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Chance encounters? Hardly! Except for just a couple Of times, I've pretty much planned "accidentally" running into him. I first met John about three years ago. He came to student teach at the school where I was a seasoned veteran and I was immediately attracted to his short muscular build, his good looks and his personality. Also I had this deep down feeling that he might be gay. Married and with 3 kids and a long-time staff member I couldn't come right out and hit on the guy, but I really wanted to. He was older than most student teachers, mid-twenties at least. One of the things that turned me on right away was that his clean- shaven face always had a dark shadow, and it was obvious that he was pretty hairy all over. I really dig that in a guy! One day I saw him after school in a (too tight) pair of Gym shorts and a shirt that was too short to cover all of his belly and I damned near came right in my slacks. He was hot! Much as I wanted something to develop between us, it never did, and later on in the year when he would come to substitute teach, I would always strike up a conversation with him, asked him how the job hunt was going and all. One really disappointing day he explained how he was hoping to find a job close by because his fiancée already had a job. Shit! It was maybe a year after that I saw him again. It must've been Columbus Day because it was a day off school in October. I'd run an errand in the nearby college town and dropped by the local adult bookstore to see what was there. They were having a sale on videos and I picked out two gay flicks that looked really good. I was just about to take my choices to the purchase counted when the door to the place opened and John walked in. My fear of recognition in a place like that got the best Of me and I immediately put the two videos back in the basket and managed to slip off between a row of books. I don't think he saw me at all. I left through the front entrance and figured I'd kill Some time at the drugstore down the street while waiting for him to leave. As I walked down the street though, I began to get this feeling again about him. Maybe he WAS gay, or at least bisexual like me. I decided to go back and maybe I'd find HIM in the gay flick section. I went back into the store, but didn't see him there. The guy behind the counter mentioned my return and I said I'd gone To the Cash Station to get some money. He nodded knowingly. Not many people use credit cards in porno shops for fear of it being tracked down at home. John was nowhere to be seen, so either he'd left right after me, or he was in the video booths in the back. I sneaked back and tried not to be too obvious. This particular arcade has no doors on the individual booths, so it didn't take much to find him. He was sitting there watching a woman getting fucked by a big- dicked guy and I couldn't stand there and watch. I went back to the gay-flick area and picked up my two choices and paid for them. Then I went outside and waited for John to leave. My intention was to follow him to see where he lived. Or maybe we'd "accidentally" pull up to a stop sign together and I'd open my window and invite him to pull over to the local pub for a drink and I'd pretend to want to catch up on what he was doing when all I really wanted to do was to get my hands on his hot, hairy and muscular body. He pulled into a shopping area and went into a florist/gift shop and I waited a few moments in the parking lot. Then, trying not to be too obvious I got out and went into the store next door, always watching for his return. Somehow, he managed to get out without me seeing him and by the time I glanced up he was pulling out of the parking lot. I raced outside but by the time I got into my car he was too far away to follow. DAMN! I fully believe that sometimes things happen by fate! It was an accident that John came into the porno shop while I was there. I took it as a signal. I went home and immediately called directory assistance To find out where he lived. Wouldn't you know his phone number (and therefore his address as well) were unlisted. Over the next few days I did some real snooping, called the County educational offices around the area and located where he taught. It wasn't really close, but within driving distance. I wrote him my first "Dear John" letter and decided I couldn't possibly send it. It was just TOO much. So I tamed it down and admitted that I was turned on by him and that I'd like for the two of us to get together for some good old, uncomplicated sex between two guys. I sent it to him at his school via Fed Ex and suggested that we meet the following Sunday morning at a Gas station close by. I went there and waited for almost an hour before I reluctantly gave up. Later on though I got to thinking that perhaps he never got the Fed Ex. (though that was unlikely) or maybe he couldn't meet me that particular day and couldn't get word to me (that was more likely). I wrote him again, tried to reassure him that I wasn't One of his students or a parent of a student coming on to him, but That I really wanted to have sex with him. My high school aged son Had a pager that he wasn't allowed to have in his possession during The school day, so I wrote John again and asked him to respond to Me over the pager as to whether he was interested or not. If he Wanted to meet me he could send me his unlisted phone number, if he wanted me to leave him alone he could key in GO2-HELL. I was in the middle of class when I felt the vibration of the pager a couple of days later and my heart pounded as I pulled it out of my pocket. Unfortunately, the digits read 462-4355 and I sighed sadly. I told him I'd give up if he sent me that message, but I didn't really mean it. Instead, I laid low for a while and then came up with another ingenious plan. I knew he had once substitute taught in the district where I now work (not the one where I was when he student taught) so I called the personnel office and sweet-talked the secretary into giving me John's address and phone number. I wasn't going to risk a phone call because he might have caller ID, but I figured out this elaborate plan to make sure I'd been given the correct address. One day, I went to his house with a folder of "substitute lesson plans" and knocked on the door. When he answered I pretended to be as surprised as he was, and expressed confusion since I was supposedly given the address of the person who would be taking my classes that week while I was gone to a conference. I'd already decided that I would chalk it up to a clerical error that the secretary had given me the name of one person on her substitute list but had inadvertently skipped down a line to read John's address. He beat me to it, offering the same exactly plausible explanation for my coming to his house. We spoke for a while there on the front stoop but he never invited me in. It was dead of winter and he made little attempt to get rid of me, but he never invited me in. At least I knew where he lived and could come back in The summer when he might be out working in the yard without a shirt on! Only within the last couple of weeks have I started really thinking about him again, and I wrote one of my hot fantasy stories with him in mind. I'd decided to send a copy to him and keep one for myself. . . . .no copies of this one to menonthenet.com. I finished this photo/fantasy of a high school teacher who's caught by his wife fucking one of his students, late on Thursday night and had to leave early Friday morning for a meeting in the state Capitol. Several of the back roads would get me to the Interstate Highway I needed to access and I decided upon one particular route until I realized I should stop for gas first. That altered the approach I took to getting to the Interstate. As I drove down a seldom driven county road that I knew would take me to the main thoroughfare, I thought about the fact that I needed to send a copy of my story to John but to send it in such as way as not to make him think I was "on the prowl" or stalking him. I let my mind wander and I looked up in my rear view mirror as I approached a stop sign and couldn't believe what I saw! It was him, behind me on that deserted stretch of country road. It wasn't until later that I realized that route I'd chosen was the back-roads way to his school. He must've been running late because he passed me and zoomed ahead, but I wonder if he noticed my car in front of him. He knows my car, I know he does! But perhaps he wasn't paying attention, just like I wasn't until I looked up and saw him. I truly looked upon that coincidence as a sign that John And I ARE meant to be together somehow, some way, and I'm going to do my best to make it happen. I've already figured out my next outrageous story. I'll wait until the weather is nice (that's coming up soon) and I'll drive by his house enough days until I really do catch him outside with little clothing on, and then I'll pretend to recall that he lives in this particular neighborhood. When he asks what brings here (he knows it's some way from my home) I'll say that one of my younger son's classmates has moved down the street and I've just dropped him off there. When John asks the name of the family I'll say that I can't remember because the kid and his mother and step-dad have different names. In my fantasy he'll invite me in for a drink and one thing Will lead to another and he'll tell me how he's unhappy with his marriage and has tried to suppress his homosexual urges for years and I'm going to be the one to help him come to grips with it! Yes sir, I'm ready to do that for him . . . .and for me! * * * a personal note to John - well, here you have it! I've been so careful not to tip you off as to my identity up until now, but if you read this, there will be no doubt in your mind as to who I am. Then again, if you get through this many Erotic Stories on "menonthenet.com" to get to this one, I figure you're as much into this man-to-man sex scene as I am! You know how to get in touch with me, John and I'm waiting for you to contact me this time! C'mon, take a chance!