After knocking on his office door twice, I finally heard a low grunt telling me to come in. The door was heavy as I walked through, letting it slam behind me, the room only half-lit. I hadn’t seen Mr. Smith in three years since I graduated high school, but I thought of him often. I always thought he was a good-looking teacher, but once in senior year he accidentally bumped into me and I felt his cock hard against my stoma...