Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 00:38:36 EDT From: CopyU24@cs.com Subject: Mr. D! I grew up in a small town in Northeastern Pennsylvania where being gay as I was taught was bad. I knew at a very young age that I was gay, always looking at other guys in the gym showers, masturbating to them at night, and flirting with them. It wasn't until high school when I got into more experiences. When I became openly gay, not much changed. I was 17 and I was liked by most people because they knew me and they were more open minded than I thought. By now I had several gay experiences in the local gyms and clubs with other guys, usually a lot older than me. That didn't bother me, it just implied they had more experience. It was my Junior year in high school when I had Mr. D for English. Mr. D was as younger teacher, 30, who had short dirty blond hair, a swimmers build and an ass to die for. I had English 5th period, a whole hour with this incredibly hot man that gave me a hardon every time I looked at him. As the year progressed I became one of his favorite students and often stayed after class to help grade papers and do other things to help out. This was my own personal heaven, working side-by-side this stud, talking, laughing, and later on working out together. One day I had to stay late after school left out for a newspaper meeting. The meeting let out about 6 and I was the last to leave. As I was walking out of the school I saw Mr. D shooting some hoops in the gym. He was in these gray mesh shorts and a sweat soaked tank top. By this time I had a raging hardon but I wasn't going to let that stop me, so I decided I would go and say hi maybe shoot some hoops too. As I entered the gym I noticed that he was the only one, I thought this was odd because usually there is something going on, either guard practice, band, or something, but not tonight. I went up behind him and taped him on the shoulder and said hi. He turned around and smiled said hi and asked if I wanted to shoot some hoops. Being in my school clothes which consisted of a polo shirt, kaki pants and Dr. Martin boots I said I would have to change. He told me no problem and that if I wanted he had some extra clothes in his bag in the locker room, as long as I didn't mind the smell of his sweat. I told him that was fine and I went into the locker room to change. As I got into the locker room I noticed that there wasn't a bag. I was about to go out and ask him were it was when I heard the door close and lock. I turned around to find him standing in front of the door holding the basket ball. "I can't seem to find those clothes you were talking about," acting like I still wanted to play. "Yeah I'm sorry about that but, I don't have any extra, I just wanted to get you into the locker room so we could have some one-on-one time." I thought oh this is great! After all these months of jerking off to him, I'm going to do something real. After about a minute I finally said, "oh what did you have in mind?" "I don't know. Why don't I help you get out of those clothes and we can figure something out together?" As he walked over and put his hand on my stomach, I finally started to believe that this was actually happening, I was going to fool around with the hottest teacher in the school. With one hand unbuttoning my pants and the other my shirt, I put my hands on his ass and started to massage it, gently squeezing it, running my fingers up and down the crack. I then slowly pulled down his shorts to expose his mesh thong underwear. Talk about a turn on, you haven't seen anything until you have seen a hot, muscular guy in a mesh thong. After he had taken my shirt off and my pants were down my ankles and I was standing in my boxer briefs, he started to kiss me. He kissed me first on the lips, then the neck, the nipples, my belly button, and then he slowly pulled down my briefs exposing my 8" erect cock and started slowly licking his way down to it. As he took my balls in his mouth, sucking on each one, swirling his tongue, making them tender and warm, he then engulfed my cock. It was pure ecstasy. He had definitely done this before. As he sucked my cock, he would run his tongue on the top, across the hole, making my whole body shake with pleasure. He sucked my cock for about 5 minutes until I couldn't hold back any longer and I screamed "I'm going to cum!" He then thrusted the mouth onto my cock and took the whole thing in this mouth and he seemed to milk me, gently squeezing my cock in his throat making me cum and scream and moan. After he had sucked ever drop out of me, he stood up and had me turn around and started to lick the back of my neck and my back all the way down to my ass. As he got to my ass he had me bend over and place my hands on the bench. He then started to lick my ass hole and stick his tongue in my ass. This was the best feeling ever. After getting my hole nice and soft, he grabbed my waist and stuck his cock in me. He and I were both moaning at this point and as he fucked me harder we started to sweat. I could smell his heavenly smell. As his fucked my ass, having his huge balls smack my ass cheeks each time I heard him scream in ecstasy saying "Oh...yeah...yeah...do you want my cum?" Before I could respond with a yes I felt this warm spurt of cum shoot up my ass into me, making him and I both scream. After the nice ass fucking he proceeded to lick my ass clean of any extra cum, and I did the same to his cock. We then took a shower together, washing each other, feeling each other all over the place. After the shower we proceeded to leave the locker room and the school. As I was getting into my car I watched him get into his BMW and as he pulled up to my car to drive away he said "So care to do it again next week?" I told him absolutely and then he drove away and as I started the car I noticed the time, it was after 11:30, we had sex for 5 1/2 hours, it was the best 5 1/2 hours I have ever had! Throughout the next year and a half of school we fucked about 20 times, usually in the school locker rooms but sometimes at his private gym. And still 5 years later he was the best fuck I have ever had. Every once and a while I will run into him and we will talk. One day I hope we can do it again.