maturedadsandmen: Blast From The Past maturedadsandmen It was our senior class trip to Hawaii.
maturedadsandmen: Blast From The Past maturedadsandmen It was our senior class trip to Hawaii. It was supposed to be fun…a big blowout on a tropical island before graduation. But the teachers who were chaperoning the trip were making it more like one big study lesson. All of the teachers except my chemistry teacher, Mr. Sanderson. In addition to being one of the high school’s chemistry teachers, Mr. Sanderson was also the assistant baseball coach. In fact, his big joke to all of us in his class was, “I sure don’t look like a chemistry teacher, do I?” In fact, if you took the stereotypical image of a chemistry teacher than the imagined the exact opposite, that was Mr. Sanderson. The man was in his 50s, but his body sure didn’t look like it. He was in the best shape of his life. He said it came from working out with the baseball team. It kept him active. Really, the only way you’d know Mr. Sanderson was his age is the gray that was mixing-in in his beard and the graying of his temples…something I found as sexy as hell. If you hadn’t guessed by now, I had a crush on Mr. Sanderson. I didn’t know a whole lot about him. It’s not as if teachers spend their time in class talking about their personal lives. He didn’t have a ring on his finger, so I figured he wasn’t married. Other than that, I knew nothing. But I knew I wanted to know more. I just didn’t know how to go about it. The opportunity presented itself the second day we were in Hawaii. It had been arranged for us to go to some boring museum on the island. In the confusion of getting everyone on the tour buses, a group of three friends and I snuck away. We’d heard of a secluded cove with a beach nearby where the water was clear blue as the sky. We figured we’d go swimming and then get back to the hotel in enough time to be there when the group got back, looking frustrated at the fact that they’d “left us behind by accident.” We had been there, sunning ourselves and swimming for about an hour when a group of girls our age walked by on their way down the beach. My friends immediately wanted to follow them and try to score with them. I wasn’t open about my sexual preferences yet, so I begged off, pretending to be tired from all the swimming. After they left in hot pursuit, I surveyed my surroundings. The part of the beach where I was didn’t have very many people around. One person caught my eye, though…a man standing at the edge of the water a few yards down from where I was sitting. He was only wearing a swimsuit and looked like my kind of guy. As I looked more closely, I could see that it almost looked like Mr. Sanderson. That wasn’t possible, though. Mr. Sanderson had stayed back at the hotel with some sort of illness while the rest of the class went to the museum. Then, when the man turned his head a little more toward me and I was able to see more of his face, I knew for sure. It was Mr. Sanderson! He sure didn’t look sick. In fact, as always, he looked damn good! I got up and started walking toward him. I figured it was okay. Since we were both playing hooky from the museum, I didn’t think he’d turn me in…otherwise, he’d have to turn himself in. "Mr. Sanderson!“ Mr. Sanderson turned and looked in my direction, surprised to see me. “Brendan Wheeler…I thought you were supposed to be at the museum with the rest of the class.” He tried to have an air of authority in his voice. “Yeah. Well, I thought you were supposed to be in bed, sick. You look fine to me.” And then I muttered under my breath, “Damn fine…” Mr. Sanderson’s body language and tone immediately changed and he even grinned at me. "Okay. You got me. It looks like we both were bad. Didn’t want to go to the museum, huh?“ “Hell no! Uh…I mean…” Mr. Sanderson laughed. "It’s okay, Brendan. You can swear in front of me. I may be your teacher, but I’m also just a normal guy. And don’t worry. I didn’t want to go to the museum either. That’s why I faked being sick. I’ve waited my whole life to come to Hawaii. I’m not about to spend the whole time taking part in some school field trip. Did you come here by yourself?“ "No. Trey, Travis, and Justin came too. They’re farther down the beach, chasing girls.” “Didn’t want to chase girls, either? I remember my hormones raging at your age. Sometimes they still do now.” “Nah. Wasn’t interested in doing that.” Mr. Sanderson gave me a knowing look. "I see…“ I couldn’t really figure the way he was looking at me. Like he was surveying me. Since he was eyeing me up and down, I decided to do the same. I have to say that clothes didn’t do Mr. Sanderson justice. I could tell he had a nice body, but I didn’t know it was as good as it looked. My eyes were immediately drawn to his expansive, muscular chest. Brown and gray hairs dusted it and around his erect nipples. Wow, that gray chest hair make it him look even sexier. "Like that you see?” Mr. Sanderson asked. I brought my gaze up to meet his eyes. "You were looking at me. I thought I’d return the favor.“ He smirked at me. "There’s nothing wrong with looking at someone. You didn’t answer my question, though. Do you like what you see?” “You sure don’t look like a Chemistry teacher.” Mr. Sanderson smiled at me and stepped close to me. "I’d better get going. I don’t want your friends to come back and see me here. But before I go, let me show you something else that you might not expect to see on a Chemistry teacher.“ He glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then pulled the waist of his board shorts out from his body. I looked inside and saw the beginnings of a very large erection. My eyes must’ve bugged out of my head, because Sanderson just chuckled at me and smiled widely. "Think you can get out of that trip to walk up the volcano tomorrow?” “Sure. I think whatever got you sick on the plane must be contagious. I feel like I’m coming down with something.” “Great.” Then, he stopped short, as if he had second thoughts. “How old are you, Brendan?” “I turned 18 four months ago.” That sexy smile returned to his face. “Just what I wanted to hear. Once everyone’s gone tomorrow, come down to my room. We can spend the day together and I’ll show you all the things a Chemistry teacher is good at doing.” Mr. Sanderson winked at me, smiled one last time, then turned and walked away. While I waited for my friends to come back, I started imagining all of the things Sanderson and I would do tomorrow. My cock was so hard it was about to bust out of my swimsuit. Man, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow! -- source link