It was the start of a new school year, your first year of high school. The prospect of going to high school seemed both exciting and nerve-wracking at first, but two weeks into the school year it seemed things were about as average as one would be able to predict. No wild fights in the hallways, no horrifying tests, no drama shaking the school to it's foundation. Sure, being a freshman got you some flack, but as you're tall and lanky for your age, with sunkissed skin still holding onto it's summer glow and well kept sandy hair. In short, you're decent looking and could pass for a sophomore or junior, which helps.
Even math class was painfully average. Part of you was hoping for more of a challenge, but the subject material seemed to just be a continuation of what you had learned last year. There were a few friends in your class, but it was largely made up of students in your grade from other middle schools. There was something above average in this class, though: the teacher.
Mr. MacNamara seemed to be a new hire to the school. He couldn't have been older than his late twenties or early thirties. A strong brow, thick black hair and a sturdy build alluded to an Italian heritage. Combined with his jade green eyes, strong jawline and, admittedly, a rather plump buttocks, Mr. MacNamara was a catch that you and several girls in the class enjoyed learning from for a variety of reasons. It didn't hurt that he seemed to be a teacher who genuinely cared for his students. His encouraging smile and warm but demanding expectations would make most students aspire to do well, and the rest aspire to do... him.
Watching your math teacher bend over to help a student with an equation caused you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. God damn, did you want a piece of that. As if on queue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Seeing that your teacher was preoccupied, you slip it out to get a peek at the notification. It was an alert for a dating app you made an account on that another user was nearby! Of course, this piqued your curiosity. The app is supposed to be 18+, but you of course lied about your age on your profile and kept any pics vague enough to obscure your youth. So far, nobody had reported you. Perhaps it's because of the kinky nature of the app; guys cared less about age and had compassion for the younger guys going through what they went through at their age.
Seeing an opportunity to take care of your growing tent, you quietly excuse yourself from the room, nab a hall pass and slip into the nearest bathroom. Once secured in a stall and confident nobody else would be entering this time of day, you open up the app on your phone to see who your nearby potential friend was. The profile's name was "BigSicilian99", and the app had him listed as less than a mile away! Perhaps he was a senior at the school? No, the age on his profile had him marked as 28. Someone in the neighborhood? No, there weren't many houses around the school, so while it was possible it was more likely someone closer!
Blood rushed through your veins and your eyes went wide with excitement. No longer concerned with your boner, you were much more focused on solving this sudden mystery. If you check his pictures, you could maybe search the school for a teacher who looks like him! Your finger taps the "Photos" tab. Damn. No face pics... But there were shirtless pics. Your boner returned, but you couldn't help but feel like you were looking at something familiar.
That build... The jawline in the corner of one pic... The shoes he wore... Finally, a bathroom pic in a stall with a wall with a dick scratched onto it (classy). You look to your right. The same dick is on the wall. The caption of the photo was "Bathroom selfie at my new job!" Suddenly it was crystal clear that you were looking at pictures of your math teacher, Mr. MacNamara. You had hardly realized your hand had returned to stroking your pulsing cock, but suddenly you blow a hot load over your chest.
Wow.
Not only was your math teacher super hot, but he's gay... and he shares your niche kink! After all, you found him on...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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