Six
by Oliver
That Jenkins boy is absolutely divine! If only. If only...
He's been giving me strange looks all lesson. I daren't look at him, I mustn't. I can't. I'm his teacher. In a position of authority. I must not abuse that authority. But, my God! The 'come hither' looks he gives me! He must know what an amazingly beautiful boy he is! He has to know the power he has, over me at any rate. I tell you, if that angel over there asked me to jump out of the window to prove I loved him, I would. In a heartbeat. God! I'm getting hard just thinking about him! I daren't look at him. I'll concentrate on drumming these Latin verbs into their heads, poor buggers! I'll look at everyone else, anyone but him. I have to concentrate!
I noticed him as soon as term started, of course. Who wouldn't?
Daffyd Huw Jenkins! What a lovely mouthful that name is! I bet he's got a 'mouthful' between his legs as well!
I think my sweet Daffyd Huw has a reasonable set of tackle. The bulge looks promising! I love to get the boys to come up to the blackboard in class; give me an opportunity to ogle. Some of them can't control their dicks, either and it's so sweet to see them squirm when I call their name, trying to adjust themselves before they have to come up to the blackboard.
He's still trying to catch my eye, the little devil! But I must resist the temptation to look at him; I might cave in altogether.
Isn't sixteen such a wonderful age in boys? Finding out what their dicks are for. Using every opportunity for a wank. I know there's a lot of 'action' up in the dorms; I'd better stop thinking about that pretty quick, otherwise it'll be me being embarrassed in front of the class!
I wish I was in Dawson's place! He's the P.E. teacher. Lucky bugger! He gets to legitimately see his boys in the buff. I wish I'd been more athletic at school; jockstraps, showers, a thousand types of cock...
I wonder if Dawson is... you know... of the same persuasion as I...he's certainly a hunk. I wonder about him sometimes, the odd look now and again...
Talking of which, there's my sweet Jenkins again. I can't ignore him all the time! I'd better go and find out what he wants.
I know what I want!
I've told you this all before, Jenkins! I love, you love, we love...
I love you, you love me, we love each other...
That Jenkins boy is divine! If only. If only....
