Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 19:59:16 -0700
From: Dan B <pnub1113@gmail.com>
Subject: After All Those Years - Chapter 3

Author's note:  This is true story and this is my first attempt to capture
it.  It is really fun for me to recall all these events.


Wow after all these years I finally remembered the professor's name, David
Robinson.  I wish I could find him but his last name is very popular.

I have tried to find him but to no avail.

What would I say to him if I could find him?

I would say, "David thank you for being so kind, generous and gentle.  I
really enjoyed your company in and out of bed.  Sucking each other's cocks
on your luxurious bed still gives me a stiffy when I think about it."

Later in the second year at that small farm town's high school I was
contacted by the school where I had student taught.  They were wanting to
fill a position and asked me to apply.  I did, they offered and I accepted
the position to start in the fall..

I was playing roulette a bit at that time because I accepted the position
but I had also just been drafted and given a date to report.  So I packed
up all my worldly belongings and drove to the east coast to my parent's
home.  The next day I reported for my pre-draft physical. I failed because
of a sever allergy.  I had no idea that would effect my draft status but I
was glad  because I really disagreed with the U.S. being in Vietnam.

Brace yourselves for a major twist!!!!!

The day I failed my physical I made a date with a high school classmate
that I had dated a few times.


I proposed that night and we were married less than a month later.  This
began many years of no playing.  I was true to my vows for about eight
years.  I had had a bad teaching experience and resigned after three years.
so we moved to Cape Cod, MA and I became a carpenter's helper.  The salary
sucked but I really enjoyed doing physical labor after all those years in
school, two degrees and about fourteen years of teaching secondary
education.  I needed a break.

I worked outside most of the time except for on the cold winter days.  When
it was warm I worked shirtless in a pair of denim cutoffs and work boots.
I was very tanned and became quite buff.  The contrast of the tanned skin
and my black hairy chest made quite a few heads turn.

I remember when and where I deviated so to speak.  My wife was working for
a for a company who really took care of their employees.  Every year the
owner of the company took about fifty people (managers and spouses) on a
vacation. We were on Paradise Island at Club Med and our whole group was
spread all over the resort having fun and drinking.  I was drinking too
much but I still know exactly what I was doing.  It was after 3:00 a.m. and
I was still going strong even though almost everyone had gone to bed.  I
had my eye on Bob.  He was a very young manager (20's) who was not married
and did not date.  A few people had speculated that he might be gay so that
perked up my ears.  I "happened" to run into Bob in one of the bars that
had not yet closed.  After talking awhile I pretended I needed help getting
back to my room where my wife had gone to bed before midnight.  So Bob
offered to walk me back.

We took a detour by way of the beach.  I remember that there was no visible
moon.  It was so dark that we could barely see each other.  We were walking
side by side when I stopped and turned to him.  My hand reached for his
package and he jumped.  That led to a short discussion on his confusion
about his sexuality.  My hand returned to his package and I just massaged
his cock through his pants.  He tried to continue the conversation but his
concentration wavered because of my massage.  I unzipped his pants and
slipped my hand in.  I had just gotten my bare hand on his hard, bare cock
when we heard something.  I think it was a groan and we concluded that
there was someone close by doing the same things we were doing.  It was so
dark and we both were scared about getting discovered.  My hand was removed
from its find and Bob walked me back to my room.  We stopped just short of
my dark room and I gently kissed Bob on the lips.  I believe that was a
first for him to have another man's hand on his cock and to kiss another
man on the lips.

The next day Bob and I avoided each other and we all left the island on an
evening plane back to reality.  I never saw Bob again.

The next dry spell lasted about seven years.  My mother's family organized
a family reunion.  It was great to see the aunts, uncles, cousins and their
families.  Of course it was GREAT to see Steve after all those years even
though I had not idea how he would treat me.  By then he had been married
many years and they had two children who were now in the teens.  His mother
and I had made up a few years earlier so things between families were fine.

At one point during the reunion Steve and I finally were fairly alone when
he said.

"Do you ever fly fish anymore?"

I said, "I haven't been fly fishing since I left the camps."

"Would you like to?" he asked.

I said, "Sure, I think that would be fun."

He explained that he and four other guys had a lease on some paper company
land on a pond that was filled with brook trout, and he wanted me to go
there.

We set a date, cleaned up from the reunion and went our separate ways.

Now you may start to see the reason for my title, "After All Those Years."

I'll start working on Chapter 4 tomorrow.

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