To the best of my memory I have always wanted to look at other guy's penis, in school, in restrooms, in gyms, when I was a kid especially penises of older men like teachers. Of course the teachers did not use the same restroom as the kids but on a field trip to D.C. I got my best chance ever, right beside me with his huge (to me) dark, hairy penis with a man pulling it back and forth as he peed. He was the Spanish teacher in high school and he didn't hide his penis from me. We looked at each other in the eyes, my white penis in my hand. He reached down and took it in his hand and rubbed it between his fingers and his thumb and offered me his penis to touch. Of course it was a secret, the next time he held my penis he sat in his chair and held my penis in his hand and sucked on it and asked me if I liked it.

It was our secret, when his penis got hard it seemed so big for my hands, there was no way I could get it all into my mouth so I just sucked on his glans and held his penis tight in my hands. I liked holding his penis, he would tell me to go on and suck him. At that time we went to this room behind the library where they stored the books, I had to wait until he told me to go in. One day he rubbed his penis between my crack and it felt so good, he rubbed it against my hole and it felt so good, it took a long time for him to get it in and it felt so good.

Of course I never told anyone. It went on to be a full blown affair, with lots of kissing and touching and I was real good at using my hands to get him hard and sucking on his penis. I was much more aware of my penis, I felt it had gotten big and he loved sucking on me. Looking back we were lovers, I was no longer in any of his classes and I had other commitments on campus, so we met mostly on Saturday afternoon. At his place we could get totally naked and role around naked on the bed. The sessions always included the coup de gras, you go to your lover for one thing after all, for him to let you know you are his for that moment, totally his and I was.

Looking back for me it was the best sex of my life, by the time I had moved on I was self assured and I had the frame of mind of shoving guys away who were out for themselves or had problems with drugs. I went back to school for my twentieth reunion and he was retiring that year and moving to live with his sister in Florida. We had a real nice conversation, he was always genuinely interested in how I was doing. I have very fond memories of him, like I said earlier, it was the best sex of my life. Nothing else has come anywhere close.

I heard through the gr**evine that he isn't doing so good, I feel bad about that. It is hard to think of him as being old and frail, but I guess we are all headed in that direction one day. I wish his days have peace, I sent him a letter with cryptic references but tried to tell him how much I remember my days with him. He was very much my first love and I have no doubt he was very fond of me.