Story of my life (Ep. 2): Mr. French Class

I was thirteen, when I saw him. A handsome man came into the class. “Halo, my name is ***. I’m your French teacher”. I hated French. I knew nothing about French grammar, the spelling was a real disaster and the words couldn’t be pronounced properly if you had been learning German for five years. But it was really beautiful. Sorry, HE was really beautiful… or handsome, thanx Oxford’s Dictionary! 

I fell in love immediately. During the rest of our first lesson all I was thinking about was how to kiss him. How to touch him. How to fill his fingers on my skin.
And that caused the first problem in my school life. The first, but not the last. I was dreaming about him with my eyes widely opened and didn’t notice when the bell rang.

My classmates had been already outside the classroom, but I was still sitting at my desk. I couldn’t stir. I couldn’t stand up. I couldn't even breath! It was my first erection in the school! And what could I do with it?

‘Are you ok?’ he asked me.
‘Nope.’

‘Sorry?’ he looked worried. Maybe he thought that I was a local lunatic, because during the lesson he twice asked me something, but I didn’t respond.

‘Everything is fine. I… just want to sit here for a while. It’s not a problem, isn’t it?’

‘OK, you can sit here as long as you wish. But if you have problems with your erection don’t be ashamed of it. It’s normal in your age. And… I’m a man, I can understand you!’ he smiled and went out.

Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!