Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 20:48:29 +0000 (GMT) From: Mr. D Subject: What was I thinking, part five This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Dionyssos Dionyssos00@yahoo.no (that is Dionyssos, and `zero-zero' at the end) What was I thinking, part five As I was cleaning up the bath room I heard the phone ring. I called out for John to take it. After all I was on all four on the bath room floor. I heard him pick up and soon after he was standing in the doorway. "Hey Dad" "Hello John, who was that on the phone?" "It was Dave. His father is taking him hiking and wondered if I wanted to come along. Steve is going too" "Do you want to go?" "Well... Yes and no, I'm not sure" "What do you mean you're not sure? Aren't Dave and Steve your best friends?" "Yeas they are, and that is why I want to go. But I also want to stay here with you" "My dear son, I will still be here when you come back. I will miss you very much though" "There is one more thing. Ever since I got to touch you, just thinking about you gives me a hard-on. I'm not kidding Dad, my dick is hard now ALL the time. I'm afraid that they will notice and start asking about it" "It sounds to me like your horny little mind might need to concentrate on something else. I think you should go on the trip. I know you have been fooling around with Dave and Steve before, maybe you can use what you have learned and teach them a trick or two?" "That would only make them ask where I got the idea!" "Just tell them you found an old dirty magazine under you old mans bed. You read it and got curious. What ever you do, don't tell them about what we have been up to" "I know dad. I have promised not to tell, and I will not" "Good. Then I suggest you go pack for a night under the stars and I'll drop you off as soon as you are ready" John left to go pack. The thought of him playing with Dave and Steve lingered in my mind. The three of them feeling each other up and taking turns sucking. No surprise I was hard again now. How I would love to see the three of them fooling around! I got dressed in a hurry and got Dave's father on the phone. I told him I would drop John off shortly, and to take good care of my boy. He promised that no harm would come to either of them on the trip. They were not hiking far and he had been there before. There were not many dangerous things to encounter. Never the less he promised to take good care of John and bring him safely back the next day. After I had dropped John off I didn't want to go back to the empty apartment. It really was a lovely day, so I decided to park back home and take a longer walk. I really needed to get my head around the strange, yet wonderful thing that had happened. I ended up in a café about an hour's slow walk from home. It was crowded, but I was lucky and found a table. After the second beer a strangely familiar man came up to the table. He was about 10 years younger than me had dark hair in short and youthful style "Do you mind if sit at your table?" "No I don't mind. I've been deep in thought all day and could use some company" Before he sat down he reached out his hand and introduced himself as Stanly McFly. "You can just call me Stan" "I'm Frank, nice to meat you" Since it was crowded Stan ended up sitting more next to me, than across. I got to take a good look at him. He had the most intriguing eyes. A colour that was both green and blue. He wore a tight fitting T-shirt that showed off his very trim body. It made me feel old and out of shape. I could not shake the feeling that I had seen him before and curiosity won over courtesy. "Have we met before? You seem so familiar?" "Actually we have met briefly. I am a PE teacher and your son is one of my students. John is his name, isn't it?" "I have a son and his name is John, but how do you recognize me if we only met once?" "I see you walk John to school every day. The two of you are so much alike, there was really no question about the relation" "He takes all his good look from his dad" I said it as joke and Stan did laugh at my joke. I did, however feel he almost said something, but kept it to him self. After some chit-chat Stan looked at me and asked; "Where is John's mother?" "She was killed by a drunk driver when John was 4" "I'm so sorry Frank. I really didn't mean to pry. I'm just one of those hopelessly curious people" "Apology accepted. It was a long time ago, and I have moved on with my life since then" That was strictly not true. After I had gotten custody of John I had spent my energy on him, not me. I no longer grieved Elain, but could honestly not say I had moved on. Stan seemed to notice my hesitation and decided to let his curiosity take the best of him. "If you don't mind me asking Frank, what have you been thinking so deeply about?" It was an honest and fair question that at least gave me the impression that Stan cared. He had no way of knowing that my thoughts could not be talked about. There was just no way I could tell him. Instead I came up with a lame story about how I was worried about John. Stan listened to my story without interrupting. I tried to keep it as simple as possible. I could feel his leg rubbing up against mine. For some reason that simple touch made my cock react. When I was done Stan surprised me. He slid one hand over and placed it on my thigh. "You know Frank. I understand your worry, but you are not the only one who keeps an eye on the kid" Before I could slap him, he quickly added; "As teachers we do keep an eye on our students. We do what we can to make them happy. At least I'm one of those teachers who actually care" My first urge to slap him vanished, and was replaced by a need to kiss him. His hand was sending electrical shots into my body. I found myself uncontrollably horny. I managed to keep myself from kissing him. Instead I placed my hand on top of the one he kept on my thigh and said; "Would you like to go somewhere more private and continue this conversation?" I saw the sparkle in his eye and knew he wanted to leave, long before I heard him accept my offer. Of all the men out there I had to get the hots for my son's PE teacher. WHAT WAS I THINKING! It turned out he lived a short 5 min walk from the café. As soon as the door closed behind us we kissed deeply and with a passion I had forgotten I had in me. I was so horny at this point I would do anything to get his cloths off and my cock up his ass. I needed to fuck this PE teacher, right here and right now! Our cloths seemed to melt away. Before we got to the bed we were both butt naked and our cocks were hard and ready. Stan lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. I got to kiss and examine every inch of him as I moved my way downwards. His chest had a soft and dark coating of brown fur. Not so much as I was expecting. As I moved down and kept kissing his skin I felt his cock rub against my own chest. In contrast to him, my chest was smooth with only a few hairs around my nipples. Once I got down to his cock I was impressed. It was curved slightly upwards, not as thick as my own, but longer. I had a good 10 inches of cock in my face. He had big heavy balls as well and I started by letting my tongue roll all over them. From there I started to lick and kiss my way up his cock. On the top I was greeted by a perfectly shaped purple head, all wet with pre-cum. I inhaled his manly sent and started to suck on Stan's cock. It had been too long since I had a man to play with. I enjoyed sucking and making him moan under my treatment. I did not want him to shoot just yet. I was just getting started. "Roll over Stan. I need to fuck you ass" Stan rolled over and got out of a bottle of lube from the night stand next to the bed. He tossed it at me. Then he turned on his stomach and pulled his knees under himself. When he went on to push his upper body down, his cunt was shining straight at me. "I am a bit tight, so go easy on me, OK?" "I am extremely horny Stan, so I'll do my best to be gentle. I promise nothing though" Stan did not object, so I went on to lube him up. I tested his ass with a finger to see just how tight he was. He was really tight. So tight, that he complained when I started to push my second finger into him. I went easy on him and kept fingering him with one finger for some time. I used my middle finger in order to get as much lube as fare in as I could. Gradually he began to relax and his hole opened up. Suddenly the image in front of me changed. It was no longer Stan's ass I was fingering. I saw it transform into John's virgin butt. The lube turned into cum that covered his balls and but. I had not fucked John, but God knew I had wanted to that evening. Now I had my chance to at least do some serious fucking! I pulled my finger out and started to rub my cock against his opening. I was pushing, just not hard enough to penetrate his tight ass. In the end Stan started to beg. "Come on Frank and fuck my ass. You are driving me crazy!" He did not have to ask me twice. Still seeing John's pink pussy in front of me, I pushed harder and started sliding into his ass. I felt his muscles clamp down on my head as it got through the opening. It made his ass even tighter. Slowly I kept feeding Stan my 8,5 inch cock. It did not take long before I was all the way in, and felt his butt against my stomach. I started fucking him in long and slow takes, really enjoying him. I pulled so fare back I almost pulled my cock out, before I pushed it back in. Seeing John's butt and my cock sliding in and out, quickly had my orgasm building up. The speed increased and I ended up slamming my cock into Stan. Just before I was ready to cream him, I felt his muscles clamp down on my cock. Stan let out a low growl and I realized he was cumming just from me fucking him. As Stan's cum stained the sheets, my jizz splashed against the inner walls of his ass. My orgasm was so intense, I lost it and the world went black. When I came to, I was still on top of Stan. My cock was till inside him too. Carefully I pulled it out and sank into the damp sheets next to him. "Where did you learn to fuck a man like that? That was the best fucking I have ever had!" "Well Stan, you are not the first man I fuck, and my ass has been fucked its share of times too. I used to live a gay life before I became a father" "No kidding, I had you figured for a too horny straight guy" "You are right about the `too horny' part. It has been a long time since I had the opportunity to really fuck another man. I take it you are all gay? It must be hard for you to see all those young men in PE class all day long?" I phrased it as a statement, but it sounded like a question. From Stanly's face, he took it as an accusation. Before he could start a defensive I put one finger against his lips. "Please Stan, I did not mean to imply or accuse you of anything. I'm sorry I said that" He looked at me with wild eyes. The fire in them seemed to diminish before he lowered his head and said; "Apology accepted... The way he reacted made me feel like he was holding something back. It felt and looked as if Stan actually had a big dose of shame connected to this topic. I lifted his chin up and looked him in the eye. "Do the young naked boys make your working day hard?" Stan could not look away and let out a sound I could not hear. "What was that?" "Yes. I get turned on by the young men running naked in the locker room" Stan's face turned into an expression I can only describe as pure agony. The very instant I saw that face my own guilt hit me with the force of a sledgehammer. Stan was having a hard time hiding his hard-on at work. He was after all surrounded by young adolescent kids all day. In his case they often ran around naked too. I was the one letting my son suck my cock. I was the one who had just fucked Stan, pretending it was my own son! This revelation made me jump out of the bed. It was a short lived explosion of energy. By the time I got to the next room I all but collapsed on Stan's couch. Stan came after me wrapped in a sheet. The agonizing expression on his face was still there. His head was bowed down and he reminded me of a child who got caught doing something he knows he should not be doing. It was unbearable. "So are you going to tell the school board?" "No. I will do no such thing Stanly" "How can you not do that? You know I get turned on by young adolescent boys and I'm you son's PE teacher" "Sit down Stan. You are not the only one who has secrets" ---To be continued--- If you have an opinion about the story, good or bad, or have a suggestion for the plot, please let me know at following e-mail. Please use the story's title as subject. Dionyssos00@yahoo.no To all of you, who have sent your opinion, thank you! You have been a great help, and I hope you continue to read my stories and inspire me with your feedback.