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After Ian got back to England, the first thing he did was e-mail from his
flat in Sheffield. We agreed to stay in touch by e-mail and occasionally by IM
if we saw one another on-line. And while I really missed him, I knew that I had
to move on with my life and he had to move on with his. I figured if the
opportunity presented itself to visit him over the summer, I would certainly
take advantage of it. But if it didn’t, then I certainly wasn’t going to dwell
on it either. I had to be realistic and accept what fortunes and foils came my
way in life. So I decided I would just keep my head up and roll with the punches
like everyone else did.
Then something remarkably fortunate happened that spring and it happened just by
pure coincidence. Little did I know at the time it would result in my third and
by far best encounter outside of Trent and Dean. What made this relationship so
different was that it took place gradually rather than instantaneously like
every other one did. And I had fallen in love with him before we ever had sex
which made it all that more special.
It all started when our Vice-Principle, Mr. Stepholious and his wife went on a
cruse down in the Bahamas during Christmas break for their silver wedding
anniversary. As the story was later told to me as well as everyone else at
school, evidently the couple met a wealthy single woman on the ship from San
Francisco who they both really liked and became fast friends with during the
cruse. The problem was Mr. Stepholious and the woman became too good of friends
for when he and his wife got back to Chicago, he divorced her after 25 years and
moved out to San Francisco at the drop of a hat so he could marry her. Of course
his position as vice-principle suddenly became vacant until a permanent
replacement could be found. In the meantime, one of our history teachers, Mr.
Evanston filled in for him.
I had known Mr. Evanston for many years. He first taught at my elementary school
fresh out of college when I was in second grade. And while I never had him as a
teacher, we talked occasionally at school mostly during recess every since I
could remember. For some unknown reason to me at the time, I always felt a
special kind of friendship to him and I kind of sensed he felt the same way
about me.
The year I became a freshman it was at about that time he was then promoted to
both government and history teacher at my new high school. From what I knew of
him, he was kind of a quite guy, but otherwise really liked by most students
including a number of my friends who had taken his classes in the past. And I
knew of at least three girls who had huge crushes on him back during elementary
school. He was now 32, but still very boyish looking. His face was just as
innocent and sweet as Bambi’s. His nose was compressed and fitted his face
perfectly. His ears were small and crested out ever so slightly. And his lips
were somewhat narrow, but yet so very radiant at the same time.
He was about four or so inches taller than me, 5’10, with a masculine medium
build, very light brown to almost blond hair and pretty hazel eyes. He always
looked like a million bucks! He usually dressed in tan or gray Docker slacks,
white or blue pin-point oxford shirt and wore either a navy blue, gray or tan
sport-coat always with a nice silk tie.
I wondered why he had not gotten married yet since he was in my mind-- The Most
Available Guy In Chicago.
Given he was now also going to be the preceptor or head of our student council
having taken Mr. Stepholious place, it was more or less my job since I was
secretary to bring him up to speed on the various student council minutes &
actives for he didn’t know a thing about them.
My first meeting with Mr. Evanston went very well. Just the two of us met in the
cafeteria after school and I covered all the minutes over the past year. Then I
brought him up to speed on our various projects such as the school blood drive
for the red cross, seniors trip to California, paper recycling drive, Regional
Student Council spring meeting down at the state capitol in Springfield, IL and
the planned fund-raiser for Jimmy Varges, a student, who was undergoing cancer
treatments.
One thing I liked about Mr. Evanston right from the start. He didn’t try and
micro-manage things like Mr. Stepholious did. Rather he was more or less a hands
off kind of guy. And while he was always willing to chip in and give his advice
or help me with the student council minutes, he often said whenever I wasn’t
sure about something, “You’re a bright guy Collin; I’m sure you’ll figure out
the best way to handle it---just use your good judgment”.
Thus he certainly gave me an enormous amount of self-confidence that I never
knew I had. Things always seemed to get taken care without controversy or hard
feelings unlike the way things were under Mr. Stepholious.
Then during our third meeting one afternoon in late March, he and I met in our
usual spot, the cafeteria after high school. After I handed him the typed
minutes from our weekly student council meeting and he reviewed them, he
redlined a few comments. As I sat there at one of the lunch tables he then stood
up. In a very casual manner, he dropped the revisions down right in front of me
and carefully went over them line-by-line as he leaned over my right shoulder
with a pleasant smile. I don’t know what it was about him, but his unexpected
closeness kind of aroused me. I mean I had always considered him a real ladies
man--but still--a good looking and pleasant guy like Mr Evanston in the least
was hard to resist.
From then on whenever I presented him with the typed minutes, he would redline
the comments and then lean over my right shoulder and go over them with me. At
one point, while he was pointing to several of the revisions on a page with his
finger, his arm brushed up against my shoulder. The feeling really excited me. I
certainly enjoyed the moment while I tried to keep my mind on what he was
saying.
After that day he would usually sit next to me at our weekly student council
meeting. Then we would meet in the cafeteria and go over the minutes the
following Monday once I had them typed up. And like he always did after our
third meeting he would lean over my right shoulder and go over them with me line
by line. It was kind of odd in that I looked forward to our Monday afternoons
together just so I could be close to him even if was just for a few minutes.
Then came the regional student council meeting down at the state capitol in
Springfield. The meeting was a three day conference which began on Friday and
ended Sunday afternoon. About a week prior to the conference, Mr. Evanston was
asked by our superintendent of schools to put on a thirty minute presentation
regarding how to conduct a successful fund-raiser at one’s school. Given Mr
Evanston was new to student council and had never participated in a fund-raiser,
a number of students helped draft the presentation for him. And while it was not
my responsibility to type it up, I gladly agreed to do my part and help for I
really liked Mr. Evanston and wanted to make him look good--especially since we
heard that the governor or lieutenant governor might drop by at some point
during the conference.
Needless to say, I worked like a dog that week. I felt like pulling my hair out
at times. Not only was I typing and retyping Mr. Evanston’s presentation after
everyone kept adding their two cents, but I also had to put together a number of
visuals and handouts. Mr. Evanston knew I really worked my heart out. There were
two days when I burned the candle into the wee hours of the morning trying to
get the presentation ready.
Then at one o’clock on Thursday afternoon, four us from student council along
with Mr Evanston hopped on the train for the five hour ride down to Springfield.
I originally wasn’t scheduled to attend the conference, but Mr Evanston insisted
I go given he felt he needed me there to help him put the presentation on. He
told me to bring a laptop and a printer in case we wanted to make some last
minute changes.
After we arrived and checked into our hotel, Mr Evanston told me to remain there
with him while the others had plans to go out to dinner. He wanted to go over
the presentation point by point to make sure he was completely satisfied. We
agreed to meet in his room around 8:00 PM. I was rooming with Jay Sanders, the
president of our school’s student council and our room was just down the hall
from his.
After I unpacked and rested for about an hour, I headed down to his room. When I
knocked on his door, I was immediately taken back by his appearance. He wasn’t
dressed in his usual school attire being slacks, a button down shirt and a
sports coat & tie that I had always seen him in since I was in second grade.
Instead he had changed into a pair of white shorts, a blue tank-top and was
barefoot. He looked so different now. He had nice firm hairy legs and an
incredible upper body. I could even see some sexy chest hairs spurting out at
the top of his tanktop. The hair under his armpits was thick and really turned
me on too. With a smile on his face, he said , “Come on in Collin, I ordered
some sandwiches from room-service and we’ll work while we eat”.
I sat down at his small table and unpacked my laptop and printer. After we went
through the visuals and made a few revisions, he sat down at the end of his bed
and read through the presentation point-by-point and line-by-line. He looked so
damn sexy as he sat there with his legs crossed and whisked through the speech
without missing a beat. And while I listened to every word, nevertheless my mind
wondered while I admired his hairy legs sexy toes and chest hairs. I even
wondered what he looked like without his clothes on. But then I almost slapped
myself in the face and told myself to comeback to reality. I was there to help
him prepare for a presentation.
We then tweaked a few sentences here an there and I printed out the revisions.
While we waited for them to come out of the printer, we sat down and opened our
sandwiches. Just before I took my first bit, Mr Evanston said with a slight
smile, “Collin whenever you and I our by ourselves like this, call me, Steve. I
know we respect one another, but you are here to help me far more than I am here
to help you. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that along with
everything else you have done this past week for me. I certainly wouldn’t have
been in position to give such a first class presentation without you. So again,
thank you so much for everything.”
His kind words really put me on cloud-9. I didn’t know exactly how to reply to
his comments so I just thanked him and said anytime he needed my help, I would
be glad to jump right in.
While we ate, he began to tell me how much he enjoyed his new job as acting vice
-principle. When I asked if he would take the position if it were offered to
him, he replied that he would consider it, but wasn’t sure for he liked just
being a teacher. But he also added it was certainly something he would have to
look at given the money and future opportunities down the road.
I quickly added my two cents and replied that I thought he would make one heck
of a vice-principle and he should take it if it were offered to him. Mr Evanston
looked me in my eyes with those pretty hazel ones of his and replied, “Well
thank you, Collin. That means a lot to me coming from you, it really does.”
After we finished our sandwiches, we put the revised pages in his presentation
and then went through it one more time. I told him I would skip breakfast on
Saturday so I could go over to the auditorium and download his presentation into
the TelePrompTer. Mr Evanston was scheduled to be the third speaker right after
breakfast from the podium on Saturday so I wanted to make sure everything went
smoothly. Then he said, “Well Collin, let’s call it a night--get some sleep for
we have to get up early and attended the breakfast, and then we have meetings
all day”.
No sooner did we both rise to our feet when he stretched both of his arms and
placed his hands on my shoulders. He kindly said with a smile on his face, “ And
again Collin, I can’t think you enough for everything” as he squeezed my
shoulders a few times and walked me to the door. Just the touch of him made me
feel so alive inside. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
After we said goodnight to one another and I walked down the hall to my room, I
couldn’t help but be kind of disappointed. I wondered in the back of my mind why
he didn’t kiss me. That’s all I really wanted from him. But then I told myself
it was another pipe-dream for me to actually be expecting something like that. I
mean he was supposed to be straight.
When I walked into my room, my roommate Jay wasn’t back from dinner yet. So I
quickly went in the bathroom and masturbated fantasizing over Mr Evanston. As I
sat on the pot and stroked my meat, I imagined Mr. Evanston and I on an island
by ourselves kissing me as he held me in his firm arms out in the blue water by
a beach. No sooner did I blow my load, when the phone rang. It was my mom! After
we chatted a few minutes, I undressed and got in bed. I couldn’t get Mr.
Evanston out of mind that night. But eventually I drifted off to sleep for I was
exhausted after such a long hard day.
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