Teacher's Pet 10
by Redkage
I looked over my things to see if I had everything I needed: textbook, pencils, ruler, compass, calculator, a folder stuffed with worksheets and scratch paper to work out the problems in detail with. Once last minute check over was done, I packed up everything into my bag and headed out.
Kevin looked up from the couch as he heard me walk into the living room. “Going somewhere?” Today was his day off from work, so he took the chance to lay back and watch some Saturday morning cartoons while having a TV dinner for a late breakfast. Even a chef for a high class restaurant took the low and lazy way every now and then.
“Just out to tutor someone.” I told him.
He turned around to look at me more closely, his curiosity stirred. “And who exactly are you tutoring?”
“Just…a math student of mine,” I said evasively.
His eyebrows knotted up. “Would he happen to be a certain stubborn, muscle-headed jock?” He asked suspiciously.
“No, not at all,” I said with the straightest face I could muster.
Kevin just shook his head. “Brian, I thought we talked about this. You shouldn’t spend so much time with that kid.”
Why did I even bother trying to hide things from him? If I just told him everything straight out, I’d probably save loads of time and effort. “It’s just a one-on one tutoring session, Kevin,” I argued. “What harm could come from math?”
“Hmm, let me calculate that out.” Kevin began scribbling his palm with his finger. “You, a substitute teacher plus one cocky teenager with a crush factor, multiplied with a past record and a charge for pedophilia equals…3, 4, carry the 1…”
“You’re looking into it too much.” I waved him off.
“Am I?” He looked up. “Brian, I love you like a brother and everything, but I don’t know if I can stand by and watch you fall for this kid.”
“I am not falling for him.” I said sourly. “I’m just trying to help him get his life straight, that’s all.”
“That’s all and good, but shouldn’t you get your life straightened out first? Maybe start taking better care of yourself and find a job you actually like?”
Ouch. I hated it when he was right. “I’m…making an effort.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” He nodded. “You’ve actually stuck to one of my diets for more than three days. If you continue eating the low fat menu I cook up for you while exercising, you’ll have those million dollar abs back in no time.”
I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I guess I should be more grateful that I had someone who cared so much about me like Kevin, even if he was a little bit too nosy for his own good. At least he seemed to have forgotten about Ethan at the moment.
“I’m heading out now,” I told him. “I have work later tonight, so I won’t be home till late.”
“Want me to pick you up, Brian?” Kevin asked.
I shook my head. “No, you go ahead and go clubbing or something. You deserve a break every once and awhile.”
“Alright, if you’re sure…” Even though he said that his eyes twinkled mischievously, probably anxious to pick up cute guys somewhere. More often than not I thought of Kevin as a college frat-boy in a thirty-year old man’s body with the way he partied.
After a bus ride and a short walk I reached his house again. I briefly hesitated at the front porch, but I went ahead and pressed the doorbell.
This isn’t going to be like last time, I told myself. Ethan knows better now. He won’t make a move on you Brian.
When that door opened up, however, I started to have second thoughts.
Ethan was, as always, stunningly handsome. Today he wore a dark blue muscle shirt that hugged his body and showed off his physique nicely. The fabric was taut across his thick chest, and I could see the faint outline of his abs. His arms were bare so I could clearly see those huge bi’s and tri’s looking pumped and swollen, as if he had just come from a workout. The basketball shorts he wore only reach mid-thigh and completely filled up with muscle mass from his tree trunk quads, ass and…
I snapped my eyes back up to Ethan’s face. Stop doing that, I ordered myself. “So, ready for today’s lesson?” I said out loud.
The look on Ethan’s face was almost eager. “Sure thing, Mr. Brian.” He stepped to the side so I could come in. As I slipped past him, I couldn’t help but notice how much taller he was than I. Again I asked myself how he could have grown so much so fast, but I doubted I’d get an answer anytime soon. As I entered the living room, I noticed that there was already someone there.
“You must be Ethan’s teacher.” A man a bit older than my age stood up from his chair and offered his hand. “I’m Ethan’s Dad, Stuart Black.”
I accepted his hand and shook it. “Pleased to meet you, Stuart,” I nodded. “I’m Brian Whitmore, Ethan’s math teacher.”
Mr. Black was a few inches shorter than I was and a hundred pounds lighter. He wore a simple button down shirt and slacks that seemed to hang off of him, kind of like a scarecrow. He had mousy brown hair and dark eyes behind a pair of silver rimmed glasses. There was a bit of stubble on his chin, though instead of looking masculine like Ethan it just made him appear a bit sloppy.
Was this man really Ethan’s Dad? I mean I know he wasn’t his biological father, but really, he wasn’t anything like him. I expected some big, loud former college athlete or something. Instead, he looked like one of those nerdy workaholics who was bad at sports.
“I really appreciate you coming over and giving Ethan a hand.” Mr. Black said. “Though it really surprised me, Ethan was always such a good student and never needed help before. His report cards were always straight A’s, and in honors classes too!”
“Well, sometimes even the best students needs help to brush up from time to time.” I glanced over at Ethan, whose face had that guilty look. It was obvious that neither of his parents knew that he’d used his popularity and charm to make the grade. The fact that he was trying to change that about himself was admirable in my opinion, however, and I needed to make sure he would be able to earn those A’s he deserved.
Mr. Black seemed to understand. “Yeah, if I had time I’d help him myself. It’s too bad the directors won’t let me take time off the lab.”
“Oh, are you a scientist?”
“Yeah, I’m a nerd,” he chuckled, “been tinkering with science kits and experiments since I could crawl.”
Definitely not like Ethan. But at least he seemed like a nice guy, and I found myself liking him. “Well then, we should probably get to work now, right Ethan?”
“Er, right.” Ethan nodded and started for the stairs.
“Have fun you two,” Mr. Black called after us as he headed for Ethan’s room. “I have to run off to the lab for a few errands, but I’ll be back later tonight.”
“Okay Dad!” Ethan yelled down the stairs. “Don’t stay out too late, mom’s making steak tonight!”
The corner of my lip lifted. Even though Mr. Black wasn’t his real father or a big jock like him, it looked like they were close.
Before, Ethan’s room was a nice, teenaged mess. However, this time around everything was a lot more clean and organized. I guess knowing that the teacher he had a crush on was coming over made him spruce up the place for a better impression than last. There weren’t any dirty shirts or pants left lying around, no sign of food wrappers or anything like that. The bed was made, the laundry put away, and the carpet looked like it had a steam job. The room even smelled cleaner, as if it had been aired out. Well, I suppose this was a better environment to work in than when it was before, because I would have had a hard time concentrating if something came to life in that mess and started oozing its way across the room.
The two of us sat down at Ethan’s desk and started to go over everything in detail. Ethan had at least four years of ground to cover, but he was surprisingly very quick to catch on. True, there were some places where I needed to carefully guide him step by step but he was a good listener and wasn’t afraid to ask for help when he needed it.
Two hours into our study session nature began to pound on my door. Setting down my pencil I turned to Ethan. “Excuse me Ethan; may I use your bathroom?”
“Oh sure,” He looked up from the worksheet I gave him. “It’s right down the hallway.”
“Okay thanks.” I stood up and headed out. When I reached the end of the hallways, however, I found myself looking at two doors on either side. Ethan hadn’t mentioned which one was the bathroom, so I took a guess and opened the one on the left.
Instead of a toilet and a tub, I found myself looking at rows of books, boxes and a desk under stacks of folders and medical files.
“Whoops, wrong turn.” I said out loud. It looked like I ended up in Mr. Black’s home office. I was about to turn and leave when my eye caught Ethan’s name on one of the sheets.
Why would Ethan’s name be on a medical report? Right away I started to lean in for a closer look, but I stopped myself. This was a violation of privacy, after all, and even though Ethan’s unexplainable growth spurt baffled me this was still morally wrong…
Ah hell, I spent too much time around Kevin.
I picked up the sheet and read it over. It…looked like a test result sheet, but unfortunately, I was more of an English and Lit teacher, not a bio and chem one; the whole thing sounded like gibberish to me.
“Luteinizing hormone plus eleven point seven, androgen plus eight point one, myostatin minus five point nine…” Ugh, my head was starting to spin just glancing over it. I was tempted to look at more, but unlike Kevin I knew how to limit myself. And besides, I doubted I could understand anything I could find. Carefully I put the test results back where I found it and went across the hall to do some business.
When I got back, Ethan jumped in his seat. “Oh, uh, hey Mr. Brian.”
“Hey…” I looked at him suspiciously as I sat down in my chair. Ethan’s face looked a bit flushed and he was breathing a bit quickly. Glancing down, I noticed that sometime during my bathroom break, he had changed shorts as well.
“So, let’s get back to studying.” Ethan said quickly and pretended to be working hard, but his forehead was sweating bullets.
“Yea…” I trailed off as I put two and two together. Sweaty face, flushed skin, uneven breathing, new shorts…well, he was a healthy teenager I suppose, sitting in the same room with his crush for so long and I wasn’t going to embarrass him by bringing it up. Reaching over, I tapped my finger on the problem he was working on. “You missed a step here.”
“O-oh, thanks.” Ethan’s cheeks blushed.
I managed to crank out two more hours of studying before I decided to call it a day. Although Ethan still had a lot of ground to cover, I taught him enough of the basics that he could pick up where we left off. I even gave him a few workbooks that I had bought for him so he could use them to learn and study.
“Are you sure you gotta go? It feels like we just started.” Ethan asked me as I packed my things.
“What, five hours of doing nothing but crunching numbers without breaks isn’t enough? Normal kids would’ve been begging for it to end ages ago.”
“Yea, but…the way you teach makes everything seem easy and fast. I didn’t even notice the time until you pointed it out.”
Was he being honest or trying to woo me over? It was hard for me to tell. “Sorry, I’d like to stay and spend another five hours teaching you math, but I have a double shift today at work.”
“Work?” He frowned. “But, there’s no school today.”
“I’m talking about my real job.” I corrected him, though to call what I did my real job…
“Oh,” he nodded. “I see. Well, where do you work? Maybe I can drop on by so I can see you in action tonight.”
“No!” I said quickly. “Er, I mean, you should really go out and hang out with your friends tonight. After all, who would want to spend their Saturday evening hanging out with a boring substitute teacher?” I laughed.
“I don’t…” Ethan mumbled something I couldn’t hear.
“Hmm? Sorry what was that?”
“Nothing,” he scratched the back of the head. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday then Mr. Brian.”
“See you on Monday.” I patted him on the shoulder.
* * *
“Five thirty-nine is your change, enjoy your meal sir.”
The sour-faced customer just grunted as he grabbed the change from my hand and left. As soon as he was gone, I let out a deep breath and rubbed my cheeks. No matter how much I do it, I could never get used to forcing a smile.
“Yo Brian,” one of my co-workers called out, “that brat from earlier threw up in the bathroom. The boss wants you to mop it up.”
Oh, how far my life has fallen.
Sighing deeply, I went and got the mop and pail to clean up the mess. Again, I resisted gagging when I went in. Fuck, it smelled awful. Stale urine, cigarette smoke and God knows what else stank up the air. Holding my breath, I cleaned up the mess as quickly and thoroughly as I can.
When I finished, I went to the back to put away the pail and mop back in their corner.
“Filmore!”
“Yes?’ I resisted rolling my eyes as I turned around to find my boss stomping up towards me. He was an extremely obese man, way fatter than I was, with balding hair, an ugly moustache and a face I believed was permanently red.
“What do you think you’re doing? Get back at that register right now!” He yelled.
“I was just mopping up the bathroom like you-”
“I don’t want to hear excuses, just get going Seymour!” He yelled even louder.
I repressed my temper and did as I was told. It was to work for a boss with a short memory span, but I couldn’t afford to lose my job. I made it back to my post just as the next customer walked through the door.
“Welcome to Beefy Burger, how may…I…” My eyes widened as I saw who it was standing in front of the register.
“Mr…Brian?” Ethan looked at me, stunned. Behind him were two other teenagers, most likely his friends.
“Hey Ethan, you know this guy?” One of them asked.
“Yeah, he’s my math teacher.”
Oh God, why did he tell them? Already I could see those kids snickering as they saw a teacher working in a dead end job like this. Shit, why was he even here anyway? Did he hunt me down like when he found where I lived? No, by the look on his face he was just as surprised to see me.
“So this is where you work.” Ethan was the first to recover and looked around. “Cute uniform,” He winked at me.
Kill me now… I thought.
There was a mischievous look on Ethan’s face as he glanced at the menu. “Well then, are you going to take my order or not?”
Was he…was he fucking kidding around!? Even if he was, I knew my boss could be hovering behind me somewhere, so for the sake of my paycheck I had to play along. “Hi, welcome to Beefy Burger, may I take your order?” I asked as nicely as possible.
“Hmm, I dunno.” He looked up at the menu again. “What would you suggest?”
“Try our Beefy Burger, it’s delicious.” I struggled to make it sound convincing.
“Well, I’ll have to take your word for it.” He rubbed his chin, still staring at the menu. “I’ll even make it a triple patty Beefy Burger.”
“Alright then, your total comes to four twenty-three,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Hey, you forgot to ask if I wanted fries with that,” he chuckled.
I slammed my fist into the counter. “Fuck you Ethan!” I yelled at him. “You wanted to see where I worked? Well look around, because this is it! That’s right, your Mr. Brian works in a rat infested run down stinking burger house for minimum wage!”
Ethan took a step back. “Mr. Brian…”
“What, you think it’s funny? You think my life is something to laugh about? Well guess what Ethan? You can laugh all you want!” My hand shot down, grabbed a fistful of ketchup packets and threw them into Ethan’s chest before I bolted from the counter, through the kitchen and out the backdoor. I was a whirlwind of emotions as I ran into the alleyway behind the restaurant. I jumped through an opening in the wall into the construction site next door when two thick arms wrapped around my body and pulled me back into what felt like a brick wall.
“Let me go!” I yelled, trying to break free.
“Not until you’ve calmed down.” Ethan held me firmly. I struggled and used all my strength, but I couldn’t even budge him the slightest. Was he really that strong or did I become that weak? The thought didn’t help me at all.
“Let me go!” I said again. I could feel my eyes begin to water up. Don’t cry in front of him, I ordered myself, but my body wouldn’t respond.
I felt the muscles around me tense up, closing the space I had even more. “Mr. Brian, I’m sorry I made you mad. I was just kidding, but it was wrong of me. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“Why did you come here in the first place?” I demanded.
“My friends and I were going to hang out at that dollar classics movie theater to watch Rocky IV on the big screen when we got hungry. Adrian spotted this place across the street and wanted to try it. I had no idea this was where you worked, I swear.”
“Yea, well, now you know I work in a grease filled burger dump.” I said bitterly. I wanted to reach up and dash away my tears, but my arms were locked to my sides.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with you working here.” Ethan tried to comfort me. “I mean, a lot of my friends had bad jobs like this before.”
“I…I didn’t want you to see me like this.” The tears flowed faster from my eyes. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop them. “I didn’t…I…”
“Shhh…” Ethan reached up and wiped my eyes carefully. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.”
My pride couldn’t take it anymore. I twisted around and buried my face into his chest, sobbing loudly. I felt Ethan’s large hand rubbed my back, his arms holding me tenderly. After awhile my sobbing eased enough for me to speak coherently again. “I must look horrible, especially in this ugly uniform.”
“Hey, I still think you’re cute.” He told me.
Liar, I thought. “You must find me pretty pathetic right now.” I went on.
“I don’t think of you any less.” Ethan whispered into my ear. “You’re still a great guy to me.”
Hearing that from him made me feel a lot better. Why did it make me feel better?
“Do you…do you really think I’m all that great?” I looked up at him, at his handsome face. It was so handsome, and gentle…
“Of course you are.” He told me gently. “You’re smart, kind, funny, caring…”
“You’re just saying that.” I said, though I was concentrating on how safe and warm I felt being held in Ethan’s arms.
“No, I mean it!” Ethan told me, tiling his head down towards me. “I really, really…”
Before I knew it, our lips met and we kissed. This time, I didn’t resist. In fact, I found myself reaching upwards to deepen it. His kiss was a bit wild and impatient, but I used mine to slow him down, making the pleasure last longer. When we parted, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my chest.
“Shit, I didn’t know a kiss can make me feel so hot…” Ethan breathed heavily down at me, his eyes alight.
I closed my eyes as I leaned into him, savoring the feel of his strong arms holding me close to his body. “I…I want you, Ethan.”
Surprise flickered on his face. “Are you sure?”
I nodded against his chest. Without saying anything, the both of us tugged at each other’s shirts, undressing each other. Ethan’s body was so magnificent. His muscles were hard and perfectly developed. His neck was thick and strong like a bull’s, and his shoulders looked like a collection of cannonballs. Ethan’s arms were thick and powerful. What was their measure, 22, 23 inches around? His chest was broad and felt so hard against my skin. My hands drifted down and rubbed his deep abs, marveling at how they felt under my fingertips. I didn’t need to look at his lower body to know how sculpted and shredded they were, I could feel them rub against my own legs.
Meanwhile, Ethan looked down at me, taking me in I supposed. I felt a slight twinge of shame from having my flabby body compared to Ethan’s ripped one, but he broke into a smile when he saw my 10 ½ inch erection. “Damn, who would have thought you’d be bigger than me?”
Glancing at his crotch I found his erect penis noticeably bigger than I saw last month, though I still had a little less than an inch on him. However, even I could not deny how beautiful his cock was, how inviting it appeared to me.
All of a sudden Ethan’s arms dropped, and I went from feeling safe and cared to being cold and abandoned. However, he was just looking around at the construction site. “Not exactly what I’d envisioned for our first time together,” he remarked. Turning back to me, he suddenly grabbed my waist and hoisted me over his shoulder.
“E-Ethan, wh-what-?”
“Just moving to a better spot,” he told me. I was in awe of his strength to easily carry me without any visible strain or effort. Fuck, just how strong was he? Before I knew it, Ethan had carried me into the incomplete building and set me down. Once there, he gathered up all of the insulation material he could find until he had a nice, big pile.
He admired his handiwork. “This should do for a nice bed. Now then…”
Without warning he grabbed me and threw me down onto the pile, pinning my body underneath his. I gasped as I felt his hand body press into mine, sinking me deeper into the bed of soft insulation. Already I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hole, anxious to enter. From the way he handled himself, he acted like he was great at sex but like all kids, he was eager to get straight to the action. I on the other hand knew how to milk every drop of sweat, every pant, even moan before orgasm.
Bringing my head up, I kissed a trail down his neck and along his collarbone, running my tongue along the way. Ethan sucked in his breath as I tasted his body, my tongue moving down his chest until it flicked against his right nipple. Meanwhile my fingers danced around his body, getting to know his physique as they caressed and teased him, making it that much more arousing.
He moaned as I continued to play around with his body. “Oh god, I can’t hold myself back anymore, or else I’ll explode!”
It was a bit sooner than I wanted it, but who was I to argue with a three hundred pound stud? I loosened myself up, and I told Ethan I was ready by squeezing him slightly. With a sharp thrust, Ethan’s hard cock entered me and I let out a small cry of pain and pleasure. Slowly he pushed himself deeper and deeper while I kissed and worshiped his body. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but found him too big and wide, so instead I simply grabbed onto his lats.
Once he was fully immersed inside me, Ethan moved his hips back and forth in that all so familiar rocking motion that everybody knew and loved. Each thrust brought me closer and closer to the edge, but I wasn’t about to make the feeling one sided. Using my expert hands, lips and tongue, I did all sorts of sexual tricks and plays on Ethan’s body, making him shiver with constant pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re good at this!” Ethan moaned, his breathing becoming very quick paced and shuddering in ecstasy. “Fuck, I…I…oh shiiit!” He cried loudly just as he cock erupted inside of me. The thought of me just getting off such a strong, muscular guy was enough to trigger my own climax, splashing cum over both our stomachs.
After we both had enough time to catch our breaths, Ethan pulled himself out and lay down next to me, his big chest heaving up and down. “That…was the best sex…I ever had.”
“I haven’t felt like this way in years.” I agreed.
Ethan turned his head around and smiled towards me. “I finally got you, Mr. Brian.”
“That you did.” I smiled back. I didn’t feel any regret, remorse or self loathing for what I just did with him. I just felt…at peace.
I doubted anything could bring it down.
* * *
“You’re fired!”
Well, almost anything.
After a few minutes of rest, Ethan and I retrieved out clothes, shook out the dirt and dust and get dressed before reentering the restaurant, only to have my boss immediately jump on me.
“What do you mean fired!?” Ethan demanded while I stood there in a stunned daze.
“Baltimore here mistreated a customer, ran out on his shift and disappeared for an hour! Not only that, but I know that fat bastard has been stealing our stock. I should have fired that worthless piece of trash months ago!” My boss yelled at him. Either he was very brave or very stupid, but luckily I was standing between him and Ethan, because boy was Ethan ready to jump on him.
“Listen you motherfucking-”
“Hold on for a second Ethan.” I raised my hand and stopped him. Turning back to my boss, I grinned at him as I took hold of my shirt collar.
“I…QUIT!” I ripped the ugly uniform down the middle. “I can’t stand another second in this place. The food stinks, the place smells like rotten cheese and I prefer the rat’s company than yours! And you know the food that you accused me of stealing? Guess what? Your nephew has been sneaking it out and selling them in HIS burger joint! Way to keep an eye on things, smartass.”
My boss (or should I say former boss) stuttered, his face as red as the bad tomatoes he buys.
“Oh and another thing,” I continued on, “for the last time, my name is Brian Whitmore!” Balling up the remains of my shirt, I threw it into his face and marched out of there with my head held high. As I stepped outside, however, my foot snagged on a crack and I stumbled forward clumsily and smack my face into the pole. Since half the front of the building was glass, everyone inside saw me.
“So much for a dramatic exit,” I muttered to myself.
In less than a few heartbeats, Ethan caught up with me, looking at me in awe. “Damn Mr. Brian, I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“Oh I had it alright” I laughed, so giddy I could barely stand myself. “I’ve wanted to do that to him for ages! Fucking hell that felt good!”
Ethan blinked in surprise, probably not used to hearing me swear a lot. “But…you’re out of a job now.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, I’ll find something soon enough.” I waved it off. “It’s not like I’m going to find anything lower than that shithole.”
“Oh, I think you’ll do much better than that.” He assured me with a smirk. “I’ll help look too.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I tried to decline politely, but he placed his huge hand on my shoulder and held me firmly.
“I want to,” he said softly, “I want to see you happy again.”
Oh boy, what did I get myself into now?