I hope this is the right place to share this. Something happened today that made me very happy and sad at the same time. I hope it will be of interest to you too.
I had just started high school, I was in the 9th grade. We were getting acquainted with our new teachers as they came to our class according to the class schedule. It was the 6th class on Monday. A man entered the classroom. He was wearing a red and black plaid shirt, gray jeans and black sneakers. Since the other teachers wore suits, I found this strange and wasn't sure if he was a teacher. After he turned on the smart board and introduced himself, I learned that he was our geography teacher. He started the lesson immediately without meeting us. I didn't like teachers who did that, but I couldn't take my eyes off him so I didn't have a chance to get grumpy. It was obvious from his tight shirt that he was well built. He was tall and muscular. But he wasn't overly muscular, which I didn't like. He was just right. The thing that caught my attention the most was his pants. I notice a man's legs the most. If that area is a bit full, then it's a done deal. This guy had it all. I could see the bulge in the front of his pants, not hard, but big enough to be noticeable. His eyes were the most beautiful blue I'd ever seen. His hair was blond and wavy. He wore black glasses. My favorite combination. I watched him all class, trying to hide the fact that I was watching him from him and from my classmates, trying to save the images in my brain so that I could jerk off when I got home, imagining him.
But back to reality, I agreed with the rest of the class that he wasn't a good lecturer. He spoke at a high level, as if we already knew what he was talking about. Even though it was hard for me to understand, there was another reason obviously, but I was getting through it anyway.
We had two hours of class a week and I looked forward to those two hours, even though I didn't really like geography. This went on for a couple of months. In the second semester, based on the reactions of the students, another teacher started coming to our geography classes. I was very upset. Our new teacher was an excellent teacher, I was very happy with him, but my mind was still on that man. I would go to him during breaks to ask questions, we would talk, I would try to make time to see him.
One day I found out that he had left school, and when I asked why, they told me he had gotten married. I didn't even know where he was going, there was no teacher he was friends with who I could ask. I wished I could see him again.
For a few years I missed him whenever I thought of him. Maybe I didn't realize it at the time, but I liked him.
This evening I went to the market to buy a few things. I put the items in the checkout and went ahead. I turned my head to the left trying to get the money out of my pocket. There he was. The man of my dreams was standing next to me. He hadn't changed at all. He still had the same hair, the same glasses. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, black jeans and slippers over his black socks. For some reason I was so embarrassed, I paid quickly so he wouldn't see me and left the store.
I was so happy to see him.
I just wanted to share this with you. Do you have a man like that in your life? Please share it with me. Thank you for reading. Have a good day.
I had just started high school, I was in the 9th grade. We were getting acquainted with our new teachers as they came to our class according to the class schedule. It was the 6th class on Monday. A man entered the classroom. He was wearing a red and black plaid shirt, gray jeans and black sneakers. Since the other teachers wore suits, I found this strange and wasn't sure if he was a teacher. After he turned on the smart board and introduced himself, I learned that he was our geography teacher. He started the lesson immediately without meeting us. I didn't like teachers who did that, but I couldn't take my eyes off him so I didn't have a chance to get grumpy. It was obvious from his tight shirt that he was well built. He was tall and muscular. But he wasn't overly muscular, which I didn't like. He was just right. The thing that caught my attention the most was his pants. I notice a man's legs the most. If that area is a bit full, then it's a done deal. This guy had it all. I could see the bulge in the front of his pants, not hard, but big enough to be noticeable. His eyes were the most beautiful blue I'd ever seen. His hair was blond and wavy. He wore black glasses. My favorite combination. I watched him all class, trying to hide the fact that I was watching him from him and from my classmates, trying to save the images in my brain so that I could jerk off when I got home, imagining him.
But back to reality, I agreed with the rest of the class that he wasn't a good lecturer. He spoke at a high level, as if we already knew what he was talking about. Even though it was hard for me to understand, there was another reason obviously, but I was getting through it anyway.
We had two hours of class a week and I looked forward to those two hours, even though I didn't really like geography. This went on for a couple of months. In the second semester, based on the reactions of the students, another teacher started coming to our geography classes. I was very upset. Our new teacher was an excellent teacher, I was very happy with him, but my mind was still on that man. I would go to him during breaks to ask questions, we would talk, I would try to make time to see him.
One day I found out that he had left school, and when I asked why, they told me he had gotten married. I didn't even know where he was going, there was no teacher he was friends with who I could ask. I wished I could see him again.
For a few years I missed him whenever I thought of him. Maybe I didn't realize it at the time, but I liked him.
This evening I went to the market to buy a few things. I put the items in the checkout and went ahead. I turned my head to the left trying to get the money out of my pocket. There he was. The man of my dreams was standing next to me. He hadn't changed at all. He still had the same hair, the same glasses. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, black jeans and slippers over his black socks. For some reason I was so embarrassed, I paid quickly so he wouldn't see me and left the store.
I was so happy to see him.
I just wanted to share this with you. Do you have a man like that in your life? Please share it with me. Thank you for reading. Have a good day.
