School Daze / Chapter 1

This is the first installment of a story about how college boys, straight or gay, flirt and tease openly gay and suspected gay professors, or even ones they think would like to try it out. I am not a professor and certainly not a schoolboy. I wish. It's pure fantasy. I hope the sex is hot. I would get a boner when I wrote certain sex scenes and sometimes leak pre-cum in my underwear. The sex in this first installment cums late, so bare with it, and don't skip ahead. Something bad will happen if you do.

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I am trying to teach my class. I am a non-tenured professor at a college in the Northeast part of the U.S. I teach acting and drama. I love theater, movies and television. And I'm not a snob about movies or television. I love my job. I love the school at which I teach.

I am 32, gay and some think pretty good looking. I have brown hair which I wear sort of long. I am olive skinned coming from Jewish and Italian parents. I am 6'1" and have a flat tummy but no visible abs though I've tried. I dress in the old professor way. Jeans or corduroy pants, oxford cloth shirts and sports jackets. Rarely do I wear a tie, but I do more and more. I was told it's sexy.

Do I date? Never more than 2 dates. The men my age don't do it for it me, even in the 4 year range up and down from my age. A guy, a lawyer, who was 29 made it through 4 dates, a record for a couple of years.

I have a problem because

Mostly, though, I love my students, especially my boy students. Many of them are truly gorgeous. Being interested in acting, the male students are gay, provocative in their dress and mannerisms and either very Nellie or very buff who show their muscles off.

But sometimes go off the rails. This is the third week into the fall semester of Acting II, and I'm just getting to know this class of 18, 11 boys and 7 women.

But, as I said, I was "trying to teach my class." But there's this boy, second row, middle seat who is getting in the way. His haunting blue eyes are dead on staring at me, tracking my every move, looking me up and down. I tried my best not to look back at him, but it was pretty hard. It was almost like he was trying to place a spell on me, like he was a warlock or something.

His name is Jacob. He's in his second year and this is the first time he's been in one of my classes, nor in any of my acting workshops. Above his eyes is a moppy head of long hair, black with brown highlights. He has a beautiful pair of lips, pouty and more red than they should be. He might be wearing a little lipstick. I would not be surprised for a student in this class to wear a little make-up. He's wearing a long sleeve, black shirt, skin tight and over that a t-shirt. It says. "I'm not a twink. But don't let that stop you." He wore a pair of skinny black jeans that accentuated a fleshy ass and in the front, it sometimes seemed like his dick was crawling down his right leg.

I could not concentrate. As I tried to do my lecture, my brain kept creating these little scenes of me fucking Jacob fiercely or gently licking his asshole, which had bright red lips like the lips on his face. There were scenes of us kissing madly. I imagined him having a huge dick, moist with pre-cum making his big dickhead glisten.

Stop.

I was teaching "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," by Tennessee Williams. They were supposed to have read it before the class and some of them might have. One of the problems with my classes are that they could watch the movie without reading the play or script. And then I'd have to find differences between the play and the movie if I wanted to get anything out of them, themselves rather than Paul Newman. I always told myself that I should teach plays that were never movies. I'd feign anger, and say, "What the f-f-fudge. I might as well teach All in the Family' or Happy Fucking Days.'" They'd look blankly at me. They never had heard of Archie Bunker or "Happy Days."

One of the women in the class had her hand up. I had taken awhile to recognize her because I was in a trance of another scene. Jacob had me handcuffed on a bed faced down and was fucking me. Like before, he had a huge dick in my scene.

"I'm sorry," I said walking behind my desk because I had a boner and may have a drop or two of pre cum on my pants. I glanced at Jacob, and he wore had a small smirk. He saw it, I thought. "Sandy, what's up."

"What did he mean by the `click.'"

"Let's see if the script can help us. Danny and Sue, find the scene in the script, and play it."

"Sue, you play the Big Daddy part. Play gender games. Mix it up. Danny, you play Brick. It's around page 50."

Danny is a tall, buff, ginger boy. He had gotten into school on a football scholarship but washed out in the 4th game of his freshman year. He broke his ankle when tackled. He still limped from it a year later. Or maybe he was just acting. By all looks of it Danny was straight and in a role reversal I teased him. Like giving him the part of Brick, a gay character. But he was never offended by it. He was cool. He had nice brown eyes and brilliant dimple separating his chin in half.

Sue, was a petite woman from outside of Boston, with a strong New England accent. I don't think about the girls too much. It's really awful, unfair.

I imagined I was kissing Danny while Jacob fucked me. I was licking the line in his chin as if it was an ass crack, sensual and sweet. Jacob got jealous pulled his cock out my ass and came to separate us so he could kiss Danny, with ill intent and no sensuality. I was pulled from the scene when they started reciting the script.

BIG DADDY: What makes you so restless? Have you got ants in your britches?

BRICK: Yes, sir...

BIG DADDY: Why?

BRICK: --Something--hasn't--happened....

BIG DADDY: Yeah? What is that!

BRICK [sadly]: --the click....

BIG DADDY: Did you say click?

BRICK: Yes, click.

BIG DADDY: What click?

BRICK: A click that I get in my head that makes me peaceful.

BIG DADDY: I sure in hell don't know what you're talking about, but it disturbs me.

BRICK: It's just a mechanical thing.

BIG DADDY: What is a mechanical thing?

BRICK: This click that I get in my head that makes me peaceful. I got to drink till I get it. It's just a mechanical thing, something like a--like a--like aÑ

BIG DADDY: Like aÑ

BRICK: Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and-- [He looks up, smiling sadly.]--all of a sudden there's--peace!

BIG DADDY [whistles long and soft with astonishment; he goes back to Brick and clasps his son's two shoulders]: Jesus! I didn't know it had gotten that bad with you. Why, boy, you're--alcoholic!

BRICK: That's the truth, Big Daddy. I'm alcoholic.

BIG DADDY: This shows how I--let things go!

BRICK: I have to hear that little click in my head that makes me peaceful. Usually I hear it sooner than this, sometimes as early as--noon, but----Today it's--dilatory.... I just haven't got the right level of alcohol in my bloodstream yet!

"Nice, guys," I said. "Nice Big Daddy accent, Sue." It was a little more subtle than Burl Ives but very good, though, spoken in a woman's voice. She didn't play it as a man, which was just right. "Sandy, did that clear anything up?"

"Has something to do with his drinking, but not so much."

"Are there any alcoholics in the room? Who can explain it."

There was silence and then Jacob raised his hand. "Jacob, do you have a drinking problem?" The class laughed.

"Just when I go drinking with the wrong man." Jacob got a bigger laugh than I did. Touche. "He's talking about the feeling in his brain and body when the alcohol in him is enough to give him peace. Settles him. I think with people who drink too much, they become immune to the calming effect and it takes more and more alcohol to give him the so-called `click.'" Jacob's eye contact returned when he finished. I was at a loss again. My mind went to a scene of Jacob pouring some kind of liquor on my dick so he could lick it off. I imagined the pleasure of his licking and sucking. It burned a little, too.

"Nice job, Jacob. We'll take up the climax scene with Brick and Big Daddy tomorrow and then on to Shakespeare."

I went back to my desk and started to pack up my backpack. I stayed with my head down until I could no longer hear people walking out. I looked up and saw that Jacob was still at his desk, peering at me. "Fuck," I said to myself.

He stood up, threw his backpack on his back and walked towards my desk. He leaned on the side of desk and dropped his backpack on the desk with a clunk.

"What's up, Jacob?"

"I have something for you."

"An apple," I said cringing at my use of the clichŽ.

"No sir," he said. "No, on this disk, it's a scene I recorded. Please look at it. Tell me what you think."

"Why am I worried?"

"Maybe you're a worry wart?"

"Maybe you're a troublemaker?"

"Me? Moi?"

I went back to packing my backpack, placing the CD into my bag." He padded away on his peach colored Airbirds, looking back to see my reaction. I am an acting teacher and coach. I should have been able to play blasŽ and uninterested. But I looked nervous and even scared. He smiled that self-satisfied smile of his and walked out.

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Faculty of the school shall not engage in any kind of relationship with a student. This includes socializing outside of class, tutoring or coaching beyond the campus or a social relationship, including anything related to sexual activity. This restriction applies to a student's entire career at the school, including while a student is in a faculty's class, workshop, school activity, or following a student's presence in a faculty's class. Such violations may be grounds for dismissal, loss of tenure status and/or suspension.

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There was a part of me that did not want to watch his video. I had no idea what it could be. Was it a recital of some sort? Was it a confession of some sort? Was it porno, my worst fear?

I got home and walked Max. It was a long walk because I needed the exercise and time away from a computer. I purposely my cell phone at home, usually a rule for most Max's walks. I once saw a man walking what looked like a wonderful, playful, loving dog, and thought that was one of the most pathetic things I've ever seen, that any a parent pushing their baby in the carriage and talking on the phoneÑthat was pathetic, too. Though I never wanted to be one of thosew gay men who coupled and adopted a child. I looked down at Max who was sniffing out some pee on a tree. He looked up at me. Yeah, dogs are better.

We got to a doggy park in my neighborhood and let Max go. Max loved to play with other dogs and his joy from it made me so happy. He'd chase and be chase. He licked other dogs ass and they his. He'd constantly looked back at me to make sure I approved with a smile.

On the way home, I was not concentrating on the pleasure of walking the dog. I was thinking about the Jacob video. How provocative could it be?

I got home, peed, and got a glass of red wine. The only computer I had with the capacity to play a CD was in my study, and, after loading the CD, I made myself comfortable on the couch, putting my legs up on the coffee table. I took a big gulp of the wine and turned on the video. It was 8 minutes 30. It began by fading up to Jacob on his bed. He was wearing a sweater and his usual pair of black tight jeans and a big smile. He licked his deep red lips and started to talk.

"Hi, welcome to my house and my room. Let me move the camera around so you can see my room. There were movie and theater posters on the walls, including "All About Eve," "The Music Man" and "Streetcar Named Desire." The camera stopped moving and focused again on the bed. He crawled onto the bed, with his ass to the camera. He turned around. "I hope you enjoyed the tour. The front door of the house is open and so is my bedroom door. My parents are way. So you can join me." He licked his lips again.

"I don't know about you, but I've been horny all day. Being around all that testosterone at school makes me crazy. I had classes today with my two favorite teachers. And when I say `favorite' I mean my favorite, those who I want to spend more time with." He patted the bed as if inviting the guy who came to his house to lie next to him. "I bet you think that's you. You're so vain. I bet this song is about you.

"Fuck, it's hot in here. He pulled off his sweater. He had a skin-tight t-shirt under it, but pulling up the sweater pulled up the t-shirt too and you could see his stomach and abs. He stayed with his face in the sweater so the view of his stomach was a few more seconds than natural.

"Hello, again." He pulled down his t-shirt. "Oooops." He smelled under one of the sleeves. "MMMM. Smells good."

"I hope you are comfortable, too. Feel free to take off your shirt or sweater.

"Shit, my jeans are tight. Maybe I've put on a few pounds. Gotta watch that. Can't be a sex symbol with a tummy." He slapped his stomach, hard. He pulled up his t-shirt again and slapped his stomach again. Against his skin the slap was louder. "Ow. Fuck. Wanna do that? Wanna slap me around? Wanna turn me over on your lap and slap my ass? Hmmmmm. I would like that and I bet you would too." His t-shirt showed his nipples erect. He pulled on them, and his eyes closed. He licked his lips. Then, he licked both of his middle fingers and reached under his t-shirt and rolled his fingers around his nipples. He closed his eyes again. He seemed to pinch his nipples. "Yeah, fuck, man." He licked his fingers again reached into his jeans and seemed to be playing with his dickhead like he did with nipples. He pulled them out and showed his fingers. "Hmmmmm, my pre cum. Wanna taste?" He licked his fingers. "Tastes good."

"I make a lot of pre cum. You could swim in my pre-cum. I am infatuated with my pre-cum. I like to have it licked off like it's an ice cream cone or a lollypop. I have a big mushroom dickhead. Maybe I'll let you see it. Maybe."

He took off his t-shirt. Of course, there was no hair. His nipples were erect and bright red. Like he used lipstick on them too. He had a 2-pack set of abs, and the rest was flat. He had an inny belly button. He played with it. "I don't think there's a sexual stimulus in my belly button, but I like to pretend that there is. He moaned. And at the same time pinched his right nipple. It looked like he pinched it really hard, but his moaning distracted me from feeling any kind of concern for him.

"I just need to play with my nipples and my dick gets hard. My nipples are so special to me. I like men to suck on my nipples for as long a time as they suck my cock. They are so fuckin' sensitive." He went back to squeezing them. "These jeans are so fucking tight." He opened the button and pulled down his pants zipper half way. "That's better. Don't you think?" He pushed his right hand into his pants and underwear and started to stroke a little bit. He closed his eyes. He started to moan. He still was squeezing his left nipple. "My underwear are wet with my pre- cum. Are you stroking your dick now? Is it hard? I know you'd deny it, but I know you're a fuckin' liar, ehh, Daddy. You are a fucking liar.

"I am pretending you are here. Can I play with it?"

He pushed down his jeans. "You see?" he asked pointing to his underwear. "It's all wet, slippery. God, I'm fucking horny. Aren't you?"

He stood up on his bed and pushed his pants totally off. He was wearing white Andrew Christian underwear with only straps on the sides, the brand porn stars wear. His cock looked hard under the underwear, reaching down further than his puddle of cum. His upper legs were as strong as a racehorse's. He brushed his thighs and legs with the ends of his fingers. "So strong. They can lock around your neck and squeeze hard. I won't hurt you. Promise.

"What's next? What's next?" He got down again on the bed and he reached into his bedside table. "What do you think is in here? I bet you think there are drugs. Coke, maybe. No. So passe. So yesterday. I don't need anything to make me feel more sexy. Just you. I'd just need you." He pulled out a dildo. "These things never get old." He put a wad of lube on the end of the dildo, smoothed it around. He turned his back on the camera and got on his knees. He pushed out his ass. It was big and fleshy. It bounced around a little. He turned around again and pushed the dildo up his ass after turning it on to its loudest buzzing sound. His eyes closed again, in seeming ecstasy. "Is this real? Or am I acting?"

He plopped himself on the bed with the dildo still buzzing in his asshole. Then, he spit on his right hand and reached into his Andrew Christians and started to jerk off. It didn't take long. He held his breathe. Looked in pain. Looked like was anticipating the end of the sexual episode. His body shook. He seemed to shoot 7 or 8 shots of cum. All inside his underwear. He never showed off his cock. I couldn't even tell if it was as big as I imagined it. I pulled a blanket over his body. He pulled of his underwear. He showed it to the camera. "All wet." He sniffed it and licked it removing some of the cum. "So sweet." Then he seemed to collapse. Fade out.