History

About half way though my career, I started working in a secondary school in the 90s as a history teacher, mostly working with A-Level students.

There were two lads in my Year 13 class who were clearly gay although I don’t think they realised it yet. One, Christian, took quite a shine to me and was always asking for extra help and giving me sob stories when he submitted and assignment late, trying to make me feel sorry for him. I got the impression that things weren’t great at home and rumour on the school grapevine (gossiping teenage girls who don’t realise their teachers have ears) was that his girlfriend was trying to get him to do things he clearly didn’t want to do. 

Christian was a quiet, good looking lad. Tall, dark and handsome. His hair was shaggy and his jeans were always a size too small - showing off a pretty impressive bulge. There were quite a few times where I was sure he was adjusting himself a bit too much in class and often looked like he was sporting a boner down the right leg of his jeans. While I maintained a professional distance, I did feel for him and tried to get him to open up to his peers and talk to people about his feelings. Sadly, legislation at the time prevented me from talking to him about it directly. 

He made it through his A-Levels and moved on but stayed in touch. He’d sometimes unexpectedly arrive at school events and always made a point of coming to talk to me. By the end of the following year, he’d come out and was definitely dressing the part of an openly gay man in the 90s!

One day, out of the blue, he invited me out for a drink with him and his boyfriend Brian - who also happened to be an ex-student of mine. Now I understood why he kept appearing at school. 

Brian was stunning, a few months younger and the year below Christian. He was one of those boys who flaunted everything they had, constantly flirting with everyone - including his teachers. We’d laugh about his antics in the staff room at lunch. His PE teacher commented once that he ‘fell out’ of his shorts playing rugby and she nearly fainted. Apparently he was as thick as a baby’s arm. I had to find out for myself but obviously had no opportunity at school. 

Christian mentioned that they had been struggling to find ‘time on their own’, both still living with their parents. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see these lads in a more private setting so I offered to put them up when we went for a drink in town. My house was only a few minutes walk from the nearest pub and the spare room had a double bed, I assured him they could stay and do what they liked. Secretly hoping it would be a loud, bed squeaking fuck.

The night arrived and they dropped their stuff at my place. We walked to the pub, had a few drinks, chatted about what they’d been up to since leaving school, etc. 

About half way through the night, Christian went to the toilet and Brian immediately turned on the charm. 

‘Mr H, are you ok with me and Christian having sex tonight?’

‘We’ll I’m not daft - I know that’s why he told me about you two not having alone time. Of course I don’t mind, its why I offered to let you stay at mine. You’re both adults. And please stop calling me Mr. H. I’m not your teacher anymore.’

‘Thanks ‘Mark’. I promise we won’t make too much noise.’  He winked. I got hard. 

Christian came back and Brian disappeared. I got the same question from Christian and just smiled and nodded at him. Clearly they were gagging to get in each other’s pants. 

I’d need to do something about my throbbing dick before the night was over too - at least they had a plan.

After last orders, we stumbled back to mine. Brian was doing his usual flirting route and telling me I was an amazing teacher, friend, blah, blah. Then he stopped talking for a minute and got this stupid grin on his face. I noticed Christian had his hand down the back of Brian’s trousers. He was clearly fingering Brian or at least playing with his hole while they walked along. So hot - my jeans were straining.

We got back to mine and had a few more drinks. The lads started kissing on the sofa with Brian making eyes at me and winking again. I decided it was time to go to bed and leave them to it. As much as I wanted to stick around - I didn’t want to cramp their style. I’m in my late 30s, what would two 19 year olds want with me? I was far too self conscious to stay.

Just as I got to the top of the stairs, I heard Christian gasp and a little choke - I know what Brian’s doing, I thought and smiled to myself.

I turned off the light, closed the bedroom door and tucked myself in to bed, settling in to dealing with my raging hardon. Straining to hear what was going on downstairs, only hearing an occasional gasp, giggle and moan.

About 10 minutes in, I heard them creeping up the stairs and whispering outside my bedroom door. I heard Brian say something about opening my door to ‘see’. I decided to fein sleep and rolled over to face away from the door.

Then the door creaked open and I saw Brian peering through the door in the mirror by the bed. It was too dark for him to see me but I saw him clearly with Christian looking over his shoulder. They were both completely naked, silhouetted by the hall light in the mirror, my dick just got harder.

‘Mr. H? Mark, you awake?’

‘See, I told you he’d be sleeping.’

‘I know but I needed to try. I was really hoping he would.’

‘Come on B, let’s get to bed. I’m going to fuck you silly.’

‘Mmmmmmm, you better. I was hoping for his dick too.’

‘Maybe next time.’ 

FUCK YES I thought. But I was shaking like a leaf and frozen in place that this was happening. I decided I was too chicken to make it known I was awake so stayed quiet.

They left my bedroom door open and turned to the bedroom opposite. I saw both their peachy teen arses run across the hall and into their room. As they opened the door, I realised I would have a full view of the bed from this position. PLEASE leave the door open…..