First encounter type situation...bi/straight.
Behaving Badly...
I'd been called to the high school for a parent/teacher conference regarding the behavior of my son during math class. He was basically a good kid, but had a temper that needed some major control. It was early evening and I'd had a rough day. Being a single parent was something more than I'd bargained for and my urges to "cut loose" raged out of control at times. Probably had something to do with my son's behavior problems. Regardless, I wasn't in the mood to get a lecture on the how-to's of control. Shit, I could barely keep myself under control. My appointment with the teacher was early evening. I had time to grab a cold beer, do a quick change from my corporate attire and get into the jeans, boots and T-shirt I lived in after hours. Stopped to check out how I looked and noticed that the workouts were paying off. Some definition in the pecs and good muscle tone in the arms. Thanks to the family genes, my long legs had always been in good shape. I rubbed at my nipple and they immediately got hard. A response that I wasn't too surprised at. I was so in need of a fuck or blow job. Anything at this point. The meat between my legs began to stir and quickly filled the already snug fitting jeans. It ached slightly and I considered a quick jerk off session in front of the mirror. It would have to wait and I forced myself to stop. Damn. I grabbed a light jacket on the way out to the truck; the fall rain had continued into the night. I toyed with the idea of calling the teacher, rescheduling the appointment and running off to the bar. Just might get lucky. My conscious got the best of me and I continued to the high school. Strange feeling coming into the parking lot. The rain. Street lights leading the way. Almost felt like I should break into a Gene Kelly song and dance routine. The lot was nearly empty and I pulled into one of the handicap parking spaces near the front door. I sat for a while longer and listened to the end of an Ella Fitzgerald song that I'd grown to like quite well. Didn't think Ella would ever replace my country western music, but as of late; I'd broadened my horizons and started a jazz collection of the "sultry ladies of jazz". A nice change. Realizing I was almost late for the meet, I shut off the truck, jumped out onto the wet pavement without a second thought and immediately slipped and fell into the standing water. My legs buckled under me and I layed there for a second wondering just what in the hell had happened. Grabbed the running board and pulled myself up. Cussing the entire time. I knew I should of went to the bar! I was soaking wet. Thinking I should go back home, I decided to let the teacher know what had happened and ran into the school. My clothes clung to me like a second skin. I took off my jacket and proceeded to the office. I could hear the teacher finishing up with some other parents and waited until they came out. We all stood there in quiet disbelief at what I looked like. I attempted a half-assed explanation and the parents left laughing. The teacher asked if I was all right and introduced himself. "Just call me J.D., I prefer to be on the informal side with parents" he said. We stood in the hallway for a brief awkward moment. He held his eyes on my crotch just a little too long for comfort and I broke the silence with an apology about my looks. He invited me in. I immediately offered to reschedule, but he said that I was his last appointment and we could do this in a hurry if I could deal with the wet clothes. I conceded. We managed to keep everything on a professional level at first and he explained that he was the substitute math teacher for a couple of months; trying to deal with the usual "out of control, hormonal thing that a lot of teens experience". I half-heartedly laughed and mentioned that they weren't the only ones having that sort of a problem. I started to shiver and J.D. immediately offered me the opportunity to change into a set of dry sweats. I hesitated and caught myself staring into his clear, blue eyes. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and sported a full head of wavy dark blond hair. Trimmed at the sides and back. We didn't speak and he stared back. I contrasted his look. My short military-style dark hair, dark eyes... and shivering body. I tried to dismiss what was happening, but J.D. visually assured me with a smile and rose to take command of the situation. He told me to follow him to the locker room. Our footsteps seemed to echo forever down the desolate hallway and I found myself wondering if J.D. was to be trusted. Alone with a stranger. The thought of warm clothes comforted me and I tried to peel off my T-shirt as we got close to the locker room door. The waxed floors reflected the exit light nearby and J.D. carried my jacket. As luck would have it, I was stuck. The shirt wouldn't come off and I struggled as J.D. opened the door for me. He started to laugh and I was thankful that the shirt covered my face and my embarrassment. He guided me inside. I felt his hands in the dark as he tried to help with my dilemma. The closeness of his warm body excited me and my heart quickened. I could smell him. A man's smell, I thought. With his help, the shirt came off with ease and we stood in the dark, just beyond the door. Listening to the breathing and feeling the warmth. His hand touched my hairy chest. Ever so gently. Guiding himself to my nipple. I struggled with whether I should let this continue. Fuck, why not. The man is good-looking. We're alone. Who cares. Besides, this is something I've always wondered about. I felt his hands on my pecs and he bent closer and kissed me once just below the ear. Our mouths were close now and he took my hands and directed them to the buttons on his shirt, then left me to finish. I was shaking; not with the chills, but at the thoughts that were racing through my head and at the raging hard-on that started to fill my jeans. It seemed to take forever to get his shirt off. He gently kissed my lips a couple of times; in more of a reassuring way than one of passion. That would come later, I was sure. "So, it looks like Daddy is out of control also"? he said. His hand pulling at my jeans, desperately seeking my full cock. His shirt now open, I reached in and moved my arms to his back, pulling him to me. Chest to chest. He was firm and smooth. Not bulky, but nice. Very nice. We let our emotions take hold and our lips move to each other. Quiet and gentle at first, then more vigorous. Tongues catching each other and I thought it would be forever before I found my breath again. We parted. J.D. took my hand and guided me to the dimly lit locker room. We took turns taking off the rest of our clothes. I sat on the bench as he stood directly in front of me and slipped out of his pleated pants. His semi-hard dick hung down the leg of his white boxer shorts; they were the shorter ones with a small slit on each side. His pants fell to the floor and he moved them off to the side with his foot, then bent over to take off his socks and shoes; kissing me. I reached out, removed his glasses and gently laid them on the bench behind me. Then put my hands to the sides of his head and pulled him harder to me. His mouth and tongue exploring my neck. The semi hard-on was now full and begged to be released as he stood back upright. J.D. wanted his turn now and I obliged. He leaned against the cool metal locker door, arms folded and looking too hot for words. The rim of his cock pressing against his shorts. I knew that getting my damp jeans off was not going to be an easy job and I told him that he may have to help. His eyes lit up and with a sinister look to his face he remarked that it would be difficult to do, but that he would somehow find it within himself. I knew that. I took my time with the button fly. Not because I wanted to...I had to. The wetness made it difficult. J.D. encouraged me. I finished and moved to pull them down; my briefs going with them. Decided I'd do a little teasing myself and reached in to keep the briefs up just enough to cover. As if wet briefs are going to hide anything. I was so hard the head of my cock started to push out the top. I grabbed myself and moved it to the side. My jeans down at my thighs. J.D. then came to the rescue. He saw my dilemma and sank to his knees. Towels from the afternoon workouts scattered the locker room floor and the smell of men was everywhere. I loved it. He began to pull at my jeans; his face at crotch level. We looked at each and I pushed myself closer to him. Teasing at first. We finished taking off the boots and jeans, doing some playing along the way. He would grab my ass and I would pull his face into my hard dick. Not letting him suck...yet. This was fun and the excitement of the circumstances, the possibility of getting caught and just letting my inhibitions go made this an experience I was thoroughly enjoying. Didn't know if he did this on a regular basis or what. Didn't care and didn't ask. I lifted J.D. up to me and we embraced. Grinding our bodies together. I had precum all over my groin and could easily have shot a load right there. "Let's hit the showers, stud" he said. I agreed and we did some fun grab-assing on the way. We turned on two of the shower heads on either side of the tiled stall. The hot steam encompassed the entire room and it gave us a false sensation of security. We let the water shoot down our backs, thoroughly wetting our underwear and making our hard-ons even more apparent. I stared at him and he back at me. I moved my hand inside my briefs and began to stroke my cock. Slow and easy. J.D. stepped over in front of me and finished pushing the briefs down. At the same time, going down to give me a quick bite on the nipple and burying his unshaven face in my hairy stomach. This time I would let his mouth take my meat and suck...as hard as he wanted. The water hit my shoulders, moved over my body and down over his face; naturally combing his hair back into a sleek, wet look. He moved to the head of my dick and grabbed the shaft. Running his tongue over the pulsing head. Precum leaked out and dripped down his chin. He started to jack me off and I loved it. I reached up over and behind me and grabbed the shower-head arm. Holding on with both hands. The water beating hard against the back of my neck and shoulder blades. J.D. knew exactly what to do and buried his face in my balls. Licking, gently biting at my sack and sucking my low-slung balls into his mouth. All the while, sliding his hand up the length of my shaft and back down. I groaned out loud. Soft at first, then louder. This felt great and he switched from sucking me to jacking me off. The heat of the shower and the warmth of his mouth around my cock was a far cry from laying in the water outside; not more than an hour ago. His fingers moved around my hairy buttocks and he pulled me to him. His mouth took all of me and wanted more. I couldn't contain myself much longer. I told him. He knew exactly what to do. With one hand, his fingers found the space between and below my tight balls. He pushed in and held fast. His other hand moved up my hard rock of flesh and stroked...quick and hard. Up over the head and back down. Several times. I couldn't keep from shooting my load any longer. J.D. held on and kept stroking. I pushed out hard and he kept holding my cum in at the base of my cock. I held onto the shower-head arm with all that I could. Jerking with sheer ecstasy. J.D. leaned back, let go and I pushed a huge load of cum all over his face and chest. The release was the ultimate and seemed to last forever. He teased the pulsing head of my dick and more cum spewed onto his hand. I finally let go and started to drop. J.D.'s strong hands held me up and our mouths came together for a long passionate kiss. It felt so good and so right. Regaining some strength, I wanted to get him off and we sank to the floor of the shower. I laid on top of him. The water danced around us and we felt too secure. I'd forgotten where we were and the chance we were taking. He ask me to straddle his face, so he could suck on my testicles and still semi-hard cock. He wanted to jack himself off. I reached behind me as his tongue flicked at my balls. I pinched his extended nipples and he arched his back with excitement. He wanted more and I gave it to him. Pulling back, I shoved my cock into his mouth and let him suck as much as he wanted. And he wanted it bad. I started to get hard again and he sucked even harder. All the while, stroking himself and enjoying it. It didn't take long before he let go with a wad that splattered all over my back. He pulled himself up as much as his muscles would allow and gave everything he had. My cock was hard again and sore. A good sore; one that I would remember. J.D. was spent and I moved over him like a cat. Laying on top of him and smearing the fresh cum everywhere. We kissed quietly and embraced; letting ourselves sink into each others flesh. After a quick shower, we dressed. I put on the sweats he loaned me and gathered up the wet clothes. We didn't have much to say and did a little joking about my son's behavior; which then led to a comment about me. No other plans to connect were made, but J.D. did say that if my son's behavior did not improve, we may have to have another parent/teacher conference. I laughed and walked out to my truck. I started the engine and did a quick reflection on what had happened. This experience with a man would stay with me for a long time and my tender cock already swelled at the memory.
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