*-. Grade A .-*
(Pt. 1)
I sat silently at my desk, waiting for the students to finish their test. Honestly, I thought they would have at least studied a little. I sighed and gently sat my head on my desk top, closing my eyes. Being a teacher near the end of school was nothing but a bore. One by one, children began to walk up to my desk and drop off their papers. I waited and waited til the very last student. A male by the name Ethan sat in his seat, with his chin resting on his palm. He twisted and swirled his pencil in his hand. He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at me. This little punk was making me stay after wasn't he? He was a bratty delinquent. The tops of his ears were pieced and he wore some kind of black, fabric choker. His nails were also pained black. His body shifted slightly and he pressed his pencil to the paper and very slowly started writing.
"Times up." I called out to him. I stood from my desk, eager to just get home. I took the paper from him and stared at it. It was completely blank other the his name on the page, and that was only half wrote down. I glared at him and he smirked, leaning back in his seat.
"I wasn't finished you know. You said there was no time limit, remember teach? I remember you saying, 'now take your time with this, there's no time limit and I don't want you rushing and failing, got it?' Don't cha remember that?" Ethan stretched and his white collared uniform shirt lifted up, showing his stomach and hips. Along his hip was some kind of tattoo. I sighed, pulling my attention away from him.
"Then you can do this tomorrow in detention." I walked over to my desk, slamming the paper to the table. I heard the student's desk squeak as he stood. His foot steps came closer to me and I turned around. Ethan was standing in front of me. He was tall for his age. Maybe 3 or 4 inches taller then me. I glared at him and spoke harshly. "What do you want? Don't waste my time anymore then you have to. I have things to do."
"Oh is that so? You got a date or somethin' teach?" Ethan asked, blocking my path with his arm.
"It's non of your bees wax kid. You're a student, you have no right in my privet life." I ducked under his arm and started walking out of the door, and entered the all, only to be pulled back in to Ethan.
His body was close to mine and our lips were connected. His hands slid up my sweater and I quickly pushed him away and yelled, "What the hell! What are you thinking you idiot!?" His smirk only grew wider. The back of his hand slid against my cheek and he walked away. I tilted my head around the corner, watching the young boy leave with his hands in his pockets.
I touched my lips softly and felt my face began to get warm. What was this some kind of joke? Was he forced to mess with the teacher and see how far he would get? I gently held my books close and sighed, trying not to think of the delinquent kid who just attacked me. I got into my car and began to drive to my apartment. Coming from a rich family, I have nice things. A big tv, soft big bed, large kitchen, two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was nice living in fancy place. I tossed my books aside and took off my clothes, quickly putting on PJ's and plopped down on my couch and began watching tv and eating chips.
This was a normal night for me. I had no love interest and I didn't plan on getting one. I was gay after all and I tried to hide it as well as I could. I did have a little..Something in high school. It wasn't a relationship, more of an experiment. After that, I haven't been in any kind of physical or romantic relationship.
My mind drifted back to my student that attacked me. His lips were soft..And he was warm. His body was pretty toned too. I shook my head quickly and sighed.
"My god whats happening to me..Am I getting so desperate that I'd think of a student like that? Maybe..I just need a little..Relief."
I stood and grabbed my laptop, then slid back onto my couch and looked up my normal gay porn site. New video's were uploaded and I was ready to look for something..Sexy. I suppose I'm a fan of cute bottoms and strong sexy tops. I pulled down my sweat pants and boxers, then started the video. I grabbed my shaft and slid my other hand up my shirt and gently pinched my nipple while stroking myself. This was feeling great.
*-. Grade A .-*
(Pt. 1)
(End)