I’m an ex-high school teacher. When I taught, I was usually considered one of the cool teachers. Students would voluntarily hang around with me in the school yard.

My favorite day of the school year was the swimming carnival. There was no greater thrill than sneaking in a perve at the girls in their swimsuits. Hell, even some of the boys who wore their suits well earned a gaze.

Then sometimes the very students I was gawking at would come over and talk to me, or ask me to sit with them. Having these young scantily clad kids I’d been leering at seeking out my company made me feel like a major stud, even if I felt a bit guilty about it all.

I’ve moved on to another career now, and I still love going to the beach or pool to sneak a peek at the innocent but gorgeous swimsuit wearers. It doesn’t feel the same now that the kids don’t know me, or don’t have any reason to find me cool, and I often go home all despondent about that. But it still feels so good go gaze and dream.