The Teacher and Me

The soft rustle of air bubbles bursting in a hottub under the moon and Ron's thigh touching mine made the perfect romantic setting.

Several years ago Ron West had been my English Lit teacher during my senior year at Sayville high school. Back in the day he had been my first crush. A gay teen boy pining for a teacher could only bring trouble for both of us so I had to accept unrequited love.

The six-footer is a hunk. Dark hair frames his square face. He has bow-shaped lips, a straight nose, brown eyes and dimpled cheeks. On a few occasions I had silently imagined him naked, his toned physique, and of course, his cock.

"A penny for your thoughts," he quipped, his voice barely audible over the rustle.

"Memory lane took me back to 12th grade."

"OH?"

"Do you recall the day in March?"

"Yes I do (recall it). You came out to me."

"You didn't come out to me."

"It was much safer to hide it from you. Besides, I was in a relationship at the time."

"What happened?"

"He was cheating. As if that wasn't bad enough he stole money from me."

I nodded.

"That sucks."

The night I had discovered Ron's sexuality was a Friday, the venue a gay bar called Apollo. Having just completed my nursing degree, I was celebrating an accomplishment when our eyes met and he gave a sign of recognition.

A yawn betrayed sleepiness as I slouched against the side of the tub.

"Am I keeping you up?"

"In more ways than one," I quipped.

He grinned, understanding the innuendo.

His hand went to my thigh and crept toward my manhood making it hard. I put my hand over his.

Ron and I often indulge in public displays of affection. Neither of us care about what anyone thinks or says. Nor do we care about the 10 year age gap.

After about 5 minutes he pressed his lips to mine. Intense passion soon made the kiss give way to tongue kissing. Second after second passed. Meanwhile, I felt his hand close around my erection so I did likewise to him.

I yawned again.

"Sleepy," he asked.

"Yah, but"


"but what," he asked, challenging me to finish the sentence.

As we walked slowly to the door my eyes shifted downward.

He knew what I wanted to do without me betraying my desire.

When we settled into the sofa I leaned against him and he placed his arm around my shoulder.

"Go for it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I closed my hand around the six-inch shaft that is my hard penis. His eyes locked onto my lap. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly my dick sent a short white stream that landed about an inch to the right of my navel. More steams left more streaks on my lower torso.

Satisfied with the orgasms, I stopped jerking it. My arm went to rest by my side.

"I never tire of watching you."

"I never tire of doing it."

Ron had known since the early days of our relationship that I masturbate frequently. That truth had come out while sitting on a porch swing looking at a glowing moon.

When we finally retired to the bedroom I lay on my right side on the kingsize mattress. His thick cock slid in and out slowly. Soft grunts escaped my throat as the orifice stretched to accommodate his tool.

Morning came. I had slept like a baby. Ron was making coffee while I was making the bed. Having completed the task, I sauntered into the kitchen, poured a coffee and joined the love of my life outside.

He set the cup down on the table.

"How did you sleep?"

"Great, what should we do today?"

"You decide," he replied.

"The summer's almost over. Are you looking forward to going back to school?"

"It's a challenging job, teaching. Having a teenage boy trying to get me out of my pants doesn't make it easier."

The cup stopped half way to my mouth.

"Did you come out at work?"

"Yes I did. I just didn't tell anyone that I'm dating a former alumni."

"Are you up for a ride to the Hamptons?"

"Let's do it. We can stop some place to eat on the way home."

At 7 45 we set out for the beach roughly an hour away. We spoke little, preferring instead to fill the time with jazz. He did, however, mention that he's a fan of Bill Evans.

"My brother introduced me to his music when I was 16."

The beach came into view. Unfortunately so did a full parking lot.

My mood sank.

Saturday turned out to be a bust.

Halfway home he suggested Fire Island.

"Sounds like a plan," I replied.

"Maybe not today but keep it in mind."

The days passed. September came and with it, the school year. Ron stood in front of the class teaching classic novels by day and preparing lessons by night. Meanwhile, I gave nursing care to patients at Stony Brook.

"How's work," I asked.

Ron looked at me across the dinner table.

"I'm teaching your favorite book."

"The Catcher in the Rye" came to mind.

"J D Sallinger," I said.

I sauntered back to the sofa and turned the TV on.

Ron joined me there.

We soon became engrossed in the Netflix mini series titled "Uncoupled".

"I can't believe his husband left him so suddenly after 11 years"

"It happens," Ron replied.

On a brisk Sunday morning in early November we set out for the Hamptons again, this finding a vast empty parking lot.

We stood watching the breakers as the cries of gulls split the air. My boyfriend draped his left arm low around my waist.

"We should try to rent a place here next Summer."

Did my suggestion Fall on deaf ears?

Several seconds passed then he replied.

"Let's look around see what's here."

My libido wanted to shift into high gear.

Ron I want to have a hardon for you tonight.

I planted a soft kiss on his mouth. He responded in kind.

Our public displays caught the attention of a straight couple who was closing the distance to us. They looked to be my age. The girl wore breast-length blond hair, a hoodie and jeans with sneakers. She stood probably 5 3. The boyfriend was somewhat taller and similarly clad.

They stopped a few feet away.

"You guys really should take a room."

I didn't reply to that, nor did Ron.

"Or go to Wainscott," she added.

They continued on their way.

"I think she's right,"I quipped.

"Steven are you getting excited again?"

His eyes shifted to the telltale bulge in my jeans. Though not a full erection, it was not limp.

I did not admit that I wanted to masturbate, naked of course.