My Favorite Sensei

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I am Kurose Sato and I go in the third year the high school. I don't have the best notes, so Suzuki Sensei gives me private tutoring since a half year and I can tell that I got better. Suzuki Sensei is your class teacher and 35 years old but I seem to fell I love with him. I didn't tell him about it because I don't want him to hate me.

One day the whole class went to a bar to celebrate your graduation. We all drank alcohol and told us stories about your love life and your past.

Suddenly Shu, a boy in my class, asked me: "Do you have someone you love?"

He asked everybody but -I was so drunk that I answered smily: "Yes, I love Suzuki Sensei."

I like to joke around much so my classmates taught that it was a joke. everybody laughed about it but Suzuki Sensei looked sad and ran away. I ran after him. When I overtook him and grabbed his arm, I saw him crying.

He said: "Please, let me go."

I didn't want to let go so I bought him home. There was nobody in the house, because my parents went to my grandparents and wouldn't be at home for a week. I took him to my room, closed the door and hugged him.

I was so happy that he cried for me, that I started to cry and said: "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to know about it like this. The true is that I..."

Suddenly it was black in front of my eyes and I faint. When I woke up, I saw Suzuki Sensei's head on my bed and the memories from yesterday night came back to me. He raised his head and looked at me sadly. I was shocked and couldn't say anything.

After a long silence Suzuki Sensei said: " Ahmm... I have to go."

he wanted to go but I grabbed his hand and said: "I have to tell you something. When I said I love you, I didn't mean it as a joke. I'm seriously in love with you. I'm sorry that you had to hear it in a situation like in the bar."

He asked crying: "Are you really in love with me?"

He was so cute that I couldn't do something else as to jump on him and kiss him deeply.

His cheeks turned red. I said with tears in my eyes: "I don't know how I should make you believe me. But what I know is that I just love you even if I don't know why."

Suddenly he kissed me back and said: "Then I should just trust you."





The next day

I was in the city to buy something, for example food and clothes. On my way home, I saw Suzuki Sensei hugging with a man. I was angry, so I ran to them and took Sensei to my house.

When we arrived home, I closed the door and kiss him like crazy. He couldn't breathe and tried to pull me away. When I noticed it, I stopped kissing him and I hugged him.

"You can't hug somebody other then me. I don't like it." I said.

He hugged me back and said: "Are you jealous? You know that I only love you and that he's just a friend."

"But you didn't tell me that you love me. How should I know it? Are you sure that you don't feel just sympathy?" I asked him seriously.

"Hey... I wouldn't go with someone out of sympathy. I love you, okey....Even when you are my student."

I took his hand and pulled him to my room. Then I threw him to my bed and began to kiss him. First I kissed his lips, then up to his nipple and began to play with them. He groaned out loud. I kissed up to his dick and gave him a blowjob. Then I began to play with his back. First I put just one finger, then two, then three....

His back was tighten up to take me. I put my dick in one go and he tried to catch his breath. I whispered over and over again that I love him. When he had his climax, he replayed me with: "I love you too."

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The next day I woke up and saw Sensei sleeping next to me. I was so happy looking at him sleeping. I didn't noticed that he woke up and was looking at me.

"What are you looking at?" he asked me with a sleepy voice.

"Nothing." I reply shyly. "Do you want to eat something? I can order it for you."

He looked at me with his sleepy and lovely eyes silently.

"What?", I asked confused.

"Nothing...", he said looking away. "I want noodle soup, rice and salad with meat.", he said with a blush on his cheeks.

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