About Learning Curve

by JJ Massa
16 pages / 3700 words
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Cable-repairman Kean is taking night classes, and he finds himself daydreaming about his hot professor, Richard. He's never really made it with a guy before, but for Richard he might make an exception. When Richard makes a pass, Kean decides that he can't resist, and he gives in to temptation. Will the bright light of day show him that he's made a terrible mistake?

Sample

“Mr. McDare, do you agree with Dante’s interpretation of the structure of hell?”

Shit, caught daydreaming at my age! “Uh, it’s all subjective, Professor,” I stuttered, sounding like an idiot.

The wide mouth quirked, revealing a small dimple on one side. I stared at it, fixated.

The professor sighed, nibbling at his full lower lip and shaking his head. I heard snorts and snickers all around me, but I ignored them. I was older than everyone else in the class and I couldn’t have cared less about what these kids thought.

The teacher? Well, him I cared about. Damn!

“Mr. McDare,” he murmured, “Stop by my office when you have a chance. Office hours are listed on your syllabus.”

With that, class ended and I got the hell out. Yeah, I should’ve stayed, tried to talk to him after class, but I just couldn’t face it right then. I’d come back the next day, or whenever the syllabus said I could.

Hell, after everything else, I just needed a drink. All I’d wanted was my degree. I thought I knew it all. Thirty-seven years old, I was sure I knew what I needed to know. Shit. How mistaken I was.

It wasn’t the material that was causing me trouble; it was the teacher. Don’t get me wrong; he wasn’t giving me a hard time, exactly. In fact, if anything, he was teaching me too much. You don’t think that’s a problem? He’d been teaching me things that were definitely not on the syllabus, and I was pretty sure he had no idea.

The first thing I learned, the minute I laid eyes on him, was that I’m not quite the raging heterosexual that I thought I was. I mean, come on. I may not be tough or anything, but how many queer cable guys do you know? I’ve been screwing women all of my life and getting screwed in return… just ask my ex-wife. Hell, she reamed me good.

Anyhow, the bottom line is, I took one look at my very cool and controlled literature teacher and wham! I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Objectively speaking, he’s not all that attractive. Um, okay, well, yes he is. To me, he is. He’s got this dark gold hair, a wide, serious mouth with that dimple on the left side…a full lower lip and his chin is a little pointed. And he’s not really very tall—certainly not muscular. I am, but he’s not.

His eyes are this light green color that just stops my brain. There’s just nothing I can do about it, either. Even a single glance at those eyes and that’s it.

Shit.