“Oh! My! What are you doing with that sandwich, you filthy boy?” I saw Ms. Smith, my teacher, towering over me with a horrified face of disbelief. So, I had finally gotten caught. Every day, just as lunch started, I would ask to go to the bathroom, hiding my sandwich underneath my shirt.
My mom makes the best, thickest sandwiches on the entire planet. I always complimented her and would help her pick out the meat and bread on grocery day. My mom would now know why I was so complimentary. Man, that was going to be embarrassing. What about my classmates? Would it get out that I was masturbating with a turkey on white bread with a healthy dose of Hellman’s Real Mayo for just the right lube?
“You have 2 minutes to clean yourself up and see me in my classroom!” I had never heard my teacher yell before. All the students, including me, got along with her and respected her firmness without testing it. I did as she asked, cleaning up my penis and throwing away the sandwich. I felt sadness as it hit the bottom of the trash can. It was my favorite bread, and Mom had perfected the ratios.
I hung my head as I walked into Ms. Smith’s classroom. It was just her and me. “Go ahead and take your seat. I will need to see you after school.” I nodded my head, and that was all she said. The rest of the day went without anyone acting like they knew anything.
Ms. Smith looked different after school. Something about her. She had her hair down, and her blouse was unbuttoned a little. I didn’t understand what was happening. “Sit down!” She said sternly. She leaned over my desk, and I could see between her perky tits down to her slender stomach. “What exactly was going on in the bathroom stall today? What the fuck did I see?”
She cursed? This was a different side. If she was trying to scare me, it was working. I stammered but didn’t want to rehash the little thing I did daily while all the other kids ate lunch.
She leaned in closer to me. I could feel the heat of her body. Besides my mother, this was the closest I had been to a grown woman, and I felt my pecker twitching. It’s not the right time, dude. I told it, but it never listened to me. “Look! I hold all the cards here. All I have to do is call the Principle in here, and you are fucked! Everyone in school, plus your parents, will know what you did. What I saw you do!”
“Please! Please! Don’t do that!” My face turned red, and tears escaped.
“Stop whining and start talking! What did I see you doing in the boy’s bathroom stall?”
“I masturbate to my sandwich!” I blurted out.
She smiled. “So, you take your sandwich and rub your cock until you cum?” She was touching and rubbing the open part of her blouse. Her lips were parted, and I could have sworn she breathed a little heavily.
“Yes.”
“Wow! You are a weird fucker aren’t you?” She laughed, but I didn’t find it funny.
I promise it won’t happen again.
She threw her head back, laughing. I failed to see the humor. “You will! This is an addiction!” She turned away from me, picking up a plastic bag from her desk. She then walked over to the door to her classroom and locked it. Confusion and fear crept over my 10-year-old little mind.
Ms. Smith placed the bag in front of me. “Show me!”
“What?” I was even more confused.
“Open up the bag and show me!” I did as she asked. The bag contained a freshly made sandwich. My pecker immediately stood to attention. What the fuck was happening? Was she asking me to do it in front of her?
It was a roasted chicken thickly sliced with mayo and sourdough bread. My mouth was salivating, but not from the kind of hunger a normal kid would have. No! I needed those chick slices sliding between my meat.
“You want me to eat it?” I knew she didn’t want it, but I couldn’t wrap my brain around it.
“You know what I want! Take out your little boy’s dick, and let me see you cum all over it! Otherwise, I am going to call the fucking Principle and then your mother.”
I didn’t question her again. I unzipped my pants, sliding them with my underwear to my thighs. It was throbbing as I watched her sit next to me. Her eyes were trained on my cock. It turned me on even more, and she was also into it.
She leaned in as I took the sandwich and positioned it. The bread felt so soft and inviting. The meat was still cold, which wasn’t usually when I ate lunch at school. The bread slid past the tip and down my shaft. I was focused on the experience, but I heard her breathing heavily. Up and down as it poked out the other side. The mayo lube was light, but it was her first time. The texture of the chicken rubbing against me more than made up for it.
I tried to edge, but I looked over and saw Ms. Smith had her blouse completely unbuttoned, and her perky tits were out. I gasped, and she gave me an approving smile. “I had no idea this would be so hot! Fuck!”
Precum oozed, mixing with the wetness of the chicken and mayo. The bread was now fully enmeshed in my hand as the last few moments became a symphony of endorphins. The intensity was overwhelming as I exploded! It overflows from the boundaries of the bread, meat, and mayo. Something so beautiful has occurred, and neither of us speaks for a moment.
“Why is that so fucking hot?” I could see the perplexed look on her face. She kissed me on the cheek. “You are so young, but I am so attracted to you now! This is very wrong, and I fucking love it.” She grabbed my face and planted a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. “I want you to do this with me every day after school…no one will ever know. I will make sure of it!”
I nodded my head. She handed me a towel, and I cleaned up. I walked home that day knowing my life would be changed forever. The next day after school, Ms. Smith asked me what other food items I might be into. I told her sometimes my mom would include raw carrots, and I would stick them up my asshole. She moaned. “Fuck, baby! That is just as hot as the sandwich…maybe even hotter! I will be the one to put them up there, though. I want to experience all of this with you. I have never met anyone like you. I went home and masturbated all night to the thought of you and that sandwich. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
I didn’t say anything. She got on her knees with me standing in front of her. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down with the underwear. My cock pulsating as she leaned forward, kissing the tip of it. She got out the sandwich she prepared. Our eyes locked as she slid it around me. Her hands worked it up and down slowly. She licked the mayo from my shaft. I wanted to cum right then, but I was able to hold off a little longer.
I couldn’t believe my hot teacher was sucking my dick right now while she entertained my sandwich fetish. This was literally paradise. I had no idea how incredible it would feel to have someone else be just as excited as I was about my dark secret.
She licked and kissed me over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. I spewed all over her face. Her cute button nose was covered in my cum. I was worried she would be mad, but she wasn’t. “Fuck that was so amazing! You are so cute, baby. I love the time we spend together.”
I grinned. “If only the kids in my class could see us!”
She got serious. “They can never know about this, babe! You can’t ever tell anyone. I would lose my job, and you would forever be known as the boy who masturbated to sandwiches. I would make sure everyone found out.” She brought her phone out and snapped a pic of my cock slathered in mayo, bits of bread, and turkey meat.
“What did you do that for?” I was horrified.
“Insurance, babydoll! You tell anyone about our playtime, and I will post it all over social media. The world will know forever what nasty things you do!”
I felt tears well up but quickly choked them back. “I would never tell anyone.”
She stood up and patted me on the shoulder. “Good boy!” she smiled again, but it wasn’t as genuine as before. We both need to clean up, and you have to get home. We have that quiz tomorrow. You need to study!”
“Yes, Ms. Smith.” I ran home, concerned and paranoid that she would post that picture. We both had skin in the game and would have a lot to lose if anyone found out.
I aced my quiz, and Ms. Smith was ready for me with a bag of treats after school. “Pull down your pants and bend over, babe!” She was in a much better mood, and it calmed my anxiety a lot. “I have some fresh veggies to put up that asshole!”
I couldn’t remove my pants fast enough. I bent over her desk with my ass exposed. She smacked it hard several times, and I winced in pain. It also turned me on! I couldn’t believe I was into all this.
She lubed me with some mayo from her sandwich and shoved a shiny, bright orange baby carrot. The further she pushed them in, the harder I got. Ms. Smith worked my cock into a frenzy with her hands. They felt like angels getting me off.