Featuring:What begins as a normal day at a new school, ends with a very steamy moment with the art teacher. "JAaaaaames! Time for school!" My Mum yelled from outside my room. I groaned as I rolled around in bed. Today was the first day at my new school. My parents and I had moved to a whole new area and I had to go to a school full of strangers and older strangers. I eventually got up and put my school uniform on, which included a black jumper over a red and black tie and white shirt. Then a pair of dark grey trousers. I went over to my mirror and looked at my tired face. I had a fairly average body type, I wasn't massively skinny, but I wasn't fat either. I had dark hair, almost black that was a bit long and floppy. I had a pair of blue eyes as well, which stood out a bit against my pale skin. I picked up my phone and left my bedroom to brush my teeth. The school loomed over me as I approached it, with my backpack on. Like a cartoon, I gulped. My anxiety had skyrocketed as I nervously walked towards the building's entrance. In fairness, it looked very modern and even kind of colourful, but my mind was determined to be scared. It was also an all-boys' school, which was also new to me. I stepped into the main reception and I could see students hustling and bustling in different directions. I approached the main desk, where a youngish man sat. "H-Hi, I'm new..." I said, nervously. "Hi there. What is your name?" He asked, beginning to click and type stuff on his computer. "James. James Spencer." I answered. "Ah... Okay... You're form tutor is Mr Mendes. He's not too far. If you go down that corridor, you'll see a sign to the music room." He informed me. "Oh okay. Thank you." I nodded. Tutor Time (Shawn Mendes)I wondered down the hall and followed the signs pointing me towards the music room. Eventually, I found the right door, knocked, then slowly opened the door. A class of eyes all shot right at me, curiously. The room was very spacious, and there was a back room with a sign above saying 'INSTRUMENTS'. Then lining the walls were computers, I assume for editing and recording music. All the students were sat on chairs that were in a large semi circle. "There he is!" My teacher smiles... My teacher... Wow, he was beautiful. He had black, semi curly hair, a pretty smile and a button down, pale blue shirt, with a black tie around him. It fitted him amazingly, showing his pecs off perfectly. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, letting him show off a tattoos. Then he wore a pair of black trousers. "James, right?" He asked. "Yeah." I nodded as I stepped in closer. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mr Mendes." He said as he shook my hand. "You too." I nodded. "Here is your timetable." Mr Mendes said, picking it up off his desk and handing it to me. "Thank you." I said. "Now, as you know I'm your form tutor and also your music teacher, so if you need anything, please come to me, Im more than happy to help you with anything." Mr Mendes smiled. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I smiled back, blushing a bit. I went over to my seat and looked down at my timetable. Shit. I had Maths first with a Mr R. Lynch. I hate Maths and I'm terrible at it. Maths (Ross Lynch)I followed those who also had maths and reluctantly headed to the correct place. I walked through the door and was greeted to the sight of many tables in lines, facing a large smart board and white board. "Morning class. Find yourself your seats and we'll get started." A voice said. I looked over to a desk at the front and behind it was another good looking, young man. He had light brown, fluffy hair, the biggest, prettiest brown eyes. He looked skinny yet muscular, wearing a red, tucked-in shirt which had a couple buttons undone and a pair of black trousers. "Oh, hello, there." He smiled, once he spotted me. He got up from behind his desk and walked over to me. "You're new here, aren't you?" "Y-Yes... I am." I nodded as he already started shaking my hand. "I'm Mr Lynch. I know my subject's boring as hell, but if you need any help, please come to me. I don't want you to feel lost in my lessons." Mr Lynch told me. "Thank you so much. That's good to know... I might be coming to you a lot, then." I half laughed. "Hey, I'm fine with that. Go find a seat and I'll start the lesson." Mr Lynch told me. I blushed lightly as I went to find a seat. He managed to make Maths interesting! He was so cute and sweet as he talked about numbers. Mr Lynch interacted with the class a lot and was very animated. God, I could've watched him all day. He soon gave us all some worksheets and I could actually somewhat do it! I was about halfway through when Mr Lynch came over and sat down beside me. "Alright, James?" He smiled. "Y-Yeah... For once I can feel like I actually do this!" I half laughed, showing him. "Wow, you've gotten far, good job." Mr Lynch said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You're a really good teacher. Honestly, in my last school I would still be on question 1." I told him. "Well that makes me so happy. Maths isn't too hard, ya just need to get your head around the methods." Mr Lynch explained. "Yeah... Thanks again..." I smiled, looking into his face. He looked so caring and sincere. "Of course. And it looks like you've gotten it all right so far. Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Mr Lynch smiled. The lesson soon ended and I had finished my worksheet. I was the last to leave, mainly because I wanted my eyes to linger on Mr Lynch as much as possible. "James, next time I have you, I wanna know how your first week's been." He told me. "Oh, I will... Thank you." I said, blushing again. That was the best teaching experience I've ever had. Perhaps this school wasn't that scary after all. BreakBreak time... Break time with no friends in a school I didn't know. Lacking the confidence to try and make some new friends, I went to the cafeteria and sat on my own. I ate an apple I had packed and just watched all the students. They all seemed to be in different groups, but from what I could tell, they all seemed somewhat friendly - I was just too scared to approach them I suppose. I noticed some teachers going in and out, all of which were beautiful, stunning looking men, which left me thinking... How was I gonna survive? Geography (Connor Ball)I followed the flow of the students and soon, we were entering a new classroom. It was painted blue, the desks were lined up and facing a big smart board. To the left was a desk with a computer and a globe sat upon it. The walls were plastered in different subjects and posters, and at the back was a huge map of the world. "Good morning, boys." Mr Ball, who was another drop-dead gorgeous man. He was leaning against one of the desks with a packet of Haribos in his hand. "James, right?" He asked me, as he walked over to me. He was wearing a white, button down shirt with black, vertical stripes. It had a couple buttons undone, which... Felt like it shouldn't be allowed in a school but I certainly wasn't going to complain. Then he also wore a pair of black trousers, that fitted him a little too well. "Yeah." I nodded. "Haribo? Oh, but not the hearts, they're my favourite." Mr Ball offered. I couldn't help but crack a laugh as I picked out a ring. "Thanks." I smiled. "Go take a seat and enjoy the lesson." Mr Ball smiled. Why was everyone so attractive here?! I sat down at my desk and watched as Mr Ball began his lesson. We were starting on natural disasters and he was fascinating to listen to. I've had so many boring and mundane Geography lessons in my life, yet when Mr Ball spoke it was like I wasn't even in a lesson. It was like listening to a friend chat about something. When someone answered something correctly or raised a good point, he'd give them a Haribo - but no hearts. I mostly kept to myself, not feeling the confidence to start speaking out yet and answer questions. The lesson went past super fast and it wasn't long before people were leaving to go to lunch. Again, I was the last to leave and just as I was about to go through the door, Mr Ball's voice spoke up. "Oh, James, I just wanted to say... I wanna hear you more in class." He told me. "Oh, sorry, sir... I'm still a bit..." "Shy? I know, trust me. But the only way you're gonna break out of that shell is by taking that first step." Mr Ball smiled, stepping over to me. "I know... It's just... I didn't have many friends in my old school as it was, so... I doubt things will be very different here." I explained. "Awwh, James... I'm sorry to hear that man. But the people here may surprise you and if for some reason, you're still alone by the end of the week, I'll happily be your new best friend." Mr Ball promised me, before hugging me! I don't think any teacher has ever hugged me before! I wasn't sure what to do. I nervously put my arms around him, too. God, I could smell his musk. "Well... At least the teachers are way better, here." I said, once he let me go. "Yeah?" He asked. "Seriously, compared to my old school? They were all nasty and grouchy. Here, it's like the complete opposite. I actually feel supported, rather than belittled and a nuisance." I told him. "I'm sorry to hear that James. But we'll make sure that doesn't happen. We have a lotta good people working in this school." Mr Ball smiled. "Could I have lunch with you?" I asked, not wanting to be left on my own. "James, I'm flattered, but I want you to try make friends of your own age, first. Go on..." Mr Ball chuckled. "Okay..." I sighed. I left the classroom and headed towards the cafeteria. LunchAlthough Mr Ball told me to go make friends, my anxiety got to me again and I was sat at a table on my own. As I ate my pre-packed sandwich, though, a boy came over to my table. He had dark hair, an average body type, with a cute smile and a pair of blue glasses. He sat down opposite me. I recognised him as someone from my form group. "Hi." He said. "Um... Hi?" I said with a frown. "I'm Curran, I'm in your form group." He told me. He was really cute - he was muscular, had some wild curls and the most beautiful set of lips. "Oh... I'm James." I said. "I know... You should come join us. I was new to this school a couple months ago and my friends welcomed me in. Let me do the same for you?" Curran told me. "Um... Sure." I said. So, I picked up my stuff and soon, the boy grabbed me by the arm and brought me over to a group of boys who were all attractive as well. "This is Harvey, Jared, David, Jace and Ryan." Curran introduced. "Hi." I smiled. "Hey, James, right?" Jace said, standing up and shaking my hand. He was blonde, had pretty brown eyes and a pretty skinny body. "That's right." I nodded before he suddenly hugged me! First a teacher, now a student? This school was definitely different. I hesitantly hugged him back. "Have you always been from around here or did you move?" Ryan asked me as I soon sat down next to Harvey. Ryan was Asian and had super soft, black looking hair. His face was really beautiful too, it had loads of freckles which I just found really cute. He was skinny but looks muscular too. "I moved. My Dad's job required it, so..." I shrugged. "Well that sucks. Did you leave a lot behind? Like a lotta friends, family, girlfriends?" Curran asked me. "Didn't have many friends, my Grandparents who lived there were homophobic and no... And I'm gay..." I listed off my answers. "Us too!" Harvey beamed before giving me a high five. Harvey was really pretty - so much so, I was already feeling a small crush for him. He had like a dirty blonde hair that was very fluffy and skin faded. Harvey's eyes were like icy blue and I could get lost in them for hours. He had a single stud in his right ear, too. He looked pretty skinny too. "Seriously?" I asked, shocked. "Yep. We're the gay kids." Jared nodded. Jared has dark brown hair and eyes, a really strong jawline and was just really handsome. He wasn't as skinny, but looked like he definitely worked out. "Well... That's awesome!" I beamed as I didn't know anyone who was gay back in my old school. "You'll fit right in with us." David said with a bit of a smirk. He had shorter, almost black hair that was a bit curly, then a pretty narrow head. His jaw could cut through steak, by the looks of it. He was skinny but I could definitely see the muscles in him. "What do you have next?" Harvey asked. "Ummm... Physics. With Mr. Schmidt." I answered, after taking out my timetable. "Oh, me too." Harvey smiled. "Urgh, he's so hot..." Curran groaned. "He so is..." Jace sighed. "I feel like all the teachers here are?" I admitted. "That's true. Who've you had so far?" Jared asked. "Mr Lynch and Mr Ball." I answered. "Mr Lynch can fuck me up..." David groaned. "Mr Ball's really sweet..." I shruged. "He's adorable." Ryan agreed before suddenly, the bell went off. "I hope you know where this classroom is." I said to Harvey as I packed my bag. "Of course. Come with meee." He half sang, making me laugh. Physics (Kendall Schmidt)Harvey and I arrived at the classroom and we walked inside. It was very sleek. The walls were grey but had lots of posters on them, with a counter lining the back wall. There were marble tables in lines facing a smart and white board, with a desk in the corner. Mr Schmidt was sat there and... Yeah he was cute. He had a very light brown hair and a darker beard that framed his head and lips in a scruffy, beautiful way. His eyes were a beautiful green, as well. He was quite slender, wearing a salmon coloured shirt with a floral pattern on, tucked into a pair of black pants. "Oh, James, right?" Mr Schmidt asked, coming over. "Yep." I smiled as Harvey gave me a knowing smirk as he went to go to sit at a table. "Welcome to Physics. If you need anything from me, I'm more than happy to help. I'm Mr Schmidt." He smiled, shaking my hand. "Thank you so much." I smiled back. "I hope you enjoy yourself... Lemme know if I get too boring." Mr Schmidt said with a wink. "I'm sure it won't." I chuckled, blushing a little bit. "Go sit down, buddy. Enjoy the lesson." Mr Schmidt told me. So, I went over and sat down next to Harvey. "He likes you." Harvey scoffed as I took my books out. "Aha, he does?" I chuckled. "He's still checking you out, look." Harvey pointed out. I looked over and saw him, indeed, looking at me as he set up his presentation on his computer. "He's just... Being friendly.." I said, blushing even more. "Uh huh..." Harvey said, amused. "Okay, class, please don't think I'm usually this boring, but today, like every beginning of the year, I must take you through the health and safety." Mr Schmidt sighed. Soon, we were all given work sheets and had to answer really dumb questions relating to health and safety. "So, you'd bang him, right?" Harvey asked me as I wrote stuff down. "Ahaha, wow, you guys are very blatant." I chuckled. "You'll have to get used to that, mate. So, would ya?" Harvey asked. "Definitely. He's really cute." I said, checking him out as he spoke to another student. "I had a dream about him, once." Harvey admitted. "You did?" I asked, intrigued. "We did it right here... On this table..." Harvey nodded, tapping the tip of his pen on the marble surface. "Wow..." I said, trying to not get turned on at the thought. "Have you ever dreamt about a teacher?" Harvey asked, casually returning to his work. "Not really, but I think I will now." I said, thinking about Mr Mendes, Mr Lynch and Mr Ball, as well as Mr Schmidt. "I bet." Harvey laughed. When we finished our lesson, Harvey and I had to go different ways as we had different lessons. Art (Brad Simpson)Next I had art with a Mr B. Simpson. This was the lesson I was most excited for, as art has always been my favourite lesson. I stepped into the classroom and the walls were covered in paintings done by students. There were drawers lining the back wall, with labels saying 'Paints', 'Pencils' and 'Paper' among other things. There was one large horseshoe of tables that circled another table, that our teacher was sat at... And wow... He was beautiful. He had dark curly hair, which looked fluffy enough to be a pillow. Then he wore a pair of glasses that looked absolutely adorable on his face, that almost drew attention to his pretty brown eyes. He wore a black jumper with and a pair of blue jeans, too.
"Good afternoon, class. Take your seats and we will start." He smiled as everyone piled in. None of my new friends were a part of this class, so I felt a bit on my own. "You are a face I do not recognise." Mr Simpson said as I sat down on the end of the horseshoe. "I'm new." I smiled... Shit his voice was cute too. He wheeled his chair over to me as I pulled out my pencil case. "Ooooh, that's right... James, right?" Mr Simpson asked me. "Yeah." I nodded. "Do you like art? Don't worry, I won't be offended if not." Mr Simpson asked, grabbing my pencil case and nosily looking through it, which I found endearing. "I love art. I draw a lot in my free time, it's... I'm pretty passionate about it." I told him. "I can tell. You've got some good stuff in here." Mr Simpson smiled, looking up at me. "I can tell we're gonna get on well. Listen, let me know if you need any help and don't ever be afraid of me judging your art. That's not how I work." Mr Simpson said, sincerely before wheeling back to his original desk. Was I in fucking love?! Oh my God, the man was so cute and sweet and beautiful and kind and I had only known him for 2 minutes! "Alright class, open your sketchbooks. I want to see some drawing today." Mr Simpson smiled. "I wanna see where your skill sets are, so that I can encourage you to improve on certain areas. Find something in the room, and draw it. Whether it be a window, a chair, a pencil or even your watch... I just wanna see you draw." Mr Simpson told the class. We soon all got to work and I decided to draw my pencil case. Mr Simpson was going around everybody in the class, really spending a good amount of time with each student, however, I was the last one that he'd be going round to. By the time he did wheel his chair around to me, I was nearly finished the class had almost ended. "Holy... Wow, that's really good, James." Mr Simpson said when he saw my drawing. "Oh, thank you." I said, blushing slightly. "I mean... Maybe you should be teaching this class instead of me." Mr Simpson chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous." I sighed, when the bell suddenly went off. "Oh, hang on, I'm not done with you yet." Mr Simpson said before giving a wink, before spinning on his chair to face the rest of the class. "Well done today, class. You all did amazing and I can't wait to teach you for the rest of the year. Pack your stuff and I'll see you later in the week." Mr Simpson smiled as everybody packed their stuff. "Sorry it took me so long to get round to you." Mr Simpson told me. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's nice that you actually talk to each student." I said. "Awh, thanks... I try my best." Mr Simpson smiled, looking directly in my eyes. "Well, you're much, much better than my last art teacher." I told him. "I am?" Mr Simpson asked just as the last student left. "Absolutely. She didn't care about me at all and she never liked anything I did. She'd always tell me I was going to fail... I almost gave it up." I explained. "Oh, James..." Mr Simpson then wheeled his chair around so he was on my side of the table and then put an arm around me. "That teacher is a bitch, pardon my language. I think she might've been jealous of how good you are." He told me. "What is with this school?!" I questioned, confused and feeling almost emotional. "Ahaha, what?" Mr Simpson asked, letting go of me, so he could look at me more clearly. "Like... It's so different from my last school! I feel like people actually give a crap about me! It's only the first day and the teachers have spoken to me like they're my friends and even the students... I don't feel like I'm gonna bullied or attacked, I feel like I can somewhat be myself!" I said getting super emotional. "Awh James... Was your last school really that bad?" Mr Simpson asked, worried for me. "It was so bad..." I nodded, feeling tears in my eyes. "C'mere..." Mr Simpson gave me a proper hug. He held me, tightly. "That school is gone now, okay? It's over. I am gonna be here for you no matter what, James. I promise." Mr Simpson told me. I gave a sniffle as he leaned back... We looked each other in the eyes... His brown eyes were filled with care and compassion. Then something really unexpected happened. He leaned in, closer and closer and I suddenly realised what he was doing... His lips pressed against mine... HE KISSED ME! He was my TEACHER and HE KISSED ME!! My eyes widened and I think Mr Simpson suddenly realised what he was doing, as his lips quickly leapt off of mine and he rolled his chair backwards. "I'm so... Oh my God, I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry." Mr Simpson panicked , standing up and starting to walk around, trying to not look me in the eye. I didn't want him to think it was a bad thing, as I absolutely loved the kiss we shared. "Mr Simpson... I-It's okay. Honestly, I'm not upset or anything." I assured him. "You're not?" Mr Simpson asked, looking up at me. "No, not at all. I mean... You're really sweet and... Cute." I admitted, standing up. "But James... Teachers and students... Well they shouldn't... I mean, that is very illegal." Mr Simpson reminded me. "Which is why... Maybe... We don't tell anyone..." I suggested, reaching out and taking his hand in mine. "You are really cute..." Mr Simpson admitted. "You too, Mr Simpson." I half laughed. "Ahaha, well when it's just us two, you can call me Brad." He smiled. He leaned in and kissed me again. This time, I kissed back and he cupped my head, deepening it. It was passionate and sweet, my arms began wrapping around his waist. Then he gently pushed me backwards until I was against one of the desks. Following his lead, I sat on it and he continued to passionately kiss me, letting his hands travel around my body and soon wrapping around my waist. I ended up wrapping my legs around his waist as his tongue pushed through my lips. We were both softly moaning in each other's mouths as we passionately made out, knowing full well we shouldn't. Then suddenly, my phone began blasting as it rang, making us both jump so hard I accidentally bit Brad's bottom lip. We both chuckled quietly as I looked at who it was... My Mum. "You should answer it." Brad told me. "Urgh... You sure?" I asked. "Yeah, go on." Brad nodded. So, with my legs still wrapped around Brad, I answered the phone. "Hello?" I said and Brad immediately began kissing at my neck. "Hi James. How was your first day of school?" She asked. "U-Umm... It-it was good..." I stammered, loving the feeling of Brad's lips against my neck. "What time do you think you'll be home?" Mum asked me. "I-I don't think I'll be too long... I've just been talk-talking to my art teacher." I answered, feeling him smile against my neck, clearly enjoying what he was doing to me. "Oh is he nice?" Mum asked. "He's veeeerrry nice." I said with a smirk before Brad whispered in my ear... "Thanks, baby..." Then he gently nibbled at my ear lobe. Goosebumps ran all over my skin. "Well send a text when you're on your way." Mum told me. "Will do." I said before she hung up. "You're kind of evil..." I half laughed when Brad stopped. "You handled it pretty well." Brad smirked. "You're lucky I did." I scoffed. "Mmmm you're a good boy." Brad smiled before giving me another kiss. "I really don't want to go." I pouted. "We've got an entire year to have fun, darling. And we will." Brad said with a dirty smile before pecking my lips. "So... What are we?" I asked, curious. "Let's call it... An open relationship... Because I don't want to stop you from having a boyfriend who's actually your age, but I also don't want to stop." Brad said with another smirk, before groping my butt. "Mmm... Me neither..." I breathed before placing my hand on his pec. "You should... Probably head home. I don't wanna raise questions." Brad sighed, letting me go and taking a step back, to lower the sexual tension. "What, like why did you sound like you were having your neck sucked on by a teacher?" I smirked, getting off the desk. "Well it looks like you loved it." Brad smirked, pointing out my hard on. "You too." I said, looking down at his, which... Looked impressively sized. "Go on.. Go home before I get out of control." Brad told me, clearly checking me out. "Out of control?" I smirked, placing a finger on his chest and letting it run down. He gave an amused chuckle before kissing me. Then he leaned down and picked my bag up from beneath my desk, then placed it in my hands. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked me. "Of course." I smiled, giving him one last kiss. On the way out, he groped my ass and I soon left the school and began walking towards the bus stop. I just made out with a teacher! Not only that but he wanted to fuck! And he seemed to genuinely care about me, too. This was gonna be the best school year, ever.
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