"Patrick Chapel teaches high school science. Every night Ray, the custodian, cleans his room. Every night Mr. Chapel waits so he can admire the muscular young man as he does his job. And every night he goes home to fantasize about the amazing s*x they’d have.
What Mr. Chapel doesn’t know is that Ray has fantasies of his own. Each night the custodian hopes when he comes to clean one room in the B Hall, he will find a certain teacher there working on grading papers. After his work is done and the school is empty, Ray goes back Mr. Chapel’s room and, sitting in the teacher’s chair behind his desk, lets his mind play out a fantasy he hopes one day might come true.
But will it? Will the shy custodian ever feel the touch of the teacher he loves?"
Patrick Chapel sat behind his desk in his room in B Hall in the high school. He checked his watch. Right on schedule there was a knock on the door. “Come on in.” The custodian stuck his head around the door. “Excuse me, Mr. Chapel. ‘Zit okay if I do your room now?” “Sure come on in, Ray, just finishing up a few papers that need grading.” The young black man came in and began the task of cleaning Mr. Chapel’s classroom. Patrick Chapel never took his eyes off him. He watched the man move around with athletic grace; his well formed muscles rippled under his tight T-shirt. Every now and then Patrick tried to engage him in casual conversation. The young man usually just answered in monosyllables, apparently too shy to say more. Patrick admired the firm, round, full butt as Ray walked up