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As I stood staring into the mirror I couldn't help but be amazed at the places my life had taken me recently. To all outwards appearances I was the same Ben I had always been. I still had the poorly styled honey-blonde hair, and my cheeks were still a bit red from my lack of skill at shaving. I still hated the size of my nose and how slouched my shoulders seemed. But inside I felt so different. I'd been taken into the world of homosexuality by the advances of my Physics teacher, Mr. Franklin and my Principal, Mr. Clark. I had to meet them regularly and make "payments" of sex acts with them to get good marks at school, which I needed to secure my future. But it wasn't about the marks anymore. It was about the acts themselves. Whenever I felt Mr. Franklin shoot his salty load in my mouth, it made me even harder than I already was. Whenever I moaned as Mr. Clark fucked me, I wasn't faking it I loved every second. I'd justified myself all along by saying I didn't have a choice. But now as I stared at myself, I had to admit that I loved it.
It scared me a little, I didn't want to be gay, everyone gave them heaps of shit at school. And I had never really felt particularly gay. And I still enjoyed looking at women. As I tore myself away from the mirror and slung my backpack over my shoulder I had to admit, I didn't have a clue what everything meant. Was I gay or straight? I had no idea. I had another session with Mr. Clark today; I had to be at his office at 4pm, once everyone had gone home. I went through the day in the same sort of manner I usually did, paying as much attention as I could to boring teachers who droned away. I had Physics right after lunch and I spent the time reliving some of my more exquisite moments with Mr. Franklin, something which didn't help put my mind at ease at all. I ended my day even more confused than I normally was. I still had no clue what my growing desire for men meant. To make things even harder (excuse the pun) it was summer and all the girls were dressed in very sparse outfits. I was still taking them in with some pleasure, which only helped fuel my confusion. My penis was rock hard in my shorts as I made my way to Mr. Clark's office.
All my stress about my feelings was put on hold when I reached Mr. Clarks office to find it empty. I shut the door behind me and walked to the desk where I saw a note with my name on it. I unfolded it.
"Ben, I've been called away for a short while on an emergency with one of our exchange students. But don't think you're off the hook, I expect you to wait. I expect you to be ready to perform when I get back."
I sighed and set my bag down in the corner. I was about to take a seat when I voice spoke from behind me.
"What are you doing in here?" I spun around to see a girl standing there. She looked a bit older than me, but not by much. I was a good foot taller, no matter what her age was. She had her hair back in a loose ponytail and I saw a ring through her lip as I began to take in more of her appearance. A pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on her nose, seeming to highlight her eyes. I must have been staring because she looked impatient and asked me, "Well?" I couldn't think of an answer fast enough, so I just stuttered. She spotted the note in my hand and snatched it away. I stared in horror as she kept reading but I couldn't help noticing more of her appearance. She had a style like noone else at our school. Her top was fairly tight, though it didn't show any skin as most girls did these days, and her pants were tight as well, though they were fairly plain, business style pants. Her breasts weren't large, but her top made them seem more prominent. I noticed her nipples were sticking out obviously, so she didn't wear a bra.
"Well, looks like you have permission to be here anyway." She said as she looked up at me. I sagged with relief.
"So you're his new one huh?" she asked me.
I finally managed to force out an actual sentence. "His new what?"
"His new toy of course."
I was rendered speechless for the second time since she had entered the room, and she'd only been here for 3 minutes. I made a noise of denial in my throat.
"Oh come on," she said mockingly. "I've been his teachers aide for 3 years, and I've seen him get a new one each year. How many students are called into their Principals office to "perform" and come sporting one of these." She reached forward and slid her hand over my erection. I looked down with horror to see a painfully obvious tent in my shorts. I managed to grab some confidence from somewhere.
"What kind of teachers aide comes to work wearing skintight clothes like that? Hardly professional."
She just grinned, "I have decent enough skills, Mr. Clark is well satisfied with my work."
The next half hour was interesting. She had this sort of direct manner which gradually drew me out of my own numbing shock and forced me to respond to her frank questioning. She asked me how long he'd had me serving him, and I answered truthfully, only a handful of weeks. I learned her name was Eva. I told her in response that my name was Ben. Eventually she surprised me by asking me the very question I'd been trying to find the answer to all day.
"So you're gay then?"
