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Football team coach and my teachers wife???

Going to a very small, conservative religious high school in a small city in the 1980s, we sure had a much higher-than-average share of fun, perverted teachers and coaches. As a young man who would grow up to be gay (or rather, "homoflexible"), I was definitely much more interested in and attracted to these older men than to any young guys closer to my age. And while the majority of these teachers and coaches were married and living straight lives, there was definitely something going on with some of them that made them horny for some action with students.

Some of these guys went further than others. There was a range from titillating inappropriate flirtatiousness or talking about sex in front of us, to much more full-on activity.

In retrospect, I'm not that surprised that the most nervous and cautious of these teachers was Mr. Matteson, the new choir teacher – because he was pretty obviously gay.

However, my first encounter with Mr. M. was kind of amusingly blatant. Right before his first school year started, he needed to drop off some sheet music to my house so I could start practicing some songs that I would be playing on the piano to accompany choir members on at a first-day assembly.

It almost seemed like my piano teacher Mr. Royce must have told Mr. Matteson that I was a cute, good student and suspected by many to be "that way," because Mr. Matteson jogged, shirtless, muscular and glistening with sweat, to my family home wearing only those uniquely 80s skimpy short shorts and a backpack containing the pack of sheet music. He showed up at my house while the rest of my family was out. I was relieved because I actually immediately weak in the knees seeing this sexy, short, lean and muscular, brown-haired guy in his early 20s. He had kind of 70s porn-stache, very sweaty chest hair, 6-pack abs, and a nicely bulging package. He ran up our front steps and rang the bell. He was smiley and friendly as we introduced ourselves, and he told me how much he appreciated my piano teacher volunteering me to be an accompanist for the choir. He noticed the piano just inside the living room off the entry way, and he said, "Would you mind if I came in for a glass of cold water and see what you think of these songs, see if you have any questions?"

I showed him into the living room and went to get him some ice water. When I got back in, I drank in the sight of this nearly stripped-down man dripping with sweat next to my piano. I was really attracted to him especially when he smiled kindly at me but with a kind of devilish twist. He said, "Are your parents home? Is it OK that I'm in here?"

I said, "They're at an event and my siblings are both at the movies, it's OK." He motioned for me to sit down and I could feel the heat emanating from him as he stood really close to me. He kind of leaned into me and pressed into me as he flipped through a few of the song folios. I could distinctly feel the hardness of his cock in his running shorts pressing into my back, and it made me tingle with nervous excitement.

Mr M. pretended not to notice that he was rubbing his bulge into me while directing me to try out a few of the songs, but I could feel him getting stiffer. I was too. I didn't dare stop playing or look at him, in case I would somehow get in trouble or break the magic spell of this new kind of close encounter with a sexy older guy.

He said, "Mr Royce was definitely right, you play beautifully, or as he put it, you are a beautiful young player." I looked at him and he winked at me, acknowledging the meaning that clearly Mr. Royce was attracted to me too. (Nothing had ever happened between us, though). I said, "Thank you, that means a lot, it feels good." Mr M. smirked and said, "Oh, you like how it feels, do you?" I blushed and didn't quite know what to say, but Mr. M. pointedly looked at my own bulging crotch and said, "I think you like it, at least, I hope so. I think we're going to have a lot of fun this year. I'm going to give you special access to the practice rooms at school so you can play the new synthesizer keyboards the alumni group donated. And I'll come by and practice with you 1:1 sometimes if you'd like. Unfortunately, I have to run home now, even though it might be kind of harder running now," and he laughed. I was disappointed that he wasn't going to push the envelope further right then, but he probably felt the risk was way too great having just met me and not knowing when my family members would get home.