The heat of youth is something you can feel from the front of the classroom—a raw, untamed energy that’s impossible to ignore. There’s a particular thrill in knowing exactly what you want and watching it come of age. Today, I’m not thinking about lesson plans. I’m thinking about the kind of education that happens after the bell rings… the kind where I’m not the one doing all the teaching. I can already imagine the feeling of a young, hard cock in my hand, the way a student’s body reacts to a teacher’s touch. The power exchange is the most intoxicating part—I can’t wait to be on my knees, tasting the proof of my own persuasion.