Love & Letters

Earning The A

I groaned as I walked into my American History classroom. This wasn't the normal groan I gave every day I walked into American History class my senior year in High School, oh no, this was a much more scornful groan. Why? Because unlike every other day I wasn't walking into my classroom during school, instead after school was out, and everyone was going home. I had to make up a test that I missed a week back during an absence of mine.

If there was one thing, I hated in school that year it was my American History teachers' tests, they were nearly impossible. But if there was one thing I liked in American History, it was Mr. Stanley, my American History teacher. At 28, and as a marine who served in the gulf war, Mr. Stanley was young (probably even younger looking then he was) and had a nice lean muscular body.

Now I don't consider myself gay by any means, but this guy was one hot stud, and as my teacher, and a marine, he was a big dirty fantasy for me. That still didn't help me feel any better about taking one of his damn tests, especially after school.

"Good afternoon Josh." He said in his professional voice. Another turn on about Mr. Stanley for me was that he always dressed in a full-dress shirt, tie, suit coat, and suit pants. I wasn't so pleasant with my reply.

"Yeah hi." I grumbled. I was the only one in the room to take the test, I walked up to his desk where he handed the test and the answer sheet. I took a seat in the first row and got to work. Well, for about 2 minutes before I realized as I skipped almost every question, that I didn't know any of them!

My grades were good all except for in American History, and this would only drag it further in the hole. I needed a good grade on this test, but there was just no chance in hell I could get it. I answered the few questions that I could, scribbled in some guesses, and with a total test taking time of 10 minutes I was done with what I could and got up and went to his desk.

Mr. Stanley was correcting papers, as I stepped up in front of his desk he didn't look up. "Do you have a question Josh?" He asked.

"No... I don't have a clue about this test Mr. Stanley, I'm done!" I replied disgusted.

"Done?!" He looked up shocked! "Well, that can't be good Josh." He replied

"Man Mr. Stanley is there something I can do for some points on this test!" I pleaded, knowing I was grasping at something that wasn't there. Mr. Stanley never gave extra credit.

"What do you mean Josh?! Extra Credit!?" He asked, as if what I had proposed was utterly ridiculous.

"Mr. Stanley, anything! I'll wash your car! I'll cut your grass for the rest of my life!" I begged.

"Anything Josh?" He probed.

"Anything!" I replied hastily.

He got up, and walked over to the door turning the lock, I hardly noticed any significance to it as he continued speaking. "All right Josh. Back in Desert Storm, when a guy needed something, they gave their ass up for it in return."

I was caught of guard by his sudden less professional attitude, and also at his statement. I wasn't quite sure I understood what he meant. "Excuse me Mr. Stanley? I'm not sure I underst-" I started

"You want me to help you out on this test Josh, then you help me out on something I've needed for a while now. That is, unless you want the grade you've earned on this test." He smugly replied.

Was I understanding my young hot bodied former U. S soldier of an American History teacher? Did he want to fuck me for an A on my test? If so, does he think it's actually some sort of punishment for me? It didn't take me long to decide, but I didn't make myself look to anxious.