I always had a crush in my English teacher Mr. Carter. I always wonder what it would be like to fuck him. O by the way I'm Rick and I am 5'8, a junior in high school, 18, and have a 9" penis(which I jerk off every night). I always had sex with girls but one day when my friend and me were playing around and just ending up having sex. Then I realized I was gay. Any way I had such I...
I had been a high school teacher for several years, and on many occasions I had found gym bags left in my classroom at the end of the day. I would always lock my door and move away from where anyone might see me. Then I would open the bag and hope that I would find a jockstrap or underpants from one of my male students. More than once I struck it rich. I would lock the bag in my...
That night I was very horny. I kept thinking about Mr. Kloke, and how much I wanted to return the favor of a good blowjob. Like I said, he lived a couple of blocks away, and I was deciding to go over. I was in a pair of boxers and a tee, so thinking a summer night its nothing new, I left my house quietly and walked he two blocks barefoot. His building was having construction,...
The first time I saw Mr. Bassford at summer school I knew I wanted to fuck him. He was 25, fresh out of college, tall and very handsome. He was also the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and he knew it. After a summer of staring at him, In an effort to get to know him better, in my senior year, I became the manager for the girls basketball team which he coached. Since our...
His name was Mr. Kloke. He was a bit scrawny, with glasses and a wardrobe matching that of an outcast from any social clique - but there was something about him. I met him when I was in 7th grade and he was a substitute for our English teacher Ms. Hotten. We were in the library, and everyone knew he was gay so the ridicule came in droves. I was never mean to him, and as a result,...
My senior year of high school a lot of things changed in my life. I was not a bad student but I was having some trouble in my math class so I was assigned a tutor. This is the story of my tutor and how he changed my life. Before I begin let me tell you a bit about me. I am 18 years old, 6 feet tall, 190 lbs, average build with brown hair and blue eyes. It was the second semester...
As I think back on that day now so many years ago I still get chills up my spine and a rumbling in my pants. From the day I walked into that eighth grades History room I saw a gorgeous 40-year-old man. He was short and had a goatee. He had on a white button down shirt and with the top 2 buttons undone I could see some of his manly hair. I took my seat and proceeded through the...
I first met Brad when I was hid teacher. He was only a sixth grader then, and I never could have known that when he graduated from high school five years later, he'd come knocking on my door. He was a nice boy when I was his teacher, but he had his troubles. His family life was hard, no mom, and his father never home. He took to me like a father, and I did my best to help him...
This story chronicles my experiences with a former student named Joe, a young misfit who would later resurface and rock the core of my peaceful existence. I imagine every school has a Joe, that square peg who could never seem to fit into any circle. My Joe was the smallest boy in school with unfortunately the largest temper. He was not a good student nor athlete...
Joe reacted proudly to my stunned expressions and bold comments. He had to have suspected that my attraction to him was much more than what your typical teacher or coach should have for a student or athlete. I could not refrain, however, from honestly revealing the profound pleasure he was providing me. He motioned with his finger to come closer and said, "Here,...
"Wrestle? Joe, hey...I don't want to wrestle you...especially not tonight" I complained (although the idea of feeling his powerful body next to mine was somewhat exhilarating). I was insisting that there was no room to wrestle anyway as he left the weightroom and began moving furniture around in the living room. He managed to clear a large area in the center of the...
I couldn't imagine Joe ever intended this evening to go this far, but it had and he did. He looked at the camera, the red recording light still flickering, and said as if to an audience, "Well, well, did you hear that? Coach WANTS me to fuck him; imagine that...here I thought I was his worst nightmare...turns out I'm his fucking fantasy man!" Still squeezing...
It's time to bring the saga of Joe full circle with my final chapter. It's been over 6 months now since Joe reentered my world and turned it inside out. Yes, there are occasionally times when my conscious mind wishes he had never come back into my life because I've lost control. However, most of the time, I cannot imagine my life without Joe playing ...
I promise you this story is true. Brown hair. Big, soulful, brown eyes. 5'8. 155 lbs of perfection. Incredibly built hairy legs. Soccar shorts. Adidas soccar shoes over size 12 feet. Amazingly full lips. There he stood: Brian. The most beautiful young man I had ever laid eyes on. I know I must have stared for some length of time before finally standing up and offering my...
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