Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2009 15:53:45 +0000
From: wallymodo@gmail.com
Subject: Teacher Crush

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TRUE STORY; names changed.

I was sixteen years old and in high school at the time. I was gay but not
out. I had a major (and I mean MAJOR) crush on one of the teachers. He was
about five foot eight or nine, not the tallest, with sallow, tanned skin,
jet black hair and a very handsome face. His smile would make you melt with
pure lust. Since the very first day I stepped through those doors when he
was telling new students where to go, he was my favourite teacher. I even
chose my subjects so I'd have his classes! He thought history, which would
not be my favourite subject but it was worth it just to see him every
day. He was also the school soccer coach, which meant I saw him twice a
week after hours too.

I should probably describe my sixteen year old self; I was about the same
height as I am now, five foot ten inches. I had dark brown longish hair and
was slim. I play soccer so I'm fairly fit. I've chocolate brown eyes which
I've always been fond of. I don't follow a particular fashion; I just like
my own style.

It was my last year in school and I was sick and tired of settling for
watching him and wanting him so I decided to start a plan. I was going to
seduce him in the long term. I started with fairly simple stuff like
"accidently" dropping my book on the way out of class so I could bend over,
etc. I allowed him to see me checking him out about once a week. Yes, it
was a slow process but I couldn't just make a move could I?  If I got
rejected how could I go to school everyday? Slowly, I allowed my grades in
class to drop.

Just before we got our Christmas break I decided to step things up a
notch. I stayed behind after class, delaying when packing up. "Sir?" I said
attentively. "Yes?" he replied, looking u to see who had spoken. We were
alone in the classroom now. "Er... I don't really know how to say
this... but I've got a problem" I said, hesitantly, watching for a
reaction. "What is it?" he asked, concerned. He sat up on his test and
folded his arms, watching me with a concerned look on his
face. "Well... you know how my grades are going down?" I said. He
nodded. "Well... this is really embarrassing..." I continued, blushing
furiously, which now that I think about it, would've increased the effect
of my performance. "Well take your time, its last class so I'm in no rush"
he said gently. "The thing is... I'm gay" I confessed. He could not hide
his shock at what I just said. "Y-you're gay?" he spluttered. "Yeah" I
replied, my face still a burning red colour. "B-but you're... you're one of
the b-best players on the team!" he said, hastily apologising for the
outburst. "I know" I said. "But being gay won't affect my soccer
performance, I swear". He digested the information and there was a moment
of awkward silence. "You say this has something to do with your grades
slipping?" he asked, his tone changing from the high pitched shock it had
been in. "Yeah... I kinda have a crush on someone in this class..." I
trailed off, looking at my feet. I didn't want him to know it was him, not
yet. "Okay... well the best you can do is move seats I suppose..." he said,
obviously thinking very hard for a solution. "Maybe next time we've class
I'll move you for misbehaving so it's not obvious?". "Yeah, thanks,
Mr. Hogan!" I said.

After Christmas we came back and, true to his word, Mr. Hogan scolded me in
our first history class. "Paul! I've seen you talking three times now! Up
in the seat in front of me!". Wow, I thought. It had worked better than I
could've hoped; I was right up in front of him now, with a close up view. I
went home and formulated a risky plan. I decided to let him see obvious
boners in my clothes. I put my plan into actions in the very next class. I
was hard the minute I started thinking of it. I was wearing jeans and my
boner strained against the material, veering off to the left as it
rose. Then I leaned back in my chair, on the pretence of yawning. There
were no students in the front row except me so unless someone walked up to
the front of the room for something I should have been safe. I chanced a
glance at Mr. Hogan. He was correcting some tests but was looking up in my
direction. He sat up properly and coughed. I looked at him and he
discreetly notified me to my "oblivious" condition by flashing his eyes at
my crotch and back to my face, half grinning. Pretending to be embarrassed,
I quickly sat my chair into the correct position.

"Paul, can you hang back a minute please?" he said, as the others began
leaving. I remained in my seat. When the room was empty he began to talk.
"Look, I know it must be hard to stop your mind wandering but you've got to
stay focused. This crush will pass, your exams won't!" he said, giving the
old teacher talk. "Okay sir" I said, nodding. I got up to leave and my
hard-on fell forwards in my trousers. "Oh!" I said, quickly sitting back
down. Mr. Hogan laughed. "Need a minute, eh?" he grinned. Right, I have to
lock this room so just tell me when you're ready, I'll keep correcting
these" he said, indicating to the pile of tests. After ten minutes of
silence, except for his pen scratching along the paper, he said: "So, you
ready to leave yet?". I shook my head. "No, sorry sir" I said.  "Wow...
that's ten minutes, are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah I'm fine... it's just...
well my crush isn't a student, sir... it's you" I muttered, staring down at
the table.

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