Biology

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****Part Three****

"Mr. Henry?" Justin said uncertainly.

Today was the second day of the "tutoring" that he had scheduled with Mr. Henry. Just like Mr. Henry had told him, Justin again waited an hour after school was over, working on his math homework in the library and watching all the kids slowly leave.

The sports grounds for the school were half a mile away, so even the teams and atheletes had moved on, and the grounds were nearly deserted.

"Justin, yes," Mr. Henry said. He hadn't looked up yet.

"Um. My tutoring?" Justin said in a shaky voice.

He'd thought about not coming. He'd even thought about going to the principal, and...not snitching, but asking if he could change to a different class besides Mr. Henry's. Okay, so he'd obviously liked what had happened, the way Mr. Henry had touched him, made him come, but it was all messed up. He shouldn't be doing this with a teacher.

But then the other night, his homeroom teacher had left a message on the answering machine about how Justin needed to get his grades up so he wouldn't get left back. Justin's parents hadn't even heard -- they were at the kitchen table, arguing about bills -- but Justin had listened and started to get anxious. He really didn't want to miss being in the same grade as his friends. So he needed to get a better grade in Biology, no question.

So he'd made up his mind. If Mr. Henry tried anything, Justin was planning on refusing -- not being rude or anything, but saying, "I don't think we should do this," and backing away. Then he'd ask Mr. Henry for his real help in bio, real tutoring -- not whatever they had done the other day.

"Okay," Mr. Henry said, acknowledging Justin. "Head on back, because there's a stack of beakers I need you to clean -- wash and dry them carefully -- and then come back out, and we'll go over Chapter Six."

Justin gaped at Mr. Henry. "Wh-what?" he asked.

Mr. Henry glanced at him again. "Do you need instructions on the cleaning?"

"Um. No."

And so Justin had actually cleaned the lab glassware, and when he came out to tell Mr. Henry he was finished, Mr. Henry actually coached him through some of the tough stuff on evolution in Chapter Six.

The next time he showed up for tutoring, the same thing happened, and it happened again the third time. Mr. Henry would give him a chore, and then Justin would sit down and Mr. Henry would expain some of the concepts or problems Justin was trying to grasp in class.

It was...like real tutoring. And it was starting to make Justin think he was a little crazy.

Had he actually imagined the whole thing where Mr. Henry rubbed up against his ass, and had come in his pants? Made up the part where Mr. Henry got him on the lab table, and stroked his erection until he'd come? Was it all some kind of mixed up dream?

Justin was seriously thinking he should go to the school psychologist or something.

But then he knew that the first day, when he'd gotten home, that he'd done laundry to make sure his mom didn't notice that his clothes had, well, come on them. He'd remembered all the details. It had happened -- he knew that.

So what was up with Mr. Henry pretending like it had never taken place?

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Two weeks later, and Justin actually got a better than passing grade on the next Bio exam.

"Good job," Mr. Henry said as he put down the test. Justin stared. It was a solid B, definitely nothing to be ashamed of. And the questions and answers had made sense, for once, now that he understood more about the subject material.

"Are you coming to help out today?" Mr. Henry asked as Justin left the classroom with the other students.

"Yeah, after school," Justin answered him.

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"What do you want me to do today?" Justin inquired as he came into the classroom. Same deal -- he'd waited for an hour, watched other students take the bus, get picked up, or start to walk home, and then went to Mr. Henry's classroom.

"Well, you finished putting away those old textbooks yesterday," Mr. Henry mused. "And the test tubes are clean now that you did that the other day. I do want to get the materials for the next set of experiments set up, but we'll have to do that the next time, because I'm waiting for a shipment of samples." He leaned back in his chair, and tilted his head to the side. "So why don't you come over here, and get on my lap, Justin?"

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