Thread: Breaking Fifty Hues of Gay (Charlie_Death x Shikokudarkstar)

Richard Hardy would continued to put away the offers to teach at the nearby college if it wasn't for the sudden shut down of the high school he had been employed at for the last 29 years. Although the pay wasn't much, he was there long enough to be on the top end of the salary ladder. Hell, he got paid even more because he had also gotten his Ed. S. with the aspiration of being in charge of an entire school and all curriculum but hadn't anticipating in falling in love with teaching Advanced Placement Physics a course that had not only graduation requirement for high school but had college credit as it essentially was a college course. The unfortunately shut down of the high school he taught at lead him to finally accept the college's offer to teach their physics courses. No more holding back on teaching. For being a few months shy of 55, Rick as most of the faculty know him as, was not in terrible shape. Sure he may have put on a few more pounds than he used to have when he was younger, his once muscular body finally was giving out mostly due to stress in working around the tightening budget of the school system but he was still strong and fairly healthy. At least that's what he likes to tell people but he constantly hears his doctors bitch him down for his cholesterol intake and the irritation of needing glasses that seemed to get thicker and more inconvenient every year. Seeing a new lay of fat starting to cover his stomach helps block out the constant jokes from his lifetime best friend who has tended nearly every swingers party and munch he attended on how he could have been the great porn star Dick Hardy. Hardy ha ha, nearly 40 years later that joke still hasn't gotten old but his overly active sex life never did give it a chance. He was free, or relatively free since his wife of 16 years divorced him a year for a 33 year old body builder. He didn't blame her, he went for the younger ones as well and it was his fault for not being very discriminant in bed. Apparently it was her finding out of his affair with some former drag queen turned transsexual that broke the deal to their long time open marriage. He couldn't help it, he she whatever that person was had a nice ass, he couldn't pass that up. Although the unfortunate thing was that he for the first time in his life was trudging through his first dry spell. No one has truly sparked his interest sexually where he couldn't help himself, call it sudden depression over the ending of his marriage call it having a taste of every kink and gender under the sun, call it what you want, he wasn't liking where it was going. His new job at the college was certainly keeping him busy and mind distracted from that unfortunate thought. He got to see a lot of interesting young and attractive people but now that he was starting to feel his age as he took the recommended medication he just didn't feel interested or that he had a chance. That and they were his students, there was policy against that. He tossed his meds and a few vitamins in his mouth and took a swig from the water bottle he always keeps on hand as he walked the hall to his classroom. His computer bag and course plans strapped over his shoulder in the same black leather that he was accustomed to wearing at night. He looked as conservative and up tight as any professor in his khakis, blue button up and sweater or someone's grandfather that his greying hair suggested. Something he actually feared since his daughter inherited his libido and affinity for BDSM. Rick had to made a sudden side step to a group of men rushing past him away from some kind of scene unfolding. He may be getting over the hill but his hearing was still great thanks to the wonderful invention of ball gags and managed to pick out something about STDs and a threat against a girl. Feeling his inner Dom kick in and wanting to put down the lesser male and a rather attractive and athletic one at that, he made quick composed strides to the arguing couple. He grabbed the blond by his shoulder in a tight grip and halted him from chasing the retreating woman. He spun him around and gave him a piercing gaze that never failed to crumble even the most headstrong and resistant of submissives and the occasional Domme. You do not speak to a woman, or anyone else like that. Do you understand me? Rick spoke in his strict Master voice, a low and intimidating tone that was usually used behind closed doors. I will have you on academic suspension if I catch you again. He let go of him and just before he walked off he added one final sentence. I expect you to sit in the front row today, Mr. Maran. Without further hesitation or any attention to the jock Rick followed after the retreating girl, whom apparently slowed down further up. He had to apologize for the boy's inappropriate behaviour, it was the least he could do. After all, Maran better be glad that whoever this was wasn't his daughter because he would have him on the St. Andrew's cross upside down being flogged in a heartbeat. To hell with his teaching position, there was more than one way to teach lessons without powerpoint and white boards. He called out to the girl and walked up to her. I over heard what he said. If he says anything like that again, notify me and he'll be suspended. He paused for a moment to adjust his glasses. There was something familiar about this girl, that he has seen her before. Sure he has seen thousands of teens through his years of teaching but there was something memorable about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And just as he was thinking that he noticed the adam's apple and the masculine jaw line. 'A cross dresser,' he thought to himself and a name came to mind, a student that even he nearly risked his high school career to pursue. Kaine? He spoke in more of a disbelief than shock, a small smile sprouting on his face. 'I never pinned him as the type, maybe I am getting old.'