Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 02:38:56 +0000 (GMT)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Apt Pupil

"Tyler is gay," Jessica teased to her classmates without
shame.

She was the ringleader of the girls who gossiped maliciously
about their classmates.  Olivia and Kate spoke just as freely
because they knew that he was not in the room.

As soon as Tyler walked into the classroom, the girls adopted
strangely hushed tones and openly gushed to him.

"I liked your project in science class, perhaps you can help
me," Olivia cooed.

It was hard to tell if anyone could see through their
affected friendliness.  But the girls' antipathy was never
apparent when anyone of authority was around.

The late bell rang; Mr. Sharp entered the classroom.

"Good morning, class."

The students all settled into their desks.  The sixth grade
students were still very pliable when it came to obedience.
Tom Sharp enjoyed being able to spend more time teaching and
less time enforcing his classroom rules.

"Tyler, please pass out these timelines," the teacher
asked.

Tyler was the dutiful son of an army colonel and
enthusiastically took any opportunity to serve.  He
practically marched around the classroom with the timelines
for his classmates to complete.

Fifteen minutes barely passed by before Tyler was finished
with his work.  He stood by the classroom window and started
making bird sounds.  Mr. Sharp knew when Tyler was getting
restless and needed something to do.

"Are you getting bored?" Mr. Sharp called out to Tyler.

"I want something else to do now," he replied.

Mr. Sharp was at a loss for something to offer because never
anticipated someone knowing all of the dates of the Crusades
in almost record time.

"Come over to my desk, I'll find you a book or something."

Tyler took the roundabout way around the classroom and
approached the desk like an airplane coming in for its final
approach.

Mr. Sharp patted the chair next to his desk as a non-verbal
invite to his apt pupil.

Before he had time to release his hand, Mr. Sharp's hand was
caught between the chair and Tyler's eleven-year-old rear
end.

For a moment, Tyler sat on Mr. Sharp's hand until the
teacher pulled it away.  Tyler giggled gently.  He asked,
"What should I read?"

Mr. Sharp looked at the shelf behind his desk and pulled a
random book titled, "Elmer Gantry."  It was an appropriate
book considering this kid read through "1984" and "The
Crucible" already.

Mr. Sharp was slightly turned on by the feel of Tyler's ass
on his hand.  It was a weird feeling that ran through him.
He immediately tried to suppress these forbidden feelings but
could not.

There was a story behind this.  Earlier in the semester, Mr.
Sharp intercepted a note from Keith.  It talked of Mr. S and
his teacher's pet.  It was true that Mr. Sharp engaged Tyler
more than other students but it was clearly not the
`relationship' that the letter claimed.  Or was it?

Mr. Sharp grew immediately defensive and confronted Keith in
the hallway between classes.

"I expect you to work in class and not write stupid notes.
I don't believe in favorites and you should learn not to say
anything if you have nothing nice to say!"  he chided the
boy.

"Thank you for the book," said Tyler.

The tow-haired kid sat cross-legged in the chair and started
to devour the book with his eyes.  It was the end of the
school day and Tyler did not even notice when school was
dismissed.  Tyler was by himself at the desk and seemed to
have an agenda.

Tyler positioned himself in a manner that a casual observer
could see down his shorts legs and into his boxer shorts.
Tyler hoped silently that his teacher would see.

Mr. Sharp was busy collecting the timelines that were left on
desks the classroom when he began to collect his belongings
in order to go home.

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here," Mr.
Sharp playfully told the remaining child in the room.

"This is a good book so far," Tyler told his teacher.
"Can I take it home?"

"Sure."

Tyler darted to the door and gestured to Mr. Sharp to lean
closer.

Mr. Sharp leaned closer to the kid and Tyler kissed him on
the cheek.

"That's what they do in France as a gesture of
friendship." Said Tyler blushingly.

Feeling the moistness of Tyler's lips on his five o'clock
shadow," Mr. Clark was puzzled.

"Can we be friends?" Tyler asked.  His spiked hair and
glasses betrayed an immature longing for someone to initiate
him into something that he wanted to know more about.

"What's your story, Tyler?" asked the somewhat ruffled
teacher.  Mr. Sharp was not used to having anyone make a pass
at him, let alone a child nearly one-third his age.

This was a bizarre situation for a young teacher who was
being propositioned by his brightest student.

"I know you like this," Tyler slyly whispered.

"What makes you think that?" Mr. Sharp defensively
wondered.

Tyler took Mr. Sharp's hand and led him into the supply
closet that adjoined the classroom.

"I have a secret that I don't want anyone to know." Tyler
said.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Sharp.

"I was reading a book about boys and maturity and wanted to
know more about masturbation.  I know that you could teach me
because you always say that you want me to learn more about
stuff."

"This is different," the teacher answered.

"No, it's not.  The body is just another science.  Just
tell me how to do it," Tyler said with a clinical tone as he
pulled his shorts down.

"Will you go away if I tell you what to do?" Mr. Sharp
imagined himself on the evening news as this sequence of
events unfolded in a freakish and surreal way.

The boy nodded.

"OK, first, you are going to take your hand and caress your
penis like..." Mr. Sharp instructed as he held Tyler's hand
in place.

"Slowly stroke yourself some.  Do not be surprised that this
feels good."

"Now what?" the boy asked.

"You might want to spit in your hand or lick your palm to
reduce the friction.  I'm sorry that there is no textbook
for this."

"Why do you think I'm here, Mr. Sharp?" laughed Tyler.

"I'm glad that someone finds this funny," snorted the
impromptu sex ed teacher, "Now, you're going to want to
move your hips around a bit."

"This is nice," said Tyler. "Could you show me how you do
it?"

Mr. Sharp was already hard and just needed an excuse to get
some relief.  OK, just watch me for a few minutes.

Mr. Sharp unzipped his trousers with one hand and barred the
supply room door with a cabinet with the other.  The
windowless room was barely lit by the lights from the transom
above the door.

Mr. Sharp stroked himself for a few minutes and closed his
eyes.  He quickly felt moistness around his cock that could
only be Tyler's mouth.

"What the?"

Tyler was orally pleasuring his favorite teacher albeit
clumsily.  The teeth dragging against Mr. Sharp's cock were
the telltale moves of an oral virgin.  This beginner's
technique stimulated the man to climax even sooner.

Semen entered Tyler's fresh and unsoiled mouth.  Tyler
swallowed this unusual tasting substance with a slick little
smile.

That next week, Mr. Sharp felt moved enough (and afraid of
being tempted again) to have the boy skip a grade.  "He is
far too advanced for a boy his age," he told the kid's
parents.

What were Tyler's parting words on his way to the seventh
grade hall?

"Mr. Sharp, aren't you the soccer coach?  I plan to try out
next month!"