I gave my cat a stroke before gently shoving it over and sitting next to it on my sofa. It gave a meow of complaint but obviously wasn't too bothered as it soon curled its paw over it's eye and went back to blissful sleep as I picked up the pile of essays from my English leavers class. These were the kids that really hadn't been old enough to leave at the start of term, had turned 18 during term and were pretty much counting down the days until the end of term so that they could escape the hell that was their school days. It really wasn't much fun teaching the class but it paid the bills. I took the first one from the top and snorted in derision as I saw it was Darren Miller's. Darren was a bit of a wannabe thug, well built, muscled, acted so tough and so cool. He certainly had never shown much ambition on scholarly attitudes. But my derision quickly turned to something else as I read his efforts at a short 'romantic' story. I've corrected the spelling and grammar but below is pretty much what he had written.
"That Bastard teacher Mr. Jones (my name!) had kept me back for detention again! I hadn't done anything except tell that slut Michelle Gayle how fine she was looking in her whore skirt. But he took exception to that, fucking faggot that he is. So anyway, when all the rest of the class had gone it was just me and him in the class and I could tell he was checking me out, like he fancied me. Everyone at school said he was queer and I could see he was well impressed with me. I mean who wouldn't be?
Anyway, after he was staring at me for near five minutes I got up and stood in front of his desk and confronted him, like. Told him straight.
"What you looking at man?"
He was rattled, didn't like being caught out like that and he couldn't look at me, he stammered and mumbled some response but I ignored him.
"You like me do you? You like young meat?"
The old fag was nearly wetting himself and he actually admitted he did, then tried to take it back, he was embarrassing. So I decided to humiliate him, show him his place.
"Bet you'd like a bit of black cock, wouldn't you? Bet you never had none, have you? Well get over here on your knees and beg and I might let you taste it."
He broke just like that, he got down and crawled over to me while I let my dick out and I made him beg to kiss it. He did like a little bitch and soon enough I fucked his faggot mouth with it. Showed him what happens when you mess with me!"
And that was it. A terrible story to be sure and pretty much enough for me to get him expelled, though I doubt he cared. It bothered me though for a couple of reasons. I had heard the rumours that I was gay at school before just because I didn't have a girlfriend or wife but I ignored them. But most concerning of all was the fact I was sporting a massive erection by the time I had go to the end of Darren's charming little tale!
I was bemused and not a little concerned by this development. The story was pathetic really, the scrawling of an obviously deluded and sick mind. And yet it had such a profound effect on me, it had affected me and for the rest of the evening I could not shake the imagery, the symbolism or the thought of that bloody story. I went to bed that night still hard and spent the night tossing and turning and unable to shake the image of me on my knees sucking Darren's dick.
The next day dragged until my English class last thing. I haven't yet decided how to deal with this. I know I should have reported the story to the head of my Department and Darren would have been either suspended or expelled. But I didn't. I thought about it, then thought some more and the more I thought the less confident I was about what to do. When his class entered I couldn't even meet Darren's eyes but towards the end I decided to act and told him to stay behind after class as I wanted to speak to him. He just grinned at me. I wondered if I knew what I was doing.
When the other kids rushed from the room Darren remained looking cocky at his desk. I still found it hard to look at him so I turned back to my desk, found his essay and turned back, dropping it on his desk.
"This, Darren, is not acceptable work. I don't know what you are trying to prove but I want you to take this essay and get rid of it then hand in a replacement one, a decent one this time, by tomorrow."
