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.
