My lovely professor !

I miss my chemistry teacher. Sometimes telling a personal story that has been stored in the memory for some time can be something, so it's kind of liberating. I was repressing what happened to me many years ago shortly after graduation from college and tried to believe it had been a mistake but got overwhelmed by the fact that actually this experience with one of my chemistry professors was wonderful and unforgettable. Today, having admitted the failure of an apparent marriage by rummaging through the chest where we keep our good and important memories, First of all, because yesterday I saw him by chance from afar at a shopping event. I tried my best to approach and greet him but in the crowd I couldn't do it. Then earlier that evening back home, memories of our meeting overwhelmed me so much that I concluded: only writing could help ease the longing for this man. It was like this. I had fought with my wife and she went to spend a few days with one of her sisters in a nearby town, on Sunday alone and not wanting to cook I went to the food fair at a square close to home where I ate a quick snack listening to regional music and wandering around the craft stalls to pass the time but what filled me eyes were some masculine guys that you always see in crowded places I was delighted with the security guards in their fair uniforms, which revealed the contours of muscles on knitted arms and legs and the volume between the groin. I would never have had the courage to approach any of these faces, even more so in public during their working hours, but my eyes could not help being fixed and imagination ran free. I decided to peek into the bathroom, but unfortunately it was empty. I went out again for a few rounds and got distracted by watching children playing in the playground. This made me forget about the excitement of looking at men. What I didn't know, but would later find out is that I was being watched too. There absorbed in the noise of gurus, I was surprised by someone touching my arm at the same time as I heard a nice laugh like one you get from an acquaintance who meets you on the street telling some joke. It was the teacher with his cheerful and provocative way Jairo asking if such concentration meant wanting to have a child. I could only smile when I recognized him and we spent a few minutes talking about life. He accompanied one of his grandchildren and his daughter on a walk through the square, passing time until it was time for a soccer game on TV. I was really happy to see my former teacher after so long that I had graduated from high school. Our eyes met in a different twinkle, but for the spontaneity of that moment I put it down to my excitement and surprise at seeing someone dear again. I said goodbye and walked into the parking lot. I was already inside the car when I saw him back looking towards me. When I got to the car window, he told me that he was also alone on this day and if I wanted I could call him after the game had finished. He would stay at his daughter's house watching football with his son-in-law but then want to go out for a chat. I nodded my head, asked for his mobile number, and so we said goodbye. That afternoon we exchanged some text messages confirming time and place of our meeting. We ended up making an appointment in the same square - since he lived nearby - around 7:30 p.m. At the scheduled time I parked the car, he soon came over and went inside. We agreed to go to a bar, have some drinks and talk away. After a few shots, lots of laughter reminiscing about school days he kind of confessed that earlier in the square he had already seen me well before we started talking. He said he noticed I sometimes fixed my eyes on some of the security guards and asked if I liked it like this in the bushes. I felt blood on my face, didn't know what to say but breathed and confirmed. He spoke more quietly, almost gasping. He said that since the time I was his student, he had been staring at my ass. That he's crazy about manly butts and thought mine were just how he liked them to be -- stiff-necked. And then he told me he realized I wasn't very happy in our marriage because we were both alone in town so you could see if anything would go wrong. Since I live in a neighborhood farther from the city center, he got loose and put his dick out of his pants while we were driving. He said all sorts of stupid things that I loved to hear and became more excited with each passing minute about it. With him sitting next to me, I looked at his penis outside my trousers and saw an enormous red head barking and drooling; When we had finished undressing, I pulled down his underwear myself and put my hand in to feel his pussy. Wow... how delicious! My hands were filled with a big soft stick. He forced me all the way down; I knelt and was really frightened by that rod's strength. It actually had an enormous red head like an apple, and a very thick trunk well proportioned to its showy gland, huge balls nicely made, the whole set perfectly coming out of a forest of combs. In ecstasy I heard him ordering me to suck it from his mouth. That tasty fruit fell. My mouth wrapped it all up and I sucked every part: the incredible head, thorax, fabulous sack, and he whimpered softly saying that I was a tasty sucker. While I breastfed and moaned with this wonder stuffing my mouth, stroking his furry chest and clenching his nipples. He wailed louder. He told me to kneel in bed and pull on my butt. I obeyed and he fell out of his mouth, sucking my ass so much, making me twist like a fish, slapping my jaw, kissing my arse and fucking me again with his agile tongue. It was such a pleasure with those caresses that my body was swept by waves of shivers. He stuck his tongue in my ass, gave some burning taps, praised my butt, talked about how nice it would be to bite your dick and I wanted this very much he stood up behind me and positioned the enormity on my hole trembled i thought I couldn't hold out but he calmed me down at the same time saying exciting things so cleverly went into that majestic prick ... head entered all felt an immense delight being invaded, broken... between pain and pleasure, I could hardly believe that he had gotten all of this... adored it... moaned, asked him to start pumping ... He would ask me if I was enjoying myself, I just whined, couldn't even speak properly ... Just nodded my head affirmatively and bounced frantically pushing my butt against the mast until I felt his balls hitting ... Pumped more and more until suddenly pulling out the whole roll at once leaving me stunned like a child who loses a beloved toy He ordered me to suck him again. I obeyed and swallowed his huge, now totally rigid thorax once more. He told me that he was going to make a whore out of me...I loved listening to those things and did everything he said. He was firm but affectionate at the same time...I lifted my legs up, he put a pillow so that my butt would be higher ...open your ass wide and it came in and grabbed me with greater ease...I felt its delicious cock slide inside, engulfed by mine. He came in and I groaned more and more, asking him to make me his whore, do whatever he wanted with me, that I was his... choking off air, he announced that he would fill my ass with his cock, felt this big man trembling on top of me and inside, ecstatically pouring out its sperm ... had never felt so much pleasure like that way. Exhausted, I felt his roll coming out of my insides and looked up to see that beautiful member already half flaccid, wet. It was a delightful sight this warrior lying beside me, the cunt half asleep in the splendid cradle of her sack full of combs. We rested for a few minutes then went into the bathroom to clean ourselves off. I suggested taking a shower and while he did so, I sat down to cleanse myself, realizing that along with all the molasses from his cock, a fillet of blood marked the paper on which I had been wiping myself... it really broke through me, I thought ... but it was well worth it. After getting dressed, we got back in my car and I left him on the same square where we met. During that week I thought about him all the time, even called but he didn't want to answer or return. A few months later my wife and I decided to separate, so I'm single until today. I tried dating a younger guy but it didn't work out very well. Today, stopping to search my memory I realize that there were many times when other men desired me and I for lack of even a little malice let the opportunities go by like Thomas Darlo and even an acquaintance of my father Mr Cabral.