Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:49:08 +0000
From: Kieran McCauley <wallymodo@gmail.com>
Subject: teacher-crush-3

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TRUE STORY; names changed

Slightly exaggerated for entertainment!


I could've kicked myself. I had a huge crush on the guy and I walked away
from him, naked? What was I thinking? When would I get a chance like that
again? I thought it the second I left the room and right until I went to bed
that night. I went back into school the next day wanting him more than I
ever had. Although I'd a good memory I could not picture his cock in its
exact form, just the generalness of it. I wanted to remember every minute
detail forever. I had jerked off with that image in mind the previous night,
a much needed one. I had history in the last period. Whipping out my phone,
I checked the time, as I walked in. "Paul! Give me that phone, you know
they're not allowed!" snapped Mr. Hogan from his desk. I looked up
surprised. He was glaring at me the way al teachers do when they are angry
with a student. "But sir, I was just checking the time!" I said, stunned at
the injustice of it. "I don't care, you know they're banned in classrooms"
he retaliated. Angrily, I stalked up to his desk, threw my phone onto it and
returned to my seat. I didn't get into trouble often but when I did I took
it bad. I was furious for the whole class. Then the bell went at last and I
half ran up to his desk.

"Sir, can I have my phone back?" I said, not looking directly at him. "No
Paul, you know the rules. Tomorrow evening after school you can get it from
the staff room" he said, calmly. I tutted, my anger bubbling. He wouldn't
have done it if I hadn't told him about my crush. "Okay" I said, and without
another word I turned and left. I didn't want him knowing how angry he had
made me. When I got home, I exaggerated he story to my parents, my mother
took my side but my father was more sceptical. "Every time you get in
trouble you blame the teacher, just admit it next time!" he retorted. This
made me angrier but my anger soon faded, watching re-runs of Friends and
Family Guy.

Getting up for school the next day was easier, although I felt strange with
no phone on me. I cheered myself up with the thought of having no History
class that day. The day flew by and, before I knew it, it was time to
collect my phone. I knocked on the staff room door and another teacher, Mr.
Amery, answered. "Hi sir, is Mr. Hogan in?" I enquired. "No I'm afraid not
Paul, he hasn't come in yet anyway" he replied. I thanked him and gave him
my Biology homework, remembering it at the last second. "Good man" he
grinned as he took it from me. I leaned against the wall and waited for Mr.
Hogan. I watched no less than ten teachers enter and leave when he finally
appeared. "Oh Paul, sorry I forgot!" he said, evidently surprised to see me.
"Here, come on in and I'll get it". I couldn't suppress a grin as I entered
the room behind him; no students got to see the staff room, it was a big
honour. I had difficulty stifling my gasp. First we passed by a short little
kitchenette which lined the wall on the right as we entered, then we rounded
a corner into the main concourse. There were several tables pushed together
into one long table, with soft blue chairs either side. On one wall there
were two big flat screen televisions. There were lockers lining one wall and
each teacher seemingly had one because Mr. Hogan went to one which had a
little nameplate saying "S. Hogan" on it. He opened it up and took out a
rucksack, the one he carried into school every morning. He rummaged through
it, finally withdrawing my phone. "Here you go" he said, handing it to me.
"I charged it up last night so you'd have full battery, it is the same model
as my phone". "Thanks!" I said, delighted to have it back. "Oh by the way..."
said Mr. Hogan, as I turned to leave. "You've got quite the collection of
pictures on it!". I dropped my phone in surprise. I picked it up hurriedly
and turned to face him. "W-what?" I stammered. "You went through my
pictures?". He laughed. "Well where's to fun in being able to confiscate
phones if you can't look through `em?" he grinned. I was stunned. My History
teacher had admitted to looking at porn on my phone. I could only presume he
meant the folder in the "My Items" section of my phone which contained a
large quantity of porn. Gay porn.

I was mortified, even though I knew he was gay. I must've been blushing
deeply because he said: "Paul, no need to be embarrassed, you're a teenager
and you will have many urges, all boys go through that stage". I nodded,
still stunned and embarrassed. "Well I have to go and lock up, so you may
head home now he said, ruffling my hair as he went by, something he never
did. It sent shivers down my spine. I was rooted to the spot. He turned back
around. "Look, Paul, you've shared a huge secret with me, I respect you for
it. I know you're going through a difficult time and I hope you accept your
sexuality soon, because there's no better feeling" he said, kindly. "You're
out, then?" I asked, looking up into those gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, to friends
and family, not at work... it can get complicated in my line of work, I'm sure
you can imagine what would happen if the students knew" he sighed. I
completely understood. Teenagers were not the most understanding generation,
especially in this day and age.

That evening at home I decided to up my game. I had been side-tracked lately
and made no more moves so I decided to go again. I would "accidentally"
forget my soccer gear the next time we had a practice session. This was a
few days later and I told him after History again. "Well you can help out
again so, good man" he said, barely looking up from his paperwork. I was
first one out on the grass after school waiting. The session began, with me
filling up water bottles again. Mr. Hogan jogged over to me when the other
guys were doing laps of the field. "Will you grab the bag out of the back
seat of my car, Paul, please" he said, thrusting his keys into my hands. I
nodded and set off. His Volkswagen Golf was parked relatively near the
soccer field so it wasn't a long journey. I opened it and grabbed the bag,
which was open. It contained a towel and shampoo, so he was having another
shower.

I couldn't wait to see him naked again. I ran back, placing the bag and keys
on the ground by my feet as the others ran back into the changing rooms. Mr.
Hogan and I waited outside, gathering up the bollards and water bottles used
in the session. Soon, most of the lads appeared to be gone, I jogged in to
check. "Everyone's gone!" I called, and I picked up the mop again to clean
up after the lads. He came in again and began to strip. My cock
uncontrollably began to rise, as it so often did. I wanted him to catch a
small glimpse of it so I made no effort to hide it for a few minutes. When
he was completely undressed, he swung the towel over his shoulder and, just
as I'd hoped, he noticed my erection. "Ah, Paul..." he grinned, pointing at my
crotch. I looked down in mock surprise. "Oh sorry, sir, I didn't realise it
was so obvious" I said. He laughed and headed towards the shower. I was so
horny at this stage, I just had to relieve myself. I went into the toilet
cubicles, which lined one of the walls of the changing rooms. I locked the
door behind me and dropped my trousers and underwear. My cock was throbbing
with potential pleasure. My cock is about seven and a half inches, not
hugely thick, and uncut. I've always been happy with it and certainly never
had any complaints. I began to stroke slowly at first but, remembering that
Mr. Hogan would be out of the shower in a few minutes, I sped things up. I
began to get lost in the pure ecstasy of masturbating. In my opinion, there
is no better feeling than cumming. I thrust my hips in rhythm with my
strokes and began leaking pre-cum like crazy. I was struggling to keep
myself from moaning aloud, as my teacher would most certainly hear. I began
to shoot out my cum at last in thick spurts. I couldn't help it, I let a
little groan of pleasure escape my lips, then I heard footsteps approaching
my stall. Uh oh, I thought. I was still cumming and there was no way I'd
finish up before this person reached me. There was a knock on my door.
"Paul, is that you?" came Mr. Hogan's voice. "Yes, sir" I replied, higher
and more strained than usual. I was trying to get all the cum out and clean
up before I came out. I heard the cubicle door next to me open and the
toilet seat being put down. "Oh shit" I whispered. I looked upwards and saw
Mr. Hogan leering over the wall separating the two cubicles. "How did I
guess?" he grinned. I could only imagine what it looked like to him, me
hunched over the toilet squeezing out the last few drops of cum. "C'mon,
hurry up, I want to talk to you when you get out". hurriedly, I cleaned
myself up and exited the cubicle. He was sitting on a bench waiting on me.

"Paul, you have to control yourself. If you hadn't shared your secret with
me, if it had been any other teacher, how would that have looked?" he asked,
seriously. I nodded and apologised. He put his hand on my knee. "I know it
must be hard. I had a crush on a teacher when I was in school, it was really
hard not to make a move" he sighed. "What happened in the end?" I asked. "I
never made a move... and regretted it so much ever since" he said, moving his
hand up my thigh. My heart seemed to be beating at twice its normal speed,
in my neck. what was going to happen? He moved his hand right up to wear my
two legs meet and brushed against my balls. I looked up from his roaming
hand and into his eyes. He was staring straight back at me and leaned in for
a kiss. I couldn't help myself, I jumped up and sat, with my legs spread,
across him, furiously kissing him back and massaging his chest and legs...

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