Dating and sex tales
He was also gay, and while he thought he was closeted, it was a pretty open secret on campus. So with a plan in mind, I went up to him to say hello. Which turned into me becoming increasingly flirty/aggressive with him.
He deflected it at first, but gradually he became clearly interested..nervous.
I was a Senior at college, and not quite out yet at the time.
Because I had to work, I usually didn’t go home during school breaks, and would hang out with a bunch of friends who also stuck around when the college was otherwise closed.
Instead of discussing my grade, he told me about his “difficult childhood” and then changed my grade to an A because he could just tell that clearly I “get” poetry.
(It was a poetry class.)I could tell he was a creep, but was sort of into the taboo-ness of it.
He was totally my physical type: tall, defined muscles, light hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw.(This was a school on the east coast.)He called me into his office to discuss a poor grade I’d gotten on the midterm.His office was entirely furnished with bean bag chairs.We met at a bar first to see if we all got along, and we did, so we left for my place.You would think the situation would have been slightly awkward, but it wasn’t at all and completely lived up to my fantasies.
When I laughed at him, he said, “You’ll learn to like the sex room.” The sex was just ok. I was 29; he was 45, bald, and out of shape, but there was just something about him.