Mr. MCWilliams and I

I was 17 years old and in my second year of High School. It was the already the third day of school and I was still missing an elective. Not being any good with my hands, I didn’t choose shop. I already had chorus and art. I just needed one more so, I chose typing. Since I had already taken Typing I and II, I was ready for advanced typing. My teacher, as it turned out, was a man named Mr. McWilliams. Mr. McWilliams was the heart throb of every girl in the school and a few of the boys too. I was no exception. Although this sounds corny, his hair was actually flaxen! A golden blondish color. He was built too. Strong arms, muscular chest, and he always wore tight pants that showed off his corded thighs and one helluva basket! He sported a thick blond mustache and had piercing blue eyes. Most of the time, he wore a white shirt underneath a V-Necked sweater. It showed off his gorgeous chest hair. He stood about 5’8 and he probably weighed about 190lbs. Needless to say…he was fucking gorgeous. 

Now, I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle. When I was 7 years old my mom had died so, my brother and sister and I went to live with one of her sisters. My aunt and uncle helped me to come out of the closet at the age of 15 so that wasn’t a problem. Everybody in school knew I was gay and, believe it or not, I never had any problems with any of my fellow students over it. Although some of them did not understand it, they were cool with it. My problem? I was still a virgin. Anyway, my first few weeks in advanced typing were uneventful. It wasn’t until my third week of school, that we received a phone call during dinner one evening. It was a Friday night and I remember it like it was yesterday. My uncle always sat at the head of the table right under the phone that was on the wall next to him. He, himself, was employed by our cities school system so it was to my advantage to behave myself in all my classes. When he answered the phone, he said, “hello Chris, it’s been a long time.” I didn’t know who he was talking to. Then he said something that caught my ears. 

“In about an hour Chris? Sure! David’s been doing well in all his classes and I’m sure he’d love to camping with you and some other boys!”
When he hung the phone up, he looked at me and smiled.
“That was your typing teacher Chris McWilliams, and you’re going camping for the weekend with him and some other classmates. So finish your dinner ‘cause he’ll be here in about an hour.”

“Mr. McWilliams wants to take me camping?” I asked increduously. “I hardly know him!”
“Well, apparently he’s pleased with your work and this is his way of rewarding you and some other boys.”
It was settled. I was going camping with him and some class mates (whom I hoped I knew) and from the tone of my uncle’s voice, there was no room for argument. Besides, I had nothing better to do this weekend anyway. I finished my dinner and dutifully went upstairs to my room that I shared with my older brother and started throwing some things in an overnight bag. When the hour had passed, there was a horn sounding outside. I looked out the window and saw Mr. McWilliams behind the wheel of his car but I did not see anyone else in the vehicle with him. I waved and ran downstairs with my bag. I kissed my aunt goodbye, thanked my uncle and said goodbye to my siblings. I ran outside and opened the back door of his car.

“Just throw your bag back there David,” he greeted me. “You can sit up front with me.”
I did as he said and climbed in the front seat. He turned to me and smiled. God this man was beautiful and I felt a slight stirring in my pants as he grasped my hand firmly and shook it.
“Ready for some fun David?”
“I guess so, but where are the others and how many more are coming?”
“Well, there’s the rub,” he said cautiously. “It’s just going to be you and I for the entire weekend.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple,” he smiled. “You’re my best student in the whole school and I thought a reward was a good idea.”
“But my uncle told me that there would be others.”
“Let’s just say I kinda lied to him,” he smiled again. “You’ll understand when we get there.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my cabin. It’s right over the New Hampshire border and it’s only a 45 minute drive from here. It’s a one room cabin, with the exception of the bathroom, and it’s secluded. My nearest neighbor is two miles down the road. It’s very nice…you’ll see.”

I sat back to enjoy the ride (although I was puzzled about this trip and somewhat nervous) and the rest of the conversation was about school, homework, and stuff like that. When we finally arrived at the cabin it was completely dark. I grabbed my bag from the back and followed him up the steps. He opened the door with a key and we stepped inside. It was completely dark. 
“Wait here,” he said.

As he passed me I thought I felt his hand pass over my crotch in the darkness. It could have been my imagination but I jumped slightly just the same. Then the lights came on in the cabin. It was one big room. There was a fireplace at the far end and rugs all over the place. There were a couple of comfy looking chairs, a bookshelf, a radio (no TV) and a closet. Directly to my right was a bathroom with a shower stall. But what really caught my eyes was the king size bed on the left side of the cabin. One bed…two people. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that my typing teacher brought me here to seduce me. I trembled slightly at the prospect but said nothing.

“Take your coat off,” he said. “I’m going to start a fire. You can put your bag over by the bed.”
I took my coat off and walked to the bed. I placed the bag on the floor next to it and laid my coat across the bed. God that bed was fucking huge. I estimated that you could sleep six of me in it and play hide-n-seek! When I turned around, there was already a roaring fire going.
“Gas,” he said as he laughed at my expression. “The cabin looks rustic but it’s completely modern. Come here and sit in front of the fire.”
He tossed a couple of pillows down on the rug from one of the chairs.