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The Conservative Teacher
🕑 Added 2023-03-19 08:59:54 +0000 UTCHere's a new story that my awesome Patrons are getting early access to. I've always loved the idea of an incredibly attractive guy that is shy about his body and this story definitely ticks that box. What do you guys think?
Also, should this be a new series or stay as a one-off?
Duncan Klein had never felt comfortable with his appearance. Since he’d been a teenager, he’d always been incredibly self-conscious of his body. His confidence had never been particularly high in general, and his few friends thought he was mad when he said he wanted to become a high school teacher. But Duncan surprised everyone and quickly become Head of English at a private school in the English countryside.
Duncan had worked at the private school for nearly eight years and at the age of 32, he still had the same low level of comfort in his appearance that he’d had at school. He was often seen wearing baggy, ill-fitting suits or loose jeans and sweaters. He did his utmost to hide what was underneath, which was laughable given how his body looked.
At 6 foot tall, Duncan had broad shoulders, a slim waist, thick muscled legs, and an amazing bubble butt. He spent at least an hour a day in the gym or pool and loved his exercise, but his near perfect body was something he felt deeply embarrassed about. He loved the exercise, but hated getting any form of attention and the thought of someone seeing him naked was more than he could bear.
Despite his discomfort with his body, Duncan loved his job and was well respected by his student. He was a fun, passionate teacher and no one ever commented on the slightly sloppy attire that he wore. The rest of the faculty were equally unfazed by Duncan’s baggy suits and were often seeking his advice on how best to handle their classes.
However, there was one exception . . . Matt Owen was the Head of Sports and he detested Duncan with a passion that was utterly unfounded. Ever since he’d started at the school three years ago, he couldn’t explain what it was, but Duncan tapped a hidden rage in him. Duncan always did everything right and everyone adored him. Matt, on the other hand, was constantly in front of the Head for doing one thing or another that broke the rules and was often told to be more like Saint Duncan.
Matt had been single since university and spent most of his spare time working out and playing sports. On several occasions he’d bumped into Duncan in the school gym, but he’d never once seen him in the showers, which infuriated him. Matt was never understood why Mr Perfect worked out in his baggy clothes and then headed back to his cottage to shower.
All of the teachers lived on campus and Matt had tried on more than one occasion to see Duncan in something other than his baggy clothing, but no matter what time of day, he knocked on Duncan’s door, he was always covered, and Matt was adamant that he was hiding something.
‘Okay, silence please,’ Andrew Derby, the Head said as he called quiet to the faculty meeting. ‘As we approach the end of term, you all know that our Teacher of the Year will be doing the closing address to the students at next week’s assembly. I am delighted to say, that for the third year running, our winner is Duncan.’
The teachers all applauded and cheered as Duncan blushed and waved away their comments.
Matt, however, felt his cheeks heat with rage as his blood boiled in his veins. He was sure that he’d win Teacher of the Year after all of the hard work he’d put in with his classes and his various sport teams. He couldn’t believe that Saint Duncan was once again being awarded for being a scruffy waste of space.
‘We all look forward to hearing another wonderful closing address from you, Duncan.’
‘Thank you,’ Duncan said with a small smile.
The faculty meeting was closed, and Matt dashed out of the door after Duncan. ‘Congratulations on another win. I’m sure you’re really psyched to give another closing address.’
Duncan blushed. ‘I’m actually really uncomfortable talking in front of the whole school. It’s a great honour, but it’s a bit terrifying.’
‘Why keep doing it then?’ Matt said through clenched teeth.
‘The students and faculty voted for me so it’s the least I can do to say thank you, even if I don’t like doing it.’
‘You’re just so nice that way,’ Matt said with more sarcasm than was necessary.
Duncan frowned at the Matt’s tone and shook it off. ‘Have a good evening.’
‘Oh, I will,’ Matt said with a false smile. ‘You too.’
Matt watched Duncan walk away and headed back to his cottage, a plan springing to life in his mind. It was about time that Saint Duncan got taken down a peg or two.
It was a week later, and the last day of school had finally arrived. The students had gathered in the auditorium and the faculty were seated on the stage as the Head called Duncan to the stage to do his closing address.
Duncan felt sick at the thought of having to stand in front of the whole school again, but he knew it would be over soon and he really did want to thank the amazing students for voting for him again.
As it was the final assembly of the year, Duncan had attempted to make a bit of an effort with his outfit. Granted, it was still baggy so that he felt comfortable, but the suit was navy, he wore a white shirt and a scarlet tie with polished brown wingtip shoes.
With a deep breath, Duncan stood up and moved along the row of Department Heads, being as careful as always so that no one touched him. As he reached the end of the row, Matt Owen had shuffled his seat forward and Duncan flinched when Matt’s hand ran over the back his suit as he moved past.
‘I can’t believe another year has passed,’ Duncan said as he took his place at the podium; a chest height wooden contraption. ‘Firstly, I would just like to say how utterly astounded I am to have won Teacher of the Year again. It really means a great deal to me and . . . ‘
Duncan came to an abrupt halt when he felt a distinctive tug on the back of his trousers. He tried to shake it off and continue, but the tugging persisted. His cheeks reddened as the students and faculty gave him concerned looks.
‘It really means a great deal to me, and I’m honoured to receive this accolade for the third year.’
The tugging seemed to stop, and Duncan wondered if his overactive imagination was playing tricks on him as he continued with his closing address.
‘I’d like to close by wishing our seniors the best of luck for the future. I speak on behalf of the entire faculty when I say how utterly proud we are of all of you. Thank you.’
The students stood and applauded, and the faculty did the same as Duncan came out from behind the podium and bowed, but as he did, he heard the most sickening sound he’d ever heard in his life.
RRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!
Duncan bolted upright as some of the faculty started to chuckle and his hands flew to the back of his trousers where there was now an enormous hole from the waistband to the crotch.
How could this have happened? He was always so careful and reinforced the seams of all of his clothes. He was so cautious. He pulled the loose material together and tried to shuffle back to his seat, but the laughter from the faculty hadn’t gone unnoticed and the students were now watching and whispering, uncertain what the joke was.
Duncan’s shirt clung to him as sweat broke out all over his body. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
‘Is everything all right, sir?’ one of the senior’s called from the front row.
Duncan tried to smile and go back to his seat, but he could barely move. The utter embarrassment at ripping his trousers on stage and the thought that some of the faculty had seen his underwear had him rooted to the spot in terror.
‘Take off your jacket and wrap it around your waist,’ Matt said, appearing at Duncan’s side.
Duncan was grateful for the help and kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner, but as soon as he removed his jacket, he instantly regretted it. The combination of the sweat and the bright stage lights meant that his usual baggy, white shirt was now clinging to his muscular body and everyone in the auditorium could see it.
By now, Duncan’s face was the colour of a cherry tomato and he tried to put his jacket back on, but Matt quickly tossed it behind him.
‘Looks like someone isn’t enjoying their third closing address,’ Matt whispered in Duncan’s ear. ‘Too bad.’
Duncan felt physically sick and decided that the only way to get out of this was to run, but as soon as he took his first step, Matt grabbed the back of his ripped trousers and tugged. With an almighty rip, Duncan’s trousers burst open at the front and tore down the outer seams to his knees.
He cried out as the entire school burst out laughing at the sight of their muscled teacher in a pair of black silk boxers covered in red hearts.
Duncan tried to run but stumbled over the trousers bunched around his ankles and fell flat on his face. The laughter was deafening as Matt “tried to help” by yanking off Duncan’s shoes and the tattered remains of his trousers.
In desperation, Duncan just crawled across the stage, his firm, silk clad bubble butt bouncing as he did so.
‘Enough,’ yelled the Head Teacher as he took to the podium and tried to regain control. ‘I think we all owe Mr Klein and Mr Owen a round of applause for giving you a little taste of the upcoming faculty production this October. We’ll be doing a farce written by our own Mr Klein.’
Understanding dawned on the student body and applause and cheering thundered throughout the auditorium.
Matt was furious at the speedy way that the Head had saved Saint Duncan and he stormed off of the stage and into the wings.
‘Fucking Saint Duncan,’ he yelled once he was safely away from the stage.
Matt threw open the door and stormed down the corridor. He was utterly overwhelmed. He was happy that his plan to tug on the thread of Duncan’s trousers as he’d walked past had worked and that he’d been exposed. He was conflicted at how he’d felt seeing Duncan’s amazing body and he was furious that his reputation had been so quickly saved.
As Matt threw open the door to the changing rooms, he was shocked to see Duncan sat on one of the benches and as soon as he saw Matt, he jumped up and pulled his shirt tails down over the ample bulge in his silk boxer shorts.
‘Don’t worry,’ Matt spat. ‘Andrew came up with an excuse, and apparently, you’re writing a farce for the faculty production. You’re as perfect as ever.’
Hearing the hateful tone from Matt made something click in Duncan’s head.
‘You caused that, didn’t you?’
‘No shit, genius!’
Duncan looked like he’d been punched. ‘Why would you do that to me?’
‘Because you’re so fucking perfect and you deserved to be taken down a peg. I worked my arse off for that award, but no. Saint Duncan gets it again.’
‘You think I’m perfect and I stole your award, so you thought you’d completely humiliate me?’
Seeing the look on Duncan’s face made Matt instantly regret what he’d done. Duncan was mortified and devastated that someone could hate him so deeply and Matt suddenly wanted to make it better.
‘Look, I’m sorry, okay? It was a dick thing to do, but you just drive me insane.’
For the first time in his life, Duncan saw red, and he forgot that his shirt was see through and he was standing in front of another guy in his boxers.
‘I have never been so humiliated in my life and you think a simple apology will make up for it. Are you crazy? Stay the hell away from me, Matt.’
Duncan pushed past Matt and stormed back to his cottage, the rage making him blind to the fact that he was doing so in nothing but shirt and boxers.
As he slammed the front door of his cottage shut, he realised that he wanted something he’d never wanted before . . . revenge.
