David stopped by my classroom one day in early December to ask if I would help drywall his basement with 2 other guys on the first weekend of Winter break. One of the other guys was David's partner, James, and the other, Adam Connors, was like me, married with kids. He taught AP World History in the class down the hall from me.
"Of course," I responded enthusiastically. I was handy with tools and enjoyed helping others with their projects. I also enjoyed the time hanging out with other men doing masculine things. I told him I would bring my tools. He winked and I did not see him for the next couple of weeks.
That Friday as school ended, I received a text message from David asking if he could join him and the others that night to get some of the preliminary work done for Saturday morning.
I responded by asking what tools we needed and what he wanted to do for dinner. He replied by saying James was out of town, but the three of us would grill out. As far as tools, I should bring the basics, as tonight was more about logistics and getting ready. I had to clear the change in plans with my wife but did not think it would be a problem.
I spoke with my wife, Mary, and received the necessary clearance before gathering my tools and headed over to David's. My wife liked that I was making friends and doing things together with them. She encouraged it. "It's good for you," she would say. I agreed.
I arrived over at David's house and parked in the driveway. It was dark and cold when I walked up to the front door to ring the bell. There was no response and as I got ready to press again, I heard David tell me to come on in.
As I opened the door and stepped inside, I looked up to see David standing at the top of the stairs in a white robe, his hair wet from the shower.
"Hey, come on in. Lock the door if you don't mind," he said as he turned and started walking toward his bedroom. I was a little surprised by his request.
"When is Adam getting here?" I asked.
"He called and said he can't make it. His daughter is in a winter concert. He will be here in the morning. Come on up." He motioned with his head and waved me to continue up the stairs
At that moment, I knew was going to happen. It had been at least a month since our last get together and I was very hot for more. I felt my face get flushed and my cock twitched. I smiled and ran up the stairs two at a time.