Many people on this site say that and that's also the reason why I'm inspired to post a true story. Enjoy!Gym TeacherIt was half way through my fourth...year in highschool and I had the time of my life throughout the years at my school. The only thing that had troubled me during those years was the fact that I was gay. The fact that I was gay didn't trouble me, but the fact that I was into older men was what made it harder to get into a relationship with someone.My definition to this day of my. We all do it even though most of us won't admit it. I have an 8 ½ inch dick and was always pretty proud of my size but this guy had probably 6 ½ just hanging there and every bit as thick as mine when I have a hard on. He finished up and turned toward me without putting his cock away. He must have caught me glancing over at him because he just stood there for a minute before saying anything. I tried to act like I didn't notice him, finished up, shook a couple times and packed my own away back. He called for another whiskey. The barman, to save future effort, poured him a double. Through the dark glass of the mirror, two men watched him. “Sometimes I just want to tell them.” The younger man scowled. “Tell them what?” “Tell them they’re wasting their time. Tell them there are more important things – love, war, life, eternity, all that stuff.” “You think that’ll help? Go ahead.” The older man smiled. “I can’t. It’s an abuse of power.” “It’s not an abuse if I tell you to do it. So, go. Silently the panties floated to the tile as he tossed them aside. The passion with which he stripped her caused her brain to swim in a pool of building lust, as electric needles raced through her spine. With lidded eyes her lashes fluttered, as she felt one of his hands come up to gently press against her mouth. He traced her lips with his finger. Before he finished, she brought her lips to his, teasing him with her tongue. Savoring the texture of her skin against his lips and his tongue, his.