Life wasn't easy being an openly gay senior.

The teasing from idiot jocks and homophobic classmates was bearable, but nobody really seamed to like you. Being the only gay kid at school also meant no one else was into you, well at least not that you knew of.

You weren't much of a pretty boy, most would say you were pretty average looking. Standing 5'8 with combed over brown hair, pale skin and glasses. You weren't ugly, you just weren't anything special. Luckily, the boys at this school were nothing special, and you had eyes for your teacher anyway. Two actually.

You've always had a massive crush on your gym teacher, Patrick McKinnon, and it's easy to see why. He was short, at only 5'9, but he was built like a fucking tank. He was built of muscle, a very fit man. Not freakishly large like a body builder, but large nonetheless. His black hair was always spiked up, he only seemed to wear tight shirts that showed of his massive pecks and his facials features were rugged and defined and just like like his body, they screamed sexy. You'd give anything to fuck him.

The other teacher was Mr. Redmond, the other gym teacher and he was just one scary motherfucker. Standing 6'5 Mr. Redmond was also one large fellow. He was built like a typical football wide recover, an amazing physical specimen. His dark skin turned you on and his massive muscles never failed to keep you in awe. However, unlike Mr. McKinnon, he was a massive tool. Always yelling and berating his students, he just didn't give a fuck. He terrified you, but more than once had you jacked off thinking of him holding you down and fucking you hard.

One day after class you get a call, someone wanted to see you in the gym office at lunch.