Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 20:48:29 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: What was I thinking, part five

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What was I thinking, part five


As I was cleaning up the bath room I heard the phone ring.  I called out
for John to take it. After all I was on all four on the bath room floor. I
heard him pick up and soon after he was standing in the doorway.

"Hey Dad"

"Hello John, who was that on the phone?"

"It was Dave. His father is taking him hiking and wondered if I wanted to
come along. Steve is going too"

"Do you want to go?"

"Well... Yes and no, I'm not sure"

"What do you mean you're not sure? Aren't Dave and Steve your best
friends?"

"Yeas they are, and that is why I want to go. But I also want to stay here
with you"

"My dear son, I will still be here when you come back. I will miss you very
much though"

"There is one more thing. Ever since I got to touch you, just thinking
about you gives me a hard-on. I'm not kidding Dad, my dick is hard now ALL
the time. I'm afraid that they will notice and start asking about it"

"It sounds to me like your horny little mind might need to concentrate on
something else. I think you should go on the trip. I know you have been
fooling around with Dave and Steve before, maybe you can use what you have
learned and teach them a trick or two?"

"That would only make them ask where I got the idea!"

"Just tell them you found an old dirty magazine under you old mans bed. You
read it and got curious. What ever you do, don't tell them about what we
have been up to"

"I know dad. I have promised not to tell, and I will not"

"Good. Then I suggest you go pack for a night under the stars and I'll drop
you off as soon as you are ready"

John left to go pack. The thought of him playing with Dave and Steve
lingered in my mind. The three of them feeling each other up and taking
turns sucking. No surprise I was hard again now. How I would love to see
the three of them fooling around!

I got dressed in a hurry and got Dave's father on the phone. I told him I
would drop John off shortly, and to take good care of my boy. He promised
that no harm would come to either of them on the trip. They were not hiking
far and he had been there before. There were not many dangerous things to
encounter. Never the less he promised to take good care of John and bring
him safely back the next day.

After I had dropped John off I didn't want to go back to the empty
apartment. It really was a lovely day, so I decided to park back home and
take a longer walk. I really needed to get my head around the strange, yet
wonderful thing that had happened.  I ended up in a café about an hour's
slow walk from home. It was crowded, but I was lucky and found a
table. After the second beer a strangely familiar man came up to the
table. He was about 10 years younger than me had dark hair in short and
youthful style

"Do you mind if sit at your table?"

"No I don't mind. I've been deep in thought all day and could use some
company"

Before he sat down he reached out his hand and introduced himself as Stanly
McFly.

"You can just call me Stan"

"I'm Frank, nice to meat you"

Since it was crowded Stan ended up sitting more next to me, than across. I
got to take a good look at him. He had the most intriguing eyes. A colour
that was both green and blue. He wore a tight fitting T-shirt that showed
off his very trim body. It made me feel old and out of shape. I could not
shake the feeling that I had seen him before and curiosity won over
courtesy.

"Have we met before? You seem so familiar?"

"Actually we have met briefly. I am a PE teacher and your son is one of my
students. John is his name, isn't it?"

"I have a son and his name is John, but how do you recognize me if we only
met once?"

"I see you walk John to school every day. The two of you are so much alike,
there was really no question about the relation"

"He takes all his good look from his dad"

I said it as joke and Stan did laugh at my joke. I did, however feel he
almost said something, but kept it to him self.

After some chit-chat Stan looked at me and asked;

"Where is John's mother?"

"She was killed by a drunk driver when John was 4"

"I'm so sorry Frank. I really didn't mean to pry. I'm just one of those
hopelessly curious people"

"Apology accepted. It was a long time ago, and I have moved on with my life
since then"

That was strictly not true. After I had gotten custody of John I had spent
my energy on him, not me. I no longer grieved Elain, but could honestly not
say I had moved on. Stan seemed to notice my hesitation and decided to let
his curiosity take the best of him.

"If you don't mind me asking Frank, what have you been thinking so deeply
about?"

It was an honest and fair question that at least gave me the impression
that Stan cared. He had no way of knowing that my thoughts could not be
talked about. There was just no way I could tell him. Instead I came up
with a lame story about how I was worried about John. Stan listened to my
story without interrupting. I tried to keep it as simple as possible. I
could feel his leg rubbing up against mine. For some reason that simple
touch made my cock react. When I was done Stan surprised me. He slid one
hand over and placed it on my thigh.

"You know Frank. I understand your worry, but you are not the only one who
keeps an eye on the kid"

Before I could slap him, he quickly added;

"As teachers we do keep an eye on our students. We do what we can to make
them happy. At least I'm one of those teachers who actually care"

My first urge to slap him vanished, and was replaced by a need to kiss
him. His hand was sending electrical shots into my body. I found myself
uncontrollably horny. I managed to keep myself from kissing him. Instead I
placed my hand on top of the one he kept on my thigh and said;

"Would you like to go somewhere more private and continue this
conversation?"

I saw the sparkle in his eye and knew he wanted to leave, long before I
heard him accept my offer. Of all the men out there I had to get the hots
for my son's PE teacher. WHAT WAS I THINKING!

It turned out he lived a short 5 min walk from the café. As soon as the
door closed behind us we kissed deeply and with a passion I had forgotten I
had in me. I was so horny at this point I would do anything to get his
cloths off and my cock up his ass. I needed to fuck this PE teacher, right
here and right now!

Our cloths seemed to melt away. Before we got to the bed we were both butt
naked and our cocks were hard and ready. Stan lay down on his back and
pulled me on top of him. I got to kiss and examine every inch of him as I
moved my way downwards. His chest had a soft and dark coating of brown
fur. Not so much as I was expecting. As I moved down and kept kissing his
skin I felt his cock rub against my own chest. In contrast to him, my chest
was smooth with only a few hairs around my nipples. Once I got down to his
cock I was impressed. It was curved slightly upwards, not as thick as my
own, but longer. I had a good 10 inches of cock in my face. He had big
heavy balls as well and I started by letting my tongue roll all over
them. From there I started to lick and kiss my way up his cock. On the top
I was greeted by a perfectly shaped purple head, all wet with pre-cum. I
inhaled his manly sent and started to suck on Stan's cock.

It had been too long since I had a man to play with. I enjoyed sucking and
making him moan under my treatment. I did not want him to shoot just yet. I
was just getting started.

"Roll over Stan. I need to fuck you ass"

Stan rolled over and got out of a bottle of lube from the night stand next
to the bed. He tossed it at me. Then he turned on his stomach and pulled
his knees under himself. When he went on to push his upper body down, his
cunt was shining straight at me.

"I am a bit tight, so go easy on me, OK?"

"I am extremely horny Stan, so I'll do my best to be gentle. I promise
nothing though"

Stan did not object, so I went on to lube him up. I tested his ass with a
finger to see just how tight he was. He was really tight. So tight, that he
complained when I started to push my second finger into him. I went easy on
him and kept fingering him with one finger for some time. I used my middle
finger in order to get as much lube as fare in as I could. Gradually he
began to relax and his hole opened up.

Suddenly the image in front of me changed. It was no longer Stan's ass I
was fingering. I saw it transform into John's virgin butt. The lube turned
into cum that covered his balls and but. I had not fucked John, but God
knew I had wanted to that evening. Now I had my chance to at least do some
serious fucking! I pulled my finger out and started to rub my cock against
his opening. I was pushing, just not hard enough to penetrate his tight
ass. In the end Stan started to beg.

"Come on Frank and fuck my ass. You are driving me crazy!"

He did not have to ask me twice. Still seeing John's pink pussy in front of
me, I pushed harder and started sliding into his ass. I felt his muscles
clamp down on my head as it got through the opening. It made his ass even
tighter. Slowly I kept feeding Stan my 8,5 inch cock. It did not take long
before I was all the way in, and felt his butt against my stomach. I
started fucking him in long and slow takes, really enjoying him. I pulled
so fare back I almost pulled my cock out, before I pushed it back
in. Seeing John's butt and my cock sliding in and out, quickly had my
orgasm building up. The speed increased and I ended up slamming my cock
into Stan. Just before I was ready to cream him, I felt his muscles clamp
down on my cock. Stan let out a low growl and I realized he was cumming
just from me fucking him. As Stan's cum stained the sheets, my jizz
splashed against the inner walls of his ass. My orgasm was so intense, I
lost it and the world went black.

When I came to, I was still on top of Stan. My cock was till inside him
too. Carefully I pulled it out and sank into the damp sheets next to him.

"Where did you learn to fuck a man like that? That was the best fucking I
have ever had!"

"Well Stan, you are not the first man I fuck, and my ass has been fucked
its share of times too. I used to live a gay life before I became a father"

"No kidding, I had you figured for a too horny straight guy"

"You are right about the `too horny' part. It has been a long time since I
had the opportunity to really fuck another man. I take it you are all gay?
It must be hard for you to see all those young men in PE class all day
long?"

I phrased it as a statement, but it sounded like a question. From Stanly's
face, he took it as an accusation. Before he could start a defensive I put
one finger against his lips.

"Please Stan, I did not mean to imply or accuse you of anything. I'm sorry
I said that"

He looked at me with wild eyes. The fire in them seemed to diminish before
he lowered his head and said;

"Apology accepted...

The way he reacted made me feel like he was holding something back. It felt
and looked as if Stan actually had a big dose of shame connected to this
topic. I lifted his chin up and looked him in the eye.

"Do the young naked boys make your working day hard?"

Stan could not look away and let out a sound I could not hear.

"What was that?"

"Yes. I get turned on by the young men running naked in the locker room"

Stan's face turned into an expression I can only describe as pure
agony. The very instant I saw that face my own guilt hit me with the force
of a sledgehammer. Stan was having a hard time hiding his hard-on at
work. He was after all surrounded by young adolescent kids all day. In his
case they often ran around naked too. I was the one letting my son suck my
cock. I was the one who had just fucked Stan, pretending it was my own son!
This revelation made me jump out of the bed. It was a short lived explosion
of energy. By the time I got to the next room I all but collapsed on Stan's
couch.

Stan came after me wrapped in a sheet. The agonizing expression on his face
was still there. His head was bowed down and he reminded me of a child who
got caught doing something he knows he should not be doing. It was
unbearable.

"So are you going to tell the school board?"

"No. I will do no such thing Stanly"

"How can you not do that? You know I get turned on by young adolescent boys
and I'm you son's PE teacher"

"Sit down Stan. You are not the only one who has secrets"


---To be continued---

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