Who in your high school would you have given your right arm to have sex with?

Don Bentley.. Redhead and hung like a horse... I had all the rest I wanted in HS. but he's the only one I just didn't get the chance.

Our Principal. He was a former ballplayer and hot. His son, Scotty was in my class and I wanted his dad so badly, that I settled for messing around with Scotty.

I did end up getting to mess around with his dad, but not until a few years after I graduated.

Mr Devlin

twentysomething social studies teacher with pecs of death

I did have sex with him, and the only appendage he asked for, well, it wasn't an arm.

I dunno ... I was dating my left hand pretty exclusively at the time.

my science teacher. he was french and persian and rode bikes everywhere and was just beautiful.

Two guys in my class. They both sort of knew it, even then back then it was never talked about--there was some flirting and some wrestling but nothing ever happen. Both married with kids now. Saw them both at the last reunion, and they both still look great. One of the guys really got into he and I making a show to freak out all the conservative folks we graduated with. They all know I'm gay now and he was pissed how some of them were treating me. He pulled me onto his lap at one point (his wife was cheering him on)and kept his arm around me most of the night. He's straight, but cool.

my high school biology teacher. He was short, but built like a brick shithouse. Dark bearded, with a hairy chest and bubble butt. Man this guy made me swoon.

He was a total perv too. He let me scope him out the urinals a couple of times. He had a huge, hairy dick. And when I was a senior, he gave me free passes to the gym he managed (his 2nd job). I chickened out though.

The other guy was our substitute gym teacher and basketball coach, Mr Pisani. He was another one who flashed me his cock in the bathroom.

Coulda woulda shoulda

[quote]And when I was a senior, he gave me free passes to the gym he managed (his 2nd job).

You should have... then you could have posted in the, "Does Gym Management Know..." thread!

His name is Michael. I've written about him before. I don't know what ever happened to him. He has such an unusual last name, he's eminently googleable, but I have never found him. I guess he died. Everyone else we knew had such ordinary names, they're impossible to find, but Michael, if he's out there, should have been findable.

I didn't realize until years later how much I wanted him. He was the first boy I felt that way about, and all I knew consciously was that I always wanted to be around him (which was somewhat doable), and that I would love to have seen him naked (which I never managed to accomplish).

Jake Ryan, of course.

There were two Italian brothers who taught in my HS and were always flirting with the girls. They were movie star hot and built. And very straight.

There were several white trashy nice guys I saw in gym class who would have been great to be with. Never tried anything. I was a dumb nieve kid.

Barbra Streisand

If you're a girl, please identify as such.

I for one WOULD like to hear from current high school teachers.

Ja... Jake Ryan? Jake's my boy! I just talked to Jake in the gym. He asked me about you!

Chuck Slagle. Muscular build, wrestled & played football. Had a nice face, if not beautiful. I heard rumors later that he was bi, never got to find out.

I was a white kid at an almost entirely black school. I got every fuckin' muscle-head I wanted.

Eddie Cole, Class of '83, voted Best Looking and homecoming king

R17, look how he turned out.

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I, very cute, dark curly hair,dreamy eyes.

R21 is the decoy, not the princess

Xavier, from Spain. Chestnut hair, alabaster skin. Black, soulful eyes. That face. Those eyelashes. Tgat accent.

*sigh*

Also Robert. Italian, handsome sexy. Devilish smile...

I'm supposed to pick just one? There were like 20 of them. Maybe even 30. Man, those were the days.

Hunter Mason. The hottest fucking guy in my school. My best friend was the school pump and dump and she let me watch him fuck her. That scene got me through senior year.

r2, more details please. Just the little bit you gave got me hot.

Jon Lunn

My English teacher. A young teacher who was about 27. Mr. Ostronoff. Looked exactly like Miles O'Keefe from that Tarzan movie with Bo Derek.

John Nerretti. We were supposed to go to the senior prom, but my mother turned him away at the door. For my own good, she says.

Clay Cooper, but I think everyone wanted him. Truly beautiful.

Lee Hoisington, my freshman year math teacher. He was fresh out of college himself and had long, nearly shoulder-length hair. Unlike the older teachers, Lee wore open-collar shirts without a tie. He seemed like such a rebel.

Once, in class, he inexplicably referred to me as "Sweet Baby James," after the James Taylor song. (My name is James, too.) I nearly fainted with joy right on the spot.

Peer: Doug Porter, later a decathlete

Teacher: Craig Stewart, athletic coach

There were so many guys in high school I would have given my right arm to have been with.

Dave

Nicky

Mike

Steven

Paramus High School football star Kenny Maxwell class of 75. Really nice guy, not the typical jock. Beautiful muscular body, thick hairy legs. Nice hairy pits. Flashed his dick to me a few times and with a sincere smile would tell me to hve a nice weekend on Friday. Sadly he passed away whem he was 30.

For R34

There was this exchange student from Acapulco, Mexico. Pathetic that I still remember where he comes from, but he really was everything to me in high school. He had the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen and was so handsome.

He was taken out of school because he was savagely bullied after being outed. :(

My gym teacher who used to walked around the locker room naked all the time. He was the master and I would have given anything to be his boy (at age 13, I thought "this is what love is"). He worked out everyday and then would strip in the locker room after school, walk around and engage in causal conversation with every wide-eyed kid who just "happened" to be standing around. The conversations were idiotic, like "how was your day", "how was your lunch", "what are you up to this weekend with your friends". Of course I and any other dumb sap - just stood there motionless, with both hands in our pockets, wearing a big grin and taking him all in (this was before spy cameras, videos and iphones - so I know what you apes are thinking). After having him as my teacher for two years every other teenager or man who came my way never cut the mustard. I mean never, he was it!

I can't believe some of you idiots are posting full names and other identifying information.

[quote]posting full names

They're probably dead so why would it matter?

STFU R38!

I'm sure halve of those people are six feet under.

The big, hunky, ex-college football player priest, who was the Athletic Director. Big, meaty hands; walked with his arms curved outward;barrel-chested; BIG feet, BIG nose. We called him Rocky Raccoon, because he had dark rings around his eyes. He exuded a sensual and sexual confidence with every step he took. I hope some of my former classmates got him.

Sophomore algebra teacher, nicknamed Sugar Bear, and we were his "cubs." Golden-blond hair; suit jacket straining at the seams; even sexier when he took off his eyeglasses.

A few others as well. I'd have been armless, and owing a few, if I ever got to have all the ones I wanted.

Kenny, big tall dumb beefy blonde football player

Kenny looked like a cross between Matt Dillon and James Franco. RIP

Wyn Titus

He was a few years older than myself. Not only handsome but perfectly built. Dark hair, sweet bubble butt that was sprinkled with a light covering of hair. Nice sized uncircumcised dick while nearly everyone else was cut. I still dream about his perfect buttocks.

I saw him naked at the swimming pool changing room.

My 7th Grade Science Teacher. I almost failed science because I just couldn't concentrate on the material. If you've seen the Viagra commercials, they say "If you have an erection lasting more than 4 hours, seek medical help." Well I wasn't taking Viagra and I had an erection lasting more than 4 hours and didn't seek medical help.

But he was kind of creepy in that he was married and had two children but he was always talking about how he thought Farrah Fawcett was hot (this was in the 70s when Charlies Angels was big). The reason I don't understand inertia today is because my science teacher was too busy drooling over Farrah.

I saw him in the grocery store once and his wife was really ugly. (I bet she trapped him into marriage by getting pregnant.) She reminded me of a joke we used to tell "If my dog had a face like that, I'd shave its behind and teach it to walk backwards.)

I saw him a few years ago and he gained about 50 pounds and looked terrible. My brother had said that he had divorced the ugly wife and married a student as soon as she graduated from high school.

Chita was so right when she sang "The more you face reality, the more you scar." So I have learned never, ever go back to your hometown school. You're better off with your memories of sexy high school science teachers.

Bill Applegate

It was a mid western small farm town. Bill was a farm boy. He was tall and lanky, blonde and hung. I do mean hung. His balls were huge, hung almost to the knees with a cock equal to that hang. It was almost shocking really. He got teased some about how big his dick was. When he went on a date as a sophomore, he wore a jock strap to control any erection.

We sat together in a class and I had been trying to sexually stimulate him with stories of my sucking another class mates cock. Bill was squirming in his chair because he had an erection. He was agreeable to letting me suck his cock and it would of happened. Problem was, he had to make the bus after school because he was needed on the farm for chores.

This guy named Matt S______. He was a little bit on the short side, but he was a football player with a great body, blue eyes, full lips, and a shaved head. I had a crush on him all 4 years of high school and I used to wish we would have a class together. However, he was in special education/remedial classes so we'd never cross paths.

Britton Roberts. Corey McAdams.

Not high school, but middle school. Seventh grade, to be exact. His name was (is) Eric Thompson, and every day at school I would lust over him with an unbridled, fervent passion. Tall, football-player build, tight jeans-wearing, he had that quintessential '80s, feathered brown hair hunk appeal. I've been looking for him on Facebook and other various social media outlets with no luck. Eric, where are you?!!

Teammate. He was a man among boys physically and completely unabashed about his naked body. One day he was doing pushups, naked of course, on a bench right next to me, with his dick going in and out of a knothole on the bench. Many similar things. Interestingly enough, I ran across a mugshot of him awhile back, sex with minor. Didn't say which gender, damn.

There was no one guy, really. I used to make lists of all the hot/cute guys in each of my classes.

I do remember one guy on the football team walking down the hall shirtless and sweaty one day after practice. He was only 16 probably but had the body of a Falcon porn star. Pecs and abs you would kill for. But like the cliche, he got fat and bald.

Of all names, Mr. Salmon the Swim Coach. Freaking hot ginger in a black Speedo. Then there was this short, geeky, cute guy with a humongus dick with the last name French. It actually swung when he walked the shower room. Even the big handsome ball players were in awe.

Jeff Preston - wrestler with a hot body - I was changing in the locker room near the open showers and he came out naked - looked at me and smiled standing there - had a big low hanging cock - I was staring at it. He must have stood there for 3-4 mins letting me stare. Wish I would have licked my lips.

George Kirchenbauer, prez of Student Council.

What about me?

R34, Paramus H.S. had some hot guys.

kenny alford. was on the football team, had dark feathered hair (it was the 80's), a great stocky muscled body, and a hairy chest and legs and ass. looked like the guy from "sixteen candles"- i was in the locker room changing after gym and he walked out of the showers totally naked. it was an epiphany, and set a template for my type that exists to this day.

One of my best friends who looked like he could have been Mario Lopez's hotter brother. Better face than Mario, but a stunningly ripped, muscular body. He was as solid as a rock. We used to sneak out late, late at night and go walk in the graveyard which was out in the "country" with a couple of other guys. We were theatre kids and thought that was just so cool. We'd try to scare each other. I was always an easy target. Besides, I'd pretend to be scared so I could grab my friend and feel his hard body. When we'd hang out at someone's house, and stay the night, I'd always ask him if I could put my head on his shoulder because I was "soooo sleepy." He let me every time, and, I'd make a point to not have a sleeping bag so I would have to share his. Nothing but cuddling ever happened, and, though brazen in some ways, I was still too shy to initiate something. He got married to a girl in college.

Then, there was my swim team coach who was eye-blisteringly handsome. He couldn't have been more than twenty-five. He had dark, black hair cut in that early 1990s style with bangs over one eye, and a rippling, lean muscular body. One day, I had strained my shoulder and he noticed I was rubbing it. He told me to sit out and took me to the top of the bleachers so he could massage it. I thought I was going to die, I was so aroused. After that, my propensity to strain my shoulder increased and the number of massages increased. But, AGAIN, nothing beyond that ever happened.

I wish I hadn't been so shy.

Oh, and there was another coach who had the biggest balls I'd ever seen. Like peaches, they were. He was a little older than the swim coach--maybe 34. Big, built guy. He liked to press his bulge into my back when he was spotting me or teaching me a new work out. At first I thought it was something else--something in his pocket. But, after a few times, I realized that it was his junk, especially when he'd get hard. I'd be doing shoulder pulls and he'd have himself pressed against my back, so, after awhile, I would pull extra hard so I could pinch his dick between my shoulder blades. I loved to feel him rubbing against me. I was 17, so, it's not as icky as it sounds. We never did anything more than that because there were other people around. He was very open about sex talk and asked me a few times if I was "ever so horny that" I just wanted to whip it out wherever I was and "fuck everything in sight?"

Come to think of it, I suppose it was very inappropriate, but I was so entranced by it, I didn't care. I used to go home and dream about it, and what he could do with me. Over, and over again.

Robert Knott. A h.s. wrestler with an ass of death and always wore tight jeans. How I mooned over that moon.

Adam A, r48 - Corey McAdams sounds like he'd be a hottie!

This thread has got me horny as hell!

Dang, R58. The thing that I regret most in life are the missed opportunities. This was definitely one for you. He liked you.

Coach Gary Koch- he taught world history and also managed the varsity football team.

He bonded with me over the Macbeth film directed by Roman Polanski and always said Hi to me when he'd jog the school's perimeter shirtless after school.

Hot, short, muscular, bald and Hairy - Coach Koch informed my sexual tastes in men for years to come.

Once I realized he was fucking the co-eds, I "broke up" with him and never looked back lol

Burt Ward. Yes, he was hung.

The buff black quarterback with the huge bubble butt

Jeff Grey. He was in my 11th grade gym class. He was the same age as all of us but he looked like a grad student. Gorgeous, beautiful body and a piece of meat most men would kill for. And he dearly loved prancing around in the showers naked showing that thing off. Alas, he dropped dead in his mid 40s of a massive heart attack.

This guy Jason P. He was a football player. Popular but also nice to me, two or so years younger. I normally like guys with dark hair and dark eyes but he was smoking hot. About six feet or just under. Dirty blonde, slightly wavy hair. Dark blue eyes, side wide apart and a roman nose. I saw him a few times in the changing room and we both looked at each other. he had some old hanes the kind straight boys have that are starting to fall apart. i remember then thinking at 15 i wanted to rip them off of him and suck his cock and balls lol. He saw me walking home alone on night and drove me home and talked for a while in his car in the dark. My heart was beating like a semi-automatic. I should have gone for it. The worst is our driveway at the time was weirdly situated between our shitty house and the neighbors nicer house and I pretended to walk 'home' to the much nicer house. I knocked once and walked in (I knew them enough to know they wouldn't freak out but it would be weird) and pretended I was locked out and needed to call my aunt's house (meanwhile they were like...but your parents car is in front of your house). Clearly I was a little akward but FWIW it was a blue collar town with like 500 kids in the school. I still check him out on social and he's still a God lol.

Tommy J*****. In 11th grade, he was varsity QB on football team. Dark hair. Blue blue eyes. Nice as hell. And smart too (ended up at Princeton). I was on swim team. Once we were both late to practice. In locker room I was putting in my speedo. He stripped nude to put on jock etc. we were talking just getting dressed. He had a massive dick and huuuuge lowhangers. I watched out of corner of my eye as he put that jock on. I think that began my interest in men in jocks. Damn he was handsome.