Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 02:38:56 +0000 (GMT) From: Dan Perducci Subject: Apt Pupil "Tyler is gay," Jessica teased to her classmates without shame. She was the ringleader of the girls who gossiped maliciously about their classmates. Olivia and Kate spoke just as freely because they knew that he was not in the room. As soon as Tyler walked into the classroom, the girls adopted strangely hushed tones and openly gushed to him. "I liked your project in science class, perhaps you can help me," Olivia cooed. It was hard to tell if anyone could see through their affected friendliness. But the girls' antipathy was never apparent when anyone of authority was around. The late bell rang; Mr. Sharp entered the classroom. "Good morning, class." The students all settled into their desks. The sixth grade students were still very pliable when it came to obedience. Tom Sharp enjoyed being able to spend more time teaching and less time enforcing his classroom rules. "Tyler, please pass out these timelines," the teacher asked. Tyler was the dutiful son of an army colonel and enthusiastically took any opportunity to serve. He practically marched around the classroom with the timelines for his classmates to complete. Fifteen minutes barely passed by before Tyler was finished with his work. He stood by the classroom window and started making bird sounds. Mr. Sharp knew when Tyler was getting restless and needed something to do. "Are you getting bored?" Mr. Sharp called out to Tyler. "I want something else to do now," he replied. Mr. Sharp was at a loss for something to offer because never anticipated someone knowing all of the dates of the Crusades in almost record time. "Come over to my desk, I'll find you a book or something." Tyler took the roundabout way around the classroom and approached the desk like an airplane coming in for its final approach. Mr. Sharp patted the chair next to his desk as a non-verbal invite to his apt pupil. Before he had time to release his hand, Mr. Sharp's hand was caught between the chair and Tyler's eleven-year-old rear end. For a moment, Tyler sat on Mr. Sharp's hand until the teacher pulled it away. Tyler giggled gently. He asked, "What should I read?" Mr. Sharp looked at the shelf behind his desk and pulled a random book titled, "Elmer Gantry." It was an appropriate book considering this kid read through "1984" and "The Crucible" already. Mr. Sharp was slightly turned on by the feel of Tyler's ass on his hand. It was a weird feeling that ran through him. He immediately tried to suppress these forbidden feelings but could not. There was a story behind this. Earlier in the semester, Mr. Sharp intercepted a note from Keith. It talked of Mr. S and his teacher's pet. It was true that Mr. Sharp engaged Tyler more than other students but it was clearly not the `relationship' that the letter claimed. Or was it? Mr. Sharp grew immediately defensive and confronted Keith in the hallway between classes. "I expect you to work in class and not write stupid notes. I don't believe in favorites and you should learn not to say anything if you have nothing nice to say!" he chided the boy. "Thank you for the book," said Tyler. The tow-haired kid sat cross-legged in the chair and started to devour the book with his eyes. It was the end of the school day and Tyler did not even notice when school was dismissed. Tyler was by himself at the desk and seemed to have an agenda. Tyler positioned himself in a manner that a casual observer could see down his shorts legs and into his boxer shorts. Tyler hoped silently that his teacher would see. Mr. Sharp was busy collecting the timelines that were left on desks the classroom when he began to collect his belongings in order to go home. "You don't have to go home but you can't stay here," Mr. Sharp playfully told the remaining child in the room. "This is a good book so far," Tyler told his teacher. "Can I take it home?" "Sure." Tyler darted to the door and gestured to Mr. Sharp to lean closer. Mr. Sharp leaned closer to the kid and Tyler kissed him on the cheek. "That's what they do in France as a gesture of friendship." Said Tyler blushingly. Feeling the moistness of Tyler's lips on his five o'clock shadow," Mr. Clark was puzzled. "Can we be friends?" Tyler asked. His spiked hair and glasses betrayed an immature longing for someone to initiate him into something that he wanted to know more about. "What's your story, Tyler?" asked the somewhat ruffled teacher. Mr. Sharp was not used to having anyone make a pass at him, let alone a child nearly one-third his age. This was a bizarre situation for a young teacher who was being propositioned by his brightest student. "I know you like this," Tyler slyly whispered. "What makes you think that?" Mr. Sharp defensively wondered. Tyler took Mr. Sharp's hand and led him into the supply closet that adjoined the classroom. "I have a secret that I don't want anyone to know." Tyler said. "What is this?" asked Mr. Sharp. "I was reading a book about boys and maturity and wanted to know more about masturbation. I know that you could teach me because you always say that you want me to learn more about stuff." "This is different," the teacher answered. "No, it's not. The body is just another science. Just tell me how to do it," Tyler said with a clinical tone as he pulled his shorts down. "Will you go away if I tell you what to do?" Mr. Sharp imagined himself on the evening news as this sequence of events unfolded in a freakish and surreal way. The boy nodded. "OK, first, you are going to take your hand and caress your penis like..." Mr. Sharp instructed as he held Tyler's hand in place. "Slowly stroke yourself some. Do not be surprised that this feels good." "Now what?" the boy asked. "You might want to spit in your hand or lick your palm to reduce the friction. I'm sorry that there is no textbook for this." "Why do you think I'm here, Mr. Sharp?" laughed Tyler. "I'm glad that someone finds this funny," snorted the impromptu sex ed teacher, "Now, you're going to want to move your hips around a bit." "This is nice," said Tyler. "Could you show me how you do it?" Mr. Sharp was already hard and just needed an excuse to get some relief. OK, just watch me for a few minutes. Mr. Sharp unzipped his trousers with one hand and barred the supply room door with a cabinet with the other. The windowless room was barely lit by the lights from the transom above the door. Mr. Sharp stroked himself for a few minutes and closed his eyes. He quickly felt moistness around his cock that could only be Tyler's mouth. "What the?" Tyler was orally pleasuring his favorite teacher albeit clumsily. The teeth dragging against Mr. Sharp's cock were the telltale moves of an oral virgin. This beginner's technique stimulated the man to climax even sooner. Semen entered Tyler's fresh and unsoiled mouth. Tyler swallowed this unusual tasting substance with a slick little smile. That next week, Mr. Sharp felt moved enough (and afraid of being tempted again) to have the boy skip a grade. "He is far too advanced for a boy his age," he told the kid's parents. What were Tyler's parting words on his way to the seventh grade hall? "Mr. Sharp, aren't you the soccer coach? I plan to try out next month!"