To the readers, this is based on a true story. It happened just about a year ago. If you don’t like boy/boy hook ups, I suggest that you read something else. I’m not really interested in fiction stories, so everything that I will write here will be authentic and true. This is my first story here and I’m looking forward to writing another (if “something” happens to me again). >:)

My name is Gabriel, 22 years old, and I am a teacher, Science teacher at that. I’m not really that tall, I stand at around 5’8 to 5’10, not really sure, but last I checked I was 5’9. I have a not so muscular body, but not really that skinny (although I prefer to be a little skinny), with six pack abs that you won’t notice easily because I haven’t been working out lately and I hope it doesn’t disappear, with a not-so-white skin, my skin’s tanned because I like to be outside, but I’m not really a sports person, I just workout sometimes if I have the luxury of time.

Last year, 2012, I have been assigned to teach General Science for 1st Year High School, and Biology for the 2nd Year, two sections for each year, so I had 4 classes. This was my second time teaching both these subjects so it’s not entirely new to me. I thought that it would be easy for me and also for my students because I’m a really kind teacher. So, the first day of school came, I met my advisory class, one of the sections in 2nd year. I introduced myself: “My name is bla bla bla bla, I’m going to be your science teacher for this school year….” so on and so forth. Of course, like I said, I’m kind, and also funny because I want my students to be comfortable with me (specially my advisory class). I’m not trying to be kind, it’s really what I am, I’m not the strict type.

So during my introduction to them of myself and the rules and regulations of the school, I cracked some jokes. So that was all they needed, to laugh to have a fun first day of classes. Of course, I let them introduce themselves one by one. Although, out of the 32 students in my class, one of them stood out during the introduction and my eyes were laid to this little boy. His name was Paul. He was 14 at that time, he stood smaller than me at around 5’4, he has a muscular build (biceps and triceps) because he’s a swimmer, and has lighter skin color than mine. But also, one of the reasons why he stood out of that class, is because of his very cute-handsome face. He had small dark brown eyes, pink lips, and also, his smile wore dimples on both cheeks, that made him a little cuter.

Paul is a bisexual though. I can tell from the first time I saw him that he is. Why? It really doesn’t show in his face but it shows when he moves and when he speaks. His friends also already told me that he was without him knowing.

But to me, as a teacher, bisexual or not, gay or not, lesbian or not, it doesn’t matter. I don’t really give meaning to someone’s gender preference, I really don’t care about those things as long as you don’t do anything bad.

So, as time passes by, Paul became a lot sweeter to me. All of my students in my advisory class is, but Paul’s sweetness is a little more than them, I could tell. It really came to the point that whenever I’m teaching them in front, he would interrupt me to tell me “Sir, I love you!” (in a shouting voice), and the whole class would break in laughter until I cannot teach my lesson anymore.