my freshman english teacher wasnt really all that hot but i had a huge crush on him. i carried that crush on to my junior year.. becuase it had been a long while since i had a class with him, i changed my schedule to incorporate one of his elective classes, shakespear tradgedies, into the new semester. class started.. i went, he taught, and as the weeks went on my crush for him only got bigger.
at that particular time in my highschool career- because of the number of credits i had earned- i only attended half of the school day, 2 classes on A day and 2 classes on B day, all classes before lunch. A days were the days i had class with the teeeeacher, B days i had gym.
on one b-day about mid way through the semester i participated longer in gym than usual. on most gym days i would hurry thorugh everything until the locker bell, then i'd rush to grab my things and sneak out 5 to 10 minutes before the lunch bell rang ( i didt this to avoid the lunch crowd and car traffic so i could get home sooner to shower).
well, on that one b-day,, i guess i was just really feeling it. im not much of a person who really enjoys running, but that one day it felt sooo good, so so good that i wanted to run a bit more, past the locker bell, past the lunch bell. i probably ended up running for a good 20 to 30 minutes after the initial bell had rung when i decided it was time to go. so i went down to the locker room, gatherd my stuff and realized that i was totally alone! i could shower there at the school which is something i had always dreaded==== all the people, possiblities of stiffies, you know.== and now was my chance to have a calm and private shower.

so that's waht i did. i showered. i lathered myself up with the dispensable soap on the wall, i scrubed and rubbed, i realxed. i thought about sucking off my teacher, thought about his cock sliding between my cheeks. ..and i just could help myself. i had to do it. i had to jerk it. i soaped up my hand and went for it. im guessing about 3 minutes into it i was really getting close so i went faster for the fucking kill when all of the sudden someone cleared their throat, i turned, i saw! it was my teacher! I THEN BLEW MY LOAD onto the tile wall, i RAN out without turning off the water, washing off the soap, politely wiping my seed from the wall-- NO! i ran into the locker room, put on my sweats and got out! holy fucking christ, that was the most embarrassing moment of my life...

for 2 school weeks i skipped my A-days. when i finally decided it was okay for me to go back to A-day attendance, i never ever looked at my teacher in the eye again.. i often thought about the whole event IN his class and would blush excessivly! it was horrible! thhere was s day when i was supposed to read aloud. he called my name, i started rreading, started blushing and nervously laughed so much so that i had to excuse myself from the room and not return until the next a-day. oh it was terrible. he never spoke to me privatley about the whole thing, never talked to me about my dropping grade.. he didnt give me anly slack. i ended up gettning my FIRST Cs EVER both in that class and the other class i had skipped for 2 weeks. worst event of my highschool career= ever!


he never spoke to me about it, though i wish he wouldve. it probably would have aliviated all that humiliation.