This story contains extremely emotional content. If you would like to skip to the sexy stuff go to the bottom of this story.
Note: This story is about a man on man interaction between a teacher and student! All characters in this story are over eighteen or just turned eighteen! If you don't like teacher/student relations, man on man relations, or would find this story otherwise offensive, please stop reading this story and exit immediately!
Edited By: AmorOculto
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His name is Tim, and I noticed that he was always very shy young man. Sometimes I try to get his attention, but he just looks away in fear. Was he scared of me? Did he hate me? Is he ashamed of something? Is he hiding something sexy, maybe?
Tim, in my personal opinion, is a very small and attractive boy for being 18; He's extremely smart, slim, quiet, and beardless. I just can't take my mind off of him during the eight classes I have each day. But, at the same time, I worry about him..
Oh, by the way, my name is Mr. Stewart! I'm 6' 2", hairy, bearded, muscular, and have a 7 inch cock. Plus, did I mention that I'm a 12th grade English teacher?
5th hour started (The hour during which Tim attends my English class.) and I noticed him. The first one to walk into class, on time. The quiet boy that sat in the back of the room, just like every day.
Class began so I started my lesson on verbs. Soon all the students were bored out of their minds, so I handed out a worksheet they could work on. I sat down at my desk and looked over at Tim. Staring at him, I day-dreamed about what it would be like to fuck his tight boy hole. Mmmm, did that instantly get me hard! Then I noticed Tim wasn't working on the worksheet, instead he appeared to be drawing or writing in a notebook; maybe like a diary of some sort.
I walked over to him, silently so he wouldn't notice me. I stood in front of his desk and watched for a bit.
In a curious voice, I asked, "Tim? Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing Mr. Stewart!" He gasped. "I-I don't quite understand verbs well and just went to doing something I love."
He tried to pull his notebook under his desk, but I stopped him and took the notebook from him. I look at the notebook and see what looks like a drawing of a teacher. As I look at it I begin to think that teacher looks like me. Something I hadn't expected from the shy boy. It was extremely well done, and I began to wonder. I gave the notebook back to Tim and smiled.
"That's okay, Tim."
I walked over to my desk took a sticky note and wrote a pass.
To: English 2-4-1974, Hour 8
Signed: Jacob Stewart
I walked quickly over to Tim's desk before the class ended and gave the sticky note to him.
"Here you go, Tim. We can work on Verbs at the end of the day. Just tell your study hall teacher you are needed in another room and show them this pass."
Tim just stared at me and nodded his head in shock.
Some of the kids laughed. One of the annoying kids, Matt, laughed the loudest and said in a joyful voice, "Tim is a complete retard! He probably doesn't even know what verbs are!"
"MATT! THAT IS ENOUGH! DETENTION! I WILL SEE YOU ON SATURDAY AND WE
CAN DISCUSS HOW NOT TO MAKE YOURSELF LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT DURING CLASS!" I yelled. Matt was totally surprised, and went back to working.
I looked at Tim, his face looked even more shocked than before. I bent over towards him and asked in a low, nervous voice, "Tim? Are you okay?"
"Mr. Stewart, I've never had anyone stand up for me like that, ever! Thank you!" He replied sheepishly.
"You're welcome, Tim!" I patted his shoulder and went back to my desk to grade the students' papers from the essay last week.
The bell rang, Tim was the last one out the door, and I couldn't help but stare at his smooth, but perfectly shaped ass as he walked out. Mmmm! What I wouldn't give to just feel that boy's ass.
As the next class came in, I began to worry about Tim. "Was he being bullied by Matt and other kids?" I thought to myself. The longer the day went on, I thought about Tim more and more. Now not only worrying about him, but also thinking about him in a sexual way again. Was he attracted to me?
Oh god did I want his boy cock! Which, by the way, he is a man. I wanted to suck him so badly, I could practically feel myself deep throating him already!
8th hour came around, my class was empty, I waited for Tim. Finally, he came in quietly, without even greeting me, sat in his regular seat, and stared at his desk.
"Hi Tim, are you okay?" I ask tentatively.
"Yeah, I'm fine Mr. Stewart." He replied in a seemingly sad voice. "It's just that Matt, and some of his friends, have been bothering me for a while and it just makes me sad."
"I'm sorry to hear that Tim. I'll take care of him, don't worry!"
As I looked at him, I noticed that he had his hands under his desk. "Was he hiding his boner?" I thought to myself. I began to panic, thinking that he was wondering what was taking me so long to start the lesson.
I retrieved the verb worksheet that had been ready on my desk for hours, and walked back over to where Tim was sitting, and gently set it on his desk.
"So Tim, what part do you not understand about verbs?"
"I-I don't g-get how to identify them, Mr. Stewart, or how to use them."
"Well Tim, I can definitely help you with that."
I grabbed a chair and placed it next to his and sat in it. Instantly I got a boner. Luckily though, my coat was hiding it well. I purposely left some of my crotch uncovered so Tim might see it, hoping he was attracted to men like I am.
"Tim, why don't you get a writing utensil out so we can get to work on this worksheet; it won't answer itself!"
Quickly, Tim grabbed a pen from his case with his sleeves covering his hands. He then went back to putting his hand under his desk.
"I Think you need to write don't you Tim?"
Instead of Tim placing his hand over his verb sheet, he went straight to my crotch. I looked at him in complete surprise for a bit.
"I'm so, so, sorry sir! Please don't tell my parents! Please sir, I beg of you!" He pleaded with me, removing his hand.
I was breathless, and I didn't know what to do. Instead of freaking out, I grabbed Tim's right hand with both of mine and kissed his arm.
"Tim, I would never tell your parents. You can trust me with anything. That's what I'm here for."
It was completely true, he really could trust me with anything. Instantly, Tim gripped me tightly, with his arms wrapped around me, and started to cry a little. I felt bad for him, so I put my arms around him to comfort him.
"Thank you, Mr. Stewart." He choked.