You must say more inappropriate things before lunch than that porno you have in the third drawer you keep in your desk.
I kind of want to see if you can break the machine. "Rob, this jock in my first class can suck like a vacuum." He said, incredulously. Jason had made it quite clear that he did not make the same vow that Rob did concerning the students, and felt that as long as they were of age, it was fair game. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about that thing I mentioned the other day." "A little." Jason laughed as he gave Rob a quick kiss. Rob leaned in, "Yeah, you must be proud of yourself for that one. "Yeah, it's nice for the parents to be assured their kids are being taught by responsible adults and not some creeps, huh?" Rob, in mid-sip, almost spit out his coffee. "I know you've got a tight ass, you don't have to prove it to me." "The other teachers could walk in here any second." "For God's sake, Jason, this is a school!" Rob laughed.
As he was tearing a packet of sugar open, he felt a hand cup his ass and jumped. Contrary to the rest of the porn cliches, he was actually a good teacher, despite the fact all of the girls and some of the guys wanted to fuck him.ĭuring break, Rob walked into the staff room and poured himself a cup of coffee during his off period. As stated previously, this isn't a story about some horny teacher taking up a teaching job just to get an unlimited supply of ass. Rob checked his watch, got out of his car and walked in to the English building, up a floor, and into his classroom. Maybe if you stopped being such a good lay, you'd get your way." That guy was awfully confident taunting someone who had their dick 10 inches up his ass. Jason's biggest argument was, "Well Rob, it would help your case if you weren't good at topping, but, unfortunately, you've got that going for you, too. Such is the life of the big dicked bottom. He had convinced Jason Scott to fuck him a few times, but other than that, he was just `that teacher with the giant dick'. No matter how obviously he waved his ass in someone's face, the minute they saw what was hanging between his legs, it was decided. Rob, a self described `versatile-bottom' found himself being forced closer and closer into the `versatile-top' category as he progressed in life, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Though Rob would hate to admit it, all of the cliche scenarios you see in porn happened that night, all of which, were initiated by Jason Scott, and they have been fucking ever since.
Scott had car trouble getting home and had asked Rob to give him a ride home. He'll never regret that night at the teacher conference when Mr. One of his favorite play mates was Jason Scott, one of the art teachers at the high school. Though he longed for a meaningful relationship, he couldn't help but enjoy being a desirable male in the gay scene, though he felt that at 34, it was time to settle down. However, by no means does that include teachers. Rob grew up always knowing he was gay, and upon his hiring at his former high school, he made a vow to himself that, no matter how tempted, he would never sleep with a student, of age or not. If it wasn't for his 10 inch dick, his butt would be what he was most proud of, making it just unfair that two great phenomenal assets could belong to just one person. His devotion to swimming stuck with him after college and kept him with a body that was just the perfect amount of muscle tone, but by no means buff, though he now had the luxury of keeping some of the body hair he enjoyed so much, leaving a little bit of hair on his upper torso, and keeping everything else pretty smooth. He was like one of those guys on the Bachelorette that you wish you could just take home and look at all day. He had cool grey blue eyes that had the ability to have anyone who gazed into them to get lost in their train of thought. Meticulous by nature, his face was always groomed, with just the right amount of stubble to give the illusion that his 5 o'clock shadow was part of a land where time stood still. His hair, almost jet black, looked the same way it did in high school, like not a single follicle had been moved. Just recently turned 34, he looked at himself in the overhead mirror in his car and gazed at his face. Though he was not cocky, by any means, he knew he was `that teacher' that you hear about from peoples' childhoods that they just wanted to fuck like no other. He gathered his things from the back seat and smiled as one of his former students waved at him while walking into one of the buildings. Rob Schaffer parked his car into the teacher's parking lot in front of the High School at which he had been teaching for ten years now.