Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 14:11:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Phil Roberts Subject: He was a teacher from my school - Gay male, category suggestion encounters The following is a true story about sex with my teacher, but I was about 30 years old at the time and had left school about 12 years earlier. There is no suggestion of underage sex or the teacher abusing his position. Comments gratefully received at phil.roberts42@yahoo.com Usual blurb about don't read if you are underage, etc. Also why not make a small donation to Nifty so they can keep up the good work. I met a guy on Caffmos and we had good sex several times before he said that he had a friend who would be interested in a threesome. So, we arranged to meet at his friend's house and, to my initial shock, I recognised his friend straight away -- he was a teacher from my school. As stated above, I was about 30 at the time, and had left school about 12 years earlier, and he was probably mid-40s. He said I still looked the same and he did too. We chatted for a short time, just small talk. It felt strange, but exciting at the same time, knowing what was likely to happen next. I knew I was gay from 13 or 14, but found it difficult to accept, and couldn't remember being attracted to this teacher or any of the others. My teacher -- I will call him that in this story -- said "Shall we go to bed?" and he led the two of us upstairs. He kissed me as he undressed me and before long the three of us were naked on the bed, kissing, cuddling, and sucking each other. My teacher was lying on his back with the two of us either side of him and I sat astride him and slowly eased his erect cock into my ass. He smiled at me as I rode him and again it felt strange, but exciting at the same time. My teacher told us that his nipples were very sensitive, and his pleasure was obvious as my friend sucked and chewed his nipples until he came inside me and I came on his chest at about the same time. Our friend eagerly licked it up. We relaxed, breathless, in each other's arms but didn't speak. We washed, dressed and went downstairs for coffee, where my teacher told me that he always knew I was gay. I suspected that he probably knew before I did, and before I accepted it. He also told me about several other boys that he had `met' since we left school, including one who was a very successful businessman with a wife and children! We swapped phone numbers, and I enjoyed many more good times with my teacher, sometimes just the two of us and sometimes as a threesome with my friend who had re-introduced us. I was so pleased that he did.