I hadn't been looking where I was going and walked into you. You turned around and looked up and down the hallway.
"Shall we go into the toilets?", you asked smiley your cheeky grin, "I can pay you back for making me cum."
I smiled, "Ok. But let's go into the disabled toilets - more room."
You followed me as I went into the room, threw down your bag and leant over me, bending down to hug my chest, and kiss my neck. Your hands wandered up and down my body, brushing against my nipples. You stripped off my blazer, then turned me around to unbutton my shirt, but when I tried to undo yours, you stopped me.
"Now it's your turn," you said, taking off your tie and jacket before kneeling down and licking my chest, tonguing my nipples till they were hard. Your hands clasped my buttocks pushing my crotch against your waist, making my cock rock hard. Still sucking my nipples you undid my belt and pulled down my trousers and pants. Leaving my shoes on, you pulled my pants off me then made me sit on the toilet, having put the seat down first.
You knelt down again and lifted up my lower body, making it easier too suck my throbbing cock. I had to grab the handrails to keep my balance. Then you did something I'd never had done to me before. Lifting me up further you began to tongue my tight little hole. I gasped with pleasure, as you began switching from cock to hole, licking me from the slit on my cock, down the shaft, around the balls before your tongue darted into the opening. I began to moan - you had to tell me to be quiet. I could see you were enjoying making me moan, forcing me to stay quiet like you had had to in lesson.
I licked my lips and told you I was about to cum. You sucked your finger and continued to finger my hole with it as you deep throated my cock. I loved the look of pleasure on your face as you took my sweet load. I leaned back onto the toilet seat as you leaned against the wall, getting your breath back. I looked at you and asked if you wanted to go to the cinema sometime.
"Fuck off, I'm no queer."
That hurt. You quickly got dressed and stormed out the door, leaving me naked and confused. You weren't gay? But you had asked me for a drink this morning - what had I done wrong between then and now? As I got dressed, I thought about outing you to your mates, but then realised that would be pointless - even if they believed me, you wouldn't want to talk to me afterwards anyhow. I needed to figure out how to help you come out, convince you about what you were. I was sure you were Gay - you just didn't want to know it.
Maybe I could even get you on that date...