I sat at the computer staring intently at the words on the screen before me. I was making up my lesson plans for the next two weeks. Suddenly, the phone rang, I picked it up and lifted it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said nicely.
"Hi, um, is Raydin there?" came a replying question.
"This is he. How can I help you?" I said.
"We have the twenty dildos you ordered here." came the voice and the laughter in the background.
I immediately hung up the phone , not wanting to deal with those assholes' shit today. The only taunted me because I'm a gay teacher at their high school, and I pondered what to do about it.
I assumed the callers were some of the students I have in my Spanish class, and I'm not exactly going to call the students' parents and ask them what's going on because that would only cause more problems than infinitely necessary. So, instead of tracing the callers I returned to my lesson plans. About twenty minutes later, the phone rang again, this time, it wasn't those idiotic boys.
"Hello?" I said a little too harshly.
"Hi, Mr. Burkhardt? This is Darien from your fifth period Spanish three class." said a timid voice.
I softened my voice instantly as I noticed who it was.
"Yes Darien? How can I help you this evening?" I questioned, a little puzzled as to why he was calling me. He was my best student and very rarely needed any help.
"Um, I'm very sorry to bother you at this hour - were you busy?" he asked nicely.
"No, not at all." I said, completely ignoring my lesson plans.
"Ok, well, as you know, or maybe you don't, you're my favorite teacher and I really look up to you…Anyway, I just need your help and advice on a social problem." he said hurriedly.
"Ok, go ahead." I said.
"Well, it's a little stupid, but these guys are always calling me and harassing me…as you know I have a very alternative lifestyle that isn't generally accepted here…anyway, it's really disturbing and frightening. They've even threatened to kill me." he said, with fear in his voice.
"I understand…well -" I began.
"Well, I don't know, I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to do that to you…" he said cutting me off.
You don't know the half of it, I thought.
"I still think I can help." I said aloud.
"I would really appreciate it. I'm so scared of them." Darien managed to choke out, his voice trembling.
"Have you told your parents about this?" I asked.
"She refused to believe me because I'm gay - she hates that." he said.
There it was, another thing we had in common, our parents disliked us because of our sexuality.
"Well, goodness knows that people will always reject and misunderstand you," I said calmly. "Well, all I can say is to ignore them, I'll try to help as much as I can if and when I see or hear about things." I said.
"Thank you so much Mr. Burkhardt. At least I can rely on you…unlike Dylan." he squeaked out.
"By the way, how are the two of you getting along." I inquired.
"Ok…He can be a jerk off at times, but other than that, really good." he responded.
"That's good…Well I have to go, it's time for my evening tea and I have to finish my lesson plans. I'll see you at school tomorrow ok?" I said.
"Ok. Talk to you later." he said
"Feel free to call me anytime," I said. "Bye."
"Bye." he said.
I then hung up the phone and went into the kitchen and put water on the boil. I quickly went back to my computer, saved my lesson plans, and closed them. I went back into the kitchen and got my favorite tea out of the cabinet, chamomile. After the pot began to whistle I took it off, poured it into the cup with the tea back, and smelled the sweet scent of the tea.
Suddenly a vivid image swept over me. The scent of the chamomile reminded me of Darien for some reason. I imagined taking off his usual black attire. I pictured his beautiful tanned body, his shockingly bright green eyes, and his dark brown hair that feel straight, down below his ears. My member began to swell as I pictured his beautiful pink lips.
Just as suddenly as I imagined this, the image disappeared. As I realized what I imagined I scowled at myself. I shouldn't be thinking about one of my students sexually, no matter how attractive he is, it was illegal.
I decided to go take a cold shower to relieve myself of the throbbing pain inside my jeans. As I stepped into the cold, my erection receded quickly. I washed myself thoroughly as if I were washing away some disgusting substance from my person.
I exited the shower, dried off, and redressed, suddenly feeling extremely tired and went to bed not worrying about anything that would come tomorrow.
Fifth period the next day was very interesting. Darien wouldn't stop staring at me and giving me this odd little grin like he…never mind…he couldn't…he had Dylan and I'm too old for him.