A quick detour upstairs to fill the five minutes…

I decided to make one pitstop to fill up my time before Jimmy’s beck and call. I closed my locker and headed towards the stairs that led up to the second and third floors of the high school. Almost all senior level classes were on these upper floors, and some of the teachers would still be around getting ready to leave themselves as most stayed the after school 9th period for their own dedicated time of working.

Two lefts and a right and I was in front of my Chemistry teacher’s room. I knocked on the door, “Mr Daly?” I called out questioning if he is possibly in the classroom. Light was coming through the cracks of the door from inside but the shade over the window in his door was down so I could not peek in. I jiggled the doorknob to find it locked. Thinking he’s already left for the day I was hoping at least this detour of two flights of stairs helped to eat away at the time before I could see Jimmy again.

I turned on my heel to leave and made it a quarter of the way down the hall away from the room when I heard the door flung open behind me. “Chris? Chris is that you?” A voice followed.

I turned around to see Mr Daly standing in the doorframe, but something was off. On a typical day, Mr Daly wore rather slim slacks, or khakis, a fitted button down, and sometimes a tie. The overall look was always polished and pristine. I thought back to our earlier class I had almost completely blanked from my mind waiting for detention with Jimmy when I realized the Mr Daly then looked nothing like the Mr Daly now.

At first glance his tie was askew, and his shirt was tucked into his pants almost haphazardly. He also appeared to be… panting? His chest rose and fell a bit faster than normal, as if he was just catching his breath from running or exerting himself.

“Sorry” Mr Daly said filling the silence, “I was…” he stammered, “…rearranging some desks to see if a new layout would help with lesson focus...” I watched his chest continue to rise and fall. I had always noticed Mr Daly definitely took care of himself, but I never felt this sort of attraction before.

“Was there something you needed from me?” He continued. “Sorry I had the door locked, I assumed most of the students had already left for the day or were at their practices and late clubs”

“I was just going to ask some questions from todays lesson, but if you’re busy I could try tomorrow after class or during a free period” I turned to make my way back towards the stairs and leave when Mr Daly called out.

“It’s no worries, Chris, why don’t you come on in?” He opened the door wider and stepped aside to welcome me in. However, I noticed his stance was somewhat off. He was leaning in a way almost to conceal he had… an erection? That’s when it all finally made sense to me. I think I caught Mr Daly in the heat of a personal moment. My interest was now fully piqued as I glanced at his crotch with an all to knowing look, and then back at him. I could tell by the look on his face he knew I knew…