Teacher, The


By Anonymous

“Dad, I’m telling you, there’s something different about Mr. Smith!”

“Aww, c’mon son, he’s probably just trying to adjust. He’s a substitute teacher after all-”

“How do we even know that he’s even a real teacher!?” James interrupted.

“Now James, let’s just stop this right now.”

“Dad, have you ever seen me this worried before?”

James’ dad didn’t reply.

“Well Dad… have you?”

“Well… maybe… well, not really.”

James gave his dad an “I told you so” look.

“Ok James, I’ll have a meeting with this Mr. Smith character after school tomorrow, if it’s bothering you this much.”

James smiled. “Thanks Dad.”

The next day after school, James’ dad, whose name was Rick, walked into the biology classroom. Dave was sitting at his desk.

“Ahh, Mr. Thomas, I’ve been expecting you!” Dave smiled.

“Um, you can call me Rick. How did you-”

“And you can call me Dave! Please, come sit down.”

Rick walked towards the chair almost hesitantly. “Did my son tell you I was coming?”

“Oh, I have my ways,” Dave grinned once more and chuckled.

Rick tried to chuckle along with Dave, but didn’t exactly know what was so funny. Maybe this guy was a little different after all. “Would you like a mint, Rick?” Dave grabbed a small bowl. “I’ve only got two left, they’re a hit with the kids.”

“Oh… sure. Thank you Dave.”

Rick took one of the mints and popped it into his mouth.

“Now Rick, what was it that you wanted to talk about?”

Rick didn’t reply. He didn’t even seem to be paying attention; it was like he was in a daze. Suddenly, he shook his head from side to side and looked at Dave again.

“Oh… uh… you know what, Dave? I can’t remember!” Both men laughed at his remark.

“Are you sure, Rick?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what there is to talk about. I mean, everything is going fine at home… maybe I just wanted to stop by and say hi to ya. You seem like an awfully nice guy.”

Dave blushed. “Gee, thanks Rick. You seem like a nice guy too.”

“Well, I think I’d better be going home now Dave.”

Both men got up and walked to the classroom door.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Rick.” As soon as Dave was done with his sentence, he gave Rick’s ass a quick squeeze.

Now, James’ father was an understanding guy, he wasn’t homophobic or anything; but usually a gesture like that would drive him up the wall. If it had been just 10 minutes earlier, Rick probably would have given Dave a good punch in the face. But he wasn’t mad at all. In fact, he smiled.

“It was nice meeting you too.”

James rushed downstairs as soon as he saw his dad’s car pull into the driveway.

“Hey dad.”

Rick smiled. “Hey son”

“So… how did it go?”

“Son, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

James scratched his head a little. His dad was acting kind of weird.

“Hey son, how about we watch some TV? We haven’t watched TV together in a long time.”

“Uh… sure.”

James turned on the TV as his dad sat down on the couch.

The Hercules TV series appeared on the screen. James was paying attention to the fighting between Hercules and a couple of demons, but his didn’t seem to care what what going on – at least plot-wise.

Rick was staring at the guy who played Hercules, who in this scene wasn’t wearing much more than a loincloth. Sweat made his muscles glisten in the light.

Rick appeared to be a little sweaty himself. He looked down at his crotch area.

“Um, excuse me son, I think I need to go to the bathroom!”

Rick jumped off the couch and ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Dave wanted to make sure that his dad was ok, so he ran up to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against it. He could hear his dad panting heavily.

“Dad, are you ok?”

“Uh… oh yeah son. Oh yeahhhhh, I’m doing juuust fine.”

James was getting a little worried. He’d never heard his dad act this way before. Before James could ask again, his dad opened the bathroom door.

“Dad, are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m positive James!” His dad smiled again. “What would make you think that I wasn’t?”

James still appeared confused, but then spoke again. “Um, do you remember Mr. Smith giving you anything?”

“What do you mean, son?”

“Like a piece of gum? Any kind of candy?”

Rick tried to think for a second. “I can’t say that I remember or not. Besides, even if he did, it’s not like it’d be a big deal or anything. Your teacher seems like a really nice guy, James. It’s not like he’d poison the food or anything,” Rick chuckled. •

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