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  • My returning student

    • There had never been a time when I would have considered hurting one of my students with a sexual advance. It wasnt in my nature. There were some beautiful children on campus; however, my boundaries were as clear as crystal. I would admire some of them for their appearance, but the thought was always that they would be very handsome when they grew up.

    As a man in my forties, I knew that to my students I must look like a dinosaur. Their lives were full of people their own age with youth and the type of vigor that only young people possess. Never in my wildest imagination could I imagine that a student would have a crush on me. Im short, stocky, and although people my age have told me that Im an attractive man, I dont know that I fully believed them. People who love you will take special care of your heart. I know that.

    Since my departure from teaching in the classroom setting, my students have routinely kept in touch by e-mail and MySpace or Facebook. These new networking systems are phenomenal to maintain contact with those about whom one cares.

    It was nonetheless a surprise to receive a message from one of my students who had left our school in ninth grade. I had seen him a few times when he came to visit my classroom, but I didnt really think too much of it since many students returned occasionally to see me after they left the school.

    Tony was a slender boy, with fine Latino features and large, welcoming eyes. He always looked like he was celebrating every breath he took. He would always come bounding into my classroom with a huge, "Hi, Mr. C.!"

    He worked very hard in class and made sure I saw how much effort he was putting into his music. He was an enthusiastic singer, even if he had a way to go to be a great singer. In ninth grade, though, one wouldnt expect too much from most of the student singers.

    I was working on-line on a hot July day when I received a pop-up message on Facebook. That same phrase appeared from out of nowhere, "Hi, Mr. C.!"

    He still called me Mr. C., although I had gotten married and my name was now, Mr. H. I reminded him of this after greeting him warmly.

    "How are you doing, Tony? Long time no see."

    "Im doing great, thanks, Mr. H. Whats going on with you?"

    "Just working hard, as always," I responded.

    There was some more small talk before Tony asked if he could come by to visit. He had graduated that previous June. I had remembered that he had turned eighteen in February because his birthday was the nearly the same as my ex-wifes, although many years later.

    I congratulated him on his graduation and asked what he was doing now. Was he going to school or working?

    He said that he was working and thinking about going to a local junior college. He said he had some time before work and wanted to see me. I was in between assignments, so I thought today would be a good day for a visit. He said he would be here in a few minutes.

    My husband was ill and stayed home from work that day. I figured if we spoke softly, Robert would not be bothered by our visit.

    Robert was a solid man, a little younger than me and very distant in many ways. He was a confirmed top man who wanted little to do with anything that had my pleasure involved. We had been together for ten years, and my frustration had gotten to a breaking point with him. I had been completely faithful for the entire decade. Although he couldnt say the same by any stretch of the imagination, he had settled down and our life together was comfortable, if not exciting or fulfilling. Little did I know how much Roberts and my life together would play into the events that followed.

    When Tony arrived, he threw his arms around me and held me tightly as we greeted one another. He had grown up quite a bit. He was taller and although still very slim, was looking more like a man. The open collar of his work shirt showed that a tiny bit of hair was beginning to sprout on his chest. He was shaving now, but his smile was still as brilliant as it had always been.

    Tony caught me up on all the events in his life, how his family was doing and, in particular, his brother, Salvatore, who was one of the young men I felt would grow into a fine specimen as a man.

    When we got to the point where he wanted to talk about his current relationship status, or lack thereof, things grew a bit more troublesome for me.

    "Mr. H., Ive having to deal with some pretty difficult things lately. Ive been kind of confused about some feelings Ive been having."

    "What kind of feelings, Tony? Are you having feelings about someone that isnt feeling the same way about you?"

    "Im not sure how this person feels about me. I havent said anything about it to them yet."

    Someone.. this person.. them.. These are words and phrases that most straight young men dont use for girls. My antennae were up now. I began suspecting where this was going. He wanted to come out to me and talk about a boy he had a crush on and since he knew I was gay, as all my students did, he probably felt as though he could discuss it with me safely and confidentially.

    I immediately put on my teacher/counselor hat and listened intently.

    "Ive been having feelings for someone for many years and I just cant keep it inside any more. This person is older and married, but my feelings just wont go away."

    "Well, Tony, you know that marriage vows are very important to most people and although you are having these feelings, you may wish to simply discuss them openly with the person toward whom you are experiencing these emotions and let that person know you just wanted to get it off your chest. Most often, talking about issues one is having casts sunlight on those dark recesses of your heart and makes all the shadows go away."

    Thinking I had been of some comfort to him, I continued on my query.

    "So, Tony, is this a young lady you know from school?"

    "No. In fact, its not a young lady at all."

    I was pleased that Tony felt free enough with me to tell me the truth finally.

    "So, are you telling me that the object of your affection is a young man, Tony? Are you saying you are gay?"

    "The truth is I dont think Im gay, exactly. Im more like bi because I like girls, too. But, the person about whom Im having these feelings is an older man. Because of an experience I had when I was much younger, Ive been attracted to older men for quite some time. The man Im interested in is in his forties."

    The light went on. I was growing incredibly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going.

    "So, youre saying you are interested in a married man in his forties. How long have you known this man, Tony?"

    "Since I was in eighth grade. You remember, thats when I started in your class."

    "Tony, what exactly are you saying?"

    "Mr. H., since I was in junior high school, Ive had these strong feelings for you. I have wanted to be closer to you than anyone Ive ever known."

    "You know Im married, Tony. My vows are sacred to me. Even if I was interested, and, honestly, I cant say Im not, I couldnt cross that border with you."

    "I know, Mr. H. I just had to tell you how I feel."

    "I appreciate that, Tony."

    We talked some more about his past and the events that led to him being attracted to older men. We discussed safer sex and making sure that when he was ready that he should make sure he was with someone would take care of him while he discovered more about his sexuality.

    "Thank you so much, Mr. H. I knew I could talk to you about this."

    After a brief pause, he quietly said, "Ive always wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss you. May I kiss you just once?"

    "I dont know, Tony." I thought about it and remembered a time when I was fifteen and wanted to feel the arms of an older man around me. I, too, took that plunge and was provided a loving person to treat me with respect and honor. I figured, what could it hurt?

    "Okay, Tony, Ill kiss you." Tony smiled so broadly and he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was tender and loving. It immediately ignited a passion inside me that I thought had long ago died.

    I lightly kissed him again.

    "I want to be with you so much, Mr. H."

    "Tony, I have some things to think about. Besides, my husband is home and we cant really discuss this now. I will call you."

    With that, we stood, embraced and he left.

    Several days later, I called Tony and asked him if he wanted to talk about the kiss. He said he did. We arranged to meet during the day while my husband was at work so that we could talk openly about the experience.

    He arrived early. He came in and we embraced like old friends.

    "How are you, Mr. H.?"

    "Tony, it seems as though you should call me Paul, since we have kissed."

    We both laughed. "Okay, Paul. Its going to take some getting used to after all these years of calling you, Mister."

    We began talking about the kiss and what it meant to both of us. Tony said that, for him, it was a dream come true that had been in the making for six years. I couldnt believe what I was hearing. No one had spoken to me like that in many, many years. My husband certainly didnt.

    I told him that I was happy that we had exchanged kisses. I said that it had ignited a fire in me that I thought had long since passed away. Tonys smile grew brighter with each of my words.

    "Do you think we can be together sexually?" Tony asked shyly.

    He was so sweet. He looked at me through his long, black eyelashes with such hope and desire; yet, there was a fear of rejection that I could sense from him, as well.

    "Tony, I am married and I have no plans to leave my husband. If we were together, it would be a physical thing, although I think we both know that after all these years of knowing each other and loving each other as friends, it would have a special significance."

    "I agree," said Tony. "It doesnt matter if were together just one time. I just want to feel you next to me and experience what being with you is like. There are so many things I havent done yet. Ive had oral and been with a girl, but Ive never been inside another man and no man has ever been inside of me."

    The more he spoke, the harder I grew. I knew at that point there was no going back. I tried to maintain my composure, but I knew that if I didnt start something right away, I would burst right there in my slacks.

    "Come here, Tony. Kiss me. If you get uncomfortable or I decide we have to stop at any point, thats what needs to happen."

    There was no stopping, though. When we began kissing, a whole series of feelings and experiences were initiated that had to be experienced in their fullness. We were each on a journey and our paths traversed all over each others bodies. Our hands touched each other everywhere from the tops of our heads to the soles of our feet. We clung to one another in fiery abandon.

    "I cant wait another moment, Paul." With those words, Tony reached into my pants and touched my cock. His fingers encircled my rigid stalk from its base and slowly massaged the entire length. The feeling was euphoric. No one had touched my cock besides me in over five years, not even my husband.

    I released any inhibitions I had and began unbuckling Tonys belt. Once undone, I unsnapped his pants button and unzipped his zipper. Slipping his pants over his hips, I saw at once the outline of his engorged shaft pushing though the fly of his dark boxers. A darker spot showed where his precum was saturating the fabric from his excitement. I had to taste his dick.

    Tony moaned a guttural growl as I led with my tongue down the full length of his tower. I swallowed his cock down to his balls in one smooth fall. As my tongue flicked his orbs on each down stroke, I knew it wouldnt be too long before this young buck was going to shower my insides with his man-honey. I wasnt wrong.

    "Im going to cum, Mr. H.!" Old habits die hard, I suppose. It was surprising how much more turned on I got hearing him call me Mr. H. while his cock was in my mouth. Any fantasies I had about being with a man as young as he was were being fulfilled in the best way.

    His spasms started in earnest and he began pumping his jism into my hungry mouth. He nearly screamed as I kept sucking on his sensitive meat as he continued shooting volley after volley of hot juice into me.

    After he had settled down a bit, I thought for sure he would be like my husband and be done with any more activities, no matter what state of blue-balls I was in. I was pleased to see how wrong I was.

    He grinned a naughty grin, saying, "Your turn, Paul."

    Tony immediately began kissing my engorged lips, sucking on the lower one and working his way to the sensitive spot behind my ear. His lips and tongue slowly zigzagged their way down my body, from my neck to my shoulder caps, from my underarm to my nipples, then, down my tight abdomen to my pubic mound. As his tongue danced in my hair, Tony began making circles spiraling toward my balls.

    When he arrived at my large orbs, he gently sucked one into his mouth, laving it with his hot spit, flicking the hairs that covered my sac. When he was done with one, he moved to the other.

    His mouth began a journey up my thick, long shaft, flicking the large vein along the way. When he reached my cockhead, his wet lips slipped tightly over my crown and in one fell swoop, he dropped down the full length of my rigid rod. With firm pressure and whirling tongue, he began a pumping action on my cock. I could tell he was tasting my precum as he pleasured me. The feeling that he was enjoying this as much as I was nearly brought tears to my eyes, after years of neglect and sexual isolation. My hand reached to the back of his head, my fingers entwined in his hair. I stroked his head and ear as he continued to milk my raging shaft.

    I felt the rumbling initiate in my chest as I prepared to spew forth my seed. This young man, thirty years my junior, was sucking me to completion.

    "Im going to cum, Tony!" I warned, in case he wanted to move his mouth for the onslaught that was sure to arrive.

    He didnt flinch. He continued like a piston on my dick. In fact, the pressure on my meat increased and his pace grew to an allegro.

    "Unnnhhhhhhh!" I bellowed as my orgasm overtook me. My hot juices filled Tonys sweet mouth in volley after volley of ejaculate. I could sense he was swallowing my jism and could see a small, satisfied smile on his lips as he did so.

    When I was spent, he licked me clean and moved up my body to kiss me again. I tasted my own cum and his joy on his lips. It was certainly one of the sweetest tastes I had ever experienced before. We reclined together, touching one another, expressing our satisfaction and happiness at the days events.

    "This was more than I ever imagined, Paul," Tony said. I could hear in his voice how genuinely he meant each of his words.

    "Tony, you have given me a gift unlike anyone has ever given me before. Youve reminded that there is still life in my heart and body and that mutual pleasure is still possible. Thank you, my dear friend.

    "Since you were a boy, Ive loved you as a student and a friend. My love has now grown to a new level that I have to think about and make some choices." I said.

    "Me too, Paul. Ive loved you like this since I was a young boy. I just never thought Id get a chance to experience this. I feel like things are just going to get better for me now," Tony, said.

    There was a brief pause before Tony continued.

    "Is this ever going to happen again, Paul?" Tony asked shyly.

    "Oh, yes, mboy. It is going to happen again and this is just the beginning of the experiences we have yet to share."

    Tony smiled his beautiful, broad smile and flung his arms around me, holding me tightly.

    "Im really glad, Mr. C."


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