Strange Love

WARNING - contains YOAI, My first attempt at yoai -


The students sat uncomfortably in their chairs. On the screen played a certain movie. It was made back in the late seventies and eighties concerning a certain subject - the change of the human body and where babies come from. Less than five minutes of the multiple hour-long movie, most of them would swear off sex for a good two months.

The worst part of the movie was several subjects - it talked about abstinence, it did not talk about protection, it did not talk about abortion, it did not talk about sexually transmitted diseases, and it did not talk about one other thing…

The movie’s film broke due to over use. Joy and elation filled the students.

Terada looked at Rita. She smiled at him. Then her eyes glanced down.
He followed her eyes. Her legs spread open - minus her panties.
Another smile. She then looked up. Her panties were hanging to the florescent light - tossed off in their shared orgy with Sakura.
He nodded.

Mizuki Kaho cleared her voice startling him out of thoughts of continuing the orgy right in front of the other students. The longhaired elegant woman turned to the class and the film projector - also made back in the seventies, “Any questions?”

“What about yoai?”
One of the students asked.

A roar of looks and laughter followed.

Kaho looked at Eriol smiling at her. She always liked that smile - it always made her feel like she was Kogome and he was Inuyasha. However, unlike an episodic plot where they never admit they love each other even in the last episode, their relationship was better…

A thought filled her head, “Instead of playing “the miko and the mischievous sex-crazed demon,” why can’t I play “the naughty teacher and the obedient honor student?”
An evil smile matched his, “Male-male relationships are complicated. There are several ways for two men to go at it, but we shall skim over most of them and have a demonstration of the bread-and-butter…”
Her eyes scanned each student one by one. No reaction. They were still too disgusted from that movie. She removed her jacket and paced it on a chair.

“Who-ho!”
One of the boys gave a wolf call, “Take it off teach.”

She giggled at him. Eriol gave a jealous scowl. And she knew it. The little mischief grin was gone.

Keeping a slight giggle, “In most yoai relationships the roles can be interchangeable - sometimes one plays “the uke, the girl, or bottom” while the other plays “seme, the boy, or the top,” and sometimes the roles reverse. Reversal helps with relationships and deepens the emotional bond.”

“Can you give an example?”

“Sure,” she took a breath, “I shall need two volunteers to come up here. One “seme,” she pointed at a boy with chocolate brown hair, “Since, you are not paying attention, Syaoran; you have volunteered to be the seme.”

“What?”
Syaoran turned red.

There were several giggles and wolf calls at him. One of the boys was egging him on to mount Kaho on the desk demonstrating the proper use of a diaphragm - also not discussed in that film.

Once he was standing next to her, she clapped her hands together, “Now, we need a volunteer to be his uke. I need some boy to raise their hand.”

Syaoran’s amber eyes barely looked up, his eyes more focused on the color of his shoes - they were a nice dark black.

There were several hands. Yamazaki had his hand up only briefly. All it took was Chiharu to clear her voice for him to retract his own self-nomination.

Her hand slipped across the crowd, “And Master Hiirigazawa.”

Eriol nearly fell out of his seat repeating Syaoran’s objection, “WHAT! You got to be kidding me.”
His hand was not up.

“Just join Syaoran up here,” Kaho motioned.

Now, Eriol wished that Yamazaki was not a beaten down boy and kept his self-nomination.

Once they were side-by-side, the Chinese boy snarled at Eriol, “I know you planned this, what ever you are planning, leave me and Sakura out of it.”

Eriol whispered to Kaho, “I have no idea what he is talking about!”

“There is no plot here. Just play along, be an obedient little boy and play along,” she told both of them, “Usually it starts with a kiss. Now would the seme kiss the uke.”

“What? There is no way I am going to…”

She pushed the snarling boy’s lips on the other boy’s lips.

Sakura, who had been slumped down in her seat embarrassed by the movie sat up. Her big green eyes watched the kiss. Sure, she had seen Yukito and Touya kiss but to her their kisses were like brussels’ sprouts to her - there but uninteresting.

Now, he wished that Yamazaki was a beaten down boy and did not keep his self-nomination. Eriol found himself kissing Syaoran back. Moreover, he was enjoying it - it was as if he was in another world with only them.

Kaho stood back to admire them. They were so cute. So innocent. At this moment, she had them as her playthings, quite the delicious power. Watching them, half-amused, half aroused, she took off her top revealing her checker-print bra straining against her massive breasts.

Syaoran never kissed another boy before, with the magical touch of the English boy’s lips he found himself giving him the same kind of passion and fire he would give Meiling or Sakura.

“See something you like, Sakura-Chan,” Tomoyo giggled at her.

There was no response other that Tomoyo’s giggle at a non-response. Kaho parted them. There was a plaintive look in each boy’s eyes as if they could have kept doing it without the teacher’s help.

She rubbed her hands together, “Now, usually the two lovers would remove each other’s shorts and...”
For her, it was only a flippant statement. It even surprised her when she saw the boys expose themselves.

There was a wolf call. One of the boys wanted to stop the gay-stuff and mount the teacher in unison.

Sakura leaned forward in order to get a better look. Kaho also looked. Seeing both side by side, thie penises were exactly the same, except for pubic hair made her lose her voice for a second.

“Sakura, you’re drooling,” Tomoyo said to her.

“No, I am not,” Sakura responded seeing the two boys touch each other’s junk as if they were still in their own world of mutual love. She was drooling. Here they were exposed - her first and her second.

Kaho coughed separating them again, “Okay, the uke usually gives the seme oral stimulation when asked.”

“Hiiragazawa - I mean Eriol…”
Syaoran started then stopped - he was trying to exit the world of their mutual love. Eriol began licking and sucking at his ball-sack. Their world of mutual love now seemed like it had a “no exit” sign on it.

“Daidoujii,” Meiling leaned over, “You are taping this right?”

Eriol nibbled up and down the length slowly teasing it. He licked and nibbled the tip.

“Make two,” Sakura put up two fingers. She was on the edge of her seat straining for a better look. She regretted she was only a student. She wished she were in Kaho’s position right there.

“Yes,” Tomoyo watched Sakura’s hand dive down to her cunt, the key of the Sakura cards between her fingers, “But, it will cost you.”

As the Card Key slipped inside herself, Syaoron’s weapon was now inside Eriol’s mouth. Almost as if it was some sort of magic caused by her key, Syaoran thrust his weapon in the same slow motion as the cold metal inside Sakura.

Before he could blow his load, Kaho managed to part them.