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Trevor
Hair type: Hat
Ethinicity: North American
Cock Type: Uncut
Set Type: Pictures
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Pictures: 70 | Added: 12-18-2000
Hi there. I’m Trevor.
This is going to be the story of the first time I ever fell in love with another guy.
And I bet my story’s going to strike a chord, because the first guy I fell in love with was my schoolteacher.
I guess it happened when I was about 16 or so.
Mr White was my geography tutor and he was everything I wanted. He was tall, muscular, blonde, about 30 years old or so, I guess, and he was my hero. I just wanted him to take me into his strong arms and hold me there forever.
Of course, I never told him how I felt.
But, after bottling my feelings up for a couple of years I decided that just before I left school for college I was going to let him know. I knew, by now, that he was a cool kinda guy so I guessed that, even if he didn’t respond like I wanted, he’d treat me OK. In any case, I reckoned they weren’t going to kick me out of school and cause a big scandal when there were only two weeks before I was due to leave for good anyway. That weekend I was due to take some of the younger kids on a geography field trip with Mr White and a couple of other teachers. We’d got the kids off that morning and they were due to take a long walk all day. Mr White was supposed to stay at the base camp to prepare the evening food and, to everyone’s surprise, I volunteered to stay and help. Mr White and I had always got on well. He was easy to talk to. But we’d never even remotely talked about sex before and I was a little nervous as a result. I knew the guy wasn’t married - but for all I knew he might have a girlfriend or even half a dozen kids. Like kids do, I tried to put on my most seductive looks every time I looked at him that day. Most of the time he just looked back as though he thought I was going crazy. Once or twice, though, I got the impression of something like a smile playing around his lips and I thought I might as well carry on seeing how far I could go. I decided that it was best - less embarrassing - to let him see me in a way where he could choose to respond if he wanted to, rather than being right upfront about how I felt. Early in the afternoon I wandered off towards the edge of a nearby wood. I made sure I let him see the way I went. I knew that after a while he’d come looking for me - and I wanted to make sure that he found something worth seeing. Once I got into the edge of the wood I was sheltered by bushes. I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and tossed them aside. The cool air felt good on my bare butt after a morning’s hard work in the camp. I lay down on the grass for a minute and, almost immediately, as I thought about the next part of my plan, my dick started to wake up and get hard. What I’d decided to do was this. I’d worked out that, if I was going to get anywhere with this guy, I’d need to put him in a position where he’d be completely unable to resist me. Give him the slightest chance of getting out of it, I’d worked out, and he would. He wasn’t going to risk his job and everything just for the chance of getting off with one of his students. That meant that I had to make myself irresistibly sexy right at the moment he found me. I’d give him no option - if he was at all interested - except to party with me. So the first part of the plan was not just to be naked, but to be oozing sex appeal as well. I took off my top, lay back on the grass, spread my legs right apart so that anyone coming across me would also get a grandstand view of my big set of balls and the crack disappearing between my ass cheeks. Then I concentrated on getting my dick as hard as it could get. I knew that Mr White would soon need my help to put up a couple more tents. So it wasn’t a surprise that ten minutes or so later I heard footsteps approaching from the direction of our camp. I didn’t look up, even when the footsteps came to a sudden halt. I sensed that Mr White had stopped at the edge of the woodland and I guessed that now he must be looking through the bushes at me. I carried on jerking off and waited for more footsteps. But none came. Anyway, the next thing I knew I’d shot a massive load of hot, white cum all over my leg. As I lay there breathing heavily, I hoped that Mr White would come to me, take me in his arms and love me. But instead I heard his footsteps softly creeping away. He was going back to the campsite without saying a word - and without doing anything either. Later that night, when the kids had got back, eaten their meal and been sent to bed, I was called to his tent. Any thought I had that he was at last going to take me up on my offer crumbled to dust when I went in and found Mr White in deep conversation with my father. “Trevor”, Mr White said. “I’ve been talking to your father and we both agree that the best place for you right now is back home. He will be taking you tonight. Go to your tent now and pack your things.” Desolated, I couldn’t even argue. I went back to my tent and, between sobs, packed my bags. But my father did not come for me. I retraced my steps. I wanted to eavesdrop on what the two of them were planning for my future. It would, I guessed, be something awful. But I began to think that perhaps the future might not turn out quite so bad, after all. For there, in the gloom of the tent and no doubt assuming that they were completely safe from prying ears and eyes, were Mr White and my dad, giving each other the biggest, wettest and deepest kiss I’d ever seen in my life.
I still carried on, stimulated even more by the situation and the fact that I knew Mr White was watching.
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