Daniel & His Old Schoolteacher E-Book

Robbie Webb

• Herausgeber: Robbie Webb
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Daniel was a pain in the arse at school, forever fooling around in class. He used to drive his teacher crazy. Two years later he meets his old teacher in a pub in town. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

Leseprobe

DANIEL & HIS OLD SCHOOLTEACHER

Robbie Webb

© 2019 Robbie Webb

First Edition

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Adapted from a story from the book WOT I GOT UP TO WIV PEOPLE I SHOULDNN’T HAVE BEEN WIV

I’m A Wanker lyrics by Ivor Biggun

This story is not attributed to the cover model. The cover is an illustration for viewing only and there is no association with the model and the story.

All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

Daniel was a right bastard at school. He was a pain in the arse. Forever fooling around in class he was. Always sat at the back, disrupting the rest of the class. Always getting other pupils into trouble. He used to drive his form teacher Mr Wilkinson crazy. They get away with murder at school these days, the kids. Lay a hand on the pupils and the parents will have them. Frightened to even raise their voice anymore, the teachers just sit there and suffer whilst pupils like Daniel wreak havoc in the classroom.

Two years after leaving school Daniel bumped into his old teacher in The Red Lion pub in town. Daniel was a bit pissed. Mr Wilkinson asked him how he was doing and what he was doing with his life, the usual things teachers ask their old pupils when they bump into them.

“So have you got a job then?” Mr Wilkinson asked.

“Have I fuck, Sir,” Daniel said.

Sir gave a tut.

To be fair, Sir wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He did actually tell Daniel at school that he would make nothing of his life. So much for encouragement and all that.

“So what do you do all day then?” Sir asked.

“I wank, Sir,” Daniel replied. “I wank, I wank some more, and then I wank some more.”

“Well at least you’re calling me Sir. Something you didn’t do at school.”

“I was a right bastard at school, wasn’t I, Sir?”

“You can say that again.”

“You should have caned me.”

“We’re not allowed to.”

“I know. But I deserved it. I deserved to be punched.”

“You would have punched me back, you would.”

Daniel laughed.

“I wasn’t that bad, Sir.”

“You were one of the worst pupils I have ever had the displeasure of teaching.”

“Oh, Sir. You’re making me feel bad now.”

“Yes, well you made me feel bad for five years.”

“Sir, stop it. You’re making me feel really bad. But you’re right though, Sir. I was a cunt. Sorry for swearing, Sir.”

“You’re right; you were a cunt.”

“Sir!”

Daniel was proper shocked. He nearly dropped his pint.

“I can’t believe you just said that, Sir. Teachers don’t swear.”

“You’d make a saint swear, you would.”

They were both standing at the bar.

“Come and sit down, Sir. I want to reminisce about school days.”

Daniel staggered away from the bar, pulling his old teacher with him.

“You’re spilling half of that drink,” Sir said, allowing his old pupil to take him to one of the tables.

“That’s better,” Daniel said, plonking himself down at the table in the corner.

Mr Wilkinson sat down across the table.

“I don’t remember drinking all that,” Daniel said, looking at his pint glass.

“You spilt it.”

“Is it half empty or half full? I never know which one you’re supposed to say.”

“It’s half empty if you’re a pessimist.”

“I’m not. You are. You’re swaying back and to.”

“So what have you done since you left school then?”

“Nothing.”

“You must have done something. Have you never had a job then?”

“Warehouse work, that’s all.”

“What did I tell you?”

“Yeah I know. I should have paid attention during lessons.”

“It’s not too late.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can go to college, do a few GCSE courses. You’re a bright lad, Daniel, when you put your mind to it.”

“I know I am. I’m not thick.”

“You’re not. You just couldn’t be arsed to learn.”

“Can I let you into a secret, Sir? I thought you were all right really. You were a good teacher you were, Sir. I’m sorry for being a cunt, Sir.”

“Yes, well like I said, it’s not too late for you to change your ways. Get yourself down to the college and enroll for a few courses, otherwise you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Get yourself some qualifications. I know you’ve got it in you, Daniel. You’re a smart lad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I was at school?”

“Because you wouldn’t listen.”

“Anyway, I don’t mind not having a job. Gives me more time to wank.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“I don’t get brewer’s droop, Sir. Do you?”

“Daniel!”

“I’m only asking a question. I love wanking I do, Sir.”

“Have you not got yourself a girlfriend then?”

“Nah. Too busy wanking.”

Sir gave a tut.

“You’re obsessed with it.”

“I know I am. I love it. I love wanking I do. You never got married you, did you, Sir? Oh sorry, Sir. Am I being too personal? Sorry, Sir. No but, Sir, some of the boys at school, right, they said you were queer, Sir.”

“Daniel, drink your lager.”

“I didn’t, Sir. Say that you were queer. But a lot of the boys did. And some of the other teachers. I couldn’t give a fuck whether you were straight, gay or bifocal…not bifocal…bisexual. It’s nothing do with me Sir. None of my business. I’m not arsed me, Sir. Each to their own and all that. Do you remember Miss Lowe, Sir?”

“The geography teacher?”

“She had a great big pair of tits on her she did, Sir.”

“Daniel!”

“You shouldn’t be allowed to teach when your tits are that big. How are we supposed to concentrate on our work when the teacher’s got big tits? It’s not on that, Sir.”

“I didn’t have big tits so what was your excuse for not concentrating on your work when I was teaching you, eh?”

Daniel laughed.

“Nice one, Sir. You got me there, Sir. No but listen. Mrs Lowe’s big tits…”

“Stop talking about Mrs Lowe’s big tits.”

“I bet you talked about ‘em in the staff room with the other teachers.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Yeah well, I don’t suppose you did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t suppose you would have noticed ‘em.”

“What do you mean? You couldn’t miss ‘em. They entered the room five minutes before she did. Did you ever wonder why she had little feet? Because nothing grows in the shade, that’s why.”

Daniel laughed.

“Fist bump, Sir!”

Daniel raised his fist.

Sir gave a tut.

Daniel put his fist down.

“But what I’m saying, Sir, is…ok, you may have noticed ‘em but they didn’t get you horny, did they, Sir?”

“Daniel, this isn’t appropriate, talking about Mrs Lowe’s big tits.”

“You are gay, aren’t you, Sir?”

Mr Wilkinson didn’t say anything.

Daniel noticed that his old teacher was blushing.

Daniel smiled.

“I knew you were gay at school, Sir. But like I said, none of my business. Hey, Sir. Listen…you don’t need a woman, Sir. Not when you’ve got this.”

He held up his right hand.

“You know what I’m saying, Sir?”

Daniel gave Sir the wanker’s sign.

“Daniel! Stop that at once! Do you hear?”

Daniel laughed.

“I thought I was back at school then for a moment.”

Mr Wilkinson tried to change the subject but Daniel brought it back to his favourite subject.

“Wanking’s good for you,” he said.

Sir gave gave a big sigh.

“You’re obsessed with it.”

“I know I am. I’m a wanker, Sir.”

Daniel stood up and started singing.

I’m a wanker

I’m a wanker

And it does me good like it bloody well should

Mr Wilkinson got a bit embarrassed and pulled him back down.

“Ivor Biggun, Sir,” Daniel said.

“So have I.”

“No, I mean…have you, Sir?”

Daniel gave a loud wolf whistle.