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Everyday is A Holiday - Chapter 4

The days of going to school were never better.
I counted the minutes from the time I arrived until I was in Mr. X's class.
I was attentive, my grades were amazing and I couldn't take my eyes or ears off of him.
His body was perfection to me.
The curves from his shoulder down to his chest, the arc of his very attractive belly down to his thick legs and nice ass.
His smile, his eyes, the hair on his arms and chest, he was so masculine and I could only imagine what I would do with him if his clothes were off.

Being that at this time I was still a virgin with limited exposure to sex I really didn't know what I would do, but I know I wanted to do something.
So I started seeking out adult content, finding things on Showtime, Cinemax and HBO.
Trying to avoid getting caught while learning about sex.
Imagine that, a 16 year old boy who had no idea on what to do with another person with their clothes off.

As an artist I started drawing pictures of him nude, although I had no idea what he looked like with this clothes off.
I would close my eyes and imagine how he would look bending over to pick things up, how he looked taking a shower, how the water flowed on his chest pushing the hair down onto his skin.
At this point I didn't know how to get access to adult materials like videos or magazines, so I just had to go with what I knew and what I had seen on TV.

I would write letters to him that I wanted to turn in with my homework for him to read and know how I felt, but I was too afraid.
I knew he had a life outside of school, I knew he had a family and a wife, but deep inside I hoped that he would be willing to just do something with me.
I'm just a guy right? Why not? Whats the worst thing that could happen, we would fall in love?

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