Disciplinary Action
Posted on: March 07, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
"Jericho, can you please stay after class?I looked at the kid, trying to appear serious and levelheaded. He was a disruption-he talked the whole class, answered his cell-phone during my lectures, and was completely disrespectful. I would put him in his place; I was the authority figure here, right?The truth was, I was terrified of him."Excuse me, Mr. Tate?""You heard me. I'd like you to stay after class." Oh god. There it was. The look. The look that made me feel about four feet tall. He rose from his seat and came towards me; slinging his designer bookbag over one shoulder and tipping huge black sunglasses over his steaming, silvery-blue eyes. Raking a hand through his ashen, platinum blonde hair he came face to face with me and looked up into my face-if that's where he was looking behind those glasses. The kid drove me nuts. I was not his peer. Having his father pay for everything he wanted didn't automatically give him the right to treat people however he wanted. But more than that, he infuriated me because every time he sneered at me smugly, my ass would clench tightly and my cock would swell in my pants. The way his perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed in concentration (in the moments he was actually listening) made me feel light-headed. He was beautiful. He oozed sex, slinking around the school like some sort of spirit: a blatant, sexual energy that was almost genderless. His limbs were long and thin with toned ...
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