Welcome Back

"Hello, Scott." I turned to see the man that I had willfully pushed out of my head all summer. I turned around to find my colleague and fellow Football coach Greg standing in my classroom. His cologne, Obsession, wafted through my nose and a sting of guilt passed through me. "How's Molly?"

My wife. Why was he asking about my wife? My eyes rested on the swells of his chest, covered by a red polo. With a raising pulse and the breath leaving me, I answered. "She's well. How's Cynthia? Did you have a good summer?"
"You know what kind of summer I had. After..." He looked around, even though there was no one else in my classroom and the door was shut. I prayed that he wasn't going to say what I knew he was going to. For most of the summer I had been very successful in not thinking about the events of the previous school year. "The way things went down, I didn't know what to think. I mean we still have to Coach together, and teach together."

"True but we don't need to talk about..." He moved closer to me. My resolved was crumbling, there had to be a way to combat this. "Don't act so innocent, Scott. You were the one who set this whole thing in motion. Now you act like you never wanted it to happen, but you did. And unless I am much mistaken you still do."

"We had this discussion already," He put his hands on the desk, trapping me between them. The more I tried to convince myself that what had happened last year was done and over, the more I realized that I didn't want it to be. The urge to kiss him welled up within me but I had to resist. "Our wives will never know, the school will never know. Our love will remain just between the two of us."

"It wasn't love, it was an affair. A tawdry affair." It was my feeble attempt not to give into temptation. His hand grazed my cock, which I felt stiffen. He felt it too, and he grabbed it. Before I could object, not that I would have at this point, he was down on his knees. He kissed my cock while it was still in my jeans. There was no denying that I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

He unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. His tongue ran the length of it, without warning it was encompassed by his warm mouth. There is nothing like having another man suck your cock, they just seem to know what you want, when you want it. With each moan that I grunted, Greg took my cock deeper into mouth until it touched the back of his throat. His tongue swirled around my shaft, I leaned back on the desk.

He removed his mouth, and I was stunned by how chilly it was in my classroom. The thought wasn't allowed to take off however because Greg then began to lick my balls. No longer was I leaning on the desk, the top half of my body was in a laying down position. My knees were weak from ecstasy. There was no denying that he knew what I wanted, and that he was happy to give it to me.

A white stream of liquid came spurting out of my cock. It shot everywhere, including on Greg's face. No words of apology were needed though, he continued to lick my balls until he was satisfied that every drop of cum had been released.

Once he was sure of this, he flipped me over on the desk. My ass in the air, I knew what was coming and an excited panic rushed through my body. Knowing what was coming only helped build the anticipation but also made me clench my hole shut. Lightly he slapped my ass and growled, "Unclench. You know it hurts when you clench like that."

I heard him spit into is hand, and before long the head of his cock was working its way into my hole. Gentle was not a word that Greg knew in or out of bed, so once his head found its target he shoved the shaft all the way in. Pain seared through my body, and then almost instantaneously the pleasure that accompanied being penetrated.

Greg's warm breath on my neck made me long for the away games when we would share one bed. He nuzzled my neck as he began to pound me. Faster and faster until my cock was rock hard again. Moans and grunts from both of us filled the room, sweat slicked both of our bodies. His fingers tugged at my nipples, he pulled them harder as he got closer to orgasm. Finally I felt the warmth of his orgasm fill my ass.

"What was that you said about not wanting to do this anymore?" Greg asked as he pulled out of me. I stood up, and faced him. Our lips met in a kiss. His brown eyes met my own, a devious smile played on his face. "Welcome back to school."