I want to share with you one of my first sexual experiences. This experience was very positive and I’ll probably use the scenario in one of the first films, I end up directing. It happened when I was in high school. I was only seventeen and very naive but I knew I wanted to have a romantic relationship with a man. Being a smart dude, I didn’t feel like I had much in common with my peers. I wanted to be with someone mature and intelligent, who really got me. And then it happened.
The problem, though, was it was with one of my teachers. Well he was a substitute teacher and one day, just like my magic I walk into, what I thought would be another boring class but there he was. Handsome, rugged and dashing. Our eyes met immediately and I know it was just as uncomfortable for him as it was for me. But I couldn’t help but stare at him, the whole time he was talking. I don’t even know what he said but I knew I had to have him.
I lingered after class so I could ask him some lame question. I told him I might need some help, with some tutoring (which of course I didn’t) and he agreed to meet me. He gives me his address. I show up that night at 8pm. I’m so nervous I’m shaking a bit. I have my best tee shirt on. He invites me in and we stare at each other. He tutors me for the next hour, then out of the blue offers me a beer. We talk and drink and I start to let go and feel comfortable with him.
I couldn’t help myself, I lean over and kiss him, he pauses, then kisses back. Well that was that. The next few hours were like out of a dream. I undid his pants then sucked his beautiful man cock. Clothes are everywhere and he has a fire going. He ends up fucking me by the fire. I’m on my back staring into his beautiful soulful intelligent eyes while he makes love to me. I could see the flicker of the flames illuminating his well defined muscular body. And he really did “make love” to me.
It was more than fucking and he did it in every position, taught me a few things. He turned me around and did me from behind, while I stared at the fire and he caressed my back while we fucked. We spent hours talking afterward and I hung on his every word (just as I was hung on his well …being hung) and thus began a wonderful romance. It didn’t feel wrong even though he was my teacher, it all felt so natural and it was very mutual.