Brendon's POV

I walked into class the next day. Nobody else was in the classroom yet. Just me and Mr. Weekes. "So how are you?" Dallon asked putting his hand on my shoulder. I started getting nervous. "Uh - uh okay." "I've been thinking about last night... A lot." "Oh." "Yeah and I really want you to do it again sometime." "Um..." "I want to do it again so bad. Maybe before class starts." He winked at me. "I don't..." "Come on look at how hard I am for you." I looked down just to see that Mr. Weekes did indeed have a boner. I had no idea what I was gonna do. I couldn't tell him no. I didn't want him to get mad at me for refusing him. "O-okay." "Come into my office." I followed him into his office. He closed and locked the door. Then he shut the blinds. I did not want to do this. Mr. Weekes pulled out his dick and walked towards me. "This is gonna feel so fucking good." I tried backing away but he grabbed my hand. I slowly got down on my knees. Mr. Weekes grabbed the back of my head and forced his length into my mouth. I tried to pull back but he wouldn't let me. He kept forcing his dick farther into my mouth. He was making me gag. I tried pulling away again but he still wouldn't let me go. So I bit his dick... Hard. "Shit! what was that for?!" I pushed him away from me. He fell over. He got back up walked over to me and smacked me. I held my cheek. I started to cry. This is so stupid. Why do I have to be so weak. Mr. Weekes. Held me down. He pulled down my pants and I started screaming. "Get off me! Help!" "Shut up you pussy!"

He was about to rape me when I got shaken awake. "Brendon wake up." I was sweating when I saw my dad above me. "Hey buddy what's wrong?" He asked. I just hugged him. I've never been so happy to see my dad in my entire life. "Woah it's okay. You're fine. I got you. What were you dreaming about?" "N-nothing," I cried. "Hey don't cry. It's okay." "Thank you," I said. "You're welcome now get up and get ready for school." My heart started beating faster. I didn't want to go to school. But if I told my dad that I'd have to tell him why I didn't want to go. So I reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for school.

When I got to school I headed to my first class. Music with Mr. Weekes. I was nervous about going. I know it was just a dream but what if he does ask for another blow job. I walked into his classroom. I was the first one there. Mr. Weekes came out of his office and looked at me. "Hey can you come in here and talk to me?" he asked. "Uh sure." No! I don't want to be alone with you in you office. All the alarms in my head were going off. I walked into the office. He shut the door. "Don't lock it!" "I wasn't going to lock it," Mr. Weekes said. "Okay. What do you want." "I want to talk about last night." Please don't say you want me to do it again. "Okay..." "Listen last night I was upset and I wasn't thinking properly I shouldn't have let you... Do that. So I was hoping we could just pretend last night didn't happen." "Oh my god thank you." "What?" "I was so nervous you wanted me to do it again and I realized it was a big mistake and I didn't want to have to tell you no." "Well then I'm glad we're both on the same page. And I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable at all." "It's alright I'm sorry for kissing you by the way." "You're fine we should just never do that again." "Deal." "Good. Now get back to class."