Back to High School : Part 3

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Two months had passed since I started work and I had gotten my first pay check, it got me all motivated to do this job, with a renewed passion. Speaking of passion, my fondness for Thomas was ever growing. I joined the hundreds who yearned to inhale the air he exhaled, to bask in his beauty, to drink the water he bathed in, it was crazy.

He was so gorgeous he could sneak into heaven and the angels would not know he wasn't one of their kind. He had let his golden hair grow and Oh how lovely he looked as he ran on that basketball court with the wind blowing through his hair. Mine was a case of love sickness. Like the biblical woman I would say to myself, "If only I could touch the hem of his garment, I would be made every whit whole."

"What's with you and Williams?" my friend and fellow teacher Eric asked me one day in the staff room.

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled by his question. "It seems you are getting along too well. It's just odd how you could get along so well with a student that gave you so much trouble, you're more close to him than to any other student." said Eric.

"Well," I said, "we just started out on the wrong foot, I found out he is quite a nice guy. Have you noticed he greets me more cheerfully than any other student of mine?"

"Yes I have, that's pretty amazing considering how badly he behaved towards you at first." said Eric. "It must be because I spared him from getting into trouble not only with the principal but also with his parents." I said.

"That must be it," Eric said. "You know Eric," I said as we sipped our coffee, " I'm still worried about that boy, he told me he had personal issues he couldn't discuss with me that caused him to behave strangely towards me those first two days. Even though he has changed, I still think those personal issues of his are unresolved and maybe that's what causing his grades not to improve. Should I have a talk with him?"

"You should, you must, he is your student," Eric said. Later that day I told Thomas Williams to see me after school.

I was in the science lab, preparing for the next day's science experiments when Thomas walked in, a real blonde. A real beauty, his athletic form so majestic, a king without a kingdom. How I wished I could share my throne a.k.a. my bed with him. How I wished he would reign over my body, to crown him prince of my dick, to name him lord of my lips. How I wished I could there in the lab mix up some ingredients to create a powerful formula that would make him mine forever.

I abstained from such thoughts as they were but vain, dreams that would never come true. "My favorite teacher!" said Thomas, his smile almost causing a chemical reaction in the lab. "Ah, Williams, just the person I wanted to see," I said. "And what are you cooking up in those test tubes, is it the secret formula that makes you look so young, and good, and, uh, cute." said Thomas, a slight look of embarrassment resting on his face as he realized what he just uttered.

I could hardly contain the excitement that fell over me as he poured praise over me. I almost crowned him prince of my heart there and then. Did he even need crowning to make him prince? He had long stolen my heart, it was his. "You think I'm cute? You should have seen
me in my high school days, I was hotter than the very pits of hell," I said, causing both of us to laugh out loud. Indeed my high school days were fun. I was not the most popular kid, but my looks sure had the girls flocking to me.

I almost didn't make it without losing my virginity or taking another girl's virginity. I was all gay, but hid under the cloak of straightness. Because of peer pressure I had to date girls. When time came that they requested for sex I cut the ties. Many a girl had been broken hearted by me. All I ever wanted was a guy to come and be with me, to take away my innocence. Now it was four years since I left high school and still I was yet to have sex, that bothered me a lot. College brought me no luck either.

Were on earth were the gay guys? Now I was back in high school and fell right into the routine having a major crush on the most popular guy in school. It was frustrating.

"You wanted to speak to me about something?" Thomas asked. "Oh yes, I did. Please take one stool over there and come sit. I'm worried about your grades, what is going on, I thought you promised me you would improve."

"I don't know why I'm failing to understand this science stuff, maybe I'm just too dumb."

"Thomas, you're not dumb. You just have to work extra hard." "My dad isn't pleased either, he thinks I should get a private tutor. Do you know of any who would help?" Thomas asked. "No, but maybe Eric would help." "who's Eric?" "Sorry, he's Mr Philips to you, to me he's Eric," I said. "I don't know," said Thomas. Then he got an idea, I could see his face light up.

"Why can't you help me with some private lessons, you'll be paid handsomely." he said. As much as I liked Thomas, that didn't sound like a good idea to me. Being around him would only fuel up my desire for him, which would cause frustrations as I clearly couldn't have him, he was straight. Or was he? Straight or not I wasn't gonna take any chances, not this time.

"I don't know if I could help you with that, am I not your teacher? If I was good at this you would not be looking for help now,"

"Hey don't say that, you are a good teacher, my favorite that is why I want help from you, please help." How could I refuse those puppy eyes, so enticing, so sexy. "Yes," I said.