The Age of Consent

"Where is everybody?" Mr. Phillips asked me. He was at my house for my 18th birthday party, which none of the people I invited, except for him, came to. Mr. Phillips was my high school yoga and gym teacher, and he was my favorite of all of my teachers. Mostly because he was drop-dead gorgeous. His recent tan left his skin a light bronze and his eyes were a lapiz lazuli blue with gold flecks on them. His teeth were pearly white and his cheekbones were perfectly sculpted. Besides his face, he was 6'2" with above average muscles and a well-rounded ass. His calves were as tough as stone and his abs and pecs as hard as cement. He sometimes let the other girls and boys in his class feel his biceps, and I knew for a fact they were able to lift 2 times his size. "Can I come in?"

I nodded nervously. I had a crush on him since freshmen year, when I peeked into his office and he was wearing short briefs that went halfway up his buttcheeks.

He took a seat on the couch and I took a seat next to him. We talked for a few hours, mainly about gym and yoga, then he stopped talking.

"Where are your parents?" He asked me.

"They said they'd leave me alone with my party until one o'clock." I responded. I looked at my phone's clock. It was two. He must've noticed my disappointment because he put his hand on my knee. I looked at his hand, which had started massaging my knee slowly. Then he took out a wrapped box from behind his back.

"Happy birthday." He said. It was a sunday, so I hadn't seen my friends, and my parents left the night before yesterday, so this was the only Happy Birthday I had gotten on my actual birthday.

I tore open the wrapping paper and opened the lid off the box. It was a silk black jockstrap with silk black trim.

"I thought when you opened it you could try it on for everyone or you could wear it during football." He told me. Nobody was here though. Just us. I smiled at him gratefully.

Then I stood up and went into the bathroom, and smiled at my pearly whites and dark brown eyes. I touched my tanned face and lips, then ran my fingers through my dark brown, slightly curly hair. Then I pulled off my flannel and my my jeans so I was in a deep violet v-neck that had a collar down to my chest. My boxer briefs were sky blue with neon pink trim. I felt my abs and chest through my shirt, which U proceeded to take off. I loved looking at myself in the mirror. Then I pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles and looked at the man meat in between my legs. It was 8 inches flaccid and as thick as a water bottle when erect. I stepped out of my boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around my dick, then fit it into the jockstrap, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Damien? What's up in there?" I heard from the other room. I realized I had been in there for thirty minutes and hadn't told him what I was doing. I left the bathroom in the jockstrap.

"Everything's fine." I told him. I walked out in front of him and turned around letting him look. Then I sat down. He whistled.

"Looks good." He told me. He put his hand on my knee again, and massaged it. I looked at his hand as it slowly moved up my leg. My gaze shifted from his hand to his face, and he was looking at me, grinning. "You're my favorite student, you know that?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, you're funny, kind, selfless, athletic, and very sexyy-" He stopped mid-sentence. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. The world melted away in my mind. It was only me and him. He started to unbutton his shirt, then I pulled back.

"Is this legal?" I asked.

"You're 18 now, it's the age of consent. Its legal now."

So we kissed again, and I thought I tasted alcohol on his breath. That's when we heard an engine in the driveway.

"It's my parents! Button up your shirt, I'll go put on pajamas." I told him. So I ran to the bathroom and grabbed my clothes, then I ran to my room and put on sweatpants. When I got out, Mr. Phillips was gone. So I turned off all the lights and got to my room. I went to bed, and shut my window, realizing it was the way my gym teacher left.

The next day I skipped school. I felt terrible. I had taken advantage of a drunk man who I knew I would see again. But the next day, I couldn't avoid skipping school, so I suffered through 4 periods of the day until yoga. I changed into my school sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then I went into the mini gym attached to the side of the whole gym. Mr. Phillips was there, and so were a few other boys and a whole room of girls. I walked up to Mr. Phillips.

"I um, missed school yesterday. Sorry, can I make it up?" I asked him.

He smiled his dazzling smile at me. "Of course, come back in here after school."