Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 17:36:37 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 3 STOP. Press your backspace key. Return to Nifty Erotic Stories Index and read the Nifty Warning. It applies to this story. SMALL TOWN GAY BOY - PART 3 Chapter 1 Things continued on. Conrad's friendship grew closer by the month. We were now calling each other big brother and little brother. During my freshman year in high school, a lot of things happened to Conrad --all good. He went to the tavern only occasionally. He had a job as assistant manager to a Denver furniture store that had opened a local branch. Clay was their local attorney and they had asked him if he could recommend someone to them, as they wanted a local person. He recommended Conrad. Conrad proved to be a genuine success, was well paid and had bought a car. He knew he would never have had a chance at the job if it had not been for Clay and the last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass Clay. My utter fascination with men's genitals increased rather that subsided. Not only with the infinite variations but what happened to them when they erected. Some grew substantially in the process of erection, as Conrad's did. Some, like Clay's, where huge all the time and just hardened without any increase in length or girth. In my sophomore year in high school a new teacher joined the faculty. He was about 23 years old and a recent graduate of the University of Northern Colorado, in Greeley. He was introduced at a student assembly at the beginning of registration day. He was to teach Business Courses: "Accounting" and a computer course called "Using the Computer for Business Forms and Correspondence" plus some others. Half the student body practically fainted the minute they spotted him on the stage, including a few of the guys. He was introduced as Mr. Aaron Force (soon to be corrupted by some of the smart ass guys as Air Force). When he spoke a few words, he appeared to be painfully shy but what a dreamboat. He was slight of build; had light brown hair worn in a casually combed style and bright blue eyes. His skin was alabaster, almost translucent. He, like Clay, had an Adams apple but not quite as pronounced as Clay's. Oh, and the most beautiful eyebrows and something I had probably seen before, but never noted, Aaron had airplane ears (not severe, just slightly sticking out from his head). Aaron was definitely instant boner material. With the luck I had been praying for, I got into his accounting class. The computer class filled in a hurry. Aaron always dressed with great conservatism, dark suits and black leather, moccasin style, shoes. His suits were either custom tailored or, if off the rack, expertly altered. He was, without doubt, the best-dressed person on the faculty. I never saw him go so far as to even wear a bright necktie, except when Christmas approached he did manage to wear a red one. Girls never ceased making remarks during class that could be interpreted two ways and he always blushed when they did. They were real cunts; one could be described as a mean bitch. Sometimes when he gave me individual attention at my desk I imagined I could feel his crotch heat (more instant boners). He became my number one jack- off fantasy. I soon began to wonder if Mr. Force's suits were a defense tactic. Maybe he was saying, in effect, look but don't touch. He was, however, an effective teacher, despite his shyness. His voice was strong and his enunciation was precise. He would have been a good T V newscaster. The accounting class was my first class of the day, my seat was right in front of Aaron's desk. When he faced the room I looked directly at his crotch; when he faced the chalkboard I looked directly at his buns, which, by the way, were small. Being so close to him gave me a daily, early morning charge to my battery. Not a bad thing to have in the wintertime. Teachers always stood in the hallway, adjacent to their door between classes. When the bell rang they closed the door and walked to their desk. One day, Mr. Force, upon entering the room, stopped behind his desk and removed his suit coat to drape it over the back of his chair. I immediately noticed his zipper was completely unzipped (leave it to me to notice). I quickly stood up and walked up to him, standing in front of him and in a very low voice said: Mr. Force, I urgently need to talk to you in the corridor. Thank God, he followed me out the door. What's the matter Toby? Mr. Force, your zipper is down, all the way down. Oh Toby, how embarrassing. I am so glad you told me. I could not help but lower my head and watch as he zipped it up. Mr. Force, to make this look somewhat more plausible, I will go to my locker and not go back in the room for at least five minutes Thanks again Toby. Mr. Force, please don't blush when you go back in; I am positive I am the only one that noticed it. I went to the boy's room and whacked off. In the hall, after class, Taylor asked me why I left the room. I told him I had the squirts. What are squirts? Kind of a nice name for diarrhea. I knew everything about Mr. Force that was possible to know, unless I was, someday, to see him naked. (Fat chance of that.) I liked his small buns, his long fingers and fingernails (always clean) and the way he moved when he walked around the classroom. Neither Conrad nor Clay had big butts but Aaron's buns were truly small and accentuated his "V" shaped body that started with broad shoulders. Chapter 2 During Christmas vacation, at Noon, on a Saturday morning, midway between Christmas and New Years, Conrad said he had ignored my and Clay's instructions because he found what he described as someone I would flip over. ("Big cock" immediately crossed my mind.) Conrad sometimes identified the guy I was to meet and some times did not. I sometimes asked and sometimes didn't. Sometimes I wanted to be surprised. This just happened to be a "didn't time". Conrad told me to meet him in the 900 block of Garfield, in the south part of town, but not at a house facing the street. We were meeting at a garage right next to an alley that had been converted into an apartment. It had yellow siding. The alley was between Garfield and Hamilton Streets and between Ninth and Tenth streets. The door was on the side of the apartment and he would already be there when I arrived. So, on a mildly cold but very overcast morning, I sought out the backyard apartment, parked my bike against the side of the building next to the entry door. Conrad opened the door and told me to wheel my bike inside and lean it against a wall. He appeared to be alone until an interior door opened and Aaron came out with a big smile. His first words were: Toby, please don't be shocked or embarrassed. I instantly broke into tears. Aaron came over to me, hugged me and said -- please don't Toby, it's my fault, please don't go, but if you do, at least do it knowing l understand. This should never have happened. I managed to say, even though still crying -- No, you don't understand, I love you, I really love you. He stepped back and looked at me in total shock. Conrad interceded, came up to me and gripped my shoulders with his hands. Toby stop crying! Aaron does understand. He told me he loved you; I arranged this because you also told me that you loved him. Toby, it is impossible not to love people you are terribly fond of. But between two men, especially if one of them is a boy it is better that the word not be verbalized. It will be understood, even if not verbalized. Love is a very strong a word; verbalizing it makes things develop too fast, becoming complicated in too big a hurry. Aaron probably couldn't cope with it and I know you are far too young to cope with it. Toby, I love you but I have never told you. I know Clay loves you but I doubt he has ever told you. Didn't you ever feel that Clay and I love you even though we never said it? Yes. O K, there you are. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Aaron is totally guiltless. Toby, I want you to do something for me. I am going to leave and I want you to stay, dry your face, and let what happens, if anything, happen between the two of you. I know you will regret it before you get to the end of the alley if you don't. But, just in case you do leave, I will stay right outside and smoke a cigarette. You are not to dash away from here alone. Understand? Clay left. Aaron hurried out of the room and returned immediately, carrying a box of Kleenex. After a short, awkward silence, Aaron came over and slowly embraced me. He gently guided me to sit with him on a love seat. Toby, will you let me talk to you? Yes. Well, we can't use the big "L word", but Conrad didn't say we couldn't sit on a love seat. Despite myself I smiled at his humor. Toby, Conrad said we could not say we loved each other. Think of what he did not say. I can tell you I adore you, I worship you, I have lusted for you ever since the first day you walked into my classroom. I need you so badly that I can barely stand it. I slipped my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder. I can also tell you that you that you are totally beautiful and I want you in any manner that you will be comfortable with, even if it does not include sex. Do you understand what I am saying? Do you understand how much I want you? Yes. Do you know a word we could substitute for "love"? I think "treasure" would work. Imagine we are getting married. We are taking our vows -- I Aaron Force, take you, Toby Mason, for my lawfully wedded wife. I will treasure you, honor you and care for you until death does us part. You take your vows. The minister says we can kiss. He lifted my head off his shoulder and kissed my cheek. I guess you think I am completely crazy, Toby? I looked him straight in the eye and said: No, I treasure you with all my heart and promise to treasure, honor and obey you for the rest my life. I kissed his cheek. I heard that, especially the obey part, so tread lightly when you are in my classroom. Oh, Mr. Force, you aren't crazy but maybe you should seek counseling. I hope you prove to be incurable. He laughed and that made me laugh. I knew he had been trying to and had succeeded in lifting my spirits. We both seemed a lot more relaxed. And, he, for the first time since I had known him he seemed completely free of nervousness Toby, I love what you said, but I have a correction to make. To you, and to you alone among my students, I am not Mr. Force, I am Aaron. Can you remember that and not use my given name when you are in class? God, I hope so. If I slip, I will say: "Excuse me; I meant Mr. Force". Toby I want you so bad right now, what could we do, I mean do together, to each other that you would enjoy, be comfortable with? O. K. I think you should set the boundaries, but you did ask me. (I thought of the miracle I hoped for of seeing him naked, but that paled in comparison to what I now wanted.) Aaron, is your bed made up? Yes, it is. Can we go to your bedroom and unmake it? Also adjust the window shades so there is very little light in the room. He led me to the bedroom and I helped him in doing the things I had asked. Do you have a bathrobe? Yes. And a pajama top? Yes. Pick up the bathrobe and let's go to the kitchen. Aaron, do you have anything that is slick, like slick greasy or slick oily? He found a small bottle of olive oil. O K, Aaron, undress and put on your bathroom but do not button it. In five minutes come back to the Bedroom. Bring the olive oil. When he returned I was in the middle of the bed wearing only the pajama top -- unbuttoned. I was on my back in the middle of his bed. His eyes roamed my body and mine his. His fully erect cock was only four inches long and about the same size around as a penny coin. His cock head was the right size for his shaft and it was reddish, it looked very tender, very sensitive. His cock erected flat against his stomach. His ball sack was round, firm and snuggled against the bottom of his shaft. A circle of smooth, shiny skin surrounded his nipples and the nipples themselves were bigger than I had ever seen on a man. No cock Aaron's size had aroused me since elementary school. Right now I thought it was the most beautiful, sexy, desirable sex tool I had ever seen. God, Toby you are so big for a teenager. (I was now 7 inches and as big as I would ever be.) I raised my legs as high as they would go and held them in place with my hands. Please, Aaron, rub that olive oil all over your cock. Use me. What do they call it that a groom does to his bride on their wedding night? Do you mean fucking? Of course, but something else, too. Do you mean they consummate their marriage -- we can't do that? Yes, we can. Stick it in and consummate me. I immediately knew I had used the word incorrectly and he probably realized the same. But he was too aroused to correct my grammar. He crawled on the bed. He got in me ever so slowly, and pushed it in and out ever so gently. Suddenly, passion took over and he started using strong, thrusting motions. I looked at his face and shot cum all over my chest. He watched what had happened and I felt him climax within seconds. I felt his hot juice spew out, deep into my ass. He collapsed on top of me. Our only movement was our heavy breathing. Finally, he kissed me and rolled to his side. We lay without moving, exhausted, and fell asleep. I awoke first, half an hour later, moved ever so quietly to the bathroom and ever so slowly back into bed. For an additional fifteen minutes I lay, my head propped up on my hand and elbow. I looked at him and loved him more by the moment. Finally he moved and looked at me. Toby, what are you doing? Don't move I am counting the hairs on your chest. Why? Because there aren't that many and I want an accurate count. Toby, I think we should go to the same counselor together. You are every bit as much in need as I am. I kissed him. He headed for the bathroom, when he returned to bed he pulled a sheet and blanket over our bodies and told me to put my head on his arm. Well, Toby, I guess I consummated both you and our marriage at the same time. You surprised me. Conrad told me you were oral and to not even think of going beyond that. Why did you guide me in the direction you did? Our joking about the wedding vows made me think of it and I suddenly wanted to do it. I wanted you to be the first one to do it to me so bad. Have you ever done it before? Toby, I had never as much as touched another person in an intimate way. We both lost our virginity within a split second of each other. He turned toward me and kissed me. How did you meet Conrad? Toby, we were next door neighbors in Greeley when we were kids. He is a little older than I was but living next door we did see a lot of each other. One time I remember his asking me if I was gay, and I told him I didn't know as yet. I don't think I really ever knew where the Schells moved to; then one evening about two weeks ago I met him in a supermarket. I invited him to the apartment to have a few beers. In the course of our conversation he asked if I ever decided about being gay. I told him I hadn't as yet. He told me about you and I damn near wet my pants. I was so excited. Conrad told me that you were good at clearing up peoples minds on the subject of sexual preference; that you had made him realize he liked to swing both ways. He said a couple of guys had sucked his dick before, but after the second time he had sex with you, his sex life was changed and enhanced forever. I really do treasure you, Toby. I hope you want to do this again. As you are so fond of saying in class: "Think about that for a while. That is a needless question." Aaron where are you from? My parents still live in Greeley. I decided to not go home for Christmas as my parents were going to California, an annual sort of relative visiting thing. I didn't want to go this year, so I stayed here. Toby, I wish you could stay forever, but I don't want to get you in trouble. Lets discuss how we can arrange meetings, while we dress. I followed his naked buns (now I more than just loved them) into the Living Room. He pulled on a pair of tan corduroys and a teal blue sweater. Aaron, you just had on pants and a sweater. No underwear! I not only talked to Conrad, I followed his advice on what turned you on. I wanted you to like me. As if you needed advice on turning me on. You give me a boner every morning looking at you in class. Toby, do you know what you do to me in class? After the first day I had to buy a jock strap to wear at school. You gave me a boner, too. My dick is too small to be seen through my pants, but the process of it rising to lay flat against my stomach is so arousing I knew I couldn't take it the first period of every day. And, Toby let's plan meetings this way. We are so attuned to each other that we can almost transmit messages through a slight look or subtle gesture. Passing of notes is dangerous -- don't do it. You can come to the apartment whenever we send a signal or whenever you want to, for that matter. Do you take your textbooks home most days? Yes? Good, when you do come to the apartment try to remember to bring your accounting text book with you and we can always explain things, if I happen to have company, by saying I am giving you a little extra tutoring. Aaron, I sneak looks at you all the time; is that what you mean by attuned. Yes, plus I am so aware of your presence in class you wouldn't believe it. Believe me it will work out. Aaron, do you know what your nickname is at school. No, is it bad? Not really, just a play on your name. Tell me. Air Force. He laughed and said: You know, Toby, I like that! We kissed, we kissed some more, we kissed some more. Finally I rolled my bike out of his living room and we said our goodbyes. It started to snow before I reached home. Before I had eaten a late snack, the wind began to blow. By 3:00 in the afternoon, blizzard conditions existed. They prevailed, even worsened, for a full twenty-four hours. By 4:00 PM Sunday it had moved out of the immediate area. I told my parents that my business teacher was staying in town over the holidays and I was going to walk up to his apartment because he had said he would give me some extra tutoring. My mom thought I was crazy, but didn't try to talk me out of the idea. I was no big deal. Blizzards always came out of the north. They piled snowdrifts on the south sides of buildings, but flat areas, like streets, were swept relatively clean by the wind. At 4:30 I was knocking at Aaron's door. He pulled me in and helped me talk off my parka. He looked at me and said: I told you we were attuned to each other. I have been crazy to see you again. I never expected you to weather a blizzard for me, though. But, as soon as you get your parka and gloves off, call your parents and tell them you arrived safely. And, if necessary I will escort you back home. Toby, you look frozen. The apartment isn't cold, but I will light the oven and open the door. We can move a couple of dinette chairs so we sit in front of it for a while until you thaw. Sitting there, talking, I found that his dad was Scottish and his mother was English and they had immigrated to Colorado, a few years before he was born, via Montreal, Canada. This explained his voice. He said that he forgot to tell me something yesterday. He wanted me to keep seeing Conrad and Clay. They were longtime friends and they had been good to me. He didn't want to feel responsible for separating us. I agreed. Soon we were kissing and each of us had our hands inside the other's pants squeezing our erections. Aaron said he needed to use the bathroom before we started anything. I waited just long enough to grow impatient when Aaron called from the Bedroom -- Toby, can you come in here? There was barely any light in the room most of which escaped from beneath the closed, bathroom door. I was not far into the room when Aaron spoke from behind me. I turned and could barely make out his form standing against a wall. He was naked, legs spread wide. He was standing astride a low wattage, night-light that was plugged into an electrical outlet about a foot above the floor. His cock was totally erect and pressed against his stomach. His arms were outstretched about a foot from his body with the palms of his hands pointing outward, toward me. Without words, the message he wanted to convey was unmistakably clear. He was presenting his cock to me and in the most beautiful way imaginable. I practically tore my clothes off and, damn, I had on underwear to cope with. I had worn them because of the cold I approached him, pressed him tightly to the wall with my body, kissed him and played with his oversize nipples, flicking them with my fingers, pulling on them and sucking them until they enlarged like an aroused cock. With my tongue, I licked my way from his nipples to his love tool. Remembering how tender his cock head looked, I knew I would need to be extremely careful in the way I serviced him. If I caused him to prematurely ejaculate I'd probably shoot myself. I worked my throat muscles until my mouth was wet with saliva. I enveloped his cock as slowly and softly as if he was asleep and I was trying to enact a sexual fantasy without awakening him. As best as I could, I subdued my lustful thoughts and concentrated on making my mouth into a warm, wet and slippery receiver, hopefully worthy of Aaron's young manhood. With my mouth open I tried to achieve a feather light touch to the sucking action. Aaron was totally motionless. I tried to vary the sensations I was giving him -- I would pause and tease his cockhead with a dancing tongue -- withdraw my mouth and gently masturbate his shaft, slick with spit - my thumb on the bottom and my forefinger on the top. Although Aaron remained motionless, I knew his head was bent down, observing my worship of his manhood. The one and only time he uttered a sound was when he said "No" when he observed that, at one point, I had started to masturbate myself. I had succeeded in delaying his climax but it became evident that his arousal was nearing the point where he could no longer avoid ejaculation. I pulled his cock down, released it and let it slap against his stomach. After several repeats of this his body began to jerk, his manhood began to pulsate. I quickly put it in my mouth and held it there while his urinal canal enlarged and his cock throbbed, sending cum flooding across my tongue. Without doubt he had the sweetest fuckjuice I had ever tasted. He placed his hands behind my head and pulled me into his crotch. Oh Aaron, I am about to shoot. I'm sorry. Toby, don't be sorry. What can I do to help? Nothing, I don't have that much time. I stood up, cupped his softening dick in hand and my cock shot cum all over his dick and my hand. He grabbed me and kissed me while I ejaculated. While cleaning ourselves up, Aaron told me he wanted me to teach him everything I knew about sex, because I seemed to be so knowledgeable in how to pleasure a man. Any regrets this time? No Aaron, and I have been thinking that I could probably have been a lot cooler yesterday if I had had even an idea that I would be seeing you, if I would have even seen your car outside. Toby the people across the alley are elderly, have a double garage and one car. They rent the vacant stall, including a remote door operator, for $10.00 a month. That is where I keep my car. I never leave it out in the weather. He hugged and kissed me some more and I walked home. Chapter 3. With a week of vacation left we saw each other as many times and we could arrange. Aaron learned to suck cock. He said he had never conceived that sucking a cock could be such an exciting, yet at the same time such a satisfying, experience. The first Monday after New Year's Day school resumed. One of the school janitors was waiting outside Aaron's, classroom door, explaining that Mr. Force would be just a few minutes late and he would monitor the class until his arrival. The janitor stood in the doorway, leaning against a door- jamb, keeping an eye on the room. Within a few minutes he stepped aside. Mr. Force entered wearing a beaten up, old WW II, leather, bomber jacket, goggles and a red beanie with a propeller on his head. He spread his arms to which were attached cardboard airplane wings that he had painted gray and had a U. S. Air Force Insignia. He "flew" across the front of the room and back, turned around again and stopped at his desk. Until he stopped, the class had just gaped with open mouths. Then students started laughing, then clapping their hands and it ended with a standing ovation. The janitor and the school principal stood just inside the door and joined in the applause. After things quieted down, Aaron pointed a finger directly at me and said to the class: There is your student body spy. Trust him with no more secrets. He had always been a popular teacher, but after that day he was THE MOST POPULAR TEACHER. By the end of the day, every student and teacher knew what he had done. If I have done my job correctly, you know by now the Aaron was my most thrilling experience during high school. More to follow