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part one
dear teachers,
phone usage during class is now prohibited. starting tomorrow morning, any phones used during instruction time are to be confiscated and returned at the end of the day. students have also been notified of this measure. use your time wisely, and keep working hard!
best regards,
k. frazier
principal, opium high school
jordan read the e-mail with pursed lips. he knew phone usage was becoming a problem during classes, but he didn't want to be that teacher, especially being new in school and all.
his students thought he was cool, and he often let things slide for the sake of being in their good graces. it wasn't long ago that jordan was a student himself, so he had an idea of how everyone felt about being restricted from using their phones. but if that were the school policy, he would have to abide by it. after all, he loved his job as an english teacher and didn't want to do anything to disrupt his position.
some of the students complained about the new procedure the following day, but surprisingly, they all complied. by the third period, no one had used their phone, and jordan breathed a little better at not having to deal with the issue.
class with the seniors was usually chill, and jordan made it enjoyable enough for the majority to follow. during a heated debate between bobby and noah on lord of the flies, jordan heard a chuckle from the back of the class. he looked up at the handful of kids who usually sat at the back and noticed symere looking down at their lap with a smirk on their face. it didn't take a genius to figure out that they were discreetly using their phone.
now, here's the thing about symere woods. they were incredibly smart but also a hardass bully with a foul mouth. they were repeating their senior year after flunking the previous year. jordan knew the woods family as negative people who didn't amount to much in life, and so far, not one of them had graduated high school, so the fact that symere had made it this far was kind of remarkable.
jordan was also intimidated by the kid. he might be a few years older, but every time those dead, brown eyes bore into his, jordan felt a knot in his stomach and tingling all over his body that he couldn't quite explain. jordan knows he's developing a crush on symere, but given how they're his underaged student, he also knows that he must shut that shit down. the faster, the better.
but man, they were hot! jordan let the debate continue and snook towards the back of the class, his eyes never leaving an unsuspecting symere. he took in their appearance, the purple locs divided into two ponytails, with a singular loc falling over their forehead. they wore a black tank top, which did nothing to hide the toned biceps and stocky torso, and if jordan looked harder, he could see two hardened mounds where the nipples should be. he gulped and forced his sinful thoughts away when he stood before symere's desk.
"mere, what are you doing?" jordan asked while trying to keep a steady voice.
the class fell silent; all heads turned as symere looked up with a scowl.
perfectly shaped eyebrows shot up the student's forehead as they regarded jordan, but then their features softened in a smirk.
"nothing much," they shrugged mischievously.
jordan felt his stomach churn from the confrontation. and it wasn't because those brown eyes were slowly roaming all over his body. absolutely not.
"you know you can't use any outside devices in class, symere," jordan said, trying to sound authoritative. but who was he kidding? he felt his face blushing the more symere stared at him. jordan might be four years older (and taller by nearly half a foot) than symere, but at that moment, he felt small under that piercing gaze.
"m'not using my phone, mr. carter," the student replied sarcastically.
jordan had quite enough of this silly game because he knew what he'd seen and wasn't fucking crazy—and with a resolve he wasn't necessarily feeling, he moved closer to the desk and reached out his hand.
"hand over the phone, sy," he ordered as his hand shook slightly.
some of the students giggled, and symere shut them down with a baleful look, turning their focus back on their teacher.
"or what?" they challenged with a drawl that had jordan's legs turn to jell-o.
fuck this kid and the shitty-ass car they rode in that morning. why did they have to make his life so difficult?
"or, you'll be getting detention for the rest of the week," jordan replied as he crossed both arms on his chest.
"detention. really? what are we in, middle school?" symere scoffed. the rest of the class laughed, enjoying the entertainment.
jordan's brow curled up his forehead. "your choice, symere," he said as he reached out his hand again. surprisingly, the kid pulled their phone from beneath the desk and dropped it into jordan's awaiting palm.
"whatever, weirdo. i'll come for it later," they finished with an eye roll.
the phone burned into jordan's hand, but satisfied that the altercation didn't get out of hand, he returned to his desk, where he dropped the device inside the drawer. the class finished without further distractions, and jordan was finally left alone when the students ambled out of the room for lunch.
jordan locked the door behind the last kid and flopped down in his chair, intent on grading some assignments. not even five minutes after he started, though, he heard the sound of a notification going off from inside the drawer. he decided to let it go, but the chimes kept going off one after the other, and he couldn't concentrate on the work in front of him.
jordan took out the phone as another notification came through, the device vibrating in his hand. someone was hell-bent on reaching symere, and he felt slightly guilty for having confiscated the phone. what if it was important? should he find them and return it?
he had to be assertive, or else his students would walk all over him if they caught wind of his leniency.
the device chimed yet again, and jordan pressed the button on the side of the battered iphone, intent on muting it, when all the blood rushed south, and he gasped audibly. the phone had no password, so as soon as jordan had turned it on, he found himself staring at the last app symere had been using.
the gallery's thumbnails popped out on the screen, and the images burned for life into jordan's retinas. he scrambled to turn off the phone, but it was too late. he had seen each and every image, and as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, those images kept flowing in his head in vivid detail.
he dropped the device back into the drawer and locked it inside, hoping that if it weren't visible, he would stop remembering. but in this case, out of sight, out of mind wasn't working. if anything, knowing that it was in the vicinity was doing things to jordan's willpower.
he drummed his fingers on the desk as he tried to focus on the paper before him, but that gallery might as well have been calling his name because that's all he could think of.
jordan knew he shouldn't, but as the seconds turned to minutes, his resolve steadfastly chipped away until he couldn't take it anymore. he promised himself he would just take a peek to make sure that what he saw the first time was indeed there and that he hadn't been hallucinating. so he pulled the device back out with a trembling hand and switched it on.
the first nine or so thumbnails greeted him again. nothing had changed. jordan focused on the first one: a dick pic. the one next to it: a dick pic from a different angle. the third: a slender hand holding the same dick - jordan would recognize that hand anywhere with the extravagant jewelry on its knuckles.
the rest of the small pictures were all similar, with a few ass pics thrown in there as if the dick pics weren't enough to have jordan panting in his chair.
he clicked on the first picture. by then, caution and guilt had flown out of the window. it was like jordan's body had been taken over by someone else. someone who was handed a pandora's box and couldn't help but open it and revel in its secrets.
jordan stared at the hardened cock on the screen, his mouth watering at how sexy it looked. it was, without question, symere's, and even though jordan knew that what he was doing was all sorts of wrong and creepy, he couldn't help but admire the uncut shaft, with a prominent vein going up on the side. a smattering of dark pubic hair fanned behind the engorged member, where it rested on a well-defined belly.
by then, jordan was hard, and he had to adjust himself in his jeans as he scrolled onto the following image. in this one, symere held their dick at the base, pulling it away from their body, where it stood long and erect with a tiny bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"oh fuck," jordan groaned as his cock twitched at the sight. his tongue ached to lick that slit and taste all that goodness. he palmed himself over the jeans, the pressure giving him instant relief.
when he reached the ass photo, jordan nearly came in his pants. up until that point, he had no idea if his student was gay or straight or whatever the fuck, but symere's knuckle buried inside their hole was screaming for his attention.
he stared at the bulbous cheeks in fascination, wishing this was a video, not just a photo. he could only imagine symere's sounds as they fingered themselves open.
jordan quickly returned to the gallery and scrolled lower, hoping to find what he wished for, but unfortunately, there weren't any videos. he clicked on another ass image. this one showed a slightly gaping puckered hole, inviting jordan to its heat and depth. he wondered how it would feel as he licked the rim and then pushed inside, how symere would moan at being eaten.
don't be a pervert, jordan.
jordan quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled his cock out, not even thinking of the fact that he was inside a school with everyone else behind his locked classroom door. his dick was doing all the thinking for him. he fisted his shaft, his eyes never leaving the sinful image of an exposed symere. jordan stroked and jerked himself, the relief having him pant and moan in the otherwise silent room.
it didn't take long for jordan to reach his climax—not with that perfect view on the screen, added with a fantasy of symere bending for him right on his desk and begging to be pounded. soon, he was spilling in his hand and all over symere's phone with a guttural moan that had him bite his lip to dampen the sound. he sat there for a few minutes, stunned while catching his breath, and then he scrambled to clean up the dirty evidence, all the while berating himself for losing control.
as the lust haze trickled off him, guilt returned tenfold. what the fuck had he done, and how could he let it go this far? jordan exited out of the gallery and switched off the phone, then threw it back in the drawer in disgust. he had just crossed a major boundary.
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as the last bell shrilled at three o'clock that afternoon, jordan found he was barely functioning. his anxiety was through the roof, and when a few minutes later, symere walked into the classroom without knocking on the door, jordan couldn't even look at them.
he handed the phone to symere without saying a word, but his student stood before the desk until jordan looked up, meeting amused brown eyes.
he cleared his throat, knowing he had to say something to his student, reprimanding them for using the phone in class maybe - or something to diffuse the tension that had settled in the classroom.
"uh, look—don't use this again," he managed to stammer out, his face blushing, rivaling his previous hair color.
symere smirked and pocketed the phone. they saluted jordan and then exited the room without a word. jordan watched them swagger away, that irresistible strut starting an inferno inside of him, which shouldn't have been possible, seeing how he had emptied a week's worth of sexual frustration a few hours before.
symere fucking woods was going to be the death of him.
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for the coming few days, jordan went to school with trepidation. it was a new feeling for him, seeing how much he always loved school, even as a student, and even more now that he got to sit on the other side of the room and teach his favorite subject. but the prospect of seeing symere again was eating at him. he's never known guilt this imperishable.
miraculously, symere hadn't graced the school with their presence. it shouldn't have been that unforeseen, though, as they tended to miss every few days for whatever reason.
so jordan found himself relaxing, getting back in his groove, and by the third day, he had all but forgotten the phone incident and the shameful masturbatory session that had ensued right in his classroom.
but as with everything, the good time was short-lived because symere walked into class ten minutes late on a friday with all the confidence in the world.
"'sup, carti? missed me?" the student said as they plopped down into at their usual seat at the back of the class.
"you're late, again," jordan muttered as he straightened where he was perched sitting on the edge of his desk.
"yeah, sorry about that, sir. had to take a piss," quipped symere unashamedly, which made the class giggle.
so immature...
"alright, settle down," jordan ordered, trying to gain some control. "open the book to page ninety-seven and read the passage. i'll be calling on random people to answer questions about it when you're all done."
the class started reading, and jordan reviewed some notes at his desk, but some minutes later, the peaceful silence was interrupted by a chime that sent a shiver down jordan's back. it was the same sound of symere's notifications, and jordan felt all the shame and guilt choking him as he remembered what he'd done earlier that week.
the phone went off again, and jordan shot up from his chair as if he got hit by a lightning bolt.
"will you ever learn your lesson?" jordan sighed as he strode to symere's desk in three long steps. "hand it over."
symere bit their lip, eyes widening slightly in surprise at the teacher's reaction as they relinquished the phone without resistance, leaving jordan perplexed.
with a pounding heart, jordan returned to the waiting assignments as the class resumed their reading; with the device now in his proximity, he found himself unable to concentrate. his fingers itched to power it on and delve into that accursed photo gallery, its images clamoring for his attention, his curiosity wondering if there were any new nude self-portraits.
the following twenty minutes were pure agony as jordan's determination and willpower engaged in an internal battle. and when the students finally departed, he nearly wept with a mix of relief and frustration.
he couldn't look again. he wouldn't look again. jordan carter wasn't some demented predator who preyed on his students, damn it.