Turning the Teacher
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Dougslair
" for editing.
"Alright class, that will do for the day." I said and closed my text book.
I looked out at my class who were already picking up their bags and ready to shoot out.
I had been working at St. Harry's school for a few years and I loved my job. I only taught the last school year, they were all 18 year olds and I loved that I was helping shape their future. I especially loved being able to help students get into the university. Knowing that because of me they were able to get a better life gave me a huge sense of accomplishment.
"See you later Mr Dolan." Many of them said as they were leaving.
Our school was quiet informal, there were no uniforms and we encouraged the students in the last year to call us by our first names. To help prepare them for the real world, although many of them reverted back to calling me "Mr."
"Tom?" I heard one of my students say, I looked up from my bag that I was packing and saw Rory looking down at me.
Rory was an interesting student, he was captain of the rugby team, one of the most popular guys in the school. Also, to be fair to him, his popularity wasn't his entire personality, he was also one of the best in my class.
He was a little over 6 foot and to be fair there weren't many that were taller than me. He was also built very muscular which I assumed helped with his rugby.
"Rory, everything okay?" I asked him.
Looking up from my desk he dwarfed me.
"Yeah, just wondering if I could have a quick chat about my uni applications?" He asked me.
"Of course, take a seat." I told him.
I leaned back on my chair and said bye to the last few students until it was just me and Rory sitting opposite each other.
"How can I help?" I asked.
I watched him brush his medium length brown hair to one side before looking back at me.
"I wanted to ask if you could write me a reference? A few of the uni's I've applied for are top tier and I thought it would really help." He explained.
I smiled to myself from this, always loving when students came to me for help. I always wanted them to see me as a helping hand.
"Of course, you're a great student and I can definitely write you a good reference." I told him.
"Thank you so much Tom," He said and smiled back at me, it was strange, his smile sort of lingered on me, as though he was an animal looking at its prey, "You are a great teacher you know."
"Thank you," I replied, "I try."
"Well you are, by far the best teacher I've had." He said, his eyes staring into my soul.
I couldn't help but for the first time realise how bright his blue eyes were.
"T-thank you." I replied, suddenly feeling nervous from him staring at me like this.
When his hand suddenly appeared on my thigh my entire body felt like it jumped.
"I'll be really sad in a few weeks when we break up and I finish here." He told me in a subtle, soft tone.
"I... I will be sad to see you go." I told him.
I knew I should move his hand away, it is definitely against the rules to have a student touch you in anyway, but for some reason, I couldn't.
"Now that we're nearly done, I have to tell you," Rory said to me, his eyes never leaving mine and it felt like I was in a trance, "It has been hard to focus sometimes with you teaching me."
"Rory!" I shot back in shock to what he just said, "I don't think you should be saying that to your teacher."
"I'm sorry Tom, but it's true." He told me, his hand lingered on my thigh and I was powerless to push him away.
"I... don't really understand what you're saying." I told him, although I knew what he was saying.
I would be lying if I hadn't had a few students try and hit on me in the past, but he was the first man. It was usually girls trying to get better grades, but I'm a professional and care about my job so I always shut it down instantly. However, something about this has me feeling weak.
"I'm saying," Rory whispered and then leant in close to me, "When I look at you dressed in your tight trousers, your muscles getting hugged by your shirts, all I can think about is having you on your knees pleasing my cock."
What did he just say?! This was way too much!
I instantly pulled away and his hand fell from my thigh.
"Rory! You can't talk to me like that!" I told him.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it, you're so hot." He told me.
I was utterly shocked, not only because I had a student hitting on me, but because Rory has a girlfriend, Sarah, the most popular girl in the school.
"Well I'm sorry Rory but I'm not interested, I'm your teacher, I'm straight and I'm married." I told him and pointed to my wedding ring.
"You're telling me you've never thought about it?" He asked me, although I had moved back he remained perfectly still and kept staring at me like a piece of meat.
"No, I have not!" I told him, "Don't you have a girlfriend, she wouldn't be happy with you saying this to me."
"Oh, she doesn't mind." He replied back to me with a smile, as smooth as ever.
When Rory stood up, for whatever reason I caught myself glimpsing at his crotch. I'm sure I could see the hint of a hard cock beneath his trousers.
When I looked back up at him he was just smiling down at me.
"Let me know if you change your mind." He said and walked off.
My mouth was just hung wide open in shock as I watched him leaving my classroom and closing the door behind him.
That was insane! He was so forward! I never in a million years expected that to happen today!
When I stood up, I looked down and realised that my cock was rock hard and poking in my trousers. Was I turned on by that? No, I couldn't be, could I?
I tried to forget about that entire experience as I finished packing my bag but for some reason, I could get Rory out of my head.
Try as I might, the entire drive home I was hard as a rock! Driving with a hard on proved difficult. I tried to argue in my head that the reason I was so horny was because Jane, my wife, and I hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks. Not because I was turned on by my male student hitting on me.
When I got through the door, I got hit with the instant smell of Jane cooking in the kitchen.
"I'm back!" I shouted out and then closed the door and dumped my bag on the floor.
"In here!" She shouted back.
I walked into the kitchen and looked at my beautiful wife, her long brunette hair falling to her lower back, her curvy figure and her beautiful face.
"How long will dinner be?" I asked her, already forming an idea in my mind.
"About half an hour." She told me, she closed the oven and turned to face me.
"Good." I replied.
I marched straight over to my wife, grabbed hold of her and placed my lips against hers. Within a second, I felt Jane's mouth open and I pushed my tongue inside of her mouth. For a few minutes we stood in the kitchen making out, my rock hard cock pressing against her thigh.
"What's brought this on?" She said when she broke the kiss.
