I went to high school 40 years ago. My teachers were mostly male, and the handful of female teachers I had really weren’t worth looking at, let alone fantasizing over. You’d have had to pay me serious money to have sex with any of them.
Start your own thread for that, if you don’t mind.
Nope. We had a couple of younger female teachers who were perfectly average looking and who I didn’t get along with in a minor way. One youngish pretty long-term substitute from Morocco who I liked, but never really fantasized about. That’s about it.
Now my sixth grade teacher was hot :D. But I wasn’t that early of a bloomer.
It’s important to note that, while we boys may have been attracted to these teachers, that doesn’t mean that we had any idea of what it was like to be in any sort of serious relationship, sexual or otherwise. It was innocent lust.
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I’m a Doper just like everyone else, so - pics or I don’t believe you. 
Um… what?
I didn’t want a relationship with Ms. What’s-Her-Name (9th grade English) or Miss Don’t-Recall-Her-Name-Either, the French teacher. I just wanted to fuck them, and I knew what THAT was about.
It just now occurred to me that though I recall several of my teachers well, it’s not the hot ones.
True dat. Even the hot ones I remember mainly because they were such excellent teachers and brought a lot of enthusiasm and love to their teaching.
As a contrast, I had a really hot blue eyed teacher in college but he was such a jerk and an asshole that I never thought about him in any way after the first day except to think what a jerk he was. He taught organic chemistry and if you were even a little slow you were obviously stupid and couldn’t get it and might as well get out of his class.
Junior year Spanish teacher. Had all the qualities that usually make me go hubba hubba-cutepetitebrunettespunkyandabitditzy. Was only 23 years old. Our class teased the living heck out of her, but in a good natured way-she once got out her car keys to try to teach us the Spanish word for “here!”, and kept saying “Aqui! Aqui!” while pointing at them-the class was completely ROTF after that one, and she just sheepishly smiled when she realized the unintentional pun she had committed.
I went to Catholic school in the fifties and sixties. Almost all of the female teachers were older nuns. Of the rest, I can’t think of any that I could classify as attractive. The female teachers who were not nuns all seemed to look like Ralphie’s teacher in A Christmas Story
I went to school during the mini-skirt era. It’s wonder I learned anything at all. So yes, at least a half dozen teachers I would have given anything to sleep with. Of course, I would have had no idea what to do but was willing, even eager, to learn.
I went to a Catholic girls high school. We didn’t even have a male teacher until my junior or senior year, and he was grandpa-ish.
You do realize your former instructors can find the thread declaring your lust for them by simply googling their names?
- Pretty sure it’s been at most last names here, and if that, slightly generic last names
- The lust-worthy ones have always known that students have the hots for them
Teachers? Hell no! Student teachers? There were two (one junior year and one senior year) that every guy in class (and most of the girls) would have done in a heartbeat.
- The vast majority of the posters use pseudonyms for their screen names.
- And are long out of high school, so it’s not like there’s going to be an awkward confrontation in the hall on Monday morning.
There were a few teachers who were totally cool, but the only one who had any kind of sexy going on was also my former neighbor, my parents’ age, the father of one of Littlebro’s pseudobros (apartments building, 4 boys born in the same year), the husband of one of the 4th grade teachers (I’d been in the other half of the course)… a few months ago, I saw an older jogger and thought “damn, that guy sure looks good, for his age and for 20 years younger” and it turned out to be this teacher… but I wouldn’t have touched it with a ten foot pole, there were so many reasons not to that I never even considered it a possibility. Plus really, if he’d been sleazy enough to try something like that he would totally have lost his Cool Points.
We did have a female maths teacher in 10th grade who had clear and evident negative effects on the boys, but after an incident where we lost all respect for her it seemed to move from “ohmygawdahrrrrrghghghghgh” to “yeah, good tits, and? Don’t touch, the dumb could be contagious”.
OTOH, Littlebro’s 10th grade Spanish teacher (that was her first year teaching) is now a married woman in her early 40s with two kids, but still breaking hearts. Beautiful big busty blonde, nicer’n syrup on pancakes… and I do mean big: she’s over 6’ and built to scale. If you’re talking with a guy on the street and she goes by you have to rewind, he will have missed anything you were saying.
10th grade boys are worried about respect? And whether or not she’s dumb? I’m dubious.
I seriously wanted to have a crack at my journalism teacher. That, however, was a popular idea… my buddy had it, the other males in her classes almost certainly had it, and her husband clearly had it - she was knocked up. She was the only teacher I’d ever thought attractive until college. I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple classes where even if the lecture wasn’t holding my attention, I could at least* look* like I was interested. 
I have heard 10th grade boys say similar things, actually. That doesn’t mean they don’t think about hitting it, but they certainly do know when a girl is dumber than a box of rocks.
In my tenth-grade class, before the parents sent me to the Brothers, there was a girl whose name was Sean or Shawn or Shaun or some other spelling. Probably the non-Irish one. Anyway, she was quite beautiful but also a complete flipping idiot, and the consensus among the objectifying pigs that made up the boys in our class was that no matter how good she might look naked, or how skilled she might be in bed (not that any of us knew), she was still unfuckable because there was no way to avoid talking to her, and talking to her hurt.