As much as you adore your favourite teacher, this view of him utterly terrifies you. The naked stud's meat swings like a pendulum between his sculpted thighs, as he rinses off his smooth abs and chest. His mammoth feet slap flat against the tiles, making loud splashing sounds as streams run off his glistening toes.
"Mister Welling! Mister Welling, please help me!!" You shout as loud as you possibly can, barely recognising your own voice with all its urgency.
You're grimly aware that at any moment, Mr Welling could step to his left and accidentally flatten you under that braod, brown sole of his.
You feel a huge rush of relief and adrenaline when the handsome man glances your way, and his dark eyes catch yours.
"Holy.." He goes breathles for a moment. "Jack??"
"Mister Welling, pleeease help me!" You cry out, your heart racing now that you've finally made contact with a giant.
Your teacher looks dumbfounded, but also, strangely, relieved. "Jack, I'm so glad I found you!" He says, picking you up.
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