Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:26:27 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: NEW TEACHER ACROSS THE STREET 4 On Monday, the Fourth of July, by the time we were all up, dressed and had eaten breakfast it was raining both steady and quite hard. Most summer rains were called cloudbursts and that described them pretty well. Dark clouds and lightening would move in and the resulting rain would be torrential, but short lived. Then the clouds would move elsewhere. This was not the usual scenario. We waited it out until noon and decided the tiny TV screen wasn't suitable for constant viewing. Mickey was bored and constantly complaining and Robbie spoke to me with his eyes that he wanted to do something but we didn't dare cooped up in such close quarters with Mickey. We were about ready to go home when Grace called Robbie on his cell phone, asked if we were up and said she was going to send John down to get Mickey saying he'd probably be more content with them watching TV and messing around the kitchen watching her cook than cooped up in the coach. As soon as John's truck had turned around and started back to the ranch house, Robbie grabbed me and kissed me as he slowly walked me backwards and laid me on the unmade bed without breaking the kiss. "Joey, I'm sorry our weekend got rained out." "Hey, it wasn't your fault. I've had the best time of my life, rain or not." As he undressed, first himself, and then me, he said, "Me, too, Joey. Last night before I went to sleep I kept thinking what a remarkable weekend we've had together. We've known each other a little over two weeks but I somehow feel as if I've known you forever. I guess that's because we've done so much talking and fallen so naturally into such intimate, homosexual acts together and found such intense sexual pleasure and total relief from them. It's almost like we'd needed each other for a long time – even before we met. Joey, I love you, I need you and I think I have all my life, even before I knew there was a you." "Robbie, that was beautiful. Don't say any more or you'll make me cry again." "That would be OK, too. I know when you cry it's because you love me, maybe too much. But I want you to know this is not a temporary thing. I love you now because you're a boy. A few year's down the road I'll love you because you're a teenager and, later on as a man. I picked up on you because you're a boy but it soon became more important that you're Joey." "Know why I picked up on you?" "Why?" "Because you've got a really big dick." He laughed and said, "That's as good a reason as any to start a relationship. I like yours, too, but even that will change for you." "When?" "The first time I try to stick it all the way up between your buns." "Will that hurt?" "I only know from what I've heard and I've heard it hurts like hell until you get used to it and then you'll want it all the time. But it has to come about. The difference in our ages and outlook on life makes me a top, or one who takes the male role during the sex act – the aggressive role. You will ultimately assume the female role, the submissive one. These are very general descriptions and we'll even cross back and forth sometimes." He got on top of me and on his hands and knees bent down, kissed me, bit my nipples, stuck his tongue in my belly button, moved to my ball sack and took it into his mouth, put the head of my cock in his mouth and jacked it a few strokes. Sex was getting better. He realized I popped my nuts too quickly once he started fooling with me. Then he backed off and stretched out at my side. We did a lot of talking about what it would be like for us when school started. Then he talked about how lucky we were to be in the same building when it started and especially how both of our parents had accepted and encouraged our friendship, our closeness and didn't think it was strange. I told Robbie about overhearing my parents discussing the same subject and how they thought I'd matured, seemed more settled, more polite and better mannered and even that they thought you'd assumed the role of an older brother I'd never had. My folks are just the same, Joey, always talking about how Mickey adores you and how you seem to have taken my mind off my ex. Robbie talked about and changed his mind a dozen times trying to figure out when he should take a vacation before school started and how he could finagle taking me with him. Finally our parents solved it for him. Over the dinner table at our house one evening they were talking vacation plans. My parents were going to visit my mom's sister in Huntington Beach. The Radcliff's were going to Disneyland with Mickey and on to Redland, another community in the Los Angeles metro area' comparing airfares, driving to Denver International, security inspections and all their other concerns about traveling. Suddenly Bill Radcliff grabs his cell phone and calls Allen's Aviation. Allen is a long time friend and now has a fleet of small jets for hire and after Bill talks to Allen for a while he says he'll call him right back and hangs up. As it turned out, if both families could leave on August 21, and return whenever so long as it was on the same date, Allen would fly them round trip from the local airport, no auto travel or parking, no security routine. The cost would be $500 more than United. They agreed it would be the better deal and` much less stressful for all of them. Robb said he'd like to drive with me to the Black Hills in South Dakota and be back before they departed, thus the lawns wouldn't be left unattended and another expense avoided getting someone to take care of them. We left mid morning on August 1st and stayed overnight at a motel on US20 on the east side of Chadron, Nebraska. After a steak dinner at a restaurant recommended by the hotel manager and watching TV for a couple of hours, Robbie suggested We shower together and turn in so we can get an early start as he wanted to detour in the morning to see the historic, old Ft. Robinson at Crawford, about 25 miles west of Chadron. "Robbie, sitting next to you all day and pissing together at that service station in Alliance has made me really horney. Will you fuck me tonight?" "Are you sure about that?" I nodded my head up and down. "Well Chadron is a small town. I'll call the motel office and see if there is a drug store or small supermarket that's open evenings; I'll need KY or some other lube. It will make things easier for you. And, of course, I'll just put the head in for the first couple of times." "That reminds me of a joke Luke told me." "What was it?" "What are the three biggest lies in the world?" "I don't know; what are they?" "The check is in the mail – The truck just left the warehouse. – Honest, I'll just put the head in." "So, for calling me a liar, don't be too surprised if I shove the whole thing in to teach you a lesson. You're getting to be a little smartass." Then I really had to move fast to avoid a swat on the ass. On the way back to the motel, Robbie said, "Let's skip the shower until afterwards. "You've got me so fucking hot, I couldn't hold it if we showered before doing it." First, we double-checked we'd locked the door, turned the TV off and closed the window blinds because when Robbie asked me, I told him I'd like to do it in the dark. We hurriedly tossed our clothes on a chair, I got into bed and Robbie followed as soon as he switched the bathroom light off. He told me to turn onto my side with my back toward the center of the bed; he got in and scooted over until I felt his front cuddled up to my back. His hand went straight for the crack in my bottom and he kept sucking, first his index finger and rubbing my brown spot back there while his finger was still wet, then he switched to his middle finger and kept sticking in and pulling it back out while it was wet. Meanwhile I had my hand wrapped around his shaft – just wrapped around it because he'd told me not to jack it. Feeling it in the dark made it seem even bigger and harder than usual. He lubed me and then lubed his big cock, slipped it in very slowly and it immediately hurt a little. With all the stories I'd heard, and my mom's telling me to never, never let a man do it to me, it didn't hurt like I thought it would. It was really uncomfortable but not unbearable. After a while he'd managed to get it in a little more and his words to me that last morning camping by the river came back to me about the intimacy of our relationship and I realized this was the most intimate of all – his big cock, that I so loved was actually inside my body. "Are you OK Joey?" "Yes." "Are you sure"?" "Yes. Put it all the way in and fuck me." "No." "Please." "Are you positive." "Yes!" "He pushed it in slowly. I'd never felt so plugged up before in my live. After he fucked me a few strokes (I wasn't counting, that's for sure) I knew it was over. I felt the warm juice from his cock pouring into my bottom as he screamed in joy. Robbie made a trip to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned us both up. We forgot the shower and I turned over and held his flaccid cock as we dropped off to sleep, after much kissing and whispering, as if we could be overheard. Robbie treated me as if I was an invalid in the morning; wanting to go get breakfast and bring it back to the room so I could sleep later, wanting to stay over another day. Finally, I jumped out of bed and said, I'm OK. I'm going to shower without you unless you want to get in with me. We showered together and I sat on the edge of the bed looking around the room until he asked, "What's the matter?" "Nothing, I just want to take a long, last look at this room so I'll remember it the rest of my life, because in this room in a motel in Chadron, Nebraska is where you first fucked me. "First, what do you mean by first? You mean you're going to let me do it again?" "Maybe not tonight but definitely every chance we get after tonight if you let me suck it off occasionally." "Joey, I've already told you – it's yours – don't ask, jus take it out and go down on it." Fort Robinson was worthwhile seeing, particularly the huge homes, on a tree-lined street, which were senior officer's quarters. Mount Rushmore was unbelievable both from a distance and close-up. After a day each in Spearfish, Lead and Deadwood we started home, stopping overnight in Chadron, again. Robbie had his dick out one leg of shorts and had been playing with it for the past half our and had announced, "I need a blow job from my boy." I knew that meant as fast as we got into the room – fuck the luggage, we'd deal with it later. It also mean I'd be fucked, too, once we were in bed for the night. When our parents left, we celebrated the end of summer by sleeping in my bed some nights and Robbie's at other times. It was my idea, as I wanted to remember him in my bed, doing the things we did when I was alone. Sometimes we did it in the coach, I had to lie to Josh, when he came back to town, telling him I'd picked up with a high school boy. When school started Robbie and I had a rough two weeks adjusting to not seeing each other as often as we had been during the summer. Ultimately we worked out a routine, including my using his computer sometimes after Mickey had been put together. As Robbie said, on evening, "It may not be as often a during the summer, but it's' hotter when we do get a chance. To paraphrase an old saying: Absence makes the cock grow harder." THANKS AGAIN TO ALL YOU GUYS THAT HAVE E-MAILED AND ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE READ MY STORY, JOE