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Jerma had a think about how to approach his conversation with Ludwig on why he should not make advances towards him when his son was in the room. He thought about how he would scold Ludwig without triggering that rebellious teenage side that would make him want to do it more. If he did nothing, it wouldn’t stop. If he approached it wrong, it would encourage him.
Ludwig arrived at his office as delighted as can be. Jerma wasn’t sure if he was still happy about his behaviour the day before, or if it was another thing.
“Do you want me in prison?” Jerma asked as Ludwig sat down.
Ludwig was visibly taken aback by the sudden attack. “Huh?”
“You can’t be so bold in front of other people,” Jerma said, “and you certainly can’t do that in front of my son.”
“Oh, please,” Ludwig scoffed. “Don’t act like you didn’t f*cking love it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You got so hard so fast when I was kissing you when your kid was gone,” Ludwig said, “and again when he was beside you. I was wearing shoes and I could still feel it. So, don’t try to act all high and mighty when I know a little f*cked up part of you wanted your son to see you like that.”
Jerma was speechless. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish gasping for air, finding words to string together to defend himself.
“I’m only saying this sh*t because you’re trying to act like I’m the bad guy,” Ludwig said. “I couldn’t care less what gets you off. All I care about is that it gets you off. That’s all I want.”
“You should care,” Jerma said, “when you’re trying to fulfil a f*cked-up fantasy for me when I don’t want you to. Just because it’s something that turns me on doesn’t mean it should happen.”
“So, you admit that your son seeing you with a teenager would turn you on,” Ludwig said triumphantly.
“I’ll always be honest with you, Ludwig,” Jerma said. “I’ve trusted you with things before, and you’ve never let me down. I know I can trust you with this. You might think I’m a f*cked-up individual for this, but what you don’t know is, I’m not the only person with these thoughts. Grown-ups don’t talk about this with you because they don’t think you’re mature enough to handle it, but I know you are, Lud.”
“You mean it’s normal for fathers to want their sons to know they’re a pervert.”
“It’s normal for parents to fantasise about worst possible scenarios,” Jerma explained. “The body and the brain don’t work together all of the time. My body’s reaction to a horrible scenario may not fit what my mind wants. But I’m really just an animal – you know what I mean – so I can’t help how I react.”
“Oh, okay,” Ludwig said. “That makes sense.”
“I knew you’d understand, kid,” Jerma said.
Jerma could spew the biggest load of nonsense. He could build up a fake foundation of fallacies, and, as long as he told Ludwig how smart and mature and wonderful he was, Ludwig would eat up every word like fact. Ludwig may have been a clever kid, but the praise and appreciation of an older man could turn Einstein into a naïve little boy.
“I’m surprised you haven’t pounced on me, and started humping me yet after the way you acted yesterday,” Jerma said.
“I really want to,” Ludwig said.
“I have another idea that might work to distract from cumming,” Jerma told him. “Wanna test it out?”
“Yessir,” Ludwig grinned, getting to his feet.
He knew the drill. He sat up on the desk, and unbuttoned his jeans for Jerma. It was something for him to learn, and something physical for him. There was no need for emotional connection behind it. Purely his lustful desire for his teacher’s hands on him.
Ludwig placed his hands on Jerma’s biceps as he rubbed him. It was so subtle, but Jerma noticed it. Different from the way he’d lean back with his hands on the table until he had to grab on. Now, Ludwig held him like a comfort, because, no matter how persistent his sex-drive was, Ludwig was not old enough to do this with an adult. He needed comfort throughout this.
“Any woman would be lucky to be with you,” Jerma said, “because of the way you look when you’re getting a hand-job.”
“How do I look?” Ludwig asked breathlessly.
Jerma ran his thumb over the tip to watch those bright, naïve, untouched eyes roll back. “So f*cking sexy.”
Ludwig pulled Jerma in a step closer, tilting his head down.
“A lot of women complain that men don’t react enough when they touch them,” Jerma explained. “I mean, there’s a reason some women don’t really enjoy giving hand-jobs or blowj*bs. They’re not selfish for wanting a reaction. But you make it so good, Lud. If I do anything, if I even just take my hand off...”
He demonstrated, and Ludwig whined needily.
“...you react,” Jerma said.
“That’s attractive to girls?” Ludwig asked. “It’s so – embarrassing.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Jerma assured him. “Are you like this when you masturbat*?”
Ludwig shook his head. “No, you – you make me like this. I can’t even like—f*ck, I can even tr—y to distract myself.”
“You can’t pretend it’s your own hand?” Jerma said.
He shook his head again. “It’s the way you do it.”
“Show me how you do it to yourself,” Jerma said.
“No. I can’t. It’s too embarrassing,” Ludwig told him. “I’ll probably start moaning because you’re watching me.”
“You really like me that much, huh?” Jerma teased. It was beyond flattering. It had been a long time since Jerma felt this attractive.
Ludwig hid his face in Jerma’s chest.
“Oh, Lud,” Jerma laughed, stroking the back of his head. “You’re so cute like this. You make me want to...”
Ludwig waited for him to finish. Then, raised his face to look at him. “To what?”
Jerma shook his head with a smile. “I shouldn’t say.”
That made Ludwig’s whole body shudder in delight. Out of all the debauched things Jerma had said to him, this one he couldn’t. Clearly, it was bad. Clearly, it was something he really shouldn’t want. And that just drove Ludwig so crazy it scared him.
It was terrifying that he wanted Jerma to absolutely use, abuse and destroy him. Recently, he’d been a virgin boy who merely wanted to have sex with a girl, but, now, he wanted everything. Everything from Jerma. Jerma’s contagiously twisted touch had corrupted his mind from just one org*sm. Things he never thought he’d want someone to do to him.
Jerma noticed Ludwig’s trembling, his voice turning breathy and ragged, and his hips trying their best to encourage Jerma’s hand to go faster. Now, Jerma needed to distract Ludwig. Not with his voice, because that did very little to help.
Jerma brought his hand back, and slapped Ludwig across the face. Not too hard as to hurt him too much or leave a mark, but just enough to snap him out of his drive to cum. But, again, it did the opposite of what Jerma intended it to do.
He was expecting it to work, based on Ludwig’s personality, age and experience with sex. Someone who’d barely had sex one time wouldn’t exactly want or expect physical abuse. And, yet, Jerma watched Ludwig cave in his arms with a pitiful cry, and felt Ludwig’s cum run down his fingers.
“Maybe, I was a bit late,” Jerma said. “Sorry. I probably should have told you I was going to do that. It was meant to be unexpected though.”
Ludwig caught his breath shakily, hiding away in Jerma’s chest.
“Are you alright, Lud?” Jerma asked fretfully. “Did I hurt you?”
Ludwig lifted himself up, and leaned his hands on the desk. “Why did I like that so much?”
Jerma laughed. “Oh, thank God. I thought I really upset you.” He planted his hands on Ludwig’s shoulders. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Lud. Part of that was me trying to distract you from your org*sm, and part of that was me testing to see if you’d like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I like doing it,” Jerma said.
“Do you like taking it too?” Ludwig asked.
“Most things I do I like to get as well,” Jerma said. “I’m flexible to whatever you want to do.”
“You’d let me f*ck you?”
Jerma shrugged. “Whatever you want. We can decide that when we get to it. I’ll let you think about it.”
“I don’t need to think about it,” Ludwig said. “I want you to f*ck me. You said you do it good, so, of course, I want to find out what good feels like. Even though I’m not gay.”
“Sure, you’re not,” Jerma said, helping Ludwig with his trousers.
“I’m joking. I’m not stupid,” Ludwig said. “I can’t say I’m not gay when I’m looking at that bulge in your trousers, and my mouth is watering.”
Jerma chuckled. “Another time.”
“Why not now?”
“Not today, Lud.”
“Why not?” Ludwig asked petulantly. “Please.”
Jerma leaned back in his chair.
“Please, let me,” Ludwig begged. “Is it because I’m bad?”
“No, I like the way you give me head,” Jerma said.
“Then, why won’t you let me?” Ludwig whined. “You’re hard.”
“You’re killing me, Lud. You’re seriously begging to suck me off?”
Ludwig’s face fell into shame, but he continued, “Please, sir.”
Jerma tipped his head back on his chair. He was getting palpitations from this. He didn’t want Ludwig sucking him off after sick thoughts had been racing through his mind the moment the boy sat on the table. He didn’t want to allow Ludwig to pleasure him when he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle with his fragile mouth.
Ludwig giggled. “You’re easy.”
“Easy?” Jerma echoed.
“Yeah.” Ludwig shoved his shoe between Jerma’s legs. “You seemed to be so set on me not giving you head, but I’m getting to you now. You wanna f*ck my mouth, don’t you? You wanna f*ck my underage mouth.”
Jerma just laughed. Ludwig was very aware of the person Jerma had to be to want a fifteen-year-old boy. He knew just what to say to rile him up even more. But Jerma was not going to humour him. He was a grown man. He could not be seduced by dirty words and a shoe on his co*ck.
“You’re something else, Lud,” Jerma said. “Learn some patience. You can do it another time.”
Ludwig sighed in defeat, and removed his foot.
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Jerma heard some kids in school talking about a concert from a band whose name he recognised from Emilia talking about them. It didn’t sound all that interesting to him until they mentioned that the tickets were sold out in Massachusetts, and they would have to travel to see the band. That caught his attention.
When he had free time, he immediately looked for tickets online, and he found a venue with tickets still left. With them bought, he was so uncontainably excited to tell Emilia.
The moment he got home, he sprinted upstairs to their room, and burst through their door with so much energy that it made them jump out of their skin.
“f*cking hell, Dad,” they said, clutching their chest. “What if my bare ass was out?”
“I used to change you. It’s fine,” Jerma said as he took a seat on their bed. “Guess what I got you today.”
“You’re freaking me out. Why’re you so excited?” Emilia asked. “Did you start taking drugs? Are you trying to get me into drugs?”
“No, Em, why would I do that?” Jerma said, puzzled. “Anyway, no, I got you tickets to see a band that, right now, I’m praying to f*cking God you still listen to.”
“Mother Mother?” Emilia shot up in their bed.
“Oh, thank God,” Jerma breathed. “Yes, them.”
“But they were sold out here.”
“Well,” Jerma said, clasping his hands to tell them his plan, “I booked flights and a hotel near the venue. And two tickets to the concert. If Mom can’t take time off to go with you, I will, but I’m hoping she’s able to.”
“Oh, my God.” Emilia leapt forward, and wrapped their arms around him. “You’re so f*cking cool. Thank you so much. I hope you get to come. You paid for all of it.”
“No, Mom deserves some time off,” Jerma told them. “She’s had some stressful work recently. It seems to be quieter, which is why I’m hoping she can go with you.”
“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, kid.”
“When is it?” Emilia sat back in their bed. “What date?”
“Wednesday, two weeks’ time,” Jerma said. “I booked the hotel for the night before, and the night of the concert, and then afternoon flights, because I’m sure you’ll be exhausted after.”
“Yeah, I guess Thursdays you have baseball practice,” Emilia said, “and you can’t miss that, right?”
“No, but, obviously, if Mom can’t go, I’ll happily go with you,” Jerma assured them.
They grinned.
