*MATURE*
James knew he was going to be in big trouble this time. It had been the third day in a row where he had forgotten to do his homework for Mr. Mason. Not on purpose, of course. The other teachers he could handle, but he was not looking forward to meeting English today. Saying that, everyone loved Mr. Mason. He trained most of the sports teams in school and was a gifted musician. He was a big hit with the girls, and some of the other teachers so the rumour goes, but he had a quick fuse and held no prisoners when it came to not doing homework.
The bell for class sounded. James shuffled down the corridor hesitantly. Streams of younger boys and girls passed around him, pushing each other into lockers and laughing obnoxiously loud.
Children. James mumbled to himself. Since he was 19, a full year older than his classmates, James felt the sting of maturity in an immature setting. Only a few more months and then I’m free.
James entered the classroom sheepishly. No teacher, yet. He hauled himself down to the back of the classroom and threw his bag to the floor. He swept his sandy-brown hair from his eyes and stretched his legs out under the desk. The chirping of students came to a hush and Mr. Mason strode through the door. James had a soft spot for this, his favourite teacher. Mr. Mason was well over 6 foot tall, with strong shoulders and muscular arms. James could see the swollen veins in his biceps under his polo shirt. A body he could only dream of having one day, in more ways than one. He had a classically handsome face with neatly trimmed dark stubble, black quiffed hair and large piercing blue eyes.
I can see why all the girls are mad about him but move over, because I’m at the front of the line, bitches.
There was something about the way he could command a classroom with a smile and a laugh and a well wish to everyone. Today, however, there was no smile.
“Take out your novel to page 273. We still have a lot of it to get through before the end of the year.” Mr. Mason dropped into his chair. He glanced around the room and their eyes locked for several seconds before he continued to survey the room. James dove into his bag and quickly scrambled his books onto the desk, making sure to hide his homework copy on the bottom.
“Julie, start reading from, ‘In the darkness of the swallowing sky…’ if you will please?” Julie, a fresh-faced girl with flowing red hair began to read.
While the class listened to Julie, James hid behind his book.
He’s forgotten about the homework! I’m safe, for now.
Mr. Mason stood up from his desk and began to pace back and forth at the front of the room. For about five long steps, James could admire the teacher’s wide back and the perkiness of his ass from the seam of his pants. “I’ve never seen such a perfect ass in real life before. I can only imagine what it looks like without his…”
“Take out your homework copies and have them open on the table. I’ll be going around and checking them.” Mr. Mason called. Julie continued reading aloud.
Shit, shit, shit.
James’ eyes widened. He pulled the copy out from under the other books and opened it to homework from three weeks ago. Maybe he won’t notice.
James gulped and watched Mr. Mason walk towards him, glancing at the copies of the students sitting in front of James. Mr. Mason paused in front of James and examined the copy. He pinched a page between his fingers, turned the leaf forward and back to the open page. Mr. Mason leaned down low enough that James could feel the teacher's hot breath in his ear. He spoke in just above a whisper. “See me after class, Mr. Neil.”
James’ face flushed. He was going to be in serious trouble now. It was the class before lunch and, as an unwritten rule, teachers avoided holding students back during their own lunch break. The remainder of the class dragged on. James couldn’t concentrate. All he could think of was what would happen when the lunch bell rang.His mind raced.
I could get detention. Will they call my mom to the school? I need to keep my grades reasonable well to get into college. What if I’m suspended and I don’t get into college and then my life is over!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.
There was a mass movement of books and boots and within minutes the room was empty. Well, almost empty. James hadn’t bothered to pack away his things. He figured he would need them if he was going to be writing lines for the next hour, but at least he’d be able to sneak glances at the dreamy man before him.
“James, come up to me please.” James had to hold his hands together in front of him to stop them from visibly shaking.
Why am I so nervous? It’ll all be ok.
James tried to reassure himself. He made his way to the top of the classroom. He had never been this close to him before. He could smell his soft, musky aftershave. Mr. Mason had his head down reading through some of his notes.
“Mr. Neil” The man’s voice was quiet but demanding. “May I ask where is last night’s homework?” He lifted his head and looked directly into the students eyes. His lips were pinched into a thin line. James shifted from one foot to the other.
“I-” he started to speak. “I-I c-couldn’t do it l-last night.”
Mr. Mason leaned back in his chair and cocked his head to the side.
“And why is that?” He asked. James could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his neck.
“I was doing-” James quickly flashed back to last night. He was locked in his room in the dark, his face only luminated by his phone, stroking himself and panting to steel-bodied men on the screen.
“You were doing what?” Mr. Mason asked again with narrowed eyes. There was a stark, deafening silence.
“Judging by the colour of your face, it wasn’t homework anyway.” He continued.
What!
James jolted and his eyes shot to the other side of the room.
“W-what do you mean, Sir?”
“You’re a young man, I can understand. I’m not that much older than you. We have our urges and sometimes they can be so overwhelming that time just slips by without us realising it. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve lost to it. Especially recently. It seems I’m alone a lot more... as of late.” The man smirked. James looked back and saw that Mr. Mason was scanning his body up and down. He instinctively clasped his hands in front of his crotch.
“I don’t know what to say, Sir?” James spoke, unable to stop himself. The man smirked harder and he pushed himself back in his chair.
“My apologies, James. I’m… just rambling. Getting used to it, I suppose. I hope you don’t mind. I figured we were on an equal playing field since you’re older than the others. I thought it would be nice to make some new friends. Pull a chair up and take a seat.” Mr. Mason gestured to a chair at a desk beside him. James did as he was told.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since the beginning of the year. You’re a good student. Very clever. You’ll go far, I can tell. And I'll be sad to see you go.”
Sad to see me go?
As he spoke he wheeled his chair closer to James. Their knees were almost touching. “You’re tall and sporty and popular and from what I’ve heard you’ll get into anywhere you want next year.” James blushed and shifted in his chair.
“I’m flattered, sir. I hope you’re right.”
“You can call me Patrick, if you’d like?” The man said, smiling brightly.
“Okay, I hope you’re right, Patrick.” James smiled and could feel himself blushing harder.
“But as popular and outgoing as you are James, I’ve noticed something. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I never see you hanging out with any females. Have you a girlfriend?” James’ eyes widened.
“N-no si- I mean Patrick. I don’t. I’m not...” He trailed off. Patrick’s eyebrows raised, then he shifted forward in the chair and leaned on his legs with his elbows.
“I’m surprised. They don’t interest you? I know they’re not my cup of tea.” He sighed. “I prefer taute, strong muscles under me. It’s more fun. And we are much easier to please, wouldn't you agree?”
James could barely sit still with the agitation.
What is he saying? Is he really gay? And why is he telling me this? He’s sitting so close I can feel his body heat.
“I suppose I would agree.” James replied.
“You agree with what?” Patrick asked.
James looked to the man's face and then down to his hands. Mr. Mason had his hands beside his groin. James could see a small bulge in the fabric of the pants. He shot his eyes back up to the teacher.
“I agree that men are easier to please, I suppose. Though I’ve never…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“You’ve never been on the giving end of it before. Only the receiving end. Maybe from a girl before?” Patrick winked and chuckled lightly, his pearly teeth gleaming through his lips, plump and red.
“I can tell you from experience James, having been on both ends, that giving is just as much fun as receiving.”
James could feel his cheeks burning bright and could feel a pressure building between his legs. He placed his hands over his dick, not wanting to expose himself to the gorgeous man in front of him. Patrick grinned and followed James’ hands down with his eyes.
“You say you’ve never, well, been on the giving end before. Have you ever thought about it before?”
“I’ve never thought about it before.” James stammered. “I’ve only been with girls up until now and those times have been a bit…”
“Bland?” Mr. Mason finished the sentence. “I agree.” He stood up suddenly and walked behind me. “As a teacher, I’m quite good at explaining how things work. Knowledge, demonstration, practice. That’s how you learn.” Mr. Mason placed a large hand on James’ shoulder and leaned down to his ear.
“Would you be interested in a demonstration?”
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