It was all I could do to control my breathing. Mr Simmons, the young, newly qualified teacher, was standing beside me. He was A HUNK and he was saying something. Register brain and take note. My legs were turning to jelly and I knew I had to concentrate. What was he saying? For fuck sake look him in the eye.
"Hey Andy, are you ok? I asked you to wait behind after class. You got that?" He looked at me quisically and put his hand on my arm. "You sure you're ok?"
"Sure coach, sure. I.. I'll see you after I shower," I stuttered.
God what did he want? I had lusted after him for all of this term, my last in the Upper 6th and Mr Simmons first at this college. He was fresh out of college, about 22, and well over 6 foot tall. Dark wavy hair covered his head and poked out of the top of his athletics vest. His well defined chest and arms, coupled with broad shoulders and a firm arse made him irresistible. Just my kind of guy!!
I showered quickly and knocked at the office door. "Come in" He said and I tried to be confident as I opened the door and entered. Mr Simmons was sitting on the desk reading a mag. He looked so hot in his tight white t and black silky shorts. God it looked like a gay porno mag to me. What was this about?