Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 03:35:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: chatterman36@aol.com
Subject: Section 8 - Chapter 3  Redemption

Section 8  -  Chapter  3
By Mike Loggerman
chatterman36@aol.com

After a few weeks I didn't have to spend much time  looking for contacts as
I was getting calls from guys on my cell phone.  My favorite place to find
guys was the  community center locker room.  The  Locker room attendant knew
what I was doing, and in exchange for sucking his  cock when I came in, he
left me alone.
I got to the community center about four.  I walked around the pool area,
and went  swimming, and recognized one of my old teachers from before we
moved to our  section eight housing.  He was  sitting by himself on a lounge
chair, and I noticed his hairy legs and  chest.  He was about 35, muscular,
with dark hair covering a lot of his body.  I acted like I didn't recognize
him and out of the corner of my eye,  watched him watching me.
I slowly left the pool area and went to the locker  room.  He was right
behind me.  I took off my bathing suit and got into  the shower and started
soaping myself.  He came in a moment later, with his big hairy cock swinging
like a  pendulum.  He took the shower next  to mine and cheerfully said hi,
like we were meeting in the hallway in  school.  I chatted with him as if it
was the most natural thing in the world to be naked with your teacher, not
taking my eyes off his big cock.  All the while he was checking me out as
well.  He asked how I was doing, and how my mom  was, and if I was looking
forward to my new school. My cock started to get hard  and I got embarrassed in
front of him.
After a long shower, we went to the locker room and  got dressed. As usual,
I started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed  me out and asked
if I wanted a ride, which I gladly accepted.  While we rode, he said it
must have been  strange for me to be naked with a former teacher.  I said I didn
't mind being naked with  him.  He said I had a nice cock for  a kid my
age.  I said I really liked  seeing his cock.  He asked what I  liked about it.
 I told him I liked  how big and hairy it was.  He asked  what else I would
have liked to see.  I told him I'd like to see it hard.  He said he'd like
to see  hard too, and if I wanted to go to his  apartment, we could make
each other hard and have some fun.
As soon as we got in his apartment, we took off our  clothes.  My cock was
hard and he  started sucking it while he fingered my ass.  I started sucking
his cock and feeling  his big heavy balls.  His cock was a  thick eight
inches, and he watched as I moved down to his pubes, deep throating  him
easily.  Observing that I had  done this before, he lay back and let me explore
his hairy body.  He started sucking me long and slow,  saying he wanted to
taste my cum.  He fingered my ass while he sucked, and started getting close to
shooting  as I thought about my teacher giving me a blow job.  I started to
cum and shot my load in his  mouth.  He kept fingering my ass and  said he
wanted to fuck me.  I spread  my legs and held them against my chest.  His
cock slid inside me easily, and I could feel his pubes against my  ass.  I
groaned as he fucked me and  told him how hot it was.  I loved  feeling him so
deep inside me.  He  thrust hard and fast, and said he was going to cum.
He groaned loudly as his cock exploded  inside me.
As we lay in bed together, I told him I'd like to do  it with him again.
He looked at me  very seriously and asked how much I charged.  I said
nothing.   He said we would not be doing this  again.  When I asked why not, he
said he knew I was having sex with lots of men.  I was shocked and asked how
he  knew.  He said a guy couldn't suck  his cock like that unless he had a
lot of practice. He also said when he fucked  me, he slid in easily so it was
obvious my ass had a lot of cocks inside before  he came along.  I asked
what was  wrong with that, and he said being on the streets was dangerous.  He
used to do the same thing when he was  a teen, and his best friend wound up
dead after meeting a guy.  He said if I wanted to have sex with  him, it
would have to be exclusive with him and no one else.
He said my mom knew he had worked with troubled youth,  and was concerned
for me.  I was  speechless.  I asked how she  knew.  He said neighbors told
her,  and when money started appearing in envelopes, she knew it was true.  I
told him I was only trying to help my  mom.  He said that was bullshit, and
 that I also liked it.  He was right,  and I couldn't fool him.  He went on
 and said that my mom didn't want to get out of our financial problems by
her son  selling himself on the street.
I looked at him and asked what I should do.  He said my mom realized she
couldn't  provide a proper life for me and asked me to help.  I asked if she
knew we'd be having sex,  and he said no, that would be private between us.
He asked if I'd be willing to live with  him and abide by his rules.  I said
 I would, and in a moment, I was off the streets, and out of section eight.
 I became his foster son, and his  lover.
Six months later, my mom was shot and killed in a  night robbery at the
convenience store, and Austin was found dead in a  ditch.  I guess I made the
right  decision.