love for the men in the family

Our eyes met through both of our sunglasses. It was a couple a few seconds later that the bell of recognition rang in my head.

“Mr. Connor?” I asked.

“Jonathan?” he asked back.

“My goodness, what a pleasant surprise!” I exclaimed. It was my former high-school math teacher!

“I was about to say the same thing. Fancy meeting you here. How are you doing?” he asked as we shook hands.

“I’m doing quite well, Mr. Connor. I live here now after I got a job in town. Are you here on vacation?“ I asked. My eyes kept stealing glances at his marvelous body, and I noticed that he was wearing a rather skimpy European bathing suit, showing a lot more of his hairy legs.

“No, I actually live here as well. I took at early retirement, and now I’m trying to enjoy the good life.” he replied.

“That sounds wonderful. You and Mrs. Connor must be having a great time!” I said.

“Well, I am. I don’t know about Mrs. Connor. We got a divorce. It seemed that after the last of our kids graduated from college, there wasn’t much left between us. So after 25 years of marriage, we called it quits.” he replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Connor.” I told him.

“Don’t be. I think it was the best for both of us, and I definitely am enjoying myself a lot more right now.” he replied.

We both became quiet, and then the realization probably hit us both at the same time. This was the unofficial gay part of the beach as we were surrounded my many gay men and women. I also realized that he was probably scoping out my body as we were both talking, the same way I was doing to him.

Truth be told, I secretly had the hots for Mr. Connor during my math classes in high school. He was always impeccably dressed, and his handsome face was always smiling. I’ve jacked off thinking about this man more than once, but never once did I ever considered the possibility of having anything more.

But here we were, both of us single, checking each other out, on a gay beach. What were the odds of us encountering each other many years later. I decided to go for it.

“Mr. Connor, I live only a few blocks away from here. If you have nothing to do, you’re welcome to drop by for a drink, or two. It will be fun catching up with you again after all these years.” I said, hoping not to sound too forward.

He smiled. “I’d like that very much, Jonathan.” he replied.

I knew that my heart jumped with excitement. I was hoping that there was a chance.

“And Jonathan, I think it’s time that you stop calling me Mr. Connor. Please call me Eric.” he said.

But they were the only two in the house at that moment, and no one else was going to be home in at least a couple of hours. The young man was splayed out on his bed, tired from his practice, but almost completely undressed. The jock strap was framing his delectable butt as if it was an invitation.

Gary couldn’t help getting hard and focusing on the white, supple ass. He told himself to walk out, to go do something else. But his libido was winning, reminding him how tight and how warm the inner crevice of that piece of ass was, and how much that young jock was begging Gary to breed him with his seed.

“You know that the boy wants it!” the voice inside Gary’s head kept repeating.

Gary knew that he should run out, he should not do this. But his body had other ideas as his hands started to slide down his shorts and releasing his mature, huge cock.