It was a fairly typical class. Some cared; a lot didn't, but at least his turns of phrase and hand gestures got their attention.
He wasn't dressed like most teachers, just in slacks and a button-down short sleeved shirt. But then he was younger than most teachers, and always figured that he looked like he'd raided his dad's closet whenever he wore a suit.
But there was one boy in his class who certainly wasn't innocent, although he had the look of some sort of angel. Or perhaps a particularly handsome devil; DJ found himself looking over at the young man, and almost jealously admiring his boyish good looks.
Justin smirked as he leaned over to his class mate, a hand brushing over the others leg as he looked directly at the teacher. It was clear his hand was doing something that wasn't school work. He whispered something in his classmates ear and leaned back. Biting his lip slightly as he looked at the teacher.
Fortunately there was only another five minutes of the torture, and the bell rang for the end of class - and the end of the day. Admonishing everyone to do the homework, and gesturing where it was written on the board, he ignored the student's groans with a cheery grin of his own in response, and moved to his desk where he could start to pack up his satchel.
Justin waited till the rest of the class filed out and moved over to the desk with a light grin. "So...I was wondering if you help me with something" he said with a grin. His eyes running over that lovely body of his teachers.
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He wasn't dressed like most teachers, just in slacks and a button-down short sleeved shirt. But then he was younger than most teachers, and always figured that he looked like he'd raided his dad's closet whenever he wore a suit.
But there was one boy in his class who certainly wasn't innocent, although he had the look of some sort of angel. Or perhaps a particularly handsome devil; DJ found himself looking over at the young man, and almost jealously admiring his boyish good looks.
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