| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tSo, I do pretty good at school, in general, right? I got straight As, all the way through, except one time I got a B in science. Y'see, the teacher in that class was Mr. Weaver. He taught gym (also science and health mostly cause the school was real small), and also he was a big tanuki guy, and I had a huge huge crush on him. Also I was pretty sure he was gay. So in gym class I felt super awkward, didn't wanna undress in front of random other guys because I was afraid. I dunno, I always kinda wanted to fool around with somebody in the shower, so being in there with other guys got me kinda turned on? but I didn't know anybody in there, and they were all kinda jerks, so I was maybe afraid I'd get a boner and get made fun of. So usually I waited till they were done, and just in case, I tried to take it easy during class... I actually had a really bad participation grade in GYM. Anyway, our old coach and gym teacher, Mister Trent, had always walked around the locker room while people were showering, and people used to whisper they thought he was gay and liked lookin' at the guys. I don't think that was true. I thought, like me, if he were gay he'd probably be embarassed and try and avoid it... just like Mister Weaver did. Even though his office was down by the boys' locker room he stayed out of there till everyone was changed... including me. One time I put off showering till the bell rang for next period, just to see if he'd stay out of there the whole time. He ended up hurrying through the locker room to his office just as I got out of the shower... I made a point to be drying off my junk as he walked by, and he literally blocked his eyes with his clipboard, went in his office and shut the door. So yeah, I was pretty sure. Anyway, I was supposed to write up a report for science on the Arctic Tern (I still dont know anything about that bird) and I just made up a bunch of random stuff and turned it in. What I thought was, Science class was my last class, and if I suddenly did super bad on something, he'd ask me to stay after class. Then, y'know, my dads house had the internet so I thought I knew how it was supposed to work. I'd make those big otterpup eyes and say something like "isn't there aaaaaanything I can do to get an A in this class?" What I ended up saying, after about 5 minutes of extremely concerned questioning about if I was depressed or having problems at home, was more like "Um, I wanna play with your dick, okay?" It still worked. Ok, it wasn't THAT simple... there was a bit where he was trying to tell me that I was too young to wanna do that stuff, and that he shouldn't be doing it with me, but he didn't say he didn't want to, didn't even ask me to stop nuzzling his groin (fuck he smelled good), and when he heard the janitor walking by, he didn't even bother pulling his pants up when he wiggled over there to lock the door. I was real late getting home that day. Anyway, he didn't give me better grades on those papers, said it wouldn't be fair... but he did bump up my P.E. participation grade on account of all the extra exercise.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t