Mr. Wallace

Mr. Wallace. My English teacher at school. He was a dark complexed fat guy in his mid forties. By fat, I don’t mean that he was obese. No, he was far from that. By fat, I mean that he had a big round, but firm, belly. He had a big thick chest, thick arms and legs, and a beautiful chubby face, with the most adorable button nose. He had dark curly hair, a thick mustache, and he always seemed to have a five o’clock shadow. Something that I just assumed was common for guys who were hairier than just your average Joe. There were always hairs sticking up out of the neck of his shirt. His arms were hairy, which looked good against his dark skin. Even the backs of his hands and fingers were hairy. He always wore tight fitting clothes. With his shirt wrapped tightly around his big torso, I often fantasized about how that big manly chest and big firm round belly would look. Often times you could see his nipples poking at the inside of his shirt. He always were tight pants, and you could always see just wear his dick was. It wasn’t a very big bulge, but it was sexy as hell. I often sat in his class staring at him, with a big hard on in my pants. If only he knew.