Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 11:40:47 -0600
From: Richard Pettey <mnstoryguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Detention with Mr. Hager

The following story is fiction.  It contains encounters between youths and
adults.  If this type of activity bothers you, do not read on.  The
characters in this story are all willing participants.

Comments are always welcome Richard at MNStoryGuy@gmail.com.



Detention with Mr. Hager


Every school has a practical joker.  In my school it was Jeff Kleinhoffer.
 Having a name like Kleinhoffer might have something to do with it.  I was
the target of his latest practical joke.  It happened in science class.

We were running an experiment that required heating liquid in a glass
beaker and observing the reaction.  I got some of the liquid on my hands
and went to wash it off.  While I was away from my desk, Jeff turned up the
flame on the burner.  I got back to my desk just in time for my beaker to
shatter and spray glass all over the table.

"Do we have a problem, Mr. Wilson?" Mr. Hager asked from the front of the
room.

"Yes sir," I said sheepishly.  "It looks like someone turned up the flame
on my burner."

"Could that someone be you, Mr. Wilson?"  My face turned red as giggling
broke out around the room.  "You are not supposed to leave your workstation
while an experiment is in progress."

"I know Mr. Hager, but I had to wash my hands before going on to the next
step."

"That's no excuse.  You are lucky that no one got hit by flying glass.
 That is a very dangerous proposition."

"Yes, Sir," I could hear Jeff snickering behind me and knew he was
responsible.

"You will report here after school tonight and repeat the experiment.
 Consider yourself in detention for the rest of the week."

"The whole week?" I protested.  "But it wasn't my fault."

"Ah, but if you had not left your workstation this would not have happened,
correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

I called home during lunch to tell my mom that I would be late.  I
explained what happened, but I am not sure she believed it was someone
else's fault.

I reported to the science lab after my last class was finished.  Mr. Hager
was not in the room, so I started getting the materials ready to complete
the classroom experiment.  I hoped that if I got it done quickly that
Mr. Hager would let me leave early.

"Mr. Wilson," Mr. Hager said as he entered the lab.  "It's nice of you to
stop by.  I see you have started.  Just remember you will be here for one
hour after school every night.  However, tonight is the only night that we
will be in the lab.  The rest of the week you will do detention in my
office.  Please bring your homework or any other projects you need to work
on.  I expect you to work while you are here."

"Yes, sir," I said disappointed that I would need to be there for an hour
even if I finished my experiment early.  There was no need to rush.  I set
up my experiment and got the mixture heating again.  This time I watched
the flame level carefully.  It had to heat for ten minutes, so I had some
time to kill.

"Mr. Hager, what made you decide to become a teacher?"

"Are you trying to get out of doing the experiment, Mr. Wilson?"

"No Sir.  My experiment is going fine.  I was just trying to make
conversation while I waited for it.  Besides, I am curious why someone
would become a teacher.  Can you call me Randy, Mr. Hager?  I don't like
Mr.  Wilson."

He looked at me for a minute, trying to see if my intentions were sincere.
 "OK, Randy," he answered.  "You keep an eye on your experiment and I'll
answer you."

"OK."

"I love to teach, that's why I became a teacher," Mr. Hager said,
matter-of-factly.

"But, how did you know you loved to teach?"

"Well, I used to do a lot of tutoring in high school and college.  I really
enjoyed helping others learn and that's when I decided to do it full time.
 Does that answer your question?"

"I guess, so what made you chose science?"

"Well," he started. "Necessity actually.  My first choice and my major in
college was math.  But I couldn't find a job teaching math, so here I am."

"Do you like teaching science?"  I quickly jotted down notes on the changes
taking place in the beaker.

"Actually, I do.  But I would still like to go back to math.  I hear that
Mrs. Johnson is considering retiring after this year.  I may apply for her
position if she does.  What do you think you would like to do for a career,
Randy?"

"I don't know really.  I like math and science, but I really like to read
and do a little writing.  I've been thinking about journalism."

"Well, I have read your articles in the school paper.  They are very well
written."

"Thanks, Mr. Hager."  I thought I felt my face flush. I finished my
experiment in silence.  While I cleaned up, I started the conversation
again.  "Are you married Mr. Wilson?"

"That's rather personal, don't you think?"

"I suppose.  I just noticed that you don't wear a wedding ring."

"You're very observant.  No, I am not married."

"Is that by choice?"

"My, aren't we the inquisitive one.  I think you should be a journalist.  I
don't think it's by choice.  I've never really met anyone I really wanted
to marry.  I don't date much.  I have known a couple women who would have
probably made a good wife, but it just didn't click.  So, in that sense it
is by choice."

"I'm a little surprised that you are still single."

Mr. Hager stopped writing and looked up at me.  "Why do you say that?"

I was immediately embarrassed.  I wasn't sure how to respond, so I told him
the truth.  "Well, you're obviously very intelligent and you're a good
looking man.  I would think a lot of women would be interested in you."

Mr. Hager went back to his writing.  After a few minutes he stopped and
looked at me again.  "Do you really think I'm good looking?"

"Yes, I do."  And it was true.  He was an attractive man.  You just had to
look past the bad haircut, nerd glasses and the out of style clothing.  "Of
course, I do think your look could use a little updating."

Mr. Hager laughed.  "Well, I have never been one to stay up on fashion
trends.  I hate to admit it but I think I have owned these pants I am
wearing since college."  He said as he stood up to show off his tan
corduroy slacks.

"I believe that.  No one wears flat front corduroys any more."  I laughed
with him.  "You know with a new hairstyle, new glasses and more up-to-date
clothes, you would be a real looker.  Do you workout, Mr. Hager?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, you look like you are pretty really good shape."  I couldn't help
but notice the tight buns under the tan corduroy material.  His shirt was a
little too small and showed off his well defined chest.  I started to
undress

Mr. Hager in my mind.  I liked what I saw and started to get hard.  I was
glad I was standing behind the workstation counter.

"Well, I used to work out regularly.  Now, I ride my bike and swim."  He
went back to grading papers.

I just kept watching him.  I started to really look at Mr. Hager.  He
really was a good looking guy, he just hid it.  I reached down and adjusted
my cock inside my jeans.  As I was adjusting myself, Mr. Hager looked up
again.  He looked at me for several seconds then said, "Do you "really"
think I am good looking?"

"Yes, I do.  Why would I lie?  Oh, you probably think I am just trying to
get out of detention, don't you?"

"Well, the thought crossed my mind.  I usually only get buttered up when
someone wants something."

I wanted something alright, but it wasn't out of detention.

"Well, Mr. Hager.  I don't want any...I am not trying to get out of
detention."

"Wait a minute.  You started to say you didn't want anything, but then
stopped.  So you are after something aren't you?"

"No sir, I swear." My face flushed again.

He just sat there looking at me, trying to decide if I was telling the
truth or not.  "Are you finished with your experiment, Randy?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered.

"Then grab your things.  We will finish your hour in my office.  I have
some other work to do."

I grabbed my backpack and followed Mr. Hager down to his office.  I walked
behind him watching that tight ass.  I carried my backpack in front of me
to hide the obvious bulge in my jeans.  My cock was really aching now.
"Damn, why did I wear these tight jeans today?"  Maybe I could get
permission to go to the bathroom and whack off.  "Mr. Hager, can I stop at
the bathroom on the way?"

He stopped and looked at me.  "No, I think you can hold it until after
detention. You only have 30 minutes to go."

"Yes, sir," I said with obvious disappointment in my voice.

"Please stop calling me sir.  Call me Tom, but only while you're in
detention.  You will still call me Mr. Hager in the classroom, understood?"

"Yes, Sir.  Ah, I mean Tom."  Wow, I was on a first name basis with him.
 That was unheard of with any teacher.

We got to his office and went inside.  It was barely an office.  There was
room for his desk and another chair, but not much else.  "Wow, this is
small."

"I know.  Another reason to apply for Mrs. Johnson's job -- bigger office,"
he smiled at me.  He had a nice smile.

"You know, Mr. Ha...Tom.  You said you used to tutor a lot.  I'm having
some problems with trigonometry.  Would you be willing to help me?"

"Sure Randy.  Bring your books tomorrow and we will work on it."

"Great."  I sat down in the chair, which was against the side of Mr.
Hager's desk.  I held my backpack in my lap.

"You can put your bag down, Randy." Mr. Hager motioned to an empty spot on
the floor next to the chair.

"That's ok, I'm fine."

"Well, I'm not.  Please put your bag on the floor and take out your
homework."

"Yes, sir," Mr. Hager jokingly flashed me an evil look as I put the bag
down beside me.  I immediately put my hands in my lap.  I must have done it
very obviously because Mr. Hager looked at me suspiciously.

"What's wrong, Randy?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Move your hands please."

"There's nothing wrong, Tom."

"Good, then let me see.  You act like you're hiding something."

I was but I didn't want him to see what it was.  Slowly I moved my hands
aside, revealing the outline of my hard cock.

"Well, I don't see anything.  Oh, I see.  I'm sorry, Randy," Mr. Hager's
face flushed and he turned his attention back to his work.

I put my hands back over my lap and looked up and Mr. Hager.  His face was
bright red.  He was looking down at his papers.  I was surprised that he
was so embarrassed by my situation.  I kept looking at him waiting to see
how he would react.  Finally Mr. Hager raised his head and made eye contact
with me.  We just stared into each other's eyes.

In a very low voice, almost a whisper, he asked. "Did I cause that?"

I wasn't sure if I should be honest or not.  "Yes," I answered.  "I told
you I wasn't lying about how good looking I think you are."

"Randy, would you mind locking my office door? I think we should talk and I
don't want anyone to walk in on this conversation."

"Oh great, now I'm really in trouble." I thought.  I walked to the door and
turned the lock.  When I turned to walk back to the chair, Mr. Hager had
pushed back away from his desk and had turned to face me.  He was sitting
with his legs slightly apart.  I looked down and could clearly see the
outline of Mr. Hager's hard cock in his tight corduroys.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time, Randy. I was so happy when you
told me you thought I was attractive."

I wasn't sure how to respond.  A teacher just told me he has been watching
me.  He also said he was happy that I thought he was good looking.  This
was too good to be true.  I decided to take a chance.  I walked right over
to Mr. Hager and dropped to my knees.  My hands were fumbling with his
zipper.  "Wait a second," he said.  I panicked.  I had made a big mistake.
Mr. Hager surprised me when he pushed my hands away and stood up.  "Here,
this will make it easier."

I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.  My face lit up as I reached
up and unbuckled his belt.  I then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  I
reached into his fly and felt his hard cock.  It was trapped inside a pair
of plain white briefs.  Somehow, that seemed perfect for Mr. Hager.  I
grabbed his slacks by the waistband and pulled them down.  I could see his
cock now perfectly outlined in the white cotton fabric.  I found the
waistband and slowly pulled down his briefs.  His cock sprang free.  He
wasn't completely hard, but I could see it was rising quickly.  It must
have been close to eight inches long.  I wrapped my fingers around it and
gave it a gentle pull.  Mr. Hager reached down and lovingly ran his fingers
through my hair.  I moved forward and took his cock in my mouth.

"Oh, Randy," he moaned.  "That feels great."

I took his cock as far down my throat as I could.  He smelled like Ivory
soap.  I started sucking up and down Mr. Hager's dick.  He still had a hand
on the top of my head, gently running his fingers through my hair.

I had only sucked one other dick before Mr. Hager and that was my friend,
Pete.  Pete's dick is a lot smaller than Mr. Hager's.  I really struggled
to swallow Mr. Hager's big dick.

"That feels really good, Randy."

Mr. Hager let me suck on his dick for several minutes, all the time moaning
and telling me how good it felt.  Finally he pulled me off his dick and
told me to stand up.

"Would you like me to do the same to you?" he asked.

"Of course," I blurted out.  I started to reach for the button of my jeans
but Mr. Hager stopped me.

"Here, let me," he said.  He dropped to his knees in front of me and began
to undo my jeans.  He unbuttoned then and pulled down the zipper.  He had
to practically peel them off my body.  My hard dick made them even tighter
than normal.  He finally got them down to my knees.  My boxers were a lot
easier for him to pull down.  My six inch dick sprang up as soon as it
cleared the waist band of my boxers.  "You have a very nice dick, Randy,"
Mr. Hager said as he wrapped his man size hand around it.
 His hand looked so big around my dick.  He stroked it a few times looking
it over admiringly.  Finally he leaned forward and took me in his mouth.  I
thought I would explode instantly.  His mouth was so wet and hot it felt
incredible.  He easily took my whole dick down his throat.

"Oh God, Mr. Hager," I moaned.  "That feels incredible.  I'm not going to
last very long."

Mr. Hager pulled off and licked all around my cock and balls.  He licked as
far as he could between my legs.  His tongue tickled when it reached up
behind my balls.  He licked his way back up my cock to the head and then
took it back into his mouth.  He only had to suck a little more and I knew
I was going to shoot.

"I'm going to shoot, Mr. Hager," I warned.  He only sucked harder.  The
extra suction sent me over the edge.  I started shooting my load into Mr.
Hager's mouth.  He swallowed my load and kept sucking.  He sucked me for
several more minutes before he pulled off.

"Ah, that was very nice, Randy," he said, panting.

"That felt awesome," I said with a big smile.  "Can I finish sucking you
now?" I asked.

"With pleasure," Mr. Hager said as he stood up.  "Do you mind if I sit
though?"

"Not at all," I answered.

Mr. Hager kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and briefs off.  He sat
down on his desk chair and spread his legs.  I quickly knelt between his
legs and took his dick in my hand.  I stroked it lovingly and admired it.
It was thick with a nice big head.  I put my hand under his balls and
lifted them.  They felt very heavy.

"You have a great dick," I said excitedly.  "It's so big."

"Is it?  I guess it is bigger than most guys."

"I hope mine gets this big."

"It might.  You have a very nice dick for your age."

I leaned down and licked around the head of his dick and then worked my way
down the shaft to his balls.  I liked his furry balls.  Mr. Hager moaned
and I knew he liked it.  I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and he
moaned louder.

"Oh wow, that feels good."

I let his testicle fall from my mouth and sucked the other one into my
mouth.  They were too large to get both into my mouth at once.  I licked
his balls for a little while longer before licking my way back up the
length of his dick.  I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it.  Suck my dick Randy."

I took more of Mr. Hager's dick down my throat.  His dick felt so big in my
mouth.  I was in heaven and from the sounds he was making, so was Mr.
Hager.  My mouth slid up and down Mr. Hager's throbbing dick.  It felt
incredibly hot, like it would ignite at any moment.

"Your mouth feels so good on my dick," he said as he began to run his hands
through my hair again.  His touch felt nice.

I was having such a good time that I lost all sense of time.  I don't know
if I sucked him for five minutes or thirty minutes.  Mr. Hager continued to
encourage me and rub my head.

"You're getting me close," Mr. Hager announced.  "You're going to make me
cum."

I had never tasted cum before and I wanted to taste Mr. Hague's.  I pulled
back and sucked on the head, pushing my tongue into his piss slit.

"Oh God," he cried out.  "Here is comes!"

Mr. Hager filled my mouth with his load.  I thought it tasted nutty and
sweet.  I happily swallowed it down.  I continued sucking until Mr. Hager
finally pulled me off his dick.

"That was incredible.  I wish I had given you detention a long time ago."

"Thanks.  That was fun."  I said as I wiped off my chin.

"You know you can never tell anyone about this, don't you?"

"Oh yes, sir.  I'd never tell anyone.  I wouldn't want anyone to tell me I
could never do that again."

"You want to do that again?" he asked, surprised.

"Of course," I said.  "I have four more days of detention, don't I?"

"Yes you do." He said with a smile.

Mr Hager and I met in his office every night after school that week.  We
swapped blow jobs and then he would send me home.  That was just the
beginning.  Mr. Hager and I had sex often throughout my four years at
Medford High School.  After I graduated I went to college and got my four
year degree in mathematics and science.  Mr. Hager and I are now lovers and
live happily together.  All because Jeff Kleinhoffer got me into detention.