Date: Thu, 09 Oct 1997 07:46:27 PDT
From: dnvrman@hotmail.com
Subject: Behaving Badly

First encounter type situation...bi/straight.

Behaving Badly...

I'd been called to the high school for a parent/teacher conference 
regarding the behavior of my son during math class.  He was basically a 
good kid, but had a temper that needed some major control.  It was early 
evening and I'd had a rough day.  Being a single parent was something 
more than I'd bargained for and my urges to "cut loose" raged out of 
control at times.  Probably had something to do with my son's behavior 
problems.  
Regardless, I wasn't in the mood to get a lecture on the how-to's of 
control.  Shit, I could barely keep myself under control.  
My appointment with the teacher was early evening. I had time to grab a 
cold beer, do a quick change from my corporate attire and get into the 
jeans, boots and T-shirt I lived in after hours.  Stopped to check out 
how I looked and noticed that the workouts were paying off.  Some 
definition in the pecs and good muscle tone in the arms.  Thanks to the 
family genes, my long legs had always been in good shape.  I rubbed at 
my nipple and they immediately got hard.  A response that I wasn't too 
surprised at.  I was so in need of a fuck or blow job.  Anything at this 
point.  The meat between my legs began to stir and quickly filled the 
already snug fitting jeans.  It ached slightly and I considered a quick 
jerk off session in front of the mirror.  
It would have to wait and I forced myself to stop.  Damn.
I grabbed a light jacket on the way out to the truck; the fall rain had 
continued into the night.  I toyed with the idea of calling the teacher, 
rescheduling the appointment and running off to the bar.  Just might get 
lucky.  
My conscious got the best of me and I continued to the high school.  
Strange feeling coming into the parking lot.  The rain.  Street lights 
leading the way. Almost felt like I should break into a Gene Kelly song 
and dance routine.  
The lot was nearly empty and I pulled into one of the handicap parking 
spaces near the front door.  I sat for a while longer and listened to 
the end of an Ella Fitzgerald song that I'd grown to like quite well.  
Didn't think Ella would ever replace my country western music, but as of 
late; I'd broadened my horizons and started a jazz collection of the 
"sultry ladies of jazz".  A nice change.  
Realizing I was almost late for the meet, I shut off the truck, jumped 
out onto the wet pavement without a second thought and immediately 
slipped and fell into the standing water.  My legs buckled under me and 
I layed there for a second wondering just what in the hell had happened.  
Grabbed the running board and pulled myself up.  Cussing the entire 
time.  I knew I should of went to the bar!  
I was soaking wet.  
Thinking I should go back home, I decided to let the teacher know what 
had happened and ran into the school.  My clothes clung to me like a 
second skin.  I took off my jacket and proceeded to the office.  
I could hear the teacher finishing up with some other parents and waited 
until they came out.  We all stood there in quiet disbelief at what I 
looked like.  I attempted a half-assed explanation and the parents left 
laughing.  The teacher asked if I was all right and introduced himself.  
"Just call me J.D., I prefer to be on the informal side with parents" he 
said.
We stood in the hallway for a brief awkward moment.  He held his eyes on 
my crotch just a little too long for comfort and I broke the silence 
with an apology about my looks.  He invited me in.  I immediately 
offered to reschedule, but he said that I was his last appointment and 
we could do this in a hurry if I could deal with the wet clothes.  I 
conceded.
We managed to keep everything on a professional level at first and he 
explained that he was the substitute math teacher for a couple of 
months;  trying to deal with the usual "out of control, hormonal thing 
that a lot of teens experience".  I half-heartedly laughed and mentioned 
that they weren't the only ones having that sort of a problem.
I started to shiver and J.D. immediately offered me the opportunity to 
change into a set of dry sweats.  I hesitated and caught myself staring 
into his clear, blue eyes.  He wore wire-rimmed glasses and sported a 
full head of wavy dark blond hair.  Trimmed at the sides and back.
We didn't speak and he stared back.  I contrasted his look.  My short 
military-style dark hair, dark eyes... and shivering body.  I tried to 
dismiss what was happening, but J.D. visually assured me with a smile 
and rose to take command of the situation.  
He told me to follow him to the locker room.
Our footsteps seemed to echo forever down the desolate hallway and I 
found myself wondering if J.D. was to be trusted.  Alone with a 
stranger.  The thought of warm clothes comforted me and I tried to peel 
off my T-shirt as we got close to the locker room door.  The waxed 
floors reflected the exit light nearby and J.D. carried my jacket.  
As luck would have it, I was stuck.  The shirt wouldn't come off and I 
struggled as J.D. opened the door for me.  He started to laugh and I was 
thankful that the shirt covered my face and my embarrassment.  He guided 
me inside.  I felt his hands in the dark as he tried to help with my 
dilemma.  The closeness of his warm body excited me and my heart 
quickened.  I could smell him.  A man's smell, I thought.  
With his help, the shirt came off with ease and we stood in the dark, 
just beyond the door.  Listening to the breathing and feeling the 
warmth.  His hand touched my hairy chest.  Ever so gently.  Guiding 
himself to my nipple.  I struggled with whether I should let this 
continue.  Fuck, why not.  The man is good-looking.  We're alone.  Who 
cares.  Besides, this is something I've always wondered about.  
I felt his hands on my pecs and he bent closer and kissed me once just 
below the ear. 
Our mouths were close now and he took my hands and directed them to the 
buttons on his shirt, then left me to finish.  I was shaking; not with 
the chills, but at the thoughts that were racing through my head and at 
the raging hard-on that started to fill my jeans.  
It seemed to take forever to get his shirt off.  He gently kissed my 
lips a couple of times; in more of a reassuring way than one of passion.  
That would come later, I was sure.
"So, it looks like Daddy is out of control also"? he said.  His hand 
pulling at my jeans, desperately seeking my full cock.
His shirt now open, I reached in and moved my arms to his back, pulling 
him to me.  Chest to chest.  He was firm and smooth.  Not bulky, but 
nice.  Very nice.
We let our emotions take hold and our lips move to each other.  Quiet 
and gentle at first, then more vigorous.  Tongues catching each other 
and I thought it would be forever before I found my breath again.  We 
parted.
J.D. took my hand and guided me to the dimly lit locker room.  We took 
turns taking off the rest of our clothes.  I sat on the bench as he 
stood directly in front of me and slipped out of his pleated pants.  His 
semi-hard dick hung down the leg of his white boxer shorts;  they were 
the shorter ones with a small slit on each side.  His pants fell to the 
floor and he moved them off to the side with his foot, then bent over to 
take off his socks and shoes; kissing me.  I reached out, removed his 
glasses and gently laid them on the bench behind me.  Then put my hands 
to the sides of his head and pulled him harder to me.  His mouth and 
tongue exploring my neck.
The semi hard-on was now full and begged to be released as he stood back 
upright.  J.D. wanted his turn now and I obliged.  He leaned against the 
cool metal locker door, arms folded and looking too hot for words.  The 
rim of his cock pressing against his shorts.
I knew that getting my damp jeans off was not going to be an easy job 
and I told him that he may have to help.  His eyes lit up and with a 
sinister look to his face he remarked that it would be difficult to do, 
but that he would somehow find it within himself.  I knew that.
I took my time with the button fly.  Not because I wanted to...I had to.  
The wetness made it difficult.  J.D. encouraged me.  I finished and 
moved to pull them down; my briefs going with them.  Decided I'd do a 
little teasing myself and reached in to keep the briefs up just enough 
to cover.  As if wet briefs are going to hide anything.  I was so hard 
the head of my cock started to push out the top.  I grabbed myself and 
moved it to the side.  My jeans down at my thighs.  
J.D. then came to the rescue.  He saw my dilemma and sank to his knees.  
Towels from the afternoon workouts scattered the locker room floor and 
the smell of men was everywhere.  I loved it.  
He began to pull at my jeans; his face at crotch level.  We looked at 
each and I pushed myself closer to him.  Teasing at first.  We finished 
taking off the boots and jeans, doing some playing along the way.  He 
would grab my ass and I would pull his face into my hard dick.  Not 
letting him suck...yet.
This was fun and the excitement of the circumstances, the possibility of 
getting caught and just letting my inhibitions go made this an 
experience I was thoroughly enjoying.  Didn't know if he did this on a 
regular basis or what.  Didn't care and didn't ask.
I lifted J.D. up to me and we embraced.  Grinding our bodies together.  
I had precum all over my groin and could easily have shot a load right 
there.
"Let's hit the showers, stud" he said.  I agreed and we did some fun 
grab-assing on the way.  
We turned on two of the shower heads on either side of the tiled stall.  
The hot steam encompassed the entire room and it gave us a false 
sensation of security.
We let the water shoot down our backs, thoroughly wetting our underwear 
and making our hard-ons even more apparent.  I stared at him and he back 
at me.  I moved my hand inside my briefs and began to stroke my cock.  
Slow and easy.  J.D. stepped over in front of me and finished pushing 
the briefs down.  At the same time, going down to give me a quick bite 
on the nipple and burying his unshaven face in my hairy stomach.  This 
time I would let his mouth take my meat and suck...as hard as he wanted.  
The water hit my shoulders, moved over my body and down over his face; 
naturally combing his hair back into a sleek, wet look.  He moved to the 
head of my dick and grabbed the shaft.  Running his tongue over the 
pulsing head.  Precum leaked out and dripped down his chin.  He started 
to jack me off and I loved it.  I reached up over and behind me and 
grabbed the shower-head arm.  Holding on with both hands.  The water 
beating hard against the back of my neck and shoulder blades.  J.D. knew 
exactly what to do and buried his face in my balls.  Licking, gently 
biting at my sack and sucking my low-slung balls into his mouth.  All 
the while, sliding his hand up the length of my shaft and back down.  I 
groaned out loud.  Soft at first, then louder.  This felt great and he 
switched from sucking me to jacking me off.  
The heat of the shower and the warmth of his mouth around my cock was a 
far cry from laying in the water outside; not more than an hour ago.
His fingers moved around my hairy buttocks and he pulled me to him.  His 
mouth took all of me and wanted more.  I couldn't contain myself much 
longer.  I told him.
He knew exactly what to do.  With one hand, his fingers found the space 
between and below my tight balls.  He pushed in and held fast.  His 
other hand moved up my hard rock of flesh and stroked...quick and hard.  
Up over the head and back down.  Several times.  I couldn't keep from 
shooting my load any longer.  J.D. held on and kept stroking.  I pushed 
out hard and he kept holding my cum in at the base of my cock.  
I held onto the shower-head arm with all that I could.  Jerking with 
sheer ecstasy.
J.D. leaned back, let go and I pushed a huge load of cum all over his 
face and chest.  The release was the ultimate and seemed to last 
forever.  He teased the pulsing head of my dick and more cum spewed onto 
his hand. 
I finally let go and started to drop.  
J.D.'s strong hands held me up and our mouths came together for a long 
passionate kiss.   It felt so good and so right.  
Regaining some strength, I wanted to get him off and we sank to the 
floor of the shower.  I laid on top of him.  The water danced around us 
and we felt too secure.  I'd forgotten where we were and the chance we 
were taking.  
He ask me to straddle his face, so he could suck on my testicles and 
still semi-hard cock.  He wanted to jack himself off.  I reached behind 
me as his tongue flicked at my balls.  I pinched his extended nipples 
and he arched his back with excitement.  He wanted more and I gave it to 
him.  Pulling back, I shoved my cock into his mouth and let him suck as 
much as he wanted.   And he wanted it bad.  I started to get hard again 
and he sucked even harder.  All the while, stroking himself and enjoying 
it. 
It didn't take long before he let go with a wad that splattered all over 
my back.  He pulled himself up as much as his muscles would allow and 
gave everything he had.  My cock was hard again and sore.  A good sore; 
one that I would remember.
J.D. was spent and I moved over him like a cat.  Laying on top of him 
and smearing the fresh cum everywhere.  We kissed quietly and embraced; 
letting ourselves sink into each others flesh.
After a quick shower, we dressed.  I put on the sweats he loaned me and 
gathered up the wet clothes.  We didn't have much to say and did a 
little joking about my son's behavior;  which then led to a comment 
about me.  
No other plans to connect were made, but J.D. did say that if my son's 
behavior did not improve, we may have to have another parent/teacher 
conference.  I laughed and walked out to my truck.  I started the engine 
and did a quick reflection on what had happened.  This experience with a 
man would stay with me for a long time and my tender cock already 
swelled at the memory.  

Dnvrman@hotmail.com