Old Teacher
i met an old teacher of mine about a year ago. He was by now in his mid seventies and although I hadn't seen him since school over 30 years ago he looked the same just much older and grey haired. He taught English which I found a bit boring and I used to wonder what his cock would be like as he stood in front of the class. I always imagined it to be thick and large. I even remembered masturbating while I was his student, thinking about being with him alone in his home. They were all pretty silly excuses in my mind of why I would be in his house alone with him and one way or another, I would always end up naked while he was still in his clothes. I used to be really turned on by the thought of being naked while I was with a man who was fully clothed. I would imagine him playing with my penis until he would put his arm around me and bring me to his bedroom. I used to love to imagine the feel of his clothes against my naked body as he walked me to his bed I would imagine him getting undressed as I sat in the bed waiting for him. I would imagine his hard cock flapping up and down and over and back as he climbed into the bed. In those days I was fascinated wondering what his cock looked like.
Now I had met him again and I still wondered what his cock would be like. He hadn't married so I thought to myself that he might prefer men. I moved the conversation to question of why he hadn't married and it eventually transpired that he had been gay all along. What a shame that I hadn't been a bit more courageous some years ago but they were different times. I decided not to hold back and I jokingly told him of my fantasies from years back although I was not too explicit. I told him that I liked men of authority and that I still regarded him as such. He was surprised to hear that and his demeanour softened quite a bit and I could see in his eyes that he was considering the possibilities and it was clear he knew that I was willing.
He invited me to his house in the country and I drove. On the way I explained in more detail about my boyhood fantasies which he was delighted to hear. As I drove he opened my trousers and stroked my erect cock and my balls and he also rubbed my stomach, that was a real turn on. He asked me to explain more about my fantasies and I explained how much I liked to be naked with another man while the other man is fully clothed. At that he suggested that I pull over and get undressed and I could drive the rest of the way naked. He said there wasn't much chance of being caught since the road to his house would be quiet and it was twilight. I pulled in, Took off my clothes quickly and drove off again. What a feeling, naked beside a man, him stroking me and we are on our way to a house for sex. I felt like a bit of a whore to be truthful, and I liked the feeling.
When we got to his house, he asked me to park the car at the rear near one of his outhouses far from the house because of nosey neighbours passing. He asked me to wait in the car while he got out and he walked to my side and opened the door. He held his hand out and helped me o'ut of the car. We then walked hand in hand, slowly towards the back door of his house. It felt wonderful to be naked beside him, feeling the light evening breeze. It seemed like those long held fantasies were coming true. We stopped along the way a couple of times so that he could look at me and fondle me.
I loved going in the back door and hearing it close. He locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed and he led me to a sofa. We sat together and talked while he fondled me. I nestled against him allowing him to feel me while he kissed me beautifully. After a while I couldn't resist the temptation to go to the floor on my knees and place my head on his lap. I reached for his trouser buttons, opened them and took out his cock which was completely erect. And like my fantasies, it was big, not the same shape that I had imagined but just as thrilling to see. It was thick but it had a really big head on it which made it seem so powerful. I began to kiss it gently while wetting my lips. I could see a bead of shiny pre-cum oozing out of the tip and I lapped it up with my tongue. I managed to get my lips around his cock while being carful with my teeth. It tasted gorgeous but before I could go any further he lifted my head and said that we should go to his bedroom. I didn't need to be asked again.
He took my hand and walked me down the hall to his bedroom, me naked, him fully clothed, my fantasy again. I became so excited to see the bed, I climbed in and I watched him undress. His big cock was quivering as he moved. During my school days I never fantasised about being fucked but I lived a lot since and when I looked at his cock, I knew I wanted him to fuck me that evening. Either facing me or from behind, I wanted that cock inside me. But first things first I lifted the covers and he slid into the bed beside me, that was a lovely sensation, I was in bed with my teacher, only 30 years too late but better later than never.
I moved over to be close to him, we met face to face and I moved to kiss him. I opened my eyes from time to time as we kissed just wanting to enjoy my intimate time with him. My arms were around his neck, his arms were around my body and he was stroking my ass, back and thighs. I could feel my cock rubbing against his. I lay on my back and he claimed on top continuing to kiss. I was submitting myself to him.
Now I had met him again and I still wondered what his cock would be like. He hadn't married so I thought to myself that he might prefer men. I moved the conversation to question of why he hadn't married and it eventually transpired that he had been gay all along. What a shame that I hadn't been a bit more courageous some years ago but they were different times. I decided not to hold back and I jokingly told him of my fantasies from years back although I was not too explicit. I told him that I liked men of authority and that I still regarded him as such. He was surprised to hear that and his demeanour softened quite a bit and I could see in his eyes that he was considering the possibilities and it was clear he knew that I was willing.
He invited me to his house in the country and I drove. On the way I explained in more detail about my boyhood fantasies which he was delighted to hear. As I drove he opened my trousers and stroked my erect cock and my balls and he also rubbed my stomach, that was a real turn on. He asked me to explain more about my fantasies and I explained how much I liked to be naked with another man while the other man is fully clothed. At that he suggested that I pull over and get undressed and I could drive the rest of the way naked. He said there wasn't much chance of being caught since the road to his house would be quiet and it was twilight. I pulled in, Took off my clothes quickly and drove off again. What a feeling, naked beside a man, him stroking me and we are on our way to a house for sex. I felt like a bit of a whore to be truthful, and I liked the feeling.
When we got to his house, he asked me to park the car at the rear near one of his outhouses far from the house because of nosey neighbours passing. He asked me to wait in the car while he got out and he walked to my side and opened the door. He held his hand out and helped me o'ut of the car. We then walked hand in hand, slowly towards the back door of his house. It felt wonderful to be naked beside him, feeling the light evening breeze. It seemed like those long held fantasies were coming true. We stopped along the way a couple of times so that he could look at me and fondle me.
I loved going in the back door and hearing it close. He locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed and he led me to a sofa. We sat together and talked while he fondled me. I nestled against him allowing him to feel me while he kissed me beautifully. After a while I couldn't resist the temptation to go to the floor on my knees and place my head on his lap. I reached for his trouser buttons, opened them and took out his cock which was completely erect. And like my fantasies, it was big, not the same shape that I had imagined but just as thrilling to see. It was thick but it had a really big head on it which made it seem so powerful. I began to kiss it gently while wetting my lips. I could see a bead of shiny pre-cum oozing out of the tip and I lapped it up with my tongue. I managed to get my lips around his cock while being carful with my teeth. It tasted gorgeous but before I could go any further he lifted my head and said that we should go to his bedroom. I didn't need to be asked again.
He took my hand and walked me down the hall to his bedroom, me naked, him fully clothed, my fantasy again. I became so excited to see the bed, I climbed in and I watched him undress. His big cock was quivering as he moved. During my school days I never fantasised about being fucked but I lived a lot since and when I looked at his cock, I knew I wanted him to fuck me that evening. Either facing me or from behind, I wanted that cock inside me. But first things first I lifted the covers and he slid into the bed beside me, that was a lovely sensation, I was in bed with my teacher, only 30 years too late but better later than never.
I moved over to be close to him, we met face to face and I moved to kiss him. I opened my eyes from time to time as we kissed just wanting to enjoy my intimate time with him. My arms were around his neck, his arms were around my body and he was stroking my ass, back and thighs. I could feel my cock rubbing against his. I lay on my back and he claimed on top continuing to kiss. I was submitting myself to him.
9 years ago
