Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 16:33:26 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Couldn't Believe My Teacher

	This is a story about my first year in high school and a new teacher's
first year teaching here, who, fortunately for me, lives at my mom's - she
has a small boarding house and the renters also eat breakfast and dinner
there.  The teacher and I became attracted to each other and soon became
involved in sexual acts and more.

       The town is not only small but kind of behind the times and a little
funky.  For example there are two grade schools, one junior high and one
high school - no middle school, that sort of thing.  So, I am 14 years old,
5'-10" tall, just entering high school, and skinny.  I wear loose pants so
they barely cling to my butt - I'm always having to put a finger in each
side of the waistband and hoist them up - it's a local fad here; I'd love to
get my hair dyed jet black, which is another local thing with boys but my
mom won't let me - the girls go in for rainbow colors.

	Before I forget, my name is Brad.  Too, I guess I should explain a few
things since I mentioned my mom.  She isn't really my mom but my aunt Irene
that is a few years older than my mom was.  Irene's husband was my mothers'
brother (I tell you that because they both died in an auto accident, along
with my father, on their way to a family funeral in Kearny, Nebr.)  I was
only one year old and I have no memory whatever of my parents; that is why I
call Irene my mom.

	Maybe you've guessed - I'm gay.

        I've known for a long time; don't ask me how I know, I just do.  In
junior high, we didn't suit up for gym, which were only half hour periods
twice a week.

	In high school we do suit up and my freshman gym class is right behind a
junior gym class, so there is some intermingling as they're dressing and
we're undressing.  But that is just a comment and has nothing to do with the
issue, eventhough I do cop a look at the older boy's dicks when it's safe to
do so.

	I've often wondered if I'm gay because I have a big dick - it is 7".  In
fact, Irene came into my room, unannounced, one day and commented on it
(luckily I wasn't jacking it) and a few days after that she hauled me to the
doctor's office to confirm that nothing was wrong with me - instead the
doctor told her that they came in all sizes and I was one of the blessed
ones, so to speak.  Despite what the doctor said, I just knew that grown men
must have 10 or 12" tools.  I couldn't wait to see one in the flesh and,
better yet, have one myself someday.

	Having teachers staying with us was not unusual.  The house was located 5
blocks from the junior high and 3 blocks from the high school and the
principals always recommended it to new, unmarried teachers.  My aunt slept
in the largest bedroom at the front of the upstairs.  There were 3
additional bedrooms up there and 2 in a small, finished basement.  I
occupied one and the other was rented - we had our own bathroom.  This was
the first time, however, that a young teacher happened to get the second
bedroom down there.

       He would be teaching remedial math and freshman algebra, in which I
was enrolled - it was a mandatory course.  His name was Aaron Nagel - my
height, very fair complexioned, with black hair.  His eyes were blue and he
wore glasses. His hair was just beginning to thin at the temples in what
Irene called "male pattern baldness".  The first day he arrived, I came home
from the swimming pool and when he introduced himself to me I damn near shit
my pants.  He was so fucking good looking - instant hard on, love at first
sight; I was experiencing all those emotions that I had assumed existed only
in fiction.  He was extremely sensitive looking even down to his long slim
fingers and well-formed, long fingernails.  And, of course, with my
conception of adult cocks, I imagined his between his legs, picturing it, in
my mind as being between 10 and 12".  He was just out of college, so I
guessed he was probably 22 or 23.

	Meals were family style at one table.  The renters were welcome to watch TV
in the living room.  I sometimes watched it there too.  Sometimes it got
kinda wild, especially if Irene wasn't watching - sexually oriented
comments, farts, that sort of man stuff.  One evening some guy eased one out
that no body heard but had everyone gasping for breath. No body owned up to
it but the guy next to me leaned over and whispered in my ear "Silent but
deadly."  It cracked me up; I had to leave the room.

	I had a computer in my room and Aaron had a TV, plus a computer in his. He
was friendly but it wasn't until mid October that things really started to
develop between us, and I was too fucking stupid to recognize what was going
on.

       But I sure recognized that I had a lot of competion from the sluts in
school.  There were three of them in high school that the boys said
"Put out". In fact, I was sure there were more than three that were after
Aaron.  I have yet to get a front row seat in his class.  All of the girls
bomb from their last class, arrive way before the bell and hog the front row
seats.

In the beginning, so to speak, Aaron started coming into my bedroom (neither
of us ever closed our doors) and asking me about my homework, if I could use
some help and that sort of stuff; plus we started going to movies once in a
while. I'd have loved to have had him come on me, do anything he wanted to
do to or with me, but I was just too fucking stupid, or he was too fucking
subtle, for me to get the message.

His first attempt was he suggested we sit in the very last row of the small
balcony of the theater.  After a while, he slumped down in the seat, spread
his legs until the one next to me touched mine and then began jiggling his
foot to make his leg rub against mine (Oh if I could live that moment over,
what I'd do differently!).

The most direct come-on occurred one night when I was taking a shower before
bed.  He came in the bathroom and said he needed to use the toilet.  He sat
on the john and lingered like what seemed forever, and I was too bashful to
get out of the shower with him in the room.  I thought my skin would
probably be permanently wrinkled when I finally did get out.

Even the next chance I was too timid to grab.

One evening, while I was on the computer he came into my room, grabbed a
chair and sat down beside me, asked what I was watching, could he kill a few
minutes with me before hitting the sack - his bathrobe opened up before he
sat down beside me.  He was wearing boxer shorts made of some real soft,
grey material.  The fly was open and his cock was hanging both out and down
in all it's beautiful, exciting, intoxicating and arousing glory.

I couldn't get over it!  I was absolutely right.  Men's cocks did develop
into being 10 to 12".  I don't know if his was quite that big, but it damn
near was, it was not hard, it hung straight down and reached to within 5" of
his knee cap.  I looked at it and had an involuntary orgasm in my pants.

I didn't go to sleep for two or three hours and I kept thinking about what
Aaron had just done. I vowed to be ready for him next time. The very next
night, he came in again; as he got close to me I could smell liquor on his
breath.  I didn't know he drank - maybe he needed to feel a little bolder.
This time I was sitting in a T- shirt and boxer shorts, which I had slipped
down almost to my knees; I was playing with myself and my dick was sticking
out its full 7 inches.  Aaron's bathrobe was parted, no boxers this time.

He looked and said, "O my God, you're beautiful. What a beautiful, boy cock"
and he, too, began to erect.  I stood up, faced him and he enveloped me in a
hug and a kiss.

Finally we had both succeeded in our quests!

What now?  I didn't have a clue.

        "Have you ever done anything with another guy?"

	"No, show me what to do."

        He backed me up and lowered me onto my unmade bed and walked out of
the room.  I heard him switching his room lights off and locking his door,
returning, locking my door and turning off my light.

	As our eyes adapted to the darkness, moonlight lit the room, as the windows
were about 3' high and totally above ground level.  He started whispering to
me.

	"Are you gay, do you know what the word means?"

	"Yes I am and yes I do."

       He reached down, found my hand and wrapped it around his enormous man
cock.

	"Do you masturbate, which means to jack off?"

	"Yes, I jack it off thinking about you every night."

       "Holy shit!  That's hot.  That means you like me."

	"Have you ever sucked or been sucked?"

	"No but I know what it means.  I've heard guys use the word 'cocksucker'."

	"What would you like to do, take turns jacking each other off or sucking
each other off?  I guess you shoot cum?"

       "Aaron, I don't know what to choose.  I'd like to do both.  I'm not
afraid.  I want to do things with you but I just don't know what I should
say."

	"Brad, don't worry, I hope we can do something together every night because
I'm kinda lonely.  If we don't get it done now, we can do it tomorrow.  Is
that OK with you?"

        "Sure, I'd love to do something with you every night.  Do you really
mean it?"

        "I really do.  I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.  I really
mean every night, hopefully more often than that.  You make me so fucking
hot, I can't believe it."

	He had me turn around in the bed and for the first time in my life I sucked
a cock - his cock - his big, beautiful, man cock.  It was rock hard, yet so
soft and warm.  I loved it!  He reached between my legs and slowly stuck one
of his long slender fingers up my bunghole.  I don't think I had ever shot
such a big load of jizz in my life; his cock erupted and was also loaded
with warm cum.  He was swallowing; I did the same.  He turned around and
wrapped me in his arms.

	"That was so good, Aaron.  I really loved it.  Thanks.  I've been dreaming
of you.  I just knew all men had big long cocks like you."

	He burst into laughter, burying his face in the pillow to muffle the sound.
  I was getting angry.

He just wouldn't stop.  When he finally composed himself he kissed me and
said "You dear, sweet, naive young boy."  I wasn't too sure what he meant,
so I asked him what naive meant.  "In your case it means innocent and it
makes me love you even more than I did before."  After more kissing he
suggested we sit up and face each other, turning around in the bed so the
moonlight would fall on us so we could see each other's cocks as we did it.
The thought of playing with his big cock brought me to hardness again.  I
loved playing with his huge cock and I loved his beautiful hands stroking
mine.  He brought me to climax first, but didn't stop; he milked my cum onto
his palm, rubbed it all over my shaft and continued jacking me off - it was
excruciating in the mixture of intense pain and intense pleasure at one and
the same time.  I shot off for the second time.

He rubbed my second load all over his shaft and told me to start on him
again.  I cannot describe the pleasure I received from jacking off that big
cock of his and watching his face as he neared climax.  He reached over and
kissed me.  Soon his love juice poured out of his piss slit, all over the
bed sheets.

We did some more whispering and he said he should get back but would see me
at breakfast.  I replayed, in my mind, what had just happened between us and
when I did fall asleep I dreamed of Aaron.

The next day, after his algebra class, he asked me to stay awhile.  The
sluts all gave me strange looks.

He just wanted to tell me that there had been a notice on the staff bulletin
board this morning.  He had to go to a teachers meeting right after school.
It must have turned out to be a long meeting.  I was so fucking antsy
waiting for him to get home that I damn near died.  The first thing he did
when he got down to the basement was to kiss me.

The next day, Friday, was better, we had another hot session in bed, sucking
and jacking.  Saturday he asked me if there was anywhere to hike.  He drove
down to the river where there were sandy islands reachable from the highway
bridge. We walked along the longest island and found a limb, 10" in diameter
that had fallen from a dying Cottonwood tree.  The attached branches at one
end and another previously fallen limb at the other end made it just the
right height to sit on.  I started to sit down but Aaron told me to straddle
it and he followed so we were facing each other.  It was a beautiful fall
day and we took our jackets off.

"Aaron, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"The other night you said my innocence made you love me even more - do you
love me?"

"That sorta slipped out, but I've realized since then that I really do love
you.  You are the first boy I've ever messed around with, but that isn't the
reason.  I just love you.  But it scares me."

"Why?"

"I don't know if we should get into that kind of a relationship so fast."

"Why?"

"The responsibility of it for both of us, but I want it very much.  I didn't
intend teaching here for more than two years.  Since you are a freshman, I
would have to spend three more years here.  Then if you went to college,
maybe I could get a position as an instructor and we could live together in
an apartment.  All that sounds pretty heavy to me right now, and I'm sure it
does to you, too. Well, now you know I've been thinking about you a lot.
Now you tell me what you want and what you think?"

"Well, first, you are the answer to all my dreams and all I've ever wanted.
Your plan sounds terrific.  I told him about Irene's husband and my parents,
and told him that Irene had put my dad's insurance into a trust fund
invested with a broker.  I would have money to go to college, I was sure -
if not enough I knew Irene would help me. Where would you want me to go?"

"The University of Denver, you could pick any number of majors and they also
grant degrees in teaching.  Maybe I could do some teaching and still do some
work toward a higher degree."

"I'd go anywhere you want just as long as I'd be with you."

"Brad, how would you like it if we were to sleep together every night?

"I'd be a little afraid mom might discover us."

"Brad, yesterday she asked me if I was gay.  I told her I was.  She said she
knew you were, too.  Not the way you talk or anything else.  She just knew
and asked if we'd been doing stuff together.  I told her we were.  She said
we might as well sleep together and take care of each other.  She'd feel a
lot more comfortable if you were doing it at home rather than somewhere
else."

"She didn't?"

"I wouldn't lie to you Brad.  She just warned us about Saturdays because the
guys from upstairs went to the basement and did their laundry on Saturday -
that is why I suggested we go for a walk."

He reached over, groped me and told me to take it out.  He exposed his
genitals to me, too.  It was so exciting seeing them in daylight.

"Is it safe here, Brad?"

"I don't know, but I sure need it!"

"Me, too."

We walked over to where some Willow bushes provided some privacy, our cocks
still out and now erect.  He slipped his into my fly and between my legs and
guided mine into his fly.  We humped together until he pulled away, dropped
to his knees and took me into his warm, wet mouth.  As soon as I shot my
load we changed positions and he fucked my mouth, as deep as he knew I would
be comfortable with.

Walking back to the car, he said we would have to attach some conditions to
our relationship.

He thought it would be unfair to mess around with anyone else or to jack
ourselves off.  He wanted me to control my desires and save all my sexual
energies, my total self just for him until we could be together.

Too, he predicted times that one or the other of us wouldn't feel up to it,
but it was our duty to 'put out' anyway.  A relationship should entail  many
pleasures but it also required some responsibilities.  I understood the
words but couldn't foresee a downside to them.  Before too many months I
would experience the downside.

"Aaron, can we be like, you know, boyfriends?"

"I'd like that very much Brad."

So from that night on we slept, spooned together, after first having sex
together.

After a few nights, he elaborated on the size of    adult male cocks.  He
described the three different roommates he had in college and how none of
them were as big as I was.  He described one dude that had a 1" long shaft,
saying he never seemed to lack for dates and guessed that he might have had
an enduring tongue and could get them off by eating their pussies.  All I
said in return was "Yuk!"

Thanksgiving he wanted me to go home with him because one of his sisters
would be home from college and she was a portrait artist.  Irene gave us
permission.

She did a sizable, colored chalk portrait of me on thick, textured, tan
paper.  Debby, the sister, wanted to matt it and frame it with glass.  She
promised she would send it to my mom as a Christmas present.

It was really great, better than any snapshot of me that anyone had ever
taken.

Aaron hadn't mentioned it, but his parent's house was small and necessitated
our sleeping together.  I think the both of us were hornier than we had ever
been before.  Aaron said he had heard that cocks were never harder than when
you got them out of town.  Whatever it was, we about lost our brains over
sex. We were sleeping in a double bed and it was kinda small.  Our naked
bodies were always in touch and it seemed we just couldn't behave ourselves.

So, Aaron went home for Christmas and I missed him like hell.  Debbie's
caulk sketch did arrive and Irene fell in love with it.  New Years Eve Aaron
went to a party with some of the upstairs guys.  He came home really late;
he woke me with his fumbling and banging around but I acted like I was
sleeping.

He crawled into the sack with me.  His feet were cold, his hands were cold;
they made me flinch.
He assumed I was asleep.  Without saying one word, he put his cold hands on
my buns and parted them as much as he could.  Then he started pushing at my
sphincter with the head of his huge cock.  He actually succeeded in
penetrating me.  I started taking deep breaths through my mouth; I knew I
couldn't take him in my love hole.

He was too damn big.  He knew it, too.  We'd even talked about it recently.
He didn't stop, didn't pull out, just kept up a steady pressure until it
seemed he had his whole, big thing inside me.  Surely he knew what he was
doing, that he was hurting me.  He had to know even if he had been drinking.

It couldn't have hurt worse if he had jammed a red-hot poker into me.

My only salvation turned out to be that after only two strokes, I could feel
his cock shooting his cum deep into my ass.  He rolled over on his back and
when I was sure he was asleep, I slowly, cautiously got out of bed and went
to the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet and started crying into a towel so he wouldn't hear me.
At that point I didn't care whether I ever saw him again.  I wiped myself
with toilet paper and I was bleeding.  I didn't know what to do but decided
to take two Tylenol and then I ran the faucets in the basin until warm, but
not hot water, came out.  I wet a washcloth and held it on my anus and sat
back down on the toilet.

I had never smoked a cigarette in my life but I went into his room, found a
new pack in his top dresser drawer and a book of matches.  Again sitting on
the toilet, I smoked my first cigarette, my second and my third.  They
didn't help.  Finally, I was getting cold and decided the best place to be
would be to get back into bed.  I got a large towel and folded it over so I
could put it under my buns in case I continued to bleed a little.

It was then that I remembered that he had hinted at this that day we were
driving back from the river.

He had said it was our duty to keep the other happy eventhough we were not
in the mood for something. I also realized that I still loved him eventhough
he had been a bastard tonight.  He was still everything I had ever dreamed
of and, normally, he was very kind and very gentle.  Maybe I'd cut 5" off
his dick for insurance against next time.

It took like what seemed forever to drop off to sleep and before I did I
thought of my revenge.  Not so much that he'd fucked me but that he'd made
me so upset and unable to go to sleep.

I don't know when I woke up, but he had pulled my computer chair over next
to the bed and was sitting in his bathrobe, waiting for me to wake up.

"Aaron, are you OK?"

"I don't know yet"

"When I woke up I saw the towel you had under you and knew you had been
bleeding.  God, Aaron, I am so sorry, so damned sorry.  I remembered what I
had done to you.  It's all my fault."  I think he was about to cry.

"Aaron, I'm OK.  I'm not even angry with you.  You told me our relationship
entailed some responsibilities.  I'm glad you wanted me and I tried to live
up to my end of the bargain."

"Oh shit, Brad, that's just a kind and gentle way to say I was a complete
bastard and an asshole.  But, I'm glad you don't hate me."

"Aaron, I don't think I could ever hate you, I love you too much for that.
What you did was meant as an act of love."  He came over to the side of the
bed and knelt on the floor, reached over and kissed me.

"I told Irene you must be really tired and I was going to let you sleep
late.  I'll go get you some breakfast and bring in down, you just stay in
bed.  Then I'm going to wash you back there and I have some ointment to put
on that might ease things a bit."

Women!  When I finally went upstairs, I had the gut feeling that Irene knew
what had happened, or else I just had a guilty conscience.  After lunch,
Aaron wanted to go down to the river.  It was exceptional weather for New
Years Day, which occasionally it can be in January.  Aaron sat on the same
log but had me sit on his lap thinking I would be more comfortable.

With his arms around me he apologized again and said he wanted to tell me
something:  "Brad, I'm no authority on gay partnerships, but several guys
have told me that the only way they can endure for a long time is if one
partner is dominate and the other is submissive, which gays call being the
top and being the bottom.  We are both into jacking and sucking each other,
but I feel it's got to evolve into a little more.  I'm not trying to justify
last night, but its got to happen further down the road.  Do you see what
I'm trying to say?"

"I understand and I would like that big thing all the way inside be because
it is part of you."

But you're going to have to prepare me somehow and get me so I am used to
doing it and can take it for you."

"You are so good to me, and so good for me; so understanding, too."  I
promise I'll never do it again until both of us have gone through a lot of
experimenting and training with each other."

"Do you think its possible for anyone to take a cock as big as yours?"

"Yes it is. I've seen it done in porno films.  We'll have to buy some and
watch them together."

"Aaron, I haven't cum since night before last - I need to cum. Will you do
something with me?  I'm pretty desperate."

"Do you want to do something here or go back to the house?  It's early and
we can still watch the football game afterwards if you want to?"

"Kiss me now and then lets go home.  I want to get naked with you in bed."
For the first time, Aaron had me stand up while he slowly undressed me,
kissing me all over my body as he bared one area of skin after another.
Once I was naked, he hurriedly became that way himself, his big, beautiful
cock protruding straight out from his body - how a cock that huge could rise
until it was straight out was so amazing to me.  But then, his whole cock
was a source of amazement.

"Brad, we don't have to play the top and bottom role when we're doing this;
you know what your needs are now.  They seem so urgent."

"Just use my body in anyway that gives you the most pleasure so you'll feel
better."

For a while, I didn't do anything.  I told him to lie on his back and spread
his legs wide apart.  I got between his legs and raising my self on one
elbow continued to do nothing but look at the total magnificence of his male
endowment.  Since I was doing nothing to stimulate it, his cock began to
soften, I watched, intrigued, with the process as it slowly became so
flaccid that it rested atop his ball sac and between his legs; the end of
the shaft curving forward until a part of it and his cockhead rested on the
sheet, between his spread legs.  His cockhead was appropriate for his shaft,
not small and pointed like the head of some big cocks I'd seen pics of.  I
was totally fascinated with it, absorbed in just looking at its beauty. I
bent over and kissed his cockhead and worked my way up his long shaft until
I had kissed every inch of it.  I reached under his balls, fondled them,
bent down and inhaled their warm, damp, manly odor.

Next, placing my hand under his shaft, I lifted it up off the sheet and away
from his balls, again fascinated with the actual weight of the organ.  Even
that was enough stimulation that it began to erect.  I jacked on it to bring
it to total erection and took 7" of it into my mouth.  That was all I could
take this time, but it was more than I managed when I first started sucking
on it.

Ever so slowly I worked my mouth up and down, trying to make it last as long
as possible.

When he ejaculated, I swallowed and then milked it for the last precious
drop.  Neither of us had said one word until then but I told him to just
stay as he was, I wanted to do it again.

It had often been my intention to suck his balls, which despite the
largeness of his cock were normal sized.  Now I had an uncontrollable urge
to take them in my mouth.  I moved his cock up to rest on his stomach and
began sucking on them, rolling them around in my mouth.

"Jesus, you've never done that before.  Its unbelievable!"

"I hope so. Lie back down."

I lifted his cock up and sucked it into my mouth.  He did harden somewhat,
and I got up on my knees, took his in my left hand and while looking at it,
jacked myself off with my right hand, shooting my load all over his stomach.

"Don't move, stay as you are."

Again I stared at the unbelievable size of his dick.  I loved it.  I really
did.  This had become a trail run for my get even for last night.  I
intended, some night to wake him up, suck him, let him go back to sleep and
awake him again and again for a second, third, and hopefully fourth time.

Finally, I called it quits for now, got up and back into bed, cuddling up to
his side and putting my arm over his chest with one of my hands on a nipple.

"That was the best ever, Brad, thanks."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Like it.  I loved it. You are getting so erotic in your lovemaking.  You
are the most sexed up boy I can even imagine.  I'm so glad I got you before
some other dude discovered you.  You know something?  You have just made me
realize that you actually love my big dick."

"I really do.  I really love it and I love you, too.  I don't know if that
is possible, but I love it separately and I love you separately and I love
you both together."

"It must be possible, because I believe every word you just said."

He got up, locked my door and got back in bed.
"Lets set the alarm for an hour from now and take a short snooze before the
game."

He took my hand and wrapped it around his flaccid cock, saying "I love it
when you just hold it."

>From that time on, Aaron became even more affectionate than he'd ever been.
Irene fixed lunches for guys working on construction jobs and others that
just wanted to take a sack lunch to work.  Aaron had her fix lunches twice a
week for us - Tuesdays and Thursdays and we'd eat them outside if it was
nice, or in the gym with other students that brought lunches on days it was
bad weather.  Then, the days we ate in the cafeteria, the teachers had their
own tables near the back of the room, but they could eat with the students
if they wanted to.

It wasn't ideal for private conversations but it was still fun, especially
for me because it raised a lot of eyebrows among some of the girls that I
knew were just boiling with jealousy.  We talked to them but they knew that
we were there because Aaron and I enjoyed each other's company and there was
no way they were going to latch on to him.

Aaron also ordered some porno films from Internet sites, small butt plugs,
lubes, cock rings - that sort of stuff.  Some of the films were
unbelievable.  I was amazed at what some guys could take up their backsides.

By the end of January, I told Aaron I was ready to let him try again.
Truthfully, I didn't think I'd ever be ready, but I knew he wanted to do it,
as he was always mentioning it.  After four or five times it became more
bearable and eventually even enjoyable.  The fact that he could get his big
cock all the way into my body was the biggest thrill for me.  I actually did
feel we were sort of one while he was doing it.

Aaron also began preparing me for his absence next summer - I had forgotten
that before we became so involved he had mentioned he was going to Denver
University for summer school.  Registration was Monday, June 7th and he
wouldn't leave until the day before and stay in a motel until he could find
a place to live.  He promised he'd be back for the 4th of July and by then
he'd be settled enough to come back every second weekend.  Too, since I had
MSN for my homepage he set me up with a free hotmail address, "Bradley69"
(honestly) and told me his.

He sent me a couple of e-mails from his room and had me respond, arranged
with Irene to pay for the basement room during the summer so he'd be sure to
get it next fall.  "When I get back for the school year I'll probably need
to be next door.  I'll be so fucking hard the first few weeks, I probably
wouldn't have time to make it down here from upstairs."

The best thing he did was having me take some nude pictures of him with his
digital camera including full-bodied nude poses, with and without erection,
some close- in shots of his genitals - again both flaccid and erect.  Then
he started taking a few by pointing the camera down as we jacked off
together and of my sucking his cock.  Finally he transferred them to his
camera and then sent them to me in a number of e-mails, gave me a floppy
disk and showed me how to save them onto one disk.

I just knew those pics would turn out to be a treasure during the long
summer while he was gone.

Last Wednesday, March 10th, he asked Irene if he could take him back to his
parent's house for the coming weekend.  She consented, but we never went
there.  We went to another town, got a motel room and Aaron bought a supply
of beer and junk food.  We did go out for breakfast and dinner, but other
than that we just holed up in the room, blinds drawn, a "Do Not Disturb"
sign on the door, remaining bare naked the total time.

It was my first time for drinking beer and I got bombed on it both days.
It's amazing how free and easy you get drinking that stuff.

No way could we, or anybody, have constant sex, but I think we came pretty
close.  Every time one or the other got an erection it was immediately taken
care off and the act of taking care of it only increased the desire in both
of us.  And it was amazing how many erections we did manage.  But
considering the stimulation of being naked together, kissing, fondling,
sucking cocks even though they were not erect seemed to keep our fires well
kindled.

It would be unfair, somehow, if I didn't tell you that I got a crying jag
near the end of the second day and that started Aaron on one.  Even it
served its purpose.  We finally relaxed and some relaxing was what we
needed; we'd been going at things pretty hard and strong.

Once recovered, he asked me what started me off.  I really didn't know
except that I was thinking of him and I told him that I loved him so much it
sometimes hurt.  He said it wasn't supposed to hurt - being in love was
supposed to make you happy.

I told him overall it did make me happy.  Maybe sometimes I worried about
losing him and he said that should be the last of my worries.

Aaron was so wonderful, wonderful physically in his slender body and his
sexual endowment that any woman or gay man would die for him.  He was
equally wonderful in the way he related to me, the way he treated me.

After he came into my life I felt more alive than I ever had before. He was
something to live for and he was something to love.

I realized it was very important to have someone to love and have the person
you loved return your love with his.

So now, my telling you about the teacher I couldn't believe has come to an
end.  It is March the 15th, 2004. I cannot foresee the future, like everyone
else I can only hope for the best.  I pray that my future will be with
Aaron.  I don't think I could live without him.

If enough readers enjoy this and want to read more, maybe I can pick it back
up when Aaron leaves for Denver in June, or when he comes back next fall.

Thanks for reading my story.

BRAD