Back to High School : Part 2

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School day number two wasn't as bad as day one. The students seemed quite intelligent, but not wise. It seemed peer pressure led them to do stuff they really didn't mean to do, stuff like pretending to not like their science teacher, me.

But I could see during the lesson that they really got what I was saying, and they enjoyed the way I explained things. I wasn't bad at what I did, I was darn good!

That  revived my spirit a whole lot. However one of my pupils seemed troubled. After displaying his character the first day, I thought I wouldn't care about this boy, but it seemed I was wrong.

Was it because I was a good teacher or because I was a gay man that was being attracted to his student of stunning angelic appearance. No, it must be my teacher care.

"Williams are you okay?" I asked, "are you clearly getting me." Apparently what I said made him mad. By the look on his face I was sure had I not been his teacher, he would have cursed. "Why don't you just mind your f*****g business!" He yelled. I had thought too soon,
he had just cursed in my face, I was having none of that in my class. "That's it boy you have to be in the principal's office after class!

I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my class!" I said angrily. Just what I needed to spoil my day. "If you dare use abusive language here one more time your parents will be involved." I said. I could have gone on with a series of serious threats, but I remembered I was a teacher, taking crap from students is part of my job, I should control myself.

I could see Thomas was not glad about letting his parents know about his behavior, he just sat quietly 'till the bell rang and everyone was leaving. "Williams, remain," I said. I didn't know why teachers used to call students by their last names, I just did it to sound like a teacher.

"Mr Cross I'm really sorry, I didn't really mean what I said yesterday," Thomas said, with a look in his eyes that showed he was sincere.

"And today? What was all that?" I asked. He looked so sorry, but I was not going to give in.

"I wasn't thinking straight when I cursed, it's just that I.." he paused a bit. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well, I have personal issues that are eating me up right now that I can't discuss with you, the frustration was taken out on you wrongly, please do not report me to the principal and my parents, I'm extremely sorry," said Thomas.

I looked at him, I was supposed to be mad at him but I just wasn't anymore. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. I barely knew him, and from what I had seen, he wasn't that good a boy. Should I let him go without punishing him? "Williams, how do I know you are being sincere?" I asked.

"You can ask around, I've never been a bad boy," "You expect me to ask students about the most popular and, uh, popular guy in school's behavior, I don't think they would tell on you, they worship you, it's like they've pledged allegiance to you," I said.

"Sir," he said, trying to stop me from going on, smile of embarrassment adorned his face, making him look more cute. How could I then punish him in my hypnotized state brought about by his masterpiece smile.

"You make it sound like I'm a god or something, people worship me?" he said, with a slight laugh.

"You aren't a god but everybody else thinks you are, this is just my second day here and I've noticed that. Maybe there's something you have put in the school water tank." "Ahh? How did you know?" he said, playing along.

We laughed a bit, and a bit, and a little bit more. "Williams, you are all right. We should start getting along well," I said. "Does that mean you have forgiven me?" he asked excitedly, like a child in a candy store." "Yes, but on one condition." I said with an almost evil grin on my face. Oh the things I would do to him, how I would make love to him with lustful passion, how I would kiss those lips that were so soft and tender like ripe fruit from a far away island, lips that were so perfect they begged to be kissed.

How I would nail him to the cross of my lust. "Sir!" he shook me from my daydream. "Are you okay?" "No, I'm not. I want your kisses to soothe me!" I wanted to say that to him, but I didn't.

"What condition?" a puzzled Thomas asked.

"Well, I just want you to promise that you will be a good boy in my class and will get A plusses." I said.

"With a teacher like you I will dare to promise that! I promise."

"Good. You are free."

"Thanks Mr Cross," said Thomas, beaming with gladness, placing his hand on shoulder. Was he trying to torture me by touching me and sending shock waves all over my already horny body?

"You are welcome Williams," I said, patting his hand on my shoulder. "Sir, why do you teachers call us students by our last names?" asked Thomas. I really didn't know why, but I made up something.

"This is formal education, we have to refer to our clients in a non casual way, in a formal way," said I. "I see. I'd prefer it if you used Thomas." "No, I'll stick to Williams, it makes me sound more like a teacher." I said, as seriously as I could, but a smile invaded my face, followed laughter. At home I fell in that bet of mine, all alone thinking of Thomas. If only I could have him in my bed, get on top of him and grind my crotch into his nicely built thighs, thighs so strong yet tender as if imported from heaven.

All the thinking got me real' hard and horny I had to do a solo act. I felt like a high school kid all over again. Thomas has issues bothering him. Maybe...