Eleven years ago myself and my arts teacher got caught in his classroom having sex. He was fucking me from behind over his desk (not for the first time I might add) after I'd sucked on hid huge cock for a long time. It was the secretary of the school who caught us and she informed the head. My teacher was sacked and I was expelled.
He moved away soon afterwards and we didn't see each other again. Not until two weeks ago.
I was out shopping with my wife and young daughter when I heard someone calling my name. Turning round I came face to face with my old arts teacher. And if anything he looked even more of a hunk than he did when I was eighteen.
His silver hair and beard framed his handsome face and his muscular body showed through his t shirt. We said hello and I introduced him to my family. It was obvious he still liked me in that way and we agreed to catch up soon. As we said our goodbyes, he asked for my mobile number. I can never remember it, so my wife told him it.
Two days later I got a text from him saying he'd love to finish off the fuck we were having in school. That same afternoon I drove over to his flat and spent three amazing hours reintroducing myself to gay sex. We had such a great time, I ended up with two cum loads deep up my arse, and one all over my face.
We've had sex five more times since, and I'm now seriously thinking of making a decision in my life. I've hidden my gay past and gay feelings to anyone and everyone who knows me. My family think I was expelled from school for violence, as I've never told them the truth. And it's the truth I now think I need to disclose to everyone, even if it means some people get hurt. Ten years was a long time not being the person I so desperately wanted to be. So meeting my old school teacher has in many ways only brought out my true real self, and I think it won't be put back in any closet from now on.