I rang the doorbell, and suddenly realized that my hand was shaking slightly. I couldn’t understand why I would be nervous going over to see him. After all these years, I expected to be over it already. I’m a fully grown adult, and I couldn’t understand how he could still have this effect on me.
The door opened, and there he was. Oh, he wasn’t the same person that taught me high-school chemistry way back then. He had put on a bit more weight, he looked older, his hair was almost gone, and his mustache had turned white. But there was no mistaking that face that I was mesmerized with, and he was still this imposing, towering figure with big massive, wide chest and bulky built. He was almost how I remembered him.
"Yes?" he said, awaking me from my stare at him. I saw a questioning look in his eyes, as if he was seeing a familiar face but couldn’t quite place where.
"Mr. Horace. I’m Billy Marcon. I was in your Chemistry class back in … " I started to reply when he cut me off with a loud exclamation.
"Billy Marcon!!! Oh my goodness, boy! What a pleasant surprise!!" he cried out as he came forward and wrapped me in his arms for the most welcoming hug that I had ever had. I wasn’t expecting this, because even when I left high school, we only shook hands with him taping me on my shoulder. The sudden feel of his strong, solid body against mine was unexpected, but my cock was still starting to respond to his smell and the feel of his massive body as I hugged him back.
Luckily, the body contact didn’t last too long that he would have felt the growing lump in my jeans. He invited me in to his house.
"It is good to see you again, Billy. It has been, what, more than 10 years?" he said as we sat down.
"It has been at least that long, Mr. Horace." I replied, still unsure of myself, as I sat down and looked at him. "I am sorry that I wasn’t able to attend your wife’s funeral last year. I hope my parents conveyed to you my condolences."
He nodded. “They did, they did.” he replied. “I knew you were out of the country, so don’t apologize about it.”
"So how are you getting on, Mr. Horace?" I asked as I looked at him intently. Damn, even after all these years, my desire for this man hadn’t gone away. If anything, he looked even more desirable to me than back then.
"Oh, I’m doing fine. It took several months for me to get out of my self-pity after Alice passed away, but I know that she definitely did not want me to just stop living. So I’ve moved on, even though I still miss her." he replied. I see a hint of sadness in his face, and I had to stop the urge of leaping all over him and cuddle his body against mine.
"So how are you doing, Billy? I’ve heard a bit about you whenever I run into your parents in town. Job is going fine out there in the big city?" he asked as the smile returned to his face.
"Job is going well. Just got a promotion last month, so things couldn’t be better." I replied.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" he said. "So, any plans on getting married soon? I hope you get to share your life with a nice girl."
I swallowed hard. I somehow knew that this would come up. “Well, it’s like this, Mr. Horace. I’m gay.” I replied.
The room went silent, and I saw he was slightly taken aback by my reply. But it took only a few seconds later when he said something.
"Oh, Billy, I didn’t know. I’m sorry to ask you that question, it was highly presumptuous of me." he said.
"Don’t worry about it, Mr. Horace. How would you know? But I’m glad that you do now." I replied.
"Do your parents know?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. "I came out to them while I was in college. Mom said she knew already, and Dad said it didn’t change a thing. My siblings are also very supportive, so I feel lucky that my whole family didn’t make an issue out of it."
He smiled back at me. “I’m glad to hear that. And thank you for telling me, Billy. Your parents are correct, it doesn’t change a thing. You were still one of my best and favorite students that I ever had.” he said.
I did breathed a sigh of relief. Still, I knew that I was about to push my luck even further.
"Thank you for saying that, Mr. Horace. You were my most favorite teacher in high school. I learned a lot from you, and not just about Chemistry." I replied. I hesitated for a moment, but decided to just go for it.
"In fact," I continued, "you were also my first crush."
I held my breath as I looked at him. His eyes opened wide in surprise at what I said.
"Billy… I…. I don’t know what to say. I never realized…. " his voiced trailed as he never completed what he wanted to say. I could tell that a million things must be running through his head. He stared at me intently. It was a different look, as if he was seeing me differently for the first time. And then, I saw it. I noticed his eyes started to scan me, all of me, as if he was noticing me not as that teenager that was in his classroom, but as an adult male in the prime of his life.
"I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Mr. Horace," I finally said to him. "I don’t even know why I told you that. But you were the first person I had a crush on. And to be honest with you, you still look damn good."
Again, I saw that surprise on his face, but a few seconds later, it was followed by a smile, followed by a quiet laugh.
"Thanks Billy. I know that I should be flattered by what you said." he replied. I was relieved that he was not offended by what had transpired.
There was a slight moment of silent and neither one of us knew what to say next.
Then, out of the blue, I heard his voice. “Billy, do you still have a crush on me?”
It only took me a couple of seconds to nod my head yes. I could see in his face that he was thinking of something.
"I live alone now," he continued. "and I haven’t been with anyone since Alice died. I didn’t know if anyone would want me, at my age. But you’ve just changed all that, Billy. I suddenly feel a desire in me that I haven’t felt in a long, long time."
I heard what he said, but I couldn’t understand where he was going with it. Still, I made another decision to go for it.
"I would love to fulfill your desire, Mr. Horace." I whispered, as if not wanting the rest of the world to hear me.
His eyes bored into mine, as if wanting to seek me out. Then he asked me a question I never expected to hear. “Billy, would you come with me to my bedroom?”
I could feel my dick coming back to life. “I’d love to, Mr. Horace”.
He stood up and held out his hand towards me. I took it and stood up. He grabbed me and our lips connected in the hottest kiss that I had ever had. His hunger seemed to match mine as our tongues explored each other’s mouth.
When we broke apart, he smiled at me and then said “Billy, stop calling me Mr. Horace. Call me Jack.”
I spent the rest of the day getting to know Jack’s naked body, and teaching him all about man-to-man sex.