Mister Alton
I don’t know why the hell he always did that. Standing right in front of me as he spoke to the class. My seat is the front seat in the middle row and that’s where he always stood. Sometimes the fronts of his thighs were actually pressed against writing board. And his big bulge seemed to be resting on my desk. There were times my hand moved towards it almost touching it before I got it stopped.
One Friday morning, Fridays always being the “Dress how you want to” day I walked into class and there was Mister Alton dressed in tight jeans and a white t-shirt that said, “Bad to the Bone.” As I took my seat he said good morning and I replied with, “How bad are you?” It came out before I could really think and I got a sort of big smile as my answer.
Being a freshman in this big school I hadn’t had a chance to make any friends so any kind of relationship with another human being was welcomed. But I had no idea where this was heading. As I look back on the day I realize that all during his lecture he was standing right in front of me with that big bulge saying to me “Please touch, Please touch” over and over. When class was over Mr. Alton sort of mumbled “Come down to my office when your classes are done” as I walked by.
I only had one more class but it took about three weeks it seemed. Finally it was over so a stopped by my locker and left my books and then headed down to Mr. Alton’s office. He was the basketball coach and had an office in the gym. I finally found it and knocked on the door and heard a “Come In” so entered. Mr. Alton was seated behind his desk and motioned for me to take a chair in front. I did and we chatted a bit and then he asked me,
“How bad do you think I am?”
I had no idea what to say or how to answer so I finally just said, “Well your t-shirt sort of asked the question so I did.”
“Well I’m pretty sure you enjoy looking at my crotch during class and maybe that’s why I stand in front of you so much so I will ask you, how bad do you want me to be?”
I couldn’t answer so head added, “How bad do you want to be?”
Words still weren’t coming out of my mouth so he gave me a smile and said, “Why don’t you come around here,” motioning to his side of the desk.