Biology Lessons With Stepdad

Danny's POV

"Fuck, he would be here again in five minutes."

I paced around the small square of the carpet in my room, my heart hammered against my ribs so hard I felt like my chest was actually going to crack open. Why did he touch me like that? I mean does every step dad touch their son's ass? I asked myself while panicking.

"Urghhh," I groaned. Was this normal? Or am I just overreacting."

If he knew I lust over him, he wouldn't had touched me like that. Now I can't stop thinking about him. His dark messy hair. His height and broad chest . Honestly Mr Chadwick had the look of a greek God. I could worship him right now. The way he grabbed and squeezed my ass, with just one hand, it made me melt in that very instant.

I couldn't stop thinking about the sounds from my mum's bedroom. I could almost visualize their skin against each other, the sweats and slamming of ass cheeks. The way my mum moaned his name. That should had been me.

He's coming here. He's coming inside my room. Beads of sweat streamed down my blonde hair as I panicked. He had told me just few minutes ago, he was coming to start my biology lessons.

How will I even concentrate on the lesson, when a fine dashing man was the one teaching me. I quickly used my sweater and scrubbed off the strawberry gloss from my lips. I should clean it off first, he honestly hated lipgloss on me. I just had to look normal, not to piss him off again. Though to be honest, I liked him more when he gets angry. It was a total turn on. That feisty face.

Mr Chadwick didn't knock. He just opened my door and walked into my room.

He was wearing grey sweatpants but he was shirtless and his hair still messy yet perfect. He was so tall, his head nearly brushed at the top of my door frame.

He looked around my room with a disgusted curiosity, his eyes landed on my naked brush and the pink decors I had used to decorate my room.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the chair at my desk.

I sat down. My legs felt like they were made of jelly. I honestly should have ripped off those pink designs but I totally forgot about it. His presence made me feel so small and hot. He reached out and snatched my sketchbook off my desk.

My eyes widened in terror, as he picked my sketchbook. I had totally forgot to hide that too. I was such a dummy. I lowered my head in shame. What's in there could expose a lot of things I had been hiding from him. I should do something.

"No, wait don't open that. It's private," I whispered my voice cracking.

"Nothing in this house is private anymore, Danny," Chadwick said, his voice dropping an octave.

He flipped the cover open. The silence that followed was deafening as he flipped through the pages. At that moment I honestly wished the earth would swallow me up. That sketchbook was my private book.

It was a diary of my obsession. Page after page of a naked man, not just any man. It was a rough sketch of Mr Chadwick's naked body. I had never seen him naked before I just imagined it while he teaches in class and then I draw them. I honestly hoped he doesn't realize it.

Chadwick closed it with a sharp thud. He sighed heavily and let out a dry, rattling laugh. He leaned down, his hands gripping tight on my chair, trapping me.

"The drawings," Chadwick murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "They are all naked men, Danny. Are you a pervert or like a psychotic stalker?"

He didn't let me answer. He swallowed hard. "It's ...just art. I was just practicing..."

Chadwick leaned even closer, his chest almost brushing mine. "Instead of obsessing over their naked bodies, be bold enough to confess your feelings, you little slut."

The statement hit me hard. "Little slut? I asked. No! No, I am not even gay. I just love drawing. I swear."

I was shaking. Anybody could tell I just blurted out a lie. I couldn't help it my hands were trembling, and I knew damn well Chadwick could see through me. At least I should be grateful he didn't realize those were drawings of him.

Mr Chadwick's gaze dropped to those shaking hands of mine. A dark, low smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You also fail at lying. Your body tells a whole completely different story. Embrace who you are Danny, I hate cowards."

He reached out, his hand sliding behind my neck. His fingers tangled at the nape of my neck, just enough to force my head back. I let out a pathetic whimper as he forced me to look into his blue stormy eyes.

"My .....mum can't find out," I said.

"Good," Chadwick said, his thumb brushing against my jawline. "You are scared of your mum, I like that. Now open your textbook. And let's see if you can focus on it. If you don't want me to tell on you, don't disappoint me."

I quickly picked up my biology book, blurring past some pages. Mr Chadwick didn't move. He stayed right there, leaning over me. One of his hand still resting on my neck.

"You see that right there. The nervous system," Chadwick pointed out to my book. "It explains the fight or flight response, Danny. Since you seem to be experiencing it right now."

I honestly didn't understand it anymore. I didn't understand Mr Chadwick. Does he know how seductive this was? The way he leaned over me made me feel so helpless and uncomfortable. I wish I could just turn over and kiss his tantalizing natural pink lips that were so close to my neck.

"It's.... it's when the heart increases," I stammered, trying to read the tiny text. "The body prepares to...to run or fight."

Mr Chadwick went silent. The only thing I could feel was his hot breath and the thick air looming in my room.

"And what happens when the body can't run?" Chadwick's voice was like a low vibration against my right ear.

"What happens when it's trapped? When it has no choice but to react?"

Before I could even blink or think of an answer, Chadwick's hand slid down from my neck. The hairs on my skin all stood attention, his hand didn't stop at my shoulder. It traveled down my chest, over my pink sweater and moved with a terrifying purpose toward my lap.

My breath hitched, a broken, low sound escaped my throat as Chadwick's large palm landed directly over the bulge in my tight flares.

Chadwick didn't stop there. He gripped me, his fingers curling with a slow, agonizing pressure that made my vision go white.

"You bloody liar. Chadwick whispered, his lips brushing the back of my ear. "You aren't just gay. But you have the hots for me too. Your body is literally yearning for more of my touch."