Early in the summer before the start of your senior year in high school, your parents pulled you from the fantasy world of anime for a brief second. That brief second was all it took to brighten the world. "Son," your mother began slowly, "your father recieved a job transfer." She was sitting on the tan living room couch, small hands resting upon her lap. Your mother motioned her hand towards an empty dining chair that was convienently placed there. You walk over and take a seat, not understanding any of this. "The transfer is to Japan. We understand it is going to be your senior year, so if you would like to stay and finish school here that's fine with us." Stay? [[Stay in this small, minute town|Stay]] when you could be [[partying it up in Japan|Go to Japan]]?No you fucking dumbass [[Go to Japan|Go to Japan]].The first day of the autumn semester came soon. It was a tuesday, with the high being 82 degrees fahrenheit, and the low being 71. It was a nice tuesday. As you strolled down the street, blue bag on your arm, only a couple people seemed to notice you. So far it looked as if you would be able to blend in without a problem, which is probably thanks to your checklist you made last night. • Blue bag everyone in your animes used • Short sleeve white shirt • Nerdy high waisted pants • Blue tie that matched your school's colors • Lucky wristband with your favorite anime's logo on it (Neon Gensis Evangelion, of course) You were ready for this at 6 o' clock last night. Your years of anime and learning Japanese have trained you for this day. When you approach the school's opening gates, everything seems to hit you. This is a new school, a new year, full of new people to meet. Who knew what would lie ahead? Drawing in a deep breath, you firmly plant a loafered foot onto the dirt of the school. You were here. This was real. Before your left foot could move you feel someone bump into you. No apology follows as you move away, stumbling slightly. When you look up you see a fellow male with oddly white hair. He does not look back, nor make any motion to acknowledge you. What a jerk. The idea to [[Pick a fight|Pick a fight]] comes to mind, but perhaps it would be best to [[Brush it off|Brush it off]], as it is your first day and would be a bad idea to make an enemy so soon."Hey." You call out to the white haired boy. Despite your better instinct telling you to stop, it just is not the day to be stepping on you. "Come back here." The boy still did not reply. Your fists ball, ready to swing, but stop when you see him stopping in front of another male. This one with brown hair and a polite smile on his face. Oddly enough, he looks very similar to Shinji Ikari. //Odd//, you think to yourself. You watch as the duo turns to face the school and disappear inside of it. After brushing yourself off you [[follow them and the rest of the students inside|Go inside]].//Whatever. It doesn't matter anyways, because white haired characters inevietably die anyways//, you think to yourself as you brush yourself off. You've seen enough anime to know what happens in the end. You notice the boy meet up with a darker haired friend of his. You can't really make out his face, but from where you look he looks similar to Shinji Ikari. //Weird//. You shrug this fact away and continue [[into the school|Go inside]].The inside is just like a manga or anime you've read before; the hallways are wide, the floor is wooden, your shoes need to be switched. You go through the motions like a professional and continue to your homeroom. According to the print out of an email sent to your parents, you would be in Sensei Ikari's class. "Familiar name," you mumble to yourself. The classroom lies on the second floor and is also oddly similar to those you have seen in animes and mangas. When you poke your head into the room you notice the class is mostly full and kids are talking to each other. Everything feels casual and easy. //No wonder//, you think, //there isn't a teacher in here//. Lucky for you, an empty desk sits up front, vacant and lonely and beckoning out to you. You walk to it fairly unnoticed by any classmates and claim the seat. The common blue bag everyone else carries fits nicely under the desk, but not before you take your totally radical spiral notebook that is covered in totally radical drawings of only the best anime characters. A few minutes later the teacher saunters into the room. His 90s style suit makes him look like he belongs in another profession, such as a commander of a high tech robotic company. "Welcome back," he speaks as he begins to write on the chalkboard, "and congrats on lasting this long you stupid ass motherfuckers. I'll be your teacher this year." When he moves away from the board you read the name 'Sensei Gendo Ikari'. [[You fucking knew it|One week later]].A week had passed since you had first began attending high school in Japan. So far it was nice; no one bothered you, aside from the occasional annoyance whenever that white haired boy would plow into you just to get to that Shinji-looking kid. Other than that, school was awesome. A week in meant clubs were starting up. Fellow students were buzzing with excitement; the whole school was vibrating. "What club were you planning on joining?" The person who sat behind you asked Friday. You turned around to find a dark skinned girl. "Because you look like you belong in the anime club." A mischevious grin found its way onto her face. Something deep in your gut told you not to trust this heathen. You politely reply with a, "I don't really know." Without breaking the gaze, you move your arm so it covers your totally rad notebook. No one needs to know you're anime trash. No one. "Well, he could always join the robotics club. We've been looking for another member." Both you and the girl look up to see the Shinji-looking dude. "There's going to be a meeting after school today, if you're interested. I hope to see you there." He flashes a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. When class ends you stand and pack your bag. Students flee from the room, as it is Friday and no one wants to stay in class any longer. Once you are ready to go you hear Sensei Ikari call your name. "I need to speak with you. Are you available?" It sounds like more of a demand than a question. The idea to [[stay and talk|Stay and talk]] is there, but so is the idea to [[tell him of the robotics club meeting|Robotics club]].The robotics club is held in a classroom on the first story. Only four kids came to the club, one of which being Shinji-guy and the other being the white-haired kid. No adult was present, but there was a carton of cigarrettes on the desk. You can't help but think about how that must be against school regulation, but decide to keep your mouth shut. For a moment you go unnoticed. One of the girls, the one with a pale bob haircut, sits in the back corner of the room reading, while the other, the red head, stands in front of the desk the Shinji-look-alike sits in. "Well that sucks, because you don't have a choice. We'll get our asses kicked if you don't get in it Shinji." The red head snaps. Her fists rest on her hips in a defiant fashion. "You were drawn to go. So //go//." "But I'm just not...I'm not sure of it, Asuka..I mean," Shinji looks up at her, "am I really the best option?" His pretty blue eyes full of doubt and nerves. Wait, when did you start noticing guys eyes? Weird. You are pretty sure Asuka's eyes roll, but her back is to you so you aren't really sure. Only, like, 25% sure. "Quit bitching." She hisses. Her posture relaxes and her arms cross over her chest. "Well, I'm going home either way. You better be ready by tomorrow, though!" Asuka turns on her heal to leave but stops when you catch her eye. "Hey, is this the guy you mentioned earlier?" Shinji leans over a bit and meets your eyes. God his eyes are pretty. "You came." He smiles warmly at you, which makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm so happy to see you." You shift on your feet as he stands in greeting. The white haired boy shoots you a look, nearly one of disgust. Asuka shrugs you off and is already halfway out the room by the time you remember she exists. "Sorry, the meeting is already over. It was a short one today, it seems." The white-haired boy says to you. Your shoulders fall a bit; you would have enjoyed attending the club meeting. His eyes move back to Shinji. "Shall we leave?" "Ah, you go on home." Shinji tells him. "I have some thinking to do." The boy shifts uncomfortably. //Gee, he must have some attatchment issues//, you wonder silently. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Positive." He stays for a minute, as if waiting for Shinji to change his mind. When he realizes it won't happen the boy packs up and leaves. The other girl follows him after nodding to you. You watch the duo leave and wait until they are out of sight to look back to Shinji. His eyes are focused on the desk, his hands crossed like Gendo's. The room is quiet, the air is cold. "Would it be best if I go too?" You ask aloud. His head snaps up to face you. Had he forgotten you were still there? "[[If you want to|go home]]. But it's fine if you [[stay here|Robotics rendezvous]].""No sir." You reply slowly. With caution, you approach his desk. He sits at it still, fingers interlocked and face hiding behind them. His face is just as hard as when you first saw him. "What is it?" Sensei Ikari's rimless glasses glinted slightly. "I noticed your grades in Japanese were not good. Are you sure you should be in this level of it?" The bluntless takes you back a bit. Was he serious? Your eyebrows come together; you were slipping in Japanese? The language you toiled over like the weaboo you are? What? "I am sure, yes. Is there anything I could do to raise my grade?" He lets out a low hum and pushes his glasses up with a middle finger. The room is silent as he leans back in his desk chair. "There is...one possibility. However, it is not appropriate." "And what is that, Sensei?" "[[To get in the robot|Get in the robot]]." You were not entirely sure how to feel about that. It sounded like the way an anime or a porn could start. [[Maybe it would be best to not get in the robot|Robotics club]]?Gendo gives a small, mischevious smile before standing. He walks to the door, taking his time. A gloved hand of his reaches out and closes it gently. The click of the door is the only sound until he proceeds towards you. His hands reach out and rub your hips slowly, making little circles with the thumbs. Shivvers race down your spine as hot breath meets the skin on your neck. The kisses that are planted aren't small, but aren't big either. Gendo's lips trail up to your mouth amd cover your lips. You hesitate for a moment, but in the end kiss him back. It's warm and enveloping and you move into it. One of his hands moves to your behind, rubbing softly. With a hand on your rear and soft lips on top of yours, you feel your knees go weak. Your body begins to fall but he helps hold you up. It doesn't help that your main form of support is the hand on your rear, which is now groping you. He lifts you briefly, only to place you on his desk. His lips part from yours just long enough for the move; however, as soon as you are down, they are back on yours. This time they're moving. Your lips follow his lead and gradually speed up. His tongue reaches out and slides against yours, leaving a hot trail behind it. With some hesitation, your mouth opens wide, welcoming Gendo's tongue inside your mouth. Gendo continues to take the lead, rubbing his tongue against yours. You repeat his motions until both of your tongues are wrestling for any light of control. In the midst of this you feel his hand trail down your leg and to your knee. He gently picks it up and loops it around his waist and you repeat the motion with your other leg. With both of your legs around your new teacher, you pull him towards you. He pulls his mouth away from yours in order to smirk against you. Hot kisses are once again trailing down your neck, only to end in a bite at the base of your neck. His hand moves from your knee to your crotch. You feel a deep kneading motion pressing into the area, sending a groan out of you. As his mouth leaves dark marks all over your neck you feel him unzip and unbutton your pants. After untangling your legs and more hot breath on your skin, the pants and underwear is off. It's not long until you feel his bulge pressing against your rear. A desprate moan is released from out, your back arching and rear pressing back into it in an attempt to welcome him. He gives a low chuckle at the effort before moving his hips against you. With each buck a chill is sent down your spine. The pulses continue until you feel a trob in your fully erect member. Your eyes open just enough to watch Gendo pull himself out, unleashing the Lance of Longinus. He leans over to reach into his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubrication and condom. With one hand he eases you back into a laying position. The gloves are off and an instant later the top of the lube is off. You follow his hand as he puts some of the lubrication on his hand, then to your opening. It's warm and relaxing, which surprises you. Everything is relaxed. A finger followed by another reaches in to widen it. You release a moan as Gendo pumps the two fingers in and out of you. He removes them not only to put a condom on. Soon enough you feel Gendo himself in you. His member moving in and around you, your body warming and heating up. Your legs are around him again, your nails are digging into the wooden desk you lay upon. Your moans increase in volume as he moves faster, deeper. It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, a final moan pouring out. Gendo follows a few moments behind you, releasing into the protection device. The two of you share a gaze for the next minute, processing the events that just took place. Instead of he speaking first, it's you. "So, how much will this bring my grade up by?" "We can discuss that on a later date. You should be [[getting home|Start]]."(#yoloswagbiatch) "Are you sure? Because I have no problem staying." You assure him. "It's not like I have anything else to do." Shinji shakes his head. "Go ahead." You hesitate, but turn and leave anyways. The hallways are empty and so are the other classrooms. To be honest, it's odd seeing no one here. As if barren, desolate halls weren't enough, everything suddenly went dark. //Godammit. Could today get any worse?// With a small huff you continue forward. Once you approach the stairs you are required to place both hands on the handrail in order to guide yourself down. The last thing you need today is a broken leg from walling down these stairs. At the end of the stairs you turn right towards the exit doors, but stop when you notice a figure. Whomever it is walking towards you with firece determination. You step aside as they move past you. "This is the third time this month," he growls, handlebar mustcahe twitching. He stops beside you, catching your stare. "Did you need something?" You shake your head since that is all you can do. His magestic mustache and beauty overwhelm you, to be honest. He stares at you for a moment before looking you up and down. Or maybe he was checking you out? You kind of hope for the latter. "If you aren't busy, would you help me?" A part of you wants to [[stay and help|Breaker room]], yet another part says to [[continue home|Next day]]."I'll stay, it's fine." You say as you set your schoolbag down. You move over to his desk and sit on the one beside it. The feeling that he needs you is strong. //Maybe all he needs is someone to talk to...or take his mind off things//. Shinji's eyes follow you as you move but his mouth stays shut. "Alright..." His shoulders relax a bit and he look forward. Again the room is quiet. The air buzzes slightly but you hve a feeling it's just you. "You know...I wonder if I'm doing this because I want my dad's approval." His voice is slow and the words are quiet. "I get that it sounds dumb, but...with him never being around and then showing up here and it's all just...I don't want to get in that robot." He stops talking almost as abruptly as he started. You wait for him to continue but when you notice he isn't planning on it you sit back. "I feel that." He looks over at you once you speak. "Like you need to make something of yourself." Again you wait to hear his voice. It's a sad attempt at conversation, especially when it's revolving around his daddy issues, but it's an attempt. When you realize he isn't going to cooperate you decide to take it into your own hands in a different way. "But, I think I like the idea of feeling you more." "W-What?" "Well, you're an...attractive individual." You inform him, choosing those words instead of the original 'hot dude' since that just feels too blunt. Your eyes meet and lock and everything else seems to fade away. "And I wouldn't mind feeling you. It might help with your nerves, too." Shinji rubs his knees together in thought. You understand how lewd this offer is but don't take it back. You don't regret it. Not one bit. Shinji's doe eyes lock with yours as he responds with an "Okay." You blink in disbelief. "R-Really?" "Yeah." He says as he stands. "If it will help me relax. Then yeah. Okay." For a moment you two just stand there. He really wants to do this? He's this sure about it? Are you even this sure about it? Either way, it's happening. You're in too deep and it doesn't matter. You stand and move to him, a hand reaching out and gently grabbing his waist. He's warm but fragile, all the while still being accepting of you. You move your hand to his backside and rub his behind. It's firm yet soft enough that your fingers sink into it when you grab. He releases a small squeak out of surprise at the sudden contact. The other hand cups his face; his skin is soft and warm. The contact ignites your nerves, but when your lips meet his you feel everything warm up and envelope you. Both of you move closer to one another. Your hand on his rear acts as a pulley, grabbing it and pulling him into you. The kiss deepens and he wraps his arms around your neck in reply. Your lips are the first to move, but his follow your motions. It isn't long before both pairs of lips are pushing against each other, moving furiously in heat. You reach your tongue out and drag it across his plump lower lip in request. Shinji complys and opens his mouth for you. The inside of his mouth is heated to say the least. Your tongues press against each other before rubbing. The hand on his rear squeezes, letting a breath out of Shinji. "A-Ah..." He breaths into your mouth. Your hands wander to his crotch and begin to make small rubs. The kiss is broken in order to allow him to moan. It's beautiful and sweet and only makes you want to do it more. The rubs turn into kneads, each motion causing Shinji to moan out in pleasure. You feel your own gut heating up in response, driving you to touch him more. You wanted skin. It only takes a second to unbuckle Shinji's belt and pull his pants down. He sits on the desk as you unbuckle your own belt. "I-I...I've never done it." He mumbles quietly. You don't bother to bring up the fact that you hadn't either; it's not very important right now, honestly. All you do instead is murmur that it's fine. He nods in reply and looks down at your now revealed member. You pull his hips toward you and kiss down his neck. All you can wonder is if his rear is this soft as well. Your hands move to his bare bottom and squeeze. The action triggers a breathy moan. Yep, it's just as soft. The kisses trail down to his member, which is twitching in anticipation. "Nn..." He whines a little bit as your tongue glazes over him. It laps over the tip before sucking a bit. You pull off and stand, about to figure out how to prepare yourself. But he beats you to it. Shinji shifts and leans down so his mouth is right beside your member. Your entire body is on fire when his warm tongue touches your tip. Your eyes close, mind focusing entirely on his tongue and mouth. Very carefully, he takes you in his mouth. His head bobs slowly at first, then faster as he gets used to the motion. Soon his mouth is sucking on your member and his tounge is pressed against the tip. You let out a deep, breathy moan in reply. "S-Shinji-kun..." As soon as he pulls off, you ease him into a laying position. His eyes are half lidded and glazed over while yours are set on gaining entrance into him. His rear is warm and tight. Though he seems to be in some pain on the sudden intruder you are in a blissful state. The tightness around your member is nice. Soon the two of you are moaning and breathing in near rhythm; your hips moving, pumping inside of him. It does not take long for the two of you to release in ecstasy. When Shinji does, a broken, loud moan resounds from him. You look down at the disheveled classmate. His brown hair is a mess; the short locks are scattered on his forehead and the desk. His dark blue eyes are still hazy. "Nn...I do feel much better.." He admits quietly. "Good." You smile down at the beauty. "But that does not negate the fact that you still need to get in the robot." [[begin again|Start]]"Mr. Nietzsche, by the way." He holds his hand out for a handshake. You reciprocate and respond with your own name. "What a nice name." Mr. Nietzsche continues ahead towards the end of the hallway. You follow behind him, maintaining a few steps behind. The building is dark and empty and full of suspense. As you look around the corridor you begin thinking of all those horror stoies you've read and how some of them started off this way. None of it sounds appealing. At least you were with a teacher in case something happened to you, right? Speaking of the teacher, you are now able to make out some of his features a little bit more, since you are closer in proximity. His mustache is full, but not overly bushy. His face is young, brows set in determination. Is he always like this, or just really upset about the power outage? You don't know, but the edge makes you question your sexuality. Wait. You're a straight guy. Are you? Who the fuck knows anymore. You follow Mr. Nietzsche into a room that is labeled "Staff only" and down the stairs that follow. "Careful," he warns, "don't need you falling on top of me." No, that would be bad. Definately bad. //Or would it?// You brush off the thought of you on top of him and nod meakly. God, how are you gonna manage yourself around him? Like, what if he passed in the hallway and you just mentally lost it? That wouldn't be good. Once you arrive at the breaker room you peer into the dark as Mr. Nietzsche searches blindly. "What are you looking for?" You ask. "I am...looking for the..argh.." You hear Mr. Nietzsche step back and give up. "I //was// looking for the switch. But alas, I can find none." He sighs deeply into the darkness. "My apologies, dragging you down here for no reason. You probably need to get home anyways." At first you nod, but then realize how dumb that was since it is dark and he could not see you. "Well...You didn't need to bring me down here for nothing..." Your voice comes out slowly and you begin to feel your way towards him. He isn't that far ahead of you but you somehow still manage to grab him in the wrong place. It may be a good thing the power went out because you feel in the pit of your stomach that you do not want to know what his facial expression is. On one hand, he could reasily write you up for sexual harrassment or something. But yet...on the other hand...he could agree and have his way with you. Lucky for you, it was the latter. Mr. Nietzsche moves closer to you and eventually presses his body close to yours. He leans down a bit and whispers something in German in your ear. "Are you sure about this, Schüler?" He follows the word with. You nod slightly, reaching out to him and latching onto his folded collar. The unfamiliar teacher moves his down to your crotch and rubs lightly. A whine escapes you; you wanted it deeper than that. The gentle rubs turn into deep kneads, your whines become breathy moans. "N-Nietzsche..." Comes out at one point. He begins to nip at your bare neck. You notice that he is being careful enough to not leave marks, although a part of you wishes he would. You keep this thought to yourself, since you know he will only tell you no evidence would be left. His soft hands move to your hips, the action making you aware of the heat between the two of you. Mr. Nietzsche begins backing you up to the nearest wall (which is convientently there). "Legs around me." He demands as your belt is undone. As soon as the pants are off your legs are around his waist. You wish you could see him. You wish you could see what his member looks like. You wish the power wasn't out just in this spot so you watch him pull himself out and give a few strokes. None of these wishes matter when you feel him inside of you. At the beginning it hurts. Your virgin ass has been left untouched until now, aside from a few shower fantasies of some anime characters, but. Other than that, it's tight and raw. He moves inside of you, sending moans out of you. After a few moments of this, he shifts to hit your prostate. The moans turn to near screams. It doesn't take the two of you long to reach your climax. Mr. Nietzsche stops moving and leans his forehead against yours. The two of you share uneven breath as you compose yourself. The lights flicker, then turn on. Both of you are silent, weather it was to process the events or take in the fact that the power just turned back on is debatable, but either way it is enough to cause Mr. Nietzsche to say, "maybe a bird hit the power box." [[Begin again|Start]]The next week you choose to attend robotics club. The girls that were there last time were gone, leaving you and Shinji and the white haired person. The meeting was short, as it ended up being a bunch of introspection on Shinji's life choices and relationship with his father, Gendo. By the time it came to a close, Shinji stood solemnly. "I really should be getting home. Father said he would be home a little earlier tonight." His voice picked up a bit towards the end, almost as if he were hopefully. The white haired boy (Kawrou, you learned today), looked at Shinji. "May I walk you home?" He smiled. "Sure, if you wan't." Shinji smiled back. You heart skipped a beat in response. "Hey, why don't you both [[come home with me|Shinji's place]]!" As nice as the idea sounded, you knew you still had homework and chores to do. Was it really a good idea to go with Shinji and Kawrou to Shinji's house, or should you [[go home|Next week]]?Silence couldn’t be deadlier. In retrospect this seemed like a good idea, but in reality you’re sitting across the room from Shinji and Kaworu fighting a deadly battle for oral space. You sigh wondering how you went from wanting to make friends to verging on a threeway. //“Don’t be shy, just make yourself at home” muttered Shinji as he made his way up stairs. You took a look around, amazed that a teacher could afford this on his salary //his must be in some shady government business//. After gawking at the replication of the Sistine Chapel on the ceiling, the gang made their way up to Shinji’s room where the two boys immediately made themselves comfortable on the bed leaving you to sit on the rolling chair opposite the room. At first it was just a friendly game of Mario Kart, but when Shinji’s car refused to move you glanced back to find the two boys necking like their lives depended in it.//I always thought there was something between them but Goddamn. As you snap back to real time, you look up to find Kaworu’s eyes locked on yours. While one hand snakes into Shinji’s hair, he motions you over with the other. //Does he mean me?// After gazing at Kaworu’s playful eyes you are certain, so you slowly get up and make your way across the room. For awhile you just watch the two boys make-out, Shinji was in such a state of bliss he appears to not notice you sitting behind him, but then you start getting this hot sensation pulsating down to your groin //FUCKFUCKFUCK. The hell am I supposed to do wi-//. Before you could finish your thought, Shinji reaches back and skillfully places his hand on your crotch. You let out a moan of pleasure as he massages your swelling member. After closing your eyes you feel a different sensation, fluttering them open Shinji moved the party upstairs to your mouth. //Are boys this soft? Fucking hell, what do I do?? Mom told me not to fuck shit up, yet here I am//. Kaworu, feeling a little left out, went to set fire to the pitched tent. You had to hold in your breath, not even a full second into your first blowjob and you’re on the edge of exploding. Kaworu looks up at you with dazzling red eyes “If you’re going to cum, make sure you warn me first.” //That’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard in my life//. Shinji slowly makes his way down to join Kaworu, but made sure to kiss every part he could on his way down. “I-I gonna…” you gasp. Trapped in a moment of ecstasy you lean back for a moment, when you look back down you spot Shinji and Kaworu sharing what they could catch of your seed, almost immediately you’re back at full mast ready to set sail. Shinji crawls up on the bed and is posed on all fours, and before you could catch your breath, Shinji slowly begins to finger himself beckoning you towards him. In a trance that could only be described as hypnotic, you position yourself. “Are you sure,” you ask. Instead of responding, Shinji rubs his posterior against your tip already leaking with precum. //Fuck//. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you slowly press upon his entrance “Te-tell if it hurts”. Kaworu laughs as he stimulates his member with Shinji’s tongue “Don’t worry, Shinji’s used to it and even if it did he wouldn’t mind, our little friend here has a masochistic streak.” On that final note Kaworu made a show of gagging Shinji to the point of watering eyes. You are so fixed on the situation it wasn’t until the first wave of pleasure you knew you were violating Shinji’s deepest regions. //It’s so...warm//. Every exit you made only increased the yearning to deeper, faster, longer. Right on the brink of orgasm , Shinji froze. //Huh? Wha-what happened? I was so close// You look up to see Gendo Sensei leaning in the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account. Please continue” he pushes up his glasses in a manner that makes your heart skip a beat “Or are you looking for a fourth impact?” Gendo closes the door behind him //Dear Mom, I fucked up. Love, Michael//. [[Begin Again|Start]]Class on Wednesday begins with a test. Class on Thursday begins with the results of said test. And for you, class on Friday begins with you being sent to the principal's office. It was then that the thought occured to you that you had never even been to the prinicpal's office. Gendo points you in the right direction which leads you to a door that reads "RONALD REAGAN: Princpal". //Wait. What the hell?// You ask yourself before knocking on the door. From the inside you hear someone call you in. The interior of the room is bland; a desk, a couple potted plants, two old chairs. And then there was Reagan himself, sitting behind that bland desk. "Hello there boy, you must be the child suspected of cheating." He begins, grinning. "Excuse me?" Your eyebrows knit together in confusion and you take a seat in one of the green plastic-looking chair. "I've never cheated before in my life." "Well your high grades prove otherwise. And since you're new here and seem like a good kid, I'm gonna let you off easy. You have two options," he says and holds up two fingers, "[[write an essay|Later]] or [[explore other options|Trickle Down Sexanomics]].""What is the other assignment, sir?" You ask cautiously. Reagan stands cautiously, thinking his actions through carefully. "To be blunt, you." You sit there and blink a couple times. "Me?" He stands and walks on to the other side of the desk. "Yes. You." It's not that you're opposed to it; you aren't opposed at all. You're just taken aback. There isn't any time to process things either, because soon Ronald Reagan's lips are on yours. Much to your surprise, it's hot. You sit up more in your chair in attempt to deepen it. His calloused hands move down your sides and to your rear. Reagan grabs your behind and begins kneading all the while pulling you into a standing position. "Get on the desk." The order comes out as a whisper in your ear. You do as he says and sit on your principle's desk. Your eyes follow him as he kneels in front of you. He pulls your member out and begins licking, a moan of pleasure escaping your mouth. Reagan's licks gradually concentrate on your tip. This action becomes a sucking one in due time. More and more moans pour out of you. When he finally pulls away Reagan stands. As he unleashes himself, you remove your own pants. He pauses and looks you over. "Son, you need to bend over the desk." He tells you. "You've been a bad boy and need a spanking." Reagan's eyes are glued onto you. You slide off the desk and turn around, only to bend over the wooden piece of furniture. Suddenly you feel a stinging sensation in your rear. A moan is released upon impact. This feeling returns with the second and third impact. Instead of having a fourth spanking, you recieve a hearty thrusting in from Reagan. You moan out as he moves inside of you. It doesn't take long before the two of you reach release. //I now see why Marylin sang to him.// [[Begin Again|Start]]"I'll take the essay." You tell him, not all that concerned about writing one. You had free time anyways, so there was really no problem. Principal Reagan nods and hands you a piece of paper. "Here are the guidlines for it. And here," he hands you a smaller piece, "is for a parent teacher conference." You take both and look down at them. Would your parents even be able to make it to [[the meeting|Teacher conference]]? "Thank you." You bow and exit the room, papers clutched in your hands. [[A part of you wonders if you should even tell your parents about that|Final End]]. After all, they're busy enough...CONGRATS!! 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