After Miss Manner's class, Jeff went to Mr. Pentup's class. Mr. Pentup was a nice middle-aged man, fairly good looking, though intensely internal and a bit shy. He was generally popular with students, though not one of those really popular teachers. Some students liked him a lot, but some others found him "weird."
When Mr. Pentup entered Jeff's class, he began in his usual businesslike fashion. Students appreciated his efficiency; he got to important points right away. As he spoke, his glance moved among the pool of faces, from side to side. As he met Jeff's visage, he liked the dark shadow of his face and lingered on it; Jeff obviously had a very thick beard. Mr. Pentup really liked the way his chin stubble accented his face. His glance moved away briefly to avoid staring, but quickly returned. He noticed that Jeff's neck too was filled with shaved hairs.
And then he got a full glimpse of Jeff's teasing torso. Mr. Pentup nervously turned away. His head rushed; he was light headed. He couldn't resist returning to Jeff's chest. Such a conspicuous dark wedge! And then he noticed too that dark strands were circling Jeff's forearms. His eyes followed down to Jeff's shorts, and he was mesmerized by Jeff's legs--lavishly matted in thick dark frizz. He turned away quickly. Subconsciously, he remembered that once in Mr. Pentup's student evaluations, a student had said that he was always looking at the guys' legs.
Mr.Pentup's eyes couldn't stay away from Jeff. He found the neatly swirled hair on Jeff's chest so incredibly beautiful. He longed to see him barechested, as it was clear that this was no isolated patch and certainly not a wisp. When hair is that thick and that high--all the way to the neck--it definitely signals a full hairy chest. Jeff's pecs would be fully carpeted, maybe even a bit shaggy. And a strong line would run down from his pecs and fan out on his belly, with a thicker dagger in the center that shot down to his shorts. But Mr. Pentup kept turning away too. He remembered that student evaluation. Most students knew him for his sense of decorum.
Jeff couldn't help but notice Mr. Pentup's attention. He liked that attention. And after class, he felt the need to go up to Pentup and ask a question. As Jeff approached him, Mr. Pentup felt very nervous, but also very gentle. He felt strangely submissive, filled with awe. He tried to look just at Jeff's face.