A Private Teacher/Parent Meeting
Commission.
Wes nervously paced his living room, sweat dripping down his body. Clad in a loose pair of shorts and a T-shirt, his bare paws swiftly and wildly paced across the plush carpet. He was anxious, bordering on mental breakdown.
To his left, a man sighed. A laid back and chubby Raichu with rich, alolan colours lounged on the couch, his eyes rolling at the sight of the 15 year old Pikchu's trauma.
"It'll be fine, Wes," The Raichu assured him with a sigh, shaking his head quietly at the sight. "You've nothing to worry about."
"You don't get it, uncle," Wes shot back, his eyes wild. "We never get visits from teachers. They don't feel the need to. It's...weird."
"Well, you make it look like you have something to hide." The Raichu pointed out.
He was right. Wes did have something to hide, to a degree. His grades had been slipping, slowly but surely over the course of several months. He didn't want to admit it, but the source of his poor grades and distraction from his studies was his uncle, and equally his father.
Ever since his father, Carl, had caught him masturbating nearly 6 months ago, his life had never been the same. When it had once been a healthy, close relationship between his father and, by extension, his uncle, it was now a rather sordid little threeway between the three of them, a fact that Wes would rather keep quiet. He was almost fairly certain that his relatives felt the same in the matter.
But it wasn't the fact that they were more or less getting it on that was his problem, but it was the quantity of how often they went at it. Whether it was morning or night, or even right as he got in from school, it was either Carl or Jeremiah who'd be on him. That left little time to work, and that meant his grades had fallen.
There was more to it than that, however. He didn't want his teacher to come for one major reason: his father wasn't here. Carl was always exceptionally good at smoothing his teachers over, even in parent-teacher conferences, but Jeremiah was not the smooth talker his brother was. Wes feared that Jeremiah might let something slip and reveal what they'd been getting up to in their spare time. That mere concept alone was enough to make Wes scared. If anything, it was still technically against the law: his birthday wasn't for another month or so.
"I mean...we technically do." Wes pointed out sharply and Jeremiah sat up a little in his seat, his brow furrowing. For a moment, he actually looked serious.
"Trust me, Wes. We'll be fine." He spoke in a low, surprisingly authoritative tone, and that made Wes stop, his eyes wide. As quickly as it had arrived, his serious expression faded, replaced with his usual toothy grin.
"How was that? Parental enough?" Jeremiah chuckled and Wes sighed, turning away from him. Carl had had to go to a rather important meeting early in the day and said he wouldn't be back until late. Because of that, when Wes had expressed that his teacher would be coming over, it meant Jeremiah had to take the reigns.
Then, the doorbell rang. Wes whirled to stare at the door and Jeremiah sighed, heaving himself out of his seat and making his way across the room. The chubby Raichu turned and gestrued firmly for Wes to take a seat, and the Pikachu did so. The boy watched, slightly trembling, as Jeremiah answered the door.
There stood Wes' Homeroom and History teacher, Mr. Thornwood. He was a nice enough man, and a Hypno in origins. He stood slightly hunched, dressed in the attire that Wes had seen him in earlier that day in school: a simple white shirt and long black trousers, the majority of his body covered.
"Good evening. Jeremiah, I presume?" The Hypno spoke, his mouth set just under his large, elongated nose. The Raichu nodded and stood to the side, letting the Hypno inside. The Pokémon stepped forwards and his gaze fell upon Wes, where it momentarily lingered, before taking a seat in the armchair that sat opposite the couch, the coffee table sitting in between them.
"Thank you for allowing me to visit on such short notice." The Hypno seemed pleased. Jeremiah glanced down the Hypno's body and spotted its iconic pendulum tucked nearly into its chest pocket. Jeremiah could see the outline of it.
"Not at all. Would you care to tell me what this is about?" Jeremiah had put on a stern voice and Wes was surprised to hear him sounding like a parent and less like a friend. His change in tone and almost abrasive words startled the teen, and almost secretly excited him.
The Hypno cleared his throat and smoothed the ruffles on his neck, his gaze flicking from Jeremiah to Wes, and then back again. The Raichu focused his gaze on the Pokémon and his tail subtly twitched. Unlike his brother, Jeremiah had been gifted with psychic abilities on his vacation. It wasn't by accident, but rather an evolutionary change that had occurred from his time spent in the sun. It granted him small, subtle powers that other Psychic Types, like the Hypno before him, shared.
Something was nagging at the back of Jeremiah's mind. He'd been 'in the scene' long enough to tell when someone was attracted to someone else. In this instance, it wasn't that someone had the 'hots for teacher', but the other way around. The way that the Hypno sat, slightly facing towards the boy, the way his gaze consistently glanced to the teen, the way his nose seemed to twitch whenever Wes moved. All of this was a sign of some latent attraction. Jeremiah wasn't sure whether to be angry, jealous, or disgusted.
"Yes, of course..." The Hypno began, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright at home."
"Why wouldn't it be?" Jeremiah countered quickly, almost defensively, making the Hypno slightly pause.
"Well..." He glanced at Wes, shooting him an apologetic look. "Your nephew's grades have been slipping, ever so slightly over time. They've been steadily getting worse and worse, and I fear that if he doesn't bring it back, he might not get the grades he's hoping for for the end of term."
Jeremiah was momentarily taken aback, and he glanced over to his nephew. Wes hung his head and looked dejected, and the Raichu sighed. He reached out, placing a hand on the Pikachu's shoulder, almost in comfort.
"I see. I can assure you, there's nothing wrong at home." Jeremiah insisted, and Wes kept his head down. Jeremiah could see the boy was upset, somewhat. Whilst he didn't know the reason for his slipping grades, he understood the need to keep them a secret, for his own pride and for fear of the reprocussions.
"Wes. Why don't you go and make Mr. Thornwood some tea?" Jeremiah suggested in a hushed voice, and Wes anxiously glanced back to Raichu, before nodding and slowly getting to his feet. He padded his way across the room and the Hypno's eyes followed him quietly as he left.
"Lingering your gaze a little too long, aren't you, Mr. Thornwood?"
The Hypno turned to stare at the Raichu, his eyes wide. Jeremiah leant forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, furrowing his brow. He looked intensely serious, more serious than before. Even the Hypno felt uneasy.
"I don't know wh--" He began, but he was immediately cut off by Jeremiah's scoff.
"C'mon," The man began with a shake of his head. "I'm no fool. I know when someone's interested, and you're definitely interested."
He saw the Hypno's face grow flushed and it was clear he was caught out. His embarrassed expression quickly grew into one of anger and he attempted to offer some sort of rebuttal. Before he could, however, Wes had already returned, coming in with a mug.
"The kettle was already boiled, so...2 sugars okay for you, Mr. Thornwood?" Wes offered out the mug and the Hypno nodded sagely, taking it from him. His gaze flicked back to Jeremiah.
"What do you want?" The Hypno projected his thoughts to the Raichu, who received them loud and clear. Neither one of their lips moved as they spoke, and Wes sat there awkwardly between the two of them, not part of the conversation.
"Sweep this under the rug and don't alert the school board, and I'll give you what you crave." Jeremiah projected back, much to the Hypno's surprise.
"...I wasn't even going to alert the board. You seem rather eager to keep his grades under wraps." the Hypno countered, his expression remaining unreadable.
"True...but I also don't want you visiting again. Wes is under enough stress. Lax his homework, too." Jeremiah added, and that seemed to be enough to shut the Hypno up. Slowly but surely, the teacher nodded, agreeing to his terms. It seemed his lust for his pupil far outweighed the professional relationship a teacher should be heaving with his student and their respective guardians.
"Wes..." Jeremiah began, glancing towards his nephew and putting an arm around him. "Your teacher and I have come to an agreement."
"O-Oh, I see...what about?" Wes was a little confused, he had to admit. He hadn't the foggiest what the two of them had been discussing behind his back.
"It doesn't matter. However..." Jeremiah's hand curled around and stroked across the Pikachu's collarbone. "I can assure you it'll all be fine."
Wes tensed under his touch, his expression twisting into one of both surprise and panic. Jeremiah's hand slipped down his nephew's shoulder and tucked under his arm, stroking along his side. He danced his chubby digits against Wes' lanky body until he met with the hem of his shirt. His fingers toyed underneath it and pressed against the Pokémon's bare fur.
"U-Uncle!" Wes hissed, looking between his teacher's intense stare and his uncle's lax smile. "The hell are you doing?"
"Shhh..." Jeremiah soothed him, reaching his other hand over and cupping it directly onto the boy's crotch. Wes planted his hand against his uncle's forearm and tried to push him off, but Jeremiah was a lot stronger than he looked. His fingers toyed with the Pikachu's package until he felt a stirring in those loins. His other hand began to lift up the boy's shirt and Wes was having a hard time fighting against both hands. Sitting across from them, the teacher stare wide-eyed, his cheeks burning a fierce shade of red, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Don't..." Wes let out a heated exhale when Jeremiah started to roll his palm in just the way he liked, coaxing his hardening cock to stiffen. He began to loosen his grip against his uncle's body and eventually stopped resisting him, letting him drag his shirt over his head to reveal his lanky, mildly athletic body with just a hint of muscle tone. The Hypno's eyes wildly looked up and down the boy's chest and stomach, soaking in his lithe figure. He eagerly scooted forwards on his seat and Wes looked awkwardly from the Hypno to his uncle, his large ears flattening down against his head. He wanted to question what was happening, but had a feeling that this was part of the bargain they had struck.
Jeremiah's hands flicked upwards and hooked into Wes' shorts, tugging the front of them down. His hand sunk into the shorts, where he met with the teen's freeballing erection, his 6 inch cock hiding away beneath his shorts. With a quick tug, he yanked it free from the confines of his shorts. The elastic waistline pressed against the base of his member and forced his cock up against his stomach, where it gently twitched and pulsed. The Hypno's eyes met with his length and his mouth hung open. Jeremiah glanced over at him. It was clear the Hypno was turned on.
"Wanna have a little bit of fun, Wes?" Jeremiah whispered into his nephew's ear, and Wes trembled. Slowly, he nodded, keeping his gaze down.
Jeremiah grabbed him, manhandling him across the couch until his chest pressed down against the arm of the couch, his head and arms leaning over it. Jeremiah's hands went to his shorts and pulled them down past his rump, revealing his perky, supple cheeks. He grasped each cheek with his hands and gave it a firm squeeze, sliding his thumbs down into the crack and spreading his cheeks apart to reveal the pink button hidden beneath. It had already been used multiple times, and this was no different. Except now, they had an audience, but it wouldn't be like that for long.
"Mr. Thornwood," Jeremiah called out his game and glanced across at the Hypno with a smile, his lips curling. "Join us."
The Hypno shakily got to his feet and crossed the room, the 30-something Pokémon staring wide-eyed down at the Pikachu's fine, rounded ass. Jeremiah knew what he wanted, and quickly cleared his throat.
"Off limits. For now." The Raichu teased, and the Hypno looked dejected, before moving around to Wes' front. The teen could easily see outline of his teacher's erection, and he was surprised at the sheer length of it, enough to make his mouth dry. The Hypno didn't keep him waiting. He pulled down the zipper of his trousers and fumbled with the button for a moment before eventually releasing it. His trousers fell around his ankles, revealing a pair of simple white briefs. The length of his cock rode along the left of his cock and caused a prominent bulge.
Jeremiah, meanwhile, lubed up with his fingers with spittle, slathering his tongue around a couple of digits before wedging them between the teen's cheeks. His fingers probed and pet with the Pikachu's entrance and he slid his digits down deeper, stretching his ring. Wes felt nothing but tingling, lovely pleasure. He was used to Jeremiah's foreplay by now, and his fingers weren't quite as thick as his cock. However, his focus was on what was in front of him, rather than behind.
Slowly, Mr. Thornwood hooked a finger into his underwear, almost teasing Wes as he drifting them lower and lower until, finally, he let his cock free. 10 inches of twitching, aching cock bobbed into view and swung forwards, the tip resting mere inches from Wes' mouth. The Pikachu looked up at his teacher, who bore a lidded gaze, making it clear he was very into what was about to happen. He reached out to cup Wes' face and stroking his tender fur, pushing his hips forwards just a little, nudging the teen's lips with the fat, foreskinned end of his member.
Wes slowly opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the end of the cock, pushing his head forwards just a little, just enough for the foreskin to peel back and for the sensitive head to glide alone his wet tongue. The Hypno let out a long sigh of pleasure and shuffled forwards, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into the teen's mouth, still gently cupping his face. Wes could feel every violent twitch and pulse, each intense throb that told him the Hypno had been waiting for this moment a long time.
The Raichu still had his fingers firmly stuffed into his nephew's behind, but once he was confident that the boy was sufficiently lubed up, he slid his digits back and began to undress. It didn't take much for him to work his cock free, slipping out of his elastic pants and letting them fall around his ankles. He hadn't even been wearing any sort of underwear, much like his nephew. His 12 inch length swung around, half-hard, as he clambered onto the couch. He rested the length of his cock against the teen's cheeks, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. His cock immediately stiffened and Jeremiah placed a hand on his nephew's behind, holding him firmly. With that, he tugged back, wedging the head of his fat cock between the lanky Pikachu's cheeks.
Wes soon felt his uncle enter him, as he had done many times before. Though Jeremiah often considered himself a bottom, there had always been a bit of give and take. A sigh escaped the teen's nose as he pushed his mouth down, a muffled groan passing his lips as his uncle's cock pushed deeper and deeper. He rolled his tongue around the Hypno's cock, used to treating a length as thick and as sizeable as this one to a good time. His teacher sighed in bliss and trembled, his breathing heavy, his grip firm. Jeremiah slipped his hips forwards and tugged back, beginning to thrust.
The air grew humid with the smells and sounds of their sex, the heated exchange making their bodies sweat. Each thrust of his uncle's hips was met with a wet slap, and the Pikachu did his best to push his hips back, meeting his uncle's thrusts. His head, meanwhile, bobbed as best as he could atop the Hypno's cock, his tongue swirling around. He could tell by the man's trembling fingers that he wouldn't last too long, but that didn't mean he shouldn't put effort into his work. He slowly began to push his head down, and the head of the cock passed the back of his throat and delved down. He plunged his head further until his nose met with the Hypno's pelvis.
"O-Oh gods..." The Hypno let out a strained groan and his hands planted themselves on the teen's head, gently stroking his ears and caressing his fur. He pulled back and thrust forwards a few more times, and Wes felt his tremendous throbs, his powerful pulses. The Hypno's grip tightened and Wes quickly realised why he hadn't moved: the Hypno had already orgasmed. With the cock so deep down into his throat, he hadn't even realised.
The Hypno pulled back and his cock slid from Wes' throat. The Pikachu sucked in a breath through his nose and felt the warm, plentiful dollops of salty seed on his tongue, confirming his suspicions. He opened his mouth as the Hypno stepped back a bit, squeezing his cock and coaxing a few stray drips of cum from the end of his member, smearing them onto Wes' tongue and in his open mouth. The Pikachu gulped pleasantly and sighed, glancing up ata his teacher. He could tell he was nervous, so the teen offered him a sly grin. Something told him that their exchanges would never be the same again.
Jeremiah was almost finished himself. Each thrust and buck was meant with a sharp grunt and Wes leant forwards, gripping into the couch and sighing in pleasure to himself with every thrust. He could feel the weight of Jeremiah against him, the feel of his hand against his ass. Whilst he might have secretly complained about how often his uncle desired him, he wasn't ashamed to admit he enjoyed every moment of it.
Jeremiah suddenly let out a long groan, plunging his hips down with a blissful sigh. Wes wriggled his rear end up against his uncle's pelvis and felt his cock throbbing inside him, the warmth of his orgasm spreading throughout his stomach. They sat there for a moment as the last remnants of his uncle's orgasm spurted into his insides, caking his inner walls with seed, before the chubby Raichu inevitably pulled back, sliding from him, his cock coated in seed. A dribble of cum oozed from the boy's behind and he glanced up at the Hypno, spotting that he was staring directly at Jeremiah's cock.
"Like what you see, Mr. Thornwood?" The Raichu teased, and the Hypno cleared his throat, averting his gaze. As the teacher bowed down to tug back up his clothes, Wes sat up. A string of pre-cum hung from his cock to the couch, as well as his stomach. When he shuffled into a sitting position, his erection was readily apparent. He spread his legs a little and sighed, idly scratching his chest.
"You want to finish him off, Thornwood? I can tell you're dying to." Jeremiah spoke, causing Wes to glance at his teacher. The Hypno had stopped to stare at his length and Wes was only just not realising what all those lingering gazes from his teacher meant. The Pikachu awkwardly shuffled, but didn't outright protest. With a gulp, his teacher slipped into a seat beside him, his cock half-limp cock hanging between his legs.
A hand drew towards Wes' cock, and the Hypno firmly wrapped his digits around the teen's member. Wes quietly sighed and leant back, resting against the couch as the Hypno began to stroke and pump his length, peeling back and foreskin and gliding his fingers over the sensitive edge of the boy's glans. Wes felt his cheeks flush and he closed his eyes, quietly panting. The sensations were remarkable: Jeremiah was good at giving handjobs, sure, but there was something subtly different, something more alluring about someone else other than his own relatives doing it. Many would argue the opposite, but the idea of something new and fresh made him tingle with arousal.
The Hypno's stroking quickly grew audible, and Wes peeked an eye open to see his cock oozing rather plentiful amounts of pre-cum, slicking up the Hypno's fingers and his own cock. He could feel the stirrings of his climax in his loins, fermenting into a tight pressure that grew more and more intense with each passing stroke. Soon, his breathing began to quicken. As in on cue, the Hypno's had quickened, stroking wildly against his cock. Wes' breathing grew more and more laboured, and to his surprise, the Hypno bowed his head down just in time.
A sharp exhale escaped Wes' lips as he passed the point of no return, and the Hypno wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock, his hand still firmly pumping the teen's member with his experienced grip. The Pikachu's orgasm quickly caught up to him and he let out a quiet gasp, his body tensing. A thick spurt arced from the end of his member, but it was unseen, swallowed up by the Hypno's mouth. Another spurt met the first, and then another. Over and over, Wes' cock throbbed and twitched, shooting his load into his teacher's mouth. His balls tucked up against his body and his mucles relaxed, his breathing slowing down.
His orgasm faded rather quickly, but the gentle hum that coursed through his body remained. The Hypno pulled his head back, his cheeks flushed, and he wiped his mouth. His eyes glinted with delight and it was clear that the teen's load in his mouth was just the sort of thing he wanted. Wes' cock limply flopped against his stomach, still achingly hard, but slowly beginning to soften. The teacher wordlessly got to his feet and tugged up his pants, trying to make himself look decent. Whether he regretted what he did now or not didn't matter; he'd made a promise.
"Had a good time?" Jeremiah teased quietly and the Hypno smoothed his features over, sighing through his large nose.
"I...I wont say anything to the board. And...the rest." He gestured loosely and glanced towards Wes, who sat naked on the couch.
"...See you at school." Mr. Thornwood quietly added, and Wes awkwardly waved farewell at him. Just like that, jeremiah ushered him out the door, closing it behind him. He turned to see Wes' sour expression and his uncle grinned sheepishly.
"What deal did you make?" Wes demanded, and the Raichu merely gestured vaguely.
"It's not important, but he wont stress you out about your grades anymore. Speaking of: why didn't you just tell us?" Jeremiah demanded, and Wes hung his head for a moment.
"I didn't want to disappoint dad." He mumbled quietly. He expected a scolding, or something. Instead, he just felt his uncle's hand on his shoulder, and a sweet kiss atop his head.
"He's very proud of you. But please, tell me," Jeremiah began, crouching down in front of him. "What can we do to help you with your grades?"
"Well..." Wes anxiously glanced away. "...Maybe let me study in the evenings, instead of...you know."
Jeremiah looked blank for a moment, before it dawned on him what the boy meant. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed.
"Heh. Sorry. I guess I just love my lil' nephew," He pulled the boy in and gave him a rather wild hug. "But...okay. I'll tone it down. Well, we will."
"Thanks, uncle..." Wes had expected it to be worse than that, but Jeremiah was surprisingly cool about it.
"Good. Now, go get cleaned up, before you leak all over the couch." The Uncle ushered the boy to his feet. Wes staggered for a moment, before regaining the feeling in his legs and trotting off out of the room, his shapely behind swaying at his went. Jeremiah sighed, taking a seat on the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Being an uncle was hard, in more ways than one.