I first met David Wheeland when I helped chaperone a school field trip. He was my daughter's ninth grade biology teacher and JV soccer coach. We shook hands as I introduced myself. My daughter previously told me he was openly gay, but he also happened to be tall and good-looking, with big hands. I must confess, despite my public declaration of heterosexuality, my first thought as we stood there chatting was his cock and how big it must be. I always looked and thought about guys and their cocks, but only now do I feel comfortable admitting my desire. Now it was automatic and matter of fact.
We next saw one another when I started to substitute teach at the same school and we often said hello and smiled at one another. The next year, I was offered a full time teaching position and that is when it happened.
He made it a habit during those early months of stopping by my classroom to say hello and ask me how everything was going. Every time he walked in my class my eyes went to his crotch. I did not do it on purpose. It was instinct.
He would stride in confidently and shake hands, smiling and making eye contact. Did he know I thought about his cock I wondered. We made small talk. At home, I would often think about him and his cock, stroking myself, and only now coming to terms with my attraction to other men. He sometimes wore shorts that fitted snuggly around his crotch. It was not obvious unless you made the effort, but it was obvious he had a nice cock.
Sometimes I would think about him fucking my beautiful wife, but mostly I made myself cum thinking about getting naked with him and pleasuring his beautiful cock.
Finally I built up enough courage to go talk to David. I walked into his classroom in late October and we started chatting.
Eventually, there was a slight pause before I told him how brave I thought he was in coming out and living as an openly gay man.
"I never had that much courage," I said hoping he was able to read between the lines.
"Really? In what sense?," he asked.
This was the moment of truth. I asked if this conversation was in confidence.
"Absolutely."
"If I had the courage I would have more fully explored that side of my sexuality when I moved to DVC," i explained before stating "I mean, I probably would have gotten married anyway and had kids but at least I could have at least tried to get it out of my system instead of it staying with me only to emerge later in life."
He looked at me.
"Are we having the conversation I think we are having?" He asked.
"Yes."
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Life got busy at school with Thanksgiving and family. One day after school in mid-November, when it was dark outside early and everyone left early on Fridays, he walked into my class while I graded papers. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pulling down the shade over the door window. The cleaning service did not come on Fridays, choosing instead to clean from the week on Saturday mornings.
He strode in, stopped in front of my desk. He did not say a word, but started unbuckling his pants. I was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood. My response was instinctual.
Without hesitation, I stood from my chair and walked around my desk to him. I grabbed the back of his neck and we kissed deeply and passionately. Our tongues entwined, our bodies drawn together. My mind then snapped back and I realized what was happening. I did not care about anything but following my desire and pleasuring this man's cock.
He pulled his shirt over his head and we began to kiss again with urgency...I paused to lick my fingers and rub and pinch his nipples while our tongues continued exploring. When I pinched his nipples with some force, he let out a low moan and pressed himself against me. His excitement encouraged me. When I felt his hips push firmly against my abdomen, I could feel his thick, hot cock. I pulled away from him and we looked at each other in the eyes.
At this point, I was so heated I knew it was time for me to do what I wanted to do for so long. I built up the courage to drop down to my knees and unzip his pants. I grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. He lifted each legs to pull them off and after taking off his socks, he stood naked in front of me. I looked up at him and took off my own shirt before moving toward him.
I grabbed the base of his semi-erect cock and started stroking it. I wrapped my lips around his swollen head, warm in my mouth. I sucked hard and flicked his cock with my tongue. I held it and licked his full length, from his balls to the head, licking firmly the spot behind the tip of his cock and hearing him moan. I once again put him into my mouth and challenged myself to get as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. I gagged and he pushed the back of my head gently. I wanted it. I wanted to prove to him how much I wanted to pleasure his beautiful dock. I continued to try, never able to take his full length into my mouth, but I passionate in what I was doing, kissing and stroking. Licking him and sucking on his swollen head.
I allowed myself to let go of my inhibitions and focus completely on his cock, as I sucked and licked with purpose, encouraging his cock to grow to its fullness. When he was erect, his cock was beautiful, perfectly formed. Long and thick, with a slightly engorged head, his cock strained for release and his balls began to tighten. Oh my God, I could not believe this was happening. I was so hot, flushed, on fire...I wanted this do badly. It felt so good and natural.
"Oh my God, I love your cock" I said, which surprised me because it seemed to just come out of my mouth with no thought put to it.
"You like that big cock? You like sucking that big dick?"
"I love it," I said, stroking his cock and looking up at him. He knew it I was loving it.
