HISTORY 101
(Based
on true events)
There
was something about my high school history teacher. I couldn’t
keep my eyes off of him every time he was around. Mr. K was average
height but built thick with brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a bushy beard. All
of the girls in class liked him. I did it. There something
about him, the way that moved, that just oozed animal magnetism. He
usually wore a shirt and tie but on some days he would that shirt with
the little alligator on it. This was during the 80’s. The
shirt was a little tight and you could see his muscles move under it. Mr.
K never buttoned the shirt and you could chest hair popping out. He
loved to talk and would frequently go off on a tangent during class. He
would sometimes get lost in a train of thought and I would remind him. It
was like I could read his mind sometimes. Mr. K would thank me and
I would feel happiness swell up inside of me.
One time during
class he was on one of his famous tangents and was talking about the
advantage of bachelor living. He brought up the fact that
if he was in the shower and the phone rings, he could just go and answer
the phone and not worry about covering up. I just sat there in class,
thinking of Mr. K soaking wet standing there naked talking on the phone. I
not only got instantly hard but I shot a load in my pants right there and
then. Thank god, I always shot closer to the back of the class.
I had a few
more classes with Mr. K during my time in high school. In
my senior year, he took me under his wing and said I would make a great
teacher and I had a lot of potential. I got to work with him a lot
in my senior year but nothing ever happened other than he did a great job
being a mentor. I graduated with honors and he there at the ceremony
and gave me a big hug. I remember just melting in his big arms and
wishing it would last forever.
I saw him
a few times after high school, typically at the annual Thanksgiving Day
game. College wasn’t that great for me and I dropped out
after two year. I drifted around for a couple of years than a friend
of mine’s uncle got me on the top of the list to take the civil service
exam. I passed that with flying colors and got accepted into the
fire-fighting academy. I found my niche and it was great. The
work was hard but worth it and I found a sense of belonging. In the
firehouse, you’re not black or white, gay or straight; everyone in
the firehouse is a brother. That’s what I needed in my life.
Years later,
I stopped by the porn shop to pick up an issue of a bear magazine. My jaw almost dropped when I saw who was in there standing
in front of the gay magazines rack picking up the same issue as I was there
to get. I just stood there staring at Mr. K. He looked good
even though it was years since I saw him last. His hair and bear
had some gray streaks in them and he packed on a few extra pounds that
gave him a beer belly but he only looked better with it. I stood
there just staring at him. He looked up at me and it was his turn
for his jaw to hit the floor.
“Sean,” he said than he repeated it in question form, “Sean?”
“Hey, Mr. K! Long time no see.” He just there, blushing,
and put the magazine back in the rack, “If you don’t want that
issue, can I have it?”
He just looked
at me, “Are
you gay?”
“Yup,” I said rather proudly, “and
I take it you are too.”
He stood there
blushing so I decided to change the subject real quick. I
asked him how he was doing and if he was still teaching. He took
early retirement a few years ago but still worked as the athletic director
for the school system. We just stood there talking and catching up. He
still looked uncomfortable so I decided to go up and pay for the issue. I
saw him walk outside and I thought he left but when I walked out he was
standing there.
“Sorry,” he said, “It must be a generation-thing. I’m
just not comfortable talking in porn stores.”
“It’s okay,” I
tell him.
“Do you want to catch up some? It’s
been years since I saw you last, Sean.”
“That would be great,” I
tried not to sound too excited.
“You can follow me back to my house. I live close by. I
think I have a few beers in the fridge.”
I tired hard
not to jump up and down in excitement, “that would
be great.”
I followed
him back to his house and he did live close by. His house
was a nice single family on a quiet, dead end street. I followed him in
the house and he gave me a quick tour. It was very Spartan. Than
he lead me into the backyard where he a nice deck, a grill, and a hammock
hanging between two trees.
“Let me grab the beer,” he said, “I’ll
be right back.”
I just nodded. It was hot. I don’t know if it was hot
cause it was July or if it was hot because I was all excited. I looked
around and you couldn’t see the neighbor’s house from the backyard. It
was nice and quiet and the sun was setting. I hear him walking through
the screen door.
“Sorry but I only have light beer,” he taps on his gut, “I’m
trying to lose some weight.”
“Light
beer works for me.”
We stood there
and just talked. He asked me what I’ve been
doing and I told him my life story since leaving high school. Mr.
K was shocked I was a firefighter and not a teacher but I told him how
happy I was and how I actually loved my job and he was cool with it. He
told me his life story since I’ve seen him last. We just talked
on and on as the sun set and it started to get dark.
It was still hot a humid, a typical summer night in New England, and I
asked if he cared if I took off my shirt.
“Go ahead. It’s
fucking hot out here.”
I pulled off
my shirt and threw it on to the rail of the deck. We
talked about how I wasn’t the skinny, awkward kid he remembered anymore. I
was bigger than now. Firefighting is hard work and gave me nice,
big arms and shoulders. I didn’t have a six pack but I was
solid. I was also covered in hair, mostly on the chest and stomach
but as I got older it was spreading to my shoulders and down my back. My
hair was buzzed short and I had a nice thick mustache, that’s all
the regulations allow us to grow.
I know he
was checking me out. I could tell. The long silence
also gave it away. I looked over at him and there were beads of sweat
on his forehead and he was almost panting.
“You look like you’re about to overheat yourself,” I
said to him, “Why don’t you take off that shirt too?’
“No, No,” he repeats himself, “I don’t
look half as good as you do.”
“Come on, Mr. K,” I said to him, “I don’t
want to be the only one standing out here shirtless.”
He looks at
me for a second than takes a long swig of his beer than pulls off his
shirt. After years of dreaming, I finally saw the chest of
the man of my dreams. He was a lot more hairy than I was, borderline
furry, with a nice gut that hung over slightly the belt on his khakis. He
had a tanned, barrel-chest with big nipples. He was starting to go
gray.
We just looked
at each other for a while than cracked open more beers. We
stood there drinking and talking and checking each other from the corner
of our eyes. It was hot and we were making each other hot and I could
see sweating forming under all of his body hair and I could smell his scent
in the air. It was getting me more intoxicated than the beer was.
He placed
his hand on my shoulder, “I’m really proud at how
you turned out.”
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him on his
rough yet tender lips. The kiss lasted for a while than he pulled
back.
“Sean, I can’t. You’re
my student.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I haven’t been your student
in over six years and you’re not even a teacher anymore.”
I leaned over
and kissed him again. Mr. K started kissing back and
we wrapped our arms each other. I slipped my tongue into his mouth
and he sucked on tongue before pushing his tongue into my mouth. We
kissed for a while before I bit down on his bottom lip and pulled back. I
looked him and he was smiling and was started kissing again. Our
bodies were pressed together and I could feel our manhoods growing hard
against each other. My hands slipped down his hairy, strong back
to his nice, firm ass and I squeezed them. Mr. K started kissing my on
the side of my neck, down my chest, and started sucking on my nipple. My
hands found the belt buckle and undid it than unbuttoned his pants and
pulled down his zipper and started to pull down his pants.
“You’re
moving kind of fast, Sean.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve
wanted to see you naked.”
Mr. K just
smiled, “I don’t
want to get in the way of your fantasy come true.”
He lets me
strip off the rest of his clothes and shoes. I just stand
before him and his naked glory. He looks great for an older guy;
nice body, nice cock with low-hanging balls. I just stare at him
for a bit.
“I hope
you like what you are seeing.”
I step in
close to him, “I love what I am seeing.”
We start to
kiss again and my hand finds his balls and starts to massage them. I love holding another man by his balls and he must like it
too because he starts to groan. He pulls back with his hands on the
waist of my jeans.
“May
I?”
“Please,
go ahead.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve
wanted to see you naked too.”
I let him
undress me and soon we are holding each other completely naked and kissing
like madmen. I take firm hold of his hips and drop to
my knees and start to suck on his balls. He places his big hand on
my shoulder and rubs between my spines with his fingertips. His other
hand is twisting his nipple. I like him from the base of his cock
to the tip than swallow the head. He lets out a loud moan followed
by a groan. I tongue his sensitive head for a while and feel it swell
to full size in my mouth. I look up at him and his head is rolled
back in pleasure. I start to move my head up and down his shaft nice
and smooth and slow at first. I can taste his pre-cum. His
hand stays on my shoulder. I pick up the pace, pulling his hips to me to
get his whole cock into my mouth until I can smell his sweat in his pubic
hair.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” he
said over and over again, each time a little faster than the last.
I feel that
he’s
near the edge of losing it so I pull out and suck on his balls until
he calms down a little.
Mr. K looks
down at me, “You’re good, Sean, my son.”
He drops down
to his knees and we kiss for a while before he pushes me back onto the
deck than positions himself between my legs and starts to suck my cock.
With one hand he grips my balls and with the other hand he presses against
the space between my sack and ass. This combined
with his sucking feels fucking awesome and I grab my nipples and start
to twist them. This feels like heaven, it’s so fucking great. His
technique was awesome and I felt like I might lose it. He pulls out
and crawls over me until his face is at mine and I feel the weight of his
body on mine and we start to kiss. I love the feeling of his hard
on against mine.
“Have you ever had sex in the hammock?” He
asked me.
“No,” I
answered him.
“Oh
good.”
He led me
to the hammock and we kissed each other before I turned him around and
bent him over the hammock using it as support. I spread
his ass cheeks apart and spit into the hole than licked my finger before
jamming it into him. He lets out a gasp and takes a hold on to the hammock. I
spit onto my hand and push another finger into his ass.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” he
said over and over again.
He was really
enjoying it. I waited his ass muscles unclenched before
pushing in deeper and finding his prostate. As soon as I touched
it he let out a growl. I slowly milked it and dropped down to one
knee and started to stroke his cock. He was leaking pre-cum like
buckets. I used it as lube to get my other hand all slick than I
switched hands. He almost jumped when I rammed three fingers into
him. He was panting and moaning so much I’m afraid to touch
prostate again. I pulled out and he stood up and turned around.
He smiled
and looked down at his cock, “look at it, it’s been
a while since it was this big.”
“I’m
glad.”
We start to
kiss than he pushes me back on to the hammock and starts to suck my cock
again. Then I feel his fingers teasing my hole slowly
at first. I spread my legs further apart so he can have better access. He
slowly works his fingers into me as he sucks my cock. It felt great
having my cock sucked and being finger ass-fucked my Mr. K under the night
sky. He found my prostate and my head snapped back with pleasure. He
would bring me to the edge of orgasm than slow down than bring me back
to the edge of orgasm. He repeated this so many times I lost count. I
was so consumed by bliss that I didn’t hear him speaking to me.
“What?” I
asked him to repeat himself.
“Please don’t
tell me I have to get a condom.”
“I’m clean. I
was just tested a few months ago.”
“That’s
great.”
“How
about you?”
“I had a complete physical a year ago and I haven’t
had sex in three years.”
“Three
years?”
“It’s
not every day that I have a totally hot guy take interest me.”
“That’s a fucking shame, cause you’re
fucking hot.”
“Thank
you, Sean, for saying that.”
He climbs
on top of me and lines his ass up with my cock before pushing down on
it. I feel his ass open up and swallow my cock. His
hands find my nipples and start to twist them as he slowly moves up and
down on my cock. We start to sway on the hammock. He has such control.
I feel his ass open up as he goes down on my cock than clench as he goes
up. I just watch this beautiful, big man. Our eyes never break
contact from each other. He does this for a while as his sweat is
dripping down on to me.
“Roll
me over, my son, please.”
I do as he
asked. My cock stays up his ass the whole time. I
work his legs up onto my shoulders and lean into him. He reaches
up and takes holds of my nipples. I start to fuck his ass slowly
at first. As I pick as pace we start to sway faster on the hammock. He’s
moaning and I drive deep into him hard and lean over and we lock lips. I
can feel his cock oozing buckets of pre-cum between us. I pull back
and start to fuck his ass again.
“Oh,
yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,”
I fucked his
ass with long, hard, and fast strokes and Mr. K’s ass
loved every second of it. I felt his ass lock around my cock as he
shot a load between us. He arched his back backwards, snapped his
head back and let out a roar. He looked an animal. We were
both bears locked in primal passion. His cock was pressed against
my stomach and I felt his hot sperm shoot up along my body to my chest. It
was burning hot. I shot my load up his ass and my roar joined his
into the night sky. He reached and grabbed my nipples and used them
to pull me into an embrace and held me as my cock shot load after load
after load up his ass. I never have and never since shot some much
sperm in one orgasm.
We held on
to each other for a long time. I started to him snore
and noticed that he asleep. His snore was soft and rhythmic and soon
I was asleep. We woke up and it was sunrise and we were still holding
on to each other.
