Playing Games

In this game, Xander's teacher helps him come out of the closet


Xander paused outside his apartment. He knew Spike thought he had an authority figure kink. But it wasn’t really that. It was more a teacher kink. He couldn’t help it. He hated getting in trouble so teachers made him nervous. On the other hand, being in trouble and made to do...stuff. He really got off on being told what to do. So he’d finally talked about it with Spike and tonight they were going to play. Xander grinned. If things went as planned, however, Spike might be getting a little surprise tonight.
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Xander knocked on the door and waited. He was really nervous. He couldn’t believe Mr. Anderson had asked him to come to his house. Well not really asked. More like ordered. Xander didn’t have any more time to worry because the door opened. Xander stared for a minute. It was weird seeing the man outside of school. He took in the wavy brown hair, gold-rimmed glasses, shirt and tie still on but the shirtsleeves rolled up casually. He looked just the same as he did at school and somehow that was even weirder.

“Mr. Harris. You’re right on time. Please, come in.”

The man didn’t sound angry and Xander relaxed a little. He took a seat on the couch and Mr. Anderson sat down on a chair across from him.

“I don’t usually invite students to my home, Alexander, but I felt that this was important.”

“Is something wrong, sir?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I’ve noticed a significant drop in your grade in the last few weeks, Alexander. And when you are in class, you’re distracted. I can tell that your mind isn’t where it should be.”

Xander groaned. He hadn’t realized that Mr. Anderson had noticed that he was preoccupied lately. What was he supposed to do now? It wasn’t like he could tell the man the real problem. That the reason Xander wasn’t concentrating on the lectures was because he was too busy drooling over his teacher. Yeah, that’d go over well.

“I’m sorry, sir. I guess I haven’t been paying attention lately. I’ll try to do better.” He stood up to leave.

“Sit down, Alexander. This discussion isn’t over yet.”

Xander gaped at the commanding tone and sat.

“I asked you a question and I expect the truth from you. Not some excuse you think will placate me.”

“Sir, really, I...”

“Quiet. I know exactly what your problem is, Alexander.”

He did? He couldn’t. Could he?

“Sir...”

“I said quiet, Alexander. I’ve been watching you in class lately. I can see that your mind is wandering. That you’re lost in your own thoughts. And I know exactly what you’re thinking about.” He paused for a moment and made sure the boy was looking him in the eye before he continued. “Sex. It’s not surprising. Most boys your age are doing the same thing. You, however, are different because you’re not imaging having sex with the head cheerleader or the prom queen. Are you, Alexander? Your tastes run to the more masculine, don‘t they?”

Xander just gaped. He hadn’t even told Willow that he was about 100% sure he was gay. How the hell could Mr. Anderson know that? Did the man read minds? Actually, considering this was the Hellmouth that was probably a possibility. He squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mr. Anderson smiled. “Yes, I think you do. And there’s no reason to be ashamed.”

Ok, so the man had figured out he was gay. He hadn’t guessed the object of Xander’s crush so that was good. Mr. Anderson probably thought that Xander needed someone to talk to. Fine. He could do that. He would come out to his History teacher and then get the hell home so he could die of embarrassment in peace.

“You’re right, sir. I haven’t been paying attention. Because I’ve been...well I’ve been thinking. About sex. With a guy. And...well it’s kinda been scary.”

“I take it you haven’t done anything about this newfound knowledge of yours.”

“You mean finding another guy to...”

Xander trailed off miserably. He was so not talking about gay sex with his teacher. His male teacher. Who he wanted to have the said gay sex with. Not talking about that at all.

“Listen, sir. I really appreciate you trying to help and all but I can’t talk about this with you. I really need to go now.”

He made a beeline for the door. Just as he put his hand on the knob, another closed over his. Warm breath in his ear, as Mr. Anderson spoke.

“You’re not leaving just yet, Alexander.”

The older man had originally planned on a gentle seduction. But Xander was too keyed up. He decided to change his tactics. He let his body press into Xander’s briefly and was rewarded with a shiver that ran the length of Xander’s body.

“Come with me.”

Mr. Anderson took Xander’s wrist and made the boy follow him to a door on the other side of the living room. Xander gulped when he realized that it was his teacher’s bedroom.

“I don’t think that this is a good idea, Mr. Anderson.”

Mr. Anderson smiled. It wasn’t exactly a reassuring smile and Xander shivered. “Considering you and I are going to get very well acquainted tonight, Alexander, I think you can call me by my first name. It’s William.”

William led Xander over to the bed. He went and turned on the bathroom light and then closed the door most of the way. This left the room bright enough so that Xander could see but not so bright that he felt like he was under a spotlight. William came back over to the bed and opened the bedside table drawer. Xander flushed when he realized that the other man had retrieved a tube of lube and laid it on the nightstand. William caught the blush.

“Don’t worry, Alexander. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do. In fact, for right now I’m going to be sitting over here.”

William walked over and seated himself in a comfortable armchair at the foot of the bed.

“Now, I don’t want you to think about anything except listening to me. To the sound of my voice. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. Understood?”

Xander could only nod mutely. How did he get himself into these situations?

“Good. You’re in your room at home. You’ve just come home from school and you’ve been thinking those thoughts again. The naughty ones involving a certain History teacher. You’re so hard from thinking about me, imagining all the things you want to do with me.”

Xander closed his eyes. He concentrated on that smooth, soft voice coming from the foot of the bed.

“That’s it. You take off your shirt and let your hands wander over your chest, imaging they’re my hands on you.”

Xander slid his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over his chest, lightly raking his nipples until they were hard.

“Just like that. You’re so hard that your jeans are uncomfortable. Take them off and lie on the bed.”

With shaking hands, Xander undid his jeans and let them drop. He kicked them off and then crawled into bed, nude. He lay on his back and waited.

“Beautiful. You’re so hard now. You stroke yourself, slowly, because you don’t want this to end too soon. You stroke that hard, beautiful cock and all the while you’re imagining it’s me touching you like that.”

Xander reached down lightly ran one hand along his shaft. He was achingly hard and it felt so good to touch himself like this. He began to stroke himself; long, languid strokes that made him sigh with pleasure. He rubbed his hand over the head of his shaft, gathering the drops of pre-come there. He worked the slickness over the length of his cock, making it glisten wetly in the soft light of the lamp.

“Good, Alexander. That’s so good.”

The voice from the shadows wasn’t quite so steady this time and Xander hid a smile.

“Show me how you touch yourself. Tell me what you think of when you’re alone in your room like this.”

It was the opening Xander had been waiting for. He reached out and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. Then he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips, wiggling around until he was comfortable. He heard a soft groan from the armchair and hid another smile.
He spread his legs and planted his feet firmly on the bed. He squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm and then rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he let one hand rest on the bed as he wrapped the other around his cock and began to stroke himself.

“Think about you when I do this. About your eyes, your lips, the sound of your voice. Think about the way you smell, the way you move. Wonder what you would feel like. Your body on mine.” Xander’s voice hitched as his breath caught in his throat. He began to move his hand faster. “Wonder what it would feel like to have your hand on me, touching my cock.” He moved his other hand until he could brush a finger over his hole. He knew William could see every movement he was making and it made him groan. He carefully slid one slick finger inside himself. “Oh that’s so good.” He moved his finger so he could rub his prostate and moaned. He slid in a second finger and began to work them in and out, arching his hips as he worked the sensitive nub over and over. He kept steadily working his cock while he slowly fucked himself. Sweat broke out over his body as he rocked on the bed.

“Hmm. So good. Think about when you when I touch myself. Wonder what it would feel like to have your hands on me. To have your cock inside me.”

“Bloody hell.”

Frantic movements from the end of the bed and then Xander wasn’t alone anymore. He opened his eyes to find William watching him. He felt a finger brush his opening and removed his fingers. He groaned low in his throat when he was immediately filled again by William’s hard cock.

“Yessss.”

It was a blissful sigh that sent a shudder through William. He lowered himself until he was lying fully on Xander and then he began to move.

Xander moaned and wrapped his legs around William’s waist. His cock was being stroked between their hard bellies and he arched up, wanting more friction. More contact. Just...more.

“More, William. Please.”

William buried his head in Xander’s shoulder and began to rock his hips harder. He felt Xander shudder under him as his cock found Xander’s prostate. He moved faster, drawing hoarse moans from Xander.

Xander was panting hard, unable to take full breaths. He moaned and arched his hips to take William deeper. He felt the man shudder and smiled. He clenched his muscles tightly around the cock buried in his ass.

“Xander!” William came with a hoarse cry, emptying himself inside Xander.

Xander felt the pulsating of William’s shaft as he came and the sensation sent him over the edge. He gave one last cry as he covered their bellies with his come.
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“Where in the bloody hell did you learn that?”

Xander laughed at the surprise evident in Spike’s tone. His little plan had worked like a charm. “Angel. The night we played master vampire. He said I should do it for you sometime. He said you’d like it.”

Spike chuckled. “Peaches thinks he knows me, does he?”

Xander gave him a slow, satisfied smile. “Considering the fact that you just fucked me into the mattress, I’d say he was right.”

Spike laughed and leaned up to kiss Xander. “Guess he was at that.” He kissed Xander again, not stopping until his boy was breathless. “Sorry, pet. This didn’t go exactly how I had it planned.”

“Nope. But it went exactly how I had it planned.”

Spike looked shocked then he grinned. “Well well. Aren’t you just full of surprises?”

Xander grinned happily. “Yep.”

They lay quietly and Xander was just drifting off when Spike whispered to him.

“So, Xander. Got any other new tricks up your sleeve?”