Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2009 15:45:33 +0000
From: Kieran McCauley <wallymodo@gmail.com>
Subject: teacher-crush-2

Comments and pictures to wallymodo@gmail.com

TRUE STORY; names changed.

There was silence so I looked up. He was staring at me, his lips parted
confusedly. "W-what?" he stuttered. "Look I'm your teacher!" he said. I
hung my head in shame. I was getting knocked back. "I know sir, I'm sorry,
I just can't help it, I'll move to my old seat in future" I muttered, and
with that, turned and left.

I thoroughly dreaded going into history class the following day. To make it
worse, I'd a double. I sat in my old seat, second row from the back and
took out my books. I managed to go the entire ninety minutes without making
eye contact with him and I packed up quickly so I could make a quick
escape. "Paul, just a minute!" he said. I swore under my breath. I said I'd
catch up with my friends and waited until the room had emptied before going
up to him. "Look, sir, I'm sorry, it'll pass" I spluttered out before he
spoke. He grinned at me. "Look I'm very flattered Paul, I really am. I'm
gay myself so it's good to know I can attract guys" he said, gently. I
looked up, astonished. "You're gay?" I said, loudly. "Sssh!" he said,
furiously. "Yeah, I am". I couldn't even speak, I was stunned. He seemed so
straight... then again so did I. "So we can move on from this problem? I
mean you're almost finished school so we can be back to normal for your
last few months?" he asked. "Yeah. Yeah, sure!" I said, distinctly more
cheerful. "Will you be at soccer practice tonight?" he asked. "Oh shit!" I
cried. "Eh... sorry, sir! Eh... I forgot my stuff for soccer". He
sighed. "Well if you are serious about making the team you will come along
to watch, you can get water bottles for the guys, okay?" he said, sternly,
seeming much more like a teacher all of a sudden. "Yeah, I'll be there!" I
said. I walked home anyway, so I could go whenever I wanted.

The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it I was standing out on the
grass with the other guys, laughing and joking. While I was still in
regular clothes, the others were in the soccer gear. Mr. Hogan came
over. "Okay, lets get straight into it, get warmed up!" he said, over the
noise of the chatter. "Paul, fill up these bottles will you?" he said. The
rest of the session passed in this way, the other guys doing various soccer
drills and games while I did the water boy stuff. The others went in to get
changed and I helped Mr. Hogan to clear up. "See you later!" I waved to
some of my friends, as they left. "Will you just make sure everyone has
left the changing rooms Paul, please" said Mr. Hogan, as he carried the
stuff to the supplies shed. I jogged to the dressing rooms, which were
deserted. I was just about to turn around and leave when the door closed. I
whirled around. Mr. Hogan was standing there. "Sorry, you don't mind if I
shower first, do you? I can't when the guys are in here" he asked, with a
fluffy towel over his shoulder. "Er... no, not at all!" I said. "There's a
mop over there, will you give the place a once over?" he said, as he began
to take off his clothes. I grabbed the mop and set to work, watching him
strip. He took off his t-shirt to reveal a hairy abdomen, as tanned as his
muscular arms were. I stole glances whenever I could manage them as I
mopped. Soon he was wearing nothing other than his boxers, blue Abercrombie
ones. He pulled them down and his flaccid cock swung upwards, against the
force of the waistband, when it was set free. It was about four inches when
flaccid, and uncut. It was kept company by two decent sized balls, held in
a hairy sack. I was waiting with bated breath to see if he'd say something
to me, but to my disappointment, he scooped the boxers up off the floor,
secured the towel around his waist and set off towards the showers.

But he wouldn't show me his cock if he knew I liked him without wanting
something... I thought. Or would he? I was majorly confused. My own cock
was straining against the material of my trousers and I knew I would need
to relieve myself a.s.a.p. I walked tentatively towards the showers, where
Mr. Hogan was whistling tunelessly and shampooing his hair, looking
effortlessly hot. "Oh God..." I whispered, so horny I could've wanked there
and then. But my sensibility overpowered my desire. "Sir?" I said,
loudly. He turned, surprised, that magnificent cock swinging as he did
so. "Yeah?" he asked. "Er... I need to go home now, sir" I said, knowing I
would regret this a lot. "Oh" he said. "Eh... okay... yeah, you take off
so, safe home!" he said, turning back to the shower after a moments
thought. And with that, I turned and left.

Comments (and pictures) to wallymodo@gmail.com