Male or Shemale, Still a Slut

Part 1

My name is Brandon. I'm 18 (still in high school), 5'5", white with black hair, and rather feminine. I'm really slim with barely any body hair. All this has combined so that I'm not so popular with the ladies, which sucks cause I am one horny son of a bitch. Luckily, I'm rather fond of anal, so some of the guys were more than happy to take care of me. Most of the guys actually. The fact that my schools nickname was "bi-high" means I was never left without a dick to suck or (much more rarely) a pussy to fuck.

It wasn't just the students who were "fond" of me. My english teacher, Mr. Roberts, took a liking to me as well. He always stared at me during class, to the point that I swear he was eye fucking me. I actually really enjoyed his attention. It got me better grades, and he was pretty damn attractive. Mr. Roberts was an ex-marine and definitely kept in shape. Despite our mutual attraction, I doubt that anything would have come of it if he hadn't walked in on me blowing another student in the stairwell.

It was about halfway through the second semester of my senior year, and things were really winding down. I didn't have much work to do, and I did only a small portion of the work I was assigned. As such, I had quite a bit of free time. On the day in question, I was making use of that free time to earn a bit of extra cash doing what I do best: sucking and fucking. That found me on my knees in a stairwell cause the football team captain was unable to wait to get home and blow his load.

Right as the captain was about to blow his load, Mr. Roberts walked in and saw us. The captain pulled out and busted across my face as he hurried to put his dick away. He damn near sprinted out of the stairwell, hoping Mr. Roberts hadn't seen him. I wasn't so lucky. "Well well, interesting situation we have here, Brandon." Mr. Roberts said as I tried to wipe the cum off my face.

"Well sir, I can explain..." I replied.