Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 11:07:49 +0000
From: Qwik Lub <Qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hardest Student (Revised)

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Hello. I'm Percy Jackson. Yeah I know what you're thinking. Everybody
asks,"Are you the son of Poseidon?", or "I loved your movies, but I thought
you were white?". Wrong on all counts. I grew up in a black, middle class
family with fully human parents. Nothing remarkable to report, well except
that I was gifted with very good looks. I was 6'1", about 185 lbs, and fit.
Many people thought I resembled Louis Allen III. I was fine with that even
though I thought it was an exaggeration. My muscles aren't nearly as
big. Where I am big is below my belt with a 9 by 6.5 inch dick. In high
school and college I definitely had game with girls and guys. However,
economics were my priority, not relationships. I was a young black male who
grew up in a New England suburb, and I needed a lot of help to pay for
college if I wanted to avoid paying back student loans for the next 20
years. On the advice of a friend I signed up for this program that pays the
whole college ride in return for four years of inner city teaching. It
sounded easy when they put it that way, and I was definitely interested in
leaving college with as little debt as possible. What I didn't realize is
that when you don't pay one way you pay another. So there I was a fresh, 22
year old college grad with an English major, rejoicing in my lack of any
significant debt, when I opened the letter that told me I was assigned to a
midwestern, innercity school that was one of the lowest rated in the
country. As bad as that was, the assignment was for 7th grade. That's like
12 year olds, a hell of an age for anyone to manage. I had no clue just how
much worse it would get. But first, I had to find a place to live, which
wasn't easy. The most desirable places to live were at least an hour's
commute away from my new school. The fact was the shorter the commute, the
shadier the living conditions. Even though my college tuition was covered,
I didn't have any reserves to allow for a pricier place and longer commute
so I had to suck it up and moved into an apartment about a 20 minute walk
from my new school.

For a suburban kid thrown into an urban environment that was a huge shift
in itself. Then I actually met my students. They were the most
undisciplined, hyperactive, disrespectful, foul-mouthed, badly behaved kids
a person could imagine. Think straight out of central casting for 'bad
students', both boys and girls. I think I told you before I was assigned to
a junior high school. So add runaway hormones to the mix and it was
absolute chaos. It didn't take two hours for me to begin to believe I had
made a major mistake in my life choices. I started to think I was consigned
to be a prison guard for the next four years. Forget being a teacher even
for a little while. Fortunately I had already connected with a few other
program teachers who all felt the same way, but also a couple of
battle-tested veterans who weren't going to let us drown. That helped me
maintain my sanity. However, this first day I was still wondering if there
was a way out of the deal. Then I met Christian Des Los Santos. Christian
of the Saints. No lie could be better than his name.

He was the worst of the worst. This kid was in everybody's business but his
own, yelling and swearing, telling teachers to suck his dick or kiss his
ass, and frequently fighting with classmates. Christian went off in both
English and Spanish swearing with equal facilty in both languages and often
in the same sentence. I wondered if he could produce a sentence that didn't
have a profanity in it. His attitude toward academics wasn't any
better. Half the time he had his head on his desk while I was trying to
teach. I quickly came to prefer that instead of having him yelling out,
picking fights, and generally disrupting everything I was trying to do. I
was thankful for the days when he was suspended for one infraction or
another. Those were the rare days I could hope to possibly accomplish
something with the rest of the hooligans. I must have been showing my
frustration when one of the teacher vets told me to think of these kids as
undiscovered artwork. She said there was something beautiful in each of
them. We only had to look hard to find it. That was ok for the most
part. It helped me with the majority of the kids as I started to find
something positive in each one that I could connect with, and build on. But
I struggled heavily to find that in Christian. The only thing I could see
was that he was physically beautiful.  About 5' 2" and 100 pounds wet, he
had a nice body, well proportioned with a sweet little, bubble boy
butt. When he wore tank tops I could see he had definition to his chest and
arms, though no bulk, being only about 12 years old. The best feature was
his beautiful face. His skin was unblemished, the color of fresh cream with
perfect, rosy, Cupid bow lips and high cheekbones that balanced a perfectly
sized nose, light colored eyes that flashed green or brown depending on his
mood, and wavy, light brown eyebrows that matched his fashionably cut
hair. Ok yeah, the kid was stunningly beautiful outside, and a complete
bastard inside. For most of the first months of school the bastard got far
more of my attention than the beauty.

I told you how I was in a sketchy neighborhood because that was all I could
afford, but I was making it work. I made sure to make my runs to the store
during daylight hours and avoid being on the street after dark. Neighbors
came and went, and I had a little balcony on my third floor walkup so on
warm nights I could at least sit outside and pretend this was
civilization. Then the season turned colder and new neighbors moved in
across the small hall. There were only two apartments accessible on each
floor of the five story building. Ten residences in all. I didn't meet the
people on my floor when they arrived, but after a few days I heard the
shouting, cursing, and loud breaking noises coming from their apartment. I
kept my head down because that's what you did in this neighborhood. But we
were in winter, so I couldn't sit outside on the balcony, and the sounds of
my arguing neighbors were coming right through the thin walls. I decided to
walk down to the local bar for a burger and a few beers. I opened my door
and there, across the landing, standing in front of the screaming
neighbors' door was Christian. The expression on his face was so afraid,
totally vulnerable. I saw the tears welling in his eyes. For the first time
I saw him, truly perceived him, as just a kid. It clicked in my brain that
the hellion I saw at school was a pale reflection of the hell he
experienced at home. Something grew in my heart and I had a passing thought
of the Grinch That Stole Christmas when his heart grew three times as
large.

"Hello Christian.", I said. He looked up at me and after what seemed a
minute or two he realized who I was. His tough guy exterior snapped into
place for a second, however the screaming through the door cut through both
of us and he couldn't keep up the front with me. The words rushed out of my
mouth, "I'm going over to the El Barrio for some dinner. Would you join me?
Please? I'm buying." Christian's defenses were evident. He was faced with
his hated teacher, but then another sound of something smashing, a sound of
flesh hitting flesh, and his mother's scream overloaded the tensions of the
moment. Christian turn to put his hand on the door handle of his apartment,
but froze. I crossed the space between us and took hold of his hand. "I'm
sorry dude, but there is nothing you can do that will help your mother. At
least let me take you away from the pain for awhile." Christian looked in
my eyes and we connected. He knew I was offering him the escape he
desperately needed. At this moment I was transforming before him. No longer
his hated teacher, I was potentially his rescuer. He looked at our hands
held together and blushed. I let go. "C'mon." I turned toward the stairs
and started walking. Christian followed. We walked in silence the three
blocks to the bar.

The hostess met us at the door. Estephanie was the first friend I made
after moving to the city. We exchanged familiar greetings in Spanish. Out
of the corner of my eye I saw Christian react as this was the first time he
ever heard me speaking Spanish. Fortunately my parents had a Puerto Ricana
housekeeper while I was growing up so I had a knowledge of conversational
Spanish. I saw Estephanie's eyes take in Christian. I explained he was a
student of mine I was trying to help bring up his grades. She smiled and
guided us to a table in a far corner away from most of the noise. "What
would you like to eat?", I asked him. Christian shrugged his shoulders. Ok,
yeah. This situation was the very definition of awkward. I knew that I
would have to make the first move. Maybe the first several moves. When the
waitress came over I ordered some nachos, a soda for Christian, and a
Corona with lime for myself. He still had not spoken to this moment. I
didn't know what to do, but decided to go with my feelings. I reached out
to place my hand on his. It was warm. "Christian, I am sorry I have been so
hard on you at school. I had no idea what you've been facing at home. At
the same time I am telling you now that I will be even harder on you at
school, but just about your work, because that's the only way I know that
will make it possible for you to escape that hell you face at home. Do you
understand what I am saying Christian?"

"Christo. All my family and friends call me Christo." These were the first
words I heard from his mouth this night. He said them quietly in marked
difference to his loud-mouthed school behavior. It also occured to me that
he had not withdrawn his hand from my touch. I rubbed my thumb over the
soft skin on the back of his hand.

"Ok Christo. I can't change what happens inside your home. But if you let
me I can try help you with what happens at school and make that better. And
when home gets too much you can come to my place for respite."

"Re-Spits? What's that?" I chuckled a little at his pronunciation. His face
reacted with a hard look. I realized I had to be careful to communicate
openly, honestly and fully with him for us to find a way to relate.

"RES-pits. That means having a place to chill when things are tough. I even
have an Xbox One." I saw his beautiful eyes light up at that. But they
quickly became guarded again, though not as guarded as usual. I could tell
he was trying to decide whether or not I could be trusted. Given his life I
doubted he had more than one or two adults he believed he could trust, if
that many. All that acknowledged, he had given me his family nickname. I
realized that was already a leap of trust on his part.

We sat in silence, still holding hands, then he spoke again. "What games do
you play?" At that moment the waitress returned with our nachos and
drinks. I started talking about Halo, and Bloodborne, and Frontier. Christo
listened as he dug into the food, occasionally commenting on his views of
games we had in common. After some time the nachos were nearly done. I
ordered another round of drinks and the house burger, done medium well, for
both of us. Christo began to loosen up, and talked more excitedly about the
games he loved. We had something in common after all. At one point he got
up to go to the bathroom. My eyes were glued to his cute butt as he walked
away. Holy Shit! What am I thinking?!? Ok yeah he was gorgeous, and I felt
bad for him living in an abusive household. But to be honest was I also
starting to fall for this kid? If we start spending time together outside
of school I knew I would be tempted to get at him. I mean sexually I've
always been up for anything. Still Christo was the youngest person I'd ever
found attractive, and he was my student. Clearly I was either going to get
some pubescent dick, or go to jail, or both. I must have gone into a trance
because he was back at the table, standing there looking at me as I
realized I was staring at his crotch. "You ok Mr. Jackson?" Christian
looked into my eyes, and I knew I was melting.

"Yeah fine. Let's finish our dinner." I signaled the waitress to bring a
third round of drinks. We ate in silence partly because the food was that
good, and partly because my mind was racing with thoughts about my
companion. The beers were also starting to add up in my brain. After I
settled the bill we slowly walked the few blocks back home. My brain tried
to process what I was feeling. This kid had been my nemesis. Now he is my
neighbor. I'm getting soft on him. I'm also getting hard for him.  Shit! As
we climbed the stairs to the third floor he was ahead of me and my eyes
were once again glued to his ass. Dammit! When we reached the third floor
there was silence from his place. We both stared at his door.

"It's prolly ok. They are having sex or passed out by now.", he said
looking closely at me for my reaction to his words.

"Ok kid. I'm here if you need anything. You know where I live." We both
laughed a little at that.

"Thanks for dinner. I owe you." He swiftly moved to give me a bear hug
which I returned in full. The feel of his little body on mine was almost
enough to give me a stroke. I felt my dick get hard. Christian pulled back
and I saw his eyes drop to my crotch. Damn! This was the only time I
regretted having a big dick. There was no hiding it. I was busted. He
didn't say anything but looked into my eyes and took his key from his
pocket to open his door. "Good night, Percy." Dammit! The cheeky bastard
nailed me for sure, so he felt he could get familiar with me.

"Hasta luego, Senior Des Los Santos." I reminded him that I knew
Spanish. Then I watched him turn and enter his apartment. Of course I took
a last glance at his ass as he did so. I opened my own door and went
straight into bed to wank a load thinking about Christo.

****

That night I dreamt about Christo. In my dream he was naked and I was
feeling his firm, fit, little body all over. Then he got hard and pissed in
my mouth. The flavor was sweet. I woke with a start, and realized I was the
one who needed to take a piss. Funny what our dreams tell us about both our
thoughts and our bodies. I got dressed for work after my alarm sounded,
thinking about my little neighbor the entire time. I wondered what time he
left for school. Would he let us walk there together? Am I crazy? Two days
ago I couldn't stand this kid. Now I couldn't stand to be without
him. Sheesh! I needed to chill out! The day went on as usual with the
students bouncing off the walls. Only now I saw them as for the first time,
and I wondered what hidden traumas lay behind their behavior. I was a new
man, directly confronting their behaviors, but doing so with actual love
and caring. One of the girls with hoop earings and head swiveling attitude
was going off on another of my first year colleagues. I marched right up to
them, matching the girl's head movements with my own, stuck out my hand,
index finger pointed and hand circling, the other hand on my hip and said,
"Oh gurl! No you did not just go off on MY bestie! I know you better get
your behind into your classroom before I go off on you!  The kid was in
shock, as was my colleague. They looked at me like I just told them I had
been abducted by aliens. I took it to the next level of absurdity. "What?
Did I not put my hand on my hip the right way?" I flipped it back and
forth, up and down while sticking my hip out further to the side. "Should I
have held up one finger or two?"

The student laughed out loud. "Yo Mr. Jackson? You buggin!"

I gave another shake of my head and said, "Get your sass to class!" The kid
went off shaking her head and giggling at me.

"Percy? Are you drunk?", asked my colleague.

"Not at all. I think for the first time this year I've realized who these
kids are. Being tough on them isn't the answer. They already have hard
lives. Maybe what they need is to know we can laugh, and be crazy, and
treat them like human beings, not inmates.  Maybe I'm wrong, but nothing
else has worked, so what the hell." She nodded her head in amazed
agreement. I went on to my classroom.

I stood at the door and greeted every student as they entered. I knew I was
doing this so I could greet Christian, but he didn't show up. Still it
seemed pretty clear that word of my behavior got around. Kids were looking
at me differently. I actually saw smiles on a few faces when they saw me. I
dove into the lessons with a new found energy and they responded for the
most part. It wasn't perfect at all, but the vibe in the room was somehow
different. I felt good, but my heart was aching for Christian. I worried
where he was and what happened. As soon as I had my free time I checked the
attendance log. That's when I saw he had been suspended for yet another
infraction. I gathered all the work my students would do that day and for
the rest of the week. I also went to the rest of my team to get Christian's
history, science, and math work for the week. As soon as the day ended I
raced back home and knocked on the door of their apartment. No answer. I
listened closely hearing some faint sounds of music, or tv, or something. I
knocked again. Still no answer. I turned to my door and had just unlocked
it when the door of their apartment opened. There was Christian standing
barefoot, headphones around his neck, wearing a tank top, boxers, and
nothing else. My heart lept into my throat. My gawd he was
gorgeous. "Umm. I heard you were suspended, so I have work for you to do
until you get back to school."

"Will you help me with it?" His eyes locked into mine.

"Of course.", I replied with my heart racing.

"Lemme tell my mom." He turned and walked back inside his apartment without
closing the door. I followed him, well really I followed his damn cute ass
in the boxers. His mother was sitting in a chair watching tv and drinking
something. "Mama. Mi maestro quiere ayudarme con mis deberes mientras estoy
suspendo." [Mom. My teacher wants to help me with my schoolwork while I am
suspended.] She looked up and I stepped forward.

"Senora. Mucho gusto. Tengo trabajo de todas las clases de Christo. Le
ayudare para que no se quede atras, con permiso por supuesto." [Ma'am. Nice
to meet you. I have homework from all of Chris' classes. I will help him so
he doesn't fall behind, with your permission of course.] His mother rose to
her feet and took my hands. She was wearing sunglasses, but even so I could
see the edges of blackened eyes.

"Gracias Senor.  Thank you for help my boy.", she said.

"I will do anything I can for him, y tu tambien." I meant every
word. "Christo, come over when you're ready. I will have your work on my
table." I gave his mother's hands a gentle squeeze, then went back to my
apartment. Setting my briefcase down at the table I heard my door close
behind me. I turned to see Christian still wearing the tank top and boxers,
only now with his feet in flip flops. "Umm, why aren't you dressed?"

"Why should I? You like seeing me this way." He walked closer, put his
hands behind his head, and did a 360 degree turn in front of me. It was the
first time I got to see his creamy, smooth, armpits. I could feel my mouth
water.

"I- I, uh. I'm your t-teacher!", I stammered. Christian came right up, put
his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I think you like me." He looked up into my eyes. "I want you to be happy
too." That was it. I was star struck. Without a concious thought I bent my
head down and kissed those perfect ruby lips. He kissed me back as we
opened our mouths and mingled our tongues. Sweet lord this kid was beyond
anything I had ever imagined. I held his lithe body close to mine and my
hands slid down over his firm frame to settle on his bubble butt. I could
feel his hardon pressing into mine through our clothes. I think my heart
stopped right then. I know my brain was already shutdown. The little head
was in charge from now on. Christian slowly pulled away from me. I could
see the tent in his boxers, and it was big. "You should put out my school
work. I'm gonna get a drink. You want one?" My voice caught in my throat,
and he smirked as he took charge. Christian walked over to my refrigerator,
looked in for a minute, and took out two beers. My eyes followed his
scantily clad ass as he walked across the room of my efficiency
apartment. "Where's the bottle opener?", he asked. I pointed to the drawer
while thinking that I was in so deep I didn't know if I was looking at five
to ten in prison or maybe worse. I wanted to molest this kid; he obviously
was giving me permission. {Honest your Honor! This kid really was asking
for it!} His mom was probably happy that Christian was with me instead of
the chaos of his home, and to top it all off I was letting this kid drink
alchohol. I was so done. I was so horny. I so didn't really care about
anything or anyone else except this beautiful boy in my
apartment. Christian walked back to me with a beer in each hand and his
tented boxers leading the way. Somehow I turned back to the table and took
his school work out of my briefcase.  I sat down and Christian put the
beers on the table. Then from some hidden pocket in his boxers he took out
a blunt and a lighter. I gasped. He looked at me like I was the
problem. "What? I love smoke. It helps me focus. I study better this
way. And don't lecture me about how weed is bad and all that shit. It feels
good and helps keep me calm." He lit the marijuana and drew it in deeply. I
hadn't smoked since college, but this was further uncharted
territory. Given everything else that was happening I figured this wouldn't
add any years to my likely prison sentence so what the hell. I got up
again, walked over to a cabinet, took out an ashtray, and also found a can
of Febreeze.

I sat down at the table and Christian sat in my lap. My hands wandered
freely of their own accord all over his young body, over and under his tee
shirt, and along his smooth arms and thighs as I began to explain the
homework. To his credit he actually got right into it, and quickly showed
his intelligence in learning and answering the questions. He was calmer
than he had ever been in my classroom. We got through English and History
before he sat back. It seemed he was accurate in relating how the weed
helped him. I had a couple of hits myself along the way. I enjoyed the
feeling of getting buzzed, but it was as much from the boy in my lap as the
booze or the blunt. I had been feeling his arms, chest, thighs, and
grasping his hard rod through the boxers. My nose had been almost
continuously in his hair inhaling his fresh, hormonal scent as he studied
and I groped. He took my hand from his crotch and held it while his other
hand unbuttoned the fly of his boxers and freed his hard cock. It was as
gorgeous as the rest of him. About five inches plus, Christian's cock had a
generous foreskin that extended well past his head. The glans was a huge
bulb that was thicker than the shaft. He brought my hand back to his
cock. I took hold of his prize directly for the first time. The loose skin
slid easily over the steel hard rod underneath. I gently pulled back the
skin to reveal a deeply rose colored head. The color reminded me of
Chisto's lips.  A clear bead of precum appreared at the piss slit. I
scooped it up on the tip of my forefinger, and as I brought it toward my
mouth Christo leaned his head forward to lick and suck my finger into his
mouth. My dick pulsed at the contact. "You're big.", he said as he wiggled
his firm, little ass on my lap. I brought my hand up under his chin and
turned his head to tongue kiss him again. My rod was painfully trapped as
my lust grew for this angel in my lap. I groaned aloud at my desire and
frustration. Without a word Christian stood up, turned around, opened my
pants and freed my aching cock through the fly of my boxers. He got down on
his knees and began giving me delightfully expert head. His mouth was satin
on my dick. He licked and sucked all around, even freeing my balls in the
process. I ran my hand through his soft hair. Holy shit! I couldn't
remember anyone whose mouth felt this good. I gazed on him in wonder as he
made love to my junk. Those lucious lips were artwork as they slid up and
down my firm, thick, black pole. Then he blew my mind and dick at the same
time by swallowing my cock all the way to the pubes! Sweet mother of pearl
jam! Nobody could make a porn that could turn me on more than that
sight. His eyes rose to meet mine. He slowly pulled his mouth off,
vacuuming my cock in the process, to answer my unspoken question. "My
uncle, my mom's brother, likes boys. He's taught me alot. And I love
cocksucking. I knew you had a big dick. It tastes great." He smiled taking
my painfully hard rod in his small hands as his golden tongue resumed
swirling about my head before burying his nose in my pubes once again. Dear
lord in heaven! The things I had learned about this boy's life in just the
last 48 hours was enough to set my hair on fire. I knew then I would never
see any kid at their surface behaviors ever again.

Christian stood up again with a look of satisfaction on his face. "Why
don't you get us something for dinner? I need to go check on my mom. Then
I'll be back." He tucked his hard rod back into his boxers and headed for
the door. I yelled out some incoherent sound at the thought he would walk
back to his mother in such an obvious state of sexual arousal, but before I
could form words he called out over his shoulder, "It's ok. She's drunk by
now. I just need to make sure she makes it to bed before the asshole gets
home." He said this with a maturity that belied his young years.

Dear lord what have I gotten into? I mean this was waaay better than any
porno or wetdream. But Jesus this was also really happening, wasn't it?!? I
am having sex with my student. Is this how it felt for those teachers in
the news caught fucking their kids? Is this really how it happens? My mind
reeled as I tried to absorb this twist in my life. I put away Christo's
completed work in my briefcase so I could turn it in the next day. Then I
went to my fridge and found some frozen buffalo wings to heat. I turned on
the oven and laid the wings out on a cookie sheet before putting them
inside. Next I went to the bathroom to take a piss. I hadn't closed the
door out of habit, so I heard Christian come back into my apartment. He
joined me in the bathroom. I was mid flow when he walked up to stand next
to me, pulled out his still hard cock, retracted his foreskin to reveal
that beautiful rosy head, and started his piss. Our streams mixed and I got
hard again seeing him this way. My erection cut off my urine. He finished
up, but kept stroking his cock. "Do we have time for a shower?", he
asked. I pulled back the curtain and started the water. I turned back to
find Christian stripped naked, his dick standing hard and pulsing. He had a
small patch of pubes that matched the light brown color of his head and
eyebrows. He didn't move, simply letting me drink in the vision of his
body. Sweet Jesus! Christian unbuttoned my shirt and I removed it as he
went to work on my pants. "Wow. You have a hot body for sure Mr. Percy."
The addition of 'Mister' before my name told me he respected me, but also
that we had a familiarity as well. The boy took hold of my rampant penis
and fondled my balls as I stepped out of my pants and boxers. Damn that
felt good!  I guided him into the shower, steering him by one hand on his
ass, and drew the curtain closed. I took the bottle of body wash and
squeezed some into his hands. Christian immediately went back to lather up
my junk. I squeezed a little into my hand and started soaping up his crack,
rubbing over his hole and eventually slipping a finger inside. He put his
arms around my waist and stood on his tiptioes to begin sliding his hard
cock up and down against mine.  Exquisite. We kissed again, our tongues
mingling as we explored each other's erogenous zones. "Fuck me papi."
Christian didn't have to ask twice. I turned him around, bent the boy over
and guided my tool into his ass. As small and young as he was, Christian
took my boner like a pro. The walls of his boy pussy were like velvet. Even
more incredibly he rode back on my stiff, milking my dick for all he was
worth. Clearly this boy was no stranger to anal sex, or sex of any kind. I
wanted to learn more about him and his uncle. Honestly I would have to
thank the man for the joy I was experiencing right now. I fucked like a
teenager; hard, fast, and for a short time. I groaned as I came inside this
little cutie. Christian stood up, and I put my arms around him while
jerking his dick furiously to bring him to orgasm. I felt his velvet chute
contracting around my boner as he came. Heaven! There was some kind of
animal growl in the room like a grizzly bear getting off. I knew it was
probably me making that noise, but I was so far gone I couldn't be
completely sure there wasn't a real bear in the bathroom. Plus I really
couldn't give a fuck if there were. All I knew was that I was fucking the
sweetest ass the gods ever made. I hadn't withdrawn, but continued driving
my pole into this young boy, and he was game for it, pushing back on my rod
like a little whore. Holy shit!!  What was happening here?!? The water
turned cold as the hot water ran out. I had to stop just to turn it
off. Somehow we managed to do that without my cock leaving Christian's
ass. I resumed pile driving this little hottie. He braced his hands on the
wall and fucked me back with his gorgeous ass. Having come before I was
able to enjoy this some time longer, but still he was too good to last
forever. I blew a second nut in Christian's ass at the same time he jerked
himself to a second load, spilling his jizz into the tub.

"Holy shit!  You really know how to fuck!" Christian pulled himself off my
cock, turned around and sank to his knees to clean my tool with his
tongue. I doubled over in pleasure pain. I steadied myself by placing my
hands on his head. He kept sucking. Dear lord, what a fantasy cum true. I
couldn't help myself, but in this position I put one foot up on the side of
the tub and naturally I began face fucking Christian. To his credit he
didn't even flinch, but let me take my pleasure with his mouth. Gawd I
loved the sight of my big, black cock stretching this beautiful latino
boy's sweet, pink lips. His lovely eyes twinkled as he clearly knew the
pleasure he was giving me. I noticed he was furiously jacking his young
boner so I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. I slowed down to
push my rod as far into his throat as I could get. It dawned on me not only
did Christo not have a gag reflex, he could control his throat muscles so
they were milking my cock just as he had done with his ass muscles. This
was too good. A small voice in my head acknowledged this kid could teach
any grown cocklover new tricks. After several minutes I let loose a weak
third load which he swallowed without hesitation. That is when I passed out
and fell over. Fortunately the shower curtain helped break my fall, but
still I collapsed and went over onto the floor. "Mr Jackson!", Christian
yelled as he saw me sprawled out. He probably thought I had a heart attack
or something. Laying on my back I swam slowly into awareness. I simply
raised my out stretched arms, and my boy hurriedly cuddled into me.  I
started kissing and stroking his body again. He realized what had
transpired and claimed victory. "Damn. I guess I really am that fucking
good, huh?" There was obvious pride on his gorgeous face. Time and space
dissolved into nothing. There was only me and my boy.

That's when the smoke detector started beeping. In a flash I rolled over
and left Christian laying on the bathroom floor. I had forgotten about the
wings in the oven and they were starting to burn.  Christian, still naked,
followed me and laughed watching me frantically pulling the wings out of
the oven and trying to silence the alarm. I couldn't help but laugh too at
the absurdity and sexiness of the situation.  There we were like any
ordinary couple, except he was twelve and I was 22 and we were both
naked. It was fun to watch his junk bounce around as he laughed. Christo
was one of those kids who laughs with his whole body. Cool. I divided the
wings onto two plates, grabbed two more beers from the fridge and brought
everything to the table. Christian sat down and began eating with
abandon. I had to ask the questions pressing on my mind. "You are hella
good at sex. How often does your uncle do you? And for how long has he been
getting at you?"

Christian answered very casually between bites, chews, and swallows. "He
has me over about once a month, whenever my aunt has to travel. He tells my
mom he needs my help for something or other. When I get there he has me get
nakie, take a shit, use a water bag to clean out inside, and then a
shower. He gives me this stuff to make it easier for me to stay clean
inside. Pure I think it's called? Anyway, after the shower he puts a dog
collar on my neck, and has me follow him around naked on my hands and
knees, like all fours while he holds the leash. He likes to treat me like
his pet. Sometimes he has me lift my leg and piss. He really likes that
when I'm hard. I'm hard all the time almost, so it's whatever. I think it
started when I was like eleven maybe, and he caught me sniffing one of his
worn tee shirts." Christian blushed a little at revealing that fact to
me. Wait! Did I just hear this kid has been taken into next level B&D sex
stuff? And the only thing that embarasses him is that he admitted sniffing
a worn tee shirt? I was horrified.

"That is disgusting!, I yelled. "You are a human being, not a dog! No one
will ever treat you that way as long as I have something to say about it!"
Christian instantly stopped eating and sat back at my outburst. There was
silence for a minute.

"Whoa! You really care about me?", he asked. I came around the table and
scooped him up in my arms. Christian wrapped his legs around me, and we
kissed like it was the first time. My hands held him up by his ass
cheeks. This was epic. I had not fallen for this kid simply physically. Now
I knew I was in love. Christo broke our kiss and whispered into my
ear. "Hey. It's ok, Percy. He doesn't hurt me. It's just a kink, and I love
the sex. And your hard dick tells me the idea turns you on a little too,
yeah?" I didn't answer with words. I just gave him a kiss that somehow came
out of a deep place beyond my body. My little miracle boy broke our kiss to
come up for air. "Wow. You really do love me, don't you?  I never would
have believed it, before yesterday. Thanks." Christian's eyes opened my
soul. He resumed kissing me, and I felt transported to somewhere magical. I
walked us over to the couch and laid us down, effortlessly penetrating him
again as I did so. Our bodies moved in tandem like we were made for each
other. I didn't care what price I paid to be united with my boy. He was my
sun, moon, and stars. Plus fucking him felt awesome. I don't know how long
it took, but I jetted my fourth load inside my boy. I hadn't cum this much
in a single day since I was like 17. Once again we came together as he
busted his nut between our bodies at the same time. We stayed literally
glued together for some time. Score four nuts for me and three for my
boy. To be fair, I would have to ask him whether he had jacked off already
before I got home.

The alarm on my phone sounded bedtime. Reluctantly I released my boy. We
got up and Christo dressed again. I tried to help him, but honestly I was
really just fondling him as he put on his tank top and boxers. He let me
play. I stayed naked and walked him to the door. Christo gave me one last
kiss and squeezed my dick before stepping out and walking into his
apartment.

The next day I was someone else. Even though I had never used Spanish at
school the majority of our students came from Spanish speaking
households. I started trying it in every situation. My grammar and syntax
were a bit rusty for rapid fire use, but both students and staff heard me
trying and responded positively. I also started demanding my students
actually try to do their schoolwork, and told them I believed they were
capable so I wouldn't accept anything less than their best. They rose to
the challenge. I gave special attention to the kids that had tested me the
most. I joined them in the cafeteria at lunch, worked with them in study
hall, and told them I was going to be all over them like white on rice, so
they better get used to success. Everyone, students and staff alike, began
to think I must have had a stroke, or was smoking meth, or something. That
was the only way they could understand my change in attitude and
behavior. However the students relished the attention. Some started to get
over their well-earned cynicism to believe I was being genuine, seeing them
as real, multi-dimensional people for the first time. They took off
socially and academically. The ones that embraced my change of heart became
not only nicer and more positive toward me, those same students extended
that attitude toward many of my collegues they sensed also cared about
them.

Of course I turned in the suspension work Christian completed to his
teachers, and got more. One of my more jaded colleagues remarked that in
two days I had given him more work from Christian than he had seen in a
quarter. He implied maybe I was doing the work for the boy. I responded
that his mother and I had developed a system that made the boy
accountable. The truth was Christian had become my lover, and he was
willing to do everything I asked academically while I continued to molest
him. Win-win. I kept tutoring Christo for the rest of his suspension so he
was caught up by the time he came back to school. Each afternoon during
that time he was waiting for me to come home, sometimes even sitting in
front of my door dressed in a long tee shirt or tank top, leaving me to
guess whether he was wearing boxers or tighty whities underneath. I enjoyed
the look of his long, smooth legs showing under the tee as he walked into
my apartment. From behind I could see the tantalizing curves of his
delicious butt. It was exciting to guess what else he had on. Sometimes I
wondered if he would dare have no undies at all. Yet he never kept me
guessing too long as he would strip soon after entering. Invariably he was
hard, and had probably been before he walked through my door. We had a
routine where he would sit naked on my lap letting me feel all over his
sweet body and play with his hard tool while he concentrated on his
studies. Smoke and brews were optional, but helpful. He was telling me the
truth when he said dope and alchohol helped focus him even with a hardon. I
guessed he had been self-medicating for some time to control his ADHD. I
could see him relax and concentrate on the work. He was especialy good at
math. I also began to enjoy the relaxing sensations that let me revel in
his smell, taste, and feel as I stroked his nubile body. Sometimes I asked
him to keep on his underwear. I enjoyed the feel of the soft, cotton,
tighty whities as I rubbed his full package. Other times I loved feeling
his hardon under the cloth of his boxers as I slipped it up and down over
his hard shaft. Either way he was eventually naked in my lap, my fingers
tracing through his small, but quickly growing, pubic patch, and sliding
his generous foreskin back and forth over his rosy glans, especially when
he started to leak precum. Yummm! It occurred to me that with all the guys
I had sexed throughout my life I had not been a fan of uncut cock until
Christo. The sight of his hardon half hooded quickly became my bliss. Only
after all the school work was done and checked would we eat, and then fuck
or 69. The same routine continued as homework time after he returned from
the suspension. Christo was my precious jewel.

Of course we could never display at school a hint of the relationship we
had behind closed doors. Christian was still fairly true to form with his
foul mouth and attitude. But he stayed out of fights and kept his
misbehavior just short of getting suspended again. We didn't walk to school
together either, desireable as the idea was. I always made sure to leave
early and have plenty of time to set up the day before the students
arrived. I also didn't want to draw too much attention to our special
relationship. I was already getting enough notice with my changed behavior
and the corresponding change in my students behavior. Even so I continued
to greet my students at the classroom door each period, and I had to
restrain my self from hugging and kissing my Christo when he arrived. The
knowledge I could have him all to myself each evening was all that I
needed. I began to look forward to the end of school and the summer months
when we would both be free from school. I planned trips to museums, zoos,
concerts, and shows, and so many other places he probably never got to see
before. Then he abruptly disappeared.

We were two weeks out from the end of the year and he didn't show up for
his class. I checked the database assuming he got suspended again, but
nothing showed. I was anxious the rest of the day and raced home. The sight
of yellow police tape across the door of their apartment stopped me cold. I
couldn't control my tears as I feared for the worst. What has happened to
my baby? I called the police, but they didn't give me any information. I
walked through those last two weeks of school a wounded man. Christo's
absence left a hole in my heart. There was no word, no sign, nothing to
tell me what had happened to him. I tried to keep up the same enthusiasm I
had found earlier in the year, but it was impossible. The negative change
in my mood was noticed even more quickly than the positive change had been
before. Several students and some colleagues asked if I was ok. I told them
a close relative was hospitalized and not expected to live much
longer. That was sort of close to the truth. In fact I felt like I was the
one dying. People were supportive so that was good, but it wasn't enough to
offset my loss. At night I made a couple of trips to El Barrio, but I had
no appetite. After a drink or two I left there, not wanting to be alone in
the place where I first connected with my missing baby.

As hard as that was, the coup de grace was getting a notice that positions
were being cut at my school due to a budget shortfall. I was involuntarily
transferrred to a high school. I was the lucky one, as a few of my program
colleagues were cut loose entirely. They would either have to find another
assignment or repay their education grants. At least I knew I still had a
job. I was assigned to a freshmen/sophomore english class, so I was able to
see a few of my old students come through in the following years. That made
it a somewhat easier. I still missed my boy, but I dove in enthusiastically
enough to help the students I had now, remembering the life lessons I had
learned in middle shool with my Christo.

It was over two years later and I had adapted to high school life, even
starting to enjoy the sight of healthy, young, male teens that weren't
Christo. They were fit, obviously horny, and good looking with their fresh
facial hair and shapely physiques, but none of them had his special mix of
something.  That 's when he came back into my life. I arrived at school
early as had become my habit. Checking my email I saw a notice from a
guidance counselor for a new student. De Los Santos, Christian. My heart
stopped and my dick got hard in the same moment. Could it be? It had to be!
How could it be? My brain locked into a loop. He was all I could think
about. His class was the last of the day. Needless to say I was beside
myself all day long. One kid named Juan, whose personality reminded me a
little of the calm version of Christo, noticed my distraction. Juan was a
15 year old, dark haired, dark eyed latino with a shapely, athletic body. I
think he played soccer. At the end of class he came over as I sat at my
desk with my head in my hands, and he started massaging my neck. That was
unusual as I maintained appropriate physical bourdaries with all my
students. But in my mood I didn't react.

"You ok Mr. J?, he asked.

"Umm yeah Juan. Thanks. Just gotta push through the day."

"Ok teach. You need anything... anything at all... I gotcha. Okey?" I
turned to look at Juan. Did he just proposition me? He smiled at me, and I
wondered if there was a chance of something more intimate. But my mind was
still focused on Christo.

"Thanks buddy. I appreciate the support. I'll let you know if I need help
with anything." Juan seemed to hesitate, then he nodded his head and left
the classroom. I followed him to the door. Yeah he had a nice ass
too. Definitely a soccer player. I was reminded of fucking Christo in the
shower. Holy Shit. I was getting hard again. I stopped myself and mentally
went into meditation. I couldn't let this get out of control. The last
class of the day came in. As I greeted each student there came my
angel. Christo was much taller now, about 5' 9 or so, probably around 140
pounds, he had filled out into a swimmer's or long-distance runner's body
shape that maintained the wonderful proportions of his frame. I was
immediately attracted even more than I had been when he was 12. Mentally I
calculated he was at least 14, maybe 15 now. I realized I never knew his
birth date. I had to change that before the day was done. He had a faint
moustache over his beautiful cupid's bow lips. Oh how I remembered the
taste and feel of those lips. I also remembered how lovely they looked
stretched around my big, black column. My dick started to swell with the
memory. I didn't try to hide it this time. Then I remembered where I was,
and as subtly as possible rearranged my dick straight up so at least my
belt could help hold it in place. Fortunately most high school students are
too busy paying attention to themselves, their peers, or their phones to
notice anything else. My Christo was not like most high school
students. The sparkle in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was
feeling and thinking. Busted by my baby again, hehe. All the same... shit!
My desire was gonna get me in trouble for sure if I didn't get control of
myself. I extended my hand to shake Christo's when he got to the door as I
did with all the other students. "Hello young man." I gave his hand a firm
squeeze which he returned in full measure. We held each other's hand a
touch longer than normal.

"Hello again Mr. J. Glad I'm in your class. I'm gonna need a lot of help to
catch up on what I've missed." The touch of his hand was electric. His eyes
looked to the side at mine and quickly dropped ever so briefly to my
crotch.

"You know I will help you with whatever extra studies you need.", I
replied. Looking back into my eyes, Christo smiled and my heart lept. We
finally let go our hands. The class seemed to fly by. At the end of the
period the students filed out. Christo took extra time gathering his things
and studing his schedule. He seemed to be waiting. I was at the door saying
farewell to all my students when he came up, last in line. He stopped. I
closed the door. He took my hand and pulled me to the side away from the
window in the door. We kissed like it was yesterday. My sweet boy was back
in my arms. I held him so tightly I began to fear he couldn't breathe. "Oh
baby. I have missed you so much."

"We had to move cause of stepdad's craziness. I wanted to tell you, write
you, but we went from shelter to shelter because it wasn't safe. Things got
really bad, and mom and me moved out of town with my uncle." I was
immediately jealous, assuming the uncle had his way with Christo's body
under his roof. Finally they had come back to our city when they felt it
was safe. Christo told me where they were now living, which was deeper in
the forbidden zone around our old middle school, but once again inside our
high school district. I confirmed that I was still living where he last saw
me. "Will you still tutor me?", he asked. Hell yeah I would. The week flew
by. Each sight of Christo fed my soul. When Friday arrived Christo came to
my classroom at the end of the day. "My mom says hello. She is glad I am in
your class again. And she says thanks for helping me."

"Please give your mom my thanks, and tell her how happy I am to have you
back in my class again.", I replied.

Christo gave a familiar, full body laugh. "I already did. I told her you
were going to catch me up on my classes, and I'm staying with you overnight
so I don't have to walk back home in the dark." It took a moment for his
words to register in my brain. Christo looked at the incredulous expression
on my face and laughed at my stunned reaction. "You heard me right. I'm
going to sleep with you tonight, papi." My reaction was immediate and
honest. I took him in my arms and gave him the tightest hug and biggest
kiss I could manage. It came straight from my heart; another kiss from my
soul. "Easy Percy. You got me. I'm still your boy." His sparkling smile was
the greatest I had ever seen. My head swam and I was dizzy with love for
this boy.

I drove us home and we walked to the El Barrio restaurant for
dinner. Unlike the first time he was very talkative. My hostess friend
greeted us at the door and guided us back to the same table we shared the
first time. This time when he went to the bathroom, Estephanie, our
hostess, spoke directly to me. "Me alegro de que ustedes dos esten juntos
otra vez. Has sido miserable sin el." [I am glad you two are together
again. You have been miserable without him.]

"Que?" It had never occurred to me how I looked to others with or without
Christo.

"Percy. You have been coming here for years. I know my customers and I know
you best. With him you are happy. Without him you are miserable.  You love
this boy. You...love... him." Her finger jabbed into my chest with each
word. "He loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. If there is
one thing I know about men it's that they always show how they really feel,
'specially when they are in love. Marry him. Once he's old enough, of
course." I was speechless. Just then Christo returned to the table. I
watched Estephanie whisper something in his ear. His face got red. She
walked away and he sat down.

"What did she say?", I asked.

Christo's face went absolutely scarlet. "She told me... she said... when
you ask to marry me I should say yes. But... why would you want to marry
me? I'm barely 15."

I could feel the heat in my face as I matched his blush. It took me several
minutes to reply.  "Estephanie is crazy that way. But maybe years from now
things will be different for both of us." Christo smiled and my heart got
bigger. I was mesmerized by the light that danced in his eyes. We worked
our way through dinner and drinks, and finally I asked for the check. I
thought I should invite her to the wedding. Wait! What am I thinking?  Of
course I left Estephanie a huge tip when I paid the bill.

My lover and I held hands as we walked back to my apartment. I realized
walking around here after dark was something I never did when I first moved
in. To think I would dare hold a boy's hand as I walked down the street
told me just how far I had come and how much my life had changed. Letting
us into the building I motioned for Christo to walk up the stairs ahead of
me. "You still love watching my ass, huh?" I blushed, he laughed, and I
felt my dick jump. His ass had evolved into a long, lean, dimpled shape
that promised an even more muscular fuck. "It's no problem. I'm glad you
love my butt. I know you're gonna give me a good fuck tonight. Prolly more
than one. You can feel my cheeks while I walk." He took my hand, placed it
firmly on his ass, and started walking up the stairs while holding it there
and deliberately taking each step in the process. I couldn't hold back and
grabbed his ass with both hands, pushing him ahead of me as we began
running up the flights, laughing all the while. When we reached the third
floor landing I pressed my body up against him, trapping him between myself
and the door as I fumbled for my key. My rock hard dick was tenting
obscenely in my pants as I rubbed it against his firm tush. "Ooh papi!", he
cried out. It was all I could do to unlock the door instead of tearing off
his clothes right there in the stairwell. The door flew open as I turned
the lock. I pulled the key from the door, closed and locked it from the
inside, and turned back around to have Christo launch himself into my arms,
our mouths locking and tongues swirling as our bodies ground together. I
picked him up and carried him into the bathroom, our kissing never
ceasing. Yes he was bigger, heavier, but the feel of his solid body only
increased my desire. I set him down and we starting fumbling furiously at
each other's clothes, trying to undress each other. It was ridiculous and
we dissolved into laughter as we realized the futility of trying strip each
other simultaneously. We reached an unspoken agreement to take a step back
and undress ourselves while our tongues continued to wrestle. Once naked we
embraced again, rubbing our hard cocks together. He had gotten bigger in
that department as well, now sporting about 6-7" of thick, hard dick. The
foreskin still managed to cover his head, but easily slid back and
forth. On impulse I broke our embrace.

"Baby, can we try docking?" Christo looked confused. Clearly he had no idea
what I was asking. I took his hard boner in my hand and said, "Let's try to
stretch your foreskin over my cockhead." I saw his eyes light up at the
idea. I gently placed our glans together and stretched his foreskin pulling
it up over his head and onto mine. I felt the flow of precum from my dick,
and his as well I thought. Fortunately his generous foreskin was more than
enough as we rubbed our heads together, slipping and sliding inside his
skin. Christo began to moan. I felt irrational pride as I realized this was
a trick his uncle clearly had not taught him. I was pleased to be able to
bring a new experience to my baby. He started fucking against my stiff as I
held our cockheads together. I released him and taking hold of his boner I
led us into the shower. The water started and turning warmer we embraced
again and made out like it was the first time. "Sweet baby. My life was
empty without you. I have missed you so much I can't live without you. I
don't want to live without you ever again." My words rushed out. Christo
responded silently, deepening our kisses and climbing up my body to settle
himself onto my rock hard prick. We seemingly fucked forever. I didn't even
notice the water turning cold this time, so much was our bliss. I heard
Christo whisper in my ear, and I gently lowered us into the tub, with me on
my back and him straddling me. We were connected in the way some people
talk about tantric, mind-blowing sex.  I was certainly there, gazing on my
lover's awesome body while feeling myself connected to him physically and
spiritually in the moment. Christo held my hands as he rocked back and
forth, up and down on my monumental erection, his own beautiful tool
towering over me. Then, without either of us ever touching his dick, he
began to jet his ball juice over and over again. The first shots hit me in
the face, fortunately missing my eyes so I was able to continue watching
the full panoply of my lover's orgasm. He must have cum seven or eight
times. Once again his amazing ass did wonders on my cock, drawing forth my
biggest memorable orgasm. It seemed my jizz was refilling his balls as his
seed arched over my body even more. From that moment everything mirrored
that original sea of time and space. I can't remember specifics, only
images; Christo's smiling face, beautiful laugh, gorgeous body entertwined
with mine, falling asleep in each other's arms and waking again in the same
embrace. We were in bed. At times I resumed playing with his penis, feeling
it harden to my touch and jacking him until he was awake and I stroked my
lover to another cumload. Needless to say I finished him off in my mouth,
just to keep the sheets dry. Yeah, right, hehe. Other times he was the one
waking me with a sweet blowjob, continuing to amaze me with his deep
throating. Later in the night, or now early morning, I woke to find his
head on my chest, smell the scent of his hair, and run my hands slowly and
gently over his back, butt and thighs. To say I was content was to
understate how I felt. I knew I had found my soul mate, and we were
cosmically connected. You might be interested to know how many times we
came that night, and in what positions, and in what kinds of kinky sex
acts. But truthfully, I couldn't tell you if I tried. This was no longer
just about the sex. We were lovers who had been separated and found each
other again. Each moment was for just the two of us. It's not that I don't
want to tell you more. It's just that I don't have the words to fully
describe the nirvana of our overnight together. I was sorry to see Christo
go, but fully satisfied when I put him in the Uber to go back home the next
night. I was walking on Cloud 9 for the next 24 hours as I lovingly cleaned
up the evidence of our activities. I was hard for most of the time, and had
a smile for the entire time. Then Monday came.

I was surprised to see the building permanent subsitute walk into my
classrom only about ten minutes into the first period. I immediately
thought I had forgotten about some parent meeting. "Principal Philips wants
you in her office immediately", she said. Wait! What? What had I done? Dear
lord please tell me the word about Christo and me hadn't gotten out. I
didn't believe he would ever spill the beans on us, but still he was young
and might have let something slip without meaning to. I knew there had to
be a price to pay for the bliss of the past weekend. I walked to the
Principal's office with my heart beating loudly in my chest. I half
expected to find police at her door, but there were none. Instead, inside
her conference room were a policewoman and three other people I had never
seen before. I felt my heart drop into my gut and felt myself starting to
sweat. The Principal was talking.

"Percy thank you for joining us on such short notice. We are here to talk
about one of your students, Christian De Los Santos. This is Senior and
Seniora Vega, Christian's maternal aunt and uncle. She gestured to the
other people. These are Detective Malanga and Ms. Santos of Child
Protective Services. The Detective will explain why we are here.

"Good morning.  Approximately one a.m. this morning we received a 911 call
about a domestic violence situation. The call came from your student. When
patrol arrived we found the boy unconcious, but alive. His mother was
not. Apparently her estranged husband came to her home with a gun, shot her
and then himself. The boy was beaten with the gun when the man first broke
into the apartment." My gasp was audible. Tears filled my eyes. I
immediately felt guilty, wondering if I should have called the police or
protective services years ago when I first learned what a bastard that man
was. The CPS worker took over.

"We had a number of referrals about this family over the years. The mother
moved herself and the boy out a few years back and went into a shelter,
then lived with her relatives, before finally getting her own
place. Unfortunately she was still where the abuser could find her. So this
tragedy happened. Now we need to find a stable home for this boy."
Principal Philips spoke again.

"Percy we asked for you to be here because you are the teacher... the adult
Christian identified as the person to whom he feels closest and safest. He
wants to live with you while things are figured out. His world has been
turned upside down and obviously we want to give him the most stable
environment we can."

"Of course this is all terrible. But we are his famiily. It is our
responsibility to care for the boy." This was from the uncle. I had no
doubt he was already thinking of what he could with Christo if the boy was
living under his roof permanently. I felt the heat rise in my body and my
face starting to flush. I took several deep breaths before speaking.

"I have known Christian as a student for years, and frankly also as a
neighbor. The family lived across the hall from me when he was in middle
school." I turned toward the social worker. "When you spoke about finding
Christian a stable home, wouldn't that include staying in a familiar school
and neighborhood, with his friends, and teachers that he knows? It's not
yet the middle of our school year and changing now would seem to add insult
to injury." I could see her nodding her head as she considered my words. I
looked directly at the uncle. "Of course family is very important,
especially in a crisis like this. And I know we all would like to avoid any
further disturbances or revelations to Christian's life that would involve
the police and others." I looked directly into the uncle's eyes as I said
this. I saw him flinch. "As I said, Christian and I were neighbors a few
years ago. He knows my neighborhood, and knows me well as his teacher. He
has shared many confidences with me. Very many." I could see the uncle's
eyes widen. He was getting my message that his behaviors might very well
have been among the confidences Christian had shared with me. "You live
almost three hours away. Rather than moving him at this vulnerable time, he
could stay with me through this school year. I have the room." I looked in
turn at the others. "Of course I would work with the family to help him
through this hard time, but with less disruption." The social worker and
the cop nodded their heads in agreement. The aunt also seemed to be pleased
with the idea. The uncle looked hard at me. Our eyes exchanged further
unspoken words as I saw him begin to wonder just how much I knew of what he
had been doing to my Christo. I added the sweetner to seal the
deal. "Quizas, Senior Vega, podrias pasar tiempo con Christian y mi los
fines de semana para ayudarle a profundizar los lazos familiares durante
esta transicion." [Perhaps, Senior Vega, you could spend time with
Christian and me on the weekends to help him deepen family bonds during the
transition.]  From the corners of my eyes I saw the positive reactions of
the detective, social worker and aunt as they heard me speak in Spanish. My
principal didn't speak Spanish, but she looked intrigued, and maybe even a
bit proud of me? However I kept my gaze on the uncle. He seemed to get the
idea.

"Yes this makes sense, no?", he said, looking around the table.

"I could not agree more.", piped in the social worker. "Christian is at the
hospital right now. Not so much because of his injuries, but we needed to
have a better place for him to be while we figured things out."

The Principal spoke again. "Percy I know this is a lot to ask, and thank
you for stepping up for your students as you always do. It might be best if
you pick up Christian and bring him to your place. The district is willing
to grant you special leave for two weeks to help the boy adjust to his
circumstances, grieve for his mother, attend the funeral, and so forth. I
have already gotten that assurance from our HR department." That took me
back a bit.  It seemed like some decisions were made before I had even
entered the room.

"Ok then. I think we have decided.", said Ms. Santos. We rose from our
seats, the uncle and I again locking eyes and silently understanding where
things stood. The couple filed out behind the detective. The social worker
went just ahead of me, but once we were in the hallway she stopped and
whispered in my ear, "My sister Estephanie says hello." My eyes went wide
with that as the clues clicked together in my brain. Of course! That
explains how I was brought into the conversation in the first place. It was
the link that brought me and Christo together! She spoke again at a normal
volume. "We will provide financial assistance because you are caring for
the boy. I will be by with the paperwork, etc." I took her hand in thanks,
holding on with both of my hands a little longer to let her know I
understood the situation and her role in the outcome.

We each drove separately to the hospital. Christo was sitting up in a room
off the E.R. with a female cop. He must have known by now what had happened
after he was knocked out. I could see his eyes were swollen red, although
at this point I think he had cried himself dry of tears. When we entered
the room he sprang up to give me the tightest hug like I was the last
person he could hold onto in the world. On reflection I guess I kind of was
that last person. Then he started to go limp in my arms. I eased him back
down into his chair. "Careful with those sudden movements. He's got a
pretty bad consussion." I looked up at a doctor holding a tablet and a
sheef of papers. "Are you his father, uh... guardian?, she asked,
hesitating at seeing a black man present for a white latino, her face
coloring slightly at the reference to a father. She must know what
happened.

"He is the Foster parent appointed by CPS." answered Ms. Santos. The doctor
was all business, giving me papers with instructions on how to care for
someone with a concussion. She also gave me a prescription for a mild
antidepressant in case Christian started showing signs of PTSD. Santos also
let me know they would follow up with counseling sessions for him as soon
as he was ready to begin processing what had transformed his
life. Following hospital protocol they took him out in a wheel chair and
got him into my car. We drive home in silence. In fact we stayed in silence
for days. I spoke to let him know dinner was ready, or that it was time for
bed. We showered together, and slept together, but there was no
sex. Christo just stayed as close to me as he could. Most of the time he
was curled quietly in my arms. From time to time I felt him shudder, and
break down crying, even wailing and screaming. This especially happened in
the middle of the night as he reacted to nightmares. Those times I gave him
one of the pills from the doctor, cutting it in half first. I wanted him to
sleep, but didn't want to risk him becoming dependent. My heart broke anew
for him each and every time.  Fortunately Santos and the police officers
had collected Christo's things from the crime scene and brought them
over. At least he didn't have to set foot back inside the place his mother
died. I feared for his mental state as we got closer to the funeral. I took
him to the mall to buy a black suit. The entire trip he was still in
silence. I realized it had been almost a week and Christian still had not
uttered a single word. I contacted Santos and she came over to try and get
him to talk. Christian wouldn't let me leave the room. He held onto me and
buried his face in my side. The three of us sat in awkward silence. I told
her about the nightmares, and she spoke soothingly to him about grief and
how it's different for everyone. He didn't respond.

 The story had been in the news, but neither of us in our greiving
isolation were aware how many people had been moved. Teachers at our school
had set up a Go-Fund-Me page to raise money for the expenses. A local
church worked with a funeral home to provide a simple funeral and
burial. The day of the service Christian put on his suit over a white
shirt. He looked at the tie in his hands. "Percy. I don't know how to do
this. I never wore a tie before." I reacted with a start hearing him
speak. This time I was speechless. I walked over to him, positioned him in
front of me facing the mirror, and slowly tied on the tie so he could watch
how I did it. Finished, I kept my arms around him and hugged him. He turned
around and hugged me back. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

We were picked up by the limo from the funeral home. Then the limo picked
up the Vegas at their hotel. Christo held my hand the whole way. We when
got into the church, standing by the casket I was surprised, and touched,
at how many staff and students had shown up. Friends and people who had
known and worked with the family over the years were there too along with
Ms Santos and some police officers. I saw Christian shuffle himself to put
on his tough guy exterior, but there was something different. I realized he
also was moved to see how many people had come. He knew they were there for
him. Christian looked at me and held out his hand. In front of his uncle,
aunt, and the funeral home workers he said, "I can't do this without you."
Of course I took his hand. He squeezed my hand tightly for a minute. Then
the four of us walked down the aisle behind the casket. I was a little
surprised he never let go of my hand even in front of all these
people. Still I guessed people might think it was understandable under the
circumstances. I knew what he was really signaling. When it was all over at
the graveside people came up to express their condolences, offer
sympathies, etc. I stood behind Christian and he greeted each mourner like
a true gentleman. I marveled again how much I had underestimated him the
first time I met him.

The limo took us back to my home, to our home, after dropping off the
Vegas. We had made our goodbyes and made sure we had each other's contact
information. The rest of the limo ride Christo held me tightly and cried
quietly as we rode. Back inside the apartment I started to undress. Without
a word Christo took over, removing and hanging up my clothes. Once he had
me completely naked he stood still in front of me and I knew it was my turn
to do the same for him. Then he took my hand and led us into the shower. We
washed and dried each other without talking. Christian led us back to the
bedroom and we got under the covers. We snuggled closely. He broke the
silence. "Promise you won't let anything happen to you. Never leave me."

"I promise. I will always be here for you." He lifted his head to kiss me
and then we lay quietly and soon fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the
night I woke up. I hadn't closed the curtains when we went to bed, so the
room was lit by the streetlamps. I realized I was fully hard. I also
realized that was because Christo was lovingly sucking my cock. His throat
muscles did their magic on my phallus. I gasped and moaned at the
sensations. He pulled his mouth off me and moved back up my body to kiss me
tenderly while still holding and stroking my dick. He broke off the kiss to
roll over on his side and position my wet cock at his entrance. I took my
time slipping into his ass until I was buried all the way. Christo pulled
my arm around him and began fucking himself on my rod. Of all the sex we
had ever had shared, this was some of the most tender, heartfelt coitus I
had experienced with my young lover. There was no urgency, no hard fucking,
at least not at first. It was just us giving each other the pleasure of
being together as much as two people could be. But as I've told you before,
Christian's ass was a piece of art. I swear he was even better at 15 than
he had been at 12, and at 12 he was fan-fucking-tastic. He controlled our
movements in this long, slow fuck. My orgasm caught me by surprise, so lost
was I in the beauty of our sex. Only after I came, without letting me
pullout, Christo picked up speed fucking his ass. My cum became extra lube,
and he felt so slick inside. Throwing back the sheets he rolled us over so
I was on my back. He sat up simultanelously reaching forward to hold onto
my legs and tucking his legs underneath to ride my rod in a reverse cowboy
positon. The sight of his lean, smooth, muscular white ass taking my big,
black cock was insanely brilliant. Sweet victory! Now Christian rode me
even faster, forcefully fucking himself up and down on my tool. This went
on for time beyond telling. The term power bottom burst into my
head. Athletically he spun around to face me in regular cowboy
position. His hard cock bounced in front of me leaking precum as I watched
in frozen wonder while my boy took his total pleasure with my body. I
wanted to reach between his legs and jack him while he fucked me, but the
whole experience was too erotic and I was paralyzed with pleasure watching
him have his way with me. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOh
GAWD!!!OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
We erupted simultaneously, me coating his insides, his jizz painting me
from face to abs. Cum stings when it hits you in the eyes. I was pretty
sure his cum got into my hair too, so forceful was his orgasm. Our combined
loads squished audibly as he continued to ride my dick. I could feel the
semen gushing out of my baby's well fucked hole to run over my balls as he
continued to ride. Pearls of cum kept bubbling forth from my peehole as he
milked me for all I was worth. Finally I couldn't take any more. "Stop!
Please baby. I can't!" Christo gave a victorious laugh. He layed down on me
and we cuddled with my cock gradually softening, but still inside him until
I got completely soft. Christo brought our mouths together and we french
kissed. The smell of our nut was everywhere. That or he had shot into my
nose while bathing me in his sperms. I was good with it either way. We fell
asleep in that position for a short while, only to wake up sticky and
feeling wet spots on the sheets. Christo was still sleeping and I was
loathe to wake him from the rest he so desparately needed, but aside from
the weight and warmth of his young body, it was not pleasant to be sleeping
in a cold, wet spot. I pulled back the covers and gently woke him. "Baby we
need to cleanup and change the sheets."

"No. I love this. I don't want to move." Ok. I loved it too. We were as one
in the center of the universe. But I wanted to rest comfortably, not keep
thinking I wet the bed everytime I shifted into a wet spot.

"Please baby. A quick shower, change the sheets and we can spend the rest
of eternity in bed. Ok?" He groaned, but relented to my wishes.

We had another week until we had to be back to school. I continued to check
in with Santos and CPS. Christo started counseling. I wondered briefly how
he would describe living with me, but I also knew Christian was savvy and
could keep secrets so I didn't worry that he would reveal we were fucking
like a newly married couple. The therapist did pull me aside after one
session to tell me I was clearly doing a very good job parenting Christian
through the trauma. "He trusts you implicitly, and he loves you very much
like you're his true father." Those words remain emblazoned in my mind. All
the doubts I had when I first started out seemed so silly and short-sighted
compared to the jewel who came into my life. By the time summer came it was
virtually universally accepted by all that Christian was going to remain
with me. Everyone knew that was what he wanted, and even though at 15 he
was still technically a child, he was obviously old enough to articulate
what he wanted. We all respected his wishes. His uncle and I had reached an
agreement. He had witnessed how Christian felt about me so he wouldn't
object to the boy living with me, and I wouldn't let anyone else know what
had been going on between them behind his wife's back. If there was going
to be any further kinky play between them, then Christian would be the one
to initiate that, and I would not object. Now that it was summer and we
were together I began taking Christo on all the trips, visits, and
experiences I had planned for in middle school. Every moment was a joy.  I
realized it wasn't the particular thing we did so much as the fact we were
doing it together. For three more years we were at our high school. It was
ok that we arrived and left together. When I had faculty meetings Christian
would sometimes wait in my classroom, or go off and do things with his
friends. However we always left together at the end of the day. The old,
hellacious Christian of middle school was long gone. The high school
Christian was still smart, and funny. But he was also sober and serious
about learning all he could each day. Remember Juan? Nothing ever happened
between us, but he took to Christian and became sort of his big brother. So
when it was Christian's senior year, naturally he decided he wanted to
attend the same university as Juan. They had a top-rated school for social
work, which is what Christian wanted to do. Plus, it was in the city, so he
could continue to live at home while attending. That brought about our
first and only fight.

"Papi, It's like what, an hour commute at most?"

"It's an hour at midnight. During daytime hours it's more like two on mass
transit and five if you drive." By this time I was making enough money to
buy a condo in a more desireable location that was still in the city, but
also gentrified, and safe to walk the streets at night. "But the travel is
not my point. This is college, a time for leaving the nest, spreading your
wings, and seeing where they take you. To do that properly you need to live
on campus and immerse yourself in the whole experience."

"I can do that with classes, and study, and clubs, and all that shit. Then
I can still be home at night to fuck your brains out."

That's when I said the wrong thing. "I don't need that." Christo froze. His
eyes locked into mine and there was an awkward silence.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! PUTO!!!" He ran into the bedroom slamming the door
shut behind him. What the hell? Where did that come from? I went to open
the door, but he had locked it.

"Christo!, Baby? What did I do? How did I upset you? Babe, I'm sorry, but
please, let's talk this out. Please?"

"Vete! Vete al carajo con cualquier otro nino que tengas!" [Go away! Go
fuck whatever other kid you have.] Hunh? Other kids??? Then it dawned on me
what he was thinking.

"Christo, mi amor, solo tengo a ti. Solo te quiero a ti. Para
eternidad. Este verdad." [Chris, my love, I only have you. I only want
you. For eternity. It's the truth.] There was silence for a time. Then I
heard the door unlock. He opened it and stood there looking at me, his eyes
red, wet and puffy. As he had grown, we were eye to eye. "Baby I am not
trying to get rid of you so I can fuck some younger kid. I don't need
that. I don't want that. You are all I want now and forever. But I want you
to be with me because you want to be here. After all you have been through
and all we have shared, the only way I can be sure that you want to be here
with me is if I know you have had some experience of what else is out there
for you. That's what college does. At least that's what it did for me."

"So you want me to go away?" He asked this in a very soft voice.

"I don't want you to go away. However I think it is the healthiest thing
you can do for yourself. I told you I will always be here for you and I
mean every word today, yesterday, and tomorrow. It won't be easy for me at
all. Room and board adds a considerable amount on top of tuition, and we
both know what I make. But I will spend my last penny to give you what I
believe you need. And you need a true college experience. It also will be
hard for me to wake up every morning and return each night to an empty
home." He came into my arms and we embraced, slowly rocking back and forth.

"What if I meet somebody and things happen?"

"If you mean having sex I am ok with that. I accepted your sexplay with
your uncle. I want you to experience the fullness of whatever life brings
you. And if you have sex with Juan I want pictures." We both laughed at
that.

"I owe you pictures then." He watched carefully for my reaction. Obviously
I was surprised, although on reflection I guess I shouldn't have been. But
that's ok. "Oh you boys. In that case you owe me pictures and video." We
laughed again. "Seriously mi hijo, I want you to understand how I think
about our relationship. There is a metaphor about a bird in a cage. It says
you should open the door and let the bird fly out. If the bird flies around
and comes back to the cage it is yours. If the bird flies out and doesn't
ever come back then it was never yours. You are my bird. The cage is our
home. College is the door. Every choice is yours. You know what I hope. But
also know I will accept and support whatever decision you make."

"Fuck!" It wasn't the most articulate response, but it conveyed the full
depth of his of his emotions. I understood exactly where he was and what he
was feeling. "Papi you better keep that door wide open because I don't know
what kind of landing I'm gonna make."

I saw the sparkle in his eyes which I so dearly loved. "Nino we will have
many times for you to practice landing every semester break and every
summer. However I will make one demand. You tell me about every hookup. And
I seriously want pics and vids of you and Juan. I never did it with him,
but I think he wanted to and he is a hottie."

"Yeah he's a good fuck. He thinks you're hot too. Maybe I should bring him
back with me on semester breaks so you two can finally do what you should
have done years ago."  he snickered at that. Now that I knew they had been
fooling around, I had a million questions. But instead I chose to accept
what he had revealed knowing that he would answer those questions in his
own time. "But seriously too. If you find a boy that needs a papi, or if
you and my uncle share a horny kid, promise you'll tell me. I'd ask for
pics and vids too, but I don't want you to get in more trouble." Just like
that we went from a jealous couple to an open relationship.

"You are fucking amazing. I am changed because of you. You are everything
to me." We kissed again, our tongues becoming conduits of our
souls. Distantly I felt his hands at my belt, pulling it open, unzipping my
pants, massaging my rapidly growing phallus through my boxer briefs. I
began doing the same to my lover, stroking his package through his
basketball shorts, pulling loose the draw string to lower his shorts and
grope him through his boxers with both hands. It had long since become one
of our favorite rituals to strip each other and go into the shower. In our
new home it was easier as the thoroughly modern shower could be started to
the right temperature and settings with a single switch. I hit that now as
we moved like a single organism into the shower. Once rinsed we began
lathering each other with body wash. Our tongues continuing to dance in one
another's mouth we each concentrated more on our favorite erogenous zones;
Christo on my cock and me on his boypussy. In an well known, choreographed,
soul-connected movement we turned away from the shower to unite, my cock in
the familiar home of his ass. Our fucking was lovemaking.

"Yes papi. Fuck me. Te amo." Christo's urgings got louder and faster. I
fucked in matching tempo. "I gotta cum." I took total control, snatching
his hands off the wall and his cock. I began fucking him hard, holding both
arms by the wrists and lifting him up with my thrusts. As I expected he
jetted his jizz all over the wall and tub before him. I kept going all the
way throughout Christo's orgasm. His load was ginormous. I was still
holding his wrists when he leaned back, hooked first one leg, then the
other, around mine. Now his full weight was suspended on my thick, nine
inch tool. The feeling was incredible. I couldn't hold back any longer as I
jetted huge volumes of sperm into my teen boy. So our debate was settled,
the argument over, makeup sex complete, and our commitment reaffirmed.

After we finished toweling each other off I got down on one knee, holding
his left hand with my right, and his genitals with my left. "Mi amor. I
pledge here and now that when you have inished your Bachelor's Degree, if
you still want to be with me, I will marry you." Christian's eyes filled
with tears, the happy kind this time.

"Por supuesto, mi amor." [Of course, my love]

And so it was just over four years later. We married in the church that
hosted his mother's funeral. Estephanie was my witness and Juan was
Christopher's. The wedding reception was held at El Barrio, of
course. There were some former students and staff from our middle and high
schools, including my principal, as guests. Of course Estephanie's sister
Juliana Santos was there as well. At one point, out of the corner of my eye
as we greeted guests, I could swear I also saw Christo's mother standing in
a corner of the room. I looked fully at the spot and saw nothing. But
later, as we were all tucking into our dinners, I saw her again. My eyes
went wide as my brain processed this information. Christo leaned over and
whispered in my ear. "Percy, you see what I see? I could only nod my head
affirmatively. Then the sound of spoons ringing on glasses signaled that we
should kiss. To this day I don't know if a guest started that, or the
apparition before us. Either way we knew it was right with her and the
universe. We kissed from our souls for everyone to see.

I have enjoyed telling you this story, but I have to go now. Christo has
been looking over my shoulder as I've been writing, and rubbing his hard
tool all around my neck. I know that means he wants head, and whatever my
husband lover wants, he gets. Thanks for reading, and thanks for letting me
share our story.