Henry VIII
A teacher becomes obsessed with a student.
Written by Connor
Mr Houlston had heard them talking about Nick’s play in the staffroom that afternoon. Nick was his favourite student, a cheeky character with an irresistible grin. Mr Houlston liked lots of his students; he wasn’t one of those teachers who saw them all as irritants. He’d had fleeting crushes on students when he was a younger teacher, but he was past that now. He was a happily married man in his 50s with a wife he was still very much in love with and these 17 and 18-year-old youngsters were from a different world. That said, he still noticed when someone as charismatic as Nick flashed him a smile.
Mr Houlston was a maths teacher and he didn’t really care much about the theatre, but he was good friends with the drama teacher Mr Kitt and had been to a few plays with him before and they’d had a good time, so when Mr Kitt suggested going to see Nick in Henry VIII on opening night at the small theatre by Waterloo, he agreed.
The gossip in the staffroom had been that the play was raunchy, but Mr Houlston wasn’t ready for scene just before the interval when Nick stripped completely naked on stage and spent 5 minutes walking from one side of the stage where Catherine of Aragon was in bed to the other side, where Anne Boleyn was in her bed. Both women were also naked, but Mr Houlston only had eyes for Nick.
His skin was perfect. It was like he’d been designed in a lab – tanned, with no spots, no light patches, no dark patches, no scars or marks. It caught the stage lights and shone. He was literally angelic.
Mr Houlston’s chest grew hot. Was he having a heart attack? He was hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a spontaneous erection in public.
Nick’s penis was beautiful, thick and hanging slightly to the left. His pubes were blondish brown and clearly well-groomed. He was entirely at ease with his nudity. His body language was completely open. He was standing so straight and when he walked, it was with confident strides. There was barely a second in the whole five-minute scene where his penis was hidden. It was so clearly present. The theatre was so silent for the naked scene, and Mr Houlston couldn’t take his eyes off the penis. He’d found men vaguely attractive at different times in the past, but he’d never felt this way about a penis before. He needed it.
The curtain came down for the interval. Mr Houlston felt so turned on he was almost physically sick. Mr Kitt asked if he wanted a glass of white wine and he gained consciousness long enough to say yes. He told Mr Kitt he would go to the loo while he was at the bar.
The queue for the toilet was torture. Why did his nipples feel so hot? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Nick’s thick penis? As soon as he was in the cubicle, he started wanking. It was so urgent it barely felt pleasurable. His mind went all over the place as he wanked. He imagined Nick’s penis on his lips. He imagined Nick’s penis in his hair. He imagined being on stage with Nick, in Catherine of Aragon’s bed, begging for him. He came so fast, he surprised himself and had to use toilet paper to get the cum off his tie.
He was still feeling disturbed when he rejoined Mr Kitt, but at least he was able to have a conversation. Mr Kitt was gay, but he seemed entirely unbothered by Nick’s penis. He just said that he’d never seen a student naked before, before moving on to a critique of the more cringeworthy parts of the script.
There was no more full-frontal nudity from Nick in the play. There was a scene where Anne Boleyn was naked, but it didn’t have the effect that Nick’s nudity had had. Mr Houlston continued holding his breath in case Nick got naked again.
What was going on? Nick was his student. He was male. He was eighteen. Mr Houlston couldn’t focus. He missed his stop on the Tube on the way home and woke up his wife as he stumbled into the house at midnight. He’d only had a few glasses of wine but he felt like he was buzzing on ecstasy. He didn’t sleep. He kept thinking about Nick.
The next morning, his chest was still tight. This wasn’t just going away. Nick had a test in maths class that day. Thank God. Mr Houlston wouldn’t have been able to actually speak to him. As they worked on their test, he tried to remind himself to watch all the students, but his eyes kept sliding back to Nick. He was wearing a shirt with a loose collar and Mr Houlston looked down it and could see a little of Nick’s chest peeking back at him.
Mr Houlston usually marked homework while students did a test, but today, he was too occupied with Nick. He thought about the hair that started at Nick’s belly button and the happy trail down to his fat penis. He thought about Nick’s thighs and what they would feel like around his neck. He imagined Nick shaking his penis after a piss.
Mr Houlston had never felt like this before. He knew one thing for certain. He needed to see Nick’s penis again.
That night, he got another ticket for the play. This time he was alone. He was hard before the play even started. He had been worried that other students or teachers would be there and would see him coming to this play alone, but when he was actually in his seat, he didn’t care. All he cared about was the penis.
Nick was even more beautiful tonight. Mr Houlston sweated and moved around in his seat uncomfortably. Surely this feeling in his chest was bad for him? As Nick crossed the stage, his thick penis bounced a bit more than it had the previous night.
Mr Houlston thought about how Nick’s penis must feel to touch. He thought about how it must taste. He thought about the smell. He imagined it hard. He imagined it in his mouth, he imagined it in his arsehole.
He left the theatre in a hurry during the interval. He needed air. How could he deal with this feeling?
Everyone knew there was a gay sauna just around the corner from Waterloo. Mr Houlston felt driven by an external force as he paid his fee and made his way to the locker room. He stripped off and put on a towel to cover his erection.
He saw a man in the showers who didn’t look anything like Nick, but he had a big penis. Maybe this was what he needed. He made his way over to the man. “I’ve never been with a man. I need to suck a big penis tonight.” He knelt down.
The man didn’t smell like he imagined Nick did. His skin wasn’t as tanned or as young. His penis wasn’t as bouncy.
But relief washed over Mr Houlston as the man’s penis pummelled the back of his throat. This was exactly what he needed. He wanked as he sucked, coming all over the floor as the man grabbed his head.
The man said thanks after he came and walked away.
Mr Houlston looked down at the small pool of his own cum on the floor of the showers. He whispered to himself, “Thank you, Nick.”
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Obsession". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
Gareth Johnson