Chapter 461: How Did I Become a Teacher?

I’m glad I don’t need the pay or benefits.

The first part of the day was for the kids to get tours of the new school and grounds. They would then have an assembly after lunch. For the rest of the day, they went to each of their classrooms, gym, art, and extra-curricular activities they were doing. I did my new employee paperwork.

Since I didn’t care one bit about the money and had no need for any benefits, it was merely a formality. The money they would have paid me went into a fund to pay for scholarships, along with what the school had previously used for Chris, Vicky, and Ronny. I ensured that Cici and John were still good with everything they might need until graduation. After having a private conversation with the woman that worked in the front office, I added fifty-thousand to the school scholarship fund as an anonymous donor.

Putting money into their building fund would be over the top when I am already footing the bill to build the school anyway.

“Since you haven’t gotten your schedule yet, why don’t we take a walk as I show you where you will be working this year,” the private school dean said.

Once we were away from anyone listening in, he said, “You keep saving my ass, David. I don’t want to know what you learned about the old school grounds, but almost all the students and staff got very ill. Sadly, it caused some to have cancer. It is still early, but so far, the children’s cancers are those with close to one-hundred-percent cure rates. Surprisingly, your foster care complex reached out to each family to offer to treat the children for whatever their insurance company is willing to pay for the services. They won’t collect any co-pays or non-covered charges. Those without insurance won’t pay a dime. Because of the illnesses, we needed your help teaching some classes. It wasn’t just by chance that you would be teaching girl’s gym.”

Before he could say more, I saw Cici’s brother John bouncing on the balls of his feet. Three guys had him off in a corner, taunting and pushing him around. I didn’t need to hear what they were saying. It was something I remember happening a lot in middle school, but from how John was standing and the look in his eyes, I knew he had gotten fed up with their shit over all these years.

“Boys,” I shouted to make the three taunting John turn around quickly. “You four are coming with me to the gym so we can get this worked out now before someone gets hurt.”

Seeing the dean with me, they didn’t question me.

In the gym, I headed into the boy’s locker room. I found two dozen nude boys showering. They didn’t look happy having the four boys and two adults walk into the locker room right then. I didn’t care, other than telling one boy he needed to do a better washing job.

He has some shit on his dick and cum running out of his ass.

The dean saw that boy wasn’t the only one with that problem. With this still being during the boy’s lunch period, I was pretty sure they weren’t expecting anyone to walk in on them.

John and his three tormentors only glanced to see what the other boys had between their legs.

“Find yourself a jock, cup, and get into your gym clothes. We’re going to do something different,” I told them in a way that they weren’t going to question.

All four were nude, trying to figure out the size of a cup they needed, when the boys from the showers started coming into the locker room. One of the boys, who was unquestionably gay, went over to each one, took a good look at the four’s packages, and handed them each a cup.

He said, “Think you are a big boy all you want but putting on an extra-large when you need a medium is going to make you wish you didn’t have one on at all. They are there to protect your nuts, boys, not cause you to get racked up by banging all around inside. The only one in here who even needs an extra-large is Mr. Jones, but you can’t stuff seven inches of dick in any of those cups.”

“Oh, blow me, Frankie,” one of the three boys John cornered earlier said.

Frankie told him, “Sorry, but I don’t think that is why you are here right now, and I don’t want to get suspended. Talk to me after school, and maybe we can work something out. Your sister has complained all summer that she needs some dick for a guy that knows how to go the distance and not come up short.”

“He’s got you there,” one of the other three said.

“Frankie, get dressed before I decide to take you to meet some of my foster kids across the parking lot, building the other school buildings,” I told him as I looked him in the eye. “That goes for the rest of you about to be late for your first class.”

You all know what I mean, and I don’t want anyone to know that you are coming up short.

I soon had John and the other three in their gym clothes.

We headed over to the gymnastics part of the gym. It was where they had mats on the floor and walls. From the storage room, I got all four in full pads. Kids for the first-period gym class, the two boys’ gym teachers, and the one female gym teacher were coming in right then. They came over to see what was going on.

It is good that these are all the sixth, seventh, and eighth-grade gym classes here all at once. It will do better than I planned.

“Kids,” I said to get their attention. “For those who don’t know who I am, my name is David Jones. The school needed someone to fill in as a gym coach and foreign language teacher for a while. I will help out until they can hire my replacements. Kids in middle school are nasty to each other in every school everywhere. It is part of going through puberty. Sometimes things move beyond taunting, name-calling, and put-downs. They start to get physical. I don’t tolerate bullies, and some can only restrain themselves for so long. Fighting happens. While I happened to be visiting an aircraft carrier, I learned that they deal with it in two ways. One is like in school, putting those fighting in the brig. The other is to let them work out things on the mats. If I catch anyone getting bullied or who looks like they need to work things out by fighting, they will end up here like these four. Today will be the exception. They will have an audience because I want to make a point. For the most part, any other times I put kids in here to work out their issues, it will be a private matter. There will be exceptions, but those will be few.”

“John,” I said. “From what I observed, I believe you were about to demonstrate why these three boys needed to back off when you told them to leave you alone.”

He knocked some sense into those three bullies for someone who looks small and weak.

The three guys either stayed down on the mats or held their hands up and backed away. John hadn’t broken a sweat.

I walked into the room and asked, “Do you four need to continue your earlier hallway discussion?”

The three half-heartedly apologized to John for being dicks to him over the last few years. I sent the four off to shower and get dressed. I ensured they knew they would be in deep shit if they were late to their second-period class. While not best buds, the four were giving each other shit, but jokingly with no signs of it doing it hurtfully, they headed to see if they could get to their first-period class before it finished.

“I’m not sure that is something I would have allowed to happen,” the dean told me off to the side. “We won’t know the full fallout until tomorrow. Those boys can do no wrong in their parent’s eyes, no matter how poorly they behave.”

I laughed before I told him, “My martial arts training showed me that John was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he was getting ready to beat the living shit out of those three bullies. Those three won’t have any choice about answering their parent’s questions about what happened and why. They got their pride hurt instead of those boys having black eyes and teeth knocked out. It probably won’t work in all instances, but we will soon know what the parents think about it. You may not have noticed, but anyone who pulled out their phone had it taken away.”

He laughed and told me that I had the middle school girl’s gym class that needed me to ensure their gym uniforms fit, as did their sports bras. It was something that the people in the community knew I did expertly.

I headed down the stairs to the girl’s locker room. The female gym coach, Marissa Kimber, was waiting.

She pulled me into the office, pointed to some boxes, and said, “Those came in sometime this morning. I looked inside, and they held bras and panties, besides the gym shorts, shirts, and sweat pants that came in last week. The girls have the rest of this period and the next one here in the gym.”

I closed the door and had Marissa nude before she even knew what had happened. After blowing over her clit to take her over the edge, I started getting her dressed first for whatever caused her to stand there twitching because she was so horny. She only had a b-cup but wore a sports bra that couldn’t work as a crop-top t-shirt. Her panties were modest, discount store, generic-sized, plain white. I could see where she had started to wear holes in the back from having to pick them out of her butt regularly. She soaked the pair I gave her after I got her the sports bra that she needed. I pulled them back off to have a quick bit of finger food at the Y. Once she stopped making more orgasm energy, I got her a dry pair of panties. I topped off her gym coach uniform with shorts that hugged her body like a second skin but hid the panty lines with the design. The top did much the same for her chest. It was hard to tell if she had on a sports bra or not. A message via my implant said that was on purpose for the girl’s uniforms.”

Marissa reached down to find my dick resting limply against my left leg and then said, “Well, I was verifying if you could eat pussy like a rug-munching world champion or not. You did more with your fingers than any guy has managed to do with his dick, not that I’ve had a lot of dicks in me. Why don’t we let you take care of getting the girls their gym clothes? You had me naked before I even knew it. They should all be sitting in their panties, but I doubt some will have taken off their bras yet.”

I carried in the boxes and watched the girl’s reactions. Most freaked out about being naked when a male walked into the room. I ignored the response as I went to get the boxes to get underwear and uniforms for the girl nearest me. She had barely begun to get buds but wore a padded bra that made her chest look bigger. Her panties hadn’t been replaced since she put on a bit of baby fat and left marks from being too tight. She was raw between the legs around the leg holes from the elastic rubbing her.

I went to one of the boxes and got a bottle of liquid powder. I took the girl’s hand, squirted some in it, got her foot on the bench, and moved her fingers between her legs to get the liquid powder on that side. I did the same to the other side. Instead of a sports bra, I pulled her gym shirt on and then got her in her shorts. I had her new panties in place before the powder had finished drying.

I put a ten-pack of white panties in her correct size on top of her clothes, I threw the too-small ones away, and said, “I know you need a bra under your school shirt, but this shirt is tight enough to give you all the support you will need for a while yet. Don’t let me catch you wearing those too-small panties in gym class again, or you will go without panties for the rest of the day and wear loose shorts that don’t hide anything. You have ten pairs there with your clothes. They are the right size and won’t go up in your crack.”

Your smile in thanks is enough. Other girls here don’t have the money to keep them in new clothes and send them to this private school. I didn’t realize there was more than I expected from hearing their parents talk about their wealth.

I worked my way down the line in pretty much the same way. I did come to a girl who refused to undress in front of the others. She quickly learned that I could have her naked before she knew it. When I got to her bra, I found it stuffed with tissues. She had b-cups the size of softballs with long, fat nipples. She was also wearing what didn’t have enough material to be considered a thong. She started crying when I went over to drop the wads of tissues and “thong” in the trash.

“Girls, I may be a guy, but I’ve put more bras on girls and women of all sizes. The girl here who had her bra stuffed didn’t make her chest look more prominent, so don’t you dare think about teasing her. She had an issue with the material of the bra she was wearing. When it rubs over her nipples, it gets her turned on. If she didn’t put something between it and her, she would have problems with wet spots in her pants or skirt,” I explained. “This is something I must deal with regularly, and it is nothing to let embarrass you. I will get her what she needs to help her sensitivity to certain materials.”

I had the girl in a silk-lined sports bra with cotton panties. She rubbed the material around her nipples and happily smiled when they didn’t get hard or make her wet.

Moving from girl to girl, I found more going braless. One that wasn’t overly constrictive ended up bunched under their arms. Their chests and build were still too small to get a sports bra that wasn’t too tight.

Then I had a group that had to go commando.

“Girls, you are all built differently. The girls not wearing panties have issues with how they sweat that chafe and cause other problems. That is why they will be wearing biking pants that have a padded crotch but one that wicks moisture away better than panties. I’m not a girl, but biking shorts aren’t the most comfortable in the crotch when going commando for guys. I can only imagine they aren’t for girls either, which is why most of you aren’t getting them,” I told them as I went around, making sure the biking shorts I gave the girls weren’t so snug that I could count their pubic hairs or lack thereof.”

Marissa told the girls, “Time to go tease the boys. Run ten laps around the gym. You will see how fast you can shower, dress, and primp afterward. Even with three gym classes here simultaneously, there will still be free shower stalls. Each has soap, shampoo, and conditioner since many of you will forget to bring it from home or run out.”

The girls only had twenty minutes to run, shower, and get dressed back in their school uniform to go to their next class.

“That will be the fastest time they are likely to run laps all year. They must return to make themselves pretty again for the first day of school. I was skeptical when they said a male would be here as a gym coach for the girls and be allowed into the locker room. You were fantastic with them all. I knew about the nipple sensitivity issues and the girls that sweat like pigs between their legs,” Marissa told me. “I can’t believe none of the girls balked at you, putting liquid powder in their hands and having them rub it on the sides of their legs. You didn’t embarrass any of them, not even those who needed someone to call them out. It is the first time I’ve seen girls accept a guy saying they didn’t have enough chest to wear a sports bra. You put it better than that, but they all took you at your word. I don’t know where you learned that trick but helping them get their release while holding their gym panties or biking shorts was good timing.”

I smiled as I said, “I have no idea what you are talking about, Marissa. We both know that girls and women take a lot to get their motors running. As you said, I didn’t touch any of them inappropriately, not even if it would have been faster for me to get the powder on them than doing it themselves. If you think my helping them get the proper fitting underwear and gym clothes caused them to get off, then maybe I need to see about coaching them once they come up to the gym instead of coming down into the locker room.”

Yes, I know I have two mothers, three female teachers, and a school nurse right around the corner.

“Mr. Jones, David, please don’t think anything of the sort,” one of the women I knew was an incredibly uptight bible-thumper borderline religious-fanatic said as she came into the coach’s office holding a bag. “I am so embarrassed about forgetting that my daughter told me she needed new panties. She texted me when she went to lunch, and I rushed out, but I had no idea what size she needed now. I’ve been so busy with church.”

The other mother said, “My son called to say that my daughter had to come to the gym today to get the new uniforms. He said she didn’t know the girls were all getting sports bras this year as part of their uniform.”

“Thirty-six-B, in silk, with silk-lined cups, or spirit gum lined silk nipple covers. No numbing lotion won’t last the day, and her problem often worsens when it wears off. She has a silk camisole with a shelf bra that she can wear for the rest of the day. Go to the outlet mall with the underwear and bathing suit clearance stores. Tell them that David said she needs silk bras or silk-lined ones. They will know what she needs. You will be able to get seven for the price of what you would pay for one in the mall. Trust me. You want to get them at the outlet mall because she will be a thirty-six C by Christmas and a thirty-eight D by Spring Break. If you ask them nicely, I bet they have some silk pajamas, camisoles, and tanks. Get yourself the same style in a forty-two D,” I told her.

I pulled her off to the side and whispered, “I don’t do religion, but you will thank God as soon as you put on your new bra. You are not the sinful, lusty tramp you believe yourself to be. No amount of sitting in church praying to not always being horny will not solve your fabric sensitivity issues. I think you will have a new, happier outlook on life starting tomorrow morning. You and your daughter will not be fighting like cats and dogs as much either.”