After an hour or two we could have a drink to loosen us up, and he could have another and a few more and we could end up on my bed kissing furiously, him fumbling around the waistband of my Ralph Lauren boxers, ranting about how this normally doesn’t happen with students, and I’d be telling him to shut up and forcing his head slowly down onto my swollen cock. He could spend Sundays at my place or something and help me with my Classical Studies work. I wasn’t sure if he swung, but I was hoping like hell. I was thinking about seeing him after class asking him for extra tuition or something like that, just so I could spend more time with him. He was in his mid twenties, muscular, cute, and had an ass which gave rise to sticky sheets every night. So I was sitting in class, day dreaming about my teacher. It all started when I discovered time travel… And ever since I’ve been having lots of fun with it.
I learned how to use it properly from a very young age. You know magic right? No, not the easter bunny, or the tooth fairy, or Santa, like real magic, when you and your best friend feel the same thing at exactly the same time, or when you didn’t study for finals and your whole classroom burns down for no reason at all, that kind of magic? Well it’s real. Anyway, I thought I’d let the rest of you in on a little secret… But shhhh. And why should there be? After all, I was the best person in the whole world.
