Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:37:36 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: TEACHER ACROSS THE STREET It was the first week in June - the first week of school vacation -- I was already bored. It was a small town -- nothing to do -- the municipal swimming pool wouldn't open for ten days -- my mom wouldn't let me go to a movie because I'd already been to two since vacation started. All the kids called the town Coffin Ville. I was spread out on the living room rug reading a library book with the front door and the living room window open. I stopped reading when the conversation between mom and Mrs. Radcliff, who lived across the street, caught my attention. They were sitting on the porch swing. They couldn't see me, so I moved over closer to the front door so I could hear them better. Mrs. Radcliff said, "Robbie and his son are coming to live with us, he's getting a divorce and has a job teaching in the junior high school." My mom said she was surprised to hear about the divorce. Mrs. Radcliff replied Robbie hadn't said much but shortly after they were married his wife broke down one time and cried that her sex with Robbie wasn't enjoyable. Mom, being nosy, asked why and Mrs. Radcliff told her that she said it hurts; he's too big. Mom said, being Catholic she thought it was a wife's duty, no matter what. Besides she might just be a complainer. She should be thankful it wasn't too tiny. Mrs. Radcliff laughed and went on to say she didn't want Mickey, which made her think she was already hooked up with another man. Shit, I couldn't take any more. I had to go jack off. I had a jack off buddy, Luke, an American - Hispanic boy in high school that lived in the next block but he was in Denver for the whole fucking summer and I was already missing whacking with him, jacking him off and sucking his big dick. But fantasying about how big a cock had to be to hurt a cunt put me over the top so I ran to the bathroom and started beating the hell out of it. I wouldn't be twelve until school started but I could already shoot. My JO bud always claimed that he'd helped me on that score -- he'd gotten me interested in masturbating and that accelerated puberty. I wasn't aware of Robbie's arrival until one afternoon Mrs. Radcliff phoned to ask my mom if I could come over and baby-sit Mickey. He was six years old and the cutest little shit you could imagine. He showed me the play tent his dad had erected in the back yard and then took me into the garage -- you know how kids are, especially boys, but he shocked the hell out of me when he said, "Let me see it." I thought I knew what he meant but I wasn't too sure he did, so I asked him. He didn't answer -- he just grabbed my crotch -- he knew. I couldn't believe he'd developed an interest in cocks so early in life. Maybe he'd seen one early on like I had. I even wondered if he'd messed around with his dad when his dad was asleep -- if they ever slept together. Anyway, after we'd had a good look at each other's, we went out and fooled around in the back yard, got in the tent and started playing with each other again. Suddenly his dad hollers in, "Hi Mickey and you must be Josh." We quickly rolled over onto our stomachs but he just had to have seen what we were doing. I was sure he now knew I was a queer and I'd never baby-sit Mickey again. He surprised me when he asked if I'd go swimming with them, so I ran home and my mom handed me my swimsuit plus ten dollars for my admittance and cokes for the three of us,which I gave to Robbie. On the way he told me that he was working in the County Surveyor's Office until school started. There were gang dressing rooms at the pool and we all undressed together. Robbie had a thong type swimsuit, which he made quite a ritual of stuffing his big cock and low hangers into. There wasn't one single broad by the pool that didn't glare at him, eyes focused on his crotch. I noticed some men doing the same thing. Everybody gets worked up over a big cock, even when it's just a bulge seen through a tight swimsuit. Well, you've got to admit they're an exciting piece of flesh. His ex must have been a real, fucking weirdo. I'd given up on any chance of ever doing anything with him until late Friday afternoon a week later, I knocked on the back screen door and he called out, "Josh, I'm the only one at home, you know where the bathroom is, come on in." I thought he'd be shaving, washing his face, or something like that but he was sitting on the toilet, pants dropped to the door, and his big fuck pole sticking straight out, over the toilet seat and it was even bigger than it was that day at the pool - I think he'd been jacking off when I knocked on the screen door and he hadn't had time to get rid of his hard on. Whatever it was, there was no fucking way I could resist looking at it. My eyes were glued on his erection -- it was absolutely beautiful and much bigger than Luke's. He said, "I'm sorry." I really didn't know why, so I asked him. "For exposing myself. I should have pulled my pants up." I replied that I didn't either most of the time. He said he had a hard on and was about to jack off when I called, then he couldn't get it to go down before I came in. Sensing this was my chance and it might be a now or never situation, I jumped right into the conversation. "I like to jack off, too and I miss a JO Bud that's away for the summer." "You jack off each other?" "Yea, he's in high school and he sometimes lets me suck it, too? "Oh Josh, you're so young and good-looking; I can't believe you're a cock sucker." I dropped to the floor, between his legs; he couldn't have pulled his pants up if he wanted to. I was kneeling on them. I grabbed his knees and spread his legs apart as I said "Scoot forward" and there it was, inches from my face, big and beautiful, moist and smelly from the summer heat, hard as a rock yet soft and warm, as only a man's cock can be when it is gorged with blood, with lust and expectation. I was holding it with a thumb on the bottom of his shaft and two fingers on the top, guiding it toward my warm, damp chamber of sex -- my cocksucker's mouth, a mouth hungry for sex with this man. I was a boy who had looked at that cock whenever he could get a glance of it, a boy who had fallen in love with the man, a boy who had fallen in love with his cock, a boy desperate to please both the man and his cock so he'd get a chance to suck it again. I tried everything my high school friend, Luke, had taught me about making oral love. Once I'd licked Robbie's piss slit, I first sucked, then raked my teeth from under the rim of the head to out, over and across the bulbous top. The head is so sensitive I knew it would pleasure him yet, at the same time, practically make him jump off the toilet. I looked up and he had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I started going up and down on his shaft and it got wet and slippery and even bigger. Unexpectedly, he put a hand on each side of my head and began pushing it farther down -- hollered "Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck that cock off, baby. You like that big cock, don't you, Josh? I'm going to cum!!!!!!!" He did and I swallowed and he pulled my face over to lean against his stomach. "Did you cum, Josh?" "Did I ever; before you did!" "Did you like doing that?" "Like doesn't even begin to describe it." "You really surprised me. You're very good at it. But your mom went with mine to the grocery store and I've lost track of time, so I think we better put ourselves back together and go sit on the back steps, ready to help them unload." On the back steps he told me he might have a surprise but he didn't want to say anything about it until our moms and Mickey got home. Our moms and Mickey were all smiles when they parked behind the back fence' opened the gate and walked toward the porch. Robbie asked, "What's the verdict?" "The Jury has decided that Robb and Josh can take our motor-home to Aunt Grace and Uncle John's ranch for the weekend if they are agreeable to a third party accompanying them, a party by the name of Mickey and on condition that Robbie take the phone number of Mickey's doctor, the hospital emergency as well as his cell phone in case a 911 call becomes necessary." "Tell the jury the conditions smell of blackmail." "Then the jury wants to wish Josh a nice time visiting his parent's friends in Nebraska and you a nice time with Mickey and us in Denver." "Will the jury agree to leaving right after showering?'" "Without putting on clothes?" "You know what I mean -- right now as opposed as to tomorrow morning? PART TWO Robbie took in their groceries and gave me Mickey's wagon to cart ours across the street. I never took such a quick fucking shower in my life. I helped Robbie take groceries out to the "coach" as Robb and his mother called it. A special seat belt had been built into the breakfast nook and the table removed for Mickey. He sat facing backward, which is the recommend position for children, so I sat in the front passenger seat, up by Robbie. As we were backing out, into the alley he explained the camping area on the ranch was down close to the river but it was never clean enough to swim in. He told me to adjust the AC vents on my side, as I liked and that there was an electrical outlet at the campsite so we'd have all the comforts of home, including TV if I got bored with sex. I replied, "Not likely!" "Robbie, thanks for bringing me, I'm really excited!" He looked at me, fished his big cock out one leg of his shorts and replied, "Everyone over on this side is, too; we've both been scheming for week's trying to figure out how we could get you out to the ranch with us. The ranch was across the river and a ways north, along an unpaved road. His aunt and uncle had heard us approaching and came out on the porch to wave. We continued on down toward the river to a campsite with a porta potty, a shower head over one corner of the l0 ft. wide concrete slab that ran along the river side of the parking space. And last, a hose bibb for water and a 3 ft diameter, ft high stonewall for a fire pit. Robbie took a can of beer and two of coke from the cooler, sat up two canvas lounge chairs and read the "keep in sight" rule to Mickey. Robbie's worry about Mickey turned out to be unnecessary -- he'd decided to glue himself to me, We ate roast chicken and other deli food from the supermarket at the patio table and finished with apple pie a-la-mode, I took him to the porta potty and he settled down on my lap in the canvas lounge chair where I sat beside his dad. He was asleep within an hour, which surprised his dad. Robbie said he'd brought some of his prescription tablets with him because there was no knowing about Mickey - he was very hyper and sometime he wouldn'tgo to sleep without a pill. I continued holding Mickey until Robbie made him a bed in the dinette space and one for us out of the sofa across the back of the coach, took Mickey from me and put him to bed. We then walked over nearer to the river's edge so Robbie could smoke a cigarette. He also started thanking me for my interest in Mickey, saying the boy had identified with me, which was a lucky thing because the neighborhood was too old to have boys his age as neighbors. When he reached around my buttock with both of his hands and pulled me so close to him that, even though our clothes, I could feel the heat and the hardness of his erection. I knew that he was going to give me more. I knew that he wanted to have sex with me. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me but I was afraid. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know what to do and, at the same time, I desperately wanted to make him happy. Then everything changed. He bent his head down, open mouth kissed me, pulled our bodies even closer together and reached down with one hand and grabbed my erection through my jeans. He didn't utter one word and it was then I realized I needn't be afraid; I didn't need to know what to do or how to respond. All I had to do was to yield to his desires, let him use my body in whatever way he needed to achieve ejaculation. He was horny, he needed to shoot and it was already obvious that he'd chosen me as the person to help him do it. His actions made it clear to me that he got off on boys. TO BE CONTINUTED