Teacher's Pet 4
by Redkage
The next morning I was seated at the table, reading the paper when Kevin walked in and gave me a look. “You like him, don’t you.”
I looked up from my breakfast to look at him. “Pardon me? Who do I like?” I lifted my mug and took a sip of coffee
“That Ethan kid from last night,” he smirked, “you’ve got the hots for him don’t ya?”
I choked and spat my coffee back into the mug. “What the hell are you talking about!? He’s my student!”
“I saw the way you were looking at him last night.” The grin on Kevin’s face grew wider as he sat down across from me. “You were practically drooling, and I don’t blame you. That kid was hot! I mean, I don’t have the same thing for big men like you do, but I have to admit he’s one fine looker. I was wondering why you wanted to go watch a high school wrestling match, but after I saw him everything became clear.”
I couldn’t believe he was even considering what he was implying. “Kevin, I have entirely no intention of having that kind of relationship with Ethan Black! He is a student. He’s almost half my age for Christ sake! The only reason I went to that game was because he made a deal with me to come to class on time today if I went to his game.”
“Uh-huh.” Kevin gave me a look that said he didn’t believe a word I said.
Sighing deeply, I set down my mug. “Kevin, this is my chance to regain my dream job after seven years. I am not going to mess it up for some fling with one of my own students. And you of all people should know that I am simply not into having a relationship with anybody right now.”
The red head simply gave a shrug. “Well, you never know. Maybe you’re overdue for even a one night stand. God knows you deserve one after everything you been through.”
I gave him a weak smile. Even though Kevin was always poking his nose in my business, he always meant well. He even went as far as arranging me to go on several blind dates with some very cute guys, though they never go well in the end. I just didn’t have the passion for the romance anymore. All I wanted was to be in the classroom one last time.
“Hey, how long are you gonna eat?” Kevin asked. “We gotta leave in like ten minutes.”
“Isn’t it bad manners for a chef to rush the diners?” I asked, swallowing a forkful of scrambled eggs.
“Not if the diner is taking his sweet time eating and if the chef has to leave to get to work on time. There’s no way in hell I’m going to get sacked with washing dishes for being late.” Kevin crossed his arms and began tapping his foot.
I laughed as I took another bite of eggs, but this time chewing very slowly.
* * *
I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time that morning. It read twenty-five past eight. Immediately after checking the time, I looked over towards Ethan’s desk and found it empty for the hundredth time as well. It seems like Ethan wasn’t going to keep his end of the bargain after all.
Shaking my head, I turn my attention back towards teaching the class. Barely five minutes passed when I was abruptly interrupted by the bang of the door being kicked open. Once again Ethan barged into the classroom in a loud manner and took his seat in the corner. He was still wearing a green hooded sweatshirt, jeans and a knit cap, and he was still looking as huge and powerful as ever. The only difference from today and the other day was the fact that he didn’t try to go to sleep again.
“Good morning Ethan.” I said, looking in his direction. “I’m so glad of you to join all of us after class started half an hour ago.”
“Sup, Mr. Brian.” Ethan raised an arm as way of greeting me. The class giggled and I felt a muscle in my jaw ticked.
"Call me Mr. Whitmore. Now, do you have a tardy slip with you?”
“Not that I can say.” He shrugged his cannonball shoulders.
“Please go to the office and get one then.” I ordered him.
Instead of standing up to do what I told him, he waved a slip of paper in the air. "I got a note."
Frowning, I walked down to his desk, accepted the note and read it.
Please excuse Ethan Black for being late to class since a few minutes with you would not have made any difference at all.
-Mr. Nicholas Cartier
I resisted crumbling the note and stomping on it in front of the class. The nerve of that bastard! He was just asking for a punch on that big nose of his!
"Is there a problem, Mr. Brian?" He asked as if he didn’t know already.
"Yes, there's a problem!" I snapped at him. "Take off that hat immediately young man, I told you yesterday that hats aren't allowed at this school! And call me Mr. Whitmore!"
Before he could say anything, I turned around and marched back to the front of the classroom. "Alright class, turn to page 83 in your books!"
After that, I tried my best to teach calmly but I was still smoldering from that damn note. My mood was out of balance, and my teaching suffered from it. I found myself getting through to a lot less kids then yesterday’s class. I knew I probably shouldn't have taken my anger out on Ethan but it was his fault as well, letting Mr. Cartier give him a free ride.
Though, oddly enough Ethan didn't look like he was upset at all. He just sat there, minding his own business. He didn’t seem interested in class or paying attention to me, however, and that made me even more frustrated. Didn’t he care about his future? Didn’t he care that he could be ruining his life like this?
The bell interrupted my thoughts. I told the class their homework assignments before they could all rush out the door, and then collapsed onto my chair.
“You look tired.”
My eyes snapped open to find Ethan looming in front of me, looking huge as always. It was one thing to see those muscles from a distance than from up close like this, and I nearly fell back with surprise from the sudden sight of him so close. Images of him in his wrestling signet flooded my mind, but I quickly shoved all those thoughts out of my head.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I did my best to sound calm.
“Yea, there is.” Ethan stared down at me. “I wanna know why you gave me such attitude today.”
“Why I gave you attitude?” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “What about you, barging in a half hour after class started without a tardy slip?”
“What’s the big deal? I had a note from the VP. That’s just as good.” He crossed his arms over his barrel chest.
“I don’t care about what Mr. Cartier gives you; I want to see an official tardy slip the next time you come in late. And that’s another thing, why were you late in the first place? I thought we had a deal that you’d come on time if I watched the game last night.”
“No, what I promised was that I would actually come to class.” Ethan pointed out. “I didn’t say shit about coming on time.”
I opened my mouth to counter his statement when I remembered that technically it was true. I just naturally assumed that since he promised to be here today that he would be on time as well.
I was a 33 year old man with a teaching degree, and I had just been outsmarted by a teenager.
“Why do you care if I come to class on time, or whether or not I’m wearing a stupid hat anyway?” Ethan pressed on. “You don’t even care about yourself! I mean, just look at you, all out of shape and trying to teach a class with that weak lesson. You’re just a fat bastard pretending to be a teacher.”
My face went hot with fury. “Then maybe some time in detention will teach to mind your manners young man.”
His face went hard. I ignored it as I wrote a pink slip of paper and handed it to him. He snatched the slip from me and shoved it into his pocket, then turned to leave.
“You’d better show up for detention.” I called after him as he went through the door. Once he was gone, I leaned back and pinched the bridge of my nose.
Just what was I going to do with him?
* * *
“What do you mean I’m going to do detention!?” I squawked. You ever hear a man squawk before? Believe me, it isn’t pretty.
Mr. Cartier merely pushed his glasses into place. “Mr. Gonzales, the teacher who normally takes care of detention, had to leave early today due to an upset stomach. Since you were so willing to hand out detentions, I had assumed that you would be perfectly capable of presiding over them as well…unless, of course, you have something better to do tonight.”
The sneaky sonova- He knew all about me giving Ethan a detention, so now he was making me deal with it. The worst part of it all was that I couldn’t say no without looking like a hypocrite, not to mention my job was on the line. To make matters worse, the hour in detention would make me late for my other job as well.
I stopped myself from growling and averted my gaze. “Alright, fine then. I’ll take care of detention just this once, alright?”
The smile on Mr. Cartier’s face sickened my stomach. “I knew you would see it my way. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some important matters to attend to in the office. Have a good afternoon, Mr. Whitmore.” Before I could reply he left the faculty office.
Feeling a bit robbed of my anger, I stuck my tongue at the door he left through and blew a raspberry.
“Now that’s something you don’t see grown men do often.”
I jumped in my seat and whirled around. Standing in the other doorway was, of course, the principal himself.
“Mr. Kennedy, I can explain!” I knocked down my chair as I jumped to me feet. “I, err, you see I was-”
His sudden burst of laughter cut me off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. There are plenty of people in this school that don’t get along well with Nicholas, but you are the first guy I’ve seen to do that to him.”
My ears burned up from embarrassment as I picked up the chair I had knocked over. “Yes, well, I’m sorry for acting like a kid there. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Nah, it’s perfectly fine.” Mr. Kennedy chuckled as he went over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. “I’m just surprised no one else has done it sooner. But anyways, try not to let him get to you. I know Nicholas can rub off the wrong way, but he’s done so much. He takes his duties very seriously, doing the best to improve the school. He even donated a generous amount of his own money.”
That…didn’t seem like Mr. Cartier at all. Perhaps the man wasn’t entirely as bad as I had initially thought, but I still couldn’t help shake the feeling that it was all a ruse.
Mr. Kennedy took a sip of his coffee, considered it, and then decided to put in more sugar. “Anyways Brian, since this was sprung on you on the last minute, how about I take care of detention for you? I’m sure you have plans for tonight.”
Even though it would help me, my pride refused to give in and let Mr. Cartier have the last laugh.
“No thank you, but I think I can handle it.” I told him firmly.
“Don’t worry, detention is a cinch.” He reassured me. “If they don’t do something crazy, like set the desks on fire, it means you’ve done your job well.”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Mr. Kennedy gave me an odd look, but he just couldn’t know that he had just reminded me of a dream I had before my very first day of teaching. “I think I can take care of a bunch of kids by myself, Mr. Kennedy.”
* * *
The room was eerily quiet. The ticking of the clock seemed as loud as the banging of a drum and the normally inaudible breathing were like pumps of a bellows.
I sat at my desk, trying to get used to the idea of being in a classroom with students and not try to teach them anything. There were only three kids in with me, the first two were so stoned that they were conked out asleep on their desks.
And then, there was Ethan.
It didn’t matter that he was in detention; Ethan always seemed to be in his element whether he was in the classroom, wrestling mat or in trouble. He sat back in his seat perfectly relaxed, his eyes closed and his hat still on. I wanted to go up to him, tear off that hat and yell some sense into him, but I was too nervous about breaking the silence.
I tried to keep myself occupied, but I kept on finding myself looking over at him. I took in the broadness of his shoulders, the thick arms, and the masculine stubble on his chin…
Ack, no! I shook my head to clear myself from those thoughts. Bad Brian! BAD BRIAN! I scolded myself. He’s my student, my student. I shouldn’t even be considering him in that light. I was his teacher, his educator, a role model. I had to stand strong.
Once I had that firmly etched in my mind, I glanced over at him and lost it again.
Other then that, detention was going pretty smoothly…for the first half, at least.
After sitting in the same position for so long, it was natural for someone to want to stretch himself out, which Ethan did. He gave a big yawn and then raised his arms to give his body a nice, good stretching. Once again, I was thankful for the big desk in front of me that hid the big tent in my pants from the public eye. I watched as those long arms rose into the air, the muscles extending and knotting visibly even through his sweater. I was visibly staring as his chest jutted outwards like two green missiles. Far too soon it was over, and his arms fell down again.
As if sensing that I was staring, Ethan looked in my direction, and I quickly averted my gaze elsewhere. Did he see me staring? No, he couldn’t have. I felt like my face was burning up with embarrassment.
Unfortunately for me, the show didn’t stop there. As if tired of just sitting around doing nothing, Ethan began to…well…he began to check himself out. He looked and down and bent his elbow, admiring the ball of muscle forming on his arm. With his free hand, he reached out and squeezed it. Even his huge hands were unable to fully contain that massive peak. After he reaffirmed its hardness, he moved onto the other arm, flexing and feeling it. I couldn’t help but stare while he did this, my tool becoming incredibly hard.
When he stopped feeling up his arms, I breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over. That was until he reached up and palmed his own chest! I was sweating hard to resist unzipping my pants and jacking off right there as I saw his strong fingers grope and knead his pecs. He squeezed to feel how firm it felt, then massaged them in slow, circular motions. Every time he tensed them and made them jump out, I felt my cock leap with them.
Then, for the killing blow, Ethan stuck his hand under his shirt and began to rub his cut abs! It took everything I had to stop myself from gasping out, but my balls were already producing its juices. Not here, not now! I tried to command my body to stop, but it was useless. I couldn’t take it any more. I was going to-
At that moment the bell rang, the sharp sound was just enough to snap me out from the brink of disaster. I watched as the kids leave quickly, and after Ethan had thrown on his backpack, he looked at me, gave a mysterious smile, and then left as well.
Now completely alone, I slumped in my chair. That had been far too close. Looking down at myself, I found no wet spots on my pants, though I could feel a bit of cold, sticky pre cling onto the insides of my boxers. If that had gone for a moment longer, I would have climaxed in front of a bunch of teenagers! If that, I don’t think I could endure the embarrassment that I would have felt. What I was already feeling was almost unbearable!
Remembering the time, I looked up at the clock and gave a yelp. I quickly stood up, grabbed my bag and locked up before I rushed out of the school to the bus stop. I was huffing and puffing like mad, not used to running with a big belly, but somehow I managed to catch my ride just before the doors were about to close and leave. Dropping my fare, I took an empty seat and leaned back, breathing heavily with the sweat clinging to my brow. Briefly I remembered there had been a time when I could have ran for a few miles without breaking a sweat, but now I was winded after jogging a few blocks. Realizing this made me feel so weak and worthless. Compared to someone like Ethan, I was repulsive.
I gazed out the window as the bus moved on, depressed with myself. It wasn’t until we reached my stop, and I hopped off. Not feeling up to another humiliating run, I walked a few more blocks until I finally reached my destination.
“Hey, where’ve you been Brian?” Mike, the kid behind the counter asked as soon as I walked through the doors. “Your shift started an hour ago.”
“Sorry Mike, I’ll be ready in just a sec.” I told him as I went into the bathroom. As always, the stench from the unsanitary room nearly made me throw up, but I held my breath and bore it. I stripped down completely and yanked off my soiled boxers. I thought about washing it a bit, but I knew the sink was still clogged so instead I wrapped it with some tissue paper and shoved it with my clothes into my bag. I pulled out my uniform and quickly got dressed before going out again.
“Alright Mike, I’ll take over from here.” I told him as we exchanged places. About three minutes later a customer came in and walked up to the counter.
“Hello sir, welcome to Beefy Burger.” I said, putting up a fake smile. “May I take your order?”