheeks tingle again, the hands warm in the pockets, and the erection seems to have disappeared. At least some plus. Wrapping himself more tightly in a large plaid scarf, hiding a red nose, a seventeen-year-old teenager made his way through a blizzard, trying to see at least something, completely unable to open his eyes completely. Going against the wind is always difficult, but when the wind is icy and plus prickly snow, then stomping somewhere is considered a test worse than Fort Boyard. It feels like there are only bones left instead of a face. And so every winter. Incredibly fucked up.       It was a five-minute fast walk from the bus stop to the school, but in hellish conditions the time increased. Walking through such weather conditions can be equated with grandfather’s stories about how they got to school at one time. Entertaining fairy tales, especially if you don’t listen to them. Anton has heard such stories more than enough, so in old age, provided that he lives and does not die right now, he will also tell his grandchildren how he got to school, embellishing to the point that he almost went through the war. Soon the outlines of a fucking favorite school began to appear on the horizon. For the first time in recent years, Shastoon was so glad to see a second home. A small ladder, a couple of turns and the familiar iron fence enclosing the school grounds are already behind. There were only a few meters left and again it was warm, the noise of children of different ages and teachers near the schedule discussing all sorts of tests, and Popov. A classic of the genre or an ordinary school morning, you can interpret it as you like.       Seconds and the Shastoon appears in the doorway of the temple of knowledge, after passing by the beeping frame of the metal detector. There are too many children on the ground floor with their parents helping their offspring to change clothes. Why was it impossible to leave elementary school at home in such weather? It’s unclear, but fuck them. The eleventh-grader hardly found a piece of a free bench and, fitting on it, began to change clothes. Shoes for sneakers, a jacket for a black robe over a white shirt, neatly lying in the same backpack. Putting the headphones in the case, and the case in his pocket, the guy got to his feet. Putting a hood on his head and a backpack on his shoulders, he moved towards the locker room, holding tightly a bag of outdoor shoes and a jacket. The locker room, fortunately, was a couple of steps away, so after standing in line and safely handing over my things, he got a number with an interesting number and went towards the gym. “At first, a sexy Popov was drawn in my imagination, now a number with the number sixty-nine. A coincidence? I don’t think so. A conspiracy? Perhaps. A hotel? Trivago. Well, we talked…” Smiling at his thoughts, Anton now made his way through the crowds of schoolchildren and, due to his tall stature, tried not to accidentally hit someone. Somewhere in the distance, the outlines of a short guy with glasses and another short guy, but with a ponytail, flaunted. They immediately noticed a stick two meters tall and began to wait for him, being surprised by the sudden coming of Christ at such an early time, and even for physical education. That’s probably why the weather is like this outside. Freed from the clusters of wild juniors, Shast materialized near his friends, putting his hands on their shoulders. — A madhouse in the village, honestly. Ass on the street, ass at school, ass happened while riding on the bus. I’m afraid my ass will suffer today,” — Shastoon caught his breath a little and looked at his friends, trying to understand the reason for their surprised look. — Did my third eye open or is the erection still visible? Why are you looking at me like that? — Today is Monday, the first physical education, you came to it and, moreover, on time. Who are you and where is our moron friend? What did you do to him?! — Dima made a formidable pug, squinting at Anton hiding his laughter and glancing at Seryozha squinting. — Radish, tie up this impostor, we will torture him!       “Radish” was the decisive blow, and Anton burst out laughing. After all, his friends are funny weirdos and could always cheer up from the very bottom of the bottom. Two incredibly stupid comrades soon began to laugh too, realizing the absurdity of the situation. This trio was standing near the entrance to the men’s locker room, still not gathering their thoughts in order to calm down and go to change for the most important subject in life, according to the physical teacher. — Stop laughing already, damn, — Seryozha said through laughter and tears, trying to calm down. — Why are we laughing with some rare bullshit? I knew we were weird, but not that weird. Poz, you’re a radish yourself, and you, Antoshechka, tell me about the erection in more detail, — after Matvienko’s enthusiastic speech, the guys more or less came to their senses. — The Armenian is right, about the erection now in more detail. Did you introduce Popov? — Pozov jokingly asked this, but Shastun took this question as the most serious. — Well, yes. While I was on the bus, I accidentally introduced him and fucked up, — he answered with a stony face and went into the locker room, unaware that a mathematician was standing very close and heard everything. — Hot guy, there’s no arguing. I’m ready to give myself to him right now.       The guys fucked up a lot, especially Dima. The little man jokingly said it turned out to be true. Entering the locker room after Anton, they sat down in front of a friend who was standing with his back to the door. In the locker room itself, fortunately, there were no outsiders, and just calmly told his friends about everything, or so it seemed to him. They knew about his infatuation and reacted to it normally, even decided to build a plan for the seduction of Sergeich. — Tosh, every wall has ears, and her name is Arseniy Sergeevich, — Matvienko looked first at her friend, who turned pale sharply, and then behind his back. A satisfied math teacher stood in the doorway, biting his lip. — Good morning. — Good morning, Seryozhenka. How are you? — Anton heard this painfully pleasant voice from behind and felt his knees tremble, his palms sweat, and his heart stopped, thanks for not ending. Popov watched as Shastoon gradually paled. That was already scared. — Antosh, is it true? — the teacher came almost close to the student, who is in a pre-infarction state and noisily swallowing viscous saliva. The teenager felt hot breath on the back of his head, even through the hood, and the heat of the desired body. — A-arse-eniy Serge-evi-ch… — Anton stuttered and gasped, but Arseny interrupted him. — For you i’m just Ars, — Popov whispered right into Shasta’s ear, pulling off his hood, causing the latter to have a herd of goosebumps all over his body and an instant erection. — So it’s true. Fine. See you after my lesson, Tosh,” he gently ran his fingers over the back of the eleventh—grader unnoticed by others and then left.       Anton either blinked, or just slightly closed his eyelids once since the mathematician left. Pozov and Matvienko silently fucked up from what was happening and looked at the Shastoon, who is paler than a toadstool, overexcited and, apparently, is about to have a heart attack. When the guy staggered, his friends instantly found themselves near Shasta and grabbed him by the arms, not letting him fall, otherwise he might lose consciousness. The teenager opened his mouth slightly, hoping to say at least a word, well, or just a dumb scream was. Who knows? Several more classmates came into the locker room, looking suspiciously at the pale creature and not even going to be interested in what caused such an appearance. Do they need it? Of course not, they don’t give a shit. It is the prerogative of the bespectacled man and the Armenian to find out what happened, although they know the reason. — Let’s go to the toilet, Antosh. We’ll wash you with cold water, freshen up. Seryozhenka, you go, escort the fool, and I’ll come up a little later,” — Dima released Anton, and Sergey immediately grabbed the guy tightly, not wanting him to wipe the floor with himself. The Armenian carefully led his friend to the toilet, fortunately, he was a few steps away from the locker room. Dmitry at the same time took his friends' backpacks and went to the physical education teacher to take time off from the lesson. Shastoon needs to come to his senses now, and he can’t be left alone. It will be considered a sin.       Matvienko splashed cold water on Anton’s face, and he finally came to life, realizing the whole essence of what was happening. Breathing has become much more frequent than a couple of long breaths and exhalations. That’s better. The guy even made some sounds, whether it was the sounds of a heart attack, or he called the devil, Seryozha did not understand, but a few seconds later a Poz appeared in the doorway, and everything immediately became clear — he called the devil. Serega taught this skill, it will come in handy someday. Pozov went up to his big-eared friend and, tearing off a paper towel, wiped Anton’s thin face, to be honest, he didn’t look so-so. The kid needs to be helped, to reason a little, maybe even to suggest that it all just seemed to him that there were no Arseniy Sergeyevich in the locker room. Something needs to be done, and urgently. There is still time for a carriage and a small cart before that very math lesson, but there is no time for the return of the Shastoon from the dick from where, there is only a small cart, there is no car. Well, nothing, they will cope.

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      It’s time for the second lesson. Chemistry is such a subject: if you turn away, even if you have time to look, then everything is gone. Matvienko turned away to look at the time in the tenth grade, Pozov still did not turn away, and Shastun had not even turned in the direction of chemistry since his birth. He looks at the lessons with an intelligent look, as the hands of the clock painfully slowly pass the path, lasting for a long 45 minutes.       Now the situation was different. Anton began to study chemistry for the first time, and not anything but it; Seryozha also delved into the essence of the lesson a little; Dima, on the contrary, scored a bolt on what was happening around and created a route around the school so that, God forbid, he would not run into Pozov. A few minutes ago, the guys returned to their tall friend his soul, which almost left the young body. Dmitry, as the brain of the company, decided to take the whole situation under his control and by mutual consent of all parties, it was decided to load Shasta in all lessons so that he would not remember what happened. The lesson went on calmly. Someone was called to the blackboard, someone was just verbally asked. Nobody touched the trio, and she didn’t touch anyone in return. A complete idyll. Antoshenka calmly solved all sorts of equations, naturally not without the help of Matvienko, and at this time Poz raised all his friends at school to the ears, wondering who, when and with whom the math lesson was today. Later, he thought of looking at the schedule of all classes and doubted whether he had at least a piece of the brain in his skull. The whole situation did not give any rest to any of the three guys, although it would seem that the matter concerns only Shastoon, but Seryozha and Dima treated him like a younger brother, so the protection of his ass lay on them as well. Chemistry is finally over, then according to the plan, a lesson in the Russian language, which is led by the most amazing teacher, with whom it is not a sin to go to a feast and to the world and die. He was literally adored by everyone from whom he teaches lessons. Having collected their belongings, the guys moved out along the path laid earlier by Popov. The ill-fated mathematics room is on the second floor, where there is Russian, and very close, but even so Anton was led in a roundabout way, cutting off any opportunity to stumble upon Popov. The plan turned out to be successful and they did not meet the mathematician. Instantly slipping into the office, the guys sat down at their rightful back desks. — You know, I certainly don’t mind being fucked by a hot, pumped—up Siberian man, but it’s one thing to dream about it, and another when this same man threw a powerful hint and expects me after school, — Shast said in a slightly nervous voice, fiddling with the rings on his skinny fingers from stress. The state of microinfarction has passed, but now panic is rolling in. — Baby, honey, turn down the volume or I’ll come up and screw it myself, — Dmitry is serious, he understands the situation perfectly and wants to help his best friend, but this panic only irritates. Anton does not try to help the investigation at all, but only leads people to panic. — If he dares to hurt you or something like that, I will destroy him, reduce him to atoms. — And I will divide him by zero, — Sergey said menacingly and confidently, confirming the words of his friend. They are ready to stand as a wall for Anton, even if it is low, but the main thing is that it is a wall. Shastoon became much calmer from the support of the guys, it became much easier. He was once again convinced of the sincerity of their long-term friendship. They are good guys, they constantly pull out of some dubious scrapes. It’s hard to call the current situation a scrape, but it’s definitely questionable.       With the bell for the lesson, the remaining classmates ran into the classroom, followed by the teacher himself. The latter greeted him with a broad smile and waved his hand in the same greeting. Immediately there was a whiff of some special atmosphere that happens only in this office and only in this lesson. Pavel Alekseevich is a special man, he can always find an approach to any person, knows how to involve in the topic of the lesson, broadcasting with interest and actively gesticulating with his hands. Interesting presentations, an interesting narrative in itself. With the naked eye, it is clear that the teacher knows his job and loves it. Not everyone can enthusiastically approach learning, so that children are really interested. These are so rare shots that it’s even a little sad. All teachers would be like Pavel.       The Russian language is given up as always quickly, even if there was a repetition of the material for the upcoming Unified State Exam. The trio diligently solved the problems, distracting themselves from what was inevitably going to happen. The call from the lesson brings to senses, but only now my thoughts are occupied with the hated geography, which is led by an evil grandmother with her corresponding name and patronymic — Galina Eduardovna. This combination is frightening. It’s time for a woman to retire long ago, and she’s still trying to teach us where the coal deposits are in the country with screams. Who needs this coal at all? Once, on such a topic, Anton asked her “How to activate coal?”, so the geographer let’s yell at him to the laughter of the whole class. Well, the question is really important: why did she get angry? In general, no one liked her lessons, just as no one liked her, and in the current situation it was decided to skip the lesson by going to the toilet. Pos, as a diligent student, rarely allowed himself such a luxury, but skipping geography is a sacred thing. He can read an article about coal and the borders of countries at home.       Throwing pencil cases with notebooks into backpacks, the guys quickly retreated from the office and walked briskly past Galina Eduardovna, who complained about seventh grade students to the head teacher for educational work. Anton was very bad at being invisible because of his height, but when it was necessary, he could be quieter than water, so now he instantly slipped past and ran into the toilet. Since the change is short, it was possible to calmly wait out the time in the cleaning lady’s closet, pretending that they are cleaning items. However, that’s what they did. Having locked himself in the closet, Shastoon pretended as diligently as possible to be a mop, Poz be a bucket, and Matvienko with a washcloth. Yes, they looked as strange as possible, which made them want to laugh and they could hardly restrain themselves. While there was time, the children went back and forth, not even suspecting that three seventeen-year-old foreheads were hiding behind a small door.       And here it is the long-awaited call. The remaining students quickly wind up and they can calmly exhale. Of course, the geographer will yell at the guys for their absence, threatening the whole class that she will write a report on them all. She can be understood, but the situation of the Shastoon is much more important than this evil witch. So, having made sure that there was no one at the door, the friends left the closet and sat down on the floor by the window. — So, we have an hour to come up with a new plan of action. We cannot skip math, otherwise we will be told off. It remains only to go ahead. At the lesson, tailed and I will take on Sergeyich so that he forgets. When the bell rings, leave first, and we’ll take your things with us. If possible, take a sick leave as soon as you get home. During your absence, he should forget about your words. While you’re sick, my uncle’s friend will make you a fake passport and give you money for the first time. Illegally, you will be transported to Cuba by ship and you will live there. You’ll come back in a couple of years and we… — Fuck, Pozov, slow down. Did the flask finally whistle? You should watch less NTV,” — Seryozha hit Dima on the forehead with his palm and he snorted with displeasure. — You need to put on a foil hat at the right time and you can go to a mental hospital. What passport? What ship? Before the sick leave, I still agreed with your plan, and then what started? — I’ll put veneers, I’ll pierce my nose, I’ll paint my nails and maybe I’ll fuck in the ass, — Shast said sharply, from which his friends-comrades choked on air from surprise and turned to him at the same time. — These amazing modern problems require an illegal move outside of science… Tosh, did you decide to be with a Poz on the same fucking wave or just desperate? — Matvienko began to rub the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. — You’re going to drive me to my grave at this rate. That’s it, I don’t want to hear anything more. Now I’m talking. We distract Popov with all sorts of mathematical bullshit so that he doesn’t have time to look at you. When the bell rings, you run away from the ship first, and we follow. If this pedophile throws out some kind of joke, then we will be waiting for you in the library. Keep your phone close by. If he lets his hands loose, tell we and we will immediately come to divide him by zero. He’ll fuck around the courts,” after listening to his inspiring speech, the guys nodded confidently. — There is a plan, now we can eat and just take a break from all this. Cover the clearing with food,” after his words, Pozov began to take out the sandwiches from his backpack. Anton took out a bottle of energy drink, and Seryozha a pack of crackers. It’s hard to call all this feast a proper and healthy diet, but what it is. The choice is not particularly great. Friends sat and quietly ate their goodies peacefully, discussing games in parallel with going to the cinema on the weekend. So time passed no slower than a Russian language lesson.       The bell rang again.       The guys quickly gathered, exchanged glances with each other, mentally crossed themselves and set out on their way to their own death. Although only Anton moved forward to her. Thoughts of what was waiting for him swarmed in his head. So he seems to want to, but it seems that he no longer does. It’s really scary. What if it’s just a prank? And if not? Arseny was serious, at least it seemed so, but the doubts did not go away. He has never slept with anyone, he is absolutely virgin. According to articles on forums and videos on adult websites, you will learn little. We need practice, lots and lots of practice, but where can we get it, eh? Not at every step you can find a guy with a sign saying “Fuck in the ass for a chocolate bar” or “I teach aspiring gays”. That’s all, it’s some kind of nonsense, honestly. Come what may. Get fucked? Well, that’s fine. He will sort it out along the way, in any case, they will prompt him.       The guys walk in silence. They reach the math room and Popov seems to feel it, so he immediately opens the door. He comes face to face with Shastoon practically, throws a barely noticeable grin. She looks at his face for a short time, notices a mole on the tip of his nose. And Anton blushes immediately, feels how he is being examined, which makes Ars even more touched. He has been watching this guy for a long time, he has long wanted to talk to him normally at least once, but every now and then he either skips his lessons or shows a minimum of activity and interest. Shast can also be understood, because being with the object of adoration for a long time is also difficult, which is why he avoids Popov. What kind of student will count on at least a drop of reciprocity? Arseniy is a teacher, Anton is a student. What’s the connection? What is it all about? Yes, Shastoon is 18 this year, but a student can’t be with his teacher, it’s wrong, it shouldn’t be like this. However, both in their hearts want to spit on it and just be happy. — The lesson with me was canceled. You can go home,” — the mathematician said in a quiet, and most importantly calm voice, without a drop of a hint of his morning words. Classmates had already fled to the locker room, and the trio remained rooted to the spot.       Is that all? Just “go home”? Anton gave in to doubts about everything. Everything abruptly collapsed in his eyes. How so? Yes, he wanted to get out. Yes, I wanted to give him a poke if he starts doing something illegal. However, he was not ready to be sewn off, although no one sewed it on. — Arseniy Sergeevich, I would like to talk to you about the Unified State Exam. If you have time, of course, — Shastoon decided to act on his own. Straight ahead. — Yes, of course, come in, — Popov moved away from the door, letting the guy into his office. Seryozha and Dima exchanged glances and, saying goodbye, went towards the library, because you never know what. They realized what their tall friend was up to, so they didn’t leave him. A deal is a deal.       Entering the cabinet, Shast put his backpack on the first desk he came across, took off his robe and took a deep breath. At this time, Arseniy followed and locked his office in order to be alone with the eleventh-grader. Exhaling, Anton turned around and, after a few seconds of silence, began to speak. — Arseniy Sergeyevich, I’m going to say everything I think, and you just listen. I don’t even want to remember about this fucking exam, I have enough knowledge for a grade of three. What the hell was this morning? I thought that I would go to cardiology instead of lessons, but now you are talking as if nothing had happened about the cancellation of math. I’m kind of glad, but I don’t understand anything. Was it a fucking prank like that? Sorry about the checkmate. If so, it’s not funny at all, that’s not a drop. I understand the absurdity of the situation, because the student is pining for his teacher. Such basic nonsense that it’s even funny. I also understand that I will never be able to count on reciprocity, and after passing the exam we will not see each other again, so I will just endure it,” — Anton began to wave his hands more actively, feeling a lump appear in his throat. It is really hard to say all this now and, having gathered to speak further, Popov interrupts him. — Antosh, calm down, please. I know how you feel now, because I’m in the same state myself. I’ve been wanting to have a banal conversation with you for a long time, but you’re just not there, then you’re not exclusively in my lessons, then you immediately run away with a call without giving me a word to say. I understand perfectly well that we are on different statuses and for this I will be fired with a scandal, if I am not sued yet,” the teacher approached the boy very close and looked into incredibly beautiful green eyes.       There was silence. Anton didn’t know what to say. Arseniy didn’t want to say anything more.       Shastoon looked into the blue eyes opposite and, yielding to the will of emotions, covered someone else’s lips with his own. He was not aware of his actions. He was driven by emotions.       Closing his eyes, Ars did the same. Something inside began to flare up. A simple kiss began to acquire a new storm of emotions mixed with a pleasant feeling in the soul. Lean hands smoothly rested on strong shoulders, and hands strewn with moles, hugged a thin waist. The kiss became more sensual, more desirable and tremulous with every passing moment. There was no pressure, just a pleasant warmth filling both bodies. None of them imagined this, but their souls wanted it, which seemed to have caught an invisible connection. The breathing began to run out, the guys seemed to have lost track of time. They were forced to distance themselves from each other.       A moment later, they look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. There is a happy smile on their faces. They are really happy, which is confirmed by the lights in their eyes. This has never been felt before. —Ars, — Anton began very quietly. — I… — Antosh, me too, but let’s talk about it later, — Popov understood everything with just one “I” and, smiling even wider, already pulled the guy into a kiss, to which he was answered with pleasure.       The new kiss became more and more sharp, passionate. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies pressed closer, their arms hugged tighter. The storm of emotions began to turn into a real tornado, tearing down. Without breaking away from each other, Arseniy led Anton to his cubicle. He carefully wound it up and, pausing for a second, closed the door. After taking a short breath, he returned to his already beloved plump lips. The hands strewn with moles, slowly began to unbutton the white shirt of the Shastoon. The kiss did not stop for a second, only filled with an all-consuming passion. As soon as the last button was unbuttoned, Arseniy timidly touched the bare pale skin with his fingers, as if afraid that he would somehow harm it. Anton shuddered slightly, because this kind of touch is new to him. All this in general is new to him, so you can’t stop in any way. The shirt falls off the shoulders with a smooth movement, holding only on the bend of the elbows. They pull away from the plump lips and instantly scorch the pale neck with hot breath. A muffled groan escapes. He want to kiss such an inviting neck, want to bite and leave reddish spots as a sign of a stormy time spent. Arseniy removes one hand from the guy’s waist and wraps it around his neck, starting to sprinkle every inch of it with short kisses. Even from such kisses, barely noticeable spots remain, which after a couple of moments disappear without a trace. Anton groans barely audibly, because it is absolutely impossible to leave such painful kisses without appropriate attention. Popov does not hurry, does not make sudden movements, he seems to be studying a young body that is melting in his hands, losing more and more connection with reality with every second. They stand almost in the center of the room, unable to tear themselves away from each other. The space around begins to disappear, time seems to freeze, the strength to stand on finally ends. Ars unexpectedly, but gently picks up Anton in his arms and carries him to a small sofa. He looks into the guy’s eyes with unprecedented tenderness, saying without words that he will never dare to hurt him, and this is the pure truth. Arseniy in his life, like someone else, will not even allow himself to raise his hand to the cutest curly-haired creature. How in general can you do something bad with someone who clings to you with full confidence, breathing heavily, who is so eager to continue? As soon as Arseniy is near the sofa, he immediately puts the boy on it, after carefully removing his shirt from his hands. Let them be drowned by passion, but it is impossible to scatter elements of clothing throughout the room, so he puts this very shirt on a chair next to it. Anton gets comfortable, bends his leg at the knee. Arseniy runs his fingers over this knee, and then puts his hand just above it and hangs over it.       An eye-to-eye look. Words are inappropriate here.       The guys instantly merge in a kiss with the elements of undressing, but now the roles have changed — the clothes from the partner are removed by the Shastoon. With a bit of awkwardness, he instantly unbuttons the dark blue shirt of the teacher and pulls it off, putting his shirt to his own. And now two half-naked hot bodies look into each other’s eyes again. These are no longer the views of the student on the teacher, these are the views on the love of his life. A slight smile and toned hands smoothly stroking the ribs, began to descend lower and lower until they stopped at the button of jeans. Arseniy willingly looks at the graceful curves, slightly biting his lip, but slowly unbuttons his fly with his hands, having noticed a pronounced reaction to everything that is happening for a long time. This makes you throw a snide laugh. — Tosh, is everything all right? Are you sure you’re ready? — this question is extremely banal, but very important. After all, this is the first time, and there is some excitement. — Yes, — a quiet confident answer that gave the green light. Unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, Popov quickly pulls them off, leaving the guy in only boxers with the inscription “Calvin Klein”. Shast seemed to feel that something was going to happen and he put on his dress panties for a reason. Okay, it’s just that his last underwear wash was about two weeks ago, and only the front ones remained of the clean underpants. A quiet laugh and red cheeks from embarrassment have become the heroes of today, but such insignificant trifles cannot prevent what is getting closer and closer.

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      How much time has passed is unknown, and it does not matter. Guys are busy with each other, time has stopped for them for a long time. Arseniy kisses Anton’s completely naked body. His actions are accompanied by pleasant moans, spreading throughout the room, accompanied also by light tremors when a deft tongue touches erogenous zones. Ars has long since taken a lubricant with a condom out of the bedside table, because where else to store such a thing, if not in the base cabinet? Where did he get all this with him at all, that’s another story, although in fact one day he and a Russian language teacher, like small children, threw caps out of windows and experimented with lubricant and tea, thinking that the grease would replace sugar and be OK, but they did not take into account that it was inedible and they spat to damn it. Why did they do it at school? Well, at least because Arseniy took this stuff with him that day, because after work he had to go to a certain person, but while having tea with Pavel in his office, their door jammed and they stayed there until late in the evening. Two men had fun as they could. What to take from them? At least now it’s useful for the case, which is very good.       Since Shastoon had not done this with anyone until that moment, he had to be carefully prepared and, of course, Popov took it upon himself. Pleasant moans were not only from kisses, but also from the fact that Ars’s fingers were doing their job in Anton. The boy quickly got used to the new sensations and quietly moved his hips towards him. Two fingers began to become too few, and a rather sharp movement of the hips seemed to hint that the third finger should also enter. Arseniy did not think for a long time, he slowly inserted the third one, which was accompanied by a rather loud groan. Shasta has never felt so good before.       Such preparation was not too long, but not three seconds. Both want more, especially Anton. The guy wants to feel something more inside himself than fingers. Arseny’s penis is really impressive in size, but it didn’t bother him at all. Taking out his fingers, the man began to open the contraceptive and then put it on. Watching this terribly sexy picture, Shast quietly masturbate himself, biting his already bitten lips. After finishing, the math teacher spreads the student’s legs in different directions and additionally passes the condom with his fingers with lubricant. Anton is empty, Anton is on fire, Anton is hungry for more.       A small pillow has been lying under the guy’s lower back for a long time and it’s really comfortable, as he personally saw. The eyes are closed, the hand on his own penis remains lying, automatically making rhythmic movements. Ars moves closer, briefly kissing the sharp knee and substitutes the cock to the ring of muscles. He throws a short glance, once again makes sure that the boy agrees to the whole hundred percent and, discarding all unnecessary thoughts, and moving his hands to the waist, closer to the protruding pelvic bones, slowly, slowly introduces the head inside, allowing him to get used to completely new sensations. Anton bends over, groans a new one. It turns out that the penis inside is a completely different sensation, slightly painful even from the very first penetration. Amazing, isn’t it? — Hush, Antosh, it’s all right, — the gentle soothing voice seemed so charming, inspiring absolute confidence. The owner of this voice squeezed his hands a little harder and continued to slowly enter.       Shastoon began to get lost in bliss. His main sexual dream is coming true right now and it’s still hard to believe. It seems that now the guy will wake up from an annoying alarm clock and with a erection but no, this is not a dream at all, this is the real reality. Popov enters deeper and deeper, every now and then whispering all sorts of soothing tenderness. Shast gets used to it completely, begins to get heavenly pleasure, just like in the Bounty bar advertisement. He does not ask to increase the speed, so far it is enough for him.       Over time, it becomes little. Arseniy wants more and more. He want him without a trace. The moans are getting louder, the movements are faster, the kisses are more and more maddening. Ars passes through one specific point, from which Anton abruptly brings his knees together, instantly bends, loudly calling out the name of the one who brought him to such a state. The guy blows his head off. Now the situation is exclusively under his control. He abruptly grabs Arseniy by the neck with his hand and pulls him to him.       “Now I’m in charge of the parade,” he whispers in his ear, and then runs the tip of his tongue over the auricle. Arseniy is not even going to object, he just goes out and sits down, waiting for further actions. He is defeated.       Shastoon takes a deep breath and immediately begins to sit on top of Popov. He sits down carefully, helps himself with his hand and sits down with a sharp movement. Arseniy bites his lip, makes a quiet moan, puts his hand on Anton’s penis. Immediately, with his thumb, he begins to smear the droplets of the leaking lubricant with circular movements, and Shast, closing his eyes, slowly moves his hips. He will still arrange a horse race, but now he pounces on his partner’s neck with kisses. How much he wanted to cling to him and kiss him all over, drawing uncomplicated patterns with the tip of his tongue in parallel. And Arseniy turned out to be greedy for this. His neck is one of the strongest erogenous zones. The second is the collarbones. If the Shastoon gets to them, then Popov will just go crazy. Anton painfully slowly builds paths of wet kisses, now and then touching the soft skin with his tongue. He likes what he does insanely much. The pace of racing gradually begins to accelerate, with kisses it descends to the collarbones, starting not only to kiss them, but also to bite. Ars is starting to go crazy — as expected. — Anton, you… — he can’t finish, the guy won’t let him. Shast moves much more sharply, the moans are getting louder on both sides. They feel that they will finish soon, so the jumps became completely distraught, and the hand on someone else’s penis moved much more actively, bringing them to orgasm as quickly as possible. Literally another five minutes and, shrinking, biting his lip, the Shastoon cum into Popov’s hand, slightly on his stomach. At the same second, Arseniy himself pours out inside, but inside a condom.       Heavy broken breathing, beads of sweat dripping from the forehead, stuck bangs, satisfied smiles and two happy people. No words. No unnecessary actions. Just a short kiss and a touch of foreheads, eyes closed.

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— That is, we were waiting for you, worried, we kept the police number on speed dial, and you fucked there colorfully and started a relationship with Sergeyich? — the flighty Seryozha is interested, waving his arms in all directions. — Well, we are not officially dating yet, he invited me on a date tomorrow, but there are definitely plans, — the happy curly-haired guy replied, kicking a small piece of ice along the way. — Anton and the truth, Arseniy and the lie, — Dimka said being happy for a friend who had found his happiness.