Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Geoffry Jackson and I’m a math teacher at a large high school in suburban Oklahoma City. I am 32 years old, 5’11”, 190 lbs solid muscle, brownish red hair, and usually wear my beard in a light stubble look. Over the years I’ve had my share of relationships which have included a couple of colleagues that I’d meet at teachers’ conferences, friends of friends, and even a former student. But I’ve made it a firm rule to never date anyone that I work with at my local school nor any of the family members of current students. Of course, there are also legal issues for dating current students themselves.

Well, sometimes a rule ends up being more of a guideline than a hard and fast rule. Such is the case surrounding Ryan’s father. Ryan was a senior in my class. I must admit that I found him to be rather cute from the moment that stepped into my classroom. There is something about cute young men, especially when I sense the chance that they might be gay, that just draws my attention. This “draw” is not for anything sexual, but rather just recalling my own closeted days during my high school years and hoping that I can be some form of role model to kids like Ryan regardless of how “out” I am to them.

And I did suspect Ryan of being gay. If he wasn’t gay then he would be the absolute first heterosexual teenager would I’d met who felt the need to have his eyebrows waxed; they were way too perfectly shaped to be natural, especially since Ryan was a rather “hairy” young man who constantly sported the five o’clock shadow look. Ryan was, however, rather masculine in his behavior which did make me wonder if I was wrong about my assessment of his sexuality. He was a popular jock, who played football, had lots of guy friends, and many cute girls fawning over him. But those eyebrows…anyway, it didn’t matter since he was a student, regardless of being 18 years old.

Ryan was one of those students who was able to perform decently on quizzes and tests and appeared within the classroom to grasp the concepts and yet rarely completed his homework assignments. Thus, despite being a student who should have easily had a B, he stayed within the D range. I’d e-mailed and called his mom, yet Ryan didn’t seem to be making any improvements in completing his homework. She finally suggested that I contact Ryan’s father. Ryan’s parents had never been married. Apparently a short term fling during their own high school senior year permanently linked the two through their son. Although never getting married, the two had remained friends as they raised their son.

At the time that Ryan’s mom had made the suggestion to contact his father it was already near the time of the school day set aside for the purpose of having parent-teacher conferences. Although I had contacted Ryan’s father by e-mail, it was decided to go ahead and have the four of us (mom, dad, Ryan, and I) meet for a conference before his father would take any steps himself to attempt to motivate his son. My school sets its conferences up in two shifts to accommodate parents with various work schedules. Teachers stay late on a Thursday evening and hold conferences for about three hours and then hold another session of about four hour the following Friday morning. This allows us to have half of Friday as a jump start to our weekend. Ryan’s parents scheduled an appointment near the end of the Friday session.

I must say that I was not prepared for the site of Ryan’s father. Steve was 36 years old, had dark hair, a shaved face still showing a five o’clock shadow similar to Ryan’s, stood 6’2” or 3”, and a body to die for; I could tell that despite the loose fitting shirt and neck tie that he wore. I found a little bit of difficulty getting focused in the meeting, but this masculine man showed no interest “in that” with me so my mind shifted to the business at hand. It became clear that Ryan found it easy to manipulate his mom into letting him hang out with his friends after football practice rather than coming home to do his homework first. My class was not the only one in which he had trouble getting his homework done. Steve suggested a new plan of attack, that his mother also found ideal. Because of his work schedule, Steve was often at his home by the time that football practice ended. It was decided that Ryan would immediately come over to his Steve’s house following practice and would then head back to his mom’s once his homework was finished. Even Ryan liked this idea. Apparently Steve’s weekend work schedule prevented father and son from having quality time then, so this new homework plan would allow Ryan and Steve to spend more time together.

With the plan worked out, it was time for my next conference (and last for that day) so Ryan and his parents said their good-byes. One more conference and I would be ready to head out for the day. I’d probably grab a quick lunch with some colleagues and then hit the gym on my way home; I planned an afternoon nap before going out that night, a rare treat for a teacher who is worn out by most Friday evenings.

With the final conference over, I packed my brief case, shut down my computer, and head out of my classroom. I immediately ran in to Steve. I asked if he had forgotten something in my room and he said “yes.” We stepped back in and he seemed a little nervous, nothing like the confident man I’d visited with only a few minutes earlier. He said “Mr. Jackson…um…I mean…Geoff…um…shit…would you be interested in grabbing some lunch with me? Ryan and his mom have gone home already and I’m a little hungry. I was…um…hoping you’d like to join me.”

I was completely caught off guard. Confident men who speak with such nervousness are not able to hide their real feelings. This hot stud of a man was interested in something. And I wanted to find out exactly what he wanted. Against my “firm rule” (a.k.a. guideline) I accepted Steve’s offer and we head to the Pei Wei Chinese Bistro a few blocks away.

Over lunch, Steve and I had a great conversation. He was still somewhat nervous and he never said anything which expressed interest in anything more. To an outside observer, I’m sure it just looked like to buddies having lunch. But still, I could sense much more. The conversation wasn’t really about Ryan or the homework issue, but it was just a general getting to know you chat. I enjoyed it. I liked looking at this hot man. Some of his facial expressions and lingering stares expressed his hidden interest, but nothing was said. I wasn’t going to flat out ask…hey I could be totally wrong. This was his show and if he wanted to make the move, he could.

After an hour together, we had both finished eating and it was now getting to the point where we shouldn’t just continue hanging out at Pei Wei unless we just wanted to start looking conspicuous. Steve hadn’t “said” anything suggesting other intentions and I was sort of wanting to head on to my work out and then my nap. So, I hinted about having some plans and we both stood and walked outside. I continued to visit with him and not rush off to my car; I could tell he sort of wanted to ask another question.

It finally became clear to him that he had a choice…to piss or get off the pot. He finally chose to “piss”. “Geoff” he said “I really enjoyed lunch with you today. Would you be interested in going out, I mean hanging out again sometime soon?” Hmmm… “going out” huh? This guy is funny. He was interested, but it was clear that he was having trouble expressing it. I wanted to give him an affirmative response but in such a way that left him an “out” in case I was really just reading too much into this whole situation. So, I simply said “sure, why don’t you call me or e-mail me at work next week.”

He smiled. I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed that I didn’t give him my personal phone number or if he was relieved that I left him in a no pressure situation. He was definitely more relaxed than he had been during the whole lunch. I enjoyed my lunch with Steve (was this a date?) and I was hopeful that he would contact me soon…and actually I didn’t have to wait very long.

To be continued in part two…

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