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I arrived to work on Monday morning and was greeted by an e-mail that said the following: “Geoff, I had a nice time hanging out with you on Friday. Due to my work schedule and Ryan being at my house during the early part of each evening during the week, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get together again. Maybe we can meet for a drink one evening. Anyway, I wish you a great week. Steve”.

Well, even if Steve and I couldn’t get together soon I still knew that I had enjoyed a great lunch with him and now his e-mail would give me a nice jump start to the last week before Spring Break. In one class before lunch one of my students asked if I had had a nice weekend. I responded “yes, it was nice” to which she responded “it shows, you’re obviously in a good mood”.

When it was time for Ryan’s class I started to become a little apprehensive. I had no idea if his father had told him that we’d had lunch. If he did tell him then I had no idea how Steve would have described it. Would he have called it a “date”? What would Ryan think about his dad having a date with one of his teachers? Lots of questions, but I knew that I couldn’t dwell on that. Whatever Ryan knew, he knew, and whatever he didn’t, he didn’t. Ryan did not seem to behave any differently, so I calmed down and class went on as normal.

The rest of the week seemed normal and I hadn’t heard from Steve. Yes, from Ryan’s student records I could have accessed Steve’s home phone number, but I didn’t want to seem pushy. After all Steve’s e-mail said that he would be in touch. It was Thursday morning before I finally heard from Steve. About 30 seconds after the bell to dismiss second period rang and my planning period began that the phone in my classroom rang. “Hello, Mr. Jackson’s room.”

“Hi Geoff. Um…this is Steve. How are you today?” came Steve’s voice. We visited for a few minutes. During this time he mentioned that Ryan’s mom and step-dad were planning a family dinner for them and Ryan that night and so Ryan would not be at Steve’s house as late as the other nights of that week. Steve, therefore, would have the night free to grab a drink if I was interested. He apologized for it being a last minute invitation (one buddy inviting another buddy for a beer probably wouldn’t make such an apology, so it did really feel like he was asking me out for another pseudo-date at the very least). I did have a late afternoon/early evening meeting already planned, but I told Steve that I could meet him. We decided to meet at an Irish pub called McNealy’s near the center of Oklahoma City, just north of the downtown area. It had an eclectic crowd.

I meet Steve at the pub. He ordered a Guinness (too cliché for an Irish pub, right?) and I ordered a Bass. Since I had not yet had dinner, as Steve said he had done, I also ordered a burger and he got a side of sweet potato fries to munch on. The conversation started out much the same as Friday’s lunch at Pei Wei. Steve seemed like he really had something to say or to ask and he kept looking around like he was afraid to do so because of who might hear. I sort of chuckled to myself.

Finally Steve just sucked it up, leaned in a little close and just said it. “Geoff, in case you couldn’t tell, I’m sort of attracted to you and with you being Ryan’s teacher and with me not being certain about your orientation I’ve just been struggling with telling you.”

I didn’t want Steve to feel like he was done with the pressure anytime soon. So I sort of mocked an uncomfortable glance at him, shifted a bit on the bar stool, and took a sip of my beer. I then looked him dead in the eye with a serious look on my face and said “thank God, I was totally hoping you say that” and then let my hand drop and lightly brush up against his knee.

Steve finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of his own beer. He confessed that ever since the conference on Friday he has felt an incredible attraction to me and he couldn’t shake it. It was so strong that he had to risk the lunch invitation and, although a nervous wreck during lunch, became convinced that I would not react negatively toward the confession he wanted to make even if I did have the same thoughts. I too confessed my immediate attraction at the time of the conference and that, had he not been a student’s father, I probably would have made the first move.

From that moment, Steve’s body language and the conversation became much more relaxed. He told me that he was pretty sure he was gay back at the time when he and Ryan’s mom had their little fling. They had been casual high school friends and after getting drunk at a mutual friend’s party, he decided to “explore” a girl. Within a couple of days he confessed the truth to her, about his real attractions and she promised to keep his secret. She recommitted to this promise once she learned she was pregnant and learned that Steve wanted to remain close and help raise the child as much as he could. To the best of his knowledge, Ryan had no clue that he was gay but he knew that he would need to tell him sometime soon…especially if he stared dating one of his male teachers.

The level of flirting definitely showed each other our mutual interests and our knees and hands kept bumping each other. But it was getting late and I had school to teach tomorrow and he had to be at work at 5:00 am. We walked to the parking lot across the street to say our goodbyes. As we walked he asked if I had plans on Tuesday night. It would be Spring Break by that point and Ryan was supposed to be going camping for a few nights with some friends; Steve felt like he should have the freedom for a real date. I replied that Tuesday would be great and I gave him my phone number. Steve gave me a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

The next few days just flew by. I could barely remember the last day of school before the break or the entire weekend. I did spend extra time at the gym on both Monday and Tuesday mornings and spent Monday afternoon shopping for a new shirt that we just make me look irresistible. Steve called Monday night to let me know that his plan was to cook dinner for me at his place. I personally wondered if maybe having our first real date as his house was a good idea, but hey, we are both consenting adults even if I did have his son in class. So what if things ended up crossing a physical line and then the relationship falling apart. It was only 8 or so weeks left of school before Ryan graduated. We were both adult enough we could be professional. Of course, the hope was that things wouldn’t fall apart.

I showed up at Steve’s house at 7:00 pm with a bottle of wine that I felt would complement the steaks he was preparing. The conversation was great, the food was great, the wine was great, and the stud who was my company was smokin’ HOT. His tight chinos and royal blue button down shirt made him look amazing. This coupled with the fact that he was totally relaxed rather than being so “off” as he had been at the lunch and the evening of drinks. We were both just clicking.

After dinner, we went into the living room with our wine and sat on a couch. We talked for a while and then turned on the TV to watch a couple of comedies. During one commercial break Steve left to get more wine and upon his return he sat much closer. It was so obvious that we both wanted him to sit closer to me. I was ready for some cuddle time on the couch and maybe some making out. It had been so long since I had been on a real date with such a quality guy.

Steve was such a good kisser and I was totally allowing the heat of the moment to take over. I soon noticed that I had been gradually leaning further and further back until eventually he was laying on top of me as we kissed. I could tell that I had become very aroused because the pressure of my cock up against his leg was so strong that it was impossible for him to tell the level of my arousal. Truth be told, I could totally feel his engorged dick pressing into my leg as well. I was so overwhelmingly turned on that I didn’t care where the evening went or what “lines” were crossed. I wanted this many in the worst kind of way and as long as he wanted me there for that evening I was prepared to stay and play.

I honestly don’t remember when, but at some point each of us had taken off our shirts as we continued to be laying down on the couch kissing and touching each others’ chests, arms, and backs. I had my back to the couch seat with Steve on top of me. Damn, he is an amazing kisser. Eventually, I noticed that my legs had spread and were wrapping themselves around his body. This was a rarity for me. In the last several relationships that I had been in I had been the top. It was unusual for me to want to be on bottom and yet, in that moment, there was no position that I would rather be in than having my legs wrapped around Steve while he ever hardening cock was pressed into my body…and yet our pants were still on.

The heat of the moment apparently got to Steve and he pulled away. He looked down at me there lying shirtless and sweaty on his couch with an obvious lump in my pants. He smiled, licked his lips, and then asked if I wanted to go to the bed room. I never verbalized an answer, but my rapid body moments as I got up showed him that he was reading my mind. I wanted him and he wanted me. We were about to enjoy each other.

Part three coming soon!

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