To Sir With Love
by Sir
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Despite the countless wipes of my forehead, another salty bead of sweat trailed along my face.
Normally this wouldn't bother me, but with 25 teenagers staring at my every move (or so I hoped) I felt slightly self-conscious. The sun baked us through the classroom windows, and even though the electric fan buzzed at us in the corner, all it radiated was more heat. I continued to talk and point at several notes on the whiteboard, but we all knew everyone in the class was desperate to leave and get some air; the clock was only minutes away from the end of the day.
I longed to loosen my choking tie, to rip off my suffocating shirt and release myself from the burden of trousers- although this would all be slightly inappropriate for a teacher to do in front of his class! But more than anything else, I wanted to sooth my aching feet from my tight shoes. It's times like this I wish I had someone at home ready to rub them and help me relax- although normally it's me wishing I could worship somebody else's feet...
Relief filled the air as the bell finally announced the end of another school day. Pupils rushed for the door and I crashed onto the chair behind my desk, finally ableto undo my tie from its chokehold.
Before I could even embrace the silence, the classroom door flung open as a figure charged through the door. "Oh my GOD Sir, there you are!" cried Josh, a 16 year old pupil from my form. I've known Josh since he was 11 as I've been his form tutor for 5 years, and despite our differences to begin with, we've become close. Josh would often confide in me, although as far as the other staffs were concerned he was 'trouble' and 'a hopeless case'. I could see beyond this and only wished others would give him a chance.
"Hi Josh," I replied to the panting pupil who instantly sat on my desk, whilst I tried to salvage the marking beneath his backside. "Is everything okay?" I asked, although his head in his hands answered my question. Josh had transformed from the dreary year 7 pupil, always in need of a haircut, into a good looking Year 11 pupil with a shaved head and toned physique. He could look quite menacing but as soon as he'd smile he'd reveal his dazzling smile and cheekboneS. At this minute in time however, he looked beyond distressed.
"I had another run in with that dickhead" he snarled.
I frowned slightly "And which 'dickhead' is this then?", Josh had run ins with various 'dickheads' from pupils and teachers to cleaners and caretakers.
"Mr Harrison," Josh confirmed, "He said I'm going to fail at History and every other lesson if I don't sort my attitude out".
"And how did you respond to this?"
"I threw a pencil at his head"
"Oh dear"
"And told him he was a dickhead then stormed off"
"I see"
I brushed my hand against my face and felt the prickle of stubble; too tired to even shave. One problem with working in a school is feeling old. I wasn't even 30 yet and despite being told by countless pupils how I looked a lot like Jake Gyillenhall, I still remember having more energy than this.
I looked at the defeated teenager on my desk and gave a long sigh. "I'll have a word with Harrison and see what I can do". Josh gave a faint smile, not appearing to feel comfort from my words. BEfore I could ask he looks at me.
"Are you okay Sir? You look like crap"
Part of me admired his honesty, whilst the other part wanted to push him off my desk.
"I'm okay, Josh. Just knackered"
Josh frowned slightly, almost concerned with his teacher. I stretched my legs and rested my feet on a chair, wishing I could take my shoes off. I then began rubbing my eyes debating what to do next.
Suddenly I felt someone grab my ankles and looked in shock at Josh sitting in the seat opposite with my feet resting in his lap. I tried to move my feet but he wouldn't loosen his grip.
"Josh, what are you doing?!"
"Just relax Sir. You look like you need it!"
"Seriously, let go. Someone might come in"
"It's Friday Sir, everyone's buggered off home. It's only you who ever stays here for so long; normally trying to sort my problems out!"
I was surprised at how strong Josh was as he slowly began untying my laces.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea..." I began saying, knowing the stench that was going to hit him.
"Seriously Sir, It's the least I could do" he replied with that signature smile and wink. Before I could protest further I felt the euphoric release of the shoes and socks off my feet, and Josh's cool soft hands rubbing into my soles.
"I wonder if they taste as good as they feel? Sir? Sir?..."
"Sir! If you rub your eyes anymore they'll fall out your face!"
I stopped rubbing and looked to find Josh sitting at my desk and my feet still dressed in their shoes and socks. Did I seriously just imagine all that? I've never ever thought of a pupil like that. Must be the heat...
"Sir..." Josh began, looking at me in concern.
"Sorry Josh, it's just been a really long day." I replied, noticing the wisps of dark hair below Josh's unbuttoned shirt. I was shocked at my own observations and quickly got up.
"Erm, Josh. I think you should go find Mr Harrison and quickly apologise before this gets further out of hand".
I get up thinking the matter is closed but instead Josh looks down with a serious expression. "Actually, there's more to the sTory..."he mutters. I sit back down trying to focus on his dilemma and ignore the urges a teacher shouldn't have for a pupil.
"Well afteb I stormed out and started looking for you, I knew the best thing would be to go to him and apologise. So I waited until lunchtime and went to his office. The door was slightly open so I pushed it and..."
"Yes...?"
"Mr Harrison had his back to me and was sat at his desk... wanking"
My mouth fell open, unsure what to say. I blinked a few times but then Josh continued to talk. "But that wasn't the worst part. He was tossing off to pictures of the Year 8 boys swim team! I was shocked and remember shouting something like 'oh my god' and he turned around with his red face going mad at me".
"What did you do? What did he say?"
"It was mad. He just wouldn't stop shouting but then he stopped and really calmly, it freaked me out, he said he's going to get me expelled and there's nothing I can do!".
I felt paralysed in my seat from Josh's story. All the inappropriate thoughts I had for Joshwashed away and instead disgust replaced it. How could Harrison have the boldness to destroy a pupil's future because he did something he shouldn't have?
"Well that's not on!" I shouted and stood up, walking towards the door, "I'll tell him exactly what he can do with his threats!". Josh ran ahead of me and blocked me from going through the door.
"Wait! There's no point Sir! He said himself, it's his word against mine", he placed his hands on my shoulders, "please".
The look in Josh's eyes stopped me in my tracks. I could feel his hands shaking. I placed my hands onto his and gently removed them from my shoulders- did he notice me squeeze them tenderly?
"I've got a plan", said Josh in a very different voice, "but I'll need your help".
*****
How on earth did I let Josh talk me into this? If anyone found me here, I'd be in danger of destroying my career.
I listened carefully, waiting for the steps of Josh and Mr Harrison to enter his office. I stood motionless, trying not to make a sound in the locker.The plan is for me (currently hiding in an old locker in Mr Harrison's office) is to film the conversation between Josh and Mr Harrison. The small Flip Camera feels slippy in my sweaty hand.
Suddenly I hear the faint steps of Mr Harrison approaching his office. He enters with a cup of coffee in one hand and scratches his balding head with the other. I imagine Mark Harrison was very attractive in his youth, although even now he looks like Bruce Willis. The glint of his wedding ring in the evening light reminds me of why this video will allow Josh to continue at school; I didn't like the plan, but there was little else that would be solid proof. I pray the fierce pounding of my heart can't be heard and that this mission goes quickly before I melt in this metal coffin.
Right on time, Josh knocks on the office door. "Come in" calls Harrison, not masturbating this time! Josh sheepishly walks in and closes the door behind him. I quickly press the record button and point it through the slits of the locker. HarrisoN looks up, his expression drops and he takes a deep breath.
"Josh. I thought I already explained to you what the situation was". He takes a seat at his desk, his back to Josh.
"I know Sir" says Josh quietly, "but I was hoping that I could change your mind".
Mr Harrison spins on his chair and leans back slightly, shaking his head.
"There is not a single thing you could do to stop me getting your arse thrown out of here. It's been a long time coming Josh, we both know that"
I try to keep the camera steady, containing my rage. Josh slowly takes a step forward and then reaches for his top shirt button. What's he doing? Before I could answer I watch as Josh unbuttons his shirt revealing his toned six pack and pecks with light wisps of black hair. My mouth is open in shock and I realise that Mr Harrison's expression is no different.
"I'm yours Mr Harrison. I'll do whatever it is you want me to do and I swear I will not tell a soul. You name it, I'll do it. Whether it's just an old fashioned fuck or you want me sWallowing your piss, I'm game"
Never in all my years did I imagine those words to leave Josh's lips. He walks up to Harrison, who has not said a word and straddles him, his legs either side of him. Then Josh takes the back of Harrison's head with both hands and passionately kisses him. Harrison instantly throws his arms around Josh, his hands rubbing his back beneath his shirt.
At no point in the 5 years that I've known Josh did I think he was gay. Even now, I wonder if this is all a game Josh is playing and if he has any feelings in this whatsoever. What I do know is that that I have a throbbing hard on- and it's not for Harrison.
Josh rips off Harrison's shirt and I try not to gasp, as Josh does, to the pierced nipples. "Kinky bastard...!" Josh tells him, then pushes the surprisingly athletic Harrison onto the desk and begins to suck his nipples.
"Actually," Harrison begins, gasping for breath, "what I'm really into...is feet". I nearly fall over in shock. Is this man my libido?
A genuine smile spreads acroSs Josh's face who sits back into Harrison's leather chair, leaving Harrison to sit on the desk before him. Josh takes Harrison's anklec and places his feet in his laps. Slowly, a shirtless Josh unlaces Harrison's right black shoe and then pulls it off. He brings the shoe to his nose and breaths in deeply. At this point Mr Harrison frantically undoes his belt and fly, revealing his throbbing member. Meanwhile Josh is in ecstasy having removed both shoes and licks and sucks on Harrison's socked feet. They appear to be about a size 10 but well shaped arches.
I try hard not to shake the camera as it continues to film; an internal struggle as to stop recording or not, and whether to ignore my raging erection or not.
Harrison brings his left foot up to Josh's mouth, who in return gently nibbles at his toes and then pulls at his sock with his teeth, revealing Harrison's bare foot. Whilst Harrison then rubs Josh's bare torso with his naked foot, Josh slowly removes Harrison's second sock, kissing each part of the Exposed foOt as its revealed, until it's removed and he sucks on Harrison's big toe with rapture. Harrison frantically tugs on his cock, beads of sweat trailing down his firm hairless pecks. I wonder if he's done this before. From his excitement it seems new: Heavenly.
Josh continues to suck, kiss and lick every part of Harrison's feet, top and bottom whilst Harrison moves closer and closer to climax. It's only then that I realise that Josh's trousers remain bulge-less; he's clearly not getting turned on by this. But it seems so real.
"Oh my god" gasps Harrison, "I'm getting close". Josh then gets up from the chair and places his hand around Harrison's cock, and then replaces it with his mouth. That moment, speechlessly, Harrison lies back on the table with sharp pants, arches his back, takes a deep breath and gives an earth shattering moan. Josh takes it all into his mouth then steps back and spits the pearly fluid into the bin.
Whilst Harrison lies breathless on his desk, Josh picks up his white shirt With one hand and wipes what's left of Harrison off the side of his mouth with the other. He walks towards his History teacher, sits him up and gives him a French kiss.
"So Mr Harrison, can we forget about this whole trouble and start again?". Mr Harrison looks him up and down, giving a dirty grin.
"Sure thing. You're a natural. An A* performance". Suddenly Mr Harrison's expression drops, as if he realises where he is and quickly fastens up his shirt. "I've got to go to a meeting. Try to get out of here as quick as you can- with your shirt on". And before Josh can open his mouth Mr Harrison leaves the room.
Josh sits back onto the desk and stares at the locker, knowing I'm watching back. Thankfully the hard-on has gone, and I slowly open the locker door, unsure what to do. I walk up to him and hold out the camera to him, neither of us looking at the other.
"I think you better keep that". He then looks up, and I see a pained expression in his eyes. "Did you even enjoy that?" I ask him, unsure why. He slowlyshakes his head.
"There's only one teacher I'd ever want to do that with" he replies, and as he goes to take the camera from me, his hand deliberadely brushes mine; I notice the tenderness of it. "Thank you, Sir".
I place my hand on his bare shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze, take a deep breath and leave the room. |
