The Teacher and Me

The day finally came--I sat alone at one of his tables while the rest of the school was at a mandatory assembly (I never much liked following the rules). He approached and revealed that he was my online penpal. All I did was smile and say, "I knew it."

The paranoid old man still refused to start anything sexual until I graduated later that year. Ever heard the Tom Petty song "The Waiting?" It really is the hardest part! As much as I wanted him to be my first, I settled on men of near-equal age to bide the time.

The day of graduation arrived at last. Although I couldn't attend because I'm a disciplinary basketcase, my teacher picked me up afterward and gave me the best graduation party I could hope for. He took me, for my first time, to the Midtowne Spa (a hangout place-thing for gay males). OMG. Best. Day. Ever. At first I didn't realize why I got so much attention there. Then it dawned on me that I was probably the only person who wasn't over 40-years-old there that day. I was being eaten out and fingered from behind; I had big, hard cocks probing my mouth from the front... Mmmmm... I'm getting a boner just thinking about it...

Anyways, that's how my teacher and I finally hooked up. I must say that he's still my favorite old man to play with. He gets pretty hard for a man who's nearly 60!

If you've read thus far, I do hope you've enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed writing it. And it's a 100% true story, in case you weren't thinking that it was...