Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:00:08 EST
From: Hop45@aol.com
Subject: The Biology Teacher

The Biology Teacher
Chapter 1, Paul
By Awesome Art

This story was inspired by my new friend Paul.  Although we are much older
now, I can see how this relationship could have developed when both of us
were much younger.  When Paul's father discovered our relationship, he
became a major player in this story, as will be seen in Chapter 2.


				   Paul

I took my first teaching job in a small city in Michigan after completing
my master's degree at the MSU in teaching and biology.  Even though I had a
great background in science from my academic courses, the teaching courses
were practical and emphasized classroom management.  As a result, my first
year was a great success.  My general science classes were under control,
my sophomore biology classes were enjoyable, and my advanced biology class
was a true delight.

In my advanced biology class, there were only fifteen students so we could
expand the class to include field trips and experimentation.  There were
five outstanding students including two gorgeous young women, two nerdy
males, and Paul.  The rest of the class was made up of good students who
enjoyed the college-like atmosphere and the respect with which I treated
them.

Paul was something special.  As a senior he had grown into his 6'2" frame
beautifully.  He was a farm boy and had developed a great honest
musculature through hard work.  Paul had medium brown nicely trimmed hair.
He wore glasses but they actually made him more handsome and mature
looking.  He had a great smile and beautiful dark brown eyes that sparkled
when he grinned.

Paul chose the seat right in the front of the room and was very much into
interacting with me in the classroom.  I liked to relax on a lab stool as I
discussed topics with the class.  After a couple weeks, I noticed that
Paul's eyes were often not on mine but focused below the belt.  Once I saw
that, of course, my bulge started to swell.  During quizzes and exams, I
could stroll the room or sit perched on my stool and observe the class.
Often Paul would stretch out and spread his legs and invite my eyes to see
his nice bulge.  A couple times he looked up and caught me and smiled
knowingly at me.

During lab exercises I would move from lab table to lab table, answering
questions and adding extra information.  It seemed each time I approached
Paul's table he would have something under the scope that I just had to
see.  Then he would move in close and even lightly press his crotch against
my back.  Being the professional I was (and scared as shit), I would not
return the pressure but felt the pulsation flow through my body.

Besides my school work, I didn't get too involved with the community.
While at MSU, I had discovered slowly that my true passion was men and
finally relaxed enough to have my first encounter.  Wow.  After that,
although still reserved, I was always on the look out for possible
connections and my "gaydar" got pretty damn good.  By my senior year I had
given up all pretense of seeking the girl of my dreams and determined
finally that I was gay.  In Rothchild there were no obvious gay hangouts
and no men willing to let their gay sides show.  As a result, I often spent
Friday or Saturday nights in Lansing, Grand Rapids, or one of the other
larger cities enjoying my freedom and passions.

 I reserved Sundays for relaxation, hiking, gardening, and attending the
local United Church of Christ.  I had grown up in the church and always
appreciated the open and welcoming atmosphere of the UCC.  The church in
Rothchild was very similar to my home church so I easily fit in.  Once the
congregation discovered that I had a good voice, I was quickly recruited
into the choir.  Well, guess who else was there?  Paul, his parents, and
his sister were all members and all good singers.  I got assigned a seat in
the baritone section next to Paul.  This gave us a new venue for chatting
in a more relaxed manner and also gave us a chance to casually rub our legs
against each other.  At first I would slowly pull away but after awhile, I
couldn't resist and took every opportunity to return the favor.

After one choir practice when Paul's family was all out of town, he offered
me a ride home.  I accepted and we listened to music and comfortably
chatted for about an hour.  When I said I should go in, he protested and
reached over to hold my leg in place.  I froze but he didn't back away.  I
relaxed back into the soft bucket seat and Paul slowly stroked his hand up
and down my thigh.  By now, the glow from my yard light clearly revealed my
hardness expanding down my leg.  Paul chuckled and said he guessed he'd
better get home although he hated to break this up.  As he removed his
hand, he slowly drew it across my cock.  I let out a gasp and raced into my
apartment.  I tore off my clothes as I ran to my bedroom and fell into bed
for a fast and furious jack off.  I quickly blew all over my chest a
massive load and slipped into a wildly sexual sleep.

Things cooled down for awhile and I was relieved although I was wildly
fantasizing about Paul day and night.  He stayed warm and friendly and
acted as though nothing had happened (maybe it didn't).  We did our little
dance in the classroom and continued our leg rubbing in the choir.  I began
seeking relief on my weekend sojourns to the cities and found I was seeking
out Paul look-alikes and then fucking the hell out of them whenever I
could.  But, I wasn't satisfied.

I received an invitation to the Warrens for Thanksgiving dinner.  I happily
accepted and enjoyed a delicious meal with a wonderful family.  Paul's
sister was a sophomore and a knockout.  Paul's younger brother Mike was now
12 and I could see exactly what Paul looked like before he blossomed.  The
complexion and eyes were clearly from his mother who was a lovely woman.
His dad seemed like the odd man out with his ruddy complexion and reddish
brown hair.  But, Paul's build came from his dad who although 42 was quite
a hunk.  After the meal we played games and then Paul showed me his room.
Mike was on our tail until Paul finally told him to get lost.

We roamed out to the barn to see Paul's 4H cattle.  He fed and watered them
and treated them all with loving care.  They obviously loved him too as
they brushed against him and nudged him for extra feed.  Paul then said
he'd like to show me his secret hideaway where he retreated when the world
closed in on him.  That seemed unlikely for such a together guy but I guess
we all need it.  We climbed to the hay loft and wandered around enjoying
the fragrance and the warmth of the cattle that lifted into the loft.  I
followed Paul to a corner where he pushed some bales apart and we entered
into a small cave.  A little light filtered through from loose shingles on
the roof so I could see his little spot.  There were an old chair, a few
books, and an old quilt spread over some bales in the corner.  We sat down
there and slowly breathed in the peace and warmth of this special place.

Finally I said, "Paul, I love this spot.  It is just perfectly you and I
feel honored that you shared it with me."

Paul responded that I was the first person he had ever invited there and
that I made him feel so adult and special.  He reached over and took my
hand and held it between his.  It was probably the warmest and most loving
motion I had ever felt and I tingled all over.  In response I raised my
other arm and put it around his shoulder and pulled him to me.  We held
each other gently, enjoying the comfort and warmth of the place.  We
started stroking each others backs and leaning closer and closer.  I
couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to kiss Paul's neck.  He turned
his head toward me and suddenly our lips were locked together and our
tongues were gently invading each other's mouths.

When we finally broke our kiss, we stayed inches apart, looking into each
other's eyes.  Finally Paul said, "I've waited so long for this; I love
you.  Teach me how to love you."

That brought me back to reality and I responded that he was a wonderful,
sexy, handsome young man but I was his teacher and couldn't go on like
this.  I'd lose my job and he would be humiliated and shut out by all his
friends.  I was terribly attracted to him but had to regain control over my
emotions.

Paul looked shocked and then started to slowly sob, "I love you so much.
I'll die if you shut me out.  Please love me."

I took him back in my arms and stroked his back and hair.  "I do love you
Paul but this can't be.  You'll be going off to college and find many guys
or girls to love.  You have everything going for you and you (we) can't let
this get the best of us."

Paul responded that he understood but couldn't stand it if I shut him out.
I promised I wouldn't and suggested that we probably should reappear at the
house.  We stood and quickly fell into each others arms, again kissing
wildly and pressing our bodies and our raging cocks against each other.

Paul whispered, "I'm so glad that you are big and hard and responding to
me.  I may survive knowing you have passion for me too."

With that invitation, I reached down and for the first time took Paul's
bulge into my hands.  He was fully hard and had a very respectable cock.  I
stroked him a few times as he moaned in ecstasy then patted him on the rear
and said, "Let's go."  The weeks went by and Paul and I maintained our
relationship and our distance.  In late February the girls appeared in
class with a huge cake and burst into Happy Birthday, Paul.  It was Paul's
18th and he gloried in the attention.  Millie was obviously completely in
love with Paul and he led her on with invitations to dances and weekend
dates.  As Paul left the room he leaned over and said, "Now I'm legal."
That restarted my passion and I realized that no one else I had dated had
done anything for me lately.  It dawned on me that I was hooked.

In mid March we had one of those wonderful early warm spring spells.
Everyone was out running around in shorts and T shirts and looking white as
ghosts.  I had neglected my research and thought it was a great weekend to
ride over to Lake Michigan and do some specimen collecting.  Without doing
much thinking, I asked Paul if he wanted to take a Saturday excursion with
me.  The answer was a quick and emphatic yes.

We left early and visited several bogs at which I had been collecting for
years.  We chatted and goofed around and had a wonderful relaxed time.  A
little disappointed, I thought maybe Paul had decided to cool it with me or
maybe he and Millie were really serious.

Then we headed to a secluded stretch of gorgeous Lake Michigan beach.  I
had discovered this spot years ago and thought of it as my private beach.
Even in the midst of summer, I had hardly ever come across anyone else
there.  Paul shared my enthusiasm and exclaimed that he now knew what
heaven was like.

We strolled the beach, picking up agate and Petoskey stones, and then
decided to take a rest.  Out of my backpack, I pull out a thin blanket and
drinks.  Out of his, he recovered sandwiches his mother had made.  We
lunched and then lay back to enjoy the warmth of the sun.  Soon Paul
announced he was ready to get a tan and pulled off his T shirt and then his
levis.  Too surprised to react, I sat there staring.  Paul stripped to some
bikini briefs and then said, "Don't be an old teacher; join me."  What
could I do?  I slowly dropped my clothes as Paul hummed the Stripper.
Luckily, I had forsaken my usually boxers and put on a pair of stylish
Calvin briefs.  Paul whistled and I blushed and quickly fell to the
blanket.

The sun felt wonderful and we dozed and dreamed and chatted.  A few times
our hands met and we briefly touched.  After a brief snooze, I woke with a
start and saw my snoozing Adonis quickly turning bright red.  I fished
around in my backpack and came up with some sunscreen which I started
gently applying to Paul's back and shoulders.  He lazily opened his eyes
and smiled.  After finishing his upper torso, I started on his legs.  As I
worked up toward his ass, his legs would slide apart and I could hear a
faint moan.  I knew I was playing with fire but I couldn't stop.  My
fingers stroked the outside of his upper thighs and then moved toward the
center.  Paul's moans were no longer quiet but steady and mixed with
"yes's".  I pulled away after completing him and he said, "Don't stop now.
That is the best feeling I've ever had."

I chuckled and started giving his back a nice massage.  After working over
his upper back and arms, I moved to his lower back.  Paul arched his back
in pleasure and was again moaning.  My fingers touched the top of his
bikini and then were under the silky cloth.  I couldn't stop.  I pushed the
cloth down and exposed his gorgeous plump ass.  It was the most beautiful
ass I had ever seen.  Even if I had wanted to, there was no turning back
now.  My hands kneaded the buns and I leaned over and gently kissed then.
Slowly I applied lotion to his ass and then let my finger slip into the
crack.  Paul responded by spreading his legs and begging me to do more.
Now his rosebud was exposed and I couldn't help leaning in and sticking my
tongue in as deep as it could go.  Paul let out a yell and I thought I had
crossed some line, but then it became apparent what had happened.  Paul had
had a major orgasm and was breathing heavily.

I worked my way up his back and took Paul in my arms and kissed him deeply.
Paul was again weeping but it was pure bliss.  "I love you so much.  You
make my body go wild.  I can't have anyone else but you."  Paul mumbled in
a rush.  I stroked him and told him I loved him too and all would be fine.

After Paul calmed down and cleaned himself up a bit, he exclaimed that I
was a lobster and that he had better return the favor.  Although not a
masseur by any means, his hands felt wonderful as he applied the cool
lotion to my hot skin.  Paul was not hesitant about pushing my briefs down
and exploring my all in all.  Soon I was the moaning one.  Although
extremely excited, I was not a hair-trigger like Paul. After coating my
back side he rolled me over exposing my raging hard.  Paul snickered and
then proceeded to completely pull off my Calvin's.  I was leaking large
drops of precum and Paul quickly leaned in and lapped them up, expressing
"mmmm."  All of a sudden he took my cock in his mouth and began sucking it
like a hungry child.  After so much foreplay, I was approaching a climax.
Suddenly he pulled off, laughed at me, and took one of my nipples in his
mouth and sucked it hard.  I jumped up and grabbed him and we rolled over
and over in the sand.  We were quite a site.  Two completely naked,
completely hard men cover in sand and beaming brightly.

"I want to do everything with you.  Teach me everything you know.  Make
love to me; fuck me."  Paul exploded.

"Whoa.  First of all, you seem very adept and secondly, I don't know so
much."

"I don't care. Just make love to me forever."

I jumped up and ran for the water with Paul on my tail.  Lake Michigan in
March is just out of the ice stage so it was frigid.  No matter, we plunged
in screaming as we quickly washed the sand off and headed back to the
blanket.  We sat down and tried to catch our breaths.  We leaned together
and kissed gently.  Paul spoke first and said, "I love you David and I want
you to make love to me and take me."

"Are you sure that is what you want?  I love you too but I don't want to
rush you into anything and you know it will hurt the first time."

"I know but I don't care.  If you don't fuck me, I am going to die."

"Take it easy.  It's a wonderful way to share love but it can wait."

"I've been waiting all year and I have to have you now."

I again took him in my arms and laid him back on the blanket on his
stomach.  Paul spread his legs and I again licked his ass and kissed his
hole.  Slowly I spread his cheeks and tongued him deeper and deeper as he
moaned in ecstasy.  I brought out the lotion and started rubbing it into
his crack and with my fingers slipped it in.  Rather than retreating, his
ass rose to meet my penetrations.  By this time, I was roaring hard since I
had been interrupted earlier.  I climbed over Paul's back and kissed his
neck and whispered, "Are you ready."  He nodded vehemently in response.

I took a good handful of lotion and coated my sensitive cock and placed the
head at the entryway.  I pushed and nothing happened--a closed door.  I
pushed again and the same thing.  "You have to relax Paul or this will kill
you; try pushing out rather than tensing up."  I pushed again and pop, my
engorged head slipped past his sphincter in to the hot channel.  Paul
screamed out and I held still.  Then he said, "It's ok. I'm ready".  I
pushed again and it slid in easily and Paul groaned in appreciation.

After my rigorous and lengthy preamble, Mr. sophistication shot long and
hard after about three strokes.  I apologized to Paul but he was beside
himself in joy.  "My lover man has fucked me and I'm no longer a virgin.
I'm the happiest boy on earth."

(I hope you enjoyed the story and are looking forward to chapter 2.  I love
feedback and will respond.  Please write me at hop45@aol.com.)