Most teachers and students were eager to leave on Friday, but Mr. When the final bell rang on Friday afternoon, I slowly walked across the school, happy to go see him. Steadman since I first met him, which is why I used my average grade in psychology as an excuse to have him tutor me after school. He was very kind and popular and all of the girls liked him, but he obviously stayed professional. He dressed very fashionably and you could always see he was hiding something big in those pants of his. He was tan and had a defined face, with a chestnut brown beard cut short like his hair. He was tall, about 6'5', and incredibly in shape as he used to play basketball in college. But there was one person who I thought was incredibly hot above all others: my psychology teacher, Mr. I went to the gym a lot and tried to take care of my body, despite not being interested in having a relationship. My name is Kyle and I'm about 5'9', white, brown hair, and pretty athletic. I was 18 and in my Senior year of high school. It was almost June, and almost time for summer break. If this offends you in any way or is illegal where you live, stop reading now and leave. **DISCLAIMER** This story contains scenes of sex between two men.