This story is a fictitious product of my imagination. All characters are 18+
I'm Tony, nearly 19 when this happened. I'm 5'8", and lean. My 7" pens fills my underwear very nicely.
I will never forget my science teacher at high school. Having bombed my exams, I had to do another year, and then do retakes, something I hated. I made the most of the summer holiday, spending most of my time at the nearby beach with my mates. Luckily I bronzed, so by September I had turned a beautiful olive brown, wearing the smallest of white speedos for maximum tanning. Needing a piss one evening, I went to the public toilets. Stood at the end of the urinal was a guy in his 40s, masturbating. He went to put his cock away, so I stood beside him and took over the wanking, the first time I had held another man's dick. It felt great, and even better when he shot ribbons of cum onto the stainless steel. By now, my own dick had pushed over the top of my waistband, so I dropped them to my knees and knocked one out in front of him. All this not really gay, just a bit of fun. Having found out that it was a cottage, I met several men there that summer, getting bolder each time. After three weeks, I was taking them into a stall and sucking them off. If I was lucky, they did it to me.
Anyway, back to the story. Mid September saw me back at high school, in a class where the other students were a year younger, (and some of them quite pretty, I thought). We had a new science master. Mr. Johansson, a sexy Swedish man, with typical Nordic blond hair and bright blue eyes. Straight out of teacher training college, he could only have been four or five years older than me. He wore sharp light tan suits, that hugged his butt and showed off an impressive bulge. If I thought that the stuff in the toilets was harmless fun, Mr. Johansson told me that I likes guys. My nightly wanks were to dreams of my tutor. Rather than stand at the front of the room, he walked round, an air of confidence about him. My eyes followed his every move.
I studied hard, frequently calling him over just to smell his manly odours as he leaned over me. It gave me an erection. As the weeks went on, we became friends, I could call him Otto when out of earshot of other students. Summer turned to Autumn, and by the mid term break, I had swapped shorts for jeans or tight grey sweatpants. Otto still wore his suits, and had taken to not wearing a tie. Tufts of blond chest hair poked above the open collar. Fridays science lesson had been moved to the last lesson of the day. I deliberately dawdled, waiting for the rest of the class to make for the exits. "Do you have a problem, Tony?" "No Otto, well, yes and no." "What's the matter?" he asked, planting his bum on my desk. I blushed. "You can tell me anything, anything at all. I won't be offended." " I...I....I really like you." "Yes, I know, that's why I let you call me Otto." "No, I mean I REALLY, REALLY like you." "Do you mean sexually?" "Well, yes, I suppose so, I find you very attractive." "That's very sweet of you to say so. I like boys as well, but we can't do anything about it here, there are other tutors around and the janitors have started work. Perhaps we could meet for a drink tomorrow, somewhere where no one knows us. I suggested a pub in a nearby village. The Lamb Inn was a pretty village pub, with a secluded beer garden. We sat at a picnic bench making small talk, not knowing where to begin. Otto started, "I know you fancy me, and I find you attractive... however, I could lose my job. We will have to be very, very careful. Our fingers entwined, we leaned across the table, and had the briefest of kisses. Otto pulled away, "I shouldn't, I mean I can't. If only you were not my student, it would be okay." "Put me in for the exam at Christmas, I promise that I'll pass."
For the next two months I crammed, studying late into the night. On December the 15th I retook my science exam. On December the 29th I received a letter from the examining body. I opened it with shaking fingers. A distinction! Overjoyed, I ran excitedly round the house.
January 5th, I returned to school, eager to see Otto. I knocked on his study door, "Come in" "Ah, Tony, good news, I hope." I proudly showed him my certificate. He came round from behind his desk, and we had our first proper kiss. "You can come to my apartment now", he whispered in my ear.
Saturday morning found me at Otto's apartment, I rang the bell. A smiling Otto answered, "Come in, come in." Sat in opposite armchairs, drinking coffee, he said, "Tony, I want to take things slowly, let any romance grow organically." I agreed, saying, "We have waited so long, a few more weeks will make no difference". We chatted about college, laughing easily at some of the other students and tutors, more coffee, more chat, a polite kiss, and I left after arranging to meet the following week.
Once home, I texted him, saying how much I had enjoyed the morning, four kisses and three egg plant emojis. Roll on Saturdays. My jeans came off, and I spent the next hour edging myself to a massive orgasm. I took a picture of the cum and sent it on WhatsApp.
