My name is Sheldon and this is the day that I first had a sexual encounter with the man that I now call my husband. I was seventeen at the time and he was thirty eight. He was my teacher at a boarding school that my parents had sent me too. They were obsessed with god around here and the fact that I was a gay kid never set well with them. Guess I was not the only gay one around .... ********** I had not been in the mood to eat lately. I missed being home and I missed my friends and family. How stupid was it that I had to be treated like a criminal because of my sexual preference. There were millions of gay people in the world, but because my parents were freaks, I had to be sent here. I could not wait until I was eighteen, whether I was graduated or not, I would be out of here and I would never look back. There were better things that I could be doing with my life then being trapped in this hell hole. I knew deep down that people in this world were fucking morons, I just wished that at times they knew how to hide it a little better. Shoving my headphones into my ears, I let the music take me over. I seemed to get lost in time when there was music playing, as if the world were going in fast motion around me and I could not catch a glimpse of anything else. Music put me on another plain, another existence in time and space. Music was everything and I loved letting it course from my ears all the way to my feet, which were tapping slightly against the ground beneath me, causing a slight echo down the empty halls. I could feel my feet moving in time with the music as I walked aimlessly around the school. I knew that I should be in the cafeteria eating with everyone else but I just did not feel like it. So what if I got in trouble. These teachers hated him anyways for being gay, so it was not like getting detention was anything new to me. I hated every teacher here, even the ones who did not openly try to change me. They hated me for who I was and did not give me the chance to be myself and grow into who I was supposed to be. Wasn?t a teacher someone who is supposed to guide you through life and help you learn the skills you need to know on the path you choose, not just make it to where you can only choose one path. At this rate, what is the point of teaching kids here anything, they were fucking most of them over anyways. I stopped instantly as I turned the corner of the hall and found myself face to face with Mr. Nash, my english teacher. I quickly removed my headphones from my ears and turned the music off. I then quickly tried to place everything in the front pocket of my hoodie. Looking Mr. Nash over, I frowned. For such a gorgeous man, he sure was wasting his life being a straight teacher. A man like him could get all the men he wanted in my opinion. Though I hated him anyways, I had always had a slight crush on Mr. Nash. I shook my head at my thoughts and turned my attention fully back to Mr. Nash. ?Hello faggot hating teacher,? I spat with a laugh and a smile. I was not afraid of detention and I knew they would not expel me, though if that were something I could achieve, I would do anything to get expelled. ?How has your gay hating, bible thumping, english teaching day been going ... cause as of now, my day could be better.? Mr. Nash looked at me and smiled. His blue eyes made me nervous with how sweet he looked. I had just called him a bunch of names and he was smiling at me, like he understood me or something. I was not sure if I should feel bad Pendik Escort or not care at this point. "Why Hello Sheldon, it seems that you are acting the same as usual. I like that in you. No regrets and you speak your mind. Reminds me a lot of when I'm in high school." Mr. Nash said with a slight laugh of his own. "My day however, was not full of gay hating bible thumping. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I touched a bible, but at least you got the english teaching right. It's been going good. It saddens me to see that your day is not well. How about we talk hmm?" I was silent for a moment, not really sure what to make of everything he had just said to me. There was so much that I felt like I had missed half of it, but I caught as least that he ... envied me? And now he wanted to talk? "Don't worry, I don't bite. I'm sure you'd know that by now. After all, We've been together for quite some time now haven't we?" He asked with a grin that almost worried me. He was being overly nice for some reason today. In most cases I would just find that annoying, but in this case, I was almost suspicious. Was he also doing something at this time that he should not be doing? I thought back to him mentioning himself in High School. I could not picture him being anything like me. In fact, I could not picture him being young enough to go to high school. That had to have been a distant memory for him. Sure he looked to only be in his thirties, but anything over a few years seemed like a long time to me. ?Well that is me,? I began, having a lot to respond to. ?Same person all the time, no changing, cause well that is never going to happen.? I threw the last part in as a reference to my being gay. No matter how much bible crap they threw at me, I was not going to change for them. ?And what would make you even think that I would want to talk to you. What are we going to talk about? English? Speak it, Passing it. My being a gay boy? Been there, done that. You being a hot fucking teacher? Sure you already knew that as well.? I looked up at Mr. Nash and waited. I was nervous that I let the hot teacher thing slip out, I did not mean to let it come out of my mouth. Now that I said it though, I wanted to see the response. I was going to play it out and see what arises. Hopefully Mr. Nash would brush it off as me doing my gay thing, though I really did mean it. I had spent many hours of class time thinking about what it would be like to be kissing my teacher. Was that wrong of me? I was a gay boy in a school where I did not get to make out with boys, I thought about kissing all kinds of people, though my teacher did happen to pop into my head a lot more then any other boy, though Noah, my roommate, popped up in his head a lot as well. "There are many things we could talk about, Sheldon,? he said stepping toward me with a look in his eyes that made me stumble back just a bit. ?I'm glad that you think I'm a 'fucking hot' teacher. Your quite endearing yourself. But seeing that you broke the rules, by being in this hallway, I'll just take you back to my classroom to give you detention.? I sighed quietly at this, turning my eyes to the ground as he continued to talk. ?I have no class next period, so it will be rather swell. Now... Follow me." I could feel my eyes getting big. I had no clue how to respond to this situation. Was I missing the bigger picture as to what was going on around here? Was something going on here, or was Mr. Nash just Pendik Escort Bayan fucking with me. I was scared out of my mind and I felt like maybe I should just allow for myself to get into more trouble by walking away, though my feet would not let me move from where I was standing. As scared as I was, I was slightly more curious. So I stood there, a million thoughts racing through my brain. ?Right ... n...? I tried to get out. Before I could finish my sentence I was was being pulled away from the spot I was standing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as Mr. Nash took a hold of my hand. I had felt as if I had not touched another person in forever and the feel of a man?s hands against my own was enough to make me nearly weak in the knees. I stumbled slightly behind Mr. Nash as I reluctantly but excitedly followed Mr. Nash wherever it was that I was being lead. Though I could not help but let my eyes wonder around a bit, making sure that there was no one around to see what was going on. Even though I myself was not quite sure what was going on. What was going on? "Your quite lucky that you were found by me Sheldon.? He said leading me off down the hall. ?If it were another teacher, I don't think you'd be treated so leniently." I nodded my head at Mr. Nash, though I was not sure that he could see me. I was still unsure of what to say at this point in time. My mind was full of confusing questions and curiosity. Wouldn?t it have been easier to just give me detention and send me on my way to where ever it was that I was going to begin with? ?Where ... um .... where are we going exactly?? I finally brought myself to ask as we made our way down the hallway. I listened to the sound of Mr. Nash?s chuckle echoing through the endless, empty halls that lead to whatever destination we were headed to. What was going on? I thought to myself once more as we rounded another corner. I felt a rush of heat cross over my face as we entered a dark supply closet. I was slightly scared at this point. Was this going to turn into a joke? The kind of joke where I gets locked in a supply closet for almost a day and no one lets me out? I went through all kinds of things back home because of being gay and I was not wanting to go through the same mean things that I had gone through before. That was the only good thing about this school. There was less bullying from students. I had not even considered a teacher doing something like this. For a moment standing there in the dark I felt like I was going to be sick, until the lights flickered on and I heard a click behind me. I began to turn around but was grabbed before I had a chance to do anything. Soon I was being pinned against the wall and Mr. Nash was right up against me. So close that I could feel my entire body getting overly excited, but I could not turn it off at this point, it was way to much for my to control. "You know Sheldon...? Mr Nash began to whisper in my ear. ?You make it so very hard for me not just tie you up and rape you.... After all... Look at you..... Your so... cute." I leaned my head back against the wall and took a deep breath. I was not sure what to make out of what Mr. Nash had just said, but I decided at this point I was just going to play along. ?You know Mr. Nash, they have this saying.? I whispered as I worked to lean myself forward. I placed my mouth right next to Mr. Nash?s ear. ?You can?t rape the willing.? I then leaned my head back against the Escort Pendik wall, a smile spread across my face. I was no longer nervous or scared, but excited. I kept the look in my eyes like I was a little on edge, but I felt I might be wanting whatever it was I was about to receive. A shiver ran down his spin as Mr. Nash grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back further. I could feel the air against my now fully revealed neck. I let out a long moan as Mr. Nash?s tongue made its way across it. I was still a little confused as to what was going on. A few minutes ago Mr. Nash was this teacher that I hated for being another gay hater, but now he was pinning me against a wall and licking my neck. If this was a joke, it was the best joke that anyone had ever played on me and I did not want the joke to end. Mr. Nash finally reached my lips and kissed me sweetly and softly. I could feel my knees getting weak as I melted beneath him. Soon the kiss turned more passionate and hard. I kissed him back with intensity, letting my own hands wonder up and grab a hold of his sides. I did not know what I was getting myself into but I wanted more. I had not felt this way in a long time and I wanted to hold onto this amazing feeling rushing through my body. My hand wondered to Mr. Nash?s back and pulled him closer against my chest, allowing me to get more of my tongue into his mouth. The feel of his unshaven face brushing against my own completely smooth chin was sending chills down my spine. I felt my body relax completely. Not so much that I was not giving back what I was getting, but enough to be completely nerve free. All I could think about in that moment was kissing Mr. Nash. Feeling his strong manly body against my own, decent body. I was not small and scrawny by any means, but I was not covered in muscle either. I could defend myself if I really needed to but that was about all I would be able to do. Nothing about this moment however, needed to be fought. I wanted this moment to last for as long as it possibly could. My eyes flutter open for just a moment and noticed a counter off toward the back of the room, and thankfully it was clear. I pushed slightly and pulled at Mr. Nash until my back was pushing against the counter. Moaning lightly against Mr. Nash?s mouth, I began to grab at his ass. I was far from being a virgin and none of this was new to me. It had just been a while and well I was generally the one in control. I was not used to being the submissive one and letting the other person lead the way. As different as it was, I wanted it. I wanted Mr. Nash to take control and lead me down whatever road they were currently on. I let out an even louder moan as Mr. Nash?s hand began to run up the inside of my shirt. Closing my eyes, I let whatever emotions were coming completely sweep over my body. Mr. Nash?s hands were cold and manly. Manly being as they were rough and rugged. I liked that more then I could explain. There was just something about a man who could make you feel like you were going to be protected and completely taken care of. That was what I was hoping to get out of all of this. I wanted him to protect me, but I wanted him to take care of me in every manner that he could. So far, he was doing a good job at fulfilling my needs. I opened his mouth a little, letting Mr. Nash suck on my tongue. For someone who had never felt that happen before, it was quite an amazing feeling. It left you unable to move or think about anything other then the fact that your tongue was being held captive. I grabbed tightly onto the sides of Mr. Nash and pulled myself back against the counter more. I released a hand from Mr. Nash?s side and used it to pull myself up onto the counter, bringing my legs up and wrapping them around the sides of Mr.