Teacher Crush

Part Two

By Eljay

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It was Saturday and John was excited about meeting up with Mr. Erb again. Earlier that day he had called Mr. Erb to make sure he was home. The phone call turned from a few minutes to an hour as they both had shot out a couple of knuckle babies. This was just a preview of what they were going to do later that afternoon.

Following the directions to the T, John turned onto Mr. Erb’s street. Big brick wrapped houses lined the sides with picture perfect auto show like cars filled the driveways. For a teacher, Mr. Erb was loaded. John wondered what Mr. Erb did on the side because he knew a teacher’s salary couldn’t afford all of that.

Mr. Erb’s house was at the end of the street. John pulled up into the long driveway that curved around to the front door. From the earlier phone call, Mr. Erb had told him that he lived with a roommate who was currently out of town. So when John saw another car there, he wondered if the roommate was back. As he stepped out of his car, he was immediately swarmed with the sound of the neighborhood: kids screaming and playing in the street; the faint melody of the ice cream truck as it approached from the distant; the buzzing sounds of someone cutting their grass a few houses down. It was your typical suburban scene.

As John approached the door he could hear laughter coming from the house. It sounded like Mr. Erb had company. John immediately checked his cell phone for the time. He thought maybe he had came a little early and wasn’t suppose to be there yet. He flicked on the cell phone’s backlight and it revealed that he indeed was actually a little late. He wondered who was in there and why they were here, especially if Mr. Erb knew that he was coming. He decided to just turn and go back to the car and call Mr. Erb to see what was up. But before he stepped off the porch, he heard the front door open and a cold rush of air hit his back.

“Hey John!…there you are,” he heard Mr. Erb’s voice. John turned around to see Mr. Erb standing there shirtless, with no shoes or socks. All he had on was some loose basketball shorts that were about to fall off his waist.

“H..h..hey,” John responded nervously. He slowly turned back around and walked toward the door.

“I was just about to call you. I thought maybe you went to the wrong house or just decided not to come,” Mr. Erb explained as he ushered John inside.

As he entered the foyer, John was amazed. The inside looked much bigger than the outside.

“I’m sorry for being late, I didn’t realize,” John stated.

“Don’t worry, as long as you are here,” Mr. Erb said as he put his arm around John’s shoulder. John immediately could smell Mr. Erb’s man odor. He could smell the soap still lingering on his body as if he had just taken a shower.

As they both step down into the living room, John noticed it looked like a typical bachelor pad. But instead