I'm a high school english teacher. My homeroom class is about 25 students, about half of them male. As a gay man, I couldn't help looking at some of them, wanting them, fantasizing about them naked. The one who caused most of my desires, though, was Tyler. He was, simply put, gorgeous. Just turned 18, with a tight, workout body, soft, curly, blond hair, deep blue eyes, straight white teeth, which he often showed in his killer smile. Oh, and dimples-how cute was that? Add to that his great fashion sense and how great he smelled, and that would be enough for most people. But, no! Not Tyler. He had to also be soft-spoken, polite, a bit shy, and a very good student. Simply put, a dream come true.
I didn't at all entertain thoughts that Tyler might be gay. Even if he were, what chance would I have with him? Yeah, he was legal -- barely -- but there was far too much against it happening. Firstly, I was his teacher. That was an automatic no-no. Second, I was a lot older than he was, and certainly no studmuffin like him. At 37, I'd started to go prematurely grey, was around 30 pounds overweight, modestly endowed, and not muscular at all. Why would this gorgeous kid go out with me, even if he were gay and I wasn't his teacher? Now, don't get me wrong -- I didn't have a bad self-image or anything like that. I'd gotten my share of hot guys over the years, some who I'd never thought I could get. It's just that, usually, most hot guys like other hot men. It's just the gay rule, or so it seems, most of the time. So, I had to satisfy myself with fantasies of us together, when I was at home, and can jack off to his image in my mind. Not a great substitute, but it was all I ever figured I'd get. Until that one day...
I had heard that a new gay strip joint had opened, and that the boys there were super hot! I didn't normally go very often to these places, simply because it was a cruel tease, seeing these sexy young studs, and only being able to touch them a bit -- nothing more, unless I paid them an obscene amount of money, which I wouldn't do. Plus, I wound up spending far more money than I should have -- not the rent, but too much, anyway. So, I usually avoided these places. This night, however, I decided to make an exception. So, after class, I went home, took a short nap, then got a shower, changed clothes, and I was ready to go. I decided to grab a bite, first, since it would likely be too late, by the time I got back. After stopping in for a burger, fries, and drink, I got back in the car, and drove the ten miles to where the new club was. As I parked, I noticed just how nice this place was. Not sleazy at all, very upscale. I was greeted at the door by a 20-something guy -- not my type, but attractive nevertheless -- who politely asked me for the cover charge. I paid him, got my complimentary drink ticket, and went inside. As with most of these places, the music was blaring pretty loudly, but I tried to block it out, as I made my way through the crowd, trying to find a seat toward the back. Once I found a stool, I sat down, and ordered a soft drink (yeah, I'm a wimp, I know, but I don't like to drink much). I was facing the stage, and it turned out my timing was perfect. The evening show was about to begin. I'd been told that, after each dancer did his routine onstage, that they then would file through the crowd, to get as much tips as they could. I was eager to have the feel of sweet boy flesh beneath my sweaty palms, so I was more than ready for the show to begin. The MC, a local drag queen, began by lip-syncing a Bette Midler standard, to the great delight of the crowd. Finally, she welcomed everyone and announced the first dancer, a young Latino named Jose. Now, Jose was muy caliente (very hot!), but somehow, I felt my Tyler was far better, and that I'd rather be watching, or better yet, feeling and tasting him right now. As Jose finished his routine, he stepped down from the stage to begin his walk through the bar, to collect as many tips as he could. As I watched, waiting for my turn to feel up this Latin cutie, I heard the drag queen MC say, "now, a big welcome for our newest dancer -- Tyler!" As soon as I heard that, my heart literally stopped. No, not possible. I mean, yeah, he's more than hot enough to strip, but not my Tyler -- sweet, shy, studious Tyler. Could it? I was afraid to look, but I knew that I had to. And so, slowly, I turned toward the stage, and I quite nearly fell off of my barstool. It was Tyler! For the first time, I was going to see him nearly naked -- one of my greatest fantasies. Slowly, as he danced seductivelly on stage, he peeled off his shirt, revealing the most gorgeous chest I'd ever been priviliged to see. Big, beautiful pecs, a six-pack that would make most actors jealous, and sweet, dime-sized nipples, that just begged to be sucked on! As he went on, his pants soon came off, and his legs were just a wonder to behold. Muscular, firm calves and thighs lightly dusted with blond hairs came into view, along with a red, tight, bikini bottom, that left little to the imagination. Yes, my Tyler was hung, and I was sure that the bulge I was seeing was not even as big as it could be, with the right treatment...
I was trying to digest all of this, my devastatingly beautiful teenage student on stage, nearly naked, the guy of my dreams just thirty feet away. Then, breaking me out of my reverie, I hear the drag queen say, "let's hear it for Tyler, as he makes his way among you. Be sure to tip him well, and he'll treat you well, too." I felt that I had to get out of there. It was be too embarrasing to see him this way. I tried to make my way out of the club, but there were just too many people. I decided I would cover my face with one of the gay magazines that are always around these joints, so he couldn't see my face. As I did, I heard his voice, so sweet and sexy, as he gave this older couple seated next to me his attention. I was now just a couple of feet away from my dream guy, but I couldn't let him know that I was here. Hopefully, he'd pass me and go on to the next patron. As fate would have it, though, he wasn't about to do that. He then sauntered over to me, not knowing who I was, of course, and brazenly, sat on my lap, which -- needless to say -- was rock hard and throbbing at just the thought of touching my student. I vainly tried to keep the book in front of my face, but he playfully pulled it away, revealing just who I was. He gasped softly, and seemed to be frozen in fear. And here I was, being afraid. I guessed no one knew he was either gay or a stripper, but I sure knew, now. I whispered to him, "it's ok, Tyler. Just pretend I'm someone else". He then whispered to me in a worried tone, "Mr. F., you're not gonna tell my folks about this, are you? They'd kill me if they knew!" Imagine that! Here, he was afraid that I'd go telling on him, when I was the one who didn't want anyone to know. I said to him in a reassuring tone, "don't worry, Tyler. This is our secret. No one will know, ok?" I then smiled to show that I wasn't upset or anything, and that he could trust me. He then flashed back that winning smile, and said, "thanks, Mr. F. I really owe you one. You know, I never thought you were gay, at all. I'm really surprised". I chuckled and said back to him, "Well, I knew you were gorgeous enough to be gay and strip, but I never imagined I be here holding you in my lap." He grinned at me, and said, "yeah, that was always my dream, too". I looked at him as if he'd just said he was an alien being, and stammered, "you..you dreamed about being with me? Why?" He looked hurt, and said, "hey, Mr. F. Why not you? You're good looking, smart, funny, and you're my favorite teacher. Why wouldn't I like you? Oh, yeah, I also have a thing for older guys", he said somewhat sheepishly, which made him even more desirable, if that were possible. I looked at those big, blue eyes, that you could just get lost in, and said, "so, you're not jerking my chain or anything? You really like me, Tyler?" He looked back into my brown eyes and said, "well, I'd like to jerk your chain, or anything else you'd like done", as he flashed those pearly whites into a devilish grin. I then said, "oh, man! How amazing is this? So, when would you like to...you know..." I didn't even know what to call it, I was so nervous. He responded, "how about after the show? I finish in a couple of hours, and there's no school tomorrow. I can go back with you in your car, and I'll pick up mine tomorrow". I thought I might cry from happiness. "Yes, that would work just great", I said.
This is the end of Part 1. It's my first submission to this site. I hope you liked it. I plan to work on the next installment shortly. I would love to hear your comments, both pro and con. You can e-mail me at BernieMBF@aol.com and I welcome all constructive criticism. Until the next chapter, have fun, stay safe, and keep the victims of the Asian sunami in your thoughts and prayers.