And now I'm pleased to introduce....

Chemistry, Part I
"The Catalyst"
By Joey E
 

Here it was, the freakin' first day of school again. I wasn't looking forward to coming back to school. Sure, it was great to see my friends again, but I could see my friends outside of school. I guess it was just my luck being 17. At least I was a Senior. I was going to get my driver's license this year. Things weren't all that bad.

It was the usual first day of school routine. Teachers handing out textbooks, handing out papers, filling out information, you know the drill. It looked to be a busy year, but at least I had two classes with my best friend, Zach. There wasn't much excitement otherwise until my ninth period class, Intro to Chemistry. I heard about the class before. Since it was an honors course, I knew it was going to be a challenge. Stories were told about the old bat that taught the course, so I wasn't looking forward to it at all. That all changed the moment the teacher stepped in the classroom.

"All right, kids, this is Intro to Chemistry honors, so if you're not in this class, you may now leave and we'll try not to laugh at you."

The class, a bit shocked, chuckled. No one got up and he continued.

"As you know, I am NOT Mrs. Williams," he said, still standing in front of the class. I was seated in the 2^nd back row of the class. But I was intrigued. There was something about him that I just didn't understand.

"Mr. Anderson is the name, dudes, and I regrettfully inform you that I will be your chemistry teacher instead."

His attitude was a bit cocky, as you can tell, but a cocky teacher was better than a boring one. I looked him over as he started to take role and assign seats. First thing, he looked no older than 20. In fact, he probably could've fit in with the high school crowd if he tried. He was dressed in a loose fitting-button shirt and khakis. He was around 5'8", which didn't help him look older. He was around...

"Davis, Christopher?" I heard someone say faintly in the background.

...maybe 150bls, with a thin waist...
"Christopher Davis?"

...and broad shoulder...

"Christopher Davis?"

OH SHIT! I jumped up and said, `Here!" My friends around me started to laugh. I was known to drift off into space. But little did they know, I was checkin' this new teach out.

The teacher laughed as well. "It's only first day Davis...don't zone out on me yet..." he said with a smile on his face. Dimples emerged in his cheeks. His blue eyes shining as they looked at me.

"Is Chris good to call you?" He asked as I picked up my things and sat where he assigned me to sit.

"Nah, CJ," I said, surprised to feel sweat on my forehead as I moved up to the first row right in front of him.

"Very well, CJ then, you're right here," he said, pointing to the seat.

Shit, I thought to myself. I hate being in the front row. At least my best bud, Zach, was sitting next to me, as luck would have it. Well, the rest of the class went without incident. He handed out papers, the textbook, and went over what would go on in the class. Lab days would be Monday and Thursday, extended periods.

In the next few weeks, I found myself checking out the teacher even more. I heard all the chicks talking about him, wondering if he was single, and shit like that. He was always well-dressed, but always liked those baggy shirts. But they always seemed to show off his broad shoulders. His blonde hair was closely cropped to his head. When he wasn't distracting me with his looks, I found him to be an excellent teacher. Always into the subject, never boring.

By the way, I am Christopher Jason Davis. My family called me CJ when I was younger and the name stuck. I'm a smaller guy, 5'2", 100lbs, 27" waist, short brown hair, blue eyes, and just your average high school slacker. It puzzled me why I found Mr. Anderson so intriguing. I mean, one single person never had that much affect on me. He always had my undivided attention, even when I wasn't actually paying attention to what he was saying.

So by the third week, we started doing lab work. My friend, Zach, was my lab partner and we went back to the lab portion of the classroom. There were about 8 lab stations which two people shared. Half of the class would go one day, half of the class would go the other. Mr. Anderson was demonstrating on the proper ways to handle lab equipment and more importantly chemicals. Just my luck, he chose our lab station to do the demonstration.

I had a front row seat so-to-speak to observe the demonstration and the teacher. This was the first time I was with in inches of him and I could smell the scent of his cologne. It wasn't intense, it was just a light scent. I closed my eyes as I inhaled. When I opened them back up, I noticed the Teach looking at me. He just grinned and continued to talk to the class. I cursed at myself for being such an idiot and told myself to get a grip on it. I looked back at Zach standing on the other side of the teacher and he just grinned. Zach seemed to know me too well these last few years, and it was starting to bug me.

I thought I had control of the situation, but then, he needed to get something that was past me. He turned his upper body toward me to reach it, but then took one small step to reach further right into me. My first reaction was to move out of the way, but not before I felt something brush up against my thigh through his thin Dockers. I froze when I felt it and sprung wood immediately. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to conceal, since I had on some thin Nike sweat shorts. Luckily the lab table was higher than waist level, so the only one who could see it was I and probably Mr. Anderson. I prayed he wouldn't. But, as I moved out of the way so he could get whatever he needed, I noticed him looking down at the lump in my shorts and gave me a smirk and said, "Sorry about that, bud."

I blushed five shades of red, and said, "No problem."

That was the only contact I had with the teacher. Another week went by and we were really getting into the material. I found it hard to balance the equations with the scientific notation, those damn ions, and whatever else he threw at us. But, we all hung in there and got through the various challenges. I was drawn in by his casual approach to teaching and learning, and it was obviously working. I was also drawn to his looks, I must admit. I didn't know what was going on, but I was sure as hell enjoying it.

Imagine my surprise that weekend, when I ran into him at the local Best Buy. I was out buying some new CD's, checking out the audio equipment I couldn't afford, and all of a sudden, bam! I walked into someone while checking out the receivers.

"Oops, sorry, man," I said, looking up at the person I just walked into.

"CJ! What's up?"

"Hey, Teach! How's it going? Didn't mean to bump into you like that."
"That's cool, kid. Whatcha doin' out here?"

"Grabbin' some CD's, and checkin' out the gear," I said. I then noticed he was dressed casually, the first time I ever saw him without his teacher clothes. He nearly knocked me flat on the floor. He was even better looking. He had a tight fitting Billabong white t-shirt on and had cargo shorts on as well. You could see the pecs poking out and his legs were fantastic, covered with a light coat of blonde hair. His arms were all smooth with the classic veins bulgin' out of his forearms.

"Cool, man, I'm out lookin' for a new TV. Mine just died last night," he said, smilin' at me.

Those damn dimples do it to me every damn time. And since this was the first time I had ever seen his bare arms and legs, I was on overdrive. I tried desperately though to remain decent and calm.

"That's cool, Mr. Anderson."

"Yeah I just bought one, and on my way up to pay. Were you leavin' soon?"

"Actually yeah, the bus comes soon," I said. I had taken the bus, as I sometimes do to the mall area. Not much else a teen can do without a driver's license.

"Great, you can help me load it into my truck then," he said, still smiling.

"Will I get an A if I do?" I joked.

He laughed and tousled my brown hair. I grinned up at him.

"Let's go!" he said. I followed him up to the register and couldn't help notice his ass. Like all the rest of his body, his ass was perfect. It fit his shorts perfectly. I guess I'd be jerkin' off when I got home that night!

We went up. His TV was on a cart, waiting for us. He paid and I paid and we were out of there. They offered to help us, but Mr. Anderson said, "No, thanks. I think we can handle it."

He pushed the cart to the curb outside and said, "Do you mind standing here while I get the car?"

"No prob, teach!"

He pulled up his 2001 Toyota Tacoma V6 4WD pick up and pulled it to the side. He got out and opened up the tailgate. I pushed the cart over to where he was. I had to admit, it was a fuckin' big heavy-ass TV.

"How big is this sucker?" I asked.

"36 inches baby!" he yelled, smiling.

I couldn't believe this was the same guy who taught chemistry. He was so much lighter here in public. And much more revealing, ahem.

"Awesome," I said.

"CJ, you're gonna have to help me with this thing. I know you're a small guy, but I think we can get it."
"Okay, Mr. Anderson."

"Oh, and CJ, it's just us," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Please, call me Steve. I'm still getting used to that Mr. Anderson shit and quite honestly, it makes me sound like an old man."

"Well, how old are you?" I asked, a question I had been wondering about since the first day of school.

He chuckled. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," I answered.

He chuckled again. "Dude, I am only 5 years old than you are."

"Wow," I said, jokingly. "You are ancient!"

"Hey, man!" he yelled. "You're not doing anything to help your grade, young man!"

The teacher was back. "All right, old man, or would you prefer old fart?" I said, darting away from him.

"Ah, stuff it and help me move this big TV into the truck."

Though it was heavy, we got it in.

"Hey, CJ, could I ask you to help me move this into my apartment before I take you back to your house?"

"Sure, Mr. Anderson," I said.

"Hey! What did I tell you about that Mr. Anderson?"

"Sorry, Teach!" I said, jumping into the front passenger seat of the pickup. We rode off, actually passing my house on the way to his apartment.

"Hey! You just passed my house!"

He turned on to the next street which led to an apartment complex. This was too fuckin' weird. My fantasy teacher lives right next to me, I thought.

"Damn, I didn't know you were that close to me, CJ!"

"Neither did I," I said. We pulled into a parking spot. The apartment complex was nice. I should know, I delivered morning papers in the complex.

"Shit, man, you're even on my paper route. Why the hell don't you get the paper?" I asked, jokingly, but half-serious. I could always use another customer on my route.

"Well, if I knew you were the paper boy, I would!"

We both laughed and climbed out of the truck.

"I never usually have students over at my place, you know. It's a bit messy now," he said, unlocking his front door.

"Ah, who cares, Mr...er...Steve. Gosh, that's weird!"

"What?" he asked, opening the door, looking back at me.

"Calling you Steve," I said, following him inside the hallway.

"It's cool with me, as long as you call me Mr. Anderson at school."
"I'll try to remember."

His apartment wasn't bad. It was spacious and was pretty nice and organized. I looked at some pictures he had on the wall. One in particular caught my eye. It looked like a vacation montage and had a picture of my teacher on the beach with some friends of his. Most importantly however, it was him with his shirt off. I began to sweat, though it wasn't too warm. I licked my lips as I saw his smooth defined chest.

"Hey CJ, you ready to move this beast?"

I snapped my head in his direction, trying to regain my train of thought. "Uh yeah, Mr...Steve. Whenever you are."

We both went back outside to the truck. He opened the tailgate and pulled the box up.

"Here, CJ, you grab the front and pull and I'll get the back."

I grunted as I pulled the front and he grabbed the back and pretty soon we were carrying the fuckin' TV into his pad.

"Here, babe, set it down right here."

I set it down rather quickly.

"Damn, that bitch was heavy!" I said.

"Huh?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Oops, sorry, Teach," I said, grinning.

He grinned. "I don't care what you say out of school, man. It's cool."

I was breathing hard and I wiped the sweat off my forehead. He looked a little sweaty too and all too soon I became aware of his presence again. He stood there wiping his forehead with his arm and smiled down at me.

"Whoo! You thirsty, bro?" he asked, walking towards the kitchen.

"Actually, yeah," I said, following his body with my eyes. I'm thirsty for something I can't quite get, I thought to myself. I really just wanted to lick all that sweat off his smooth arms and just go crazy on him.

"You want a Coke?"

"Sure, man, thanks," I said, sitting down on his couch. He came back in the living room with a can of Coke and a bottle of Bud for himself. He handed my the Coke and sat down next to me on the couch.

I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent that was somewhat familiar to me, but without the cologne this time. I took a glance at his thighs as he cracked open his beer. I looked at his smooth, toned arm as he raised the bottle up to his mouth. Fuck I needed to get out of there before I lost control and spring a boner.

"Well, man, I hate to drink and run, but I gotta get home, Steve."

"Aw...so soon? I'd like you to stick around and help me set it up, bro," he said ,smiling, roughing up my hair again.

I looked at my watch. It was only 4PM. Oh, what the hell? I was having fun with him, even if it was pure torture. He was proving to be a cool guy! I answered, "All right, teach. Let's set her up!"

"Woo hoo!" he yelled. "Good deal, bro!"

With that, we pulled ourselves off the couch. He pulled out a pocket knife out of his pocket and cut through the tape to open the large box. I noticed before there was an open area on a stand against the wall and assumed that's where the TV was going.

"Here, bro, it's probably easier to flip it upside down and take the box off the TV."

We flipped the box over and removed the box. It was a cool Sony WEGA flat screen TV.

"Damn, I said. "That's sweet!"

"Thanks, dude."

We took the wrapping off the set. "Here, help me move it up there."
I once again lifted the TV set up with my teacher's help or was it vice-versa. But anyway, we moved it to the TV stand.

"You good at electronics?" he asked.

"Yeah, man, I love `em!"

"Well, then can you help me? I'm never good at this crap!"

I laughed. "Sure, Teach. Let me get in there."
He stepped aside. Luckily the stand was on wheels so I could pull it out to see the connections on the back.

"On second thought, let me watch you. Maybe you can teach me this time!" he said laughing.

"It's really simple. You have a DVD player and a VCR right?"

"Yeah."

"How the hell did you set this up in the first place then?"

"Oh, my friend did it for me," he said, smiling.

I looked up at him. "Well, it is simple man. You take the VCR and hook it here. You take the DVD output and hook it here. And you put the cable here!"

"Where?" he asked, bending down to get a better look. But to do that, he also had to lean on my shoulder with this hand. His knees cracked as he knelt down in back of me.

"DVD, VCR, Cable," I said, point to each input.

He got even closer to me as I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My dick immediately responded. I inhaled sharply. I couldn't believe he was this close to me. I didn't know what to do. I made a motion I wanted to get up. He let me up and then knelt back down.

"So, VCR, Cable and DVD?" he asked.

I knelt back down. "Dude, it says it right there..." I said. Now I was leaning over him and pointing to where the labels were. He still smelled sweet to me. I looked down at him and suddenly realized I needed to get out of there and fast before I lost control. I quickly looked down at my shorts, which by now had a tent in them.

"Dude, I really have to go," I said.

He stood back up and turned to face me.

"Aw, man, stay! Check out my new toy with me!"

He sounded more like a friend than a teacher at this point. He smiled at me and I weakened once again. I was standing there in front of him with boner. I hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Dude, something come up?" he asked, pointing down to my shorts.

"I, err, uh..."

"Hey, CJ, it's cool. We all get those, bud."

"Well...um.."

"Come on, man, let's turn this baby on and see what it can do before you leave."

I was relieved he didn't make a big production out of my present condition. But I still felt that I was going to explode at any moment.

He unwrapped the remote and put the batteries in. "Go on, man, sit down," he said, putting his strong hand on my shoulder.

I smiled weakly at him and walked over to the couch and sat down. He pushed the TV cart back into place and walked over to the couch. I looked up at him once again and that made my woody even stiffer. He studied the remote for a moment and then hit the power button.

"Let's see what this baby can do!" he exclaimed, sitting down next to me.

The picture came on almost instantaneously and it was a beautiful picture.

"Aw, man, that's fuckin' awesome!" he said, smiling. He flipped through some channels.
"Dude that is sweet!" I said, focusing my attention on the screen. I was relieved that there was another distraction besides the one that was driving me insane.

"Ha ha!" he said. "This is awesome!"

We watched some shows as he flipped through the channels. He was right next to me. I worked up the nerve to look at him again. He was the hottest thing I laid my eyes on. I looked up at his face and realized he was looking at me. I backed away slightly and looked at him with fear, knowing I had been snagged.

He sighed heavily and looked away.  He looked at me again and smiled.  "Well, CJ," he said, "Thanks for helping me get this thing in here, bro.  And thanks for helping me set this baby up!"

He leaned back on the couch and sighed again.  I looked away.  "No problem, Teach.  My pleasure," I said, trying to remain cool.  "But, now, I gotta go," I said, standing up.

"All right, bud.  See you in school on Monday."

"Sure thing, Steve," I said, smiling.  He got up and extended his hand.

Electricity shot through my hand when I grasped his.  I felt my face turning red.  I gripped his hand with strength.  He smiled at me.  I smiled back.

"See you later, bro," he said, softly.

I had to fight the temptation to just grab him and hug him.  I turned around to walk out the hallway, but turned around again once more.  He was smiling at me.  I smiled back and waved good bye.  And left.

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