**DISCLAIMER** This story contains scenes of sex between two men. If this offends you in any way or is illegal where you live, stop reading now and leave.
It was almost June, and almost time for summer break. I was 18 and in my Senior year of high school. My name is Kyle and I'm about 5'9", white, brown hair, and pretty athletic. I went to the gym a lot and tried to take care of my body, despite not being interested in having a relationship. It just didn't seem appealing to me. But there was one person who I thought was incredibly hot above all others: my psychology teacher, Mr. Steadman. He was tall, about 6'5", and incredibly in shape as he used to play basketball in college. He was tan and had a defined face, with a chestnut brown beard cut short like his hair. He dressed very fashionably and you could always see he was hiding something big in those pants of his. He was very kind and popular and all of the girls liked him, but he obviously stayed professional. That is, he used to stay professional.
I had a crush on Mr. Steadman since I first met him, which is why I used my average grade in psychology as an excuse to have him tutor me after school. When the final bell rang on Friday afternoon, I slowly walked across the school, happy to go see him. Most teachers and students were eager to leave on Friday, but Mr. Steadman seemed to have an affinity for me, and teaching. I walked happily through the deserted halls until I turned the corner to his room. I saw his tall, some would say intimidating, figure with a huge smile across his face. He had an amazing smile that made you want to smile back.
"Hello, Kyle!" He greeted.
"Hey, Steadman!" I said, matching his enthusiasm.
"Ready to review for the exams?"
"Yup, got my book." I replied.
"Great, then let's get started!" he said as he turned and led me into his room. I pulled up a chair and we began reviewing the chapter on developmental psychology. I truthfully understood the unit completely, but I just liked spending time with him. He wasn't afraid to crack jokes or mess around with his students.
He was wearing a fitted white dress shirt, tie, and suit today as he relished dressing nicely and did so especially on Fridays. We eventually drifted from the subject of psychology.
"So how is school going for you? You excited for summer?" he asked me with a smile.
"Oh, definitely. I'm ready to be done with all of these exams."
"Oh I hear you. Trust me, these exams are stressful for us too."
"Just three more weeks!" I added cheerfully.
He laughed in agreement. "So what do you have planned for this beautiful Friday, Kyle?"
I laughed and said "Nothing, I have to work later tonight."
"No girlfriend?" He asked with an usually sly look about him.
"Not really interested in girls." I replied. I figured he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, as I had always heard him chastising students who misused "gay" or said "faggot".
"Oh, you're gay? I actually never would have guessed." He said with some bewilderment. It's true, I'm not very feminine and have plenty of girl and guy friends.
"Yeah, most of my friends know, but I haven't `come out' because the school doesn't really need to know. Besides, I couldn't get a boyfriend anyway" I said with a laugh.
"That's not true, plenty of people like you! You're pretty good looking." He said with some encouragement. I blushed and looked away, until I felt his hand on my thigh.